#innocent angel emoji

[drfetusdaily]

what is he afraid of the most i'm curious of what really makes him feel fear to you

Injuries

Warpzones

Being beat up by Bandage Girl

The aftereffects of ascending into a god, only for it to be ripped away, the sickness you feel, the stars that you see, the mind that you lose, the yearn to be something, everything, once more.

The realization of how you have spent your life, forever worthless, always unloved, and hating everyone for it, instead of finding your own love the whole time. Realizing how because of your actions, you'll never get the love you always want. Realizing that to you, any attention is good attention. Realizing how badly it hurts when someone actually loves you for once, but youre unable to. Realizing the people around you... DO care, but you've never noticed it.

The feeling of dread that comes with realizing one day you will be nothing, and all your work, plans, actions, behavior, anger, hatred, love. Will be for nothing.

And theres no saying when his universe may shatter again. This time not by his hands. Knowing that despite his "hatred" he'd do anything to protect them when the end times come.

Spiders

yknow, the usual.

[micr0w4ve]

BITCH WHEN!!!!

death note fnaf au where beyonf is in place of michael and L is his brohter and bb kills him in the bite of h83 and watrari ispurple guy

[dirt-goth]

WHEN will we finally get a blushing angel emoji 🙄🙄🙄

[sinful-lanterns]

GOING LIVE!

synopsis: (camgirl AU) collaborating with various ptn women for your streams.

featuring: eleven, deren, bianca, shawn, angell

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom characters, adult se.x work, camming, fing.ering, strap ons, exhibition, voyeur.ism, deren grows a di.ck, oral, toys, mast.urbation, doggy style, riding, lap se.x, pet names, praise, masked se.x, belly bulge, may be ooc.

art credits: my drunken boss

ELEVEN

With your back pressed against Eleven and her fingers working like magic on your clit, your breathless whimpers were picked up by the microphone in front of you and left hundreds of viewers waiting on bated breath. The audio quality was astounding thanks to the help of Eleven’s professional equipment, but you couldn’t really fawn over it yet because of how good Eleven’s fingers felt plunging into your hot, slimy folds… 

“Welcome back to our Saturday Night special on Call at 3 AM…” Eleven didn’t even seem fazed by the speechless silence coming from you as she was too busy making sure the stream was perfect, “Joining me today is a woman that many of you…heh…are familiar with…” She gave you a soft smile before grabbing onto the camera and making it zoom closer on your face, the viewers instantly spamming the chat with heart emojis and bounties of cash, already kicking your night off with a plethora of fans.

“…Oh my, it seems that my viewers recognize you already.” Eleven cooed, using her free hand to tilt your head back to her before kissing the shell of your ear. As you were distracted, she grabbed the head of the camera and tilted it downwards to focus more on your cunt, the audience getting a high quality view of Eleven’s fingers sinking into your wet, velvety walls. 

The squelching noises picked up from the mic were so lewd. So intimate. For a woman as innocent as Eleven seemed, she definitely knew what she was doing. “Let me hear those moans, pretty girl. I know you can be as loud as the lips down here.” She giggled and teased your entrance with another finger, the tip swirling little circles around your folds before slowly inching in. Right away your leg flinched at the third intrusion, walls spreading to accommodate all three of Eleven’s fingers while she wormed her way inside of you. Even if she couldn’t feel any pleasure herself, you could hear Eleven’s breaths falter as she felt you tighten so sweetly around her fingers. 

“Oh…baby…” Eleven nearly whimpered, her voice making you quiver as she began thrusting her hand up and smacked her palm against your clit, “Enjoying yourself on my fingers? Our fans certainly are…” 

She smiled and adjusted her hold on you so that your back was pushing harder against her breasts. Though currently overwhelmed with the sensation of Eleven’s lithe fingers curling up against that tiny spot you adore, you could feel just how turned on she was by how stiff her nipples were against your back. If you could turn around and suck them in your mouth you would, but she kept a firm grip on your hips and made you face the camera for all to see. Your craving for her breasts will have to wait…

“Uh uh…eyes on the camera, my good girl…” Eleven purred, eyes going half lidded at your adorable expressions, “Everyone wants to see you…give them a show why don’t you…? She laughed and pushed her fingers even deeper than they’ve ever been before, ripping a moan right out of your throat like a primal growl deep within. “Mmpf…right there, baby? Yeah? You like that…?” 

She giggled and continued thrusting her digits faster, finger fucking you until all the chat could hear were your desperate little whines and Eleven’s slaps against your ass. “You’re such a natural at this…look at how many patrons are paying for our show, sweetie…”

Eleven groaned huskily before licking the side of your cheek, suddenly pushing you down on the bed with your ass up and stomach pressed against the sheets. “Don’t worry, chat…for tonight’s 3 AM special, we’ll be going all the way until dawn…. So hang tight, grab some lube, and just enjoy the show…” She winked playfully at the camera before hovering above you and caging you beneath her. “Stay like this for a little while longer, okay baby? We’re gonna be here for quite a while…” 

She kissed your cheek before you felt the thick, stiff prodding of her strap push against your already sopping entrance, the rest of the night a dizzy blur, as all you could see were Eleven’s hair curtaining your head, and the spam of donations coming from the chat…

DEREN

“Ah, well would you look at that. Our first donation of the night and I haven’t even done anything…” Deren smiled lazily as she was currently laying against the bed with you on top of her, completely naked while Deren only wore her jacket and her boxers. Though she was just a director, she was also excellent at filming too, her hands steady on the camera while she gave all your viewers a mouthwatering shot of you about to ride Deren like no tomorrow. 

“No strap. Boring?” Deren chuckled as she read one particular comment from the stream. “Oh, I’ve got something way cooler than a strap.” 

Using her special sinner abilities, Deren was able to conjure up a growing cock from underneath her boxers, stretching the muscle against the cloth of her underwear, until you inevitably freed it by yanking the elastic down. Like a spring, it bounced up due to how hard it was, the blood immediately rushing to the tip and making Deren groan with pleasure. “Fuck…” she licked her lips as she made eye contact with you from behind the camera, the live chat going crazy as no one has ever seen anything like this before. “I shouldn’t have envisioned it so hard already…” 

Yet although Deren was groaning to herself, you on the other hand were smirking and staring smugly at the camera. You were excited to collaborate with Deren for this exact reason; her S-Class sinner abilities that allowed her to make anything she fantasized into a reality. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and drool at it, babe?” Deren rested her hands behind her head and looked up at you, chuckling, “Or are you gonna ride me like you promised to…?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deren’s smug attitude but decided to play along. As you angled your body to face the camera more clearly, you grabbed onto the base of her shaft and gave it a few, steady pumps, feeling along the girth and length of it. “Like it? I tried thinking of a size that best fit you,” Deren hummed, finding pleasure in the way your fingers wrapped around her stubby base. You nodded, clearly excited to get to the main course of your stream and show everyone just how good you could please another woman. Hovering just above her cockhead, you playfully ran your thumb over the tip before nestling it between your entrance, breath hitching as you slowly sank down on her length. 

“Shit…” Deren suddenly cursed under her breath and weld her eyes shut, the feeling of your warm, hot pussy enveloping her making her head go dizzy with ecstasy. “Haven’t even started and you feel like heaven…” 

She tried to play off the amount of pleasure she was feeling but couldn’t resist releasing a small moan when you sank all the way to the base. With just a bit of spit, lube and foreplay, you were already opening up so wonderfully for her, tight walls gripping at Deren like your life depended on it, all the while the director kept a firm hold on the camera. Despite her professionalism in this line of work, her hands were trembling from how good you made her feel, causing the livestream footage to be a little shaky…

“Heh…the watchers love you,” Deren comments, trying to avert your attention away from how pathetic she was being. “Why don’t you start riding me now? The audience is getting antsy for some action.” 

She attempted to relax back against the pillows, before you suddenly bounced on her hips and made her choke on her spit. Instantly, it felt like she was going to pass out from how good she felt, your pussy swallowing her in and out every time you bounced on top of her. “Oh…b-babe…” her face went red with pleasure as the comments immediately flooded in, cooing over how cute you looked riding your director’s dick. 

‘Not so smug now, are you?’ You couldn’t help but think, smiling before letting out the moans you held in while Deren’s fat cock plugged you whole. Sure, Deren was a professional when it came to shooting films and movies, but she sure as hell was inexperienced when in the place of the actor. As more donations and comments flooded in your comment section, you could only smile and listen to every suggestion Deren had to read; cockrings, sucking her off, fleshlights…? Oh, you were certainly going to have a fun time with your dearest director….

The poor woman was going to be an amateur at something after all…

BIANCA

With a shaky camera lens and Bianca’s eyes attentively focused on you, you sat sprawled out in front of her with a dildo in your hands currently thrusting into your cunt. When Bianca said she was an expert in filming things thanks to her job as a reporter, you believed her and let her collaborate with you on set. However, now that you actually had her helping you film one of your livestreams up close, you could see that Bianca’s “professionalism” was starting to slip through the cracks the more she watched you. 

“A-Ah…you’re doing great!” Bianca’s voice cracked, sweat starting to drip down her face as she tried to keep herself from blushing. To be honest, just the sight of you naked in front of her was enough to make her nervous, legs clamping together to hide the wetness forming in her pants, all the while she tried to distract herself by reading some of the livestream comments. 

“So many donations already! W-Wow…your fans really love you!” Bianca giggled, though there was an obvious lump in her throat from how much saliva was gathering in her mouth. Poor girl was drooling so much, her blue eyes trained on that ribbed dildo and silently wishing she was the one pushing it inside of you. “Hnn…many are suggesting for you to try the other toys next…” 

Bianca couldn’t help but gulp as her eyes trailed over to the selection of toys you had prepared for yourself. Dildos of different colors, vibrators, nipple clamps, plugs, the broad selection made Bianca tremble as she imagined you in various positions with different things to make you scream. The urge to touch herself was strong, yet no matter how much she wanted to stuff her fingers down her pants and masturbate to the sight of you fucking yourself live on silicone, she was determined to keep filming.  

You, of course, noticed just how riled up Bianca was getting judging by how much she was biting her lip. If you kept up like this for an hour or two, Bianca’s lips would be all bloody and blue. “You can touch yourself, my sweet camerawoman,” you assured softly, teasingly spreading your legs wider to give both your audience and Bianca a better view. “I’m sure my fans wouldn’t mind a little bit of shaky footage.” 

A small gasp left Bianca’s lips as her knees practically buckled in excitement. Resisting the urge to just toss the camera away and tackle you to the bed to have her way, she eagerly pushed her pants down, fingers quickly finding her entrance and swirling them around while she kept watching you. “Oh…damn.” Bianca squeaked, smiling ear to ear while a blissful expression overtook her face. “I could get used to this. No wonder— mmpf, so many people pay to watch you. You’re like a movie star!” 

Despite her excited tone, you could see just how much you were affecting her, her eyes half lidded in pleasure while the shuffling in her pants indicated how fast she was fingering herself. Her lips were slightly parted as if frozen between a moan and a whimper, her cute face going all pink with how hot her body was getting. “Nnnn feels so good…but…I wanna know if you feel good too…” 

Despite not being supposed to talk much during the livestream, Bianca couldn’t keep her babbling mouth shut. She couldn’t help but whine about her needs to finger you and make you hers, to kiss those pretty lips and distract you while she grabs that dildo and shows you how much harder she could fuck you. “Wanna touch you so bad…ah…please…” chatty that she was, silently pleading for you to let her do something. “Please…please, I wanna touch you too…you look so good like this…” 

Unable to resist her pretty begs any longer, you groaned and slid the ribbed toy out of you, using a finger to beckon her closer. “Alright…” you whispered breathlessly, pussy clamping over nothing now as it now craved to have something inside it once more. “Go ahead Bianca, I’m all yours…” 

Your poor viewers could only watch as the camera shook and was scuffled away to prop itself on your desk. The angle was messy and the quality decreased a little, but no one really cared as they all watched in amusement when Bianca lunged herself at you. Ready to give the audience a show that she’d been wanting to do with you all night…

SHAWN

“Keep the camera on my good side. You’ll get more followers that way.”

Cocky that she was, yet Shawn was an interesting collaborator to work with, as her good looks and charisma instantly had your viewers swooning and spamming various donations in your comments for her to demolish you. She was definitely riding a high horse when you asked her to collaborate with you for your “special streams” but Shawn was quick to say yes. How could she ever turn down the opportunity to fuck a pretty girl like you? Especially in front of a live audience on the internet where she could display her talents in pleasing a woman. 

“Ah, many of them seem to like me…” Shawn grinned as she watched all the oncoming messages spew out like flies. She was nonchalant, relaxed almost, if not for the fact that she had you gagging on her strap and drooling so prettily for the camera. “Make her choke some more?” Shawn tsked as she read another slew of comments, a bit impressed by how dirty your fans could be, “My, your viewers are quite the sadistic bunch, aren’t they?”

Shawn gently patted your cheek and gazed down at you rather condescendingly, her hand moving up to rest on the top of your head and nudge you down. “Ease down a little lower, pretty girl. You’re lucky I’m only nice to you.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of ever being rough with you. While she knew you were able to take a bit of rough manhandling from her, she didn’t want to make her pretty girl cry (even though she knew you loved it when she made you cry during sex).

“Deeper…deeper…” Shawn exhaled shakily as she eased you down on her fake cock, eyes trained on the way you greedily slurped on her shaft like it was your last meal. The clear strings of drool that clung to the sides of your lips made Shawn shiver with rogue imagination. “Fuuuck, you’re good at this…” Shawn grumbled, grinning at the way you took it down like a champ, “Your cheeks look so cute when they’re full. We should have you suck me off more often…”

She laughed at the thought, accidentally pushing your head down further and causing you to choke on her strap. “Shit. Sorry, sorry…” she immediately softened and pulled you back so you could slide off, your drool clinging onto the warm silicone and attaching you to the tip by your tongue. Despite Shawn’s rare show of concern however, you brushed off her worries and gave her a look that indicated you wanted to do more. You weren’t here to be babied and coddled, you were here to get fucked and fucked good. 

“Oh…oh…” Shawn’s face relaxed back into its nonchalant state, and she immediately smiled at your show of enthusiasm. “You’re tougher than I thought, kitten.” 

She eased your mouth back down on her strap, grabbing onto the camera to make sure the audience got a full view of your lips wrapping around her head, the girth of it all was making your cheeks puff up as you continued to bob your head down on Shawn. The sight of you on your knees for her, gazing up at her with innocent, doe-like eyes was sending Shawn on a little power trip that made her eyes darken with lust. 

“You know…as hot as you are throating my strap, I can’t help but think it’s lubed enough already.” She snickered a little before tilting your chin up to gaze at her, mouth still occupied with her dick, “On your knees once more, but this time…ass up.” 

A flurry of comments quickly overwhelmed the live chat, reactions and donations alike clearly excited for what Shawn was about to do to you as she pushed you down into doggy position. “Make sure to get on this side. Yeah, this side is where the camera gets my best side.” She chuckled at her words before swirling the tip of her strap against your already soaked folds, her cockiness canceled out by the amount of cock she was going to put in you…

ANGELL

Dressed in an all dark mask that obscured Angell’s identity on stream, the only thing that your viewers could see through the camera lens; were the long dark locs of Angell’s hair, and the lewd facial expressions you made as your “mysterious guest” fucked you silly on her strap. Right away, your viewer count had exploded when your special guest revealed herself for your livestream of the night, leaving many of your viewers spamming heart emojis and comments all complimenting on how hot your guest looked while fucking you. 

Despite wearing a mask, everyone could tell Angell was quite the looker. Strong, chiseled abs pulsing and flexing with each thrust of her hips, her defined jawline showing off how beautiful she was underneath the mask… Not to mention how hot her voice was whenever she grunted everytime you squeezed around her. Everything about your mysterious guest was alluring, and thanks to Angell, everyone was completely mesmerized (including you). 

“S-Slower…Slower…” you whimpered, gripping onto her shoulders as she bulldozed into you at a pace only she could achieve. Her breathing was ragged and hot, her lust for you evident in the way she excitedly nipped at your neck. “Sorry… she grumbled softly, yet her pace barely slowed down, her body struggling to keep itself from thrusting even faster. “I’m…excited.”

Judging from the tips of her ears, Angell was blushing. For a woman as stoic as she was, you hadn’t expected her to be so soft and vulnerable around you, even when you couldn’t even see her face that well. It was clear that having you beneath her, legs pathetically wrapped around her waist and clinging to her like your life depended on it, really shook up Angell’s nerves as she wanted to be as close to you as possible. 

Her abs met with the bare skin of your tummy, breath faltering as she pushed her faux cock even further. She was being so intimate, grumbling to herself as her calloused hands moved down to rest upon your soft belly, feeling the smallest of bulges appear whenever she thrusted in and out. “So deep…” she murmured to herself, mesmerized by the sight of her strap going so far, palm gently applying a bit of pressure on the bulge. You whimpered at the extra pressure, your walls clinging onto Angell’s shaft and keeping her locked in place. As she tried to slip out to thrust into you again, she found herself unable to, groaning at the feeling and holding onto your hips. “T-Tight…” she mumbled quietly, gently prying your legs off of her so she could move. “Relax…easy…” 

Her words made your viewers gush about how soft she was being towards you. While Angell looked very intimidating and they expected a whole dominatrix session between you and her, Angell surprised everyone with how gentle she was, her fingers massaging your thighs so that your cunt could ease up a little, and allowing her to slide out once your walls finally relaxed. 

Finally finding a rhythm she could work with, Angell continued her movements, using her arm strength to lift up off the bed and fuck you at an angle where her tip could brush against your sweet spot. When you immediately whined from how far Angell was spearing you, she took notice and hungrily continued to pound against that spot, making your body bounce pathetically from how hard she was ravaging you. 

Various comments and donations poured in, all eager to see Angell destroy you even when she tried her best to be gentle. 

“Make her cum!”

“Fuck her like you’re breeding her!”

“Make her clean you off later when she cums.” 

As all the suggestions piled up, Angell snuck a glance at the chat and smiled a bit under her mask. Though it was hard to see, it was like a switch had gone off in her head as she began pistoning her hips even faster, her hands gentle but her pace outright brutal. It felt like you were about to cum soon given by how fast she was screwing you, your fingers grasping onto Angell’s back and clawing at it until you felt the band snap within your core. 

Angell growled when she felt your release coat all over her strap and bed, the comments all excited when you finally came thanks to Angell’s efforts. While you took a breather and laid back on the bed to smile blissfully at the chat, it seemed that Angell had other plans, as she let you take a break for a few seconds before hovering her cum-stained strap over your lips. Shocked by how bold she was, you gazed up at Angell with curious eyes.

“One of them suggested you clean me off…” Angell murmured, a little shy but clearly willing as she pushed the tip to your lips. “And…I would like that.”

You only chuckled at her statement before leaning in and grabbing her soaked strap, wrapping your lips around the head and beginning to bob your head up and down. 

[hannieehaee]

Hello, i thought about a seventeen reaction to another member scrolling through their phone and finding a nude of their soulmate<33

18+ / mdi

a member finding your nudes - 95 line

95 line, 96 line, 97 line, maknae line

wc: 1073

masterlist

n/a: i kinda went overboard and wrote too much so i only did 95 line. pls lmk if u want 96, 97 and/or maknae line :3

seungcheol -

its funny. you and cheol had snuck away from the movie night you had arranged with a few of the members and their significant others, leaving behind your things in the living room in order to sneak into your bedroom for a few minutes under the very unconvincing excuse of 'oh, i just have to help her find something'. that is how jeonghan ended up picking up cheol's phone from the couch, thinking it was his since cheol had insisted on jeonghan getting him one of his classic phone cases due to the convenience of the pocket.

cheol had left his phone unlocked as he had left to follow after you in a hurry upon seeing the bedroom eyes you were giving him, leaving jeonghan with full free reign over his phone. jeonghan quickly realized that the phone in his hands was not his, but also knew his best friend was currently ditching his own guests to go fuck his girlfriend (you guys weren't slick), so he decided to see if he could find entertainment some other way. what he didnt expect, however, was to find a folder full of explicit pictures of cheol and his girlfriend. he didnt mean to, but his eyes were now glued to the screen, with no willpower to stop looking.

a few moments later, a very disheveled cheol came out of the room before you ('baby, wait two minutes before coming out or it'll be suspicious), almost immediately catching onto a very focused-looking jeonghan staring blankly at his phone. thinking he could maybe tease his friend about whatever he was looking at, he snuck behind him to scare him, but caught a glance at what was actually his phone, the screen showcasing a collage of photos of you in less than favorable circumstances.

"w-YAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", cheol whisper-shouted at his friend as to not catch anyone's attention. he snatched the phone away and put it in his pocket.

for once, his usually slick-tongued friend was left without words, staring at him with wide eyes. with perfect timing, you came out with equally disheveled hair, tilting your head in confusion at the scene of your boyfriend and his friend in a very intense staring contest.

"what happened?"

jeonghan -

as roommates, it was quite common for jeonghan and seungkwan to pick up each other's phones for simple tasks such as checking the time or ordering food. which is why jeonghan didnt question it when he saw seungkwan pick up his phone to order take-out. what he hadnt expected, however, was for you to message him right at that moment.

being his well-mannered girl, he assumed it was just the quick 'how are u angel ☹️🫶' you'd usually send him every day around this time, but he couldnt have been more wrong.

"oh, hey you got a text from- OH!"

okay, that wasnt the usual reaction one would have to an innocent text from your roommate's girlfriend. he quickly snatched the phone from the younger's hands, curious as to what caused his reaction. upon inspecting the screen, he found his friend had not only seen, but had accidentally swiped up on an imessage notification detailing you half naked in bed, with 'miss uu angel <3 mwuah' attached to it.

jeonghan had no time to be turned on or even react to your message (which would usually be endless strings of heart eye emojis begging for more pics) and yelled at his friend, panicked.

"YAH! why'd you swipe up?!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. NEVERMIND I DONT WANNA EAT WITH YOU ANYMORE!", his friend yelled back, flabbergasted and flustered at having seen his friend's seemingly sweet and innocent girlfriend's body in a way he never imagined.

although also kind of embarrassed, jeonghan felt a sense of pride at his friend's flustered state and ran to his room to text you back.

joshua -

always being on the go and surrounded by the total chaos of staff + his members, it wasnt unusual for joshua to occasionally misplace his phone. despite being an idol who liked to keep his privacy as hidden away as possible, misplacing his phone around his coworkers was not something that ever bothered him, thankfully having never dealt with leaks or anything of the sort.

today was no different. in the middle of shooting for the concept photos of their new album, joshua had forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket before his turn for solo pictures began and was suddenly nudged by mingyu, who had just finished his turn, to hand him his phone so he could hold it for him in the meantime. not thinking anything of it, joshua easily hands over his phone and signals to the photographer that he's ready to begin.

while joshua is busy posing for the camera, mingyu walks into the other room, joshua's phone now in hand. he decides to put it in his pocket before taking a seat in the waiting room and playing around with his own phone. that is until persistent vibrations coming from his back pocket suddenly distract him. thinking it might be some type of emergency coming from shua's friends or family (or else they wouldnt be as persistent), he decides to unlock shua's phone with the passcode he's seen his friend use before, not expecting to find notification's from shua's girlfriend, almost completely in the nude. and multiple ones at that!

flustered and slightly aroused, he quickly puts the phone away, shaking his head rapidly to get himself out of his trance. he feels terrible as soon as he realizes he just violated shua's and his girlfriend's privacy, but hey, it was an accident. he's going to keep this to himself, he decides, without realizing you and shua keep your read receipts on, and your messages would remain unresponded until joshua took a look himself.

hours later, now in the car on the way back to the company, joshua finally checks his phone again, noticing a few messages from you. oh. pictures. nice. wait. there's also you spamming him about leaving you on read. but when did he do that ? he knows he'd never pass up an opportunity to respond to you when you're needy and seeking his attention, specially when you send him pictures.

sitting across from him, mingyu watches worriedly as he sees all stages of realization hit his elder's face, waiting for him to realize.

"YAH! MINGYU, YOU-"

n/a: not proofread </3

[feligayzed]

Okay first of all I fear you, SECONDLY. My hands are currently littered with puncture wounds, courtesy of many many angry milk snakes (and baby pythons)

@novasolstarr @solacefish @eyydhyeet @piliiiiiconfusionf @icycove @indigo-moon17 @nova-starstruck @luna-r0se @celestial-bell-drop @umkayonninay @unknowntalesbymiles @boiledprawn99 @sebastiansvertebrae @bugzheadquarter @jelliannn hi everynyan no pressure as always ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[artdcnaldson]

thinking about pre engagement art at his first olympics. you’re doing coverage for a mag back home on some player from your hometown. but art. beautiful fucking art who you run into the morning of your first day and who you convince to come to your hotel so he can get away from the rickety little twin beds at the village. butter him up with a drink. only one, won’t hurt his game. you talk and talk you god you wish your story could be about him instead. and he stays the night in the hotel with you and is gone when you wake up but he’s left an official statement on his wonderful teammate, hometown guy, for your story that will make your boss happy. when you get home after your story star gets knocked in the round of 16 there’s flowers and your hotel has been paid off until the final. he wants to go to dinner after he wins gold and take polaroids of you w nothing but his medal on.

if u have room for 🫐 anon, i will keep homeostasis w my zweiginator emoji anon

Omg hi sorry I sat on this so long <333 RAHHHH pre engagement pretty angel curls art playing tennis at the Olympics makes me feel SO CRAZY

EEEEEP using your press pass to get access to all of his matches, even though you really should get home. Art’s dominating the court— effortless and beautiful. You’re there when he wins the gold medal match against an older, seasoned player, and he’s so gracious to the player’s face, to the press.

“It was a tough match,” he says into a microphone as you stand close by, thankful for the press badge around your neck. “I’m just lucky to get the chance to play with one of the greats.”

He smiles, charming and victorious when they take photos of him with his medal. The American flag in the background and him, the spitting image of homegrown, good old fashioned athletic talent.

The dinner is nice, fancier than you’re used to on a journalist’s budget. He’s just got a new sponsorship with Nike, so they pay for a lot. He buys a nice bottle of wine and bashfully admits he doesn’t know a lot about what makes it nice, other than the price tag. It’s charming, it’s sweet.

Sitting across from him at the table, you know he’s got less than innocent intentions for the night. Just three days ago, he had you sinking down on his cock, riding him hard and fast and crying out his name like it was a form of worship.

“Do you want to see the medal?” He asks once you’ve finished dessert.

You forget the question by the time you’re in his room in the Olympic village, when he’s mouth is on yours and his hands are ripping at your clothes. The bed is soft, plush beneath you as he drops you onto it, laid bare and wanting. You part your legs invitingly, wordlessly begging for him to strip off the rest of his clothes and bury himself inside of you.

You’d even let him do it raw— a present for his gold medal win.

But he disappears, digging in his suitcase until he retrieves the medal from within. Orange and red ribbon and a big gold medal at the center. Before you can say anything, he’s slipped it around your neck, so the gold is nestled between your breasts.

“Pretty,” he muses, fingers circling the cold medal where it rests. “Can I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly. He could’ve suggested anything, really, and you would’ve said yes. He was just so beautiful, so charming. You wanted to please him more than anything.

He pulls out a digital camera and powers it on. It whirrs softly as he zooms in, then snaps a photo of the medal resting between your tits. “Pose for me,” he says, but he has another idea already. His hands move up, sliding from your hip, up your abdomen, until it cups your breast in one large palm. He snaps another photo, smiling behind the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he muses. He nudges your thighs apart and toys with your clit, just on the good side of teasing. Slow, insistent circles that make you grow even wetter, even needier. He zooms out, takes a full body shot (because he’ll die before he forgets this pussy) and tosses the camera to the side.

He hikes your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your thighs— mouthing hungrily at your cunt. His tongue laves over your center, lapping at the wetness that had been steadily leaking from your cunt since dinner. He moans against you, as he nuzzles his nose against your clit to get closer and closer. “Taste so good—“ his words are mostly muffled against you, as he licks and sucks on your pussy, face shiny with slick and spit.

You cum easily, your body responding to his touches so openly. Like it’s his toy to use. He smiles up at you as you pant and tremble, cunt fluttering with aftershocks. He kisses your thigh gently, reverently.

It’s not long before he’s sinking into you. Your pussy so soft and warm and wet for him, sucking him in, aching for something to fill that empty spot inside. You whine and gasp as he nudges against your cervix, buried deep, finding home there.

“That’s it,” he hums as you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Pull me in deeper. Just like that.”

His pace is slow, his thrusts deep. You feel so close to him as he boxes you in, arms on either side of your head, fucking you like he’s making love. When he leans down and kisses you, it feels like heaven, which seems appropriate for a boy who looks like an angel.

[loveephia]

some of the HQ boys with a girlfriend who has fluffy cheeks. (kuroo, atsumu, kenma, oikawa, akaashi, sakusa.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader getting called some petnames, reader is annoyed by atsumu, you get compared to cute animals a bit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

part 1 | part 2

KUROO TETSURŌ

now kuroo's seen a lotta things

but your cheeks have got to be the most bizarre sight he's ever witnessed.

(in a good way, of course)

HE LOVES PINCHING THEM. HARD.

and whenever you ask him why he does it, he goes on a lengthy explanation about how cuteness aggression works

"kitten, it's because in response to positive experiences, some people express their feelings in a dimorphous manner, meaning they—"

gosh, you love this nerd

but pls shut him up with a little peck. he'll continue to ramble until the subject is about softshelled turtles or something.

ATSUMU MIYA

honestly, he never understood why people would gush over their s/o back then

it was always: "waaah! _____ is so cool!" or "_____ is the most beautiful girl ever.."

then, he got into a relationship with you

"your cheeks're so cute, darlin'." atsumu pokes one while you hiss at his statement. you can't stand people who comment about your cheeks!

oh, but atsumu thinks you're just like an angry little kitten

so with a childish smile, here he is stretching your cheeks like they're daifuku.

"hands off, miya."

"ouch, why are we on a last name basis now?!"

KENMA KOZUME

here is a visual representation of kenma when he finds out how fluffy your cheeks are:

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

i can imagine kenma's fingers being sore for playing video games hours on end, so a bit of pillow-like material your cheeks can help with the aching!

so here you are, looking at kenma with a dumbfounded smile, as he's still massaging your cheeks round and round in circles

"ken? what's this all about?"

fuee.. fuee..

"..nothing." he mumbles

okay, kenma. whatever makes you happy, i guess.

TŌRU OIKAWA

this man loves pda, so expect a lot of cheek kisses from him

he's all shameless about it too

which irritates you cuz you get shy very easily.

and he knows. HE KNOWS HIS EFFECT ON YOU.

oikawa could be talking to the other third years, and every now and then, he'd kiss your cheek

LIKE STOP STOPS TOP STOp sSFOPSpstop

"t- tōru.. can you not?" you stuttered out, a blush creeping up your neck

"but princess, you're just so cute!" he whines

oikawa has a lot of fans, but the only person he'll ever be a fan of, is you :D

KEIJI AKAASHI

honestly, he doesn't really care that much

but he thinks they're the cutest feature you have.. (♥︎ . .)

when your cheeks are full from eating, akaashi thinks that you look just like a little hamster

y'know how a hamster stores food in their cheeks and they puff up a ton?

yeah, that's how akaashi sees you.

"keiji, s'there sumthin' wrong?" you manage to say from your mouthful of food

"please don't talk while you eat, angel." he reminds you, wiping off a small speck of rice from your chin

akaashi makes a mental note to add a hamster emoji at the end of your contact name later

"my y/n 🐹"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he doesn't like pda, nor does he like physical contact in general

though he can't help but be a little bit curious as to how your round cheeks feel against his pointer finger

after all, the boy's only human 😔

so he does the inevitable and pokes one

you stopped breathing for a good sixteen seconds.

"..sakusa?" you turn to him, all mortified

"soft.." he thought

sakusa doesn't like kissing out in the open, but he'll settle for your innocent little cheek-to-cheek kisses

because he gets to feel the plush of your cheek against his

his face is so red pls someone save him 😭😭😭

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me]

could you write a quick thing abt hoon and comfort? like the s/o and hoon had an argument and then he makes it up to her. idk if it makes sense but hoon has been running thru my mind lately (never forgetting riki ofc tho)

-⭐️

missed date (request) ♪ park sunghoon

warnings: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint REALLY hard, pet names (angel, babe), gender neutral reader, really bad humor (its completely me), mentions of cuddling, hoon is so sweet :(, i think thats all!

this wasn’t the idea y/n had for the night. it was supposed to be the perfect night. sunghoon was supposed to come over and they were going to cook together and watch movies. that was until he didn’t show up. as y/n ignored the pinging phone, all from sunghoon trying to apologize and explain. the texts ended suddenly, but soon after, a thud comes from the window. what was that? they wonder. they look out the window to see their boyfriend outside, another rock in his hand ready to throw at the window. they open it and yell down at him “what the hell are you doing here sunghoon?”. “to apologize. please let me in y/n it’s really cold. i know im an ice skater and you call me elsa, but the cold does in fact bother me anyway”. they smile faintly at their boyfriends joke. “fine, i’ll be down in a second. go to the door” he smiles up at them as they close the window. they open the door and are immediately pulled into sunghoons arms. "i'm so sorry angel i didn't mean to forget. vocal practice ran late and i was just so tired that i went straight back to the dorm and fell asleep and i didn't wake up to my alarm-" he rambles on trying to explain himself for skipping their date. y/n couldn't help but smile at his adorable, apologetic state. "hey, it's okay hoon. don't worry" they say. "its not okay! you're upset and i'm such a shitty boyfriend!" they feel bad for him as he clearly felt terrible for the accident. they calmly explain to him "babe, im not upset. it was an innocent mistake. i'd much rather you get rest and accidentally miss our date, then not get rest and come tired or completely forget and we fight. its okay. i'm not mad.". "are you sure you're not mad?" he asks. "not at all" they say, smiling faintly at their worried boyfriend. he responds with a smile back, the adorable fangs that had charmed y/n peeking through. "come on, i expect serious cuddles after our missed date" y/n half jokes, "i couldn't think of a better way to make it up to you" sunghoon replies, the adoring tone clear in his voice. he loved his partner, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend his night then cuddling and watching movies with the person he loved most in this world.

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luckys note!: THROWING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW AT MIDNIGHTTT is what this imagine reminded me of and i LOVE it. if there's any 5sos fam reading this: hey im one of you🤭 but i hope this was good this is like my first written imagine so it might be a bit wonky LMAOO so im open to ways to improve my writing!! i hope you all enjoyed and i hope this is what you were looking for ⭐️ !!! thank you sososo much for your request i very much giggled and smiled a lot while writing this

© lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me, 2024. do not copy, translate or upload any of my works without my permission.

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[holybibly]

The way I had a dream years ago almost the exact same as your park twins but with a different idol-

The innocent looking one and the seductive one being the vice versa of each other in bed

I'm foaming at the mouth

(I want to leave an emoji but I'm also a silent reader--)

Oh, sweet baby, I have a sense of my bunnies on a telepathic level, don't I? We just can't seem to get enough of Seonghwa and I'm totally happy with it. As promised, I'll be making a full piece for the Park twins, but while I'm at it, here's a little treat for you.

I was going to post this yesterday, but I'm going to do it today instead. Double the fun for you bunnies 🐰🐰

Our Sugar Weekend begins

It was hard to tear them away from you, even for a second, from the night you found yourself in the Park twins' bed, sandwiched between two hot and insatiable bodies.

You had always assumed that Hwaseong was a sex addict with an eternal and desperate need to fuck. But Seonghwa—that gentle, sweet Seonghwa whose eyes seemed to shine with all the stars of the universe—became a real surprise to you. The boy was demonic. Even the most innocent of kisses was enough to turn him on, and after a few seconds, you found yourself trapped in the bodies, hands, and lips of the Park twins.

A thin veil of sweat shimmered over your heated skin, and your chest rose and fell with breathless moans as you melted away under the endless caresses of the tireless twins.

The film night quickly turned into a session of hot kisses, and as a result, you found yourself where you were—your head resting on the soft headboard of a luxurious plush sofa, as Seonghwa straddled your chest. Your small hands were barely able to grasp your plump, heavy tits and squeeze them together so that he could slide his thick, long cock into the soft, cosy space between them. The twins were obsessed with your tits, constantly touching, biting, kissing, and licking them, and when you jokingly said they could fuck them, the sweet creature didn't think twice before climbing on top of you.

Even now, Seonghwa was angelic in appearance; his hair was soft and slightly curly, gleaming in the dim light of the room. His mouth was parted with sensual moans; his lips were wet and swollen from kissing, sweat glistening on his golden skin. Damn, he was mesmerising.

Hwaseong stood beside you, slowly stroking his magnificent cock, enjoying the sight of Seonghwa using your tits for his pleasure. He looked so fucked, his make-up smeared from all the kisses and heated caresses you had shared, his cat-like eyes clouded with need and desire, his lips glistening from the saliva his tongue had smeared over the soft, plump flesh. Hwaseong might look like a real demon on the outside, but in bed he was a desperate, horny kitten, eager to please you. He was obedient and gentle, unlike Seonghwa, who would bite you until you were bleeding and fuck you until you were unconscious.

From time to time, Hwaseong would brush his swollen, leaking cockhead across your lips. He would stain them with the shimmering viscosity of his pre-cum, leaving them shiny and wet. Every time your little tongue would stick out to taste it and lick his delicious-looking cock, he would pull away and deny you that pleasure, his eyes shining with pleasure at the temporary, fleeting power he now had over you, knowing that his brother had you pinned down and you couldn't gain control over him for the moment.

Seonghwa distracted you from the exquisite torment of his twin by placing his large, dainty hands over your small ones, helping you to press those hot, soft mounds of flesh closer together.

This made your tits massage his thick length even better with every thrust of his hips, causing Seonghwa to moan loudly and throw his head back so that you could enjoy the sight of his long neck covered in hickeys. It was moments like this that made you damn grateful to their parents for having given you not one but two damn attractive boys who, among other things, were mirrored in each other.

You could tell that Seonghwa was about to fall into the frenzy of his orgasm by the increasing speed of his movements and the slight twitching of his hips. And damned, every time he cum, his face was just unbelievable.

Excited by the idea of making him cum faster, you turned your head away from Hwaseong, tilting it down instead so that you could lick Seonghwa's cock every time the head of his cock appeared above the top of your breasts.

"More; I need more of it." Seonghwa moaned over you as your tongue slid over the head of his cock. The feeling of his cock sliding in the wet, warm space between your breasts was enough to send him to heaven. In combination with your tongue, it almost drove him crazy.

Hwaseong ran his fingers through your hair and gently pulled your head down to help you take Seonghwa's cock deep into your throat. With his other hand, he was pumping his own cock furiously. The moaning and the wet, slippery sounds you made together filled the entire room of the penthouse, plunging you even deeper into the intoxicating pleasure.

Hwaseong's hips moved closer and closer to your face, close enough to finally allow you to lick the bittersweet liquid that was pouring out of his beautiful slit and onto the head of his cock. Your tongue caressed both of them, tracing the length of their cocks and licking them with devoted passion as you swallowed every drop of the pre-cum that they offered you.

Just as you had expected, Seonghwa moaned loudly and long, throwing his head back even more and arching his back as his cock exploded in the crushing embrace of your tits. It decorated you with ribbons of milky fluid all the way from your plump and soft chest to your neck.

It didn't take long for Hwaseong to orgasm, either.

He aimed his cock at your pretty face, smearing your features with his cum as he watched the viscous fluid slowly flow down your flushed, glistening skin.

You breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath from the intense pleasure your body was experiencing, and although covered in their cum, you felt beautiful and wanted. Seonghwa got off you and pulled you into his arms before you could enjoy the warmth of their sticky cum.

Hwaseong's arms wrapped around your waist as he lowered his face down to your breasts, obediently licking the fluid from Seonghwa's skin until your tits and throat were glistening with his saliva instead of sticky, milky cum. Simultaneously, Seonghwa gently cupped the back of your head with his hand, turning your face towards him, and licked Hwaseong's cum from your cheeks and lips with equal tenderness, turning the lewd act into something sweet and adoring.

Satisfied that you were clean, the twins pulled you into an insatiable, carnivorous kiss as you clung to each other like kittens in heat, your hands touching each other. All of this was just a prelude to the real action, and you could already feel the hot touch of Seonghwa's fingers as they slid over your pussy and slowly began to stimulate you. Hwaseong's dick was already noticeably hard against your thigh.

Seonghwa and Hwaseong's insatiable sexual appetite might have been hard for some to handle. But you were more than happy to be their pleasure whenever they wanted.

[novankenn]

Joan & Jean... Double Trouble

(Sequel to "Innocent Angel... Not a Chance!" and "Joan Arc and the BunnyGirls...")

It had been two days since the last "sleepover" and with Joan absent from Beacon to visit family... Weiss and Pyrrha were getting a desperately needed break. Even though the pair of young women still moved about Beacon with slight limps.

Weiss: I can't believe she can go that long?

Pyrrha: I know... I know... I seriously think you're right.

Weiss: Right about?

Pyrrha: Her wearing us out and breaking us... if Joan goes past cuddles for a long week-end... I don't think I would survive.

Weiss: Like I would? Just be happy she's only one girl...

Pyrrha: A girl we both want to be with.

Weiss: And have been with...

Their scrolls both chimed in a unique way, giving an instant indication of who was messaging them.

Pyrrha: Joan?

Weiss: I thought she'd be gone for another day or two?

Deciding to just use one scroll, Weiss pulled out hers and activated the messaging application.

Joan(Jaune): Hey, just letting you know I'm back. I missed you so much, even if it was only for a couple of days... ❤️💕❤️

Joan(Jaune): So because I missed you so much... I asked for a favor from Aunt Glynda... ❤️💕❤️

Weiss: Wait Joan and Professor Goodwitch are related?

Pyrrha: Well there is a sort of family resemblance... maybe on his mother's side?

Joan(Jaune): So I've a surprise for you my love bunnies... ❤️💕❤️

Pyrrha: She does like those Heart Emojis doesn't she?

Weiss: It suits her... but I wonder what the surprise is?

Joan(Jaune): So if you come to classroom 412B I'll give you your surprise... love you... don't keep us waiting... ❤️💕❤️

Weiss: Us?

Pyrrha: Typo?

Weiss: Probably. So should we? Because we are still... recovering from our last rendezvous...

Pyrrha: We are... but this is Joan... and you know we can't stop.

Weiss just nodded her agreement and the pair moved off, still with slight limps towards the indicated classroom. They found it, obviously on the fourth floor hence the 4XX number, but also towards the rear of the school. Perfectly set for a solid amount of privacy. Pushing open the door, Weiss steps inside with Pyrrha following close behind.

Joan(Jaune): You made it! I was so worried!

Pyrrha/Weiss: Joan?

Joan(Jaune): Oh introductions! Pyrrha. Weiss. This is my twin sister Jean. She's been raving about meeting you ever since I showed her the bunny suit pics!

Pyrrha/Weiss: YOU SHOWED THOSE TO SOMEONE?!? WHY????

Jean: They are adorable! Are you sure they're up for this?

Pyrrha/Weiss: Huh? Up for...

Joan(Jaune): Of course my sweet bunnies are up for this... how else can I prove they are just perfect for me but by sharing them with you!

Pyrrha/Weiss: Say what now?

Jean: Shall we get started?

Joan(Jaune): Of course...

Weiss: Is it bad that I'm scared... but...

Pyrrha: You want to stay? No... no it's not.

Pyrrha reaches behind herself and locks the door.

[asimplearchivist]

reblog with your favorite:

color: green

food: cacio e pepe

beverage: chai

movie: pride and prejudice (2005)

tv show: moon knight (2022)

book: the hobbit - jrr tolkein

animal: crows

singer: hozier

song (atm): lost elf theme - trevor morris

time of day: mid-morning bc it's still cool and crisp but sunny generally

song lyric: "honey, you're familiar / like my mirror years ago / idealism sits in prison / chivalry fell on his sword / innocence died screaming / honey, ask me, I should know"

emoji: 🤨

NPT: @fujii-draws, @sincerely-sofie, @mt-travaii, @angel-of-the-moons, @greensagephase, and anyone else! :)

[your-nanas-house]

gurllll ~

you know I go FERAL for Jerome × Coquette doll fem!reader

can u PLEASE 👺 do a SPICY 😫 on that !?

I will let you marry me if u do 😻

ALSO, I CLAIM STRAWBERRY ANON 👺

~ 🍓

Girlll?? I can, darling 🤣 my my what a offer and YESSS MY FIRST EMOJI-ANON!! -Nana 🍓

His not so innocent dolly

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X coquette fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, innocent kink, choking, breeding, dirty talk, daddy kink

◇ Summary: Your boyfriend Jerome has a huge weak spot for your innocent sexy style.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This could be the second Kinktober 2023 fic.

Jerome's gloved hand was holding you by the throat, pressing the pearls of your necklace against your delicate skin, leaving probably a red mark.

His other hand was buried under your white dress that hugged your chest perfectly and left all the accessibility for your man to play with your sex as much as he wanted, without restrictions.

Jerome was cupping your pussy, three clothed fingers inside of you and his hot palm rubbing deliciously against your clit.

He was pumping and moving his fingers messily but stil managing to make you moan his name like a prayer as your eyes closed and your head fell back, your arms around his muscular exposed shoulders.

As you reached the peak of your first orgasm, Jerome wasted no time in ridding himself of his pants and sliding his entire length into you, admiring how your face contorted in pain and pleasure.

"Look at ya, dolly—" he purred while cooing at you, his wet fingers caressing softly your flushed cheek

"Ya taking daddy soooo good" he added as he thrusts a couple of times up, making you bounce and whimper loudly while he laughed.

The pace he took wasn't delicate at all, it was fast, angry and needy but you didn't mind, it described your Jerome perfectly and you loved it— even though you knew you wouldn't be able to walk without limping as soon as he was done with you.

Your walls still hadn't gotten used to or adjusted to his huge cock, so they gripped it like they didn't want to let go of it, eliciting delicious grunts from the ginger

"Yesss, doll. Just like that— keep taking daddy" Jerome grunted reaching slowly his peak

"Ya so tight and warm, 'm gonna fill ya and make ya so full with my babies!" He grunted another time, opening his eyes to take in your apparence.

You were a complete mess, your face red, your hair messy, your nipples erect and your dress still intact for some weird reason; you looked like an angel and at the same time also like a little devil— Jerome was always so excited when he could see this contrast in you.

Which is why after a few more thrusts he shot his load deep inside you, filling you as best he could before collapsing on the bed with a satisfied but sleepy smile.

"My dolly" Jerome whispered with his raspy voice as he cuddled you while catching his breath.

He really loved your innocent, hot style.

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @wife-of-magic-monkeys , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 165 spoilers and thoughts below the cut that im not terribly late on this time yippee!

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what if i went up to you and stared at you like this

HAHAHAHAHAAA I LOVE THIS PANEL SO SO MUCH

ive been sending this on like all my socmeds and to all my mutuals/irls. im tormenting them with it it's just so fucking cute and silly . puppy dog eyes javier. pleading emoji. he's just so fucking silly ALKJDFLSDKF HELL I MADE IT MY DISCORD PFP ITS SO GOOFY I LOVE IT SM HAHAHA CUTE CUTE CUTE

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

silly panels aside back to the top!

lloyd. stop hurting me oh god he looks so tired and gaunt and,,, lifeless. it HURTS seeing him like this, the life he once had just,,, stripped from him.

LIKE I WANTED TO SEE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN AND MESSY BUT NOT LIKE THIS BRUH WHAT THE HELL SOB SOB SOB

the invitation oh my god. its so silly goofy but also so so personal its cute as hell its stupid looking but in the most affectionate way possible. the people of the estate really REALLY care about him and god idek if lloyd realizes that bc literally just after this, he apologizes to everyone for not being able to things for them anymore

not even able to get back up to get back to the bed GOD I FEEL SICK

but it doesnt matter anymore whether or not lloyd can still protect them, the estate has come to care for him so much , its not his protection they want they just fucking love him and he doesnt realize that i feel so fucking ill. lloyd i need you to open your eyes and look at this beautiful land, this beautiful home you've built with your own two hands. ITS NOT OVER YET PLEASE GOD ITS NOT OVER

and then lloyd without second thought chooses javier to live. because he really thinks hes just an extra getting in the way, a burden, a bug that shouldnt be there. so he thinks its fine if he, as a side character, is the one that dies SOMEONE PUNCH ME.

he looks so fucking SMALL. alone and in the dark IM GONNA EXPLODE INTO TEN BILLION PIECES. who wrote this fuckass program. SWEAR TO GOD IM COMIN DOWN TO FIX IT MYSELF GOD DAMMIT

AND THEN THE SYSTEM TEXTBOX COMING IN IM SO GRATEFUL PLEASE HELP HIM SOB SOB SOB

im super duper heartwarmed to see that whoever is running the blue textbox is on suho's side. it has never been impartial, huh,,, it just wants to see his wish come true. ooogh my heart.

lloyd looks,,, strangely peaceful here. is he like, paused rn? im not really sure what the system box is up to, but hopefully thisll delay anything from happening while javier is concocting his plan,,,

speaking of!

FATE KICKING IN LIKE TEN TIMES WORSE IS SO DAMN SCARY. THE MULTIPLE GIGATITANS OH GODDD im so fucking terrified. javier please hurry!!! he looks rlly cool on draggy here hehe

I THINK JAVIER AND ALICIAS EXCHANGE TOO IS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS. alicia, upon only seeing javier, immediately is suspicious of lloyd scheming something. she thinks the two of them are plotting again, hence the "what are you up to".

the problem is that it's just javier on this plan. there is no lloyd directing him, so javiers reaction is SO silly fun bc i. dont think he thinks of himself as being. scheming?? bc he seems SO confused at alicia's skepticism here HADLFKJSDLFKJ ITS SO FUNNY

I REALLY THINK JAVIER WAS GENUINELY A LITTLE CONFUSED AS TO WHY ALICIA WAS QUESTIONING HIM PLEAAASEEE

i think javier believes he's just going about business as usual. doing what he can to protect his lord, as he does, all the time, the usual. sure that involves getting an angel to ask the queen for the eye of summer, but that's certainly not plotting on the same scale that lloyd does. javier isnt a schemer. he just does whats necessary to protect the one he cares about the most. hence his goofy innocent puppy eyes, because its not like hes "up" to anything. idk how accurate this assessment is, so pls correct me if im wrong, but I LOVE IT A LOT HES JUST SO FUCKING DEDICATED I LOVE U JAVIER MVP!!!!!

and then raphie shows up yay!! EXCEPT HELP WHY DID HE GET SUCKED BACK IMMEDIATELY WHAT THE HELL he was so underprepared. poor guy. getting thrown around like this sob sob

ALICIA ASKING IF THIS IS SMTH JAVIER KNEW ABT OR IF THEY WERE PLANNING SOMETHING AND THEN JAVIER BEING GENUINELY FUCKING SHOCKED HELP MEEEE "maybe its not a prank...?" LMFAOOOOO

i mentioned this in the last ep post but like. again javier wears his heart on his sleeve he's so fucking protagonist its unreal. hell, not even on his sleeve, he has his heart out on his damn palm sob sob

i think he's shocked here bc he didnt expect raphaels call to play out like that, he prolly thought theyd issue it more seriously. the issue with this being so half-hearted is now alicia isnt absolutely certain that this is the will of the heavens, so she's less inclined to follow along. it doesnt help that her board of nobles (seriously why does she keep these bozos around they just keep yapping) are arguing back and forth abt whether or not to listen. this is kind of a little wrench in the smoothness of the plan... everything now hinges on alicia's whim now.

anyway two more panels javier being menacing/blunt as hell and alicia thinking on her throne,,, god they are so fucking. awesome i love them so much

anyway that is ALL! for this week! the episode felt a little bit slow to be honest, but i think that's because the events of this ep are little things that build up to whats next, so i dont mind it at all (especially since the last couple of eps have been super fast lately)! i really really enjoy this buildup and im super excited to see what happens next,,,

see yall next week! lloyd please be okay! or ill cry! like for real!

[onyourowndaisymae]

would i follow these obey me characters on social media? + social media headcanons

explanations + hcs below the cut:

content warnings: playful mentions of cyberbullying/death threats (reader's discretion advised)

post notifications on, loyal mutuals for life: thirteen, barbatos, mammon, satan

you cannot convince me thirteen does not have the funniest fucking twitter imaginable. she posts a lot of funny shit herself but also retweets a lot of good content too. she seems like the type to get in fights on social media and win by humiliating her opponent in the funniest way possible. probably makes a lot of jokes about fucking one or both of your parents

the barbatos one might be controversial but hear me out. i think that any account he'd run in association to his work would be dry as hell. but a personal, deeply private account? funny as FUCK. i think this man wouldn't post very often but when he does, it is quite literally some of the funniest shit you've ever seen. he's ancient, too, so i think he'd be persistent. just years of logging on to tell elon musk to k*ll himself (whiCH I AM NOT ENDORSING @ THE GOV IM JUST MAKING A JOKE OKAY WE'RE ALL LAUGHING HERE) in new and creative ways

mammon would probably post a lot about his shenanigans and that to me is worth tuning in to. i think his social media would consist of him posting about a new scheme/plan part of the way through (when things are most exciting) and then updating hours/days later with an "update: lucifer caught me and made me wear a dunce hat for a week straight" or something like that

satan would post the most normally in this category but i think he'd have some genuinely interesting stuff. he'd probably use a photo-based platform like instagram (technically devilgram but y'know what i mean) and his content would fall into two categories: cat pics and the most amazing, exclusive events you've ever seen. he'll post a photo dump of cats he feeds one week and then next is him at some gorgeous exclusive hot springs on a free trip one of his connections invited him on.

mutuals by choice <3: asmo, simeon, luke, levi

asmo posts a lot about himself, but like. c'mon. he's so pretty. and he also just posts a lot of pretty aesthetic influencer photos so it's nice to see him on your feed. he posts a lot, too, so your feed never quite runs dry when he's your mutual. he's also the type to hype your photos up in the comments like you're the only other person on the platform. lots of heart emojis and flirtatious comments on very mundane posts

simeon would be fun to follow in the way that old people are fun to follow on social media. long, sweet captions on his weekly post (that someone helped him post), cute but off-center selfies with the things he cares about, funny grandpa comments on your photos-- ex. "nice photo mc... 👍" without realizing how funny that comes off

luke is just cute and posts cute things. lots of stray animals, pretty sunsets, and cute baked goods. he's even got a few rare photos of barbatos on there looking slightly relaxed. levi made luke's accounts private when he first set them up bc he's been on too many weird corners of the internet to let that innocent angel be corrupted.

speaking of levi, he'd post a LOT about his dorky (affectionate) interests. he's one of the few that would post every day on multiple platforms. there's a pretty small chance you care about each and every thing he posts but regardless, it's nice to see him so enthused and happy.

mutuals bc i'd feel bad unfollowing: belphie, lucifer, diavolo, mephisto

belphie's accounts have all been inactive for YEARS, but if you unfollow him he does get offended. he found out asmo unfollowed him at some point and started an argument about it.

lucifer's social media is also rarely active, but anything he posts is usually at least a little important, so if you unfollow he'll know and get on you about missing it.

diavolo's account is quite literally all royal bullshit and official devildom information, but seeing as he doesn't have personal social media, he still values his friends following him. if you unfollow, his feelings will be hurt, but he'll stay quiet about it.

mephisto's account literally just posts the same lame shit that the RAD newspaper account does, word-for-word and post-for-post. unfollowing either of these accounts comes off as a slight from the feeble human that doesn't care about the devildom. his complaining is always so loud.

not following + no plans to follow: beel, raphael

beel posts exclusively about food. he doesn't run a food-themed account, that's literally all he finds interesting enough to post. he rates all of his meals after he finishes, too. fun, but not my type of content.

something in my heart of hearts tells me raphael's photos are all blurry. like he just thinks his D.D.D. camera is bad when really he won't focus the damn camera before taking a pic.

blocked, reported, cyberbullied for good measure: solomon

i KNOW this man is a menace on social media. he probably eggs on conspiracy theorists and purposely spreads misinformation. it's funny at first until following him starts filling your feed with the crazy bullshit he likes/retweets. he is playing devil's advocate on social media for the dumbest, most argumentative people online bc he thinks it's funny and it's quite literally going to drive you insane if you don't block him. when he's causing problems, he's posting stupid shit. he'd be the type to unironically post the "saw a snail today. effervescent" shit

[pumpkinologists]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You buy Spencer a seemingly innocent gift but it turns out to be a huge turn on

Notes: Finally edited!

Crossposted on AO3

Warnings: smut, kinda sub!Spencer to softdom!Spencer, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

It started with a spark of curiosity. An ember of mischief ignites and causes the neurons in your brain to go haywire. God, it was stupid.

Your curiosity got the best of you; there was no doubt about it when, the next day, your doorbell rang and your eyes went wide. Wickedly grinning, you rushed over to your door, pulled it open, and looked down to see a set of two cardboard boxes sitting on your doormat.

Quickly lifting the boxes, you took them into your kitchen, rummaging through your drawers for something to open the box with. When you finally found a pair of scissors, you rushed back over to the boxes, practically ripping open the flaps once you sliced the tape. You almost squealed when you saw the contents of the box. Everything was perfect.

"I'll be home soon. Just leaving now" was the text you got about five hours later. With a smile, you typed back, "I have a surprise for you when you get home." You sent an angel emoji after, trying to put some innocence into your words.

A giddy grin made its way onto your face as you flopped onto your bed, reading the text he sent back almost immediately: "Oh? What is it?" You could picture the way his eyebrows would crease in thought, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "It's a surprise. Can't tell" he only sent a frowning emoji back.

It felt like ages before you heard the familiar sound of your door being unlocked. You rushed over to the door and stood there patiently. You felt like a dog waiting for him at the door, but you couldn't help the excitement you felt.

As soon as he took one step in the door, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, not giving him any room. A sound of surprise came from the man wrapped in your arms. It took him a second to process what was happening before he gently tangled his own arms around your back, pulling you into him.

"Hi," you say, looking up at him with a wide smile. He repeated the greeting back to you, giving your lips a small peck. "I missed you, Spencer. I've been thinking about you all day," you whispered between small kisses. "I can tell." Before he could reach down and kiss you again, he furrowed his brows. Hey, didn't you say you had a surprise for me?" he asked, picking his head up and looking around the living room.

You giggled at the eagerness in his voice and actions. "It's upstairs in our room." Biting your lip, you looked at the way Spencer's eyes moved in thought. You let go of the hug, letting him take his bag off, before you grabbed his hand and dragged him to your bedroom.

Usually by now Spencer would be rambling about his day to you, but instead he was trying to come up with theories about what your surprise could be: "Is it an early birthday gift? Well, more like late. My birthday was a month ago. You also gave me a gift on my birthday," he was mumbling when you reached the bedroom. You sat him on the bed and looked at him in the eyes.

"Any last guesses?" You challenged him jokingly, knowing he'd take the bait. "Wait." His eyebrows jumped, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He gulped, "you know, you could have just asked." You weren't sure what he was getting at, and now it was your turn to look confused. "What?"

"If you want to have sex, you can just ask. You really didn't have to call it a surprise." He scratched the back of his neck, giggling nervously. Oh, your eyes were blown wide with astonishment, and you realized that saying you had a surprise for him did sound a little bit dirty, but you hadn't meant it that way.

Not letting it affect you, you chuckled and took his hand into yours. "Well, it's not out front sex, but," you dragged on the but, letting go of his hand and reaching for the boxes that sat under your bed, "I'm sure you'll like this even better."

A huff of laughter sounded from the man when you said those words: "I really don't think any materialistic thing is better than sex with you." He said it seriously whilst inspecting the boxes that you dropped on his lap. It was your turn to blush. Covering your eyes with your hands and groaning, you shook your head, "Just open the boxes."

Spencer shrugged and lifted the flaps, squinting at the item inside the box before taking it out. "Chaps?" He seemed confused, reaching for the other box, hoping for an explanation. "And a cowboy hat?" He looked lost, not knowing what he had just received.

Spreading your arms out, you grinned toothily, "Ta-da!" You let your arms fall, going to sit next to him on the soft comforter. "What do you think?" he kept on inspecting them when he spoke. "No offense, but," he looked at you and held up the hat, "is there a meaning to this?" he asked genuinely.

You tilted your head, "Remember about a week ago when we were talking about careers?" He slowly nodded his head, the memory coming back into his mind. You sat there and watched him put two and two together, his mouth opening in sudden realization.

The look on his face quickly changed to an amused one. "So when I told you that I would have wanted to be a cowboy if not an FBI agent, your immediate thought was to buy me chaps and a cowboy hat?" You frowned at his almost-teasing tone. "Well no. An ad for chaps came up on my laptop, and it made me think of you." A pout took place on your lips.

Spencer's eyes softened; he smiled at you and laughed lightly, saying, "I love it. Thank you." He whispered, giving you a kiss. "You're welcome," you pulled back and gripped his hand. "Now quick, go put it on!" You pulled him up and shoved him into the bathroom.

"Wait!" you shouted as you rushed over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans and a blue flannel. "Don't forget this." You smiled and shoved the garments into his hands, pushing him into the bathroom and shutting the door.

It had been a few minutes, and you were starting to get a little antsy. "Are you okay?" You said it outside the bathroom door, your voice just above normal. It was silent for a minute longer than you'd like. "Umm, I'm not sure how to feel about this." His voice sounded anxious.

You couldn't get a word out, not knowing what to say. The quietness was broken by the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. In front of you stood Spencer, clad in his new clothing.

You stared at the man in front of you, mouth agape. If you could take a picture and put it in the Louvre, you totally would because the sight in front of you was utterly breathtaking.

The black hat sat tilted slightly upward on his head, his chestnut-brown bangs falling perfectly on his forehead. His shoulders looked more broad in the flannel, the blue complementing his skin perfectly. His jeans were the best part. The lightly washed color of the denim highlighted the spots where the fabric was just a little too tight on him. The brown leather of the chaps made everything impossibly better.

A nervous noise left Spencer's throat as you continued to survey him. "Uh, do you like it?" he asked shyly, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck. You gaped, "Do I like it?" The passion in your words made you sound almost angry, and Spencer winced a little. "God, you look so good," it was merely said to yourself, but that didn't stop Spencer from blushing like a madman.

Slowly, you walked up to him. Reaching him, you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders; somehow, he even felt better in this. It's not that he didn't feel good normally, but this sparked something completely different in you.

"The jeans are a little tight," you heard him murmur from above your tilted head. "I haven't worn them in so long." You didn't respond to him, only nodding slightly at his words. You took him all in, wondering what you deserved to have a man this perfect in your grasp.

Looking back up at his face, you watched the blush spread across his cheeks. He was adorable. Not being able to take it anymore, you took his face into your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was deep and long, showing him just how much desire you held for him.

A small hum of satisfaction came from your throat when you felt his hands come up to rest on your waist. Your arms rest around his neck, gently playing with the hairs at his nape. Spencer pulled you deeper into him, your bodies squishing together.

Pulling back from the kiss, you panted slightly, trying to catch your breath. Smiling, you teasingly took Spencer's hat off and placed it on your own head, earning a small frown and a whiny "Hey" from him.

Just as he was about to complain, his eyes went wide in realization. Innocently, you flutter your eyelashes at him and ask, "What's wrong, Spence?" He gulped at your words and tightened his grip on your waist.

"You," he stuttered slightly, looking at the hat that was now sitting on your head, "know what you're doing." It was a flustered whisper, an attempt at scolding. You couldn't help but giggle, "I'm not sure what you're talking about. Tell me, please." You dragged out the last word, watching as he pouted and squeezed your waist.

He sighed shakily, "The cowboy hat rule," his eyes were looking down too shy to look you in the eyes, "when a woman steals a cowboy hat off a man's head she has to," his words faltered and his eyes went wide when you reached down in between your bodies and placed your hand on the bulge that was covered in tight denim. "Keep going," you said, sounding eager to hear the rest of his words. He didn’t say anything, so you looked up at him, your eyes halfway toward pleading.

Nodding his head, he let out a soft play and gulped, "It means we have to fuck." Your mouth opened in shock; he was never this foreword. You were at a loss for words—not that you would be able to say anything anyway because Spencer kissed you directly after he uttered those words.

The change in dynamics made your legs clench. You were always used to being the dominant one in the bedroom, so when Spencer shoved you onto the bed and continued to kiss you deeply, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach.

When you both pulled back for air, you managed to let out a panting, "What’s gotten into you?" Spencer, who was currently working marks into your neck, let out a snort through his nose. He finished his actions on your pulse point, and he came face to face with you, your noses brushing against each other. "I wasn’t in the mood for teasing tonight," it was said lowly, a complete opposite from the shy, blushing boy you had just been face-to-face with moments ago.

You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at his words, your thighs squeezing together. "And the way you look at me," he said, kissing your collarbone now, his hands reaching underneath your shirt, "I just want to devour you every time you give me those eyes." You arched into his touch when he kneaded your breast into his hand. His other hand was busy drawing shapes into your waist, keeping you grounded, and reminding you that this was still him.

Sounds of pleasure left your lips as Spencer’s mouth kissed and sucked on the skin of your torso. He made a trail down your sternum and rib cage and was now gently kissing your stomach. He looked up at you, admiration and softness lining his big eyes. "You are so pretty." You smiled at him, a hand coming up to tangle into his brown locks.

Gently running your fingers through his hair, you felt the tip of his nose dig into your soft flesh. Suddenly, you felt a finger hook at the waistband of your pants, dragging them down. Spencer moved to the side of you. "Lift your hips for me," he said lightly. You followed his instructions and raised your hips, setting them back down when your pants were at your ankles. He tossed them across the room and admired the newly displayed skin.

A small hum sounded from his throat, and he dipped his head down, kissing your thighs tenderly. You sighed and gripped the pillow beneath your head, your hips squirming at his touch. A hand comes up to the side of your hip and holds it delicately, squeezing it slightly in comfort. "Please," the plead left your mouth before you could even think about it. 

You felt Spencer smile into your skin. "That was so pretty," he whispered, his hot breath hitting the skin of your inner thigh. You could’ve said something witty back, but you decided it was better to just enjoy the moment as it was. That proved to be the right decision when Spencer said lowly, "I didn’t know you were such a good girl." The words were followed by fingers pulling your panties to the side.

The cool air hit your already wet pussy, making you let out a small moan at the contact. A groan came from the still-fully dressed man above you, his hand moving down to cup his hand over you. "So warm," he mumbled, almost like he was taking mental notes for himself. He didn’t move his hand for a minute too long. You made a noise of frustration, and he moved his free hand up to stroke your cheek.

"Say please again for me?" he asked, caressing your cheek. His eyes were glimmering in the dim light of your room, he looked utterly gorgeous. "Please, please touch me." It was a whimper, one that made Spencer shut his eyes and bite his lip with a moan.

Leaning down to sloppily kiss you, one hand still held your cheeks while the other ran a finger through your glistening folds. You bucked your hips up into his hand, and he chuckled softly, feeling your desperation. He easily slipped his middle finger inside you, making you gasp. You moaned into the kiss and squeezed the sheets tightly in your grasp.

His fingers were long, making it easier for him to hit all the right spots. He moved his finger in and out, thrusting it slowly. Unexpectedly, he moves his thumb onto your clit. Your eyes flew open and your mouth detached from Spencer's, "Oh my," and you cut yourself off when he started to rub your clit in circular motions, making you let out a gasp of pleasure.

Spencer seemed pleased with himself by the way he was grinning into the skin of your neck, gently kissing you. "Feel so good around my finger," he muttered into your skin, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You were lost in pure bliss, letting noises fall out of you that you weren’t even sure you could make. Your hips kept bucking up into his hand. When Spencer decided to add a second finger, you could feel the start of your orgasm.

"I’m close." Your words were slurred, and your head was in the clouds. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly, the fabric meshing between your fingers. He continued to work fervently on your clit, his thumb rubbing circles in perfect time with the thrusts of his fingers. "Spence, I—" as soon as you felt it, it was gone. Spencer’s fingers were gone. Your eyes were full of confusion and frustration, looking at the man who had just ripped your orgasm away from you.

A hand gently stroked your hair while the other one, the one that had just been inside you, was gripping onto your hip. "Why?" You meant to sound angry, but your voice was weak. He only shook his head and kissed your cheek lightly, not giving you any explanation. He continued to trace shapes into your hip with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved down your body. The hand that wasn’t currently on your hip was pulled down, dragging across your sensitive skin.

You shuddered at the feeling. You continued to look at Spencer, taking in his appearance. Somehow a few of the top buttons on his flannel had come undone, and his hair was still messy from the cowboy hat. You couldn’t see past his torso but wondered if he had taken off his too-tight jeans.

Before you could let your mind wander any further, he was tugging your panties down. Once they were fully stripped off, he came face-to-face with your pussy. You gulped and looked down at his face; he wasn’t making eye contact with you but was staring at your wet folds hungrily. When he felt your gaze on him, he looked up into your eyes. "I want you to cum on my tongue." He whispered, licking his lips, when he saw the way your head fell back and you nodded.

He licked up your fold slowly, tasting you with a low guttural sound. You sighed in relief, lightly pushing your hips upward into his mouth. He detached his lips for a second while saying your name. You didn’t really hear him; your brain was in utter euphoria. The second time he said your name, it was a little louder, his hands squeezing your hip to get your attention. "Hmm?" you asked, your hand snaking down to thread into his hair.

"Tell me what you want," Spencer said into your pussy, the vibrations making you squirm. "Mm." You didn’t answer him as you tried to pull his mouth back onto you. He resisted and asked again, this time just slightly more forcefully. "Be a good girl and tell me what you want." He was panting slightly, his hands gripping you tightly. You groaned, "I want," It was hard to get the words out; your mind was only focusing on getting some friction. "I want to come, please," you whined, a pout falling on your lips.

A pleased groan came from Spencer, who didn’t waste time diving right back into your pussy. He thrust his tongue inside you, dragging the wetness up your folds. He lightly sucked on your sensitive clit, pulling strings of noise out of you. He continued his actions until he felt you clench around his tongue, your hips bucking up into his mouth as you chased your high. "Gonna cum?" he asked between licks, to which you let out a weak yes.

Your moans grew louder, and your body writhed and twisted at Spencer’s touch. "It’s okay. I got you," his voice was soothing as it coaxed you to the edge. "Let go and cum for me, okay?" At his wheedling words, you let go, clenching around his tongue and gripping his hair while your wetness spilled all over his mouth. He let out a croon as he tasted you all over him. He soothed you down from your high, letting you relax as he kissed up your body, letting you know how well you had done.

When he reached your mouth, you sloppily kissed each other. You tasted yourself and moaned into the kiss. "Spencer," you said, pulling away, holding his face in your palms. He looked drunk; his eyes were dazed, and his hair was a mess from your fingers. "Hmm?" he questioned, leaning down to kiss your cheek lightly. "Let me ride you," you muttered. His eyes grew eager, and he nodded softly, letting you change positions to be on top.

He leaned against the headboard, watching as you carefully undid his belt buckle, moving onto the chaps that were still buckled tightly. It took forever to get them off. "Jeez, no wonder you were in the bathroom for so long." You furrowed your eyebrows, tossing the leather on the ground, making him chuckle. When you finally got his pants down, you ogled at him.

"You’re drooling," he teased. You shook your head and looked him in the eyes before reaching to take his cock out of his boxers. He squeezed his eyes shut at your touch, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You giggled and lightly stroked him.

A whimper left Spencer’s lips when you dragged the head of his cock through your soaked folds. "Oh my god," he said, putting his hands on your hips, suddenly remembering the dynamic he had set at the start. He grabbed his cock out of your hand, making you confused. Your confusion turned into realization when he lined himself up and pushed you down onto him.

You gasped, rushing to put your hands on Spencer’s shoulders to steady yourself. He was halfway in, but you felt the stretch. He was the perfect size, with an average girth and slightly above average length, giving him reach into spots that made you writhe. "So warm," you heard Spencer say beneath you, letting you sink down onto him without too much effort.

Both of you moaned in unison when you reached the hilt. You sat there for a few seconds, letting yourself adjust, before you rocked your hips. This made Spencer know that you were ready, so he grabbed your hip and started to help you move. You started to grind first, taking it as slowly as possible. "Mm, you feel so good," Spencer moaned when he started to love you up and down.

Your hands still gripped his shoulders as you bounced up and down at a steady pace. The room was filled with the sounds and smell of sex. Heat racked your body; you felt almost euphoric. Adding to the fire, Spencer let one hand off your hip, snaking his hand down in between your bodies to rub your clit. You clenched around him at the sensation. You could have sworn you felt his dick twitch.

He didn’t stop his efforts, still rubbing your clit, "You take me so good," he groaned, his head falling back onto the headboard. You could feel the slight burn in your legs from your repeated motions, but it only added to the pleasure. Spencer moved the hand that was still resting on your hip to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hand.

"Spence," you said, getting his attention. "I think I’m going to come again," you whimpered, your head falling forward onto his forehead. You felt him nod underneath you; he picked up the pace on your clit. Trying to hold in your moans as best you could, you moved your lips down to kiss him. He returned your kiss, your tongues messily sliding together. When Spencer’s hip came up for one particularly hard thrust that synced with yours, you came. You clenched around his cock, and you felt his hips stutter as you did.

"I’m coming," he panted, his hips moving in disorganized thrusts. You felt his hot spurts of cum spill into you. Your head rested on his shoulder, gently kissing him and soothing him through his orgasm. You both panted, your bodies sweaty and tired, idly laying on each other for support. You groaned and gently went to move yourself off his softening cock.

With heavy eyes and an attempt at humor, you reached for the cowboy hat that was lying on the ground. You put the hat on Spencer’s head and smiled lazily. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy." Spencer groaned, picked up the pillow beside him, and threw it at you softly. "That was so lame." He reached over and grabbed you, pulling you into his chest and giving your forehead a small kiss.

"I’m starting to think that I should quit my job and become a cowboy," he said, laying his cheek on the top of his head. Nodding, you mumbled against his chest, "I totally wouldn’t mind that."