#i want to get in touch with the part of me I was pressured to disreguard to fit in

[mattybsgroupie]

— tub ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; making out; semi-public sex; p in v; creampie; sub!matt

— NOTES: i literally gasped when i saw that pic and i just had to tell @mattscoquette how much i needed hot tub sex with him. well… here it is! i know i have so many requests but i promise i’m gonna write them all! not proofread as usual, i apologize for any mistakes, hope you enjoy it ♡

“finally” matt mumbled under his breath as he watched chris drink his last sip of soda before wrapping himself in a towel and getting inside the house. you chuckled at his comment, dragging your arms across the warm liquid that embraced you and moving towards matt. “why? i thought you were having fun”.

“i will have fun” he said, reaching for your hands and interlocking your fingers in each other’s palms as he pulled you closer, face to face with him. “now that it’s only us” .

“you’re so lucky water distorts the actual form of things” you teased, placing your forearms around his shoulders and comfortably positioning yourself on his lap, feeling matt’s boner against you. “i could tell you were hard 30 minutes ago” you continued, index flickering around matt’s necklace. you went further, bringing the chain in between your teeth before closing your lips around the cold metal, deeply staring inside his blue orbs.

“it’s not my fault” matt whispered, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. “not when you look this good” he allowed his hands to travel across your body, stopping by your hips and forcing them down. you gasped with the sudden contact, matt’s cock seemed to have gotten even harder if that was possible.

the purple, blueish light that shimmered from the corners of the tub along with the warm bubbles turned the moment intimate, and matt couldn’t help it — he pressed his chapped lips on your neck, licking the tiny droplets of water there.

you let out a heavy sigh, letting go of his chain and tilting your head to the side, allowing matt to go further. his stubble tickled against your skin as the kisses got more heated, his teeth gently nibbling on your exposed neck.

lost in matt’s touch, your hips started moving in a pace of their own, slowly grinding your covered pussy against matt’s hardened cock. the pressure caused by the water intensified the proximity of your parts, causing matt to groan in a low tone, trying his best to stay quiet.

“my good boy doesn’t wanna be loud?” you teased and matt threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “mhm” he nodded, “don’t call me that”.

“why? you don’t want chris to know his big brother is all worked up from a little grinding?” matt nods again. your thumb hovered over his lips, brushing above the lower one before pulling it down in a pout. “use your big boy words” you demand as matt sticks his tongue out, licking your digit.

“need you” matt whined, his grip on your waist growing tighter. “need you so bad, please” he repeated, slightly jerking his pelvis upwards, a silent plead for you to notice his aching cock. you leaned in and sealed your lips together, intensifying the kiss as your hands traced their way down his torso, your nails scratching his chest.

matt’s hands went to your ass, harshly grabbing your flesh and lifting you from his lap. you took the opportunity to quickly pull his shorts — just enough to free his dick from the swimwear he was wearing. you could tell matt’s eyes were wandering around the backyard, as if he was checking if you were actually alone. you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you and smiling warmly, letting him know he didn’t have to worry about a thing.

his sneaky fingers reached the straps of your bikini, easily undoing the tie and letting the black fabric hang loose, your bare pussy now only a few inches away from his shaft. matt guided you towards his length, lowering your cunt on his tip. you let out a deep sigh before fully sitting on him, his dick opening you up entirely. “fuck fuck fuck” he whimpered, “s-so tight fuck”.

“be a good boy hm? you want to shut you up?” you said, trying your best to keep your composure. matt’s veins pumped inside you, his tip brushing on your cervix. “nhng— yes… can’t be loud”. you chuckled at his eagerness, pressing your lips against his once more and sliding your tongue in, twirling the wet muscle around his own.

“you’re so big” you said amidst the kiss before pulling away, flickering your gaze from his lips to where your parts met. “look how good you fill me up hm?” matt nodded. it all felt too good. almost too much. he had been staring at you for hours, and his cock was throbbing underneath that bathing suit. the warm water around his body, your hands pressing his biceps, your pussy squeezing him. “you’re right here” you said, gently grabbing his wrist and placing his palm on your tummy.

“please i-i need to—” matt whimpered, his grip on your ass growing tighter as he bucked his hips upwards, mindlessly pounding inside you. you felt your own high approaching, the familiar knot on your lower belly begging to be released. “cum! please!” matt cried out loud. you shushed him, grabbing his jaw and lifting his chin up. moans came from the back of his throat, and you had no other choice but to bring your fingers to his open mouth. matt immediately wrapped his lips around your knuckles, sucking them with all his might.

“good boy” you praised him, receiving a muffled whine from him. “cum for me baby, fill me up” as you gave him permission, matt’s entire body trembled underneath you. his orgasm washed over him and his release threw you over the edge, the warm, thick spurts of cum painting your walls white.

matt panted heavily, tiny droplets of water dripping from his brown strands. none of you wanted to let go or get up, the comfort of being in each other’s embrace being enough to fall asleep right there — and you wouldn’t mind cockwarming him for the rest of the night. unfortunately, you still had to find your bikini panties and he had to make sure his brothers were already asleep. “hey, at least we didn’t make any messes huh?” he joked, giving you one last kiss before getting up and turning the lights from the hot tub off.

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[olderwomenenthusiast]

undercover aftermath (emily prentiss)

PAIRING: emily prentiss & fem reader DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover CAUTION: spit, swearing, fingering, oral, strap-on, power dynamics, slight mention of your undercover stint WORD COUNT: 2.7k AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry for any mistakes, i wrote this at 3am x

The case had been brutal. Deep undercover, you had played your part perfectly, too perfectly, as far as Emily was concerned. You had spent weeks infiltrating a high-profile trafficking ring, posing as an informant willing to trade information for protection. The role required you to get close to dangerous men, to endure their scrutiny, their suspicion, and, ultimately, their violence.

It was part of the job, you reminded yourself each time a hand lingered too long on your waist, each time a leering gaze made your skin crawl. You had prepared for it, trained for it. But nothing could have truly prepared you for the moment one of the men decided to test your loyalty.

They had cornered you in a warehouse, questioning your motives, threatening to expose you. A punch to the ribs to make you talk, a knee to the stomach to remind you of your place. You played your role flawlessly, feigning just enough fear to convince them, keeping just enough strength to make it out alive. The team had extracted you before it escalated further, but Emily had seen enough. She had seen the blood on your lip, the bruise forming beneath your shirt, and the way you winced when you breathed. And she had been forced to do nothing, to stay in character, to keep her rage in check until the case was wrapped up.

Now that you were finally safe in your hotel room, she was done holding back.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Emily grabbed your face and kissed you hard. There was no hesitation, no preamble, just raw possession in the way her tongue parted your lips and claimed you. Her hands gripped your waist, pressing you into the wall, her thigh slipping between yours with deliberate pressure.

"You’re mine," she growled, voice thick with frustration and something darker, something desperate.

"Em --" Your voice barely made it out before she was nipping at your jaw, sucking a bruise just beneath your ear, her fingers already working at your shirt.

"Take this off," she demanded. You obeyed without hesitation, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed over your ribs. Emily’s eyes darkened, her fingertips ghosting over the deep bruise before she kissed the spot - soft at first, then harder, her teeth grazing over sensitive skin.

"They hurt you," she murmured, voice softer now, but no less intense. "I’m going to make you forget every second of it."

Then she was everywhere at once - lips, hands, body pressed to yours as she guided you toward the bed. You barely registered the moment your back hit the mattress before Emily was stripping you completely, her eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing that mattered.

She spread your legs wide, her gaze darkening as she took in the sight of your soaked pussy, glistening and aching for her touch. "Fuck," she breathed, dragging her fingers up your inner thigh, teasing just shy of where you needed her most. "So wet already. You want me to take care of you, don’t you?"

You whimpered, hips shifting in search of contact, but Emily only chuckled, pressing a single finger along your slit, sliding it up to circle your clit in agonizingly slow motions.

"Look at you," she murmured, voice thick with arousal. "So fucking needy."

She leaned down, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, her breath warm as she finally flicked her tongue over your clit. The sudden contact made you jolt, a sharp gasp escaping as she wrapped her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked.

"Oh, fuck..." Your fingers tangled in her hair, your body arching as she licked you with broad, slow strokes, her tongue relentless, flicking and teasing, alternating between sucking and circling your swollen clit. She knew exactly how to unravel you, how to make you squirm and plead, her hands gripping your thighs, keeping you spread open for her.

She trailed her mouth up, hovering over your chest, her eyes locked onto yours. Then she gathered saliva in her mouth and spit onto your nipples, watching as it glistened over your sensitive skin. Her tongue followed immediately after, swirling the warm spit around each hardened peak, teasing, flicking, then sucking one deep into her mouth.

The sensation made you moan, your back arching as she switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention; spitting, swirling, sucking, her teeth grazing just enough to send pleasure straight to your core.

When she slid two fingers inside your dripping cunt, you moaned, your walls clenching around the intrusion. She curled them just right, pressing against your sweet spot, thrusting slow and deep as her tongue continued its torment.

"You’re dripping for me, baby," Emily groaned, pulling back just enough to watch her fingers disappear into your pussy. She pushed them in deeper, twisting them slightly, making your back arch. "God, I love watching you take my fingers."

She fucked you slow, dragging it out, savoring the way you clenched around her, the way you writhed beneath her touch. When she added a third finger, stretching you open, your moans turned desperate, your body trembling.

"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice low, demanding. "I want to feel you soak my fingers."

Her words pushed you over the edge, pleasure slamming into you as your pussy clenched around her fingers, your orgasm tearing through you in waves. Emily didn’t stop, she fucked you through it, her thumb pressing firm circles against your clit, her mouth devouring every sound you made.

When you finally came down, chest heaving, body spent, Emily pulled her fingers from you, watching as your slick coated them. She brought them to your lips, pressing them inside your mouth. "Suck," she commanded.

You obeyed, tasting yourself as you wrapped your lips around her fingers, watching as her pupils blew wide with hunger. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dark, dripping with satisfaction.

She reached for the nightstand, retrieving the strap-on she had packed - one that you both knew she loved using on you. Adjusting the harness, she stroked the thick silicone, watching you as she spread your legs even wider.

"You want my cock?" she teased, pressing the tip against your entrance, barely pushing in.

"Yes," you breathed, rocking your hips toward her. "Please, Em."

That was all she needed. She thrust forward, stretching you inch by inch, filling you until she bottomed out, the base grinding against her clit. The pressure made her moan, her hands gripping your hips as she started to move.

She set a punishing pace; deep, relentless, each thrust driving the thick strap-on against your sweet spot with devastating precision. Your gasps turned into sharp cries, your nails raking down her back as she fucked you harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

"Look at you," she murmured, watching your face twist in pleasure. "Taking my cock so well."

She reached down, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles, her other hand pressing down on your stomach, feeling the way the strap filled you. "Feel that?" she whispered. "That’s me stretching you, owning you."

It was too much, the relentless thrusts, the way she played your body so perfectly. Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching around the toy as pleasure tore through you. Emily groaned, grinding against you, her own release shuddering through her as the base of the strap rubbed against her clit.

Your body was still trembling from your last orgasm when Emily pulled out, but she wasn’t done with you. Not even close. She pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, tasting your pleasure, before trailing down your body with a smirk that sent shivers through you.

“You think I’m finished?” she murmured, her fingers tracing circles on your inner thigh. “Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.”

Before you could respond, she flipped you over effortlessly, pressing your stomach against the mattress as she gripped your ass and spread you open.

“You’re dripping all over the sheets,” she purred, her voice thick with amusement and arousal. “Such a messy little thing.”

Then, without warning, she leaned in and licked a slow, teasing stripe over your soaked pussy, flicking her tongue against your clit before moving lower. She moaned as she tasted you, her grip tightening on your hips. Her tongue was relentless, dipping inside you, sucking, devouring. When you whimpered and pushed back against her mouth, she chuckled against your skin.

“You want more?” she mused. “Then ride my face.”

She pulled you up onto your knees, guiding you over her mouth. You braced yourself against the headboard as Emily gripped your thighs and pulled you down onto her tongue. The first stroke made your breath hitch, the sensation of her mouth working you over making your legs shake.

Emily moaned beneath you, her tongue flicking, sucking, teasing as she ate you like she was starving. She gripped your ass, holding you in place as she devoured you, her moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh.

You rocked against her face, desperate and needy, grinding down as she licked into you, her nose nudging your clit just right. The pleasure was overwhelming, sharp and electric.

“Fuck, Emily, babyy”

She didn’t stop, didn’t let up, her tongue pushing you closer and closer until --

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, making you cry out, your body convulsing as pleasure burned through you.

But Emily wasn’t done.

Still reeling from your high, you barely had time to catch your breath before Emily flipped you onto your back again, her predatory gaze locked onto yours. She reached for the strap-on, adjusting the harness, her fingers wrapping around the thick length as she smirked down at you.

“Head over the edge,” she ordered, her voice dark with intent.

You obeyed, your pulse quickening as you positioned yourself as she wanted. Your head hung over the side of the bed, your mouth already parting in anticipation as Emily knelt over you, lining the silicone cock up with your lips.

“You’re going to take it, aren’t you?” she purred, rubbing the tip over your lips. “Gonna be my good little slut and swallow it all?”

You nodded eagerly, opening wide as she slid the tip past your lips. She started slow, letting you adjust, but soon, her patience ran thin. She gripped your jaw and thrust deeper, pushing past the back of your throat as a muffled moan escaped you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she groaned, her hips rolling as she used your mouth.

The weight of her against your tongue, the way she held your head in place, was intoxicating. Your throat tightened around the strap as she fucked into your mouth, her moans growing louder as the harness rubbed against her clit.

And then...

Smack.

A sharp slap landed on your pussy, making you jolt, your muffled gasp vibrating around the strap.

Emily chuckled darkly. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”

She did it again, a sting of pleasure-pain that made heat pool between your thighs. Then her fingers were there, rubbing your clit in tight, punishing circles as she kept thrusting into your mouth.

“You love this, don’t you?” she growled, her movements growing more frantic. “Getting fucked like this, used like this?”

You moaned around her, your entire body burning with need. She pressed down harder on your clit, the pressure sending you spiraling toward another orgasm. The combination of being filled, overstimulated, and owned had you shuddering as you came hard, your body shaking beneath her.

Emily pulled out of your mouth, panting, her pupils blown wide as she took in the sight of you - lips swollen, eyes dazed and slightly teary, body spent and trembling.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss.

“You’re not done yet,” she murmured against your mouth. “I still have one more round for you.”

You pushed her onto her back, straddling her waist as you ran your hands down her toned stomach, feeling the way she tensed beneath your touch. Her pupils were still blown wide with lust, but there was a flicker of surprise as she looked up at you.

“Oh?” she smirked, lips swollen from all the ways she’d claimed you. “You think you’re in charge now, Princess?”

Instead of answering, you slid down her body, trailing kisses down her stomach, your tongue flicking over the dips and curves of her muscles. Emily inhaled sharply when you reached her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider as you settled between them.

The strap-on had long been ditched.

She was dripping, her arousal glistening against her flushed skin. You licked your lips, teasing her with slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of her thighs, purposely avoiding where she needed you most.

“Don’t tease,” she warned, her voice low and dangerous.

You smirked. “What happened to patience?”

Emily growled in frustration, but before she could grab your hair and shove you into her, you finally gave her what she wanted. You licked a slow, teasing stripe up her slit, making her breath hitch. Then, with no warning, you shoved your tongue deep inside her, curling it as she gasped and arched off the bed.

“Fuck..”

You gripped her thighs, holding her open as you fucked her with your tongue, moving in deep, slow strokes before flicking your tongue against that sensitive spot inside her. She clenched around you, her hands tangling in your hair as she rocked against your face, chasing her pleasure.

“You—ah—” Emily’s voice broke, her dominance crumbling as you pushed her higher. “Fucking hell, baby.”

You sucked her clit into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves before sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

Emily gasped, her entire body tensing. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her grip tightening. “Don’t fucking stop...”

You didn’t. You fucked her with your fingers, your tongue never leaving her clit, sucking and flicking until her thighs trembled around your head. When you added a third finger, stretching her, her moans turned desperate.

“God—fuck—” Emily’s body arched, her head thrown back against the pillows as pleasure slammed into her. Her thighs squeezed around your head as she came hard, her body shuddering, her nails digging into your scalp as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

You kept your mouth on her, licking her through it, drinking in every drop of her pleasure until she was trembling beneath you, her breathing uneven, her muscles twitching from the overstimulation.

Finally, when she whimpered from the sensitivity, you pulled back, licking your lips as you moved up to kiss her. Emily grabbed your face, dragging you into a slow, deep kiss, tasting herself on your tongue as she let out a soft, satisfied hum.

Emily’s dominance had melted into something softer as she pulled you into her arms, rolling you onto your side. She kissed your forehead, then your temple, her hands stroking up and down your back in slow, soothing motions.

“You did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin. “So fucking perfect.”

You nuzzled into her, your body warm and relaxed in her embrace. She reached for a nearby towel, gently wiping away the slick between your thighs, making sure you were comfortable before pulling the blankets over both of you.

Her arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head as she pressed another kiss to your hair. “Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice laced with genuine care.

You sighed contentedly. “More than okay.”

Emily chuckled softly, her fingers tracing slow circles on your hip. “Good. Because you’re mine,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, slow and deep. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Your heart swelled at her words, at the way she held you so securely, grounding you in her warmth.

“I love you,” you murmured against her lips.

Emily smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I love you more, Princess.”

With that, she pulled you impossibly closer, her arms locking around you as the steady rhythm of her heartbeat lulled you into peaceful exhaustion.

Safe. Loved. Completely hers.

And that was all you ever needed.

[beautifullilacsky]

It was late, and he had to go to work early again tomorrow. Though, when he mentioned that he was trying to fall asleep after asking me if I am tired, I wanted to help in a way. So, I offered him a massage. Little did I know it wouldn't help him sleep soon at all. We started talking more, and at one point we talked about which parts of my internship I enjoyed, and which I did not. Based on the fact that I am enjoying the designing part, he thought it could be a nice idea to look into jobs in that region. Yes, he was right; I told him about the job that I found interesting; UI/UX designer. I explained it a bit, and he said that the back-end part sounded more like programming. Then, I hesitated for a moment but decided that this is the exact moment to say it. I guess I had been a bit scared. A bit scared he'd find it useless, or out of character, or ... I don't even know. Anyway. Now it was time to spill how I figured that for (a part of) this job, programming might be needed, or a plus. So, that is what I've been learning for the past 2 weeks. He asked what exactly I was learning, so I explained the app and the languages that I was working on. He fairly noted a couple of times that I was getting shy, which, I was. He said I really didn't have to be, asking me to come lay besides him again. "Are you doing it because of me? Or because of the CC thing?", I was happy to assure him that no, I did not learn this for him. He thanked me for telling him about what I've been doing these days. I thanked him that eventho he knows that people aren't using these coding languages, he didn't demotivate me. According to him, it is really good to know the basics. I don't remember the exact order, but I do know he told me I was cute uncountable amount of times, accompanied with many back kisses. Also quite a few "I like you"'s.

"You know, if you want, you can use my desk or we can get you another monitor". I hesitated a bit, being my comfizone self who is afraid the double screen will be so good I'll not want to live without it. He said he can only offer, and I said it'd actually be nice. "Okay, we will look into it tomorrow afternoon then". He also kept his appropriate distance, while showing me his support, by saying that if I had any questions, I knew who to come to. Yeah. If anyone can answer my questions, it's him. Mt smart smart boy.

Anyway. I thanked him for listening and I apologized for keeping him awake for long. He didn't mind it at all. Instead, he was grateful. He went on to touch me. "Hey, boyfriend, have you looked at the clock?". He again, didn't mind. He was awake, and so was I. If I wanted him to stop, he said he would, but I honestly didn't. After he went down on me for a while, I pulled him back up. He kissed my neck and asked me if I was okay. I was, but I felt the time pressure, making it harder for me to reach that point, putting even more pressure on, etc etc. "Oh no. You don't have to feel pressured; all you should do is enjoy. We have all of the time in the world, okay? Take all the time you need. Really, don't feel pressured", he assured me multiple times. I asked for teamwork, which allowed him to softly tell me more loving words, such as saying he liked me, how I was hot, and how I was being a good girl. After I finished, he asked me if he should stop, and that I could say "no" to the question if it felt good. He sucked on the skin of the area between my neck and collarbone as I came for the second time. That was insanely intense. He already thought I did the first time, but now I actually did start crying. He held me, making comforting shushing noices, "go ahead, let it all out. It's okay, you can cry".

A lot of back kisses, sweet words and a tiny bite later, I fell asleep into his arms. Sjeesj, he made me feel SO SO insanely safe and loved. He said all of the right things, and knew exactly what was going through my brain, using that info to calm me down. He owns my heart, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I am so sure that it is safe in his hands.

[strang3lov3]

Boys Will Be Boys

You hit Roman where it hurts. Meaning you fuck his dad as he watches and cries.

Tags - dubcon, girthy age gap (80/???), smut, unprotected piv, fingering, creampie, masturbation, sexual harassment/assault (Roman’s punished for it, and I kept it short and sweet), unsolicited dick pics, roman roy gets cucked by his father, osteoarthritis, hypertension, logan roy dirty talk, logan roy takes viagra, coercion, tears and mucus as lube, almost?subby?romey??? lowkey...logan roy is kinda a fuckin' stud. uhhhhh…idk. kinda grotesque. you have to embrace it. crack fic adjacent, but this is serious business to me. you’ve been warned.

A/N - you know what you’re fucking here for. maybe it’s morbid curiosity. maybe you wanna see roman roy crying while masturbating. maybe…maybe you wanna fuck that old man. it’s ok if you do. i won’t tell on you, you fucking pervert. enjoy Logan Roy screwing your brains out <3 I tagged my romey readers, and while i implore you to be brave, don't feel pressured to read if it's not your thing. @beefrobeefcal thank you for the beta hot stuff! i love you so much.

It’s been happening for a while now.

It was just small things at first. A little comment here and there. He told you that you had nice legs the first time you wore a skirt, said something else about loving a long-legged woman. Then he asked if you shaved for him, too. What else do you shave, huh? Are you bare everywhere? 

The little tattoo on your wrist, usually hidden by your blouse. What’s that about, huh? Got any other tattoos? Perhaps in a more private place? If I guess where it’s at, can I see it?

Oh, the way you got flustered. Your eyes went wide, mouth dropped open a little. Too easy. Roman took that as a challenge - an invitation, rather, to take it up a notch. 

He turned up the heat in his office to a balmy 75℉ the week after that. After each time you’d turn the thermostat down a few notches, Roman would use a little remote he’d point at it to turn it right back up. Must be busted, Roman told you. How about you call maintenance, huh, assistant? Maybe do your fucking job for once?

Roman watched with a crooked smirk on his lips as you slipped off your cardigan, exposing your body to him. That pretty nude camisole. Roman sidled up behind you, fingers skating over your shoulders until he reached the strap of your bra. Your blood went cold as he wriggled his fingers beneath them, then pulled up, up, and snickered as he let them snap your skin harshly. Nobody else had done that to you since junior high.

In the elevator, he stands too close. While riding up the many floors of the tall building, Roman fucking breathes on you, and follows you when you inch away from him. Your skin prickles when he touches your lower back, fingers drumming against you, walking down your waist. He’d first started by testing you with a little pinch on your ass cheek, just to watch you jump and hear that startled little squeak you’d make. He gropes your ass now, squeezing a handful of it, kneading his fingers. He loves the visible discomfort on your face, and knowing you can’t do a goddamn thing about it. Harrassing you is the best part of Roman’s job. It’s why he wakes up in the morning, getting to exert that power over you. It fills him with a sick sense of satisfaction, of delight. 

Your phone is full of photos of his cock. Lawsuit material, if you were brave enough to go up against Roman and Waystar and all of its bells and whistles. Roman tells you his lawyers would eat you alive before you even step foot into a courtroom. 

It was late last Saturday night when Roman texted you a picture of his crotch, cock visibly hard under his slacks, outlined in sharp detail.

10:07 - Got a job for you. Wanna help out the boss?  

Every notification on your phone with Roman’s name attached makes you want to puke. You wish you could ignore him. Block him.

10:07 - No, Roman. 

You waited with bated breath for Roman’s response, the little dancing ellipsis on the screen mocking you as he formulated a text back. How’s he gonna make your day worse this time?

10:08 - Funny how quickly a job can disappear.

Fuck it. Whatever. You sent him as modest of a nude photo as you could muster - panties and bra on, face cropped out. 

10:12 - Cute. Smile this time. Lose the underwear. 

10:32 - Leaving me on read wont work. Nice try tho

10:33 - Five minutes. Don’t make me wait

You sighed in frustration as you stripped, then snapped a photo from above. Legs crossed to hide your pussy, your forearm covering your chest.

10:35 - *fire emoji*

10:35 - *As in I’ll fire you. 

10:35 - Bare tits. Bare ass. Bare pussy. Do it now

With no choice but to comply, and with an awful feeling in your gut, you took more photos. First of your tits, then your ass. Sent and sent. 

10:38 - Forgetting something?

It made you feel even more sick, but you needed him off your back. You spread your legs, pointed the front-facing camera at your cunt, and took the photo, then sent it to Roman. 

10:45 - I bet you’re so tight. Are you wet right now? 

10:45 - Yeah

Playing along. 

10:47 - I wanna be inside you

10:47 - Gonna cover you in my cum

Roman went quiet for a while then, probably ten minutes before texting you back. 

10:58 - I wanna watch you cum for me. 

10:59 - I’ll know if you fake it

He made you send him videos of you masturbating, all different camera angles, different positions. He kept you up until almost three, making yourself come over and over for him. Until he could hear you crying in the videos, your thighs trembling. It was horrible - humiliating, exhausting, so fucking dehumanizing. He sent you pictures of an old cardigan of yours covered in his come at the end of the whole thing. You thought you lost it.

It’s Monday afternoon now. You have a bad feeling when you walk to Roman’s office, seeing that the blinds are drawn over the large glass panes of his windows. You let yourself into the room at his request, and Roman’s sitting on his little gray couch, legs spread wide. He’s palming his bulge, eyes following you as you close the door. You avoid making eye contact with him, something that only serves to challenge him. He straightens, then wordlessly pats the seat next to him. 

“I have those files you asked for, Roman.” 

“Oh, that’s great. That’s really, yeah - awesome. Set ‘em down.” 

You set them on the coffee table, then anxiously drum your fingers on your lap. You steal the littlest glance at Roman sitting next to you; his thumb mindlessly stroking where the hard head of his cock presses against his slacks. 

A heavy silence falls as you process what’s inevitably coming next. Roman unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, then unzips them. He rests his head against the couch as he pulls out his cock, then looks right at you. A lazy smirk pulls at the corner of his lips and his eyes are lidded, darkened with lust in a way that makes him look like an animal. 

Roman lets out a little giggle at the nervous way you fidget your hands. He takes one in his own, holding tightly onto your wrist when you try and pull it back. “Hang on - wait. I like your nails. Pretty, very pretty, sweetheart. I think they’d look nice wrapped around my cock, don’t you?”

You bunch your fingers in a fist, attempting to pull your wrist out of his grip. “N-no, I don’t, Rom–”

“Oh, come on. That’s why you got ‘em fuckin’ done, right?” Roman uses his other hand to pry your fingers open. “Hey, open your fucking - there we go.” He lowers your hand, pressing your palm against his warm package, and his cock looks smaller in person. Just as upsetting, though. 

Roman lets out a quiet, soft groan of pleasure, then turns frustrated when you pull away again. He snaps his fingers at you, “Hey - assistant girl. Isn’t this your job, right? To assist?”

A knock at Roman’s office door has him jumping, and you take the opportunity to get away from him entirely. You leave Roman on that couch, and he’s cursing you under his breath while quickly tucking his cock back into his trousers, watching you do your quick little half-jog out of his office. Fine, be that way. You’ll fucking get it later. 

You don’t have a plan in mind when you begin walking, you just leave. Looking over your shoulder to see if Roman’s following behind you, if he’ll grab you by the forearm and drag you into a supply closet. Do god only knows what to you. Probably fuck you with the end of some maintenance man’s mop.  

You find yourself knocking at Logan’s door, then exhale a shaky breath. You’re not…you’re not sure what you’re doing here. What you’re gonna tell him, if you’re gonna tell him anything. It’s not like he’d do anything about it, right? Logan eyes you through the window, then calls you inside with just a simple wag of his fingers. He looks annoyed, fuck. But when does he not?

Logan’s room is large, and you’re not entirely sure how to navigate, which feels silly. Sounds even sillier to say. You’re not often alone with Logan, and the proximity makes you unsure of yourself. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve always felt…something for him. He’s a brute, yes, and you’ve seen the ugliest sides of him. Something about it makes his softer moments that much more profound, though. The tenderness is there, and it shows in quieter times. He winks at you now and then, offers you a smile with no malice or contempt or derision behind it. 

Logan’s got a soft spot for you, too. You’re a sweet girl. He’s always thought so, really. You do what you’re told, and you don’t ask for much. You’re not a bumbling idiot or a nagging fly buzzing in his ear. Easy on the eyes, too. Never hurts.

Logan gestures to a seat in front of his desk and hums a little. “Need a minute,” he mutters as he reads something on the screen. You look at all of his belongings on his desk - papers, folders, a mug. A framed photo of him somewhere warm and beachy, showing off his pale legs and his swollen ankles. 

Finally, he closes the window and smiles at you. His piercing, steel blue eyes pin you in place, but they’re warm too, almost. Warmer than Roman’s. When Roman makes eye contact with you, it makes you feel like prey. Like he’ll hunt you for sport. Not Logan, though. His gaze is heavy, but not hungry. 

Logan claps his fingers together over his thick belly. “What can I do for you, dear?”

“Uhhh…” You cross and uncross your legs as you shift in your seat, then fidget with your manicure, nervously chipping the paint off. You hate this color now. When you look up, Logan’s got his eyebrows raised at you, waiting for you to continue. You don’t want to wear his patience thin. 

“It - I was gonna talk about Roman, but it’s nothing. It’s nothing. I’m not - I don’t need to tattle.” 

“Fuck that. What’s he doing?” Logan demands flatly, immediately, furrowing his brow. 

“No, I shouldn’t have said any–”

Logan interrupts, speaking your name softly. “Tell me.”

You tell him everything about the harassment. How long it’s been going on for, how it started small and just kept escalating and escalating. How fucking relentless Roman is. You show him the texts, the photos, becoming flustered when Logan stumbles across the photos of yourself Roman made you send to him last weekend. Logan quietly hums in approval. 

You tell him about Roman in his office, the stunt he pulled just before now. It feels good to get it off your chest, at least momentarily. The way Logan simply nods, rubbing a hand on his chin makes you feel uneasy, though. A silence hangs heavily as he takes it all in, thinking. 

“What?” The anxiety makes your question slip out rather impatiently. “Sorry, I just - what are you thinking, Mr. Roy?”

Logan scoffs, smiling just a little. “...Didn’t think the kid had it in him.” 

“O-oh. Okay.” 

That’s…that’s it? You wonder if he’s gonna tell you that you were asking for it. Or to buck up. Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and Logan will be just as cruel to you as his son is. Fuck, you already regret this.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice softer than you expected it’d be. “Truly. I’m sorry my son put you through this. I promise I raised him better, darling. I did my best.”

“No, it’s–” You interrupt yourself to exhale steadily, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” 

“You know,” Logan begins, absentmindedly wiggling his fingers, “You know what it is. Boys’ll fuckin’ be boys.” 

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you know. Men don’t grow out of boyhood so quickly, anymore, s’all. World’s turnin’ to fuckin’ shit. Unacceptable behavior, the fuckin’ kid’s pushing forty,” he spits, rolling his eyes. “Roman - he’s…well, you know what this is, don’t you? You see through his act, yes?”

You shake your head. “No,” you reply.

“Boys like him, they’ll pick on ya when they’re sweet on you,” Logan explains. “That’s all it is. Usually harmless. Usually,” he adds.

“But, Mr. Roy, I don’t–”

“I know, dear. He’s not your type, is he?”

“No,” you answer quickly, garnering a hearty chuckle from Logan. You laugh too.

“The boy always was an odd duck,” Logan adds, then pauses, thinking. “What is your type, darling, if you’ll forgive my asking?”

“Oh, gosh,” you giggle, feeling Logan’s heavy gaze on your body, your warm face. He knows. He absolutely knows. 

“Older, for one,” you admit. 

Logan smirks, and you share a smile with him. He seems to pick up on everything, knows exactly what the words left unspoken spell out. It’s always girls like you, vibrating with desire for him. No matter how white his hair becomes, nor how much rounder his belly gets, nor every new wrinkle that graces his face as the years stack up - doesn’t change the fact that Logan Roy’s still fucking got it. He reaches for one of his desk drawers, then pulls it open and reaches inside. Logan grabs an orange bottle and rattles out a tiny, blue, diamond shaped pill. His blue eyes twinkle at you as he swallows the pill, then points to the bar cart by the window. “Be a lamb, darling. Some water.”  

Quickly, you grab Logan a glass of water, watching him wash down the pill as you clench your thighs. 

“I need to hit him where it hurts,” Logan says in between sips. “Make it fuckin’ stick this time.” 

Logan shoots Roman a quick text, and you wait anxiously for his arrival. When he finally enters the office, his face falls upon seeing you at his father’s desk, looking…happier than he’d like to see you. You’re sitting up straight, chin held high, shoulders back. Logan’s scowl darkens as he gestures for Roman to sit down, right in the seat next to you. Roman’s hands shake a little as he pulls the seat back and lowers himself into it. 

“What’re we gonna do about you, son?”

“What?” Roman’s brows furrow, and his bottom lip wobbles ever so slightly. “I don’t kn–”

“You a sicko?”

Roman shifts uncomfortably in his seat, realizing this conversation is absolutely not going to go his way. “No, I–”

Logan cuts Roman off, his tone sharp. “She tells me you’ve been harassing her, Roman. Is this true?”

“What? Dad, no. She’s f-fucking lying,” Roman stammers. Roman looks at you then, and you can see how he tries to glare, to scare you, to regain control. He’s powerless here, with you protected by his father. 

Logan reaches for your phone, which is sitting face down on his desk. He turns it on, “Gimme a hand here, darling. Pull it up again.” 

You have to bite down on your smile as you put in your passcode, feeling so empowered at the moment. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. Roman’s humiliated you so many times and finally, he’s gonna take what he dishes. And then some.

Logan shakes his head a little, grumbling as he prods the screen with his fat fingers. “Fuckin’ bastard…here. Here it is. S’that your fuckin’ dick?” he sneers, spit flying from his lips. He turns the phone around, showing Roman one of the many, many photos of his own dick on your phone.

Roman freezes, his face turning pale enough to make his freckles vanish. “N–”

“Certainly small enough to be yours. Look–” Logan scrolls through more texts, “This one too, huh?”

“No,” Roman seethes, and it almost makes you giggle, the way he scrambles to lie. So fucking…pathetic. He’s everything Logan’s not. 

“Oh, see? Look at him, darling. He’s squirming.”

Logan reaches for his eyeglasses sitting on his chest, held by a cord that wraps around his neck. He squints a little as he scrolls through your phone, then clears his throat before reading aloud. “‘I bet you’re so tight’,” he reads loudly, droning in a monotone voice. “‘I need to be inside you. You’d look pretty covered in my cum.’ You think this is a fucking compliment?” Logan asks, looking at Roman through his eyebrows.

Roman’s face twists, and he scratches the back of his neck in discomfort. “Dad–”

Logan turns the phone around again, and this time a picture of Roman’s hand is on the screen. Fingers spread, covered in his own come. He scrolls again and the next photo is a picture of Roman himself, licking those fingers. 

“You are a fuckin’ sicko,” he growls.

You and Logan watch Roman shrink into his seat, how he looks like he’d willingly crawl out of his own skin and die, if he could. Logan lets him stew in his discomfort and his shame for a beat, then pats his lap, petting his bulge a little.

Roman watches you round the desk at the same time Logan rolls his chair back, making enough space for the both of you. You sit on Logan’s meaty thighs, watching the color drain from Roman’s lips. “Ope - up a second, dear. C’mon, up, up.” Logan swats your hip gently. You stand up then, and feel Logan’s large, paddle shaped hands slide up your thighs, under your skirt. He reaches for the waistband of your panties before tugging them down, letting them pool at your feet. You step out of them, then sit back down, leaning against Logan’s thick, pillowy belly. 

“Spread your legs,” Logan whispers, helping you part your thighs. Your skirt rides up your body, putting your throbbing cunt on display for Roman. Roman swallows thickly, watching as his father reaches for your center, grunting a little as he stretches. You moan when you feel him touch you, sliding just one, thick digit through your slippery folds. “Oh,” he gasps mockingly, holding out his hand for Roman to see. “See how wet she is, Romulus? Tell him, darling, who are you this fuckin’ wet for?”

“You,” you whimper, turning to speak to Logan. Logan groans, and you feel his thick cock twitch against your backside. “I need you, Mr. Roy.”

“Oh, my dear. Be patient. We’ll get there.”

Logan glares at Roman as he pushes a single finger inside of you, and even that’s a stretch that has you whining. Logan coos in your ear, quieting you as he uses his other hand to unbutton your blouse. He wriggles his fat hand underneath your bra, palming and groping your tits, teasing your nipples with his thumb. “Fuckin’ kid wouldn’t know what to do with a pair of tits like these, now would he, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” you agree, looking right at Roman. Your eyes scan down his body, noticing that - oh, god. He’s fucking hard. He’s trying to hide it, hands covering his crotch. But you see it. You see the way he’s rocking his hips, pressing down on himself to alleviate that pressure a little. 

Logan pumps his finger inside you once, then twice, then adds another. He curls the two rhythmically, noting how it makes Roman squirm. Roman’s making desperate, stifled little noises as he watches his father fingerfuck you, so shamefully, disgustingly turned on by the sight. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, resting your head against Logan’s shoulder. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the pleasure, bucking your hips into his palm a little. 

“Ah-ah. Eyes open, darling, and look at Roman. Look, he’s fuckin’ hard for ya. See?” You lift your head a little, looking at Roman through half-lidded eyes. His face is so fucking red, eyes still wild but a little broken, too. All wet and sad. He’s sweating, you can see it glittering at his hairline, the protruding veins in his forehead twitching to match. “He’s making a mess of himself,” Logan adds, pointing to the the wet spot bleeding through Roman’s pants. “Fuckin’ disgusting, isn’t he?”

“Dad,” Roman whispers, voice breaking. “Please, d–”

“Shut the fuck up, Roman,” you snap. You’re melting as Logan now rubs your clit in practiced circles. He’s got decades of experience under his belt. Guided some hundreds of women to orgasm. You’re no different, just as easy as the rest of them.

You whine as Logan pulls his hand away, pushing you forward so he can free his cock from his slacks. He sucks in his belly as he unbuttons his pants, then exhales deeply, thick belly bulging against his thin shirt. Even at the ripe age of eighty, Logan’s cock is long and thick, and everything Roman’s simply is not. You don’t get much of a look at the thick, unruly patch of white pubic hair surrounding the base of his shaft before Logan’s pulling you against him, tapping his dress shoe between your ankles to make you spread your legs. “Show Roman how you take care of his old man, huh? See how he likes that.” He fits the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, then slowly pushes you down with a firm push on your hips. “Ohhh, that’s it, darling. You take it so well.”

The stretch of his cock entering you has you sucking in a sharp breath, then exhaling through that delicious pain. Your cunt pulses around Logan’s cock as you watch Roman free his own dick, desperately pawing at his own length as tears fall from his eyes. He wipes them quickly, then uses the same hand to stroke himself.

“Help a man out, sweetheart. The osteoarthritis…my knees, I–”

“Of course, Mr. Roy,” you coo sweetly, lifting yourself up and down on his turgid, wrinkled member. Logan steadies you with his hands on your waist, guiding you along. Roman lets a little sob escape as he watches his father fuck his massive cock into you, squeezing his own cock so desperately. You giggle at that. 

“Quit - don’t fucking laugh–”

“Hey,” Logan barks, pointing a finger at Roman. “You don’t call the shots here, Roman, I do. I fucking run game,” he growls. Logan squeezes your breasts in both hands as he draws in and out of you, letting out wheezy exhales as his heart rate increases, but he won’t let his hypertension stop him from pleasing you. “Yeah, that’s it, honey. Look at him, fucking his hand. Tell me darling, what do you think of that?” 

“I think - I think he’s fucking pathetic,” you answer, looking right at Roman as you say it. Roman’s face breaks even further, more tears falling from his big, wet eyes. He wipes his eyes and his dripping nose, using the mess on his hand as lubricant as he fucks his fist with a depressing sort of fervor.

“Hear that, son? She thinks you’re fucking pathetic,” Logan taunts. 

“I fuck- oh, fuck,” Roman whimpers, throwing his head back as he desperately works himself. 

“Oh, you’re fuckin’ adopted,” Logan grumbles under his breath. He lifts you up then, and spins you around, then lays you across his desk so you’re looking at Roman upside-down. Logan enters you again in one swift motion, then begins fuckings you with an energy you wouldn’t expect, but that pleasantly surprises you. He’s so spry for an eighty year old. 

“You do so good for me,” Logan praises you. “My idiot son could get fucked like this too, if he weren’t such a fucking screwup. Isn’t that right, Romulus?”

“Y-yeah,” Roman whines. 

“Speak up, Roman. Let her hear you. Actually–” Logan grunts, punctuating the sentence with a brutal snap of his hips “I want you to apologize to her.”

“What?”

“He’s that fuckin’ stupid, huh?” Logan pants, the comment directed at you. “Fucking. Apologize,” he tells Roman. “Do it now.”

“I’m fuckin’ sorry. Okay?”

“Again, Romulus,” Logan demands, annoyed. “Louder.”

Roman tells you he’s sorry again, and it makes you smile. His voice all high-pitched and broken. Good, it’s about fucking time he’s taken down a peg.

“Tell her again,” Logan says. “Like ya fuckin’ mean it, Roman. And you don’t stop apologizing until she comes. Are we fucking clear?”

Roman nods frantically, pumping his cock as he whines, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

His words go right to your core. Logan fucks you harder, and licks his thumb before bringing it to your clit. He uses those same practiced circles from before to coax along your release, and it’s not long before you’re pulsing around his cock, moaning Roman’s father’s name as you come hard, all that pleasure washing over you as Roman whispers how fucking sorry he is. 

With a few harsh thrusts, Logan’s spilling into you next, coming with a deep, guttural grunt and wheezing breaths, a sharp pain in his chest. It’s all fucking worth it. He reaches into his pocket and tosses you his handkerchief, then excuses himself, mumbling something about needing his supplemental oxygen. 

You sit on Logan’s desk as Roman strokes himself to completion, sobbing as he gets off to the sight of your puffy, swollen cunt, ruined by his own father, and dripping with his spend. He makes a mess of himself as he comes, “Here, Rome–” you offer, tossing your used cumrag at him. 

“Get that - fuck,” Roman cries, swatting it away. He sobs as he comes down from his orgasm, unable to even look at you as you put yourself back together. 

“It’s smaller in person,” you murmur, touching Roman on the shoulder before leaving. He flinches at that, then breaks down in tears again as he shoves his softening cock back into his pants. “See ya tomorrow, boss.”

if you enjoyed, please shout at me 🩷💕 comments, rb, or go to my inbox. I turned anons back on because I know a handful of freaks will need to scream about their horniness but would prefer to do so anonymously.

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[michellejonesgf]

come on, live a little • patrick zweig x reader

pairing: patrick zweig x fem!reader

synopsis: patrick hasn't been kissed in a while. and so he asks for a kiss.

words: 1087

warnings: written in second person, pat zweig being persistent (he wants a kiss so bad) (not in a creepy way, you and him have a good friendship), hinge mention (author does NOT know how dating apps work), friends to lovers!

a/n: wrote this during a quick writing session in between study sessions, hope you like this <3

“hey can i ask you a favour.”

“nope.”

“if you were a really good friend.”

“good thing i’m not that.”

“you would really care about me.”

“pat, i don’t have time for this.”

“can you kiss me?"

and with those eyes so wide, so beautiful, who are you to say no?

“i haven’t been kissed in so long.”

patrick zweig has never been big on emotional vulnerability. he prefers to hide behind a veil of cheeky remarks and flirts with a mission, but laughter is all he expects even when he does happen to make a joke or two with personal anecdotes.

“did art put you up to this? or tashi?”

a part of his heart seizes at this. did you really not believe that someone could ache after you? or did it stem beyond that? did you not want this?

he says your name, “it’s already so embarrassing, you think they have that much of a hold over me?”

you shrug, looking anywhere but his eyes. your heart won’t accept its sincere but if you see even a glimmer of amusement in his eyes you will never be able to speak to him normally again.

“oh, i know they have a different kind of hold on you.”

“i don’t want to talk about them right now.”

“then don’t.”

patrick’s at the end of his rope. and he’s never at the end of rope, at least not in this way.

“the other day you said ‘what’s a little kiss between friends’. you know nothing’s going to change, or whatever.”

“is this how you get everyone to kiss you? no wonder you’ve been, what was it, thirty people in the last–”

“–don’t be mean.”

you feel bad. and you did say that a little kiss between one’s closest friends only makes the friendship stronger. but you also said that to tashi. who you don’t currently have feelings for (although art would say that’s debatable). maybe you should do this, be a good friend. “you really want a kiss, huh?” you squint your eyes at him.

“i don’t want to make you feel weird–”

“what about hinge?”

“what about it?”

the pause tells you all you need to know. "you got banned, didn't you?"

he averts his gaze, voice a bit smaller than before, "no i didn't".

he huffs and turns to you, eyes focused into yours, desperately peering, "do you not want to kiss? i won't bother you if its making you uncomfortable."

you think it's now or never. take a chance, risk it and hope that you can salvage what's left of your friendship over the next six months. art and tashi would understand right, they'd help you through it?

you lean closer to him, and slowly bring your hands to his face, cupping each cheek gently with each hand. you look into his eyes, smiling, "i'm going to need you to put on a shirt first."

he springs up and you hear the shuffle of his feet as he walks towards the bed. you smile at how he's quick to come back.

he sits back on the floor, just the way you both were a minute ago and you resume the position of your hands cradling his face.

“patrick zweig,” you say smiling.

“yes?” his voice is hesitant, he doesn’t know if you’re going to make fun of him or–

“can i kiss you?”

“please.”

you lean in and give his lips a slight feather-like touch with your own. neither party pulls away, both with closed eyes and held breaths. you make a decision. you lean in once more and press a kiss that feels more real this time. he kisses back but its so soft your heart melts at the thought that this could be something.

you try some more pressure and one of your hands goes to the back of his neck to pull him a bit closer. you’ve never felt this tingly while giving someone a kiss, you wonder if a friendship this deep makes it more special. if knowing someones hidden threads and tending to their bruised split knuckles when they try not to cry grants a special warmth to any potential future romantic dalliances with that person that sours any other romantic experience with someone else forever.

the leverage that your hand on his neck gives you feels dizzying because in this moment he is yours to hold and to kiss. you feel his palm in the small of your back, barely there, a bit more than ghosting. a deepened kiss, lips slotting between each other that meet for a moment only to slot a different way and you deign that enough. you both halt with your lips so close yet so apart.

you look into his eyes, from that so-close-so-apart distance and every resolve you had to stay civil dissolves. he looks at you and you feel dishonest and–

“i’ve liked you since that weekend at the basketball court.”

“i deleted hinge three months ago.”

so he was telling the truth.

a patrick zweig in love practices emotional vulnerability and tells the truth. who would’ve thought.

“so this isn’t just a kiss between friends?” as much as you don’t want to a smile creeps and lifts your cheeks so much there’s no way you can do a bit.

“come on, i just told my best friend i like her!”

“you didn’t tell me any of that.”

“well, the way you kiss told me that.”

“well, i also kiss your mother like that, if that helps.”

he holds your face the way that you were holding his just a few minutes ago, “will you stop seeing my mother and let me be your boyfriend, please?”

“come on, live a little, its the 21st century!” but your heart is beating so fast you cannot bring yourself to answer earnestly.

patrick’s smile turns toothy and you wonder what it would be like to taste the inside of his mouth.

“did you really save yourself for months so that you could kiss me?”

“you know how traditional i am.” this is the same patrick who kissed art to get him to stop talking that is now kissing you, and saving himself to do so.

“can we do that again but with tongue?”

“yes, director.”

[itsjustrosee]

Let me take care of you Void Stiles x fem!reader

Context: Stiles and reader are in an established relationship, however reader doesn't know that Stiles got possessed by the nogistun (sorry I don't know how to spell it) and is now void.

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut, cursing, and a lil bit of somnophilia (everything is consensual tho dw👍)

this one is prolly my freakiest one yet. so I hope yall enjoy

Stiles layed next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder you slept soundly, your side pressed next to his. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles into the soft cotton material of the shirt he had lent you last night.

His bed covers were sprawled haphazardly over the bed, barely covering you, leaving your legs completely bare and exposed to him. The only other piece of clothing you had on other than his shirt were your panties.

Stiles couldn't help but take in your peaceful appearance, the soft noises you made as you slept, and how cute you looked next to him. He slowly swiped a loose piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he admired your features.

His hand eventually made its way down to your thigh, his fingers barely ghosting the surface as he caressed your soft skin. He didn't want to risk the possibility of waking you up, but the urge, the need to touch you was too powerful. The desire to feel you took over his mind, clouding his better judgment as his fingers made their way to your inner thigh.

He watched your face, making sure to not wake you as his fingers continued to trace into your skin, his touch getting dangerously close to your panties. He tried his hardest to not wake you up as he slowly opened your thighs for better access.

Eventually, he made his way to your core and he began rubbing you over your panties. His touch was gentle and soft enough to where he didn't wake you up, yet your body still subconsciously reacted to him.

You couldn't help but let out a small hum, the action making Stiles turn his head back to face you. You were still asleep but now your eyebrows furrowed slightly and your lips were parted. Seeing the slight pleasure on your face despite still being asleep ignited more hunger within Stiles.

The pressure of his middle and ring finger slowly increased against you, causing your arousal to grow. Stiles kept his other arm still slung around your shoulder, making sure that you were as close to him as possible as you gasped out occasionally.

Stiles could no longer resist the urge to feel your skin on him, he craved you and so that meant he was going to have you.

He slowly slid his fingers under the soft and thin material of your panties, putting slight pleasure on your clit, the pleasure of it making your eyes flutter open.

"S-Stiles..." You breathe out, your heart rate already beginning to quicken.

"Shh baby... just relax," He cooed, leaning his head to your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he spoke. His words were soothing and tender, creating a stark contrast between his desire and lust-filled strokes on your core.

He ran his long slender fingers through your folds, allowing a soft moan to escape your mouth as pleasure consumed you. He felt as you arched your back, your need for more friction only causing Stiles to increase his pressure on you.

As he continued rubbing circles into your wetness, he removed his hand from off your shoulder but kept it wrapped around your back as he moved it down your side. Once he found the hem of your shirt, he slid his hand under it, his fingers snaking up your bare skin and to your breast.

He cupped his hand over it, squeezing it gently as he suddenly slid a finger inside of you. You let out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan before you throw your head back, Stiles took this opportunity to latch his mouth onto the crook of your neck.

He bit down on you before sucking and biting the skin, the quick feeling of pain turning into pleasure that soon gets doubled as he shoves two of his fingers inside you.

Stiles sent all of your senses into overdrive as he thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling at just the right part inside of you to make you moan out in ecstasy. He put his thumb on your clit and slowly messaged it as he quickened his pace and began kissing his way up your neck, making his way up to your ear.

"You're doing so good, princess," He whispered into your ear as he continued to grope the soft, warm flesh of your breast.

You feel heat stirring in your stomach that threatens to pool over as he continues to push his fingers in and out of you, his speed increasing at a rate that has you writhing beneath him.

He moves his hand from under your shirt to your face, taking your chin in his fingers as he tilts your head to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. He kisses you with a hunger and desire that you've never felt from anyone else.

You part your lips for him, allowing his tongue to plunge into your mouth and taste every bit of you. The kiss is sloppy yet filled with passion as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, adding more pressure to your clit with his thumb, making you moan into his mouth.

You finally pull away, catching your breath as his actions draw out soft moans and whimpers from your mouth.

"Stiles I-I'm close," You can barely whimper out as stars flood your vision.

"Cum for me baby," He said breathlessly, his pace relentless as he drives deeper into you.

With one final thrust, your walls tighten around his fingers as you finally let out your release. Waves of ecstasy come crashing over you, Stiles' pace slowly inside of you as he helps you ride out your high. The pleasure is overwhelming as you lie next to him, your chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath.

Stiles plants one last kiss on your lips before he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing entrance. Bringing them up to his mouth, he parts his lips and sucks them clean, tasting your juices with a satisfied hum.

"Fuck, you taste so good," He mutters under his breath before he pulls your panties back on and tugs you closer to him. "You're always so good for me, aren't you?"

You let out a weak hum in agreement as you melt into him once more, completely surrendering yourself to him. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, and his lips brush against the skin of your forehead as he kisses there once more.

"That's it, baby, just relax," Stiles says, his voice low and husky, looking at you with darkened eyes. "I'll take care of you,"

[ghouljams]

Hi I’m a lesbian and I love your fics. I also love learning from your sex ed posts even though most don’t really apply to me. Feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to answer, but I’m an anxious virgin and I really want to eat a girl out. How do I do it? There’s a lot of dick appreciation and education on this blog but not enough pussy I fear😔

Any tips? How does it feel? Both giving and receiving?

Yeah of course!!

So I'll start with receiving for no reason other than I gotta think about it really hard. As I've mentioned before there was a long period of time where receiving didn't do much for me so take this with a grain of salt. It feels sort of like a wet flat finger(but softer than a finger like more malleable) moving over your pussy. Different parts feel different(for me at least) and it feels very different from touching yourself, mostly because you can't feel the sensation anywhere other than your pussy. So tongue on the labia feels like wet touching, with a little bit of drag and pressure. Tongue on your clit feels sort of like a flicking, rolling sensation depending on what's happening, mostly you'll just feel the nice sparky stimulation more than the actual touch but there's also a little bit of suction that sort of tugs the tiniest bit when their mouth is on your clit. Tongue over/around your entrance feels again sort of like a really focused but gentle finger, it's really hot(temperature) because it's another person's mouth and wet but not unpleasant. I think what people tend to forget is that you also have a head down there and your legs are gonna want to squeeze it, which feels kind of like squeezing a really hard watermelon. With partners who shave you can get this prickly burn that's not entirely pleasant but doesn't really linger.

Giving... oh giving feels very fun under your tongue, lots of different folds and sometimes your partner has longer labia that you can sorta wiggle against your tongue. It feels like skin but wet and HOT, and a little spongy? If that makes sense, like firm skin but still with some give. Idk all vaginas are different and beautiful. Depending on if the person shaves you're gonna want to sorta part the labia to give yourself the best access, but just licking it feels sort of like licking, well, hair. Not bad, but eh it's not everyone's thing, sort of coarse and doesn't stick to your tongue like head hair does. The clit is fun cuz it's sorta hard under your tongue when it gets erect, and you can sort of flick it around with the tip of your tongue, or push your tongue up under the hood if your partner's clit is a lil shy. Tastes sort of musky but mostly like water if they're taking care of themselves, can get a bit bitter if the honey isn't eating right but idk I don't find it unpleasant. Pushing your tongue into pussy is kinda like shoving it into a tube, there's a little kinda ridged area that you wanna aim for cuz right behind that is the spot, but also just feels kinda nice on the tongue. They're gonna tighten up on you though and it's gonna feel weird, cuz nothings ever squeezed ur tongue like that before, but it's also kinda like if you're making out and your partner sucks on your tongue. Idk other pussy eaters can correct me on that, I'm just trying to make some semblance of a connection.

Man it's hard describing sex because it feels a lot like what it is. Hope this was coherent

[luigifan1998]

Hey idk where u manifested from but i love ur blog and i love u. Ur writing for wife hc’s left me devastated, 1,000% agree with all of it. That man is a fucking mess who wants to crawl under ur skin and it’s so sexy.

Thought I’d love for you to entertain: College Lu pining over u, the prettiest girl in one of his lecture hall classes. Him being so pathetically down bad for you he’s stalking ur social media desperately to find out more about u as a person, trying to see what direction ur off to after class, looking for u all around campus. Not knowing ur going insane doing the exact same thing in regards to him, because i am also willing to die on the hill that this man NEEDS to feel intoxicated off a mysterious gorgeous deviant mentally ill girl he’s plotting to speak to any day now.

this is so sweeeeet smooches you

you get the vision. growing up in such a prestigious family, an italian one at that, has instilled a fatal flaw within him. hes a morbid longer. source: trust me

morbidly longing for something he cannot find, did not find in high school, failed to access in college, could not obtain in maryland, hawaii, japan. hes soooo "its not a metaphor, this ache". much of his life has been about perfection and following rigid societal practices. he wants something disgusting and consuming and nauseatingly complex. my sweet im your man by mitski boy

in regards to the second part, his infatuation for you is anything but cathartic. hes losing sleep, losing focus. he cannot string a coherent thought together, much less engage in banter with his social circle. he pulls back and into the recesses of his mind that allow the perverse nature of his adoration to overtake him. his friends are relieved, assuming hes finally succumbed to the exhaustion from making himself available to everyone. theyre happy he can find rest. they dont know that the nauseating and near animalistic drive to check your internet presence is something hes sodden with shame over. he feels like a fraud for writing about the importance of divorcing ones self from the modern cellular device. despite it, the practice of poised fingers as to not alert you of his invisible attendance is something his resilience in the protest of social media has become soft to. knowing its wrong, pathetic, inappropriate, he feels like he has to punish himself in some way. in the ever-rare moments he finds himself alone, he touches himself and he doesn't allow for completion. invites the pressure build within, increased sensitivity and a gnawing desperation for release. he doesnt let himself be reduced to the inability to control himself from spilling into his cupped hand and down his cotton briefs until hes seen you in real life. a gift to himself. walking to class, talking to a mutual friend, swaying back and forth as you wait in line in the dining hall. this reverence is not sustainable without more give, and he is wearing like loved linens

hiding the way you feel for him is, in many ways, easier. you escape into buildings for majors you have never heard of when you spot him walking in your direction. you cherish the blessing of being able to use your hair as a curtain in which to protect yourself from the prospect of being perceived when in close proximity to him through your mutual friends congregating sporadically throughout the campus. you blame various ailments for reasons as to why you cannot go to gatherings you had previously agreed to attending. its heavy, this curse of needing. you want to drop to your knees and crawl to him, taking his fingers into your mouth and letting the love-conditional curse break, but you dont. cant. wont let it. it feels too good to have this private affliction be something you own. darkness on a leash, locked into a tower only you have access to. when nobody knows how you feel, not even him, he can be yours

[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!hyeongjun x fem!reader

genre: smut — 18+ wc: 0.8

request: “you just want me to do all the work” + “it’s kinda hot” + thigh riding

contains: established relationship, sub!reader, thigh riding, dirty talk, pet names, banter, light degradation kink, name calling (slut once + puppy once), (consensual) filming

[ event masterlist | xdinary heroes masterlist ]

“Baby, please!”

“Shhh, don’t get distracted.” Hyeongjun says with a calm tone drastically different than yours. He cannot look away from your bare cunt sticking to the rugged denim material of his jeans - the pair he wore to your first date. There’s a dark patch forming beneath you as you move around which makes his mouth salivate, but not enough to put an end to this pleasant show you’re giving him right now. “Speed it up, baby, we’re short on time.”

“We wouldn’t be if you just helped me out a little bit.” You mutter with a soft frown on your face.

To Hyeongjun, the blissful whimper that leaves your lips sounds like you’re doing just fine.

“You’re the one begging to cum.”

“You just want me to do all the work,” you bark back at him.

Hyeongjun shoots you a quick look of surprise - one that if you examine closely, you’ll notice how your attitude turns him on. Almost a year later, the way you react to his teasing remarks still gets to him.

However, you have your eyes closed shut due to the rising pleasure; at this point it feels impossible to stop, the denim fabric, rough and thick, suddenly feels like exactly what you’ve been needing.

Your head falls back as you grind against his thigh, turning that dark spot bigger and darker with the amount of arousal leaking out of you; just another indicator of how easily you get worked up when Hyeongjun is around.

“It’s kinda hot, don’t you think?”

His light-hearted voice, oozing with erotic playfulness, forces your eyes open. Assertive smile is laying on your boyfriend’s lips - he already knows your answer to this question and that you’re probably not going to respond to avoid admitting the obvious truth.

You watch him resting his arms on the back of the couch as if to demonstrate even more clearly that he’s not planning on moving a finger. But you see the signs very clearly and they're enough to let you know that, though he's enjoying this to the fullest, he’s still holding back from something.

The clues are subtle, but you catch them easily as you hold your gaze to study him - the way his throat bobs as he swallows, the slight parting of his lips, the tension in his jaw as if he’s restraining something, and his eyes flickering with something deeper than just amusement.

“All I think is that you can enjoy yourself too... by touching me.” You shift your tone into more innocent one, tugging on his shirt to invite him for a kiss, but unluckily, your manipulative tactics only make him snicker silently.

Hearing you cuss through a shaky whisper makes Hyeongjun drop his attention to his lap, focusing it on the precision of your intense rubs. Knowing how sensitive you are, the friction you're earning by grinding your clit like that must be much stronger now.

“Holy shit, baby,” he gasps softly; his craving eyes take a good glimpse of the mess you made of his jeans as you're in the middle of adjusting on his thigh. The lewd sight has him wetting his lips until they curve into a satisfied smirk; there's a string of arousal dangling from your pussy when you lift up to show him what you've done. “What has you so fucking wet?”

You lower back down, resuming the familiar motions that fill your body with the sweet delight you've been hungry for all day. You don't even need to apply pressure like in the beginning anymore; light steady rubs along his thigh are going to lead you to your desired relief sooner than you think.

“Just thinking about me touching your body makes you drip, is that it?” His eyes, glinting with lust, meet yours as you're about to moan from brushing your clit against the soaked material. “Didn't know you can get so fucking desperate.”

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, enjoying the power of his words and how they arouse you further, when suddenly a short familiar sound makes you open your eyes.

Hyeongjun is holding his phone in front of you, filming the area where your folds are glued to his jeans.

“I want to go back to this whenever I want,” he says, staring at his phone screen that's recording it all. “My needy slut humping my leg like a puppy.”

“Baby!” You groan frustrated at his mocking.

Then, you hear his phone buzz with a notification.

“They're on their way,” Hyeongjun gives you a half-smirk as he reads the message he just received. “Better stop whining and focus unless you want to get caught.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[kvothes]

24 for exR or 29 for K/S or kirk/spock/bones?

kirk/spock -> AS A PROMISE:

Jim carries regrets lightly. He’ll weigh his starship down if he carries stones in his stomach, so he doesn’t. His regrets have names within him; they don’t overrun or overwhelm him. 

Right now, he regrets the fact that he hasn’t had a chance to really speak to Spock in the last 11.7 hours. He’s taking it with him off the ship: he’s beaming down to extract two lieutenants and three ensigns from a hostage situation, and his chances of success are not very good, and there won’t be time for any talking now. 

“I must repeat my request that you delegate this mission to another,” Spock says to him, as they stride towards the transporter room together. “Preferably myself.”

“Request denied,” Jim says. “The Severans already know me, which hopefully means they’ll hear me out. I don’t want to see how they’d react to an unfamiliar face at this juncture.”

“Your logic is sound,” Spock says stiffly. “Though it pains me to admit it.”

Jim aches. He lets no flash of it appear on his face. Spock isn’t the only one who can hang onto his composure; Jim would never have become captain if he lost his head under pressure. “I know, Spock,” he says, quiet, his one concession. 

They’ve reached the transporter room. A redshirt is there with a phaser for Jim; a tech is waiting at the controls. Jim will beam down alone, give diplomacy his best shot, and go down fighting if he must. He takes the phaser. Spock stands next to the transporter tech, where he’ll certainly stay until Jim beams back aboard.

If Jim beams back aboard. 

11.7 hours previously, Spock came to Jim in his quarters. He stood with his hands folded behind his back. He informed his captain that he, Spock, had come to harbor a hitherto unforeseen and unexpected level of regard for Jim and that he felt it would prudent to make Jim aware of it. 

Jim had grinned at his first officer, his friend, and said Prudent, Spock? What would you have me do about it? It was then, however, that the red alert sounded, and the intervening hours had been full of increasingly desperate negotiations to get the Severans to return the hostage crew members. 

Spock’s regard, such as it was, had understandably gone unaddressed in that time. Jim is uncertain now if he will ever be able to address it. It is very heavy within him. 

Jim must step up to the transporter pad. He looks at the redshirt and the tech. He looks at Spock. “Mallory, Giotto,” he says, making a sudden decision. “Close your eyes. Twenty seconds. Allow me a moment.”

They blink at him first, slightly surprised, then do as they’re told. Jim crosses to Spock. Spock reaches for him and says, “You will return.”

“I’ll do my best,” Jim says. “I swear.” He kisses Spock. One hard press of the mouth, less than he wants, more than he should allow himself. If he’s going to his death, he wants one less regret in his stomach. 

Spock kisses him back. His hand touches Jim's hand. They part at the same moment, mindful of their duty.

“Gentlemen,” Jim, says, stepping to the transporter pad. “Ready.” Giotto and Mallory blink their eyes open, keeping their faces impassive. The latter readies his hands on the transporter controls.

Jim looks at Spock. Their eyes meet and hold. “Energize," Jim says.

[neverendingford]

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[zip-toonz]

OMG THERES A FUCKING HONDURAN FLAG EMOJI 🇭🇳 !!!!!

[cartoonghosts]

everything is terrible actually

[screampied]

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, vırgin nanami, cowgirl, praise, size kink, premature ejac, mdni.

virgin nanami loses it once you tell him to ditch the condom.

“sweetheart, i—” he’d swallow, choking up on his words once cool air settles against his skin. he swallows, chewing on his bottom lip once he feels a brand new feeling. the rubbery latex wasn’t blocking him anymore, and he groans once his swollen tip smears up against your entrance. soaked, he grows quiet once he looks down to see your dripping pussy hovering over his reddened frenulum that’s tearing up with glossed pre-cum. “god, ‘s warm,” the blond sucks in a single quickened breath as a curling pout twists against his lips. “a- are you sure?”

“ ‘m sure, baby,” you whisper up against the hot shell of his ear. he’s so warm, his entire body arouse with temperature all because of the sweet sound of your voice. the center of your palm rubs against his cheek and he leans into your touch. metaphoric heart eyes form in his eyes as they dilate, his own thumping heart beating out of his chest. “ ‘s okay, inside.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s head gradually tosses itself back, and with quick alignment, he’s back inside. he kisses his teeth once he feels the real thing, your silvery walls massaging around him. the glossy sweat that pours onto his skin shines against his body glimmers brightly. he groans, letting off a soft whine once he feels the brief tightness grow snug. “you’re gonna make me—”

and within seconds, he’s cumming, hard. nanami barely even last a second after you take off the rubber, and he’s an entire mess. with a firm grasp, he’s reanimating your hips with his hands as you slowly jerk and move. “please,” he gently pierces his teeth into your neck, shivering breath ghosting against your skin. “don’t stop, s- show me how to feel good, please.”

his words were like a broken rough whisper — you pause, staring into his eyes and he’s sincere.

nanami’s heavily panting, beads of sweat racing down each sides of his forehead. fawn kind eyes bore into yours before he glances down at your sprawled out legs. “so pretty,” he hiccups, and even his touch was delicate. he was always gentle, he didn’t want to hurt you. a few thick padded fingers drag and scurry down your hips before his lip quivers. “i- i want you, i want more.”

“so have me then,” you coo against his ear, the tone of your voice more teasing than anything. as your hips start to salaciously rock into him again, you grab onto both of his wrists, trying to guide him. “there we go, ‘ken,” you whisper, and you can hear a bundle of wanton whimpers leave from his lips—never has he had a feeling like this, ever. he was so weak from your touch, your body heat, your taste. as your fingers tenderly brush against his, you make him cling onto your rickety waist. “hold me, like this.”

nanami groans, and he’s still sensitive, very. he just came, ribbons of balmy hot seed shoots deep into you and it’s warm. it makes both of his ears ring and he only wants more, more, more.

“okay,” he replies in a husky voice, and you can see blond shaggy strands of hair glue across his forehead. “o- okay,” he repeats, his tone dropping a bit lower. the bed mercilessly creaks as your rocking accelerates, his bulbous tip jabbing around every part of your cunt. once you show him how to touch you, he just can’t keep his hands off of you. “i dreamt about this for so long, sweetheart,” and he watches your pretty lips contort into an amused simper. “s- sorry, is that too dirty?”

“it’s fine baby,” you plant a kiss near the inside of his neck. a long breath gets caught in his throat. he’s about to say something else but he pauses, pouting deeply. cute, he’s embarrassed. nanami’s cock continues to rummage through your doughy insides, so much pressure that you feel it everywhere. your sappy folds squelch within each solid thrust before your arms wrap around his broad shoulders. “you dream about me?”

“sometimes, yeah,” he huffs, and the irregular unkempt thrusts slowly transform into pure blissful sync. nanami looks so pretty, he’s losing the more you bounce on his cock. so good, his jaw tightens and he’s feeling every vein in his body prod. you were starting to grow dumb as each second past and your moans only grew louder right with him. nanami’s head buries itself into your neck before he lefts off a frustrated whine. “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty,” and his voice cracks at the end. you feel the tip of his tongue swirl around near your collarbone and you gasp. “god, you’re even prettier inside t- too.”

“yeah?” you whisper, creating a trail of sloppy kisses down the slip of his exposed neck. he’s moaning more at your touch. you feel his beefy thigh start to bounce before his palm squeezes against your bare ass. “you gonna cum for me again, kento? ‘s okay, be a good boy ‘n make a mess for me.”

a sheepish smile stretches against his lips, though instead of sheepish smile—it’s more of a pussy drunk one.

as you stare at him, his dimples poke against both sides of his cheeks and he’s getting lost into the way your hips twirl around him. “your good boy, mhm. all yours, ‘m gonna cum a- again,” and his voice lowers significantly. your clit’s profusely getting thwacked and mashed up against his fattened tip and it’s so appetizing. with nanami’s soft mousy eyes flicking backward until it’s nothing but pure white in his sockets, he gives your ass a soft spank. “k- keep riding me like that ‘n i’m gonna fall in love.”

and it’s right as he said that — he came again.

this time it’s a lot more. it’s thicker and languidly, you feel it spew out in velvety strips. his entire base was flaccid and he’s just idle inside of you. nanami’s whimpering underneath you as his legs finally collapse. you watch him fall back against the cushioned pillows and he’s so flustered. “mhh,” he grouses as multiple jittery pants leave from his lips. nanami wraps strong burly arms around you, holding you close. “stay,” he rasps, still hearing the sloshes of his dribbling cum trickle in and out of you. he’s shivering, his teeth shattering and he’s never felt more sensitive. he’s definitely in love.

“okay,” you nod, feeling him hide his head into the crook of your neck again. he’s so clingy—but you didn’t mind, and his warm breath tickles against your skin. you get a brief scent of his rich cologne scent that drives forevermore drove you weak. sitting up to press a chaste kiss against his twitching ruby lips, you whisper shakily. “good boy.”

and nanami’s eyes were so half lidded, your praises—he couldn’t get enough of them. seconds later and he’s still pouring into you deep, painting your gummy walls with his pristine-white color. with droopy eyes and flapping long lashes taking in your beauty, nanami whines. “more, don’t stop fucking me,” and you let off a gasp once he suddenly lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on your back. you land with a soft ‘oof’ before he spreads your legs, gazing at the satiny masses of cum that race down the crevices of your thighs.

“please,” and you moan once he drags his tongue up your legs, stopping towards your puffy clit. “teach me h- how to eat this,” and his eyes rove towards your slobbering cunt. you feel butterflies build up in your tummy before nanami’s quite literally drooling right before you. not only was he probably in love, he was also hungry.

“please mistress.”

[moechies]

sugu w/ crybaby reader was who gets emotional reeeally easy while he's fucking the life out of her n she just wants him to hold her (i think im sick in the head i need him so bad)

“s-sugu —“

“y’cryin honey? ‘s too much f’you huh.” he giggles, pace slowing down a tad. it doesn’t help, the feeling of his intruding cock lingers in the deepest part of your sensitive cunt.

his girth stretches you out greatly, and it had taken nearly an hour of his preparation and 2 prior orgasms to get you where you are now.

you huff, geto’s hand cupping your chin forcing your big doe eyes to stare into his. your eyes glimmer with tears , the apple of your cheeks dewy with sweat and tears. your mouth gapes open slightly from the pressure of the man’s grip on your jaw , completely vunerable under his touch.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” he groans , harsh thrusts resuming with his previous pace.

“ah —“ you jolt with surprise, his body pressing on top of yours just close enough to press hot but quick kisses on the fat of your lips.

you’re quick to wrap your arms around the man’s broad shoulders, pulling him in closer to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

soft whimpers fall from your lips followed by moans, still tears cloud your pearly eyes and he notices.

“what’s wrong baby? why’re crying? tell suguru.”

“i— wan’ you to h-hold me sugu . wanna feel you closer..” you hiccup.

and just when you say it, he notices. how your body desperately cages him in, arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs holding your pelvises together tight.

“oh baby. “ he grins, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your lips before enveloping your head into his arms. “y’r too cute .” his chest presses against your plush tits, hot bodies rubbing off on eachother as he nudges himself impossibly deep into your silky cunt .

you squeal , nails clawing at his back at the feeling of his overstimulating cock. “just like that baby. so perfect f’me.” he groans, he thinks he’s going to die.

it makes him dizzy; it’s so intimate , so perfect. you were perfect.

[beanlot]

ellie, who uses a vibrator on you for the first time, and just can’t get e-fucking-nough.

wc: 2.2k (smut + light fluff)

─── ⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰ ───

“the fuck is that?” you hum from the crook of her neck after having examined the small toy, and it rests in her palm, her voice a little shaky from nerves. “okay.. so.. uh.. this little guy, helps stimulate certain areas..”

“this little guy?” you repeat her words with a playful smirk, pupils dilated with adoration when you look at her, resplendent enough that she can see her flustered expression reflecting back at her when she maintained that eye contact.

“yeah, this little guy..” she has a teasing smile to her, which only amplifies the pooling anticipation in your stomach.

“turn it on. turn it on.” you eagerly whisper against her neck, your lips still numb from your previous make-out, tingling from her savoured taste. after a few seconds of tampering with the remote, you hear a silent whirring. “alright.. says here that this is the lightest level. ‘n then..” she mumbles, and the whirring intensifies into a jarring buzz.

“i see..” you mumble as you watch the toy convulsing in her palm, and you touch it, your fingertips shivering intensely upon the metallic. “damn.”

but whilst your eyes are inspecting it, her eyes are plastered onto you, eyes brimming with desire. lust. hunger. you don’t notice it, you just feel her seductive breath on your cheek; her inviting whisper following shortly after.

“let me.. please?”

you slowly turn your head to look at her, noting her low lids and desperately parted lips that beg for your acceptance. you don’t answer, admiring her features as it fuels the fluttering in your chest and the cudgelling of your heartbeat against your ribs.

you want it. you want her so bad.

“it’ll feel good, baby.. i’ll try..” her whisper is a plead, delicate kisses peppering your jawline so seductively as she guides the device to your chest. your breath is unregulated, shaky with her intuitive touches.

you sigh, when she grazes it over your clothed nipple, the vibration a pleasure on your breast. “it tickles.” you breathily laugh, your stomach shuddering along with the device.

“tickles?” she laughs against your lips, smooching at the corner of them amorously. her elbow propping herself up, and you watch as she grazes it repeatedly over your nipple; watching as the fabric starts raising slightly when it hardens.

the vibrations start teasingly streamlining down to your underwear, wetness so evident when your clothed slit engulfs the metal.

“gonna put it on your clit, my love..” she whispers, as if she’s asking for your permission, your guidance.

her breath ghosts your cheek as her gaze focuses on your thighs - the heaven between them. the way your dripping cunt swallows it, blissful sensations on your swollen and clothed clit when she applies pressure.

“oh..” you whisper shakily, your hips instinctively and subtly rutting into it. because you want more.

“oh?” she repeats, eyebrows arching momentarily. she experiments, fingertips guiding the device - circling, tapping and grazing your clit.

it’s when she pulls the dampened fabric to the side, holding the vibrator down onto your hood that you seem rather eager. “wait. keep it-keep it there.” you sigh, thighs twitching. you feel your core tightening, clit pulsing with it's own lustrous heartbeat, and your hips subconsciously rolling into it. “keep it-there..”

“feels good, baby?” her lips subtly turn upwards into something you could only describe as a snarky smirk, tongue resting between her teeth.

you’re focused, ankles quivering and your abdomen tensing repeatedly from the ecstasy. you hear her mumble again through the concentration, her irises narrowed at your body’s reaction. “shaking so much, holy shit.”

your breathing is a little jagged, and you’re clutching at her wrist, making sure she doesn’t move or mettle up that teasing courage of hers to deny you what you so desperately want need. “just don’t move it..” you gasp, your back arching into the vibrations.

you scan her features through the haze; pretty verdant eyes tainted with desire, the fruitful shape of her lips, and that fucking scar slicing her eyebrow. she's wearing that stupid black shirt you like so much, and has that stupid hairstyle you love. “you’re so hot..” you whisper faintly, impulse that reflects your innate need to finish spilling out. “i’m gonna-fuck. i’m gonna ride your fucking face after this..”

“yeah?” she arches her eyebrows, voice a pitch higher, as if she’s challenging you. mocking you, even.

“uh huh.. gonna-i’m gonna-“ you try to think of what to say, but nothing other than your whimpering blither seeping from your helpless lips. and so she interrupts you,

“gonna what, baby?” she whispers, and you know for sure now - she's definitely mocking you. you look down to her hand between your thighs; watching the tendons that manifest her slender wrist start to twitch, those admirable veins framing her knuckles.

your impending orgasm is obvious by how tremulous your body reacts, her fingers amping up the vibrations as she presses it deeper onto your clitoral hood.

"oh, that's it. just let go, feel it.." she whispers, her free hand slithering down to your tremoring hip, measuring up the clenching and troubled muscles within them. her mouth is watering, she doesn't realise it until she swallows back her saliva.

she wants nothing more than to suck at your clit, coat you with her, slurp up your taste so disgustingly that you wouldn't be able to look at her the same tomorrow.

her free hand glides towards your slit, your thick juices coating her slim fingers so seductively. you hear her hum, a low and guttural moan, as you feel one of them slew inside your hole. it contracts so welcomingly around her finger, and it's so easy for her to slide another in.

"m sorry, baby.. i should've asked.." she whispers when she hears your troubled whine, but its not troubled in the sense you don't want it, it's troubled in the sense that you've never understood how fucking good it feels to be stuffed with her fingers.

so you shake your head with difficulty, trying to notion to her that it's fine, she can do as she pleases.

so she teasingly twines them upwards, feeling the harsh vibrations of the toy on your clit internally against your walls. "you feel that?" she asks softly, her voice silk.

"more.. just-just a little more.." you exhale unstably, so desperate to feel her against your most sensitive nerves, so guiding and patient with her. she takes your words, absorbs them with gratitude.

"more, my love.. i got you.." she's also unsteady with her breath, and just like your desperation, she's desperate to impress.

you feel her curl further against your spongy and quivering walls, eyes rolling back as she gradually fucks you with her fingers. "like that, pretty girl?"

"uh huh.. uh-like that.. like-oh fuck, ellie, baby-"

she can tell you're gonna come by how choked up your breaths are, and how rigid your body feels under her hands. "nice and easy, nice and easy.." she whispers, and you suddenly feel her wet tongue on your stomach, streamlining up to your abdomen and leaving a trail.

you can hear your own thighs walloping against her hand, your cunt squelching with every appreciative pump of her fingers. and ellie does what ellie does best, she talks you through it.

"thas' it, feel what i'm doing to you. just relax.."

"you whining for me?”

and it's suddenly too much, your eyes rolling back and head digging further into the fleecy pillow. "please please please please-" you're begging, pleading like a whore for it. you feel her tongue lick selfishly at your sternum, your shirt riding up and the air whipping against your piping hot skin.

when you look down to watch her tongue start relentlessly flicking at your nipple, her eyes dreamily shut, the sneezelike sensation in your core possesses everything in your body.

you're coming so aggressively, back arching into her as she keeps the vibrator on your messy folds - only this time, grazing it directly over your overstimulated clit, her fingers still urging you to your overbrimming limit.

you're whining like a mess, how she likes it.

she’s trying to hold you down, or at least stabilise you when you come, her fingers seeping out of your cunt and clutching at your shaking hips.

"i know it feels good, i know.." she murmurs against your skin, goosebumps littering your chest and arms. her fingers are glossed with your cum, thumb tracing patterns into your waist.

you’re trembling so much that she keeps losing grip.

she decreases the vibrations drastically to aid your oversensitivity, but keeps the device buried against your clit; your underwear slowly going back over your drenched slit as she lets go.

you’re confused at first, shuffling around uncomfortably when you feel your underwear soak up your cum, your clit still getting ambushed from the low vibrations.

but she’s not one to disappoint, stripping off her sweatpants and her bare thighs smoothing against yours as she situates her bare and drooling cunt against you.

your thigh is hoisted against her clothed abdomen, and you can feel the dips of her lanky muscle contract slightly. she’s worked herself up.

“ride my face in a minute, baby— i just.. i need this..” she sighs urgently, feeling the wetness of your underwear; she’s thirsty for it, dehydrated for it.

her clit is purple and erect, subtly grinding against your underwear, the vibrations humming through the fabric and stimulating her so divinely. the tone in her arms and the impulsive rolling of her hips, her stomach rubbing against your bare and piping hot thigh.

fuck, you like her using you like this. so selfish, self-serving.

you’re starting to uncontrollably tremor again, her movements forcing the vibrator against your overwhelmed clit. “i’ll be quick, pretty—i’ll be quick-“ she gasps, delectable lips parted.

her rutting hips are becoming sloppier, the bed frame starting to rock against the wall and creak.

“ellie—ellie, please- please hurry, it’s too much..” you whine, because the overstimulation is too shattering for you to orgasm again. but you’re trying to cherish the high of watching her face scrunch from abundant pleasure and yearning, the prize of hearing her guttural whimpers.

and it’s all so worth it, the torture of sensory overload, when her thighs start quivering against yours. her fingers clenching your thigh so frantically, her frenzied state erupting as she orgasms.

“mmph-holy shit-‘mm baby—“ she gasps, lips parted erotically against your knee, the adrenaline forcing her fingers to twitch around your thighs.

she’s still rutting against you, bathing through the last remaining ripples of her orgasm, before she takes note of your raw state. her fingers are delicate, sliding your swamped underwear down your legs and turning the vibrator off. it’s submerged in your cum, sweat and enjoyment.

“are you okay? was that too much?” she asks softly, hands gently squeezing your kneecaps in reassurance. she’s not sure why, but now that her impulsive drive to finish on your vibrating pussy is satisfied and fulfilled, she has some worried aftertaste on her tongue.

worried that she pushed your boundaries, or didn’t consider your feelings.

“no, you idiot. that was-“ you sigh, covering your dazed eyes with your arm. “that was so fucking hot.”

you hear her relieved laugh, and it’s silent for a few seconds. nothing but the sound of the light drizzles of rain outside, the balance of your relaxed and seduced breaths.

“still wanna ride my face, ma’am?” you hear her ask, not ignoring the tinge of hope in her tone. and so you laugh, looking up at her. she has a hue of mauve under her eyes, bags bags that demonstrate her careless sleep schedule.

but she’s stunning. and she makes those eyebags annoyingly sexy.

“i always wanna ride your face..” you mumble, unable to resist the spirited smile that tugs your lips upwards when you see the rosiness in her face bloom. she’s excited, she’s a loser for it.

“but.. maybe.. in the shower.. i’m like—“ you mumble, sluggishly sitting up, discomfort when you look down and see thick strings of your arousal between your thighs. “i’m hot, and sweaty, and gross.”

you look at her, and you’re strangely flustered by how she maintains eye contact. it’s out of character, even for ellie, but she’s jumped through the hurdles of being awkward with you.

all of the timidity and shyness has been bleached; she looks at you with such intimate love. “okay.. fine by me, ma’am..” she nods, lazily blinking through her infatuation.

and for the first time, it’s you that can’t uphold the eye contact. your eyes darting anywhere but hers - her collarbone, freckled cheeks fanned by her lashes, those admirable hands that are still resting on your knees.

they trace tender and doting patterns into your shins, nails that tickle and gently scratch your skin.

and when you look back up, she’s still gazing, nailing that romantic and worshipping gaze straight through you.

fuck, stop looking at me like that, williams.

“i love you..” you whisper, hands resting on her shoulders, before gliding up to cup her cheeks. her skin is also piping hot. “you’re so good to me.”

she looks calm on the outside, but on the inside, it’s absolute fucking havoc. her heartbeat hammering against her chest, eyes softening, and her hands reluctantly hovering above yours.

her palms rest on your wrists, and she slowly tilts her head to kiss your fingers, unblinking eyes that are still staring at you. her whisper is faint, anticipatory, and vanilla.

“i love you more, pretty..”