#i’ve been trying. so. so. so fucking hard

[ennabear]

was trying to take a nap but i can’t stop thinking about this so have a horny half asleep blurb about loser!sevika <3333 18+

“oh, shit.” she groans on top of you, holding the dildo in her hands as she angles it into you, the tip already wet as it pushes into your hole. you look up at her as she trembles in excitement, horniness, and most of all, anxiety. her eyes are fixed on her strap-on and your cunt, big, beautiful eyes already glossy from pleasure. she could cum just from this.

“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” she asks timidly, holding your hips as tightly as possible in her hands. you nod at this, and her human palm sweats and shakes until you grab it tightly in yours, offering a reassuring squeeze.

“you got it, sev. keep going.”

she glances down at you, deep brown lips sagging from the weight of her signature pout. you smile at her, big and goofy, and take her face in your unoccupied hand. an annoyed wince follows your pinches to her cheek, but she sighs and laughs it off, focusing on the task at hand.

“okay…” she whispers. “okay, ready?”

you giggle. “sev, i’ve been ready. you’re not gonna hurt me.”

at this, she pushes into you more. slowly but surely. and soon enough, she’s bottomed out, eyes big and jaw hanging open at the sight beneath her. not a single centimeter of the dildo is visible, just your thighs squishing against hers. a sight she could never get sick of. she sucks in a gasp when you lightly smack her ass, but chuckles awkwardly when she realizes that you aren’t in any pain.

experimentally, she slides out of you, then snaps her hips back in. you shiver, legs opening impossibly wider, back melting into the bed.

“like that?” she asks.

“yeah, sevi. just like that.” you reassure her. god, if only she wasn’t so damn nervous. and oh, so adorable.

so she does it again, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in. her rhythm isn’t quite there, but the pleasure is. she hits your sweet spots so deeply, and your heart is so full, you don’t care that she’s not exactly… good at this.

not yet, at least, but neither of you mind the practice.

she moans every time every time she thrusts into you. it starts out breathy and light, but the more she does it, the louder she gets. you doubt that she’s even aware of the sounds she’s making, but you hope she doesn’t realize— she’ll get embarrassed and stop.

her hand releases itself from your grip, drenched in sweat although you wouldn’t have it any other way. her hard grip on your hip returns, and she leans over you to get a better angle. your tits are practically touching, and her hair tickles your face and neck. you plant a few firm kisses on her cheeks, then her nose, then a sweet, long one on her lips, muffling the sounds of her moans and whimpers.

“fuck, i’m so in love with you.” she groans. “can’t believe i didn’t do this sooner.”

you laugh at her, wrapping your arms around her. “it’s okay, we have all the time in the world. no rush.” she chuckles at herself, then her breathy chuckles turn into light moans, and then she’s full on moaning right into your ear.

“am i doing good?” she asks. pace quickening as she rocks her hips into yours.

“yeah, babe. i’m so close.” you whine, gulping loudly.

“really?” she asks, almost like she doesn’t believe you.

“yeah, really.” you laugh, butterflies tickling your gut. “keep going like that.”

“fuck, fuck. okay, oh, janna.” she moans, burying her face in your neck. you think for a moment that she might be in pain, maybe tired, out of breath, or her phantom pains biting at her nonexistent arm. but these moans are different. deeper, heavier, like she’s enjoying it.

her breath tickles your neck as you tip over the edge, holding her as tight as possible as your eyes roll back into your head and you bite your lip a little too harshly. when you come down from your high, gasping for air and giggling at your girlfriend, you almost think you’re imagining the tears rolling down her cheeks. you coo at her and kiss them away, until all that’s left is a giggly, sweaty pile of limbs tangled together.

“do you want me to pull out?” she asks.

“whenever you’re ready.” you answer. “as long as i get to make you cum after this.”

“uhh…” she starts, then loses her words. “you already… did.”

“what do you mean, baby? i haven’t had my mouth or hands on you all night.”

“no, no, not like that.” she says, rushing the words out. “i mean… i did. while i was fucking you… maybe more than once.”

although you feel a bit evil for this, you cackle loudly at her. she rolls her eyes and sinks into you even more, hiding her face in your neck shyly. “don’t laugh at me.” she grumbles. “you’re the worst.”

“no, it’s not bad, sev. it’s cute. and i think we should do this more often.”

she sighs into your shoulder, raising her hand up and pointing her middle finger straight to the sky. you gasp and giggle harder, then swat it away as she tries to wrestle against you.

“okay, enough.” you call, before she can start the wrestling match. “let’s go pee and then i’ll make us a snack.”

she kisses your forehead and huffs a breath, trying not to think about the fact that she’s still inside of you, and that she may or may not be able to feel you clenching around her. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too, sevibaby.”

[aurorawritestoescape]

HOLD MY HAND || Clint x f!reader

Summary: you have good news for Clint and it seems that you two are ready for another big step in your relationship.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, ANGST, unspecified age gap, gun violence, death, soft!Clint, Clint in love, f!oral, unprotected piv, creampie, multiple orgasms, pregnancy, mention of puking, swearing.

Word count: 1,4k

A/n: I’ve been obsessing over this story since this morning when I saw the ‘Freaky Tales’ trailer and I need it out of my head otherwise it’ll explode lol Kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and helping me😘 Love y’all! Don’t hate me. Bye❤️ Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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“No, please, too much.”

“C’mon, jus’ one more, baby.”

You try to push away Clint’s massive hands on your hips, pinning you to the bed, but to no avail. You smile weakly, watching him rub his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh, his eyes glinting with lust in the dim light of the bedroom.

“For me, sweetheart.” His voice is soft and your heart melts when he asks you like that, looking at you like that.

“I need to tell you something.” You barely hear yourself, your heart pounding hard in your ears.

“You’ll tell me when I’m done with you.”

And he winks at you.

“Motherfucker,” you mumble and he chuckles before diving back in.

Your head dips into the pillow when Clint’s lips latch onto your poor puffy clit, but knowing how overstimulated you are, he laps at it gently, then carefully sucks your bud into his wet hot mouth, and you moan so loudly, you’re sure your neighbors can hear. To hell with them! You’re in heaven.

A little sob escapes your mouth when you feel yourself on the brink of another climax— third or fourth that night, you lost count, delirious with pleasure, drunk on his caress, drunk on him.

“Please, Clint,” you whine, asking for more or less, you have no idea.

“Here, hold my hand, sweetheart.”

His sweaty palm slides up your naked belly to your sternum, and you grab it, wrap your fingers around it tightly, ground yourself to him, while he’s eating your pussy out with his whole jaw, his thick digits pumping into your drenched cunt — in and out, in and out. Your core tightens, your nails scratch his hard skin and you come hard, your walls clamping around his fingers. Clint growls into your pussy, feeling the grip of your ecstasy,

“Mmm, yeah, good girl.”

You’re shaking against the damp sheets, crying— fuck — you’re really crying.

When your body relaxes, Clint immediately climbs up the bed, lies next to you and pulls you into his embrace.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, baby.” He cups your wet cheek and carefully wipes your tears off with his thumb. ”Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You shake your head, sniffing.

“No-no, you didn’t. I’m fine.”

You reach up and kiss him, thanking him for the pleasure, silently confessing your love to your man.

He’s rock hard against your thigh, his hot tip smears wetness over your skin. Still making out, you pull him over yourself and he settles between your legs.

“You sure?” he asks, breaking the kiss, and you nod eagerly, tilting your hips up for him.

“Ok, sweetheart. Here we go.”

He feeds you his cock, slowly pushing it into your pussy, and then begins languidly fucking you, grunting into your mouth, your legs wrapped around his hips.

You feel him everywhere all at once and you love it. Love his tongue in your mouth, his chest hair caressing your nipples, his body caging you to the bed, his damp curls between your fingers, his cock kissing your soft spot. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. You break the kiss and take a deep breath.

“I love you,” you exhale, so quietly, you think he doesn’t hear you. You just can’t not say it right now.

“I love you too,” he echoes and you smile, nuzzling his jaw.

He makes you come on his cock and only then spills his cum inside you.

You make out while he’s softening inside your stuffed pussy, until you pull away and search for his warm eyes. A little smile curves your lips as you whisper,

”The thing I wanted to tell you. I’m pregnant.”

You knew Clint wanted your little family to grow as much as you did but you never expected him to fall so deeply in love with the bean growing inside you. He began cooing at your stomach as soon as he heard the good news, making you giggle with happiness.

He was next to you every step of the way - getting you to and from the doctor, caring about what you ate, holding your hair when you were puking out what you’d just eaten, patiently listening to your complaints about morning sickness, heartburn, raging hormones and anything that was making you irritable that day. You always found comfort on his lap and in his arms, big and strong, and when you inevitably would begin grinding your pussy against his thighs he’d give you as many orgasms as you pleased, carefully making you unravel on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He was a perfect father-to-be.

For you, for the three of you, he retired, and when bad guys offered him one last job he always told them to go fuck themselves.

Clint helps you to get into his car and you plop into the seat with a huff.

“Told you everything’s fine,” he gruffs, getting behind the wheel.

“Yeah.”

You give him a little smile and look down at your huge belly. You rub it, deep in your thoughts after a doctor’s appointment.

“She’s gonna be here soon,” Clint cooes, putting his palm over your hand. His touch calms you down a bit but it still feels like you’re suffocating.

”Yes, very soon,” you nod, your eyes downcast. ”I can feel it.”

You try to steady your shaky voice but as usual Clint reads you like an open book.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks and you stay frozen. You’re afraid you’ll cry if you meet his eyes. His eyes full of excitement and happiness. ‘Of course,’ you grumble inside your head, ‘he‘s not the one getting ready to push out a giant baby. You are.’

You shake your head and stare in front of yourself.

“Hey.” He pinches your chin and gently turns your head to him. “Tell me.”

He doesn’t command. He begs. This huge dangerous guy begs for you to talk.

“I’m scared,” you finally squeak and tears well up in your eyes.

He leans closer to you and pulls you into his embrace. You push your face into the crease of his neck and let it all out. She’s gonna be here soon but you’re not ready. How can anyone be ready for it?

You’re crying quietly in his arms, enveloped by the scent of his cologne and his leather jacket as he’s hugging your shoulders, his hand on your stomach. He’s silent.

When your sobs get quieter and less frequent only then Clint starts talking. The vibrations of his chest make you sink deeper into his embrace as you listen to him.

“I know you’re scared. I’m terrified too. But you’re strong and — yeah, I’m not a fucking prize. I’m older and — shit, there’s so much blood on my hands. I—I don’t know how I’m gonna hold our babygirl with these hands.”

You lift your head off his chest and look at him. His eyes are slightly red, glossy with the emotions he’s been holding inside, for your sake, and now they’re spilling out.

“I’m done with that shit, sweetheart, but — .”

He’s shaking his head, his lower lip trembles and you take his face into your hands, your wet eyes darting between his.

“No. Listen to me. My fears are never because of you. Never. I know you’re gonna be the best dad for our girl. I’m sure of it.”

You shake his head a little and you both smile. He takes your hand off his face and presses a kiss to your palm.

“I love you, Clint. Your past— it’s behind you. And I’m happy that your future is with me. And her.”

You bring his hand to your belly and you both feel the second heartbeat under your palms.

“I love you. Both of you,” Clint mutters and kisses you. His chapped lips move slowly, his tongue pushes between your lips and tangles with yours. The taste of him ignites your core and you gush, squirming in your seat.

“Need you,” you whine against his mouth and he chuckles, pulling away from you.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

He sits straight and puts his hands on the wheel.

Suddenly you see a man, standing by the car.

A muzzle of a gun pushes into the window. Clint reacts fast and grabs it.

Bang!

You feel pain. So much pain.

You hear Clint. He’s talking to you. He’s crying.

“Hold my hand, baby. Hold my hand.”

His voice gets quieter and quieter until it disappears altogether and your world goes black.

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[melanchoire]

Friends w/ benefits to lovers w/ Kazuha please

cw: abs riding, cunnilingus, fingering, shower sex, praise.

what your relationship with kazuha started out as a simple friendship between gym buddies ended up becoming fuck buddies

of course this started in the most innocent and harmless way possible! it was a day like any other where kazuha was following her usual routine: going to the gym in the morning

kazuha mornings were sacred. they began before the sun had fully extended its golden fingers over the city, with the quiet hum of the espresso machine and the rhythmic clatter of her gym bag being closed. the gym was her sanctuary, a place where she could shed the anxieties of her demanding job as a clerk and just... move

she knows the route by heart. the way the morning light filtered through the large windows, the familiar smell of sweat and disinfectant, the soft hum of the treadmills. everything was predictable, comforting, except today

she was used to arriving at the gym and heading to the exercise equipment, today she was heading to the cable machine, ready to begin her shoulder workout, but what she didn’t expect was to see a pretty girl using the equipment she was planning to use, and above all, using it the wrong way

kazuha hesitated for a moment. she wasn’t one to interfere. the gym was a space for everyone to pursue their own goals, regardless of their experience. plus unsolicited advice was rarely welcomed, but the girl was practically begging to get injured. each rep was irregular and not continuous, putting excessive strain on her back

but kazuha is a very polite girl with good manners and a good vocabulary when it comes to girls and especially those pretty ones!! so she approached with a sigh. “excuse me. i couldn’t help but notice that you’re using the cable machine. are you familiar with it?”

that’s when you look at her embarrassed. “oh, nothing much. i saw someone else using it and thought i’d try it. am i doing something wrong?”

BINGO! kazuha only needed that to have an excuse to flirt ❤️ “yes, indeed, your posture is somewhat incorrect. perhaps i could offer you a little advice? i’ve been using this machine for a while.”

and this is how it starts. kazuha being your “trainer” and you being her cute little apprentice, but you really tried hard! Kazuha noticed that you took her instructions literally or listened to her advice when the changes in your body began to be noticeable when you wore sports bras or leggings… kazuha was thankful that it was more than common to wear sportswear to the gym, because otherwise, she would have been called a pervert for staring too much at a woman’s ass and tits!

although sometimes perversion won over her: chatting with her while you two run on the exercise treadmills, she was concentrating more than she should on your slightly shaky tone of voice and how your breathing sounded a bit labored, imagining if that was how you would sound when she was fucking your brains out 🫣 or when you asked her for help with stretching because she knew the correct techniques and routines for the type of training you were doing, but her mind wanders to inappropriate thoughts as she places her hands on the back of your knees and pushes them against your chest, imagining that’s how vulnerable you’d look beneath her… she may be a pervert, but you were teasing kazuha!

once she also asked you for help with one of the exercises in her routine. this was a hip lift, but for some reason, she makes you sit on her lap while she remains lying on the yoga mat?? kazuha excuses herself by saying that her muscles and abs will become stronger and more prominent if she applies some weight to the area, and well, you’d be a bad friend if you denied a favor to a friend who has been helping you for a long time 😤 every time she lifts her hips into the air you remain seated on her pelvis, your hands resting on her abdomen or perhaps on your own thighs… but this perspective gives her enough motivation to do long and exhausting reps because she imagines you’re riding her strap while she thrusts into you from below 🥰

you guys relationship changed completely when you fucked in the gym showers 🤗 whenever you went to take a shower kazuha said that she would go too because she stank and her body was sticky due to sweat, there were even times where kazuha might have had a lack of training, but she wouldn’t miss the chance to see a pretty girl without clothes! she shamelessly looking at your body while you shower, especially when you close your eyes enjoying a comforting bath after a long and tiring day

but one day she just couldn’t resist and decided to make a move once and for all. this time, you noticed her look (actually, you were aware of that, but you were a bit of a slut and you liked to play at being naive and not notice how your friend was practically fucking you with her eyes!!) because she broke the silence of the room “you’re very pretty, (y/n). i see that my advice has given you effective results.” and suddenly she's in the same shower as you and shamelessly touching your abdomen?? you didn’t notice when she joined you because the whole time you had your eyes closed as you washed your hair, opening them when you felt her voice closer to you and her hands on your body

kazuha pinning you against the wall while you two kiss 😵‍💫 she thought it would be much harder to make you hers, but because of the desperate way you kissed her back and practically clung to her body desperately, she knew you wanted this as much as she did!

kazuha lifts one of your legs up to her waist, holding your thigh against her side and exposing your needy, soaked pussy to her gaze 🤤 she wastes no time and sneaks a hand between your legs, two fingers buried deep inside your pussy, pumping her digits rapidly into your messy cunt and enjoying the splashing sound her fingers make as they go in and out of you as they begin to mix with the sound of the running water from the shower head

and as much as kazuha would have loved for everyone in the gym to understand that she was the one making you feel this way and no one else could dare try to make a move on you, she had to kiss you to shut you up because you were starting to get too loud and she didn’t want to face any harsh consequences from the gym staff

after that fucking in the showers after an exhausting workout became the second part of your training routine at the gym… kazuha also doesn’t mind getting on her knees between your legs and eating your pussy like she’s been starving all day, it was her way of calming her friend’s tense muscles after working hard at the gym 😍❤️

the outings where kazuha invites you to her apartment to have dinner or watch a movie ending with kazuha sitting against the back of the couch, you straddling her with your back to the tv and riding her abs, turning you into mush as you grinded your pussy against his firm abdomen and made everything slippery due to how much you were dripping, having to place her hands on your hips and guide your movements because little by little you were starting to become more needy but at the same time getting tired of having to do most of the work. “having trouble up there, sweetheart? hold on tight to my shoulders, i’ll help you out a bit…” and making you rub your pussy against her stomach in a way that made you cum almost instantly from her taking matters into her own hands

but kazuha was having deep and real feelings for you, she just didn’t know if you saw her as anything more than just fucking and hanging out ☹️ she's super shy to confront you face to face and express her feelings or thoughts with you! even during sex, the ‘i love you’s were something that felt very real, even when they started out as just things that no one paid attention to 💔

once fucking was much softer and sweeter, whispers and compliments under your breath, loving and sweet kisses but without losing passion, even holding hands 🥺 that night the ‘i love you’s were more sincere than ever and came with soft glances that had a deep meaning within them

this ending with the two of you lying on kazuha’s bed without air and with a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies, lying naked next to each other while your breathing is the only thing that fills the room

kazuha turns to look at you, despite the lack of light in the room and the clarity of the moon coming through the window being the only thing that illuminates the room, you can see the shine in her eyes

“can i take you on a proper date, (y/n)?” along with a soft smile and a look full of hope and honesty

and of course you accepted the invitation to a date with the girl with a hot body but a pure heart ❤️

[moonstruckme]

Please oh please may I request tasm!peter using his super strength to impress r? I don’t know if you’ve seen the TikToks from Romeo and Juliet but he is dangling and does a pull up to kiss her and like that vibe of just being a bit of a show off to fluster her

You may! Thank you <3

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 876 words

“I read something today,” you say, steam trailing behind you as you carry your microwave dinner into the bedroom. 

“Yeah?” Peter doesn’t pause in pulling on his suit. He nearly falls over when his leg gets stuck in the spandex. You’d think after so much practice, he’d be better at it. “That’s great, baby. Big step for you.” 

“Shut up.” You consider chucking a tamale at him, but no, not worth it. “I read a statistic about crime in New York.” 

Now you have Peter’s interest. He cocks his head, the suit hanging from his waist. Not getting distracted by his naked torso never becomes less of a trial for you. 

“Something you think I should know?” 

“Mhm. Did you know most crime here happens between noon and seven pm?” 

“Oh.” He rolls his eyes, putting his arms in their sleeves. “I know where this is going.” 

“It just seems,” you say thoughtfully, “like maybe you could stay here with me tonight. Since, you know, most of the crime is already over.” 

“I have class until six-thirty, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?” 

“Stay home.” You take a bite of your tamale, but it’s hotter than you expected. You chew with unladylike open-mouthed bites, trying to breathe out the steam. “Obviously.” 

Peter grins at your misfortune. You glare, and he makes a face so dopily in love you almost can’t stand it. 

“I have to go,” he says. “Whatever the statistics say, there are still crimes happening, and if I’ve got their schedule figured out those guys will be coming back to try and rob the gyro place again.” 

You swallow your food, frowning. “Damian’s place?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh, fuck those guys. Go get ‘em.” 

“I knew you’d get it.” Peter pulls on his mask, backing up towards the window. It’s been opened so frequently it doesn’t even squeak. You shiver at the cold wind it lets in. “Back later.” 

“Be safe,” you say automatically, pulling out your laptop and tapping random keys until it turns on. “Don’t go after guys with guns.” 

“I won’t.” 

You think Peter’s lying, but it’s the sort of white lie you’re okay with being told. You try not to think too hard when he goes out on his patrols; the worry would drive you insane if you did. You can never really fall asleep until you feel that wind come in through the window again, though, his body slipping into bed beside yours. 

You’re just navigating to YouTube when there’s a schwick, and your laptop shuts. You stare at the splatter of webbing on the back side of your screen in silent indignance for a moment before tracing it back to the source. 

“Peter.” Your boyfriend is dangling from the window of your eight-floor apartment by his fingertips. By only one set of fingertips. You know all about his abilities, and still the sight makes your heart shoot up into your throat. “What are you doing?” 

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” 

“What?” 

He attaches his webbing to the windowsill, using that hand to pull off his mask. “Uh, a goodbye kiss?” 

You roll your eyes, but it’s hard not to look smitten when the thing your boyfriend is sternest about is romance. You get up and follow the line of his web to the window. 

“You’re going to clean this stuff off my laptop when you get back,” you say, tone softening with fondness as he looks up at you. 

“It’ll dissolve,” he replies. “C’mere.” 

You bend, and Peter meets you halfway, muscled arms shifting underneath the tight material of his suit as he pulls himself upward. His lips are warm. The ends of his hair shift in the wind, tickling your forehead. You have to stop yourself from leaning all the way out the window to follow him when he pulls away. 

“Mm.” He licks his lips. “Save me some of those tamales, please.” 

“Do not tell me that I taste like bean and masa,” you plead. 

Peter grins. “No, I’m just teasing. You taste like you. Which is to say…” He pulls upward again, finding you just where he left you. “...very good.” 

Your lips curve against his, staying even after the kiss. “Flirt.” 

“Maybe.” He lets himself drop down below you, knuckles to his chin. It’s odd seeing him like this, so at ease with the city whizzing about nearly a hundred feet below him. 

You bite your lip, and his eyes drop to the motion. 

“Okay,” he says. “One more.” 

You grin. “Now you’re just showing off.” 

Peter makes a noncommittal humming sound, but you know he’s well aware of the impressive flex of his biceps and forearms as he lifts himself upward for one last kiss. You make it a good one, soft and lingering. 

“Is it working?” 

“Maybe,” you repeat his answer to your flirting accusation. But when you look at him again, your voice drops into a more genuine register. “Hey. Be safe tonight, seriously.”  

Peter’s eyes go soft. “I will. I’ll see you later, pretty girl.” He winks before pulling the mask on. “Keep the bed warm for me.” 

“If you’re not back by midnight, I’m putting an ice cube on your pillow.” 

His laughter echoes in the room after he’s gone. 

[annabethsbbg]

lessons.

pairing: percy jackson x inexperienced!reader

tw: smut, oral (m and f receiving), aged up characters, mdni

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you and lots of other campers were sat around the fire while younger campers were asleep. one of the apollo campers suggested that you all play truth or dare, to which you all agreed.

so far clarrise that said that she liked silena, who blushed and giggled drunkenly, a dyonisus camper had ran around camp in his boxers, and leo ate a sardine.

drew spoke up, “y/n, truth or dare?”

you hesitated, knowing either way it’ll be something terrible. “truth.” you decided.

“what’s the farthest you’ve gone sexually?”

jesus christ, drew.

“uh-“ you stuttered, looking around nervously. “making out.”

clarrise’s eyes widened in surprise, as did some of the other campers.

the game continued after that, and soon enough one by one everyone headed to bed, leaving just you and percy sitting across from each other.

you tilted your head when you realized he was staring at you. “what is it?”

percy shrugged, “just surprised. you’ve really only gone as far as making out?” he asked.

you blushed, looking away. “yeah.”

percy mumbled something you couldn’t hear before getting up and moving to sit next to you.

“have you ever.. wanted to? or are you saving yourself for marriage or something like that?” he asked, curious.

you were absolutely gorgeous, and he found it hard to believe you didn’t have hundreds of guys on their knees for you.

you shrugged, “i’ve just never done it. i’m not saving myself or anything though.”

percy hummed, “so you do want to?”

you blushed again, clearly flustered by his questions. “i mean- yeah, i guess.” you replied, playing with the bracelet you were wearing.

percy looked at you for a moment before speaking again, “so you’ve never given a guy a blowjob before?”

you choked on your drink, looking at him with wide eyes. “i- no.”

percy chuckled softly at your reaction, resting his hand on your leg. “i can teach you, if you want.”

you looked at him shocked, your face red. “what?”

he shrugged, “i just mean- if you want like.. a lesson, or something, i could teach you.”

and maybe it was the adrenaline, or the heat from the fire, or something else. but fuck it, you agreed.

which leads you to where you are now, pinned against the wall of percy’s cabin as he kissed down your neck.

you moaned softly when he sucked on your sweet spot, and you could feel him smirking.

“you still want those lessons, princess?” he asks, kissing your collarbone softly. you nod

he makes eye contact with you, his sea green eyes staring into your own. “i need to hear you say it.”

and fuck, that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was

“yes.” you said, slowly lowering yourself onto your knees. percy grinned at your position, running a hand through your hair. you look up at percy, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

percy unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down before doing the same with his boxers.

your eyes widened at his size, looking up at him again. “how am i supposed to fit that in my mouth?”

percy chuckles at that. “thats why im here to teach you. go ahead and spit in my hand.” he says, holding his hand out.

hesitantly, you spit in his hand, and he groans when he starts stroking himself, using your spit as a sort of lube.

“go ahead and suck on it, princess.” he tells you.

you nod, unsure of what to do. you decide on hesitantly licking a stripe up his cock, making him hiss in pleasure.

you look up into his eyes as you slowly start to suck on the head of his dick, only to try to see how much you could take.

you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat, and he moans, gripping your hair. “good girl. now start bobbing your head.”

you follow his instructions, bobbing your head up and down his cock, occasionally gagging on it. saliva slowly dripped down your chin as you kept going, and you felt your eyes water.

percy’s hand on your hair started to guide your movements, bringing you all the way down to his base before letting you pull back for air.

you coughed a bit, tears falling down your face. but you went back to what you were doing before, your movements speeding up.

percy moaned your name, the sound going straight to your core.

you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking harshly. percy whimpered, starting to thrust into your mouth, chasing his release.

you moaned around him, sending him over edge. and soon enough you felt his release fill your mouth.

you swallowed his release before he pulled you to your feet, your knees a little wobbly.

percy kept you up by holding your waist, “your perfect.”

you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

percy grinned, “lay on the bed, i wanna return the favor, princess.”

you blushed, but listened none the less, laying on the bed.

percy kneeled at the edge of the bed, pulling you by your legs so your core was in front of his face.

he looked up at you, “you’re sure this is alright, princess?”

you nodded, “yes, this is ok.”

percy smiled, pushing your skirt up, biting his lip when he saw the pink lacey panties you were wearing.

you flushed red, and he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs before slowly pulling your underwear down your legs, tossing them onto the floor.

he cursed under his breath at the sight of your cunt, soaking wet.

“shit, this all for me?” he asked, running a finger through your folds.

you whimpered, nodding. he smirked in response before licking a stripe up your folds, moaning at the taste.

you gasped, moaning softly as you gripped his hair, tugging him closer. percy happily obliged, eating you out as if you were his last meal.

the way his tongue swirled around your clit had you seeing stars, your orgasm quickly approaching.

“percy, fuck! ‘m so close, please don’t stop!” you whined.

it’s not like he could stop anyways, with the way your thighs squeezed his head. he didn’t mind though, continuing to eat you out.

your body shook as you came, percy lapping up your release as to not waste a single drop.

he slowly pulled away after helping you through your climax, and he kissed you softly. you smiled as he pulled away.

“your a fucking goddess.” he whispered, his eyes locked on your flushed, post-orgasm expression.

you giggled, pulling him to lay with you so you could rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat helping you fall asleep.

[chosove]

*le gasp*

Replying to the Valentines event (Happy Valentine's by the way lovely)

You caught my eye with the pet play sooo hear me out...SatoSugu x reader!puppy play? Them being impatient and loving to tug reader around a bit via leash? I think yes. This will haunt my 3am doom scroll ovulation thoughts now

Thank you for reading <3

Omg first of all happy v day angel did u get my telepathic creampie🥰 SECOND THIS FUCKSSSSS good lord satosugu being mean AND petplay…im bout to busssttttt

18+ mdni | cw. petplay!!! leashes, threesome…idk kinda, spitting, really mean but CONSENSUAL!, degradation

You feel your eyes well with tears as you look up at the men before you, tall lean bodies on display while their faces sneered at your desperation.

“What’s wrong puppy? Thought you’d like this since you’ve been acting like such a bitch” Satoru’s voice filled your ears as he harshly tugged your leash toward him, your face falling to his feet at the strength he pulled with. His laugh sounds out when you nuzzle your face against his naked thighs, tears lining your cheeks before Suguru pulls you by the hair, neck arching in an unnatural way as you look up at him from your knees.

“S-sugu…” you whine, turning to him with big doe eyes. He’d always been the merciful one of the pair, cooing praises in your ears as aftercare no matter how bratty you’d been. “ngh…h-hurts Sugu, please?”

You light up with hope as he maintains eye contact with you, the grip he has in your hair never wavering. It isn’t until you feel the glob of spit he throws at you hit your lips haphazardly that you realize you might’ve pushed it too far this time.

In all honesty, you thought it’d just get their attention- giggling at Nanami’s jokes extra hard and making sure to shove his shoulder playfully to make them jealous. They’d been so caught up in all the extra work they had lately, you felt forgotten. That plus the fact you were ovulating made you extra needy. And if they still didn’t care…I mean, Nanami was good looking.

Suguru clicked his tongue at your appearance, kicking your thighs apart with his foot before facing you again. “Why so sweet now puppy, didn’t you know that bad girl have to be trained?”

You whined at his words, a sharp gasp pulled from your lips when he pressed his foot into your dripping heat, a deep groan sounding out at just how wet you are. “Fucking whore, see that ‘toru? Seems our girls more dirty than we thought.”

You nodded desperately while trying to grind against Suguru’s foot, so caught up in his ministrations you didn’t realize the drool seeping from your lips.

“She’s fuckin’ drooling Sugu, she loves this shit.” Satoru gaped at just how much you enjoyed their rough actions, the sight of your teary eyes looking up at him while trying to get off making him unconsciously grip your leash tighter. You whine as he pulls you towards him, jerking his cock a few times before slapping it across your face.

“Hope ya don’t mind Sugu, wanna see her try n’ beg while I’ve got my cock in her mouth”

If it weren’t for the harsh intrusion of Suguru thrusting into your cunt, you would’ve excitedly lapped at Satoru’s tip on your own- that is until he began fucking your throat at a pace equal to Suguru.

You weren’t sure if they actually thought this would be a punishment for you, but at least you knew just what to do next time you felt ignored.

[cheeseatlantic]

Stay and Study

!olderbfsimon x collegestudentfemreader

You’re in front of the mirror, checking your makeup for the third time, when Simon speaks up from his desk.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The question isn’t particularly harsh, just that usual deep, even tone of his that always makes you pause. But this time, you don’t. You just smooth your dress down and turn to face him.

“Out.”

Simon leans back in his chair, setting his pen down. He looks good like this—gray sweatpants, black t-shirt stretched over his broad chest, forearms bare, veins visible. His expression is unreadable, though there’s something in the way his fingers tap against the desk that makes your stomach twist.

“Yeah?” He tilts his head. “Got your coursework done, then?”

You blink, immediately shifting on your feet. “I will,” you say, and it’s not even convincing to your own ears.

Simon’s eyebrows lift just slightly, like he’s waiting for you to realize how weak of an excuse that is.

You groan, rolling your eyes. “I’ll do it later, Si. It’s one night—”

“One night turns into two, and suddenly you’re scrambling to finish a paper the night before it’s due.” His voice is steady, patient, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s already decided how this will play out.

Your jaw tightens, and you cross your arms. “So what? I’ve been working all week, and I want to have fun.”

“You’ve got time to have fun when you’re not behind on work,” he says simply.

That’s the thing about Simon—he’s not the type to yell or argue. He just states things, firm and rational, like there’s no point in even trying to disagree. And it’s fucking annoying.

You scoff, turning away from him, reaching for your purse. “God, you sound like a dad—”

Before you can finish, there’s a heavy sigh, the creak of his chair, and then—Simon is behind you.

His body presses against your back, radiating warmth, large hands resting on your waist. His lips graze your ear as he murmurs, “Don’t start with me, dollie.”

You swallow hard, but the fight in you hasn’t burned out yet. “You can’t just tell me what to do.”

He hums, his grip tightening slightly. “Never said I could. But you and I both know you need someone to keep you in line.”

You turn in his hold, glaring up at him. “In line? Simon, it’s a fucking party, not a crime.”

“It is if you’re neglectin’ responsibilities,” he counters, tilting his head down to meet your eyes. “Smart girl like you—should know better.”

Your face burns, a mix of frustration and something else you don’t want to admit. It’s the way he says it, like he knows you better than you know yourself.

And fuck, maybe he does.

Still, you huff, arms crossing tighter. “You’re so fucking—”

He cuts you off by gripping your chin, thumb pressing into your jaw just enough to make your lips part.

“Careful,” he warns. “You’re already on thin ice.”

Your breath catches, and for a second, the room is too quiet, tension thick enough to drown in. He’s looking at you like he’s waiting—for what, you don’t know. For you to keep pushing? To back down.

You stare back defiantly.

Simon sighs through his nose. “Right,” he mutters, before lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

“Simon—!”

He’s already carrying you across the room, not even breaking a sweat. He sits back in his desk chair, settling you on his lap like it’s nothing. His arms cage around you, one strong arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand reaches for your laptop.

“You’re gonna sit here,” he says, placing the laptop in front of you. “You’re gonna finish that coursework. And I’m gonna make sure you do.”

You squirm, pouting, but his grip is firm. “This is ridiculous—”

“What’s ridiculous is you throwin’ a fit over doin’ what you’re supposed to,” he counters, resting his chin against your shoulder. “So go on, princess—get to work.”

You let out a frustrated breath, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

His hand slides up your thigh, thumb brushing against the inside, and your body tenses.

You shift. “Simon.”

He hums, nonchalant. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You glare at him over your shoulder. “You’re distracting me.”

A smirk tugs at his lips. “Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” you snap, trying to ignore the way his hand is still moving, slow and lazy, fingertips tracing soft patterns into your skin.

“Guess you better focus, then,” he murmurs.

You clench your jaw. You hate how smug he sounds. You hate that he’s right.

But more than anything? You hate that it’s working.

Because Simon knows exactly what he’s doing. Knows that keeping you here, this close, while acting like he’s totally unbothered will make you cave faster than anything else.

You exhale sharply, forcing your attention back to the screen. Fine. Fine. You’ll do the stupid work.

For a while, you manage. You actually get through half a page without much issue—except for the fact that Simon still hasn’t moved his hand. He’s not doing anything, just resting it there, fingertips occasionally twitching, teasing.

It’s infuriating.

“You’re an asshole,” you mutter.

Simon chuckles against your shoulder, pressing a slow kiss there. “Maybe.”

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he makes it worse—soft lips tracing your skin, warm breath fanning over your neck, his thumb rubbing small circles into your thigh.

“Better finish fast,” he murmurs. “’Cause the second you do, I’m gonna have my fun.”

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard.

He smirks, sensing your hesitation. “What’s wrong, love? Thought you wanted to go out?”

You swallow, trying not to shudder under his touch. “Simon.”

“Mm?” He nips at your ear, voice deep and syrupy.

You inhale sharply. “You’re the worst.”

“And you love me for it.”

You hate that he’s right. Again.

But for once, you don’t argue. You just lower your head, trying to refocus, trying desperately to finish this damn assignment before you completely lose your mind.

It takes longer than it should, because he keeps up his game the entire time, letting his hands wander just enough to make you flustered but not enough to actually let you give in.

It’s pure torture.

But the second you type out the final word, shutting the laptop with a triumphant click, Simon hums approvingly, fingers finally pressing down into your skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low, dark, promising.

Your breath stutters.

And then?

Well.

Simon makes damn sure you don’t regret staying in.

[sleeplessdove]

— bubble pop electric !

♡ perv!dealer! e. williams x fem! reader

synopsis: you’re at the drive in with your new dealer, what could go wrong?

a/n: just a writing warm up im sorry

warnings: not proofread we die like laura palmer, dealer ellie, weed usage, heavy intoxication kink, perv behavior, stalking somewhat, public sex, degrading, praising, pet names, toxic ellie my beloved, dubious consent, fingering (r! receiving), loser ass ellie, sorta scent kink i guess, manipulation, sex while intoxicated, mentions of further sex lol maybe a pt 2 is coming, probably lots more so proceed with caution !!!

wc: 5k

The sound of your ringtone echoed through your bedroom, making you perk up from where you were seated on your bed. 

She’s right on time, 7:30 on the dot ! 

You hadn’t been expecting her to show up when she had said she would, as your friends that bought their weed supply from Ellie often complained that she showed up whenever she wanted. Then again, she also swore she didn’t do drop offs for anyone and yet she had immediately offered to stop by your place to deliver everything you had asked for. 

She had joked with you over text that it was only because you were a first time customer, she had to make a good impression after all. 

Either way, you weren’t one to question good things so you quickly scrambled out of your bed before texting her that you would be out in a second. 

You tucked your cash into your waistband with shaking fingers, your nerves tingling as you made your way towards the front door with long strides. 

Fuck, why were you so nervous? It’s not like you were doing anything inherently wrong— you just wanted to relax and stop bumming off your other friends' joints by ensuring you had your own stuff to smoke. 

Maybe it was Ellie’s reputation, as you had barely interacted with her besides the small nod she’d give you when she spotted you at parties of mutual friends. She kept to herself for the most part, but that didn’t stop you from hearing about how she was fucking half the girls at the college you both attended. 

And from what you heard, she was good at what she did with those other women. It wasn’t at all hard to believe, as she had a certain way about her that drew you in and you were sure many others felt the same. When she texted you back, even just asking you to specify what exactly you wanted to buy from her, you found yourself smiling at your phone. 

It was the little nicknames, the way she seemed genuinely interested in giving you the best experience possible as a first time buyer. But you had to reason with yourself, reminding yourself that she was just trying to make a sale so of course she was going to be a little sweet on you. 

Even with a rational mind, you couldn’t help but take in a shaky breath as you stepped out into the cool air of the night, spotting Ellie’s car not too far away. You gave a small nervous wave as you walked towards your car before you silently cursed yourself for the embarrassing gesture. 

Despite it, you opened the passenger door of her car and got in, just as she had told you to do over text. Immediately, you picked up on the scent of weed— good weed clinging to the air along with the warm scent of whatever expensive cologne she was wearing. The smell seemed to calm your nerves enough that you were able to give a soft smile. 

“Hey, thanks for coming by. I fucked up my tires last week and you know how expensive that is so I’ve just been—“ you begin to ramble due to how anxious you feel, but when your eyes flicker towards her amused expression you quickly cut yourself off. 

“Sorry” you say with a small laugh, placing your hands on your lap and smoothing out the material of your skirt to soothe yourself. Ellie is quick to shake her head, offering you a smile that makes the corner of her eyes crinkle ever so slightly . 

“What’re you apologizing for, sweet girl?” she questions, all too relaxed. The pet name alone had you feeling dizzy with unexpected emotions. You only give a slight shrug of your shoulders, attempting to appear just as relaxed as Ellie does. “Uhm– I just, I mean you don’t care about that stuff” you mutter with a sheepish smile, fumbling with your skirt for a moment before you pull out the cash you had been saving for this very occasion. 

You hold it out to her as if it were some sort of peace offering, but Ellie lightly shakes her head and pushes your hand away gently, rejecting the money you had saved up for weeks. “You think I don’t care?” she questions, blatantly ignoring the fact that she was  supposed to be your dealer and nothing more. The odd question makes you falter for a moment, unsure of how you’re meant to respond. 

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just don’t think you wanna hear me rambling on” you mutter, your voice far softer than intended. Although it seems as if you picked the correct answer, as Ellie’s grin only seems to widen. “It’s important for me to care about my customers, isn’t it?” she jokes, pleased with herself as she watches you relax in the slightest bit from her playful tone. “I guess so” you say with a breathy laugh, feeling the tension in your body slowly melting away. 

“Is this not enough or…?” you begin, looking down at the money that was still held loosely in your hand, as if you were expecting her to tell you that her prices had suddenly gone up. “First time customer means you get it for free” she says smoothly, reaching into the backseat to grab the baggy she had made just for you. An assortment of homemade edibles and prerolls filled the baby pink baggie she had placed them in, although you had only requested prerolls. 

Your eyes were wide as you looked between her and the goods she had prepared just for you, as if you were a deer with headlights staring back at you. From what you had heard, Ellie didn’t fuck around when it came to her money. She wanted on time payments or even payments in advance, she was a business woman after all. It was hard for you to fathom such a concept, as you were unused to such kindness, especially from someone with her reputation. 

But despite your lack of knowledge of her, Ellie knew all about you. She had spent months slowly befriending your friends just so you would feel comfortable enough to buy from her. Not that she liked selling to any of your friends, but she would do anything to get closer to you. There was no rhyme or reason for her infatuation, and she chose not to question the way she felt about you. 

“I couldn’t– I mean, I can’t” you begin, shaking your head but Ellie is quick to cut you off. “I just want you to test it out, don’t worry about it” she says in a voice that leaves no room for argument. You wanted to object, but you knew there was no point at all. So you simply tuck the cash back in your waistband, offering her a bright smile. 

“You’re not like people say you are” you say without even thinking, inwardly cringing at your choice of words the second you register what you had said to her. She doesn’t seem offended, although she raised a curious brow. “What do people say I’m like?” she questions, not at all seeming offended. 

Ellie knew she had a rather harsh personality with others, but she hadn’t expected that information to reach you. It was as if her plot was falling apart right before her eyes, and yet she had to keep up her laid back facade. “Mm, I don’t know. You’re just– different than what they say” you respond, not really wanting to explain to her that everyone called her a bitch and those who didn’t only spoke highly of her because they had slept with her. 

She doesn’t press the issue, nodding a bit and thanking god that you weren’t threatened by her presence like you used to be. Before you even get the chance to pluck the baggie from her hands, she speaks up once more. 

“You got someone to smoke this with? S’ pretty strong… and if you need someone to make sure you don’t go overboard or anything–” she begins, and you could swear for a moment her voice cracks from nerves. She is so concerned with your wellbeing and for whatever reason it made you blush, your face growing warmer with each passing second. “My place is kind of a mess right now” you tell her in a somewhat disappointed voice, as some part of you ached to be alone with her for a while longer, even if it was just because she didn’t want you to end up greening out. 

“Well we could go to that shitty drive-in downtown, just so you don’t have to be alone” she offers, her fingers lightly tapping against her thigh in a rhythmic manner. “But no pressure, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me but I don’t mean it like that” she lies through her teeth, knowing damn well she had spent the last few weeks fucking herself with her eyes squeezed shut, the image of you held tightly in her mind. 

But you didn’t know that, so who cares? 

You nod quickly, trying to pretend you weren’t discouraged by her comment, as some part of you wanted her to take you to the drive-in with the intention of getting in your pants. “I know, I know. But yeah, why not? I heard they’re playing the original Romeo and Juliet tonight” you say, buckling your seatbelt as she starts up the engine. Ellie couldn’t care less about what they’re playing tonight, all she cares about is getting you alone. 

Ellie had placed the baggie of goods onto your lap before she began driving, to ensure that you didn’t think she was trying to withhold it from you. You kept it grasped tightly in your hands, as if it were a lifeline as your mind raced at a mile a minute. Her music played faintly, some old rap you recognized but made no comment on since the silence between the two of you was comfortable enough. 

All the while, Ellie was trying to collect her own thoughts, as she couldn’t afford to fuck this up after she had worked so hard just to get here. But based on how you were humming along to the music ever so softly, she could tell you weren’t as apprehensive about her as you once were and that helped put her mind to rest. 

Ellie refuses to let you pay even when she has to get the tickets for the movie and you try not to make a fuss about it, doing your best to accept her acts of kindness. By the time the two of you reached the drive-in, the movie was already halfway through but fortunately there was barely anyone else there so Ellie quickly found a spot to park. As she shifted the parking gear into place, she let out a relaxed sigh and glances over to you. 

She takes a moment to simply analyze your delicate features, the way your lips part in awe as the tragic film plays out before you, your attention already on the screen despite only being there for a few moments. With a light nudge, she managed to get your attention back on her so that she could speak to you directly. 

“We should get in the backseat, just so no one sees us smoking n’ it’s more comfortable, so you can enjoy your movie” she states as if it were basic knowledge, and before you can even think her words over, your body begins to move on its own as you step out of the car only to open the back door and slide in there instead. You can’t help but think of how thoughtful she is, how kind she is. This was enough for you to reason that she had no other intentions other than ensuring your safety, although your heart continued to pound in your chest as she settled in the backseat with you. 

She already had a lighter ready, gripped tightly in one hand before she extended her free hand to you, silently prompting you to give her one of the prerolls she had made just for you. You open up the baggie, marveling at the soft baby pink color of the rolling paper she had used for your order. 

As you give it to her, your hands brush against each other and you can feel just how warm she is, a stark contrast to your cool skin. You have to make an effort to not shiver at the contact, the simple act making your mind grow a bit fuzzy.. It was either that or the fact that the scent of weed was already thick in the air the second she lit it for you, along with a hint of something else that took you a moment to put your finger on. 

“Is that lavender?” you question, your head tilting with curiosity as you watch Ellie take a small puff of the joint to make sure it would burn properly before she held it out for you to take. “Smells good, hm? Makes it a little easier to smoke when you roll with lavender, smoother to smoke, at least I think so” she mutters with a slight shrug, trying to ignore the way just watching you take a shaky inhale makes her need for you grow stronger. 

She knew you had smoked before, but not enough to really be a regular at it. This was shown in the way you let out a weak cough, your cheeks growing rosy in the slightest bit. Often, Ellie would dread smoking with inexperienced people but with you, she was in heaven. “S’ good, really good” you huff between your coughs and your voice was truthful despite it all. Lavender was one of the most soothing scents to you, and it helped you relax before taking a few more hits. 

You think for a moment that as good as the smoke is, you’re not really feeling a high that was different from anything else you were used to. That was until you tried to hand Ellie the joint, and you realized your hand was trembling to the point where she had to wrap a firm hand around your wrist so that she could steady you enough to take it from you. 

You have to bury the burning sensation of embarrassment, as you hadn’t taken her warning seriously when she had told you just how strong her stuff was. But the feel of her strong hand wrapping around your wrist only seems to add to the dizzy feeling blossoming within your mind, a pleased sigh falling from your lips as her touch grounds you as much as it possibly can, considering you’re already out of it. 

“Poor baby” she coos in an all too sweet tone that only muddles your mind further. She takes a few hits with ease, her lungs being adjusted to the aching burn that would spread throughout her lungs. You can only watch her with hazy eyes, the realization that you’re alone with someone you had kept in the back of your mind for months suddenly making you feel overwhelmed. Your eyes flicker back towards the movie that continues to play, the smoke bleeding through the windows since Ellie had opened them just enough to make sure she didn’t completely hot box her car. 

Ellie can sense your anxiousness and it makes her heart ache in the most pathetic way. You were completely gone, but Ellie needed you to be a little more pliant if she wanted to be able to get what she wanted. So she brought the joint to your lips, her own hand steady and calm. 

“Just a few more hits for me, sweet girl. You can do it, can’t you?” she asks in a warm tone, easing you into the idea of following her every command. Some part of her is worried she is asking for too much too fast, but you eagerly wrap your lips around the filter of the joint without the slightest bit of hesitation. 

Even with your scrambled mind, you knew that you wanted to please Ellie. You needed to make her proud of you, although you’re unsure why this is such a necessity. But in the midst of your high, you don’t think to question it at all. To you, she is simply being kind and considerate, such a far cry from the other people you knew. 

The fresh hits burn even more, and Ellie is quick to soothe your coughing fit by gently rubbing circles on your back. The smallest touch had goosebumps rising on your skin and you desperately craved more contact, yet you were too fearful to ask for it. So you remain as still as a statue, praying that this isn’t some weed induced hallucination. 

Your muscles begin to relax and Ellie begrudgingly pulls her hand away, not wanting to overwhelm you further. But the moment her warmth is gone, you let out a pitiful whine. It’s breathy and sounds borderline pornographic, as if she had just pulled her fucking strap out of you or something. 

It was a simple touch, and yet it was all that mattered to you in that moment. For the first time ever, Ellie is unsure of what move to make next. She has to play her cards right, lest she scare you off. So she simply watches the way you sway in your seat, your eyes red and half lidded as you look at her with a heartbroken expression due to her no longer touching you. 

“Look at you, so dumb n’ sweet” she coos, her voice making a mockery of the affection she felt towards you. The tone she uses with you is so gentle that you don’t even recognize the degrading words, simply shivering with pleasure as she blows smoke straight into your face before stubbing out the small bit of the joint that is left into an ashtray she had in the car for her cigarette habit. 

Some part of your brain knows that you are too out of it, the world around you spinning far too fast for your liking. And yet, there is nowhere in the world you’d rather be. “You think m’ sweet?” you question, a soft laugh tumbling from your lips. 

Ellie can’t believe that you had chosen to focus on that part of her sentence when she had just called you dumb without any remorse. God, you were everything she wanted and more. 

She nods her head slightly, the weed making her heart beat faster than usual as she slowly inched closer to you in the backseat. The sound of the movie acted as background noise, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt Ellie’s breath fanning against your neck in the slightest. 

Her breathing pattern had changed, short inhales with longer exhales as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that you had willingly smoked over the limit you were comfortable with just to please her. “Course’ I do. Sweetest little thing I’ve ever met in this god forsaken town” she mutters, pressing a feather light kiss to your neck. 

It was enough to make you shiver, a lazy grin on your lips because in your confused mind, you were the luckiest person in the world. Free weed and the hottest girl at your college was worshipping you as if you were something holy was not how you expected your usual Friday night to play out, yet here you were. 

Ellie was choosing to take her time with you, her senses heightened enough that she can pick up on every bit of your perfume. The intoxicating scent of lavender, jasmine, and vanilla swirled in her mind and left her desperate to be as close to you as possible. 

Her strong hand grips your waist, pulling you closer to her own body until you can feel her rapid heartbeat fluttering beneath her skin due to your bodies being flush tight against one another. “Just relax, baby. No need to think when m’ here, alright? Let all those thoughts fade away n’ focus on being here with me” she whispers, her other hand sliding down your body until she can ease it between your thighs. 

She thanks whatever higher power there is that you aren’t wearing any shorts under your little skirt, her fingers coming into contact with your panties that were embarrassingly wet. Ellie uses two fingers to trace the damp patch on the cotton material, soft curses falling from her rosy lips as she watched your brows knit with a mix of confusion and pleasure. 

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you? I knew you’d be so well behaved” she hums, her voice shaky and breathless as she eases her fingers upwards until she can feel your puffy clit through your panties. 

With slow, almost reverent motions, she rubs your aching bud through the soft material. The sensation enveloped your entire body, leaving you to moan weakly as she pushes your thighs apart a bit further just to see how willing you are. 

She is pleased to find that you let her manhandle you into the position she wants without question, your hazy mind far more focused on what your cunt wants. As much as she loves watching your expression of ecstasy, she needs to taste you on her tongue, to memorize every last inch of your mouth so that no one knows you as well as she does. 

As her fingers continue to move against your panties, she captures your lips in a kiss that reflects the need she has been harboring for months. It’s not rough, slower than her usual method of kissing. It is as if she is praising your body through the way she touches you, her tongue as smooth as velvet as it dances along your own. 

With you so lost in the kiss, she uses the opportunity to push the thin material of your panties to the side so she can properly rub your aching clit. It’s filthy how wer you are, her fingers sticky with your arousal after a few seconds of her intimate touch. As much as you are relieved by the contact, it also feels like it is consuming you completely. 

You can’t help but whine against her lips, your shaky hand weakly grasping her wrist in an attempt to pull her hand away from your dripping cunt. But Ellie refuses to yield, unbothered by your pleas for her to slow down. 

“I’m going easy on you, silly girl. It must be all that weed getting in your head, making you imagine things” she muses. She was practically blaming you for how worked up you were, as if she wasn’t the one rubbing your clit at a maddeningly slow pace. 

The sick part was that you truly believed her, you genuinely thought that someone like Ellie knew more than you did. You were the one who had smoked so much and you wanted her touch, so what right did you have to complain about it? 

“More” you plead breathlessly, tears welling in your reddened eyes and quickly spilling down your soft cheeks. It was as if you had no control over your body, and it was running based on pure primal instinct. 

The sight of your tears only turns Ellie on more, her own cunt aching for stimulation. But all she cares about is getting you off, so she shushes you ever so gently before easing one of her fingers into your pussy. 

Your body tenses from the intrusion, hiccups leaving your parted lips as she sinks her finger into your gooey, pliant cunt. Your walls are slick with arousal and Ellie wishes with every fiber of her being that she could sink her strap into you and give you what you really wanted but her fingers would have to do for now. 

“Thaaaat’s it. Look at this pretty little cunt, taking me so well” she praises, kissing the corner of your lips before easing a few kisses down your jaw. Her dirty words seem so romantic when you’re in such a fuzzy state of mind and you are just so pleased that she is giving you so much attention. 

Your hands are restless, tugging at Ellie’s shirt— although you’re unsure if you’re trying to pull her closer or push her away. “Can’t do it, can’t!” you cry, only for her to add a second finger into your slick hole. She pumps her fingers at a slow pace, not feeling the need to be rough because she knows the feeling is intense enough as is. 

You are left to squeeze your thighs together, the pleasure bordering on pain due to how quickly everything is happening. “But you’re doing so well, angel. You wanted more, didn’t you? Did you lie to me, hm?” she questions, questioning you as if she wasn’t the perv who was fucking some sweet girl in the back of her car. 

The question makes you shake your head feverishly, not wanting her to think lowly of you. “No, I promise. S’ just a lot, never ever— mm fuck, never felt like this before” you whisper, your voice unsteady. Her fingers stretched you open perfectly, her thumb still focusing on tracing small circles over your clit. 

“I know, sweetheart, I know. No one has ever taken care of you properly, huh? Those stupid girls you sleep with don’t know how to please a precious thing like you” she says in a syrupy sweet tone that only serves to dumb you down further. 

You nod your head, unsure what you’re even saying anymore. You couldn’t care less, not when she’s curling her fingers inside you just enough to hit the perfect spot. Her fingers thrust against the spongy spot, her own cunt clenching around nothing as she watches you rut against her hand. 

“Gonna cum, gonna— mmf” you try to warn her, as you were not used to finishing so quickly. But your warning doesn’t cause her to slow down in the slightest, she simply keeps her pace as she licks a long stripe up your neck before connecting your lips to hers once more. 

She swallows every single one of your cries as your cream gathers at the base of her fingers, a lewd white ring of your essence marking her as yours. Ellie can feel her ego grow three sizes as she feels your cunt clamp down on her fingers like a silken vice, evidence of your release all over her hand. 

Ellie helps you ride out your orgasm, lazily pumping her fingers deep into your cunt until you pull away from the kiss just to whine that you can’t go any further. Since she had gotten what she wanted, she finally eases her fingers out of you and brings them to her lips instead. 

She keeps her eyes focused on your fucked out expression, watching your chest heave as she sucks her fingers clean. The taste of you leaves her moaning, as it was saccharine and everything she had imagined it to be. 

You are still lost in the haze of your high, your nerve endings seeming to tingle all over as you try to even out your breathing. The effects of the weed haven’t eased up and so you give Ellie a bashful grin, still so shy in her presence despite what had happened. 

The sight of you still behaving so sweetly pleases her in a way she can’t describe, as the purity of your heart seems to only draw her closer. Without missing a beat, she tugs your underwear back in place and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“You wanna make me feel good too, don’t you?” she asks softly, her fingers absentmindedly toying with your hair. It’s not a demand at all, as she simply wants to see what state of mind you’re in. 

Much to her satisfaction, you slowly nod your head after you take a moment to register her words. “Wanna make you feel good” you babble, repeating her words as if you were nothing more than a mindless doll. 

“Atta’ girl” she praises instantly, using gentle movements to help you sit up properly but letting you remain close to her. “How bout’ we go back to my place, just for a bit. We can smoke a bit more once we’re there and then I’ll let you touch me for a bit” she offers, acting casual about it so that you remained in your pliant headspace. 

The offer of being able to go to your house causes you to instinctively nod your head, an eager grin on your lips as you take notice of the windows that were fogged up despite being opened up just a bit. “Pretty please” you beg in a voice that makes Ellie’s heat stutter for a moment or two because she knew she was about to spend the rest of the night either rubbing your slick cunts together or simply letting you eat her out so that you can learn how to properly please her. 

Maybe both if you were awake long enough, although she was sure that after another round the weed would have you out like a light. 

As the credits of the movie begin to roll, she helps you get back into the passenger seat, even buckling your seatbelt for you and giving you one last gentle kiss before she got in the driver's seat. You were still in a daze and thanks to how strong the weed was, Ellie knew she would have you all to herself for the rest of the night. 

[16wolke11]

CRESTFALLEN - Lando Norris

A/N Tuesday is for the tears

Summary: The reader struggles with the emotional rollercoaster of her relationship with Lando, who has been increasingly distant, only returning when it's convenient for him. After a painful confrontation, where the reader tells him she can't continue in a relationship where her needs are unfulfilled, and despite Lando's pleas, she decides to leave, acknowledging that it's time to let go and move on.

Words: 2276

Warnings: Sad Ending __________

When I woke up this morning, I just wanted to go back to sleep, avoiding what would happen today and ignoring all my responsibilities forever. Lando is returning home today, and what usually would be a day of happiness for me is now something I await with dread. Today is the day I am going to end this relationship if you can even call it that.

Every time Lando leaves for a race, appointments at the headquarters, or anything else, I am crossed out of his life. It wasn’t like this when we first started seeing each other, but it turned into this miserable thing over time. Even though I’ve seen improvements, I can no longer do this without hurting myself over and over again.

So when he texts me, ignoring the one I sent him while he was away, I make my way to his apartment. Standing in front of the door, I didn’t even want to knock, when I was usually so ecstatic to meet him again. I take a deep breath before finally lifting my hand, and it doesn’t take long before the door flies open to reveal a grinning Lando.

“Hey love,” he greets me, pulling me into the hallway and lifting my chin to press his lips to mine. As much as I would like to sigh, kiss him back, and just snuggle into his embrace, this is not what I’m here for.

“Stop, Lando,” I mutter against his lips and manage to get out of his grip, leaving him with a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. But he does take a step back, letting me get rid of my coat, and I need to take a deep breath before speaking up.

“We need to talk.”

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Lando pouts, and I can feel some anger rising in my chest.

"This is serious, okay?" I snap and get a weird look in return. This isn’t a great start for a conversation, but since it isn’t going to be a good one, it might be okay.

"I just missed you. Can you at least give me a proper hug?" Lando mumbles, and I sigh. It feels like being guilt-trapped, but for him, it must be strange. Usually, I’m the first one to hug and kiss him when he’s back. Things have just changed without him noticing.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself,” I mutter to myself but do hug him, knowing that it’s probably the last time I’ll be close to him. Almost giving in to his familiar touch, I lean my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. Lando did hear what I tried to only say to myself, and I can hear the confusion in his voice when he speaks up.

“What do you mean?”

I pull back from the hug and take a step back, trying to create some safe distance between us. “Me waiting for you to come back, waiting for this to become a real thing,” I begin, trying to find a starting point for this conversation that would make sense for Lando. He furrows his eyebrows, so I just keep rambling.

“Every time I think it might be different, you pull away again, leaving me behind like a convenient space-filler when you’re back home.” I try to stay strong, not wanting to cry at the beginning of the conversation, and calmly tell Lando my problem, but I know it’s going to be hard. Slowly, Lando’s eyes widen, and there’s concern on his face, like he’s slowly realizing which direction this conversation is going.

“It’s not like that. I don’t think you are…” He stutters, struggling to find his words, and ruffles his hands through his hair, messing it up slightly.

“Fuck, I never wanted to hurt you, you know that. Right?” Lando asks eyes fixated on me, and I lift one of my eyebrows at his question.

“Hurt me?” I ask him, thinking about what happened again and again during the last weeks. How my texts have been abandoned as soon as he left the country, and how he acted like nothing happened as soon as the plane touched down back here again.

“You’ve been doing that for months now,” I inform him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. A defensive move while trying to hold myself together and not fall apart.

“Acting like you care, and then just disappearing, acting like I never even existed.” I tell him what he did, at least from my perspective.

“I don’t know what to believe, what to think about you, and I need to figure out what you even want from me.” This is the reason for this conversation. Being with Lando was once my favourite thing, and now it’s something I fearfully look forward to. I can see that Lando gulps, fingers fiddling with each other. Good, at least he’s as nervous as I am about this topic.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Lando admits, and I would love to believe him, but I just can’t. He desperately speaks up again, and I try to listen to his words.

“I don’t even know how to fix this, I try…” At this point, I already have to stop him.

“You try, really?” I scoff at his words because it felt like many things, but not like he tried to make this relationship work for us.

“It doesn’t feel like it. You come and go out of my life like I’m just a side character in your game of life. But I’m not.” There are many emotions on Lando’s face, trying to bubble up to the top, but I’m not finished. It’s finally time to tell him how I really feel about the whole thing we shouldn’t even call an “us.”

“I’m not here for you to just mess with me when it’s convenient and leave when it’s not.” My voice cracks, and I need to blink a couple of times, trying to get rid of the first tears prickling in my eyes. He uses me when he’s back home, and when he leaves, it’s like he pauses his life here and just continues playing when he’s interested in it again. But the world keeps spinning here, even though he isn’t here.

“That’s not my intention. Please, just listen.” Lando begs, trying to grab my wrist, holding onto me, but I snap my hand back, knowing I will fail to stay strong when his soft touch is on my skin. Lulling me back into the good times, but I need to keep a clear head now.

“I’ve listened to your excuses and promises for long enough. You’re no longer the person I fell for. You keep changing, and I don’t feel like I know you anymore.” I am no longer sounding as strong as I would like to, my voice rather thin, but I need to tell Lando how I felt during the last weeks. In the beginning, he was sweet, and I understood that his life was busy, but time passed, and he is no longer the one I fell in love with. The one who called me late at night just to talk for a bit, or even to keep each other company while watching a movie even though we were miles apart. Now he is the one who puts me away and just pulls me back out when it’s convenient for him.

“I never wanted that to happen,” Lando promises, now pacing up and down the room.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He looks straight at me, and I try to listen to his words, maybe even to an explanation.

“I feel like I don’t even know how to be what you need.” Lando says, hesitating for a moment before continuing his speech. “You deserve someone who gives you everything, and I… I can’t do that.” He admits, and my heart aches. Even though I am angry at him, at the same time it hurts to see him broken. But for my own sanity, this needs to be done.

“Then why are you still here?” I ask him. When he is aware that he isn’t the right person for me, why didn’t he leave? Keeps torturing my feelings even though he tells me he knows better.

“I already gave you all of me, and you tell me it’s not enough? Is that the reason I’m not enough?” The tears flow now, but I don’t care. I could prepare myself for this conversation as much as I wanted, but some things just caught me off guard.

“It’s not about you not being enough. You are everything to me! But I don’t know how to let you be loved the way you deserve by me. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.” Lando tells me, and my heart breaks at the sight of him. His slumped shoulders and the absolutely broken look in his eyes. It does take me only a few seconds to realize the meaning behind his words.

“You’re afraid of love.” I whisper, a realization which does make sense, but makes everything just more painful than it already is.

I take a deep breath before coming to another hard point on my list. “And I can’t keep waiting for you to see me, really see me, without hurting myself.” Trying to keep my head up, I look into Lando’s face, wanting to see his reaction and if he is at least as hurt by this as I am. “How long do you think I was supposed to wait for you to figure this out?” I ask him, my voice trembling, I hate the hurtful feeling in my chest, but I know I need to break it fully now to slowly heal it later. “How long am I supposed to act like it’s okay while you keep breaking my heart?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Lando’s voice breaks, and I need to look twice to realize that he is crying as well. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable, and as cruel as it sounds, it’s almost good for me to see him hurt. That he can experience these feelings and not just brush them off as it felt for me every time he left before.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore,” he tells me, and I believe him.

“I love you, I really do, but I’m terrified of losing you and pushing you away.” I need to close my eyes at his confessions, warmth flooding my broken heart, but I have to let my head take over before my heart falls again for him.

“You already did this. You already pushed me away. And I don’t know if I have the strength to keep doing this. I don’t know if I can keep loving you like this when you pull away every time it gets too real.” I know it’s cruel to give him crumbs like telling him about the love, but I try to be honest. Put all my feelings into this, and this includes the hurtful things as well.

“Please don’t leave me.” Lando pleads, and he takes my hand in a desperate grip.

“I need you, and I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I’m scared. Scared of ruining everything, and I swear I…” He sniffles softly and takes a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I’ve tried too, you know.” I tell him and carefully start to remove his fingers from my hand. Fingers shaking, but I am determined to stay strong. “But it always felt like I was fighting this battle alone. I can’t be the only one trying anymore. I need someone who wants this, wants me.” I explain to him and take a step back, trying to bring back some distance between us.

“I want you, more than anything. I just need time.” Lando tells me, his fingers curling into his hoodie like he needs something to hold on to.

“I don’t have any time left. I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m worth it. Maybe I’m not, at least not for you.” This was something I thought about during Lando’s last trip. Maybe I am worthy of love, but not just of Lando’s.

“I just need to let go of the hope that one day everything will be perfect.” The little cry that comes with these words makes me sound even more miserable, but the truth has to be spoken. I need to let go of the perfect image of an “us” and try to go on with my life.

“Don’t say that.” Lando tells me, attempting again to grab my hand, and I let him, probably for the last time.

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracks, and I would like to hug him, tell him that everything is going to be okay, but that would be a lie.

“You are everything to me, and I will lose everything without you.” Lando pulls me closer, desperate, while we both just cry. He doesn’t stop me when I pull back my hands, his arms slumping down on the side of his body, and I can see the spirit breaking in his eyes when I step back.

“Maybe it’s already too late, Lando,” I whisper and turn around, finally leaving his apartment, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist him if I stayed any longer. This end is a beginning, and outside the building, I am finally able to breathe again for the first time in forever.

[lilgarbitch]

The Voice of an Angel - Two

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

CW: nothing much, stress with tour, sugar daddy!Matt

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a minute to come out and isn’t longer. I don’t want to jump around time too much or add any unnecessary scenes and overwhelm myself. The next part will be more fun, I promise🖤

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @badomensgoodomens @enemiestolovershoe @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland

Part One

Y/N | Sunday 10:32 AM

I wake myself up with a snore, groaning and rolling over. I grimace when I feel droll on my cheek, quickly lifting my head and wiping it away. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and stretch out my legs before I realize something. My eyes shoot open and stare out my window, seeing that the sun was high in the sky. 

“Fuck,” I quickly reach for my phone, repeatedly hitting the button as I try to turn it on. I never put it on the goddamn charger last night. 

I reach over the side of my bed and almost fall over as I swipe at the charger, finally grabbing it and plugging my phone in before stumbling out of bed. Running to the kitchen, I see the time on the stove and huff as I grab a glass, fill it up and chug it, needing to fix the dryness in my mouth before getting ready. 

After rushing through a shower and throwing on whatever semi- matching clothes I could find, I grab my keys, phone, and bag before high-tailing it out of my apartment, almost forgetting shoes. 

I burst through the library’s doors, giving a patron who just happened to be standing nearby an apologetic look for startling them, before speed walking to the back room. Surprisingly, the library was quite empty for a Sunday morning. Not that there was ever a rush, but weekends were usually when people had time to come in to get what they needed, usually needing assistance, and when there’s only one person in, it can get overwhelming. 

I was pinning my name tag to my shirt when I felt a presence behind me, making me hunch as I slowly turned towards them, ready to get an earful for being late to a morning weekend shift, but as my eyes reached Alex’s face, I don’t think I’ve ever let out a bigger sigh of relief.

”Where have you been?” She asked, hands on her hips like scourning mother. I gave her an apologetic pout, trying to gain sympathy. 

“My phone died so my alarms never went off. I’m so sorry. I hope it hasn’t been busy,” I explain. She gives me a deadpan look.

”Stay up late reading again?” She asks with a smirk, already knowing my obsession with fanfiction.

”Surprisingly, no. I’ve just been so exhausted lately from not getting enough sleep that I guess my body recovered by making me sleep almost 12 hours.” I answer, shocked by my own body. 

“Well, thankfully it’s been a slow morning, and I already put away most of the returns, so if you want to do the rest, I can take any customers and you can take it slow today. But you owe me.” I pout and walk over, reaching to give her a hug, that she continuously tries to dodge.

”You’re the best. And don’t worry. I have just the thing to pay you back, but it’s a surprise.”

”Uh huh, sure you do. Well, get your ass out there, because I’ve been on my feet all morning and being able to sit down is all the payment I’ll take right now.” She says as we make our way out of the back room and she heads towards the front desk, sighing as she sits down behind it. 

I hold back a laugh as I make my way to the cart full of books and start scanning the rest of them. I wasn’t going to tell her that the reason the exhaustion took over so bad was because I came so hard last night that I could barely edit and post the audio before completely crashing. 

After scanning and putting away the rest of the books, I checked with Alex to make sure there wasn't anything else I had to do before sitting down at a nearby empty table and pulling out my phone, still needing to check the responses from my other job. 

Without checking my notifications, I scrolled through the comments of everyone, liking a few sweet ones. I had to hide the smile on my face when I saw that ThotxPleaser had actually left one, helping my consistent racing thoughts the past week. I was about to tell myself that I was worrying over nothing when I finally checked my Cashapp. 

I gasped so fast that Alex sent me a wild look after I choked on my own spit. I did my best to wave her off and catch my breath as I read his message. 

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

All I want is to hear your voice more. Talk about your day, how the weather is treating you, or rant about a TV show you’re watching. I’d listen to you forever. All I ask is if you’d be willing to send me voice memos here and there to get me through my days. Name your price, sunshine. 

So I was right. He has been using my audios as some type of escape. And just sent me a thousand fucking dollars to get private ones. And from the sounds of it, he didn’t even want them to be erotic, he just wanted to hear me talk. This couldn’t be that easy, right? My mind was racing as I took this all in. 

I loved the library, and it was a job that truly made me happy, but it wasn’t great pay, especially for a girl who liked to spoil herself from time to time, so I’ve been using my donations for most of my living expenses, most coming from ThotxPleaser. Having this big of a donation, with the promise of more, meant that a weight had just been lifted off my shoulder. 

Ever since it was announced, I’ve been saving up small chunks of the donations to hopefully get a good set of tickets for Alex and I to see Bad Omens. It was one of the things we had bonded over when she started working here, and she has saved my ass so many times that I had been planning on surprising her for a while now. And now, I can actually make it happen. 

Without even responding, I immediately head to the ticket page, praying that there were any left for the date they were playing in our city. Praise the fucking gods above, there were. And there were even meet and greet passes that I added on without care, knowing I was about to make more money that I even knew what to do with. 

I sneakily slip past Alex as I made my way towards the back room again, heading straight for my bag. I pull out my wallet and input all the necessary details before clicking buy. The second that the ‘You’re Going!’ message popped up, I almost squealed as I jumped up and down with excitement. 

I hurriedly put all my things back into my bag before heading back out towards the front desk. Seeing that there were only a few patrons in the library, none near the desk, I might as well use this chance to tell her.

I slip behind her and bend down as she stares at her phone, spooking her as I gave a small “psst.”

“What?!” she asks as she turns to me with an almost angry startled look, making me bite back laughter. 

“Would you like to know your surprise?” I ask in a sing-songy voice. She raises an eyebrow, acting unimpressed already.

“You were serious about that? I thought you were just going to show up with coffee and donuts tomorrow or something.”

“Pfft. I’d never do that…” I trail off, completely lying as I have done exactly that before, which she reminds me with the look on her face, “No, I have something I think you’ll enjoy a little more than coffee and donuts.”

As she stares at me expectantly, still seeming unimpressed, I turn my phone around and show her the screen. It takes a few seconds for the image to process in her brain, but once it does, a silent shock takes over her as she repeatedly glances back and forth between my cocky smile and the proof of purchase in my hands. 

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did. And…” I trail off, bringing my phone back to me to zoom in on the extra special part of said purchase before turning the phone back to her, “I got us meet and greet passes.”

She had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep quiet as she started kicking her feet, spinning the desk chair in the process, making me laugh. We instantly start discussing our plans for making sure we take off work that day and the day after, and obsessing over the boys and how insane it was that we were actually doing this.

Y/N | Sunday 5:03 PM

As I head towards my car, still riding the high of knowing I’m going to meet the boys of my favorite band in less than 3 weeks from now, I remember why all of this was even possible. Sliding into the driver's seat, I pull my phone out of my bag and look over the donation again. 

I mean, I could send him a message, discussing the details, or I could send him a recording, giving him something worth the money he already sent. Pulling up my recording app, I turn on the car and set my phone in my lap, pressing record before pulling out of the parking spot.

“I know you said that you’d listen to me talk about whatever, so I figured the best way to start these off would be talking about how you want this to go. I’ve honestly never done anything like this, so I have no clue if I should charge per minute or something, or just- Oh, fuck you!… Oops sorry. I’m driving home from work and some asshole just cut me off. Anywho, maybe we can discuss this over DM or something. I’ve honestly never talked to a follower privately so I’m not even sure how to do that. Shit, do I just send this to your DMs? I don’t know how any of this shit works.”

I pause, and sigh. I’m definitely making a complete fool of myself already, but men have bought used panties, so I doubt he’s going to care if I send him an audio of me sounding like a complete idiot. 

“I think I’ll just send this to you through DMs and then research a more formal way of doing this later, especially once we discuss more about how you’d like me to make these. Oh fuck, I can literally send these over Patreon. No, I’ll just stick to DMs for now. God, this is gonna take some getting used to. I also have no idea how to charge you for listening to me ramble, so truthfully, I trust you to just send me whatever you feel fits, since you spoil me so nicely already.”

I look down real quick and see I’ve only been talking for a little over a minute, and with $1,000, I feel he deserves a little more yapping, so I continue.

“What else? Uhhh I guess I could talk about my day. Kinda started off shit, to be honest. I crashed so hard last night after posting that audio that I never plugged in my phone, resulting in it dying and none of my alarms going off. Thankfully, my best friend was the one working with me today, so I didn’t get my ass chewed out for being late. And I did use your money to spoil the both of us to a concert as an apology gift. I would tell you who, but you’re a complete stranger and could try showing up to every show, searching for me. So let’s just say they’re a band of really hot guys who make really good music and I’m so fucking excited to see them.”

I turn down the road that leads to my apartment building, so I decide that I should probably wrap this up.

“I do want to mention that I’m extremely thankful for your support. Like, more than you think. Especially with a request like this. I always expected my first request being some freak begging me to say some weird shit or talk in a yoda voice as I play with myself. And you know what? This was actually really nice just talking about my day out loud. I don’t have anyone to do that with, so the fact you’re letting me, and paying me, is honestly a fucking wish I didn’t even know I had, come true. I’m gonna enjoy yapping to you, mysterious Thot Pleaser. Anywho, I gotta go. Message me back when you get the chance and hopefully I didn’t annoy you just yet. Byeee.”

I stop the recording as I turn off the car, instantly hoping my shitty car wasn’t making too much noise in the background of the audio, before grabbing my things and heading up towards my apartment. 

Once inside, I beeline towards my bedroom and flop down on my bed before pulling up Twitter and clicking on ThotxPleaser’s account. I click on the little message icon then send the audio file with ‘- Angel💋’ 

Matt | Monday 7:34 PM 

I’m fucking stressed. Folio lost his ID and Noah spent all day freaking out because we put his mask on the bus with his other shit and no matter how many times we told him it was there, he just kept saying ‘What if it’s not?’ or asking people, mid packing, if they would ride with him to the depot to check, despite us all seeing it there. I’ve been routinely checking over our equipment time and time again, making sure we have everything because last time, Jolly didn’t tell us he messed with it and we didn’t realize until the first show, having to borrow another band’s guitar last second because he just needed to test out his one last time. And I knew he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, but with everyone running around like headless chickens, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the guys moved something, thinking they were helping.

And to top it all off, Angel sent me a fucking recording that I haven’t been able to look at. My stomach absolutely dropped to my ass when I saw the notification and I feel like shit leaving her waiting for a response but the timing couldn’t have been worse. I could easily listen as we finish getting everything together, but I didn’t know how I was going to react to it and I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle the emotions listening to her would bring me. And I knew I couldn’t listen tonight because the second I get off my feet, I’m going to crash, and we’re going to have to leave early in the morning so the last thing I need is to stay up replaying it on repeat. 

But I truly needed nothing more than to hear her right now. I knew her voice could ease most of the stress and overwhelming thoughts. I just couldn’t handle a single distraction at the moment.

Matt | Tuesday 6:47 AM

I draped an arm over my eyes as I felt the bus shake beneath me as I sprawled out on the couch. I managed to get maybe four hours of sleep last night, and I was fucking exhausted, but I couldn’t fall back asleep, even though everyone else passed out within 30 minutes of the bus hitting the road.

We weren’t getting to the first venue until around 3, and I definitely had the time for a small nap, but my nerves felt like they were on fire. The beginning of tour always felt like this, especially with how fast moving it had to be, so I knew the anxiety could calm down within the next week, but right now, my mind wasn’t going to let me feel a single moment of peace. 

As I scrolled on my phone, switching between apps to occupy my time, I realized this was the perfect time to finally listen to Angel’s audio. I glance around at the closed curtains of the boy’s bunks before switching over to my alternative account on twitter and opening my DMs. I really hope she got the memo of me not needing anything sexual. I just wanted to hear her voice. 

I hit play and instantly it fills my ears like a beautiful melody. I have to hide my chuckle as I hear her stressing over rambling too much. She sounded so adorable. And something about how…domestic…this felt was just melting my brain. If I ignored the fact that she was talking about payment and how to get this to work, the sound of her car driving over suburban roads and the way she’d get distracted by the things around her almost felt like I was on a call with her as she told me about her day.

I let the audio replay one more time, actually taking in her words instead of just listening to her voice, before typing out a reply. 

ThotxPleaser - Sorry it took me so long to respond. I’m fine with whatever you want to do. I promise I’ll spoil you no matter what you decide to send. And I’m happy that you can use this as a way to talk about your day. I’ll always be here to listen to you ramble about whatever you need to get off your chest. And I’m glad you’re spoiling yourself, you deserve it. I hope when the concert comes, you’ll tell me about how much fun you had. 

ThotxPleaser - Oh that reminds me

I switch over to my Cash App and send off a little gift for her with a smirk on my face.

ThotxPleaser - $1,500

Use this to buy yourself a nice outfit and for you and your friend to get yourselves some merch and food at your show

I want to send more, the need to have a conversation with her overwhelming me, but I don't want to push too far. With a content smile, I finally relax in my seat, sleep taking over almost instantly as my mind plays on how happy I was to come to this agreement with her and how much it’s going to help me, especially knowing it’s going to make her happy.

TO BE CONTINUED

[dykewithbenefits]

I read your post about queer “corrective rape” and I think the “lesbians raping their guy best friend into giving them baby bumps” broke my brain… I’m a gay twink bottom and can count on one hand the number of times I’ve topped (and never topped a woman before).

When my lesbian best friend tells me her and her girlfriend are trying for a baby I’m so happy for them! She starts telling me about all the expenses of trying to do IVF, and finally just comes out and asks me if I’d be a sperm donor for them. Of course I’m honoured and offer to jizz in a cup so her and her girlfriend can do a turkey baster situation, but they have different plans… they say they’ve “done a lot of research” and discovered it’s more effective if it comes “straight from the source”. Of course I take them at their word, why wouldn’t I trust my best friend?

The day comes to do the deed and I’m so nervous. My friend is stunning, but she’s the definition of a lipstick lesbian while her partner is more butch. My usual type is big, hairy, burly, older men so it’s a huge difference. Her girlfriend wants to be there for the conception which I thought was fine, I’m no stranger to a threesome.

We start out slow, and they let me watch some gay porn to help get me going. Once I’m hard I pull down my pants let my boner pop out. The girls compliment it and tell me I’m wasted as a bottom, which felt pretty good. My best friend tells me she’s never sucked a dick before but she’s always been curious. My brain is honestly a little hazy from how hard I am, so I say yes. She licks up my shaft, wraps her lips around the tip and sucks me like a champ. When she pulls off, she kisses her girlfriend deeply who says “mmm tastes good, huh baby?”. My brain is melting down, this is every straight guy’s dream come true and I’m so fucking faggy. But I’m still so hard… so I must like it, right?

I could go on and on about this (but I’ll leave it here). Maybe the first time we try and conceive doesn’t take (not uncommon) so we have to try again. It doesn’t take, so we try the next month. Maybe I move into the guest room while she’s ovulating so it’s easier for us to conceive. Maybe they start spiking my food with viagra so I can go for multiple rounds, and they tease me about how hard I am when I randomly pop a boner. As we’re trying for a baby they corrupt me more and more until I’m their straight little breeding stud who doesn’t even think about men anymore…

Where's that "peak fiction" gif when you need it??

I'd so want this to be a full story, ending with both of the girls hopelessly knocked up and everyone properly converted into straight sluts <3

[sleepychenle]

PART 1. PART 2. wc: 468. genre: angst, hurt (no comfort). tags: husband!chenle, non-idol au. [a/n]: a cliche prompt but the struggle is real!! i'll post part 2 later (don't know when). masterlist

you run your fingers through your hair frustrated.

“do you actually don’t know what to do to help without me having to ask or you’re just playing dumb?” “i’ve been stressing over work all day. i don’t even have the time to-“ he tries to defend himself but you cut him off. “oh, so you were playing dumb…” you chuckle bitterly. “i have a job too. you know that, right?”

“i already told you. i work so hard to give you everything… you should be grateful” chenle retorts and you can’t help but to open your mouth in disbelief. of course his income is bigger than yours but that doesn’t change the fact that both of you should take care of the house.

“i know you worked hard to buy this house for us, but have you ever thought how much time it takes me to clean it? have you ever wondered why ‘clean day’ is more like a whole week? i bet you never fucking noticed.” you try to maintain a strong posture but you fail to suppress the cracked voice.

chenle stays shut… as if he’s actually pondering what you’re saying for once. so you continue: “it feels like cleaning and cooking is something only i have to do, and that is not even worthy of a ‘thank you’”. you sigh as the tears finally begin to fall.

but even if he was actually listening to you, he always let his ego get in the way. instead of apologizing, he turned this into you being too demanding.

he slams his palms on the table. “look, i don’t have time for this. you want me to cook tonight? okay. you want me to wash the dishes? i’ll do it. just shut up for once”

he gets frustrated when you (always) cry in an argument. he never understood it’s something you can’t control. and you wish he knew you didn’t do it on purpose… that it wasn’t just an act you put up to win the fight.

“that’s not what i’m asking for, chenle” you say almost with a pleading voice. you are not bothering to dry your tears anymore, as you know they will keep coming.

so he kept screaming, and you kept crying. and like every time, he got fed up. so he stormed off to his (and your) room. you want to be alone now.

you want to run somewhere he can’t see how weak you look right now. as if. he won’t be out of the room any time soon. you realize just now that you don’t have a place for yourself in this home.

where could you possibly go now? the bedroom where he already is in? no. his office? no. the laundry room. that’s the only place chenle wouldn’t step in unless you begged him.

you sit curled up in the floor with your back against the washing machine, trying to wipe your tears. how ironic… my safe, if i can call it that, place is where i do chores. that’s the last thing that crossed your mind before falling asleep right there on the cold floor.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@beef-brisket

It wasn’t hard to find where the little get together was. As it was the social event of the season. Nor was it hard it to get in.

We’ll actually sneak in but still, he was inside the party. He decided to disguise himself with a cloak. Surprisingly no one paid him much mind as they were all busy. Busy torturing any and everything that looked like him or Lilith.

Though mainly they were made in his image.

All six of the other deadly sins were here. Partaking in different activities. Even Satan was there.

He was guzzling down several bottles of Beelzejuice in a single minute. Clearly trying to drown out the hard feelings he was going through. His face betrayed his stoicism.

Lucifer didn’t know what made him go over there. Maybe it was vindictiveness, or perhaps pity, or he was simply morbidly curious. Either way he walked right up to the sin of wrath and said very casually,

Lucifer: Hey Satan.

Satan glanced down and immediately choked on his drink when he saw a pair of familiar red and yellow eyes. After coughing and wheezing trying to regain his breath he managed to speak,

Satan: Lucifer? What in your name are you doing here?

Lucifer: Oh nothing much just decided to see what the big hype was for this party.

Satan: Pfft well you certainly are lucky that everyone is busy getting wrecked or else you’d be fucking murdered right about now. Hehe hic!

Satan was wobbly on his feet and looked like he needed to sit. So Lucifer despite everything in him telling him not to directed him towards the nearest couch. Luckily it was in a separate room so that meant he and him could maybe have a little talk.

About what? Lucifer wasn’t quite sure.

Gently he pushed him onto the couch. Once on there and comfortable immediately summoned another bottle.

Lucifer: Wow, I have never seen you throw back so hard.

Satan lowered his drink and gave the king a dry look: If you must know I’ve had a shitty past few…years. I need this shit.

Lucifer: (scoffs) Oh YOU had it rough?! The guy who committed an act of treason with my wife in OUR FUCKING BED!

Satan: Please don’t tell me that you never suspected she was unfaithful.

Lucifer: Of course I fucking knew! I knew it from the moment you started seducing her! You were the one who turned her back on me and this marriage!

Satan: Don’t act like she’s the victim here. She already fooled you once do you want to be the fool twice?

Lucifer: What are you even talking about?

Satan: Does Eden ring any bells for you? You turned your back on Adam, your so called bestie, because your precious Lily claimed she hurt him. Even if the truth was far from that.

Lucifer: How…who…Adam was hurting her-

Satan: Did you ever see it happen?

Lucifer: Well I…um…no actually not.

Satan: And you just took her word without giving it proper consideration or searching into these claims.

Lucifer: How would you know if these allegations were true or not!? You weren’t there I was!

Satan: Because she told me she lied.

Lucifer: …What?

Satan: Lilith, she told me she lied in Eden about Adam trying to control her because she wanted to escape the place. She thought this wild story would help that.

Lucifer: How do I know you’re telling the truth? What if you’re simply trying to cause trouble between us?

Satan put his drink down and tapped his temple: You can still see into memories can’t you? If so go right ahead.

Lucifer almost didn’t want to. Because if he did it would mean that everything he thought to be true would have been nothing but a lie.

Still, he had to know.

When he saw the memory of the two lying together after a round of love making. Telling each other secrets Lilith finally admitted to her darkest of secrets. She was a liar.

Lucifer had married a liar.

He betrayed Heaven for a liar.

He inadvertently caused the death of his best friend for a liar.

He didn’t even know who she was anymore. If he ever knew her at all.

Once finished he sat there for the longest time staring at the wall in silence. Shaking like a dog in the rain. Satan partly pitied the guy.

He did after all porked his wife. Even if he thought what he and her had was more than just that.

He guessed he shouldn’t be so surprised. After all the things she’d done both on Earth and in Eden. She even went out of her way to have a child with the king just to keep her title.

Even after all those times of her telling him she never wanted to be a simple broodmare. Chained to the angels command to be Adam’s wife and mother of his children. It was what made her resentful in the first place.

But Satan was thinking too much into it. Lilith made her choice, she preferred power over love. That was her decision and he is accepting it.

He just wondered if Lucifer would accept it.

Finally after a solid ten minutes of silence Lucifer spoke: What do I do now?

Satan wasn’t expecting that: What?

Lucifer: What do I do now? What am I supposed to do? Everything I thought was right was because of her. I gave up everything to be with her, because…because she was the only one who ever cared for me, or at least I thought she did.

Satan scoffed: Oh that is straight up bull!

Lucifer: Excuse me!?

Satan: “Lilith was the only one who cared about little old me.” Lucifer you know damn well that isn’t true.

Lucifer: No I do!

Satan: Lucifer, take a moment to look around you! A man who cared so much about you, after you hurt him beyond belief threw a party dedicated just for hating you! And Lilith, but the point still stands! Do you realize how much you have to care to do something like this!?

Lucifer: That still begs the question of what I’m supposed to do now.

Satan sighs: Don’t ever tell anyone I told you this but…it starts with sorry. He didn’t need to know who he was talking about.

Lucifer didn’t say anything and only looked down sheepishly. They fell back into their tense silence. Until someone decided to speak to them, well specifically Satan.

Yogirt: Hello.

Satan: Uh hi?

Yogirt: Um I hope I’m not bothering you and I hope it’s alright but…would you like to dance with me?

If it were possible Satan’s face would have flushed. This little demon hybrid who was wearing a short, white dress that in a certain light reminded him of a sweet, little cherub. Wanted to dance with the king of wrath?

For a second he thought he was joking until he saw the sheepish but sincere look on his face. Satan can tell when someone was faking it. Having spent so long with Lilith helped.

Deciding to risk it he pushed himself off the couch, grabbed onto to the tiny demons hand, and led him to the dance floor.

Lucifer watched them go with a contemplative expression and decided to make his way to the host of the party, Adam.

It took almost an hour to find him and when he did he was leaning against the railing over seeing his party with a grim expression while smoking a cigarette.

Lucifer breathed out, here goes nothing: Hey Adam.

Adam: …So, you actually decided to sneak into the party huh? You’ve got a lot of balls Luci.

Lucifer: I certainly do, listen I…Satan told me about-

Adam: Oh I know, told me all about your little chat when I checked up on him. Good news is he at least found someone else’s hole to fill.

Lucifer: Good for him I guess?

Adam: Well he certainly needs to get over the tramp.

Lucifer: Ok seeing as how Lilith made me betray you I think that insult is in order. But that’s beside the point, Adam I….I just wanted to say that I’m, I’m, I’m

Adam: Don’t bother trying to pull a muscle like you’ll ever apologize once in your life. You’re the creator of pride after all.

Lucifer: Fine you want a sorry here’s your sorry! I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for shit I can’t undue! I’m sorry to everyone at this stupid party for hating me!

Adam: Oh ho, you truly are the shittiest being alive! Do you hear yourself!?

Lucifer: We’re all shitty Adam! Hello we got sent to fucking Hell! Why am I always the bad guy even when I don’t mean to be!

Adam flicked his cigarette away and start the little king down: Are you actually expecting some kind of sympathy from me!? Oh poor, poor Luci he finally has to own up that his actions affect others! Bitch please.

Adam leaned against the rails again and turned his gaze completely away from Lucifer.

Adam: Let me ask you this Lucifer, how do you think I felt when my best friend who I…cared for suddenly ended up cozying up with not just one but both of my wives!? I’ll tell you right now it was possibly the worst feeling in the world. But that’s not the worst part. The absolute worst thing is that you make me feel like I’m a fucking monster just for being angry at you.

Lucifer wished he was swallowed by the ground in that moment.

The Sin of Lust

@beef-brisket

Adam knew deep down. He had his suspicions on what his wife was doing. Now he knew.

For the evidence was staring him right in the face a few yards away. There under the shade of the tree that held the forbidden fruit were Eve, Lucifer, and Lilith committing the act of carnal knowledge.

The past week Eve had been a bit distant. Always making excuses as to where she was and what she was doing. Deep down he had a feeling of who she was seeing.

She acted the same way Lilith had before she left.

Now Adam stared with dull eyes as Lucifer had his face and mouth on Eve’s vagina with the second woman moaning in pleasure. Lilith stood by and watched her lover take Eve as she bit her lips.

Her face held an expression he could not pronounce but knew what it was deep down. For a split second her amethyst gaze met his and she smirked. She had won.

She took his first time.

She took his angel.

and now she took Eve.

She had completely broken the first man.

In her mind that meant she won. But Adam wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of rubbing it in. Turning on his heels he left the women and Angel to their devices.

He was done. He was not going to stick around and be stuck in a marriage with someone who obviously doesn’t love him. He wasn’t going to let the angels make another wife only for her to fall for the charms of that snake.

In fact he wasn’t going to be fulfilling his duties as the future father of humanity. Or as the first man. Someone else can have it.

He wouldn’t live in a place where everywhere he turned he was reminded of betrayal. Even the spots that once held sweet memories soured.

Soon he had made it to his destination. After making sure the angels guarding the gates weren’t looking he crept towards the doors of Eden. Turning back one last time he said only one thing.

Adam: Goodbye.

With all his might he pushed the doors open and stepped out into the world before him. Unaware of the consequences that this act of defiance would have on his soul.

[venusinthesun]

Fem! Obey me brothers x fem! Reader and “good girl” <3

I feel like I neglect the other six brothers too much, so is did some mini writing for each! If you want Lucifer, I’ve already done about 3-4 fics where she calls you a good girl lmao

Content warnings are included at each one :)

Cw: begging, grinding, Dacryphilia, mammon lowkey a whore lmao, sub mammon

“Please baby I haven’t I been good for you?” Mammons hands grip your hips tightly as she whines in your ear. Her soft pants and needy gasps into your neck almost make you consider giving her what she wants, but the way she grinds against your thigh so beautifully reminds you why you are doing this in the first place.

With a rough grip in her hair, her head is pulled back from the crook in your neck, exposing her flushed face. There’s tears welling up in her eyes, and her mouth is partially open as she continues to whimper out little gasps of please please baby-!

“What did I tell you? If you spend my money you’re gonna have to pay for it later.”

“I’m sorryimsorryimsorry-! I need it baby please I’m sorry-“ she cuts herself off with her own moan as you cruelly bounce your leg, simulating her even more. You watch for a few moments as she continues to babble out apologies and tries to convince you let her have your strap, enjoying the demon reduced to such a..needy thing.

“If you can be a good girl for me and promise to not spend my money tomorrow, I let you have it~”

“Yes-yes! I..agh..promise!”

(She took 100 dollars from you the next day)

Cw: leviathan has two dicks, blowjob and handjob, cumming on face, jealously sex, sub leviathan

“Does this make you feel better?”

Leviathan doesn’t respond to your tease, but the deep flush on her face tells your everything you need to know. You can see the way her hands shake while she holds her controller as you take her back in your mouth.

You pay special attention to all the sensitive parts of her dick, taking extra care to pull out a few stifled  whines from her lips. It’s almost funny how quickly she can get jealous, how quickly she turns into such a brat when you look at other people. Luckily she never can stay mad for long, specially when your hand does such a good job stroking her second dick. If your mouth was already bad, your hand teasing her as well was going to make her go insane.

“I-I’m trying to focus on my game-!” Leviathan says through small gasps and pants, her eyes flickering down to you on your knees. With a loud pop, you pull your mouth off her dick with a cheeky smile. “And I’m trying to focus on my good girl hm?”

You always knew leviathan was weak-willed, you just didn’t think she would cum immediately all over your face. Not that you mind, you throughly enjoyed the look on her face when you licked it off your lips.

Cw: dom satan, tail fucking, degrading, begging, choking, rough sex, dubcon(?), she calls your a slut

You think another moan escapes you throat as Satan’s tail continues to destroy your insides, her tail bullying itself deeper into your poor hole.

"Cry about it all you want, I’m not stopping." A long moan is drawn from your lips as she angles her tail once again to somehow hit even deeper inside you, your hands grasping her thighs tightly. She’s straddling your stomach with that devious grin of hers, knowing she isn’t stopping until she is satisfied.

“Everybody today has worked so hard to piss me off! Doing the most annoying shit,” you weakly protest as her hands reach up to your throat, wrapping around your neck tightly, but Satan pays no mind. “But aren’t you such a good slut for helping me out? Letting me take my anger out on this hole.” She starts to squeeze while she talks, effectively silencing any protests that could escape your lips.

Satan drinks in the sight of tears welling in your eyes as she continues you choke you, the view going straight to her own cunt. Seeing you so..pathetic while you struggle to take her tail (you barely even made it past the green bit, tsk tsk) makes her smile devilishly. “If you’re a good girl and tell me how much you love my tail destroying you, I’ll consider being merciful.”

Her hands lift slightly from your throat, allowing you to weakly gasp and stutter a small I love your tail sosososo much please Satan please- And Satan laughs at you. Her hands clamp right back down over your neck, and she purposely angles her tail even deeper. “I said consider, not that I will. Now be a good slut and whine louder”.

Cw: cunnilingus, drugging (asmo’s powers), small use of “pet”, soft sex

Asmodeus as her hand buried in your hair, tangling in your soft locks as your face is buried between her thighs. She’s laid out on the bed like a goddess, her hair around her like a halo. If you weren’t here for the exchange program, you would have thought her an angel.

Which is why you so delicately and sweetly eat her out as she gasps above you. Your hands are resting her thighs, holding her steady (and closer to you) as you try and press your tongue even deeper into her heat.

“You’re so wonderful! Such a good girl~” she sighs from above you, throughly enjoying the sight of you between her legs. Your eyes glance up and catch hers, and it feels like everything just got so much more hazy. It feels like your cloud nine, brain foggy with nothing but how good it feels right now. How good it feels to indulge in asmo, how good it feels to be on your knees for her.

“Just like that cutie, keep that up!” Her hand softly pulls your face impossibly closer, your tongue buried into her hole. You don’t even realize your grinding against the floor right now, or the small whimpers against her pussy. You pull back slightly, just enough to whisper something about how much you love her, and she just giggles. “Such a silly pet, but that’s why you’re my favorite!”

Cw: dom beel, breeding, girlcock, doggy style, overstimulation, biting, blood, licking

“B-beel..! A-aH!” Broken moans are muffled by the pillow as beelzebub thrusts into you, her mind driven by one single goal. There’s a slick plap plap plap heard throughout the room, your fluids dripping down your thighs while beel continues to groan in your ear small praises and growls.

Her hands are the only thing keeping you up at this point- your legs already given out earlier. She keeps your ass high for her as recks your hole, an animalistic pace keeping you dumb as well. If you could see behind you right now, you’d see a feral demon hellbent on breeding you-even if it’s literally impossible.

“Mine. All mine-“ she says between pants, huffing into your ear. “I-I need to breed you..! Please-!”

She buries her face into the side of your neck, her sharp teeth biting down into sensitive flesh. Any disagreements you may of had are quickly interrupted by your own moans and whimpers as her tongue trails over the bite mark. She laps up blood like a starved man, and her fingers dig into your hips.

“Y-you’re so good for me… you’re my good girl!”

Cw: teasing, chest fixation, nipple play, dom belphie

“Stop acting like you don’t love this, we both know you do.”

Belphegor has her head resting on your shoulder, her sleepy eyes glancing up at your red face. For once in her lifetime, belphie is in her bed, laying with you and she’s not sleeping-that’s because she’s busy groping you.

She pays no mind to your stuttering as you try and tell her that you’ll be sore tomorrow, that you have school as well; all in favour of your chest. Her one hand is behind your back to steady herself while her other continues to play with your boobs. She almost looks entranced as her hands need and grope them, playing with your nipples and squeezing tightly. She has a preference too, going for one more than the other. And while you ardor her very much, you’re getting a bit sick of it.

“Belphie cmon-“

“No.”

She leaves no room for debate as her fingers lightly pull at your nipple, rolling it around and watching how to reacts to her touch. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was laying on your hand, you would have pushed her off a long time a go.

“We have school tomorrow Belphie! I don’t wanna be sore—“ you yelp as her tail suddenly brushes against Your clothed sex, teasing you with the tuft of hair at the end of it. If your face wasn’t already red, it was definitely more red now. “Will that shut you up so you continue being my good girl who lets me touch her?”

You kinda stopped arguing after that.

THIS TOOK FOREVER ARGHHHH!! I am not horny enough to fuel this level of fanfiction 😔 anyway if you made it this far you’re probably either A. a wlw individual or B. Like fem obey me characters (or both), so that means you should request me! (Please) I do all obey me characters too! Not Luke so creeps leave me alone. REQUEST ME!!

[sadstrever]

i’m trying to distract myself from food by writing so indulge me if u will lol.

i’m always starving yet never hungry. i refuse to go out for food on dates or time spent with friends, but i’m happy to drink anytime, anywhere. i love music but when i play it for others it starts to sound wrong. i apply that same emotion to the way i speak and the way i think. i get drunk and my thoughts come flooding out without a moment of hesitation. it feels free. my music sounds like it always has and nothing hurts, until the next day and the bruises and faded memories are still there no matter how hard i try to drink them away again- more just come. whenever i wake up with a plan to change i have this thought in m head that it won’t work. that no matter what i try i’ll still be me. under the fat skin and muscle and bones my mistakes don’t disappear and my body is all the same, ruined by mistakes.

i think i’m depressed again, the manic episode i’ve been in for months finally came down and suddenly i’m back to my old self that had been bubbling under the surface for a while now. 2 weeks ago my best friend of 6 years confessed his “long lasting feelings” for me. he drunkenly told me that if we are both alone in 20 years he wants to marry me, start a family, leave and finally be together. he kissed me and i kissed him back. since that moment we’ve been hooking up every time we see each other. and then he told me he has a girlfriend. i told him we need to stop but we didn’t. we fucking didn’t. each time i try not to it drunkenly happens anyways. he tells me he loves me but then tells me about his dates with the other girl. i wonder how the person i consider my best fucking friend wont chose me if he wants my body. is it that hard to love me in that way? i told him today that i won’t be seeing him for a few weeks, i said it was cause i need to focus on starving but it’s also because i can’t bear kissing him blackout drunk and regretting it anymore, sleeping with him, seeing the other girls hair clip on his dresser or the teddy bear she got him on his bed besides us. he apologizes after every time but he makes it happen again. how does he not feel horrible about himself. he said “i just don’t count as cheating because there’s no feelings”. okay. okayyyy. so u just said that all cuz u wanted my body like everyone else every time.

i need to starve for a while, maybe it’ll bring the bliss and mania back for me, it’s bad but better than whatever i’m feeling now. it doesn’t feel good. i don’t feel good. i’m sorry for the corniness.

[ghoststyles]

Harmless Prank

A check-in blurb for Fairway to Heaven 💞

HIIIIII I’ve been wanting to write this since i saw this Tik Tok trend lol.

WARNINGS: Prank, ~Dom Harry~ my beloved, mostly fluff.

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Briar Barlowe is content with her relationship. She really is. But sometimes she likes to cause some trouble to keep things zesty and interesting.

She’d gotten the idea from Tik Tok; the abominable app that Harry detests, but still will crane his neck to watch while her head is in his lap and have the nerve to ask follow up questions to Reddit story times.

Briar grew up with 4 brothers, so she is no stranger to a harmless prank. So, when this video popped on to her feed one night while Harry snored through the movie they sat down to watch, she set the plan in motion.

Keeping herself busy throughout the day, she ran mini errands to keep up the appearance that she is simply too swamped to answer his messages.

What are you up to today? Didn’t get to say bye.

?

Are you getting a wax? I’m perfectly capable of doing that for you. Landing strip, triangle, polka dots. You name it.

Baby?

Briar smiles to herself. The power she feels from having a 41 year old man eat out of the palm of her hand is unmatched.

She didn’t really go shopping, but earlier she brought some designer paper bags bags she’d collected over the years down from their closet and began throwing old shoes, empty Dunkin’ cups and random dog supplies she’d found in her car to fill them up.

She looks down at her nails — the key to this prank. Her Coca-Cola red, almond shaped nails sparkle back at her. Those she had gotten done today, partially why she couldn’t answer Harry.

She clicks the garage door button to close behind her as she enters the mudroom. The dogs greet her, the bags swinging over their heads, making Gus glare at her.

Harry is at the kitchen island, his new reading glasses on his nose. She can see something boiling on the stove behind him. She begins filming on her phone nonchalantly, placing it against the flower vase on the entry table, pointed perfectly in the room.

He glances up, a tiny bit of relief washing over his features. He was wracking his brain trying to figure out why she’d leave the house without a word and ignore him the whole day.

“Hi Birdie,” he stands up to meet her by the door and places the glasses on the counter. “Started to scare me a little there when I didn’t hear from you. Did you do some shopping?”

He reaches for her hands, rubbing his thumb over her new, shiny, red nails.

“Mhm. Just thought I could use some me-time. I bought some stuff and got my nails done. Niall said I looked a little run down when he saw me at the club, so he treated me.”

Briar tries her damnedest to keep a straight face, but the way she could visibly see her words click in his head had her ready to break character at any moment. His brows furrow deeper than she’d ever seen before his voice deepens to speak. She beats him before he can.

“He told me this color looks nice on me. Makes me look tan.”

“Niall? My Niall? Niall Fucking Horan? Paid for my girl’s clothes and nails? I don’t fuckin’ think so,” he grits out as he rushes to the other side of the island to grab his phone and keys.

“He was just being nice, H, it’s not a big deal.”

“It IS a big deal, Briar. Does he think I don’t take care of you?”

“I don’t know! I thought he was just rewarding me for my hard work. Where are you going?”

Harry eyes are bulging out of his head at this point. He storms to the mud room to put on his shoes, to which Briar follows behind to try and stop him. She’s successful for a moment before he is back on his tear to the car.

“Rewarding you for your hard work? He’s a sick fuck is what he is!” Harry throws his hands into the air in disbelief that Briar finds this okay. “I’m gonna go rip his fucking bollocks off is where I’m going!”

“H — H, wait! It’s a prank,” she grabs at his wrist to prevent him from going to the garage while bursting into giggles. “It’s not real! I’m just teasing you.”

Harry stops in his tracks, an incredulous laugh falling from his lips. He looks back at the girl standing in front of him in stitches of laughter.

Instead of storming past her and pouting like a child like she expected of him, a wolfish grin appears on his face.

Briar’s head tilts at him like Wynnie’s does when he whistles at her to come inside. Harry places his hands on her shoulders, slowly walking her backwards towards the steps.

“A prank, hm? Thought that was funny?”

She smiles, rolling her chin to her right shoulder, suddenly feeling an adrenaline rush and shyness at the same time. He stops her at the base of the stairwell leading to their bedroom.

Harry leans into her ear to speak at a low whisper— a move he only does when Daddy shows up. Briar audibly gulps.

“I have an idea. How about I get to pick the color your arse will be tonight? Bet I could match it to the nail color Niall picked real nice.”

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EEEEEE lmk what u think 🤠🤠🤠