#i'm so drunk and my brain is melting oh god

[doodle-boy]

THE ROBOTS WERE PRACTICAL EFFECTS

THE ROBOTS WERE PRACTICAL EFFECTS FOR ALL THE CLOSEUPS

THATS WHY THE LIGHTING WAS SO GOOD BECAUSE EVEN WHEN IT WAS CGI THEY HAD REAL LIFE PRACTICAL EFFECT ROBOTS TO WORK WITH

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

[lazysoulwriter]

soft launch sabotage - pedro pascal. ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: fluff, social media reveal, anxious Pedro, established but secret relationship

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It wasn’t like you and Pedro had planned to keep your relationship a secret forever.

But it was new, and you were both a little drunk on each other. The kind of drunk where even going to the grocery store together felt too intimate to risk. Too good. Too delicate. And Pedro, bless him, had been so respectful of that — always checking before posting, always turning a soft smile toward you when someone asked about his love life and saying something vague like, “I'm very loved up lately, let’s say that.”

But then the awards show happened.

And Pedro, in a sharp navy suit and those glasses you loved, was practically glowing with nervous excitement as he stepped onto the red carpet. He was halfway through an interview when it happened. The reporter said, “You look incredible, Pedro. Who helped you pick out the suit tonight?”

And without thinking — not even pausing — he said: “My girlfriend. She has this eye for tones, and she—she’s amazing. She said this color makes my eyes look 'less tired in photos.’”

He blinked. The reporter blinked. The camera operator did not blink.

Pedro’s smile froze slightly as his brain caught up with his mouth, and he tried to chuckle it off. “I mean, my...stylist. I call her that sometimes. You know. Fashion girlfriend. Fashion ghost. Ha.”

It didn’t work. It definitely didn’t work.

By the time he made it off the carpet, your names were trending together on Twitter. People had screen-recorded the interview in HD and were doing TikTok deep dives on your recent vacation photos. Somehow, a blurry pic he’d taken of your legs on a hammock two weeks ago had resurfaced. The caption — “Heaven looks like this.” — was now very much in question.

Pedro’s anxiety had kicked in full force. He didn’t even go to the afterparty. He just went home and called you the second he walked in the door, pulling off his tie with trembling fingers.

“I fucked up,” he said immediately. “Baby, I fucked up so bad. I'm so sorry. You didn’t even get a say in this and I just—blurted it. I opened the gates and now they’re gonna find everything. I didn’t mean to out us, I swear, I wasn’t thinking, it was—”

“Pedro,” you said gently, trying not to smile.

“I should've kept it to myself. I just—I was thinking about you. I always think about you. And they asked and it just came out and—fuck, you hate this kind of attention. I ruined it, didn’t I?”

“Pedro.” You laughed now, full and warm. “I don’t care.”

He blinked, and your voice came through the phone like balm. “I mean, maybe I would’ve liked to post a really cute soft-launch first. You in the kitchen with that ridiculous apron you wear. Or me in your hoodie. But... it’s fine. It’s you. And I love you. I’m not mad.”

He was quiet for a second.

Then: “You love me?”

“Oh my God,” you rolled your eyes. “Yes. Obviously. I just thought I’d wait to say it until after you accidentally told the entire entertainment industry we’re dating.”

Pedro’s breath caught in his throat — and then the nervous wreck of a man melted. He was giggling, pacing around the living room with a hand on his chest like you’d hit him with a tranquilizer dart made of love. “Fuck. I love you too. You’re sure you're okay?”

“Yes, Pascal. In fact—” you grinned. “Now you have to post me. No turning back.”

So the next morning, he did.

pascalispunk 📸 a carousel of you and him — the first one was a candid: you curled into his lap, laughing in a sunbeam, his sunglasses half off your face. The second was blurrier, you kissing his temple while he cooked. The third was that same hammock photo — but this time, he tagged you.

Caption: Guess the secret’s out. Best accident I ever made. 💛

The comments were unhinged. The internet fully lost its mind. But Pedro didn’t care — not with you curled into his chest, hand tucked under his shirt, scrolling through them with a lazy grin and whispering, “They’re right, you do look less tired in that suit.”

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not sure if you’re taking requests !! but if you are, on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️and here to kindly request a drunk no doubt! Jake who is a PEAK LOVEY DOVEY DRUNK when he gets home (or refuses to leave unless yn is picking his ass up lol) 🫶🏼

HIII ugh one of my og jakeyn lovers i appreciate u so so so much & all ur comments & love ALWAYS <3333 and YES OH MY GOD i can totally imagine it rn DRUNK JAKE WOULD BE SO CLINGY AND SO CHEESY AND LOVEY DOVEY IM GONNA BE SICK. also this one ended up being longer than my usual requested drabbles WHOOPS SORRY I JUST LOVE SIMP JAKE UGH 😫

──── MY ANGEL, MY UBER, MY EVERYTHING.🍸🍋🌿 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

You hear it first before your eyes even open.

A loud buzz, obnoxiously close to your head. You groan, your arm flailing out from under the comforter to mute your phone off and go back to sleep.

And not even three seconds later—

Buzz. Buzz.

You groan into your pillow.

One eye cracks open just enough to glance at the screen:

jungwon👯

Yeah.

This can't be good.

You answer with a sleepy grumble, "What."

"Heyyyy Y/N," Jungwon says, way too chipper and lively for your liking at this hour. "Sooo...you might wanna come pick up your boyfriend."

You blink slowly, brain still foggy with sleep.

"Huh."

"Jake's, um. Very drunk. And refusing to leave unless it's with you."

You stare at the ceiling above, deadpan, "You're joking."

"I wish," Jungwon sighs, sounding both amused and exasperated at the same time. "We tried everythin—"

A crash. A muffled ow. Some rustling. Then—

"WAIT—ARE YOU TALKING TO Y/N?"

Jungwon groans. "Jake—no, don't—hey, Jake, that's my—dude, give me my ph—JAKE—"

"BABY."

Jake's voice explodes through the speaker.

"BABY I NEED YOU. PLEASE."

You blink at your phone, now fully awake. And fully amused.

"Jake—"

"They're trying to make me go home to the dorm," he slurs dramatically. "Like—to my own room. Alone. WITHOUT YOU."

"Jake, you live with me," you giggle, already climbing out of bed and reaching for your hoodie. "You'll be fine."

"NO. I won't. I wanna be in our bed. With my girl. Smelling like your vanilla shampoo and on your comfy silk sheets. Please. It's a basic human right."

You're full-on giggling now, navigating through your dark room for your keys, because—

Unfortunately, you're in love with him and will do anything for this poor guy.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just hang tight and give Jungwon his phone back okay?"

Twenty minutes later, you're outside the bar Jungwon texted you the address to.

And then you see him.

Slumped against the wall, tie crooked, shirt loosened, hair falling over his forehead. His eyes are glassy and pink-tinted, cheeks flushed, ears red.

Sunghoon stands next to him, one arm outstretched to keep Jake upright, while Jay's trying to press a water bottle into his lips.

Then—

Jake looks up.

"BABY!!!"

He launches off the wall. Slightly pushes Sunghoon and Jay off. Trips over his own feet. Nearly collapses straight into you.

"Oh my god, Jake," you're giggling, catching him as he immediately melts into you, burying his face into your shoulder.

He smells like beer and cologne and Jake—his entire body warm and heavy as he wraps himself around you.

"You're here," he mumbles into your hoodie, relieved. "I told them. I told them you'd be here. Said my girl's gonna come for me. She always comes for me."

You glance over his shoulder. Sunghoon looks three seconds away from joining Heeseung, slumped on the sidewalk. Jay's already walking away.

"What happened to this being a wholesome group dinner outing?" you ask dryly, lifting a brow as you still try to stay balanced under Jake's full body weight wrapped around you.

"Don't blame me," Jungwon shrugs, wide-eyed. "Not my fault your boyfriend's a lightweight."

And you can't even argue with that.

Given your current position.

You're convinced Jake fell asleep like this. Standing up. Hugging you.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home," you say, amused as you wave bye to the rest of the guys and steer your mess of a boyfriend towards your car.

The drive back isn't any better.

Jake refuses to let go to you.

One hand wrapped around your arm. The other holding your hand that isn't on the wheel. Body stretched over the console. Head on your shoulder, a sleepy smile playing at his lips as the smell of alcohol still lingers on him.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs, nose brushing your neck. "Like, so pretty. That's why I call you my pretty. You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I'm gonna marry you."

You keep your eyes on the road, but you laugh softly, trying to keep up with his mumbled words, "You say that every time you're drunk, Jakey."

"And I mean it ever time I'm drunk," he pulls back just enough to look at you with a serious look, but it's more like a pout. "And sober. Drunk me. Sober me. Future me. Past me. I love you. Love you so much. You're my angel. My Uber. My everything. My—my forever girl."

You burst out in giggles, "Your Uber?"

"Yeah," he nods, grinning at your reaction. "You picked me up. Best Uber ever. And your car always smells good. Like peaches. Five stars. Infinite stars."

By the time you drag him into the apartment and finally in bed, he's still clinging onto you, professing his love endlessly between hiccups and yawns.

"Pretty," he whispers, his nose nuzzling into your hair, breath warm against your skin. "M'gonna marry you. You know that right? You know I love you? So perfect. My girl."

And you're a goner. Completely wrecked.

"I know, Jakey," you smile, stroking his hair as his breathing slows. "I know."

And you do.

Because drunk or not—Sim Jaeyun is the realest thing you've ever known.

And he means every word.

no doubt m. list

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[i-loved-silly]

(PART 2) - WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!! + slight gore description --- part 1

Okay, recap.

Your perfect little day in dimension-travel-jail was interrupted. You almost got knocked out by two muscular men who came down from the sky like little drunk angels, who in turn happened to be famous characters. You don't know how you didn't realize earlier, guess timeline hopping also slowly melts your brain. You should really get an MRI exam sometime.

You almost passed out again when you realized you were chest-to-chest with Deadpool. Wade Wilson. Heart to heart. Body to body. Tip to tip, if that applies to you.

"You're real. I'm real. We're real." You deadpanned, stars almost twinkling in your eyes. No, maybe it wasn't the first time you've met a Deadpool. But this guy? He was the real deal. The original. How the hell did an original end up here?

"Pfft, you thought we were just drawings on paper? Two of the world's sexiest men in skintight costumes? Wrong. We're the real deal here, friendo. Can I call you that? Or will you try to kill me? You know I really didn't mean to crash into you I rea--"

"Alright, listen here. Wade, shut up. You," Logan pointed a finger at him then at you, still being embraced by Wade. "Do you understand any of the...nonsense he's talking about? Because I don't, and I don't. Have. Time for this. It's either you help me get out of here or get out of my way."

"Woah woah woah, since when did that 'we' turn into 'me'?" Wade reluctantly let go of you to walk up to Logan, his hands landing on his hips. "You're not the only one trapped here, you know, we're kind of all in the same boat here. We all fucked up our lives and it was definitely our fault bu--ACK"

You gasped, watching in horror as three silver claws stabbed straight through Wade's torso and out his back. Logan stalked closer, his scowl deepening. "Come again?" He taunted, his teeth grinding. Before Wade could get a word out, Logan turned his hand, twisting the blades inside of him.

"G-owww, FUCK. God, I swear this happened differently in another universe. Somehow hurts more this ti--" Logan stopped him again and began lifting him up in the air. By the torso. With his claws inside, being the only thing holding him up.

Your eyes widened, "Hey, guys stop that! Logan!"  You yelled, taking a step forward, your hands held up in the air defensively.

Logan briefly glanced in your direction and grunted, tossing Wade to the side. “Move aside, bub. We need to settle some things.” Then he…lunged at Wade. They just started fucking fighting each other.

You backed up, watching everything go down. This could not be real. “I thought…you guys wanted out?” You muttered, your voice barely heard over their grunting and blades clashing.

“You know it’s true, so--argh, no hard feelings, right? Plus, I forgive you Wolvie.”

“I don’t give a damn about what you think, Wade. It’s all your fucking fault I was dragged into this. I was doing just fine without yo—“

“Just fine? You call spending all your days at bars and drinking all their supply just fine? While your life crumbles around you like a house of cards. If we were really on the TVA's watchlist, maybe they should've just sent us all to anger management sessions, huh?"

“Stop fighting!” You shouted in a voice heavy with irritation, grabbing a clump of sand from the ground and hurling it in their direction.

Logan, reacting instinctively, closed his eyes and shoved Wade aside, now choking and coughing violently. “What the hell?”

Simultaneously, Wade spun to face away, retching into the sand. “Oh god it’s inside of my mask. It’s in my face hole—“

Logan regained himself quicker than Wade, to where he immediately brushed aside the sand on his face and stomped towards you. You took a step back, by the sight of his fists clenched and white knuckles you swore he was about to beat you. “Waitwaitwait! I don’t have healing factor!” You rambled and held your hands out.

He paused in his tracks, his jaw visibly clenching as he tried to control his anger. Yeah, maybe he was used to taking out his frustrations on himself and now..Deadpool. But he couldn’t do that to you. You’re not even involved in whatever shit they got themselves into. You didn't deserve to get roped in their..mess, whatever it was. He let out an annoyed breath and swiveled away, seething internally. "I wasn't going to hurt you."

You slowly put your hands down, then looked around to see Wade still rolling on the floor. Upon hearing Logan, he snapped his head towards you both, the eyes of his mask widening. Before he could even get a little, tiny, miniscule word out, you spoke.

"ANYWAY...ehm..you both want out, yes? This is all one big mistake? I could help you. I've survived out here this long without being brutally killed." You forced a grin, facing the two. They blinked.

"Killed? What..who is in charge of killing here?" Logan narrowed his eyes.

Wade stood up to his feet, popping his wrist back into place. "There's--" His face under his mask soured, god he could still feel the sand particles crunching around between his teeth.

"ugh, there's others around? What kind of crazies would wanna live here?" He raised his arms, gesturing the vastness of this dystopian desert. Camera pans out, there's an echo to his voice, a tumbleweed passes by, you know what i mean

You scoffed, still very much salty about your own situation even though it's been years. "It's not like it was a choice. The only person could who take us out is Cassandra Nova, and she does not use her powers for that. She's basically with the freaking TVA, from what I know."

A singular laugh escaped Logan, his lips turning up in a knowing smirk, "Really now? How bad could she be?"

"Uh..let's see..multiple counts of murder, enslavement, power abuse, she's sadistic, evil, has a whole paragraph worth of powers. Unstoppable, basically?" You shrugged.

"I think we could get along."

"No, Wade."

"How do we get to her?" Logan crossed his arms. Perhaps he was the only one taking this seriously. You had gotten used to it already, but you too remembered how badly you wanted to leave this place at first.

"You two seem in a rush. "

"Yeah, well we're in a rush because I've got a whole-ass timeline to save, not to mention I also made a pinky swear to this guy over here. I promised the gruff-beard that I'd help him clean up his messy timeline, like a stain of last nights left ove-"

"Got it!" You exclaimed, interrupting him. "But uh, is that even possible? To..fix your guys' timelines, I mean."

"It better be," Logan glared at Wade. "Because otherwise, I'm going to tear you apart." He sneered, really making his point by leaning closer to him. These guys need to kiss already.

You nervously smiled. If another fight starts, you swear you were going to start ripping your own face off. "Okay! I know someone, guys! We'll all help eachother out, he's real nice, which means you probably won't like him--but he'll help! Follow me."

Oh, you knew someone alright. He was the most suburban-canadian guy you knew.

Lot's of dialogue in this, oops. This fic is kinda going off the plot of the movie, so I'm sure you know who you'll meet next! Leave ideas in the comments if you have any, since this fic is very freestyle and let me now...should i include the car scene we all wanted or too soon? GOODBYE! taglist <3 : @pink-jello-fish @radiantdanvers @superlegend216 @salted-snailz @wolfsune09 @jxssimae @remuslupinsfavoritebook @flannelforthetoads @rowanlovesmoonknight @bengewatch @i-shall-be-the-possum1 @kyriekurokami @marymustdie @tzurue @euinein @sophiemajokie @itsrainingtodayyy

[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Uzui Tengen x Male! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, read as afab reader, Dom! Uzui x Sub! Reader, use of explicit words, worship kink, master kink, Tengen has an open relationship with his three wives, cockwarming, drunk sex.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

How did you end up like this? Thrown on top of Tengen, who now had his arms hugging your waist as he fucked you violently? Your brain had already melted and consumed with pleasure, you don't even remember what happened in the beginning.

From what you think you remember, it all started quite normally...

.....

"[Name]! It's been a long time since we've seen each other, my man. I see you've gotten tougher and flashy." You had just arrived at the area where Uzui's training was going to take place. You were even excited because the tallest man had already been your partner on some missions and you ended up creating a friendship. You knew that hashira's full capabilities, and you were eager to fight alongside him once again.

Turns out it was pretty fun, at least for you. Seeing Tengen active even after he lost his hand and one of his eyes is exciting, and you can learn even more from him. As for your training partners... They weren't doing very well.

While they were getting injured and trying to improve their physical resistance, you had already been released for the next training. But before that, Tengen told you to spend the night in his room. For what? You have no idea. Yet.

....

Tengen opens the bedroom door after hearing some almost silent knocks. He already knew you were arriving before he even knocked on the door, but he didn't want to seem anxious and already be at the door waiting for you. When he opens the bedroom door, you look kind of carefree and calm, looking at something not so important next to the door.

"Oh, hi Tengen-Sama!" You say to the man standing in front of you, greeting him with a smile on your face. He looked slightly nervous, which wasn't really his style. You chose not to talk about it, though.

He closes the door, and invites you to sit next to him. At no point did you see the tallest man's three wives, which made you curious. Before you can ask, he answers you. "Hinatsuru, Suma and Makio are in another room, they are already asleep." "Oh I see." You were going to say more, but you were stopped when Tengen took a huge bottle of alcohol and poured some into a glass, giving it to you right away.

You silently thanked him, and after he poured the liquid for him too, you drink together. Some conversations were exchanged and glasses were refilled several times, resulting in rosy faces and jokes you would never make if you were both sober. They ranged from phrases like "I like taller guys" to "I would have sex with you, no problem." And you didn't care about it anymore, the drink consumed you once and for all.

"I'm not kidding man, I'd fuck you right here and now." "Then why not do that? I wouldn't mind having you inside me."

.....

Ah yes, now you remember. It was just a stupid conversation, which turned into the most incredible fuck ever. Your sweaty face, your skin completely marked by bites and hickeys, all done by the same person. He seemed to like seeing you like this, and in a weird way, he saw it as the purest art. Your body was like a sculpture to be modeled, and he was a god destined to sculpt every detail that filled your skin.

"M-Master Tengen... I..." You wanted to say that this was the best experience possible, and that your body was being overwhelmed with so much pleasure. But nothing understandable comes out of your mouth. His cock was completely buried in your cunt, filling every space inside.

"... Your voice is so beautiful, thick for someone so delicate." He said, as his fingers roamed your body in search of something warm and wet. Once there, he couldn't help but massage the area, bringing you even closer to a climax. He didn't want to cum before you did.

You had already finished in Uzui's hands, but he wasn't finished yet. A few deep thrusts were made before you felt Tengen's cum invade your body. At this point, you didn't even care if you ended up pregnant, only the pleasure was important. ((spoiler, you didn't end up pregnant))

....

You had been clinging together all night, Tengen's cock still inside you. He didn't want to take his dick out of you, because he thought your insides were too warm.

"Man, we need to drink together more often."

"For sure."

Bonus lines!

"Man, what a headache. Are you sure there was only sake in that one?"

"... I have no idea."

[xoxxbilliexoxx]

Hot Waves of Pleasure

**This is a chapter from my Wattpad book “Friends? Just Friends?”**

Y/N POV 

The hot water swirls against my skin, the steam fills my lungs and Billie’s voice singing out twirls beautifully into my brain. I let the water pull me around, floating happily and zoning out, only focused on the melodies I am lucky enough to hear. I snap back into reality when I feel her hands scoop under my butt and pull me onto her, straddling her with my legs tightly on each side of her waist. I push myself up to grab the wine glass behind her, unintentionally moving my boobs directly into her face. As I grab the glass I hear her moan and kiss the top of my cleavage before moving her head down slightly and biting my nipple through my slutty triangle top. I gasp and sit down harshly, coming face to face with an expression showing just how proud of herself she is. I take a big gulp of my wine before dramatically smiling back at her, as sassy as I can be. 

She continues her drunken chuckles as she moves forward and bites my collarbone, then my other collarbone, then my neck. It slowly turns from laughter to deep sighs, the wine hitting us both suddenly as her lips continue to move across my chest. When she picks her head up to look at me we waste no time, our lips wrapped up between each other immediately.  Her hands grab my ass squeezing tightly and moving my hips harder against her. I begin to rock back and forth against her, and she spreads her legs wider, allowing our cores to meet. The contact forces our lips apart, both of us throwing our heads back and letting out a moan. “God this fucking wine is like a magic potion, your touch feels so good baby” She laughs at my comment and pushes my hips down harder, biting her lip as she watches my face melt at the feeling. I notice a hand missing from my butt before feeling the tie to my bikini bottom loosen. Everything happens so quickly as I feel Billie lift me off of her lap with one hand and lower me back down as two of her fingers fill me entirely. Her mouth hangs open, forming an O to mirror my own face and once I am all the way down she lifts me back up and does it again, again holding her mouth open and gasping with me. My head falls back as I begin to move my hips on my own, feeling her eyes glued to me. When I pick my head back up I find a wicked smile across her face, completely enamored watching me quickly get used to the feeling and swept up in the sudden pleasure. “That's it, good girl, ride my fingers just like that mama” I wrap my arms around her neck and shoulders, leaning forward and gasping with the new angle. 

Billie uses my new position to her advantage and leans in to suck on my neck, biting and kissing all over me as I continue to move up and down on her fingers. “More baby, please I need more” she pulls out her two fingers before sliding three back into me, immediately curling them and using her other hand to grab my waist and speed up my movements. She continues to watch me fuck myself on her fingers, her mouth still hanging open, completely drunk off the sight in front of her. “Mmmhhhmm mama, making me so proud. Being such a good girl using my hand to make yourself feel good” her words only fuel me more, I pick up my speed and finally let the quiet moans spill out of me. I nuzzle my head into her neck, pecking my lips onto her skin every so often in between my quiet cries. My hips begin to grind against her, no longer just moving up and down anymore. I find a rhythm that makes my stomach tighten as she continues to whisper words of encouragement into my ear. The whole thing feels so intimate as I hug her tighter and her whispers tickle the hair laying wet against my neck. Her other hand snakes between our bodies and lands on my clit, quickly finding a perfect pace on my extremely sensitive bud. Her eyes don’t move from me, enchanted by the way she’s pleasuring me, the way I'm pleasuring myself on her. “Oh baby, that feels so good. uuuuuuuhhhhh” I whisper it softly into her neck, only loud enough for her to hear it slightly over the splashing water. The jets spill out around us and my constant movements create a wave in the tub. “I know, I know mama, keep going for me, just like that baby, so good, such a good girl” Her voice stays as quiet as mine, fueling on our intimate moment. 

I move over to straddle just one of her legs, now allowing one of mine to graze against her own wet center. Her moans whisper along with mine, creating a harmony of erotic songs. Billie’s hips move fast, her clit grinding against my thigh as she continues to rub my own clit. Her fingers curl inside me once again as I grind into her. We both are hypnotized by our pleasure in a world only we exist in. The way I’m making her feel only brings me closer to my own orgasm. Her clothed pussy slides against my knee faster, the pressure a lot harder now. Both of our whimpers speed up, falling deeper and deeper into our own world, forgetting entirely about the universe around us. My orgasm hits me hard, out of the blue. I gasp and announce my high in a hush tone against her skin, the rest of my moans are choked down along with my breath. I’m frozen in time as the waves of pleasure crash around me. I feel Billie continuing to thrash against my leg, her own orgasm following mine almost immediately. The stars feel like they’re inside of me, all the constellations gathering into one hot knot deep in my core. When the universe finds its way back to the sky and our breathing settles down enough, her fingers slip out of me and immediately into her mouth, humming and licking my cum off them. “Watching you cum is all I need to make me cum, you’re so fucking hot mama” Her hands go back under the water to tie my bottoms back together as I pull my head off her chest, the air finally feeling settled in my body again. She taps my waist to get me off of her before standing up and grabbing my hand. “I’m not done with you yet, come on baby lets get inside” I giggle as I walk behind her, unable to fully process that I’m following my new girlfriend, Billie Eilish, my best friend of years, into our cabin getaway to continue fucking. What a wild fucking life this is. 

[wheels-of-despair]

There's No i In Sickness Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman's been sick for a week, but she's finally well enough to reunite with Eddie! Contains: Hug deprivation, a happy reunion, sunshine, fluff. Words: 800ish

"Hello?"

"Dungeon Master, this is Evil Woman, do you copy?"

"Copy, Evil Woman, what's your status, over?" You can hear the smile in his voice over the phone, and you have one to match.

"Evil Woman and Little Drummer Boy have been cleared for contact, and the General's orders are to 'get outside and soak up some dang sunshine', over."

"For real?" he asks, forgetting your little game.

"For real," you confirm.

"On my way!"

Click.

Evil Woman and Little Drummer Boy have been cooped up for a week with some gross seasonal virus, and a nightly phone call with the Dungeon Master wasn't even close to being enough.

But you're free! Your fever is gone and your congestion is on the way out and you're ready to get out of this house and make up for a week's worth of hug deprivation with your Eddie.

You step outside into the perfect spring day, squinting at the brightness of the sun you haven't seen in nearly a week. The rays begin to warm you almost immediately. God, that's wonderful. You sit on the porch and lean your head back, closing your eyes while you soak up the sun and wait for Eddie.

The familiar roar of his van disrupts the silence of the neighborhood in record time. You open your eyes with a grin, seeing him fly around the corner. You're surprised he didn't go up on two wheels. You stand when the van skids to a stop in your driveway, rushing forward, ready for that hug that'll surely fix everything.

Eddie comes bounding around the side of the van, and you barely have time to brace yourself before your bodies collide. You stagger backward, laughing together, trying to catch your balance.

However, the slight incline of your yard works against you, and you both topple over and land in the grass with a yelp.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, looking down on you with his face full of concern and framed by his wild hair. The pictures all over your room don't do him justice. He's so beautiful, you could burst.

"I am now," you smile, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He nuzzles into your touch, closing his eyes briefly. And then he grins wickedly and attacks, kissing his way down your jaw and your neck and back up the other side.

"I! Missed! You! So! Fucking! Much!" he says between kisses. He's melted you. All you can do is lie there in the grass and laugh. You feel drunk. Drunk on love and kisses and Eddie. When he's had his fill, he rolls off of you. You move to your side so you can look at him.

"I missed you too," you whisper.

Looking at him isn't enough. You need to hold him. He seems to have the same idea, because you both inch closer at the same time, wrapping limbs around each other and pulling yourselves closer.

Lying here with him is like a sigh of relief.

There's nothing else. There's you, and there's Eddie, and the faint smell of smoke and his cheap cologne and sweet clover and earth and fresh air. What more could a person need?

"We gotta make out more."

"Oh yeah?" you chuckle into his chest.

"Yup. This week sucked a fat one. From now on, there's no i in sickness."

"How are you gonna take the i out of sickness?" you laugh.

"Your germs are my germs," he explains. "You don't get sick. I don't get sick. WE get sick."

"Eddie, you do not wanna be around me when I'm coughing and hacking and blowing brain matter out of my nose," you chuckle.

"I do, though," he says, nuzzling his nose against your temple. "I want all of you, all the time."

You pull back and lift a hand to feel his forehead.

"You must've--"

"I did not get The Plague," he argues with a roll of his eyes, batting your hand away. "I'm not sick. I just love you and I missed you and I don't wanna ever have to survive a whole damn week without you again."

He loves you so much, he genuinely wants to share germs. You should probably be grossed out by that, but...

"Dammit, Eddie," you sniffle, wiping away a tear. "I just got this stupid nose to where I can breathe out of it again, and you make me cry? Not cool!"

Eddie laughs and pulls you to him again, hugging you tightly there on the warm ground on this perfect spring day.

"What are you guys doing?"

You turn to see a disgruntled Gareth wrapped up in a comforter, glowering on the edge of the porch. Your mom must've finally forced him out of bed. You chuckle and turn back to Eddie, nuzzling your cheek into his chest. He pulls you closer. You sigh happily.

"Playing croquet," you answer.

"Having sex," Eddie says at the same time.

Your bodies shake together in silent laughter.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You've had an exhausting day, and eating out your mean lady is just what you need 💋🚬

Warnings: Smuttttt. Also Cruella is very mean 😅 XD

Nothing special. I just want more fics of eating out women... especially Her XD

Sighing, you close her office door behind you and drop your bag on the ground by the doorway, before rolling your tight shoulders. "Oh my god, it's been the longest workday... " You're tired, you have a headache and you're just done with the world.

"Go home, then." Cruella tells you like it's obvious, rolling her eyes at the papers she was going through; highlighting and underlining.

Huffing, you plop in the seat across from her desk. "I wanted to see you, though."

"Well, I'm busy." She puts down the papers and slips her sharp nails under another pile, focusing her snake-like eyes on those new figures without pause. "Make yourself useful, somehow."

"Can't work anymore. Head broken. Brain-dead."

She shakes her head, waiving you off. "Get me a drink then, or something. Go get yourself a snack. Oversee the window cleaning on the second floor. Ride the lift until your stupid little head goes fuzzy- I don't care. But don't you hinder me when I'm busy."

Your head's already fuzzy, you think.

...

...

...

It takes you a few minutes before you do it, so credit where credit is due. But it's not long, before you put your fuzzy brain to good use.

The steel doors of Cruella's office are sealed closed, so you simply settle under her desk and get comfortable between her smooth thighs after slipping her her sleek black panties off of her. Above you, you hear her release a sigh; muttering to herself. "Well, better then nothing... "

As soon as you start softly licking her pretty pussy you start to feel relieved from your day. Like her cunt's the cure to your headache and tight muscles, the moment you feel her soft lips under your salacious tongue you feel immediate relief. You think her pussy is magic, and you're addicted.

Every stroke of your tongue against her velvety cunt makes you feel better, more comfortable, and warmer. You don't even mind the hardness of the cold tile ground your bony knees are digging into.

When Cruella inevitably becomes drippy and needy under your attentions, her slick all over you chin and trickling onto your neck, you slip your hands around her thighs and hold her thighs against the sides of your head and really start to go down on that magic pussy. With fluid strokes, you draw your tongue deeply into her and suck her at the same time. When her sharp fingernails scrape against your sore skull you give a pathetic, fully contented moan into her. Then she tugs your hair s l o w l y, for a drawn out few moments, and you just want to melt.

You have to pause sucking her off to breath and pull yourself together, hair in your face, and give her thighs and pussy a few kisses, before returning to your tawdry activity.

After this you start rubbing your tongue continuously against her clit, and when you hear Cruella's pen be set down very firmly onto the desk with a snap, you can't help but smirk; drowsy and pussy-drunk. With one last, long lick across her wet, soft pussy, you finally take your mouth away from her.

When, finally, you drive two of your fingers slowly into her mushy, used hole, now beinb set back on your butt under the desk so that you can watch your fingers dissapear in and slick ooz out, it takes all of 4 good thrusts in-and-out for Cruella cum. To squeeze your hair around her fist, and clench your knuckles inside her so tight your lips part because god that's hot.

... she relaxes again after a few seconds and you slip your fingers free from her, and suck them clean, savouring the last bits of her flavour. Cruella sighs, and puts the flat of her high heeled shoe to your body and half pushes, half kicks you out from under the desk. You fall back on the heels of your hands, and give a giggle.

"Well I hope you feel better," Cruella sighs, frustrated. "You've just wasted my time. Out."

Shaking your head, you pop back up into your seat and flash Cruella a grin; chin covered in grease and hair a mess. "I do feel better, thank you very much. I'll get you that drink, now. What do you want, darling?"

She raises a brow at you, your boldness, before sighing and chucking a cardboard box of tissues at your chest and looking back to her work. "Make yourself presentable first. You'll get me jasmine tea, piping hot, and if you get it wrong you'll get back under the desk. Clear?"

With a wicked smirk, you nod. "... You want biscuits?"

"Of course I want biscuits, you little idiot." 

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche brainrot, surprise surprise. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Degradation. Praise. Tongue piercing. Dacryphilia.

Sorry I have been quiet lately, I have been very very stressed. I hope this doesn't read as a complete and total mess.

Scaramouche sighed impatiently, playing with the ball of his tongue piercing on the roof of his mouth. He was horny. And your attention wasn't on him, but on a horror movie the two of you had started watching together.

"Oh, I think I've got it," You suddenly said. There was an interesting look on your face. On the one hand, you sounded so sure as you explained to him that you may have figured out the movie, but there was a look of self doubt in your eyes, like you were afraid to be wrong and second guessing yourself in a hesitant way.

Were you afraid of being wrong in front of him?

YES.

Scaramouche reached over and grabbed his phone of the bed next to him, and proceeded to spoil the movie for himself to see if you were right. Damn it, the pride that he felt when he looked up from his screen at you.

God you are so smart, so fucking smart. You were right. And you'd figured it out just from hearing one single sentence about 35 minutes into the movie.

Did you have any idea how smart you are?

"I'm horny," Scaramouche said, pressing the stop button on the remote.

"Scara, really?! Can it wait?" You asked in protest.

"No," He really couldn't. Just smelling you and being close enough to touch you turned him on. Your brilliant brain only added to his arousal.

Time to kill two birds with one stone. You could find out that you were right, and he could himself to licking and sucking on your cunt until you cried for him. The thoughts were making him unbelievably hard.

Grasping your ankle, he slid you onto your back, covering your mouth with his hand to keep you from protesting further. "You were right, I looked it up on my phone," He purred, his hand sliding up your skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit outside of your panties, "Good job, kitten. Good, smart girls deserve a reward, do they not?"

Suddenly, any focus on the movie melted away. Scaramouche always made your brain fuzzy. "I..I was?" Your words came out with a shaky sigh of pleasure behind his hand.

"Mhmm~," He pushed your skirt up, and hooked his fingers through your panties. "So wet, already," He marvelled as he took your panties off. He always enjoys seeing how fast he could turn you on.

Taking his hand off your mouth, Scaramouche batted your legs apart as he slotted himself between them. His tongue snaked out to lick a line up your cunt, groaning as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

The friction of his tongue piercing on your clit made it throb. It wouldn't be long before your shaky sighs bled into soft moans. His hands found your hips, holding your cunt against his mouth when you rocked your hips up.

"It doesn't take much to make you desperate, does it, slut?" Scaramouche latched his lips onto your clit, and sucked. Crying out, your hands found the back of his head.

His cock throbbed when you pushed his face into your cunt. Your legs trembled from the sudden, strong burst of stimulation. Gasping, your fingers tightened in his hair feeling his tongue piercing scrap and flick against your clit.

Taking his lips off of your clit, he flattened his tongue over it before sweeping it inside of you. His piercing scrapped slow over your sensitive walls, making you twitch and moan loudly in pleasure as you began to writhe on the bed.

Scaramouche vibrated a moan on your cunt, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your swelling clit. "Desperation tastes so good on you," His eyes rolled closed in bliss, getting carried away, drunk on the taste of you.

You bucked your hips up into his mouth. Scaramouche was determined to fuck you dumb on his tongue for being so smart. You deserve it. And he got to taste you.

Win win if you ask him.

"Am I being a good girl? Am I?" You pleaded, whimpering when he started to suck on your clit again. You heard him laugh, feeling it on your clit as he sucked.

Releasing your clit with a soft, wet pop, he kitten licked his tongue on the throbbing nub. "Yes, you are being such a good slut," He praised, teasing his tongue piercing are your entrance. His thumbs skimmed on the inside of your thighs, making goosebumps dot on your skin.

Scaramouche swirled his tongue between your walls, rubbing and pinching your clit. He grinded his aching cock down against the mattress when your walls clamped around his tongue. He knew you were close, your fingernails digging into his scalp.

"That's it, my good whore. Cum all over my tongue," Scaramouche quivered in anticipation, rubbing your clit as he worked his tongue piercing on your cunt. He smirked seeing tears well in your eyes, your orgasm building up tighter and tighter. "You sound like such a shameless whore."

"Scara, I'm..I'm!-" You couldn't finish your sentence. Scaramouche pinched and rolled your clit a few more times between the pads of his fingers before you squirted on his tongue.

He happily lapped up your release, nursing his tongue on piercing on your clit to help you chase your high.

You could barely even think by the time Scaramouche took his mouth off your cunt. He moved up your body to kiss you just as sloppily as he had eaten you out. You were breathless when he pulled away. "I'm more entertaining than some silly movie, yes?" He asked, smirking down at your already fucked out expression.

He would watch the entire movie with you later. After he fucked you dumber on his cock that is.

[forever-and-whats-left]

Roast of Love Never Dies mixed in with some headcanons IG

First off, I know this is well-tread ground, I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!

Some people were making fun of Erik whining about Christine ten years later. Yet I lost the ability to write to a girl who wasn't even mine. Gay people understand you, Erik...

Meg. You deserve better. Her character doesn't remain true to either the book or the musical. The musical presented the idea of a friend whose whole personality trait was screaming about the phantom. You mean to tell me she took one glance at him and thought, "Oh wait, never mind, guy who killed two people at least, manipulated my mom, and burned the place where I was the LEAD BALLERINA; you're a hotty." Fair.

Anyway, if you were gonna make her a villain(?), at least make her a gossip! I could see her causing some chaos with that. Anyway...

The music when Christine disembarks is pretty much exactly my emotions. Like, oh, hello... you. Fuck I love her so much. Like all glammed up and miserable. Go off, queen.

Many people say this, but I hate this characterization of Raoul. Beyond being a drunk and a gambler, him being a bad person just makes the plot less interesting? Like, how are we supposed to care about who she ends up with when the choice is obvious? They could've killed him off, and the plot would be exactly the same. RIP Raoul, I used to cry to all I ask of you at 2 am, I will always remember you that way.

Gustave is... ok. Like if you truly want me to think he embodies Erik in some form, make him a chaos demon. You mean to tell me he wasn't dabbling in pyrotechnics yet? Erik probably had them down in the crib!

Ok. Look with your heart actually... melts me. Like the terrible life lesson aside, it's sweet to see Christine on her softer side. We only get to see her distressed in the original, so seeing her (somewhat) healthy and grown is heartwarming to me.

GAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!!! MOONLESS SKY!!!!1 Lord!!! I can't listen to it without sounding like a maniac. My favorite lines:

"And blind in the dark, as soul gazed into soul." Is his nightlight eyes his soul or...?

"I felt no longer shy." OH! SHY ERIK! SHY MUSICAL ERIK! HAH!! YOU FELT UP HER BOOB ON A STAGE FULL OF PEOPLE!!

"We said things in the dark, We never dared to say." Something, something, peg me, Christine.

"And slipped into the dark beneath a moonless sky." AFTER ALL THIS! THE KIDNAPPING! THE MURDER! THE EVERYTHING! YOU FINALLY TAP THAT AND YOU LEAVE?! Erik, your days are numbered, I swear to GOD.

"And I had to, both of us knew why." Care to share with the class??

Anyway, that's enough about moonless sky, we have to keep going.

Gustave being able to predict the future is so funny. Please, phic writers, include that.

I can never get over how Erik just decides that kid is his own. Yeah, it's the night you had sex, but also the day before she got MARRIED! She probably had sex with Raoul WAY MORE. DUDE. Some part of me jokes that she just says that to Erik so he won't kill the kid.

Why does she love me is so teen girl to me. IDGAF he's a drunk middle-aged man.

Devil take the hindmost. BARS. I love it genuinely. If it were in a different musical, it would be fire.

Well, since I've already overshared, is it ok to say the finale makes me cry? Like fuck Erik, Raoul, Meg, everyone! DON'T KILL HER! MY POOR GIRL! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

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this post was inspired by @/dj-triumph 's rambles on the 2004 movie. I realized I have a lot of ideas rattling in my brain.

If anyone wants me to cover something else in depth, I'm willing, honestly

[fairlyang]

Bad idea right? 🕷️

bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo but it's you being down bad for your ex

w/c: 2.6K

pairing: exbf!miguel x drunkfem!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mention of being drunk. can't help but miss him, he lives rent free in ur head, down horrendous for him, making out, fingering, only reader orgasm

Oh, hey

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months

But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone

And I'm sensin' some undertone

And I'm right here with all my friends

But you're sendin' me your new address

And I know we're done, I know we're through

I was at the club with my friends getting drunk off a our minds like we usually do, when I get a phone call. We were sitting in a circular booth so I had Ryan by my left and Val to my right and both of them peered over my shoulder as I grabbed my phone.

We all gasped at the caller ID and they immediately tried to snatch my phone from me, I quickly pulled it down and put it between my thighs making sure to squeeze them tightly so they can't get it. "Bitch do not answer that call-" I hear Ryan say before I moved.

I grab my phone and get under the table as I hear their screams at me while I crawl away then stand up at the end of the table waving my phone, "NO!"

I answer and put the phone to my ear to hear his all too familiar voice, "Hey... I'm all alone and was hoping you could slide by.."

I bite my lip and feel my heart race at his tone, so husky and giving me the exact implication I'd expect after months of not talking. "I'm down." I respond almost immediately letting drunk me take control of my brain.

"I'll send you the address." He murmurs and then hangs up.

I sigh dreamily then look at my phone as a message came in from Miguel. The snap of a finger caught my attention as I look down at all three of my friends giving me crazy eyes. "You are not going-"

I sit down next to Val and lean my head against her shoulder as I pull up his insta and look at his pictures. "Ugh but how could I not-" I whine and show them the most recent set of pictures he's posted.

"Bitch it's been literal months-" Ella sneers shaking her head in disappointment.

"So....? I know we're done but that doesn't mean we can't fu-" I start to say as I look up at Ryan and Ella both shaking their head, "you guys are broken up!"

I roll my eyes and look down at my phone taking a closer look at the pictures of Miguel as my friends groan and Val wraps an arm around me, shaking me, "you're gonna regret it."

But, God, when I look at you

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably

(I should probably, probably not)

(I should probably, probably not)

I shrug and admire the way his lips were curled into a pretty smile and his dimples were out, so pretty. The sparkle in his eyes making me melt and make the butterflies reappear in my stomach like old times.

I scroll through the rest of the pictures that consisted of selfies and mirror pics with his friends. My heart skips a beat when I see him wearing the navy blue button up I always loved seeing him wear. Fuck he's so handsome... so fucking fine...

And the way his voice sounded, god I could never grow sick of it.

Seein' you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight

Hmm maybe it is a bad idea.... I mean everyone knows what happens if you hook up with your ex after months of no contact..

It won't be the end and will just be an endless cycle of calling each other, hooking up and potentially getting back together just forgetting why you broke up in the first place.

Do I really want that?

Fuck it, it's fine

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(The biggest lie I ever said)

I shake those thoughts away and grin, fuck it, it'll be fine.

"Shouldn't it be fine if two people just reconnect?" I ask and they all say "no" at the same time.

I groan, shaking my head looking at them in disbelief, "I only see him as a friend..." I lie and Ryan immediately bursts out laughing.

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(I just tripped and fell into his bed)

"What?!?" I exclaim and throw my hands up.

"You do not see him as a friend-" Val cuts in and I shake my head.

"Bitch be serious for one second-" Ryan says but I cut him off, "You're all wrong!" I say when a hiccup leaves my mouth.

"You're literally drunk-" Ella says and I wave her off.

"I'm fine-"

Another hiccup.

"Alright I'll catch you guys tomorrow-" I say and stand up.

"Bitch stop you gotta really think about this-" Ryan starts but I lift a finger up and look up pretending to think, "I've thought about it...... Bye!" I say then wave goodbye as I walk to the exit hearing their shouts at me.

I open the doors and walk out feeling the cold breeze as I walk over to the parking lot. I quickly get an Uber and try to wait as patiently as I can, pacing back and forth along the sidewalk, waiting.

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop, but I can't

And I told my friends I was asleep

But I never said where, in his sheets

And I pull up to your place, on the second floor

And you're standin', smiling at the door

And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men

But I really can't remember when

I see the designated car I got and quickly hop before opening Miguel's text and telling the driver the address.

He nods and starts heading there as I put on my seat belt and sigh in relief. I'm finally seeing him.

I feel a buzz from my phone and I quickly open it but groan when I see it's texts from the groupchat.

Ryan🤞🏼

I'm beating your ass tmrw

Val💅🏼

Please be safe

Ella🫶🏼

Bitch where are you

I giggle and roll my eyes, quickly typing.

What a variety...

Y/n

Going to sleep😴

I send then put my phone on dnd knowing they'll do anything to try and stop me.

I go through my archived on my insta and look through all the posts I had of Miguel and I when we were together. We were so good together. So perfect. Two peas in a pod. Yin and Yang. The apple to my eye. Whatever the fuck that meant.

I sigh and lean against the window looking out as it started to drizzle. I felt my eyes closing but I tried my best to stay awake, of all times being drunk right now would be the one time I get sleepy?

So fucked up.

The rest of the drive was a blur but i automatically paid from the app and stumbled out of the car and walked towards his new apartment.

I go through the door and then walk towards the stairs holding on to the railing because I didn't trust myself to go up steadily. I get to the top of the stairs, making it to the second floor and walk onto the hallway. I pull my dress down then fix the straps when I see a door a couple feet away open and there he was.

I tried my hardest not to smile immediately but I got closer I noticed he was the one that had a smile on his face. It sent a shiver down my spine as I walked towards him suddenly feeling nervous but the excitement rising with every step.

I feel like I've seen hotter men since we broke up but couldn't think of when or where, and didn't care to because I had him now right in front of me.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably

(I should probably, probably not)

(I should probably, probably not)

My mind was going wild, heart started racing as I checked him out. Wearing a white tee and god those grey sweatpants....

I felt my breath hitch in my throat and i felt like I was going to melt just at the sight of him. I couldn't help still feeling this way towards him, I always tried to push my thoughts away whenever I thought of him but I really couldn't help that he lived rent free in my head all these months.

So of course I was going to jump at the opportunity of being with him again. In whatever way he pleased.

Seein' you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight

"Hey." I breathe out and give him a drunken smile.

"This is a bad idea isn't it?" I say looking into his eyes praying he doesn't agree with me.

He chuckles and shrugs, "maybe..."

I was contemplating really going in, going through with this. If I do through that door I'll be stuck to him and won't be able to leave his side. I'll be glued to him and will continue to come back here.

"Well maybe it is." He mumbles looking down at my body.

I bite my lip and feel a whirlwind of emotions but the most powering one being arousal. He just looked so good.

Fuck it, it's fine

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(The biggest lie I ever said)

Fuck it.

I take a step forward and smash my lips onto his immediately wrapping my arms behind his neck as I feel his trail down to my waist. He kissed me back instantly and makes us take a few steps back to go into his apartment.

I feel one hand get off me to close the door then it's back but playing with the ends of my hair as he moves us back.

He pulls away, leaving my lips lightly shivering, quickly leading us towards his bedroom.

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(I just tripped and fell into his bed)

He closes the door and connects our lips together again, I kiss him in the neediest manner ever as he leans down making me sit on his bed. His hands go to my thighs, lightly squeezing as he bites my bottom lip then slides his tongue into my mouth.

I moan in his mouth and move my body back as I felt his hands on my lower back helping me scoot up his bed while he went down and was now hovering over me. I let his tongue explore my mouth while I tug on the ends of his curls and wrapping my legs around his waist bringing him even closer to me.

He pulls away and leaves a kiss on my cheek, then my jaw until finally goes down to my neck. Leaving open-mouthed kisses leaving me breathless and a moaning mess beneath him.

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

"We're still exes." I breathe out and let my head sink in into his pillow, arching my back because of the pleasure.

He hums against my skin, then sucks on his favorite spot before leaving kisses on it. I let out a shaky breath and feel my eyes flutter, I've missed him. All of him.

Can't two people reconnect?

"We're only reconnecting." I murmur and buck my hips up to have some friction, feel anything.

He groans and grinds his hips against mine making us both moan. "Fuck." He moans out and continues doing it but now faster and directly against my soaked pussy as my dress was ridden up to my thighs.

(The biggest lie I ever said)

Even deep down I knew this was going to end bad, but it was far too late. Well I mean I could just pull away right now? 

Yeah right....

(I just tripped and fell into his bed)

"Such a bad idea." He murmurs against my neck making me giggle.

"Too late now." I purr and smile as he leans in to kiss me again but with more passion, need, hunger.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts

I kiss back with the same intensity slowly feeling his hands go down my body, first groping my tits over my dress then trailing down my stomach. He immediately went down between my thighs and rubbed circles on my sensitive clit making me gasp against his mouth. "Miguel." I cry out but he slides his tongue in my mouth quickly shutting me up and making me melt into his touch.

(The biggest lie I ever said)

"Please-" I plead when he pulls away to kiss my neck again.

"Already so wet baby." He mocks, moving my panties to the side then slides two fingers between my folds leaving me a breathless, desperate mess.

My brain goes, "Ah"

I felt like I blanked out because suddenly he was pumping his fingers into me murmuring sweet nothings into my ears while I let out whimpers and moans, "faster."

"Patience baby." He says and pecks my lips as I felt my body shaking, just needing him to fuck me faster.

Can't hear my thoughts

I move my hands to his back, lightly scratching, trailing up and down, caressing his shoulders. "Please- I need you Miguel, I need you to make me feel good. You're the only one who can- fuck-!" I moan out then scream, scratching his back with my nails.

(I just tripped and fell into his bed)

He moved his fingers faster and started curling them up almost hitting the spot that always had me reaching me orgasm fast. I felt myself clench around his fingers making him moan as the sounds of my slickness filled my ears. "You've missed me then huh mami?" He whispers in my ear making me whimper and nod.

Thoughts

Blah

Thoughts

Blah

I let out bundles of whimpers as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, the all too familiar feeling rising in my lower abdomen. "Yes- yes I have." I moan out and move my hips as he went faster.

His fingers finally hit the spot repeatedly making me quickly reach my orgasm, "shit Miguel!!" I whimper as I come undone beneath him.

My whole body shook and I still felt my body shaking as he was slowing down, my breathing was calming down and I felt my eyes fluttering. Holy fuck.

"You did so good baby." He murmurs and leans in to kiss me softly.

I kiss him back moving my hands up to cup his face when I felt his fingers slip out. I felt my wetness drip down to my asshole and my legs continued to shake. I was speechless, I didn't think I'd cum that hard let alone have it be by him. He pulls away and brings his fingers to his lips, licking off every drop of my juices. "Mmm and you taste just as good." He moans out making me squeeze my thighs together.

"Nuh uh, spread them for me. I'm not done with you yet." He says making my eyes go wide as his brings his hands down to spread my legs for me.

[solaiced]

CASE 27: IORI UTAHIME'S DANCE CAPTURE YOUR EYES.

!content!: use of toys, dancer au, first date sex, overstim, and not beta’d (zarx watch out.)

wc: 1,066

solace: I’m not posting day 26, I’ve overestimated the amount of nagi fans💔.

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Iori Utahime is beautiful.

God, she was a helluva beauty. That's all you think when you see her dance. So graceful in all her moves, moving the way a river flows, a bird's wings glide in the air and a sun sets. You’ve thought of her as something unattainable, perfect.

But… you still approached her after a show, befriended her, asked her out for a date and was overjoyed when she accepted.

So, a dinner date later, you're both sat at the bar, tipsy and giggling. Her dark eyes rave over you, shot in hand and elbows propped up on the counter.

“So, why'd you ask me out?"

A normal question, but you felt like a creep as you answered, “I saw you at your dance show and thought you were very, very beautiful. And you? Why'd you accept?" Stoic, nonchalant and composed.

“Ah. I also thought you were gorgeous, kinda surprised someone who's so pretty asked me, of all people.” Utahime giggles, the sound so beautiful you wonder if you somehow dropped into an alternate reality where sirens existed and you were with one, seducing you. She downs her shot in one go and putting it down.

"No way," You're shocked, dio she not see her own beauty? “Your dances made you look so graceful, I didn't even know you were on the market. Honestly, I thought you'd flat out reject me..."

Her already flushed face turns even pinker. She's so cute when she's embarrassed. "Don't say that..." She mutters.

"But it's true." The rest of the night continued, Utahime ranting about her students and her annoying co-worker from Tokyo, and you adding a snide remark about him as she agreed.

When it was time to leave, you paid the bill, much to the woman’s chagrin, and left the bar.

“Hey, do you want me to call an Uber? You're really drunk..." You worriedly inquire, holding her giggling and stumbling form up with an arm around her shoulders.

“You know—hic!— you know what?” Utahime stutters, moving her raven hair out of her eyes.

"What?" Somehow maintaining composure, you respond, even though you felt your heart skip. “Drive me home. Or bring me home. It’s a first date, and yet, I can't resist." She melts on you, leaning on your shoulder. She was so... shameless, when drunk.

Unlike Sober Utahime, she didn’t hesitate to speak her mind.

“W-what-“ your eyes were wide like saucers, but she presses a finger to your mouth and shushes you clumsily.

"Shh… Can’t you see? I wan’ you.”

She swipes your bottom lip with her thumb, collecting your lipstick, one that you put on for this specific situation.

Her dark eyes stare at you, eyes glazed over and half-lidded. Holy shit. Were you really about to fuck such a gorgeous girl?

The answer is yes. Definitely. As you remove Utahime’s last article of clothing, the idea is nailed into your brain. Your throat bobs as you swallow, eyes raking over the raven-haired woman's nude body and looking away nervousy until you felt a hand tug on your pants.

You look at her curiously.

“What? I'm not gonna be the only nakea person here." Utahime

grumbles, crossing her arms and

“Alright,” you tease and quickly take off all your clothes. They join the woman’s discarded ones at the corner of the room.

"Good." Utahime hums, blushing as she watches you saunter over to her, “now, I’ll-“

"Get on the bed and take what I give you. I've got my own show."

Scary, is what she would describe the look in your eyes, “oh, and... The safeword is red. Just in case I get too eager.” Shit. She was really doomed.

"Agh-Ah!" Moans fall freely from Utahime's loud mouth as you put the wand onto her abused clit, clenching around the two-way silicone dick you shared with her.

Her hips desperately try to shake off your grasp, the pleasure so intense that she's running away from it.

Silly girl, you thrust the dildo farther into her, making her groan, did she really think she could escape you? Ha! That deserves higher vibrations on her nipple clamps.

Her tied up hands thrash above her, fighting the pleasure that was travelling through her clit and reddened peaks, sore from pinching and nibbling repeatedly.

“Ngh-no! Not the c-clamps!"

Utahime begs, legs trying to move but unable to, in this position. You had your left leg under hers and the right one over her left one, making her vulnerable to your attacks.

The toys were driving her insane, eyes crossing, legs shaking and back arching at the simultaneous stimulation. Even covered in sweat and cum, she looked ravishing.

You couldn’t even care about your pleasure, right now. All that matters is her. Her intoxicating taste flooded your tongue as you brought the wand to your mouth and liked it, moaning. She was so addictive. You had to fuck her more. More, more-

"P-Please! Slow down!" Utahime whines, gnashing her teeth tagether in pain - pleasure.

You listen, because she beefed so prettily, lessening the vibrators and pecking her lips gently.

She seemed to like it, bringing her arms behind your neck to somehow keep you close despite being binded by her own panties.

When you pull away, she whimpers eyes watery as you kept pushing your pussy against hers, bumping clits and thrusting the plastic cock deeper inside of her.

"I'm gonna cum-Ngh! Again!"

Utahime warns, shivering in delight when you soothingly caressed her hardened nipples.

“Good girl. Fuckin’ good. Cum for me.” You resume your torturous glides over her poor, oversensitive nub as she screams, quickly building up her nth climax.

She heaves, stuttering, “I’m-I’m gonna-!!” The rest of her sentence dissolves into a yell, her pussy releasing juices all over the bed, you, and her lower body. Your eyes widen, rapidly circling her clit to force her cum out.

"You-You’re crazy," Utahime shudders, voice trembling while she recuperates. “You're fucking crazy. Oh, god." She mewls as you blow air on her nipples.

"No more, please! I'll break!" She tries to push your head away as best she could with her bound hands, to no avail.

“Oh, babe… that’s the intention.” You smile evilly, still with a hint of kindness, of course. You wouldn’t dare make a beautiful girl like her suffer too much. And so, for the rest of the night, you made her dance.

[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing's Gonna Change My World

Ch. 8 - i sat on a rug (biding my time, drinking her wine)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Word Count: ~7500 Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader

Warnings:

THIS IS SMUT. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE SMUT, OR NOT BETWEEN THESE CHARACTERS, DO NOT TOUCH THAT KEEP READING LINK. Under 18? Please click out of this post! All characters here are in their early-mid 20s. things that happen: reader receives oral and it's cash money. Pav aesops a lot about healthy experiences. Gwen gets a little (or a lot OOC). also found on AO3 and Wattpad.

"I swear, I could have put the damn ring on Miles's finger myself after that!" gushes Gwen from her spot on your couch. She's tipsy, you're each on either your second or third hard seltzer, and your living room is starting to wobble and melt before your very eyes. "I would wholly support that," you agree. Gwen giggles in that overly familiar way, the one that tells you she's cooking up something wicked in that brain of hers. She leans in closer, slings an arm around your shoulder and peers at you through conspiratorially-squinted eyes. "So, (You), how's Pav?" she asks, a lilt in her voice that tells you there's definitely an ulterior motive to this seemingly innocent question. "Oh, he's great!" you reply, ducking out of wherever this is going. "He just raised another round of funding, so he's going to be able to expand his company more!" "That's great, but that doesn't answer my question," she says. "How. Is. Pav?" she enunciates. Her top two teeth peek out, pressing into her lower lip. You start to sweat, remembering the topic of conversation you'd been on. Gwen had given you the New York Times review of all the wild shit her and Miles had gotten up to since you last talked to her. You'd immediately learned that drunk Gwen has zero concept of propriety. "He is...the best, honestly," you deflect, but voice still deeply earnest. "I mean, can I ask for more than a handsome man with great hair who takes care of me when I'm sick, he even cleaned me up and—" "zzzzz, BORING!" Gwen shouts. She gives you a good-natured but maybe a tad too aggressive shove on the shoulder. "Skip to the good part, I want details!" "Gwen, I don't know if I should be—" you try to dissuade her. "Back when he was with Gayatri, we got trashed and she told me he was eating good, is that still true?" she whisper-growls with a saucy wink, in no way trying to lower the volume of her voice.

"Gwen!" you chide. Blood rushes piping hot to your face, heart absolutely banging off the walls of your chest. Gwen cackles maniacally and nearly spills her drink on your nice sofa. "Christ on a crutch, (You), your fucking face right now is precious! It's just a lil' girl talk, nothing here leaves this room, you get me?" she rambles. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't even know what to say about...about—" you stammer. "Oh come on! It's not like you're some kind of virgin or somethi—wait, holy shit, are you a virgin?" Gwen's eyes widen. You think she looks like a fish staring like that. "Oh my god, you're a virgin! That's so sweet!" she cooes at you. She reaches to pinch one of your cheeks. "No! No no no no, it's not like that! I'm not a virgin, definitely not, we just haven't—" you race to clarify, hands waving in front of your face. "Well what's the holdup, then? Are you guys trying to up the sexual tension? Are you saving yourselves for some special occasion or..." Gwen wonders aloud, before tapping her fingers together while her face morphs into a faux-dismayed expression. "You're not scared to be with him, are you?" "No way!" your rejection of the idea is immediate, emphatic. Gwen doesn't seem to have heard that, however, with the way she keeps on prattling.

"Like, I totally get it, he's Spider-Man, he's loaded, he's got some experience, he's really fucking attractive, that's intimidating and all for, like ninety-nine percent of everybody, but I promise he really wants to be with you too, you don't have to just fantasize when you—" "Gwennnnn, for Christ's sake, I do not fantasize about my boyfriend and—" you interrupt that very, very salacious thought. "What?! Why on Earth would you not? Who are you fantasizing to?? Is it Tom Holland??" Gwen questions in rapid-fire, face clearly scandalized. "What the fuck, Gwen. No," you deny. "I'm not fantasizing about any of these people, I'm not fantasizing, period." Gwen seems awfully confused by that statement. "But, how else is a girl supposed to get off by herself? I don't get it." You shrug your shoulders. "I don't know, I must be broken or something. I've never had an orgasm," you deadpan. "You what??" Gwen sits up ramrod straight, flabbergasted. "What?" a shocked third voice sounds outside the apartment. Followed immediately by a blur of red and blue at the window near your fire escape, and then a heavy crash. You and Gwen share an alarmed look for a moment. You can almost see the steam coming out of Gwen's ears, she marches over to the window, pulls it open, and with a terrifying force, yanks the eavesdropper into the apartment by the hair. "Ow, ow, shit!" the voice yelps. It's very familiar, you realize. Because it's your boyfriend. "Pavitr Prabhakar, you have five seconds to explain to me why in the fuck you were spying on our private conversation—" Gwen starts reading him the riot act. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..." Pavitr's groveling, apologies awkwardly spilling from his lips like a leaky P-trap. You don't stick around to hear them. You about-face and beeline to your room to curl up and die of mortification, only briefly stopping to consider that you just watched your seemingly-normal human friend drag a superhero into the apartment by the hair, like she might bring in a small bag of groceries. How much did he hear? Would he think worse of you? Did he hear Gwen talking about his— Nope, we're not doing this today.

You belly-flop onto the bed. Your pillow makes a great set of earmuffs, and doubles nicely as a dark cave to stick your head into while you hear Gwen and Pavitr arguing (more accurately, Gwen winning the argument in a one-sided fashion while your boyfriend tries and fails to form a coherent sentence) in the kitchen. Your head is spinning, dust kicking up from discussions put to the side for far too long that is now filling your lungs. You're not sure why you and him haven't talked about this, whether it was fear, nerves—

Was he scared of you?

You're not sure how long you're hiding there for, but there's one, two, three soft knocks, the squeal of your door-hinge, then, a dip in your mattress. You know it's Pavitr right away when you feel the soothing stroke of a hand on your upper arm.

"Can I hide under there too?" he softly asks.

The idea of your big, strong, superhero boyfriend being scared of Gwen Stacy makes you giggle (although it's not hard to be scare of Gwen Stacy, if you're honest with yourself). You lift the pillow up and make some room on the bed, he lays down on his side to face you, suit and all, save for his mask.

"I'm sorry if I said anything that was—" you begin.

"I'm sorry I was listening to your—" he talks across you.

You both pause. Pavitr sighs heavily and rubs his sore scalp.

"I deserved that," he admits.

"I'm not so sure you did. The direction that conversation was going was..." you trail off, you gesture vaguely in front of you, trying to communicate something to the effect of "cringe".

"You aren't broken," he says suddenly, determined.

You snap your head up to meet his eyes. They're serious and shine with resolve.

"I'm...I don't get it," you say.

"You're not broken for never having an orgasm. And I'm not convinced you can't," he explains.

You chew on the thought for a bit.

"I mean...I've tried on my own, until I just gave up. That sounds like a 'me' problem," you mumble.

"Look, I know you might not believe me, and I know you might not even be interested but..." Pavitr hesitates, runs his hand through his thick, black hair. "I'll give you one. Or as many as you want, I don't know. And I don't want you to worry about doing anything for me, or for anything to hurt, I just want...fuck, (You), my heart broke when I heard that," he admits. His mouth is wilted into a pained frown.

Your face droops, you hate the idea of sweet, sensitive Pavitr being sad on your account.

"Pav, I don't want to get your hopes up though, I feel bad already that with all of the—the bullshit in our lives I haven't taken the time to think about your own needs and—"

"No. You're the one who had three boyfriends that couldn't be assed with your needs, and were put in a situation where your choice was taken away from you, even though it didn't get anywhere," he cuts you off immediately with an open hand below your collarbone. "The only 'need' I have is the need to show you it can be so, so good when you're with someone who loves you. But only on your terms, only ever when you feel the time is right."

You feel the urge to turn away, but you can't resist Pavitr's puppy-dog eyes, the kind he gets when he sees a stray animal that he wants to adopt on the spot.

"You seem very invested in this," you tell him, like it's a strange idea. Should it be?

"I just wanna make my girl feel good" he cooes. He pulls your face against the hollow of his throat. "Hobie told you once that you could ask for whatever you damn-well wanted, and I wouldn't say no. He's not wrong, you know."

"So you are an eavesdropper!" you accuse him.

"Okay, the Amazing Spider-Man has a minor personality flaw, sue me," he snarks, but is sure to drop a kiss in your hair after the words leave his lips. "My point stands, though. If there's anything you ever wanted to try, I'd love to do it for you. That includes giving you your first orgasm. And your second, your third, your forty-eighth—"

"Forty-eight?" you gasp.

"That's really not that many!" he protests, which earns him a well-deserved flick to the forehead from you. "But, in any case, it's up to you. Like I told you when we first got together, all at your pace, sweet girl. If the thought strikes your fancy, just say the word."

"I'll think about it," you agree.

"That's all I can ask of you," he says, and brings your hand to his lips to kiss your palm.

---- The heat in Pavitr's room is stifling. The air conditioner isn't cutting it, you're in a tee and sleep shorts while he's shirtless in jeans, you only have the energy to watch an old sitcom on the bedroom TV while Pavitr works out the fatigue from your sore feet. You lay with your legs across his lap, hissing when the pad of his thumb digs in to your arch. "Darling, you have to start wearing actual shoes when doing big chores," he gently chastises you. "A slipper is a shoe," you argue back. Pavitr's thumb arcs up towards of the ball of your foot and you wince when he lands on a tender spot. "Your poor, abused feet don't seem to think so," he retorts. "Well, then you can make it better later with those magic hands of yours, mister 'I'm so good at everything'", you declare. Pavitr snickers, his thumbs find their way to the lower end of your calf, just above your ankle. "I'm good at a lot of things, dove, but not everything," he says in dulcet tones, one corner of his mouth quirked up just so. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the perfect amount of pressure his hands are putting on your leg. Maybe it's the silky feel of his voice when it resonates in your ears. But today, you start to notice a difference. You feel...aware, like a deep itch, well below the layers of skin, muscle, fat. A thirst, yet, your mouth feels full and cottony from the humid air of the room. "You're very good with your hands," you praise. The knot in your leg dissipates, and he moves on, this time pressing at the outer side, halfway up near the heart of the muscle. You exhale as he draws slow, deep circles into the tension there, it's achy, but it's pleasant, too. Pleasant in a way that makes your legs twitch, something that Pavitr doesn't miss under his thumb. "So I've been told. Among some other things," he purrs. This tone has always brought you to your knees when he used it, and he knows it. Today, however, the shiver you feel isn't the same as the others, instead of a nervous, delighted tickle, it curves lower, warmer, lingers a bit beneath your ribcage in a thick haze.

Pavitr lifts your leg by the calf, places an open-mouthed kiss over the imprint his thumb left there. Then, a second one next to it, intentional, calculated. The stuffiness of the room is so much you think you could scoop it into a glass and drink. "Pav..." you murmur. It's a little bit questioning, a little bit commanding, a little bit hesitant. The show's laugh track rings obnoxious in the background. "Sonu...you should take me up on that offer," he suggests. Or is it pleading? "...Right now?" you gulp. You can feel your pulse in your voicebox. "If you wanna," he affirms. "You don't need to do anything, just relax and...enjoy." The juncture of your thighs starts to feel uncomfortably sticky against the fabric of your shorts, you fight the urge to press them together. "What did you have in mind?" you inquire. Pavitr rolls over to kiss at your shin, then the inside of your knee before crawling up your body to level with your ear, you can feel his breath tickling the shell. "I think Gwen mentioned to you that I'm happiest when I'm eating well," he husks directly into it, and then traces the inner rim of it with the very point of his tongue. You shiver from the contact, from his words, the way they felt so close to your skin, or the teasing of his tongue, you're not sure which. You're definitely pressing your thighs together now. "Good luck with that. It's been tried, and hasn't worked," you warn him. You hate the idea of him doing all that hard work for no reward. Pavitr is nonplussed, he takes your face in hand to kiss you slow, beginning the dance you know well by now. "Did whoever was trying give you head for its own sake? Or were they trying to butter you up with oral so they could say they did before doing what they wanted?" he asks pointedly, one eyebrow quirked. You don't have to think about it for very long, you've never been given this on its own. Only before sex, and it'd be difficult to argue they were into it, or trying particularly hard to please you. "You're probably right. I don't think they were trying too hard at all. But I should have felt...something, right?" you wonder. Pavitr sighs and sadly shakes his head. "There's a world of difference if someone really wants take their time and make you feel good, instead of just half-assing it so you'll give in. It also helps to have...skill, which I can promise you, I have plenty of," he slips you a wink and licks his lips, and the subsequent jolt of thrill makes your core twitch. "All you need to know is that this is for you. I wanna give you oral because I love you, dammit. No strings, no bullshit, just very, very good head. I'll give you the best orgasm of your life, and it's going to be amazing. Sound good?" You worry your lip with your canine, thighs squeezing together at the image he's planted in your head. Pavitr waits for your reply patiently, he's not leering, his expression is fond, gentle. He's never led you astray before, so he wouldn't now, right? Right? "But...if I can't?" you trail off, leaving Pavitr to fill in the blank. He does, with ease, one hand takes yours and gives it a soft squeeze. "If something's not working for you, we can change it. If it doesn't happen today, then no hard feelings, we'll go back to what we were doing. Even if you don't orgasm, sex can still feel really good in and of itself," two of his long, elegant fingers walk along your arm while he talks, voice even and mellow. "And when you feel done, we'll be done. It's like a conversation, we go down a line, and change the topic when it feels right to," he explains, kisses your knuckles on the back of your hand. "I think I can get you there, I think you just weren't given a fair shake and need someone to actually try. But if it doesn't happen, we can try again another time. Or never, you're wonderful all the same." You exhale through pursed lips. "Okay, I'd like to try at least," you acquiesce. Pavitr nudges your chin with his hand. "Do you want to try? Or do you just feel like you should because I asked?"

You understand immediately what he's asking. His eyes are soft, but stern, he scans your face for any sign you are simply appeasing him, rather than agreeing of your own enthusiasm. He's searching for fear and apprehension where there should be desire, curiosity. You don't think you've ever been asked this, and while you can't say your past experiences were ever coerced, save for the circumstances under which you and Pavitr met, you're grateful that he's thinking of this.

"I do want to," you confirm. "I'm...nervous that I'll be disappointed again, but what you're offering feels different from what it's been like...before. You've never given me any reason not to trust you, and I'm ready to try if it's with you."

You smile up at your boyfriend, and Pavitr seems satisfied with this answer. His eyes darken further than the rich cocoa they already are, and he leans in to kiss your mouth deeply, explores every ridge, every surface of it with his tongue, a little preview of his repertoire.

"I am going to eat you up so well, for hours," he rasps directly into your ear, leaving you shuddering, getting even wetter at the seam of your shorts. "On my bed, on the kitchen counter, in my car, on my desk at work after everyone's gone home, every damn day if I have to until you come on my tongue. You deserve that much, dove." His lips ghost on the shell, then along the hollow of your throat, where he leaves gentle, slow little nips and sucks while he crawls back down your body.

You have enough sense to turn off the television before he's back over your legs, kisses and suckles getting closer and closer to the hem of your sleep shorts. Your breaths catch and stutter, each little contact a sweet torture that leaves you jumping under his mouth, your center grows slicker and you'd think he could smell you from here.

And then, to your surprise, he stops. He reaches behind you for one of the pillows.

"Lift your hips a bit for me, darling," he instructs, the tone of his voice honey-sweet.

You comply, confused, and he slides the pillow beneath them.

"What's this for?" you ask.

Pavitr grins brightly and plops a smooch on one kneecap.

"So my girlfriend is comfy, of course!" he says in a voice almost inappropriately upbeat for the situation.

Your heart melts at this thoughtfulness, never has anyone you know associated the word "comfy" with sex, but with someone as attentive as Pavitr, you're learning things can be different. Maybe those words should go together, you think.

Pavitr's nails catch on the waistband of your sleep shorts, they pause there.

"Yes?" he asks, looks to you for your assent through the dark curtain of his fringe.

You're frozen in time when you meet his eyes. It's not a particularly hard choice. It's easy enough to say no, sorry you're not ready for that. Or even ask if you can reschedule to next Wednesday, maybe work it in between the gym and your dentist appointment. He'd be happy to drop it and continue doing what you were doing, wait a hundred years if he had to. What sways you is when you meet his rich, coffee-colored eyes and there's no

want I want gimme give it lemme grab tug squeeze grab take have

You're so used to that by now. No, these eyes are soft, round, curious, even. Curious to know this part of you, to share this with you, a whispered secret on the breath of butterfly wings. To give you something that was always denied, see the way your face would light up when you got there. By the look on his face, you knew Pavitr wasn't lusting after you and what was under the shorts, no, he wanted to try, and you knew that he'd only ever try if it was for you.

"Yes," you affirm. There's no warble in the note of your voice.

Pavitr grins, lazily and closed-mouthed, hooks his fingers around the elastic and starts working the whole thing down in one shot, shorts and underwear all. Warm lips press to the bony cradle just above your mound, your hips twitch under their smack.

"Thank you for trusting me with your body, sweet girl," he says. "I promise you, you will not regret this."

The shorts are worked over your knees, your ankles, and then they're off. Your knees drop off to the sides, you ponder closing them for a moment, covering yourself up like the shy virgin you once were all that time ago. That thought doesn't get a chance to linger, as sloppy, sucking kisses are quickly alternating up your inner thighs, firm enough not to tickle, but enough for the muscle to tense beneath Pavitr's mouth with a yelp, the sensitive spot a direct line to your exposed core.

"Aanhh—" you whine as Pavitr gets closer and closer to where you'd really like him to be. He does get awfully close, the rounded point of his nose bumping against the juncture of your hip and thigh, the corner of his mouth brushing the curve of your vulva as he inhales, smiles. Suddenly, the really nice pressure is sadly gone, Pavitr's propped up on his elbows and gazing down between your legs, while you're slack-jawed huffing and puffing from arousal.

"You're really pretty here," he husks. He mouths at the soft swell just below your navel with deep mauve-colored lips, lets warmth curl up there.

"Why are you staring?" you whinge, averting your eyes.

"Why not? This part of you is divine," Pavitr waxes poetic. "And you deserve to be told as much, because it doesn't sound like you've been hearing it."

"Umm...thanks? I guess?" you sputter, incredulously. You want to shrink away from the compliment, but your boyfriend (your insufferable sap of a boyfriend) isn't having it.

"Shush, you," he jokingly chides, his breath hot against your delicate flesh. "Go away. Let me explain to my girlfriend that her pussy is perfect in peace."

"Pavitr, you're obnoxio—oh FUCK!" your words are cut off with a cry as your entire cunt is swallowed up in a sucking kiss, like the ones Pavitr had dotted along your thighs. There's nothing lazy or perfunctory about this, the suction is just right and there's nothing like the way his soft lips feel sliding against your intimate skin. He pops off with a wet, lewd smack that rebounds around the bedroom.

Pavitr snickers lowly at your reaction, and turns his head to take each of your lower lips between his, run his tongue along and beside the soft, fatty parts before delicately suckling the inner lips betwixt them. His next kiss finishes with a deep lick, one that parts your lower lips at the seam and makes you jump when a wet tongue brushes past your clit.

"Good?" he asks, an inquisitive arch on his brow as he attempts to get a glimpse of your face. His mouth doesn't leave your pussy, simply ghosts against it when he speaks. It's a hint of a touch that makes you prickle, teeny frissons along your spine from your core that sprout behind your ears.

"Very," you tell him, nodding furiously, hoping that will spur him to get on with it.

Pavitr smears a messy, affectionate kiss to the inside of your left thigh before securing his hands on the crests of your hips.

"Love you," he purrs. He nuzzles against the inner thigh with his cheek before returning to his work.

Pavitr treats you to a make-out session with your lower lips, his tongue and lips exploring every dip and curve he can find. Every flick, kiss, suck, even gentle tugs between his teeth carries intention, you can feel the weight of it in each stroke. This is not the same halfhearted attempts at the pretense of 'doing his part' you're used to, he's losing himself to the task, eyes fluttered shut behind the ebony drape of his hair as he drinks you down. It's the same way he moves his mouth when he takes a bite out of a ripe mango, your wetness dripping down his chin when he slurps on your sex. "Pavi....Pav...hah..." you wheeze. Your chest heaves in harsh breaths as a delicious, gentle heat stretches out low in your belly and finds a home there. Your boyfriend steadily continues to make love to you with his mouth, you can't resist locking your ankles together atop his upper back, he responds in turn by scooching your hips just that little bit closer, wanting as close to zero space between his tongue and your intimate flesh as possible. "Your taste, it's sofuckengood, fuck," Pavitr slurs into your cunt. You notice him shifting around just out of your field of vision. Is he...rutting his hips into the bed? Pavitr licks straight up your seam on the flat of his tongue, ends with a suck on your clit that's enough to pull it out of its hood. A sharp bolt of pleasure triggers your cunt to clench around nothing. "Holyshitholyshitdontstop" you babble to the room. Your feet kick out behind him, your hand that was bunching up the flat sheet flies to his shade-colored waves, tangles in the dense mop of hair to hold his face against your pussy. "That's the plan, dove," Pavitr rasps. He gets right back to it, delivering the same treatment to every part of your pussy. The two-o'-clock sunlight streams in rich sheafs through the window, it leaves amber dapples on his back that bend and stretch with every flex of his well-developed back muscles, they collect in the valley of his spine, the two little dimples that sit above his waistband.

This? This is nice. It's nice like this, the both of you laying here, embraced by the mid-day sun. Pleasure laps at you like waves at low tide, it's warm, warm like the sand between your toes. Your boyfriend is taking your pussy apart with his mouth, the touch of his tongue isn't teasing, neither harsh, nor lazy. It's earnest, steady, and oh is it affectionate, too. He's not here to pay some sort of toll or fee to access your body, he's basking in how wet you're getting for him, the plush of your skin against his lips, your heady scent, the sharpness of your flavor on his tongue. Pavitr's mouth cherishes this entire part of you the same way he does to the rest of you with his words. He's in no hurry, but he has no intention of making you beg or plead for your first release, he simply wishes to take you by the hand and lead you there, walk you to the door and kiss you goodnight at the threshold of a place you didn't believe existed. He knows the way, has learned the road well, and guides you there with no fuss. Yes, you think, this is nice. It starts out as a fullness, a pressure on the inside that makes you want to tighten up, squeeze around it and keep it from getting out. The pleasure sitting heavy in your belly becomes urgent, it sinks low, low, lower. The sensation is strangely familiar to you, but it's off. You feel like you're about to burst, about to— "Pavitr, stop, I'm gonna—I have to—" you reach with your free hand to stop him. Pavitr finds your hand with one of his, takes it and laces your fingers together.

"Hey. No, sweet girl, this is good. You're supposed to feel that. It means you're here," he explains, gives his head a shake so you can meet his eyes without his hair in the way. A thumb strums back and forth along the dorsum of your hand. "All you have to do is let it ride. I'll catch you, I always have," he reassures. Your head feels like it's full of bees, it feels like there's a water balloon sitting low in the cradle of your pelvis, it's scary, it's intimate, but you want more. "You promise?" you ask timidly. It seems silly to ask this of him, but you do anyway. Pavitr responds with a kiss, the softest one yet, to your lower lips. "Baby girl, I'd promise you everything," he almost growls into your pussy.

Pavitr renews his focus onto your clit, taking it between his lips and tracing upon it the outlines of flower petals with his tongue. He sups on you, over and over again, batters your pearl about with the point of his tongue, coaxing it out from its protective cloak with a please please oh please pretty please. He does not demand, he waits, arms outstretched. The fullness and urgency quickly returns, you clench down, breath held instinctively. You can't hold it anymore, you yank on his hair, and he moans into your vulva when he feels the sharp twinge on his scalp. You feel like you're going to pop and his face is right there eating you and he said he'd catch you and he's holding your hand when you pav pav pav please oh please pav i have to It's warm here The molten heat nested below your navel loses its shape, pours like molasses down your legs, between your ribs, to the points of your fingers and burbles at your throat. Warm, sticky, wet, spilling out of your core in a steady trickle. Your voice catches in a sigh, the floor of your ribcage drops as the tension eases away in a steady throb, you feel it in your cunt as Pavitr keeps on drawing mindless doodles over your clit with his mouth. It's not fireworks, it's not an explosion, it's sunrise on the roof, three o' clock on the beach in July, it's hot chocolate in December, sticky sweet affection poured into you through your sex and spilling out over the edges. It's a safe place, a joyful place, bubbly, bright, and warm. A place, a home he built for you beneath your skin, in a grove you've been too wary, too exhausted to claim as your own. He presses the key into your palm, at long last, and you are all too happy to invite him inside, in that space between your ribs. Your eyes flutter shut as a gentle tongue laps slowly, soothingly at your swollen flesh, cleans up your release as you give yourself over to the ebb of the tide. Lips tenderly trail up your mound, your navel, your sternum, your nose. Hands cup your face as the lips find purchase on your forehead, your unfocused eyes open to fuzzy strokes of bronze, charcoal, ivory. "Yes, Ahava, hello. Hi," Pavitr purrs. Your eyes adjust, the blotches of color wend into a familiar form, and there he is. He's positively glowing, both with a fondness and pride, not of himself, but for you, like he's swallowed down the sun itself. His chin and mouth bear a fine gloss from your wetness. "Whazzat? Pav?" you burble, your tongue fumbling with the words. You find that you've been curiously transformed into a pile of mush, your corporeal form broken free of its solid container.

Your boyfriend chuckles above you, and brushes a few downy hairs off your forehead where sweat holds them down.

"How's that orgasm treating you?" he smugly inquires. "...S'nice," you slur, not quite realizing how dopey your face must look. "Kinda feels like I have to pee." Pavitr covers his mouth with his hands to hide his laughter. "Alright, well, you hang tight and enjoy the afterglow, beautiful. I just need two seconds to take care of something real quick," he says. You watch as he reaches over the side of the bed and fishes around for something. "Where are you going?" you ask, a wave of sadness and worry coming over you, remembering past partners who would never stay when the act was said and done, leaving you to your feelings. "Nowhere, silly," he teases, tongue stuck out. "Just gotta make a wardrobe adjustment, then all the snuggles you can handle, I promise." You find yourself unable to reply when he works his jeans off of his hips, and the boxer-briefs with them. The tips of your ears heat up like a gas grill when you're given a generous glimpse of prominent hip bones, lithe, defined quads, and an absolutely sumptuous ass that makes your mouth water, you resist the urge to sink your teeth into it. "Hey, Pavitr, I can, 'yanno, return the favor," you offer. "Oh, that won't be necessary," he quickly replies as he skips the boxer briefs and pulls on a pair of sweats he'd left on the floor. A hint of something you can't put your finger on tinges the timbre of his voice, and that's when you notice the flush in his cheeks. Oh.

"Pav...did you...?" you hesitate to say it out loud, your brain refusing to form the words. Pavitr crawls up the bed next to you, immediately rewarding you with the tightest, most perfect snuggle he's ever given you. You're face to face, noses but a hair's breadth apart. "As a matter of fact, I did," he admits, turning his cheek into the pillow. "Knowing I was giving you this experience and seeing how much you were enjoying it, it was so damn erotic and I couldn't help but go off the edge with you. Imagine that, being the woman that made Spider-Man come in his pants by just being." "Well, I'm glad I could do that for you," you jape. Your head feels less foggy, the afterglow abating to something cozy and secure, nicely contained in Pavitr's hold. "I'm glad I could do this for you," he counters with a tap of a finger to your nose. "This was all for you, anyway, you owe me nothing. I knew you could do it, and I'm so proud of you. You just needed a patient hand. Or tongue," he winks. "You're insufferable," you groan, burying your head against his bare chest. Pavitr chortles and kisses the top of your head. "I'm talented. And I have many, many orgasms to make up for," he rebukes. His voice feels like silk, it's dripping with ego and it makes your mouth go dry. "Hopefully they're all like this one was. I keep hearing that it's supposed to be...erm...explosive, but this one was just...nice," you comment. Pavitr considers this a moment, and then you know you fucked up when you see his lips quirk into a wicked grin, a devilish gleam in his eye as one hand tightens its grip around your bare hip. "I see...say, I don't think I ever returned the favor for that upside down kiss you gave me when we met," he muses aloud. "No, I don't believe you did," you confirm, wondering where he's going with this. "Oh..." he rises to a kneel on the bed, the covers falling away to expose your calves. "Then I guess now might be a good time to do just that," he proposes.

"What do you mean by tha—ohgod!" you yip, as Pavitr uses his enhanced strength to pull you down the bed by your ankles, and then hoist your thighs all the way up to his ears, his hands settling on your hips. You're nearly suspended entirely upside-down and he's immediately ravaging your sensitive cunt with this mouth, lewd smacks rebound around the room as the blade of his tongue digs deep between your lower lips. "Jesus fuck, Pav, why are you so good at everything?" you whine, your heels thumping against his back, an expression of the pleasure rapidly coursing through your body. Pavitr doesn't reply to this, only hums an acknowledgement into your pussy. At this angle, the extra pressure from his face on your clit does a lot of work, and being manhandled by your superhero boyfriend like a ragdoll...yes please. His fingers curl into the flesh of your thighs, his lips lathe aggressively at your inner lips and clit, you can only watch as he pulls his head up just enough to tug at them with a firm suck that makes something deep in your core light up like Christmas, and then releases them with a salacious pop before going right back in to swallow, to consume, to lap you up until there's nothing left to. Pavitr's playing for keeps this time, he's not looking for a gentle release, he wants to give you the orgasm you've only heard about in stories, one that knocks you on your ass that you'll still feel the next morning. He's nothing if not a show-off, and that trait of his is on full display.

"Pavitr Prabhak—ah!" you moan, your legs flailing behind him. "You smug jackass! It's not faaaaaaair!"

Your kicking and screaming (literally) does nothing. Pavitr doesn't let up, his lips and tongue devour and his face smashes into your pussy in relentless pursuit of your climax. You squirm, but his mouth chases, and with you upside down in what you would have never expected the Spider-Man kiss to entail, you're helpless to stop it, vulnerable and ripe for the taking. But you're safe. Cared for. Loved. You can feel it in how his grip on you is gentle enough to leave no marks, the way his thumbs stroke over the skin there. The way he bends forward just enough to keep your head and shoulders on the pillow so you won't hit them on anything, or get dizzy. This scene is filthy, pornographic even with his athleticism, but as your second peak of the night comes hurtling at you, neither of you have ever felt more in love than you do right now. You have trusted him with your body in all ways like you rarely have before, and he's more than shown you he's worthy.

You come with a shout, you clench hard on empty space until you can't, it feels like a sneeze, an insane blossom of pure ecstasy from your center that blooms in a riot of red, pink, yellow, orange behind your eyelids. You feel your cunt gushing, squirting even, followed by an immense relief. Your heart pounds in your ears, your ribcage struggles to expand and contract with your breathing, it feels like you're flying, soaring in the wind. There's a fizzling, tickling feeling creeping along your arms and legs and worming its way into your brain, your pussy feels aflame, overtaxed despite the calming strokes Pavitr is now using to soak up your juices. Your abs feel sore, and you feel physically and emotionally drained, the overstimulation hits all at once, and—are you crying?

"Awww little love, it's okay. Come here, darling, I've gotcha, shhhh," Pavitr's voice breaks through the swell of emotions frothing in your chest, he sets your legs down and bundles you close beneath the blankets. "You've been through a lot of new things today, sonu. You're overwhelmed, it's completely normal and your mind just needs a minute to sort itself out," he explains, you turn your head to see all traces of mischief gone from it, only soft features remain. The flat of a hand drags up and down your spine, warm lips dot squishy kisses along your cheek and temple. "I—I thought I was broken," you blubber. "I've been trying for years." "Not broken at all, no ma'am, I even double checked," he quips with a wink. It makes you snort and you can't stop yourself from swatting his chest. "You simply hadn't been shown how sex is supposed to be: none of it works if you're not feeling safe or secure first," he says more seriously. The blunt edges of his nails slowly drag along your back, scratching carefully, it's deeply satisfying and it makes you feel calm.

"So you're saying I couldn't for so long because...I wasn't feeling safe?" you ask, past memories starting to click into place.

"Mmm, precisely so," Pavitr hums. An unhurried kiss is fluttered against your lips, the flavor a bit different than the ones before, you wonder if it's you that you're tasting. "Sex is art, dove. It doesn't just come down to technique, if your mind is worried or not feeling cared for, you're not going to be able to be vulnerable with yourself enough to feel good, or your partner, for that matter. Your partner needs to be invested in your experience, and not as a means to an end for them," he explains, his nose nuzzling yours now. "That means taking the time to make you comfortable, listening to you and instead of rushing you through, and for fuck's sake, they need to give proper aftercare, Jesus," he finishes his rant with a grumble. The protective hold around you tightens, cuing you to snuggle closer into your boyfriend.

"Aftercare...is that why I got upset when an ex went to play video games when we were done?" you ask, everything suddenly making so much more sense.

Pavitr shudders and pulls you even closer, if that were possible, you burrow into his chest. Your legs tangle together under the blanket as he kisses the space between your eyebrows.

"Oh my God, why are men like this," he mumbles under his breath. "Yes, aftercare is making sure your partner is feeling okay and safe after you're done. Sex is intense, physically and emotionally, and if they weren't making the effort to take care of you like this after, it's no wonder you didn't have any fond memories of it. I hate that those were your first experiences, but that will never happen again, I can promise you that."

"Oh...so right now, this...this is aftercare?" you ask shyly. You think it sounds silly at your big age to be asking this, but since you're both putting everything on the table, you might as well learn for the future.

Pavitr senses the discomfort and tips your chin up to meet his eyes. They're still sparkling, but carry a stern edge to them.

"Hey, there are no dumb questions with me," he firmly reassures, his eyes softening further. "Yes, this is one way aftercare can look. It can also mean things like...like rubbing their back, or watching a movie they like together. Maybe even taking a bath with them or giving them a massage, just little things to reassure them and help them come down gently from an intense moment. It's the best part, in my book," he purrs.

You're inclined to agree. You're all tuckered out, your limbs have definitely turned to jelly with no chance of reconstitution, you feel buzzy on the inside in the best way, and it's warm and toasty here under the blankets, tangled up together, his bare skin on your cheek. You're basking in each other's afterglow and he's lavishing as much affection on you as he's got to offer, there's nothing closer, nothing better than this. Well, except maybe one thing...

"Can we...can we take a bath too?" you suggest, uncertainly.

Pavitr scrunches up his round nose as his eyes wrinkle at the corners.

"You act like I'd say no to that. Of course we can, dove!" he exclaims. "You're the one who had her first two orgasms in a row, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't let you pick?" he's already hefting himself off the bed to carry you there himself.

"Together with me?" you kiss at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, all you can reach from his hold, your feet dangle limply in the bridal carry. Pavitr looks down on you with a besotted expression.

"I like the sound of that," he cooes in your ear as you cross the room. "And I wanna wash your hair with my shampoo again, I loved smelling it on you the next morning."

"But Pav, your shampoo is expensive!" you protest.

"You just had a screaming orgasm, like, ten minutes ago, let me spoil you at least a little," he counters. He nudges the door open where it's ajar with a hip check, being sure not to jostle you.

"That's already spoiling me!" you argue.

Pavitr laughs, deeply kisses your mouth like he did your center, and closes the bathroom door behind him with his heel.

[impulsiveky]

gh... I have been having thoughts of c!Tango and c!Jimmy but it's like 50 thoughts and I can't even put it into words. Like, my god... (P.S. very self indulgence, I use "I, me" and ect in this, oh and trans .. reader? Either or. Something I had to get out before it left.)

I don't know, I kinda just wanna be between them, you know? Snuggle up into them. I bet Tango runs hot, laying on top of me while Jimmy is underneath the two of us and getting squished but it's not like he minds when he has the two of us laying on him.

I feel like Jimmy's wings would flutter and he'd make trilling noises because he's pleased with this little cuddling session that's happening. I also think he would wrap his wings around the two of us because before we even hopped onto the bed, he had to make a nest for us. (I feel like Jimmy probably was like a pigeon with making nests, until Tango came in and taught him a bit on how to really satisfy his avian side with his nest building skills.)

I think Tango would purr, the vibration rumbling through his chest while his tail wraps around my leg, feeling up the skin. His flames have cooled down, since he isn't really thinking about anything and nor is his mind going through fifty ideas at once. He's relaxing and cuddling into me and Jimmy.

Hm... Maybe if Tango's feeling like it, he trails his hand down into my boxers and rubs at my tdick, feeling it pulse and throb underneath the tips of his fingers as he circles my cock head. Oh, Jimmy doesn't know though. He's a bit too content with the warmth and his own melting brain.

Tango doesn't even mean to do it, he just likes rubbing something with his fingers. Playing with something, and his hands are on me now. His purring starts to get louder, and he rubs my dick a bit more harsher, making sure I feel it and oh trust me, I do feel it.

Then he takes his hand out of my boxers and I whine, but that quickly gets replaced with a gasp as Tango wraps his arms around my waist and pulls us off Jimmy, onto our sides. Jimmy caws, his eyes widened and now his wings were ruffled because his two mates just got off him! What the heck?

Tango doesn't care though, he moves my boxers down to my thighs so he can see my cunt and he coos, starting to rub his fingers through my folds and gathering my wetness. I'm exhausted though, and I don't fight back, I wouldn't anyway.

He huffs and pushes me onto my back and now Jimmy realizes what's happening, poor Tango got all riled up and really wants a taste of some boypussy. It doesn't take him much time to spread open my folds and lick right through them, already beginning to lose his mind from how slick I am.

Jimmy on the other hand scoots closer, besides me and trails a hand over my chest. Trailing over my surgery scars and trailing it even lower, and lower to where he rubs the tip of his middle finger around my cock. "Does that feel good, birdie?" He says in a hushed voice.

"Sh, sh. Don't speak, you don't need to right now. Just give in, let Tango eat your hole and let me satisfy this cock of yours, 'kay?" And he doesn't really need a response but I nod to at least tell him that I understand.

"Good birdie..." He kisses my temple, and looks down at Tango, chuckling at his other lover. "He's really desperate... Look at him, practically devouring you. I'm surprised he hasn't chomped down on you yet because he really looks like a beast devouring his meal."

Jimmy joked around, but I kept moaning because fuck- Tango's tongue is inside my hole now, basically tongue-fucking me and prodding at my sweet spot. Jimmy's finger keeps up his agonizingly slow pace on my cock, he loves feeling it pulse and loves it even more when I attempt to buck my hips up. But Tango growls, slapping his hands onto my thighs and pushing my hips back down on the bed so he can dig deeper into my cunt.

His nose was pressed up against my pubes, smelling in my natural scent deeply now. Tango was almost fully drunk and intoxicated with how good I tasted and smelt that Jimmy had to pull at his fiery hair. "Take some deep breaths, my rancher."

Even if Jimmy called him his favourite pet name, he growled and barred his teeth before shaking himself out of Jim's loose hold and going back to devouring my hole which was soaked in saliva, my cum and my slick. "So greedy... Not like you really mind though. You're loving the pleasure, pretty baby. Pretty birdie."

My moans start to increase in volume, my legs wrapping around Tango's head and my heels dug his head deeper into my hole, I was basically suffocating him but Tango didn't mind. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his eyelids were hooded and he couldn't stop because why would he?

"Oh, oh– are you- are you coming? Okay, yeah. Cum in Tango's mouth I wanna see your cock jerk while I rub it. I wanna see you fill Tango's mouth with cum. There- uh-huh, there we go. There we go! Just like that-"

I came from Jimmy's words and Tango ruthless thrusting and after a few more seconds. Jimmy stopped rubbing my dick, though Tango took more time to really release himself.

Jimmy looked at him up and down, the t-shirt he was wearing was absolutely soaked in cum and he could see his chin, mouth and neck glistening. "Are you okay?" And Tango responded with a nod.

I spoke through some stuttered breathing, asking if Tango needed any help but he laughed it off. "No, no... I- I uh. I had my pleasure." Me and Jimmy looked down at his boxers, his crotch was wet and damp with his own release and Jimmy couldn't help but laugh. "I guess we both have that in common."

I looked at Jimmy's boxers and his were a mess too. They both looked back at me and had me sit up, drinking some water and removing my boxers that were on my ankles and throwing them to the side. Jimmy got up to get clean boxers. They can just set a blanket on the bedsheets and clean it up tomorrow, right now. They are all satisfied with cuddling up once more and actually not doing anything.

[whoseyouare]

WHOSE YOU ARE. pete and berg

word count: 1.2k

first chapter, very nervvy. also every chapter is based on a song i think fits them. this one is based on whose you are by jake minch!!

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"i really want this to work.." i mumble, half-drunk in the apartment, looking over at pete, the sun setting through the windows making him look almost golden. i want to tell him how beautiful he looks in this light.

"hm..? who?" he turns and looks over at me, our knees are touching and it's sending tingles throughout my whole body.

"i've tried to tell you this so many times.." i lean my head back on the back of the couch and turn my head and look at him taking a breath.

"i'm sorry," he looks confused.

"no.. but you don't know what it's like, man.." our eyes meet.

his eyes crinkle as he smiles. "trust me, there's been a lot of girls that i've fallen for that didn't feel the same.."

"no.. pete," i look away and sit up, leaning my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands. "this is.. different," i can't seem to find the words to tell him. "it's not.. a girl." i run my hand through my hair and stand up. i don't want to see the look on his face.

"oh.. oh." i can feel his eyes on me as i go to the fridge to grab another beer.

"i'm really sorry, i know i should've told you earlier, but i just couldn't.." i finally turn around and look at him. i scan his face, searching for any emotion on his face. the cold beer in my hand is the only thing keeping me grounded at this point.

"who is it..?" he finally asks, a small smile on his face— relief flowing through my body.

"yeah, i'll tell you all about him when i'm dead." i chuckle and rub the back of my neck, looking down before meeting his eyes. it's taking almost everything in me not to tell him how i've been feeling about him for months. "you're not.. mad?"

"what? oh my god, berg. no, no, no.." pete automatically comes towards me, his hand reaching out for my upper arm. i want to pull away from him. to stop myself from falling further and further for him. but i can't, i melt into his touch and look at him. "who you are– who you're interested in.. it doesn't matter to me, berg.. you're still my best friend. unless you start hanging out with your new boyfriend more than me," he chuckles but i can tell he's a little serious.

"thanks, man.." i say, his hand lingering on my shoulder. "and i would never," i smile, diverting my gaze to the beer in my hand as his leaves my arm. the condensation already settling around my fingers as i pop the tab to the can. “you want another one?” i ask him, gesturing to the beer in my hand.

“yeah, sure.” he smiles softly and goes back to the couch. i open the fridge, my brain finally registering that i just came out to my best friend, i know i can never tell him that he's the one i was talking about, but at least he knows now. the feeling of the cold air from the fridge hitting my face grounding me yet again.

sharon bursts through the door making me jump and slam the door to the fridge before turning on my heel to look at her. “jesus, sharon. ever heard of knocking?” i walk over to the couch, tossing petes beer in the air. i can’t help but watch as his fingers wrap around the can when he catches it. 

sharon stomps to the bathroom before quickly returning with a roll of toilet paper. “how many times do i have to tell you guys to buy your own toilet paper?” she scoffs. i watch as she leaves and i sit on the couch next to pete, my arm resting on the back of the couch behind his head. 

pete glances over at me, “are you going to tell her?” he asks before taking a sip of his beer as if it were a casual thing.

“i don't know.. i mean if i ever get into a serious relationship with a guy– i guess i would have to. but right now i don't see the point.. you know?” i grab the remote, having to remove my arm from behind him.

“yeah, i guess you’re right,’ i feel his gaze on me, “but seriously.. do i get to know anything about him?” he asks, his gaze shifting as i lean back. 

i flip through the channels, “not yet.. i mean i've known that i’ve liked guys since high school but its never been like this–”

he’s still looking at me, “yeah, i get that. just know that i’m here when you’re ready.” his tone makes me wish i could tell him all about how i’ve been falling in love with him since the day we met.

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we spend the rest of the night just watching tv and i end up with my arm fully around him. i swallow hard as he lays his head on my shoulder, i look down at him and watch as his chest rises and falls, i notice the soft snores escaping his mouth.

i glance over at the clock a little while later to check the time to see it’s 10:43 p.m. “pete..” i move my arm from around him and his head falls onto my chest before he leans back up disrupted by his change in position.

“oh, sorry,” he grumbles, rubbing sleep from his eyes and standing up. he looks down at me. “what time is it?” he yawns, grabs the empty beer cans from the coffee table, and walks over to the trash before tossing them in.

“10:45.” i say, glancing at the clock again.

“dont you have class in the morning?” he turns around and i find it impossible to look away from him as he runs his fingers through his hair. how he looks in our living room when it's completely dark and just the television is shining on him; his eyes seem to reflect the light just the right amount for me to get lost in them.

“oh– no, not until the afternoon,” i stumble over my words, and if he asks about it i'd just blame the alcohol, but he doesn't. 

“alright, i got an early one tomorrow so i’ll try not to wake you,” pete says as i stand up to stretch and yawn, i go over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and notice he still hasn't gone to his bedroom yet. i turn around and he pulls me into a hug “thank you for telling me,” i stand in shock for a second before wrapping my arms around him, letting myself have this moment, sinking into his touch. 

“of course, man..” i say once he's pulled away from me, his hands still lingering on my shoulder. “you're my best friend.” i cringe at the words.

“g’night, berg..” he slaps my shoulder softly before pulling away and running his hand through his hair.

“night, pete.” i watch as he goes into his room and i turn to lean over the sink, letting out a breath.

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I've been starting to feel strange, wanting to call my partner Daddy in public more often. It feels like a fever dream, almost unnatural. I find myself craving to suck cock especially while I'm drunk or high, the idea of using my tongue to warm up my partner's cock, even though I'm not the best is weirdly hot. I can feel something changing every time Daddy my partner fucks me. It feels like my brain is changing? Is my Daddy partner drugging me to fulfill his needs, melting my brain by using me like a fucktoy slut? He's gotten rougher with my pathetic body, bruising my tits and my worthless neck, I hope people know I'm okay with how I'm being a good slut puppy for daddy treated...oh God, Daddy's melted my mind to the point where I can feel my IQ slipping. I'm starting to forget things more frequently, and I can barely keep the thoughts of him using my slutty holes away while I cook or clean, even at work the thoughts plague my mind. But through it all I feel almost overjoyed. Daddy's done this for me, he's turned me into his bimbo. I have less to worry about while Daddy takes care of me. He makes sure the only thing I have to think about is his big, juicy, dick. I'm so excited for him to get home, so he can use every hole I own! I'm gonna go crazy, I'm so needy, I'm going to send Daddy a lil picture of me, to show him what I want without using words, using words are for smart girls, And I'm a bimbo!