#it all sucks anyway cause she was the one who brought me here

[pardonmydelays]

if you log out of this hellsite i do not blame you bc it does suck here but i will very much miss your presence 😢♥️

omg thank you so much! 🥺

yes, it really sucks to be here right now... i literally had to unfollow 100+ swifties to clear my dash cause i was sick of seeing people who are defending all her actions & shitting on joe alwyn for no reason. still, i don't even have the energy to scroll tumblr so all i do is check my messages from time to time. i definitely need a break, but seeing things like that in my inbox makes me want to think it through once again. ❤️

[1aws]

The idea of the handmaiden being shorter than the harbingers (like she's 5’0 ft) gets me going since they could easily lift her if they wanted to while having a rather rough lovemaking session.

Might have already sent this though, if I did then I'm sorry but my brain is failing to remember properly.

— THE HANDMAIDEN. PT2.

In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.

★☆ ! f!reader. part / installation of these drabbles. size kink as was stated in the ask. unprotected. not proofread. warnings for each character are as follows (lmk if i missed anything, it’s almost 2 AM here, my mind is foggy):

pierro — undertones of manhandling.

capitano — mentions of finger-fucking && foreplay. dacryphilia.

dottore — exhibitionism. voyeurism. he lets his other segments do you. creampie. undertones of overstimming just to be sure.

pantalone — rough sex.

tartaglia — foul legacy form. he’s sooo leaky.

PIERRO !

who would’ve thought that there’s a hidden gem in the throng of servants in the palace? the fascination pierro has for you seems to go on unceasing. it is why he keeps you close. apart from your obedience, there’s one more charming thing about you that utterly has him bound and enthralled: you are small.

yes— small. he can control you in anyway he wants. flip you to his satisfaction, drive you mad with his brawn, and fuck you so deeply it will leave you mousy for weeks from the memory. sometimes he fears of breaking you, especially when he gives your little pussy such a fervid pounding that renders you shivering. you tell him it’s alright, i can take it: words that seem to drive him mad that he fixes you on his lap, holding your waist while watching your pussy sucking only his fat crown. impatient, he would dig his nails to your flesh, releasing a gutted moan as he slams you down and fills you with his hard shaft. all virility and nothing less than that.

CAPITANO !

despite not divulging the reason for his lusting after you, capitano thinks that it’s clear as crystal to anyone who possesses good eyesight. the equation is simple: he’s huge and you’re small. aside from the surge of adrenaline it pumps into his veins, the sight of you in bed is one he finds hard to forget.

capitano makes certain that your cunt is drooling before ramming his cock in you. call it safety measures, because it is. despite his infamous nature, he wouldn’t deliberately hurt you if he can help it. however, he sees your wet cunt with white trails of arousal dripping from the hole, and he’d drive himself in with force that takes away a little bit of his sanity. and yet, after all the preparation of finger-fucking, his cock remains a tight fit. your hole gapes around his veiny shaft, utterly small and struggling and fluttering. he releases a grunt, then, pitching his hips slowly despite the physical ache it causes. and even with the measured thrusts, he finds you trembling and crying from being filled to the brim.

DOTTORE !

dottore is a keen observant. and perhaps that is an innate nature that shapes who he is today. there are things that he realizes only after thorough scrutiny. and one of his favored thing— or person— to observe is you. he has been aware of how small you are ever since you’ve started to stand meekly beside him, hoping to get a good look on his experiments while trying your hardest not to be a nuisance. it’s such a foolish little thought: one that has managed to slip through the piles of ideas inside his brain and one he’s more than willing to carry out for the sake of his curiosity.

it has taken him only a few tweaks to use the clones fit to accomplish the experiment. this particular study gives no relevance to his existing ones, and yet it has brought him great pleasure to see you fucked out and senseless by his segments lining up to shove their cocks in you. dottore overlooks the whole experiment, rejoicing at the sight of your puffy cunt expanding based on whose cock and how large said cock is while fucking and abusing your walls. you look so good on his table with your pussy leaking from too much cum jammed inside it. the loads of his segments are an unstoppable current, thick in consistency and languid in motion while running down from the table. an experiment of self-indulgence— one that will keep him awake and one he will continue observing.

PANTALONE !

he likes to measure things. especially the mora that flows in his hundred bank accounts and in snezhnaya. for a man as ambitious as pantalone, seeing the actual size of something gives his ego another shove. he’s probably not the only one who have seen it, as it is palpable whenever he observes how the other harbingers look at you. the difference in your height is one that is not hard to miss— and most certainly the reason that drives him in a frenzy whenever he fucks you stupid.

pantalone grows a habit of pushing the back of your weakened thighs to display your pretty little cunt. before fucking you senseless, he’d press his cock just above your pussy lips, as if measuring how deep he’d go once he’s sheathed inside. he has the image tattooed on his brain, and yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of its sight. you can say it boosts his pride, fucking you with his sheer length, watching the pulsing veins around his shaft shape their thickness on your plumped pussy. until he’s out of order, going ballistic with lust. he fucks you with a need of one deprived man, savaging you to the point of surrender. because as much as he loves the sight, he loves how you cling to him and rake your nails from his back to his buttocks more. you love it as much as he does. and there is no denying, especially when you lock your legs around his body, securing that his cum would go straight to your perfect cunt and nowhere else.

TARTAGLIA !

tartaglia has nothing but adoration whenever you wallow in his wildest fantasies. which sometimes makes him think that it is due to your work as a handmaiden in the palace. although he has not heard any objection from you, this particular fantasy he’s been concealing for so long planted doubt on his mind. and so his joy had been immeasurable after obtaining your approval.

he was not wrong, though. it is truly a magnificent sight. tartaglia finds it fascinating how your pussy seems only slightly bigger than the crown of his cock in his current form. you can barely take him in: pussy hole stretched and gaping around his tip. the pre-ejaculate he’s squirting since earlier seems almost enough to pump your womb swollen. for a second he fears that his cock wouldn’t go in, debating whether he should change back on his human form instead. but you have urged him to go on— giving him full consent to ram his whole length in you. with patient thrusts he did— or at least tried to do so— until he couldn’t endure it any longer and pistoled his hips between your thighs, penetrating your cunt to the root and pumping thick loads that looks exactly like pre-cum. you have a long night ahead of you, it seems.

[k1ngpin42]

I actually love jealous abs/ abs after you’ve been teasing her typa shit 🙏😔idk if this makes sense but I WOULD GO FERAL if u wrote more of those

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪: “ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴏ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?"

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More jealous Abby for one of my fav supporters @mitski-lovesems

Warnings: 18+, (all receiving) strap on, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, masturbating, accidental squirting, rough Abby, edging, overstimulation, minors DNI

In the WLF base, there was a rule of thumb among soldiers that if you returned from patrol without a sore back, arm, leg, or any other part of the body, you hadn’t been doing enough. While in essence, a joke, the amount of times you had personally been launched from high places, stabbed, shot, beaten up, etc was a proper issue. Thankfully, the medical team had a trained physiotherapist to ease the pain. A slightly older woman was your favourite, she would dig her thumbs into the knotted muscles in your back, help you stretch, and give you exercises to ease the pain between visits with her. She always drew cute little drawings on your exercise notes. Her writing was beautiful, too, not unlike her face and figure, with a beautiful complexion of subtle freckles, pretty black hair with waves up to her shoulder, and a smile of perfectly in tact teeth that only illuminated how little she was in danger compared to the rest of the WLFS.

You were sort of oblivious to her flirting with you, mistaking it for friendliness. When your girlfriend and number one scar killer discovered your exercise instructions, written so sweetly by said physiotherapist, covered in hearts and little drawn cats, she was less than impressed.

“The fuck is this?” Abby practically spat, stalking towards you, note in hand. You looked at her blankly. 

“My exercise instructions? They’ve actually been helping quite a lot, not as much as the massages though-“ 

“Massages? The fuck are you talking about?” You eye her softly, not understanding where her anger was coming from.

“You know Miranda?” Her eyes darkened.

“The one half the men and their girlfriends want to sleep with? Yeah, I know of her.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t know that…anyway, you know how I was telling you about that shooting pain I get in my back? She rubs out the muscles, it feels really g-“

“Take off your fucking clothes.” Abby interrupts. Your eyes widen, a small smile fighting to appear on your face at the anticipation of what she could and would do to you. 

“It feels really nice with her thumbs on my bare skin.”

“Bare?” She demands, ripping the jeans off of your body.

“Yeah, I have to take my top off-“ She shuts you up with a deep kiss, her tongue so deep inside you that a desperate whine ripples through you. She breaks the kiss right as you thought you would lose oxygen. 

“Lie down.” Your cheeks flush, she’s always been so damn sexy when she’s all authoritative like this.

“Here? Right on this bench?” You question while she pulls apart your button up shirt, leaving only the bottom half of it on you and showing your pretty bra.

“Right. Here.” Abby groans, sucking on your neck and immediately leaving a dark mark there. 

“Abby it’ll show…” You exclaim, and she gives you a warning look. You know her when she’s like this. Barely talking, only taking what she fucking wants. You shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t ask questions, all she wants it to fuck you into a new plane of existence. You really didn’t understand what brought this on though, you truly didn’t think of your physiotherapist in any way other than a good physio. 

“Good. It’ll teach that perky little cunt who you belong to. Lie down, I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Yeah…yes, Abby.” You comply, lying down and causing several condiments and decorations on the bench to crash onto the floor. 

“So fucking sexy sprawled out for me. Fucking touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.” Your body feels like it’s on fire. You feel nervous as you bring your fingers to your clothed cunt. She rolls her eyes.

“Take that shit off, pretty girl. Need to fucking see you.” You nod, pulling it down to your ankles which she helps take all the way off your feet, tossing it into the pile on the ground. 

You let out a high pitched moan as you rub your clit a little faster. Abby smiles, bringing her hand over your body. 

“Good girl…” She coos, pulling you onto her lap. She puts her own fingers into you quickly and without warning, immediately finding your clit and making it feel 10 times better than with your own fingers. 

“What was that moan baby?” She teases. “Are my massages a little better than your little physio girlfriend, huh?” You let out a whimper as she puts her two middle fingers inside, all the while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Holy f- fuck….” 

“Stuttering only over my fucking fingers huh? My girls so needy.” You feel so good you want to fucking cry when she removes her fingers and slows the speed on your clit to an almost non existent pace. 

“Abby…” She ignores your complaints, picking you up off of her lap and walking towards the bedroom. Still shaky from the stimulation, you watch eagerly until she returns with a large strap.

“Jesus Abby….” You begin to say, watching the determination on Abby’s face.

“She’s just my friend- she’s not even my friend she’s just my doctor…Abby-“ 

“Don’t waste your breath when you could be using that pretty mouth of yours for…better things. Open up.” She commands, effortlessly attaching the strap to her waist. You stand up and she just laughs. 

“Where you going sweetheart?” You exhale sharply. 

“The bedroom…I thought-“

“Now why would you deserve the comfort of a nice soft bed after keeping this from me hm? My girl needs to be fucked, hard and good, remind you who you belong to.”

“But I didn’t even-“

“Uh-uh. No talking.” She says, lifting your mouth open with her thumb.

“Tap on my hip if it’s too much okay baby?” She asked, her voice coming out sweeter than the vulgar shit she’s been saying thus far. You smile comfortingly at her, nodding. She grabs the bottom of your chin, pushing the tip of the strap into you and coating it with your saliva. 

“Fuckk.” Abby remarks, feeling heat grow at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna push a little more into you.” You hum into her as she says this and she laughs, teasingly.  “Aww, it’s okay, you can take it.” You nod, feeling it near the back of your throat this time. 

“Fuck…I’m gonna fuck your face harder just- fuck- deep breaths for me…” She says, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck….that’s really….get it really nice and wet for me so it’s ready when I fuck you.” She says, barely able to contain herself from how horny this was making her. 

You pull away, revealing the soaking strap.

“Perfect baby. Now I know you were mad I didn’t let you cum before so I’m just gonna give it to you, okay?” Fuck. You could have cum just from her words.

“Answer my fucking question.”

“Yeah- yeah that’s good Abs…” You say, dumbly. What you would say if you could, is that “yes Abby, it’s okay, in fact I want you to use me for your own pleasure like I’m a toy and treat me like I’m fucking nothing,” but a simple affirmation of this being “okay” worked for you both. To those who say jealousy is a red flag clearly hasn’t seen how good red looks on Abby fucking Anderson. 

“You know what? I don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” She says, taking a seat on the bench beside you. 

“Sit.” Abby beckons to her large thigh. To save you from your gawking, she pulls you onto it herself and starts bouncing her leg up and down innocently. 

“F…mmm~” You say, closing your eyes as the vibration of her bouncing ripples through your cunt. 

“What’s that sound baby?” She questions. You roll your eyes at her act. 

“Why are you…mmm~ teasing me?” “Because. I don’t like the idea of anyone fucking touching you. You’re gonna cum over and over until I’m done with you and only when I want you to.” She explains, increasing the pace.

“Oh fuckfuck Abby…”

“Shh…it’s okay.” She coos. The friction of your bare cunt on her clothed muscular thigh makes your head go fuzzy.

“G’nna cum…” You slur your words, making her give you a cocky smirk as a result. 

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum hm?” She says before stopping her bouncing. You let out a whine.

“Abby what the fuck?” You demand, clinging onto her. She kisses you playfully. 

“Oh baby, you think I’m just gonna give it to you? You’re not being very convincing that you’re mine yet. Hump my thigh yourself. I might even let you cum if you do a good enough job.” You groan in irritation, but comply, slowly moving up and down the clothed skin. It feels good, but nothing like what she could give you. 

“Please…want you so bad…” You beg. She smiles lovingly at you.

“Aw, I know baby, I know. But look at you. Going so slow f’me, acting all shy when I know my girls not shy is she?” You let out a shaky breath as the fabric hits your clit just right. 

“No Abby.” She tilts her head in amusement at your struggle to get off.

“Fine, do you need my help?”

“Can…” You stop yourself, remembering how unappreciative Abby is of your manners and shy demeanour. 

“Put your hand on my neck…please.” You ask, softly. She nods, putting one of her large hands on your throat.

“Fuck~” You moan loudly, the word coming out barely audible with the little amount of air you have. Abby’s practically gleaming and you can tell she’s wet over this. 

“My pretty girl begging for my hands like a fucking slut, huh? So fucking sexy.” She coos, and it’s not long before you’re cumming, with slick lining her pants. When you finally open your eyes, you blush at the sight of them.

“S…sorry” You blurt out. Abby just smiles.

“It’s okay, something to remember you by, hm?” She picks you up, taking you to the bedroom and planting you, sprawled out on the bed.

“I thought I didn’t deserve a bed.” You say, starring up into her watercolour eyes. She nods.

“You weren’t, but you impressed me with that little show before.” She says, matter-of-factly.  “I was going to tie your hands down, but I want them clinging onto me and digging into my skin while I fuck you. I think the straps wet enough still.” Your cheeks flush crimson and she tilts her head, eyeing your body. She takes off your bra effortlessly and immediately goes down to suck at your nipples, moaning as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive buds. You bite your lip. Once she’s satisfied with sucking and marking the top part of your body, she begins lining herself up with your cunt.

“Deep breaths baby, I’m not gonna stop unless you use our safe word kay? So you can beg and cry as much as you fucking want to. You can pull my hair or dig into my skin, but I won’t relent okay? I’m gonna-“ Abby says all at once, so fucking obsessed with you. “I’m gonna fuck you into next week just- can I? God please let me fuck you.” Your thighs quiver as she speaks, and you nod eagerly. 

“Please do, I need it.” You say, and with this she pulls you towards her by your legs and thrusts almost the entire strap completely into you. You let out a cry. It stings so fucking good. She edges the last bit into you, moving hard and fast inside.

“Fuckkkk ohmygod thank you- thank…fuck….”

“Tell me that fucking….” Abby grunts, titling her head back while continuing to dick you deep.

“Slut…means nothing to you.” You moan, your eyes rolling back.

“Fucking look at me.”

“S- sorry I’m sorry.” You moan. “She means nothing to me…it’s you…it’s only you, ohfuck-“ You could tell it was almost enough, but not quite. 

“Tell me-“ Abby sighed, looking a little guilty.

“Can you tell me you hate her?” You look at her, surprised. 

“Abby…”

“Just….just this once…it doesn’t have to be- true I just….” You let out a small laugh. 

“So insecure toda-“ She playfully hits you, thrusting in deep.

“Okay sorry- I hate her Abby, you’re the only one for me.” She nods.

“Good fucking girl.” She remains true to her word, fucking you over and over until you can’t even form a fucking sentence. You’ve lost count at which orgasm this was, it didn’t matter, but you felt your stomach yearning for the release that made your legs shake with you collapsing into her. 

“Ab- mmm” You hum out. She smiles, finally going out of you and admiring your fucked out body. You were glistening with sweat and a combination of your slick and hers. 

“You did really good. Sorry if I was…too rough.” Abby says as she runs her fingers through your hair. You shake your head.

“S’good.” You say. You’re too tired to notice her moving down the bed, that is until you feel her between your thighs.

“Ab- what?” You exclaim. She rubs your thigh fondly with her thumb.

“I’m just gonna clean you up.”

“With your tongue? Abby I came like 10 times…” She laughs at this. 

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Oh my god…fine but none of your usual shit” You banter. She gasps, pretending to be offended.

“What usual shit?”

“Don’t give me that, when I’m just relaxing on the couch or I’m writing at a bench and you eat me out for like 20 minutes straight.” She smirks.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re all “mmm, ahhh you taste so good” like is it my pleasure or yours at this poin-“

“Okay, okay. I’ll be gentle.” She says, more convincing this time. You nod, spreading your still shaky legs.

She licks a stripe up your soaking cunt and you let out a deep breath. Then, she kisses your clit, sucking on it and tonguing between your folds at the same time. You let out a loud moan, already so fucking sensitive. You were so fucked out you were screaming, and instead of feeling like you needed to cum like the previous 10 or so times, you felt like you were going to pee, pass out, and cum all at once.

“W-wait Abby I- you should….mmm…st…stop I might pee Abby st- mmm” Abby had already warned you earlier though that she wouldn’t stop unless you used the safe word, and at this point you didn’t know if it would be worse to pee on Abby’s face or be denied an orgasm.

Thankfully, (and surprisingly, you might add) you didn’t pee, though, instead something miraculous happened, and Abbys face was completely soaked as you squirted all over her. You were frozen. Stunned. Embarrassed. Surprised. You wanted to kill yourself, that had never fucking happened before. You waited for Abby to come back up and she looked at you fucking awe stuck.

“I am so sorry…I’ve never squirted before that was so disgusti-“

“That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” Abby admits, interrupting you. You blush, covering your face with your hands.

“Really?”

“Holy fuck baby, we’re doing this every day….I need that to happen again.” “I was just…it was so much and I…”

“Fuckkkkkk I think I came I was that aroused.” You laugh at this, not believing her. She smiles back, thankful you feel more confident now.

“I’m serious, look.” She reaches down and her hand comes back up, dripping in liquid. You nod.

“Well alright then.” You laugh and she brings you into a hug.

You stand up and she looks betrayed when you do so. You laugh at her facial expression.

“I’m showering, need to get cleaned up properly this time.” She smiles.

“Ooh, can I come?” You sigh. 

“This is going to be a long night.” You remark as you both head into the nearby bathroom.

[half-oz-eddie]

“I didn’t know you had a kid, Harrington.” Billy’s voice surprised Steve.

“Shh. I finally got him to calm down.” Steve loudly whispered. “And he's not my kid. I heard him crying, so I came in.”

Billy wrinkled his nose in bewilderment. “Who the hell brought a baby to a house party?”

“I dunno. I came upstairs to go to the bathroom and heard a baby crying. He was in here all alone with a full diaper so I changed him.”

The baby began fussing and wailing as Steve tried to calm him down.

“My mom used to babysit a lot for our neighbor when I was a kid. Give him here.”

“Uh…okay.” Steve handed the baby over.

“Hey. Hey little guy.” Billy cooed. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss your mama?”

The baby’s face contorted in agony. 

Steve watched Billy in utter disbelief. He didn’t think a soft side of Billy actually existed.

“Pass me that little blanket.” 

Steve tossed the blanket to Billy, and he draped it over his shoulder. 

He held the baby over his shoulder, gently burping him. 

The baby let out a loud burp and spit up slightly. 

“See? Now he’s calm and quiet.” Billy looked at the content infant. “Aren’t you, little guy? Yeah, you’re so happy now.”

The baby began to smile. 

“He’s so young. He can’t be more than 5 months old.”

“I dunno who brought him or why they left him on the bed all by himself.”

“Yeah they laid him down after he ate and that’s why he had all that gas.”

“Shit. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Good thing I was here, right?” Billy cheekily smiled.

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” He forced himself to admit.

“We gotta find his mom.” Billy glanced down at the baby. “He’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at’im. He’s trying to eat his hands.”

Steve noticed the diaper bag on the bed and rummaged through it. “There’s this…Similac…ready to feed bottle. So we can just like…give it to him?”

Billy nodded. “Should be fine.”

After feeding the baby, the pair decided to go around the party searching for the baby’s mother. 

There was no ID in the diaper bag, nothing to identify the baby by name, not a damn thing. 

They asked every girl they came across within an entire hour if the baby was theirs, each one declined until they found themselves right back where they started. 

“So you mean to tell me some dumb bitch dropped off her baby at a random person’s party and disappeared?” Billy questioned. 

“Hey, hey don’t curse in front of the baby.”

“Why? He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” Billy lifted the baby, smiling as the baby smiled back. “Right, little guy? Your mommy’s a dumb bitch isn’t she? Yes she is, yes she—“

“Knock it off.” Steve demanded. 

“You’re no fun, Harrington.” Billy scoffed.

“We should bring the baby to the police station.”

“How many drinks did you have? I’m too buzzed to drive with a baby.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“How far is the station?”

“About 15 minutes by foot.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I’ll gather the baby’s things. You put his little jacket and hat on him.”

“Sure thing.”

The three boys left the party and started walking to the police station in the dark. 

“Not what I expected to be doing with my time.” Billy mumbled. “This kinda sucks. For the baby, at least.”

“Yeah. It does. Poor kid. Can’t believe someone just abandoned him there.”

“Anybody could’ve fuckin’ stolen him.”

“Right!” Steve agreed. “Luckily it was us that found him and not some creep.”

��Damn right.”

A silence fell upon them as they continued walking. The night air was good for the baby, who slept securely in Billy’s arms. 

“What time is it?” Billy asked. 

“Almost midnight.”

“Got a curfew?” 

“No. You?”

“Broke curfew an hour ago.”

“Hey—but—it’s for a good cause.”

“I don’t care about curfew anyway. He’s gonna hit me whether I come home on time or not.”

“What? Who? Your old man?” Steve asked, almost sounding worried. Or maybe he was being nosy, Billy assumed. 

Billy refused to answer. He shook his head and sighed softly. “Just forget it. I’m still buzzed. Guess the alcohol’s got me running my mouth too much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Billy still refused to elaborate and the rest of their walk was eerily silent. 

They were relieved when they finally reached the police station. Billy couldn’t believe he was actually happy to see the police, but the awkward tension was too thick to even cut through with a chainsaw. 

Fortunately, Chief Hopper was working the night shift. Steve felt comfortable approaching him immediately and explained the full story to him. 

Jim took the baby into his arms, sighing disappointedly. “So the kid was just abandoned, huh? That’s a shame.”

“It is.”

“Good thing you guys were looking out for him.” Jim smiled. “Go on home, boys. If anything happens, I’ll follow up with you tomorrow.”

“I—that’s it?“ Billy wondered. 

“That’s it.” Jim confirmed. “We’ll try to find the kid’s mother.”

“What if you don’t find her?” Billy asked worriedly. 

“We’ll make sure the baby’s safe. You have my word. Now go on, kid. Go home. I’ve got it from here.” Jim promised. 

“C’mon.” Steve gently persuaded Billy to follow him out. 

The walk back to the party to get their cars was twice as tense as before. Billy walked with his shoulders tense and his fists clenched. He was obviously pissed off and worried about that baby. 

Admittedly, Steve was quite concerned as well. 

“Hey, man, we did everything we could.” Steve said, trying to offer Billy a bit of comfort. 

“I just wish we could’ve done more.” Billy admitted, loosening up his shoulders. 

Steve smiled a bit. It was comforting to know that underneath it all, Billy had a pretty big heart. “You’re a decent guy, Hargrove.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Billy responded with a smirk. 

The uncomfortable tension between them was gone, and perhaps the rivalry as well. Steve was tired of running into Billy at parties and it felt like Billy would take a swing at him any moment. 

The two got in their cars, not bothering to say goodbye to one another, because they both silently agreed saying anything more after their last words would feel weird. 

Steve pulled off first with Billy trailing behind until he took a left turn, disappearing from Steve’s rear view mirror. 

He figured that was the end of that, and hopefully things wouldn’t be so awkward between them the next time they saw each other. 

The following morning, there was a loud knock on the Hargrove-Mayfield house door. 

“How can I help you, Chief?” Neil greeted at the door. 

“I’m looking for your son, Billy. Is he home?”

Neil’s pleasant face contorted with anger. “Something the matter?”

“I need him to come down to the station and answer a few questions.”

“Hey chief.” Billy appeared before them. “Did you find her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Could you come down to the station? Steve’s already in the car.”

“Ha-hang on now.” Neil interrupted. “What’s this all about? Is Billy in some sort of trouble?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I—just don’t think my son should be at the police station without his father present. He’s—“

“He’s 18. He doesn’t need you there. I’m sure he wasn’t gonna mention the bruises around his neck. Those weren’t there when I saw him last night. I’ll be sure to talk to him about them, though.” He informed Neil with a cold glare, leading Billy out to his car. 

“I’m fine, chief.” Billy attempted to reassure. 

“Are you?” He skeptically questioned, opening the door and gesturing for Billy to get in the car next to Steve. 

He sighed and joined Steve in the back seat. 

“Pringles?” Steve offered. 

Billy silently accepted, glaring up at Steve who looked away pointedly. 

Great. Now 2 people had seen his bruises, and one of them was a cop. This felt like a recipe for disaster. 

When they arrived at the police station, they were shown a photo. 

“We managed to identity the baby’s mother using a business card with a personal contact’s information on it. Do you recognize this woman?”

“I do. I remember fucking asking her about the baby and she got really weird. I thought she was high or just hated kids.” Billy replied.

“We have her in custody and her family took the baby in.”

“How long is she going to prison?” Steve asked.

“She could do four years, she could do no time and just be forced to take parenting classes.”

“What? Are you fucking s—Are you fucking serious? She just throws her kid away and doesn’t even have to face any consequences? Who’s to say she won’t do it again? That’s bullshit!” Billy exclaimed. 

“Hey, calm down, man.” Steve attempted to offer come comfort. “You did everything you could for that baby. His mother has to live with her mistakes.”

“And what if she doesn’t care? What if she feels like she was better off without that baby and didn’t care what happened to him?”

Steve fell silent. This felt extremely personal. Steve worried that maybe Billy was projecting throughout this entire ordeal, and that’s why he was so eager to help and got so angry about it.

Jim closed his office door and offered Billy some coffee. 

“I need you to relax, kid.” Jim said sternly. “I’d hate to have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You’d seriously do that? C’mon Hop!” Steve fiercely defended Billy. 

“I don’t want to. That’s why I want him to relax. I can tell you’ve had a long 24 hours. You drank a little too much, found an abandoned baby, your father got violent with you, and now you learn you were face to face with the kid’s mother and she lied to you. I understand.”

Billy refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

“I also know Susan’s not your mom. Where’s your mom, Billy?”

Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He mumbled. 

“I see.”

Steve could feel his heart snap. He had no idea Billy was dealing with so much, but it explained everything. It explained his anger, his shitty attitude and it definitely explained last night. He felt like he learned so much about Billy so quickly. 

“Hey, Chief? Is there anything else you need from us? Or can I walk Billy out?”

Jim asked them a few brief questions and sent them on their way. 

They stood in front of the police station and Billy lit a cigarette. 

“You wanna go grab food?” Steve offered. “I’m really hungry.”

“You paying? I didn’t grab any money.”

“Yeah, c’mon. The diner’s nearby.”

They sat in the diner and ordered some burgers. They made it halfway through their meal in somewhat amicable silence. 

“You should’ve let Hop help you. You could’ve pressed charges against your dad and—“

“And what? Go where? I’d be homeless, break up a marriage, and still have to go through a trial and be dragged through the mud. Only for a 50% chance of my dad even going to jail. And if he’s not guilty. I’ll be worse off than I was before.”

“You’re right. I’m…sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Because I—I’m stupid. I’m always trying to be there for someone and I’m always too much.”

“At least when you’re too much, people still want you around.”

“Sometimes.”

Billy scoffed. “Cut the shit, Harrington. Everyone likes you. Everyone wants you around.”

“People like you too, Billy.”

“Not in a way that matters.”

Steve’s heart continuously ached for Billy. 

“Well. I really like you, Billy. You showed me what an amazing guy you are last night. I-I want us to be friends.”

He skeptically raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me be here for you. For anything you need. You can knock on my door anytime. Call me up if you wanna talk or just play some basketball.”

“I guess. And…you can do the same, or whatever. Like…call me to play basketball or drink beer.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“You’re sappy. Shut up.”

“Are you blushing, Billy?” Steve tried to search for Billy’s eyes as he constantly looked away. 

“No. Stop lookin’ at me.”

Billy wasn’t blushing. His face was flushed from trying to fight back tears. Steve caught a glimpse as one rolled down Billy’s cheek. 

“Let’s get outta here.”

They found a quiet place in the woods beneath a tree and shared a cigarette. 

“Why were you crying?” Steve asked. 

“I wasn’t.”

“I saw you, Billy. It’s okay. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“I thought we said we were friends.”

“Is this something friends do? Cry around each other?” Billy sneered. “Like some therapy session?”

“It’s something I do. If we’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

Billy sighed, flicking the cigarette butt. “Last night was really fucked up. When I found out that baby was all alone without his mom, I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I was when my mom left me. And how…she didn’t want me either. And I don’t even know what I did wrong.” His lip trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, letting him sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Billy glanced up at Steve with his red, glossy eyes, and for some reason, he kissed him. 

The kiss was soft and gentle and not foreign to either of them, but Billy pulled away suddenly, apologizing and trying to jump out of Steve’s arms.

Steve refused to let him go. 

“It’s fine. I kissed you back.”

“You make everything sound fine!” Billy shouted, gently nudging him away. “You make everything feel like it’s—it’s gonna be okay and I can just—be like this with you. Why are you doing that?!”

“Because I like you. And everything can be okay with me. If that makes you feel happy. If you want me to.”

Billy hesitated before lying back down on Steve’s shoulder, melting into the safety of his welcoming warmth. 

“Don’t you care about other people seeing us together? Like—like this?”

“No. We’re the coolest guys in Hawkins. And if someone said something, you’d probably pick a fight with them.”

Billy laughed, finally, for the first time since yesterday. “I probably would.” He sighed. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I dunno. I guess…a really fucked up situation brought us together and we just…clicked.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys either.”

“I wanna keep learning about you, if...that’s cool.” Billy's voice was soft and bashful as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve squeezed him a little tighter. “It’s very cool.”

There was a calm, amicable silence between them.

“Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Wanna go to my place and sleep this off?”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

[wintersera]

hii what do u think of giselle and yunjin fucking you???🥲🥲🥲 i feel like they'd just be big bullies to you and degrade you all the time

cw: dubcon, degredation, drugging, somnophilia, blackmail, i made them assholes in this im sorry 🫠🫠

okay my bad i haven’t answered this (holy shit i’m so sorry) but anyways. when it comes to me theres no normal vanilla thoughts about this, because let me tell you… i want these two women in a way that will cause the second coming of jesus christ—

also i felt like making this a drabble even though i said i wouldn’t do requests or asks my bad guys… brain rot!

bully!aeri and bully!yunjin being very well known for bullying people left right and centre. them having a few lackeys that would run their errands. unfortunately you were one of their little targets to fuck around with quite literally you weren’t a lackey or anything, they just liked to poke fun at you time to time. do that thing that bullies often do and just shove you into a locker, pour water or some drink over your head during lunch breaks, call you a few names here and there, take really humiliating pictures of you and say that they’re not gonna post it anywhere, maybe they have posted it. but anyways, you know, the usual shit.

they thought it would be so funny to invite you over for funsies and not explain why they want you over. so really, who were you to deny their request? quite obviously they could just blackmail you to come running over.

aeri is kind of an enabler to yunjins behaviour- like she knows what she’s doing is horrible and thats why she doesn’t do it normally, but this time is kinda different. aeri is all like “it’ll be fun c’monnnn. you find y/n kinda cute anyways. i know you think she looks so cute when she’s crying… plus, i think she’s cute too. just wanna fuck around with her you know”

and so the day comes. you’re standing in the middle of their room,,, shit you’re so awkard, but that’s to be expected. in what situation would your bullies invite you to one of their houses?

they’d tell you to relax “don’t worry, we just wanted to hang out” for all you know they’re making snacks in the kitchen giggling to eachother while you awkwardly make yourself comfy, sinking yourself on the couch. eventually they brought over the drinks they made specifically for you and handing it over, watching as you sip the drink hesitantly.

“hmm this is kinda good… anyways what am i doing he-“

BITCH?? it only takes you few seconds and you’ve blacked the fuck out. you’re extremely vulnerable infront of both of your bullies, you’re kinda fucked.

oh noooo what ever shall they do to you

you’d wake up to yunjin between your legs with a playful smirk on her face, lapping at your clit, making sure that you definitely feel her tongue flat against it.

oh and aeri? she’s standing behind yunjin taking a video, snickering as you wake up from a good 30 min knock out nap “what the f-fuck?” were the only words that came out of your mouth before yunjin shoved two of her fingers knuckles deep into your cunt.

in panic, you looked up to aeri who was fixated on keeping you in frame while you were being fucked rough. her eyes were glued onto the screen, keeping in a laugh that was in her throat. she noticed you staring at the camera. she laughed “god you look so pathetic. did you really think that we would want to hang out normally? especially with you? hmmm… what would your mom think if she found out that her precious daughter was a slut”

yunjin just chuckled. she kept sucking on your clit while she was so so deep inside of you. i mean hell you were out of it??? your head banging from the spiked drink, and your bully was going down on you? shit was so confusing, but it was all welcomed. aeri and yunjin obviously didnt know that you were getting off to this, so they just carried on with the thought of messing you up beyond your capabilities.

yeah, yunjin wasn’t as mean as aeri was, but the way you writhed your hips on her face whenever she circled her tongue around your clit, made her act harsher. yunjin’s nails dug into your thighs making you hiss at the feeling. you felt more needier, more desperate for her tongue.

at this point they both got that you were whoring yourself out for them “aeri, do you think this little slut deserves to cum?” which gets you panicking a bit

“i don’t think so” aeri responds back with a playful tone “i think i should have a go with our toy before she gets to cum, don’t you think? yeah no they definitely found out….

before you could figure out what they were gonna do, aeri had already switched places with yunjin, disregarding her phone. at a agonisingly slow pace, aeri toyed with your clit “you really do enjoy this, fucking whore- oh i can’t wait to use this against you” yunjin picking up her own phone and snapping a few pics before ripping open your shirt “everyone thinks you’re the sweetest little thing, so cute, so vulnerable, so easy to fool. it’s so funny, no one else but us knows that you’re just a pathetic slut that was waiting for this to happen to you” a few more pics of you shirtless with aeri in between your thighs were taken.

aeri signalled for yunjin to come closer, telling her that it was completely fine to mark you up and leave bruises for all she cares!! no one would really give a fuck anyway- now if it wasn’t aeri’s or yunjin’s marks they’d probably gaf because well… they’d most likely corner you and ask if you were whoring around 😭

besides the point, yunjins trailed across your neck and collarbone, leaving as many hickeys as she can while aeri began fucking you with her fingers relentlessly.

time passes and you’re calling out their names simultaneously, “yun— fu…fuck aeri, can’t- can’t take it anymore” yeah they really dont care, not slowing down at all LIKE AT ALL— aeri fucking you so deep, so rough and so fast that it makes you feel so overstimulated, and with yunjin fondling your breasts and biting at your neck, it makes sense that it made you fall unconscious for a split second. gripping onto the sheets tightly once you come back to reality, screaming their names as they witness you cum all over aeris fingers.

oh and also, for extra measures, they take another pic of you. this time your legs spread wide for the camera— yeah no they’re asshole my bad

so yeah— moral of the story… um i think that bully!aeri and bully!yunjin nghfnfhnfnnhfnfnffnfbfb FUCJ I NEED THEM IN AN UNHOLY WAY 😤😤😤

[elliesbabygirl]

Hypophrenia

Ellie Williams x Female!reader

Summary: A sudden meltdown near Ellie causes you to worry about her attraction to you. Ellie and reader are in a relationship already .

Warnings: Crying, mentions of a panic attack, nail picking and a college wellness center (we all know college centers suck ).

Author's note: New piece of writing, who's excited? Hopefully, this piece turns out alright in the public eye and obviously encourages me to try new styles and write more often!. Reblogs, comments & likes are greatly appreciated.

Wc: 0.8

Hypophrenia

[hi-po-fre-ne-a ] • Greek

(n) A vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without any cause.

Now playing: I just wanna feel your love again - Montell Fish

“Ms.l/n”

You didn't mean for it to happen, one minute you're fine and dandy. The next you're hyperventilating while your vision becomes blurry. The worst part was Ellie noticing your meltdown and immediately getting up from her seat to notify the professor.

“Ms.l/n!”

A low voice caught your attention, you couldn't bother responding fully instead choosing to hum to let them know you're listening.

“How are you? Ms.williams said you were experiencing..issues? I'm dr.Castillon and I am one of the many counselors here for students like you. Which you obviously know, care to explain what happened today?”

Great, a wellness center. Ellie brought you to a wellness center, she thought something was wrong with you. You pinched and picked at the skin surrounding your nails as you looked up at dr.Castillon.

“Nothing's wrong, I just had a moment in my lecture s'all”

You responded, eyes wary as you looked around at the office space. Lightly cluttered, strong smell of coffee and degrees all over the walls.

“You had a moment? Do you wanna explain that to me?” Dr.Castillon asked as they readjusted themselves into a more entertained position, the chair squeaking as they laid back.

You didn't have to look back to know that castillon was giving you a condescending smile. The speed of which you picked your nails at increasing as you felt trapped in a box.

“Is this neces-”

A knock at the door interrupted you, moving to look behind you as the door quietly opened to reveal what looked like another counselor to you.

"Castillon- oh forgive me, I don't mean to interrupt but dr.Castillion is needed” Seeing your chance, you nodded at light speed. Already up from your chair as you grabbed your backpack, shrugging it on.

"nono, it's okay! There's something I need to do anyways"

Slipping past the other counselor, you hurried through the small hall. Eyes focused on the ground as you entered the waiting room. Ellie stood up, eyes full of worry as she came closer to you.

“baby, are you okay?”

You gave her a measly smile as you ignored her question and hurried outside. The chilly november air welcoming you with a harsh kiss to the face, your breath visible as you walked away from Ellie.

You couldn't face her, not now. Not after she had to drag you all the way to the wellness center like a crying baby. The embarrassment was eating you alive as you heard her trying to keep up with you.

“Y/n, wait up! What's wrong?!”

God, you wish the world would just open up and swallow you whole. You couldn't bare having to see her face to face and explain what was wrong.

Because the truth was, you didn't know. You didn't know why you had these episodes? Could you even call them that? It seemed like a stretch to call them episodes and you couldn't call them panic attacks because it just came on whenever you were fine with no probable cause.

“Y/n! Listen to me!”

Ellie stopped in front of you, hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. Her lips in a small pout as she took in the way you looked and it was then when she realised that you had looked tired.

Your eyes dead as you just stared at her with no will to response. How long had you been feeling this way? And why didn't you tell her? It made Ellie feel like a bad girlfriend and an even worse friend.

“Oh baby..”

She wrapped you in a hug, tears pricking her own eyes as she nestled her face into the crook of your neck. Ellie shuddered, the feeling of her brown jacket against your own puffer motivating you to hug her back.

She could sense your insecurity, you were scared of how she would react. Scared that Ellie wouldn't wanna be with you, all because of a meltdown and it broke her heart.

“Baby, I love you..and nothing's going to change that okay?" she whispered into your neck, her hand finding the back of your head as she slightly massaged your hair.

The two of you might've looked weird, hugging in the middle of the walkway while crying but Ellie couldn't give a single fuck neither could you because you needed her in that moment and she knew that too.

© 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ─ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨.

[blond-jerk-tourney]

Strawberry Bracket: Bracket Finals

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Nanami Kiryuu

She's the mean girl of the show, and a pretty interesting take on the "bitchy vain school rival of the protagonist" trope. She spends most of her early screentime being a bully and most of her later screentime being both the biggest loser imaginable and deeply sad/troubled (which still does not erase how much of an asshole she can be). She even laughs like your stereotypical mean rich girl. Nanami has so many problems and sucks so so bad. I adore her.

Shes a psychotic bully who seeks to ruin the lives and reputations of any girl who gets more of her brothers attention than she does. Reasons Nanami Kiryuu deserves to win: - she has made many attempts at physical and psychological terrorism against Anthy Himemiya (including a plotted wardrobe malfunction at a crowded social gathering) simply for drawing more of her brother's attention than her - tried to fill Anthy's bedroom with wild animals (a snail, a snake, and a live octopus) to make her out to be a freak only to find that her room was already full of wild animals - she bankrolled an elementary schoolers crush on her to turn him into her personal boyservant - briefly non-personed a member of her bully entourage for sharing an umbrella with her brother - received a luxury cowbell due to a shipping error and smugly wore it to school for weeks flaunting it like high coture - when her bully entourage rebelled against her due to her brothers manipulation she brought them back in line by just straight up beating the shit out of all of them - all in all just a petty, goonish motherfucker (she also does the ohohohohoho anime girl laugh)

she's blond: despite being Japanese her hair is yellow, unlike her brother's. yellow is even her image color. she's a jerk: introduced as a jealous and dishonest scheming bully, she is one of the more outwardly antagonistic characters in a cast where pretty much everyone is a Real Piece Of Work she's the best: the quintessential ohoho-laughing ojou, her fully-realized character arc makes people both laugh and cry even her sidekick is a blond jerk! how many blond jerks have their own blond jerk sidekick?

i don't know what you've heard but she's NOT the kind of girl who lays eggs!

The token mean rich girl of the franchise. Does the classic "ohohoho" laugh. Doesn't like either of our main characters. She never actually seems to get her way, and secretly has a lot of her own problems. also she lays eggs and turns into a cow

Absolutely THE quintessential anime mean girl. I mean literally her laughing is THE meme for the hohohoho anime laugh. Needs attention So Badly and straight up bullies anyone she deems a threat to that (so basically Everyone). I haven’t finished RGU but apparently she duels with the intent to kill and drowned a kitten once because it was taking up too much of her brother’s attention? Also she’s 13 which explains a lot

Char Aznable

He's extremely blonde and he's a total asshole. he has had a gay thing with 2 people and tried to kill both of them. he makes a new identity and its arguably more blonde and more of an asshole. look up Quattro Bajeena

Snooty little motherfucker supreme. "I have never betrayed anyone in my life" says man who spent his whole career lying to people. He's in love with his rival and he won't admit it. He's my silly rabbit. He is the "I came here to laugh at you" guy

Char is an environmental terrorist who dropped space colonies of people living in space onto earth so people would leave earth for the earth to heal from human damage. He's a prince that should have been assassinated seducing the new prince while undercover to kill the family that killed his family. Anyway vote for Char. He stole the name Char from some other guy from space Texas who he caused the death of

Excuse me that's not char aznable that's quattro bajeena, why would you ever confuse the two :/

[fillinforlater]

can i request for smut bomi?

missionary, tits play

Phone: Return of the Angel +2

Male Reader x Yoon Bomi, Kim Minju x Yeh Shuhua

Length: 1730 words

Tags: kinda an orgy, missionary, tits play, tits sucking, cumming on tits, light bondage, loser/winner as dom/sub dynamic, thigh worship, needy, loud moans, pussy eating, thighs as ear muffs, smothering thighs and tits, everyone = horny

TW: very stupid also UNEDITED QUICKIE

Inspiration: dude, this anon waited over a year (23rd January of 2022 till now lmao). I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait. Bomi is not only a talented and hilarious idol, she also got a killer body ffs. Thanks for the GIFs @friskyriskywhisky

(A/N: HAPPY MINJU DAY! (Ey, this is technically a Minju fic? There is angel in the title.) Ofc I got a fic that at least features our beautiful Minmin, but also show love to Bomi and Shuhua for they are HOT.)

“Actually, I forgot the punishment. I’ll go to the bathroom and clean up, maybe I have a punishment idea till then.”

Shuhua leaves you baffled and quickly walks out of the room. Her cum covered thighs and ass sway with every step. It’s like she is dancing while searching for your bathroom.

“On the left!” you shout. Shuhua disappears around the corner and you hear her lock the bathroom. You return and see a wet, naked Minju, clearly distraught that she lost the competition. Before she can jump you, you walk towards the kitchen, out of her sight. Maybe this will prevent her from acting on her hyper-horniness. Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

“Oh, fuck,” you curse out and quickly reach for something to put on. Shuhua is in the bathroom so a bathing robe or towel is not an option. Some sweat pants and a jacket will have to do. The doorbell rings again. You look insanely stupid when you open the door.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Oh, hello,” the person responds in a feminine voice, “are you the guy from—”

"The app?” you interrupt her with a cheeky grin, before scanning her body. She wears a large overcoat that looks like one from the 1920s. Something about her mature look and overall allure makes your fantasy go wild. Hopefully she really is here for this one thing.

“From the flip phone?” she adds and wiggles her eyebrows. You nod and grab the top of her jacket. When you pull her in she almost stumbles over her own feet. You must have caught her by surprise there. 

“Sorry, didn’t want you to get cold,” you try to explain yourself, but her lips are already on yours. They are smooth and moist, you can feel her lip stick stick to you. She wiggles her shoulders and her jacket comes loose. The tight white dress below looks way better anyways. Although this woman might be a stranger, she is leaning into the kiss with all her passion and her sizable breasts crash into your chest like airbags of pleasure. 

“I’m not cold at all,” she huffs in a sultry tone and begins to undress you too, “but thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“Before we continue this,” you respond and wrap an arm around her small waist, “at least tell me your name.”

“I’m Bomi, but please, just call me Noona.”

You smile. Your heartbeat increases after hearing her needy, yet imposing words. Wordlessly, you guide her to the living room as she pulls off each piece of your clothing. The couch still looks like a mess, and Minju sits on it with a grumpy, annoyed, yet cute expression. These glasses are something else. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, scraping the back of your head,”but I have other people over. You know, for the same reason as you.”

“I know her,” Bomi giggles in her most sultry tone,”Who could forget Angel? I think she is the one who caused this mess?”

“Yeah. She brought a friend and things went overboard.”

“I see.”

Bomi spins you around and your already stiff rod presses against her dress. She urges you to push her into the cushions, into the dirty juices. You oblige and land on top of her. The two of you giggle and Bomi pins you with her gaze. She has this ability to entice you with just her eyes, so her body might actually give you an untapped boost of desire. 

A wink and she tugs down her dress. Two massive melons jump free from the tight enclosure. Their dark pink bipples are stiff and urge you to latch your lips onto them. But first, you have to give them a good squeeze, feel the softness on your fingers. It’s unlike Minju’s or Shuhua’s thighs, but they are just as arousing. 

“Noona, fuck,” you groan and lean down to her bosom, eyes still fixed on hers.

“Suck them,” she responds, a hand in your hair,”but please, fuck me already.”

Bomi pulls aside the silk that blocks off her entrance. It’s wet and inviting, so you slip right into it. The woman below you writhes and moans loudly, as if to free herself of all the stress and tension from everyday life. You gladly help her to achieve this goal. You suck harshly, you pistion hard, you give her your all. 

The contortions of joy and pleasure on Bomi’s face are great, but your ass gets attracted to a different sight. Minju sits at the other end of the couch and thrusts her three of her fingers into her tight cunt. She looks very envious of Bomi and—whether willingly or unwillingly—tries to seduce you with her wide hips and squelching pussy. Luckily, someone puts an end to this.

“Yah, Minju!” a nude Shuhua shouts from the doorframe,”You lost the game! No orgasm for you!”

She walks over to Minju and forces the Angel’s arms behind her back. With a belt that you recognize as yours, Shuhua ties Minju up and leaves her standing, with needy eyes and shaky legs. You want to watch this story unfold, but Bomi forces your drooling mouth back to her nipples. Apologetically, you continue to suck on them.

“Focus, boy,” she moans,”you’re so good at this. Give me all of your cock.”

You spread Bomi’s legs a bit further apart to pound her faster, which evokes her to throw her head back into a puddle of your cum. The gooey mass sticks to her hair, but she doesn’t give a shit and pushes her pelvis up into yours. You switch up your rhythm and to the other nipple, all to give Bomi the best experience. 

In the meantime, Shuhua has fun teasing Minju. 

“Ah, it’s so fun to know I won. I made him cum and you didn’t. That’s although your thighs are so round and big.”

Shuhua puts two fingers at Minju’s mouth and fishes out her tongue. With her other hand, she caresses Minju’s body, her breasts, her waist, her thighs. When Minju starts to drool, Shuhua collects the saliva in the palm of her hand and slaps it onto Minju’s pussy. It’s a mesmerizing game, and Minju’s whiny, needy moans show that she loves and hates it.

You put your thumbs on Bomi’s nipples and rub up and down like on a control stick. Your lips place kisses on other spots of her tits, while you find the right spot to pound her into oblivious bliss. The way her muscles flex, both on her face and in her pink cavern tells you that she is close to an orgasm. A few more thrusts and she—

“Yes! Oh my God, hng!”

Unbothered by her shacking Unnie, Shuhua sits down on the couch and tells Minju, who kneels in between her spread legs, the punishment of the game:

“You have to kiss and lick my thighs, every single spot, until I’m satisfied. Oh, and don’t forget to cover them in praise.”

Minju gets to work and so do your balls. With Bomi’s orgasm subsiding, your own is impending. You continue to jolt your hips forward, but you remember that not everyone might enjoy you cumming inside them without asking. You stop your licks on Bomi’s tits and ask:

“Noona, I’m close. Where can I—”

“Not inside,” she gasps,” on my boobs, cum on my boobs.”

You chuckle at her words of choice. Words won’t form, as her suffocating pussy leaves you breathless. Pull out and position yourself over her round chest. While you jerk your mind to numbness, your eyes pick up how Minju drags her tongue up Shuhua’s trembling underthigh. The victorious girl coos and giggles. 

“Hm, who has the best thighs?”

“Miss Shuhua has,” Minju pouts on the smooth skin.

“True. Now kiss them. Good girl—or should I say, good loser?”

You stare at them for a second longer, before realizing that Bomi still awaits your cum on her tits. As if to say ‘my bad’, you tighten the grip and a couple of strokes later, you unload on Bomi’s round melons. She gasps in surprise of the hot stuff covering her even hotter skin.

The two of you say nothing, both chest heaving after this exercise and superb stimulation. Shuhua’s chest heaves as well, but her stimulation is still ongoing. Minju goes from smothering one massive thigh with kisses to the other, hands still tied behind her back. Shuhua has both hands in her own locks. She gets off from a simple tongue on her meaty thighs, but you are certain that she would enjoy it—

Before your thought can manifest itself, Shuhua already takes action. She locks Minju’s head in a tight grip of her round, trunky tree trunks of thighs. The poor girl was just about to pass back from one gigantic thigh to the other, when Shuhua starts to suffocate her in a glistening slit. 

“Yes, eat me! Your tongue is so good!” Shuhua screams manically and throws her head back. She misses the view of a pussy-drunken Minju, who licks and sucks and devours Shuhua’s entrance as if her life depends on it. In the case of this horny angel, you’re fifty-fifty on if she perhaps needs some form of sexual activity to not die. Maybe she is just horny, maybe she needs the bodily fluids of others to survive. Either way, her esophagus will inevitably be flooded.

“Oh fuck, Angel, I—”

Shuhua’s consistent moans and screams get cut short right before her climax. Bomi has risen from her post-orgasmic state of limbness and now presses both her cum covered tits into Shuhua’s face. Bomi looks mildly annoyed, and you can’t really blame her. 

“You may cum,” Bomi whispers in a threatening tone, “but do it quietly, while you clean my tits. You’re not some winner, just a horny bimbo with massive legs.”

Rub your eyes, then continue to gawk. Shuhua convulses and her pussy sprays messily, like a broken water hose. Minju gets drowned in the clear nectar and laps it up with dazed eyes, like it’s liquor making her drunk. Bomi squeezes her breasts from both sides and spreads your spunk on Shuhua’s face, like it’s the canvas for a postmodern art project. 

With every female person in this house insane, you’re the only bastion of sanity left. And you’re hard. Screw sanity.

[gravehags]

fever for the fire

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: semi-public sex, soft dom Cumulus, finger fucking, reader staring at Cumulus' divine cleavage, Cumulus being a little bit of a stalker, pet names

Words: 1,720

Summary: This party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

a/n: HORNY GHOULETTE HOURS ARE NOW here's the Cumulus smut I promised y'all and there's not a lot of story build up I just want to do filthy, filthy lesbian things to her. That's it that's the fic. Also era 4 ghoul outfits fucking rule.

divider by @ghuleh-recs

All at once, the party became too goddamn loud.

Someone brought an amp and Dewdrop’s guitar out and all of a sudden, they were being treated to the most horrific hell sounds from the aforementioned instrument while the offending ghoul laughed and laughed. Siblings were getting more and more animated as more and more liquor became consumed and those who hadn’t found someone to make out with were playing drinking games on the ornate mahogany table. You could feel the headache creep up your spine and start to settle at the base of your skull, so you set your punch down (what was even in this stuff?) and stepped out. After you shut the door behind you, the party became wonderfully muffled as you wandered down the cloister towards the courtyard. Finally, you had traveled enough that the chirp of crickets was the only sound filling the air, the hot day finally surrendering to a pleasantly warm summer night. You walked out a few yards onto the grass after slipping off your party shoes and luxuriated in the cool blades beneath your feet and the bliss of finally being alone.

Or so you thought.

“Hey,” the voice comes from behind you suddenly and you spin in place, cussing loudly. Reclining on a lawn chair lounge was a ghoulette with crooked smile on her lips. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, causing the riot of blonde curls that erupted from it to bounce. You could see her fangs peeking out as her smile widened.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, hands fidgeting in front of you as the ghoulette continued to stare. “You’re…you’re Cumulus, right?” It was an educated guess. Or rather a guess based on her beautiful curvy figure which you had observed from time to time in the library. You knew her name, but that was all.

The ghoulette makes a noise of affirmation in her throat, somewhere halfway between a giggle and a purr. It makes your stomach clench and you flex the muscles in your hands before putting them behind your back.

“Nice night,” Cumulus says in her warm voice, turning her gaze skyward. You nod and when you actually take in her figure, your throat goes dry. She’s wearing the standard ghoul uniform, but had done away with the restricting tie and had unbuttoned the black dress shirt enough to give a glorious view of her ample cleavage, framed between black suspenders. You avert your gaze a moment too late and you can see her fangs again as you flush horribly.

“Take a seat, sugar.” She pats the cushion next to her left knee and you hesitate only a moment before complying. “Party too much for you?”

You roll your shoulders and groan, very aware of how close the two of you are now.

“It’s not my scene, I got bullied into coming and then got ditched. Typical shit.”

She tuts and begins to wind one of her ringlets around a clawed finger. You try not to watch out of the corner of your eye.

“Poor thing,” she coos. “And now you’ve found me. You’re one of the librarians, right?”

You’ve never seen Cumulus before, well not without a mask that is, and you frown slightly.

“Uh yeah. How did you know that? Have we met?”

Sharp white teeth flash in the darkness and she takes her bottom lip between them while looking at you from underneath long lashes. Your cunt clenches and you’re back to balling your fists, trying desperately to smother whatever the fuck this is.

“No, we haven’t met. Not formally anyway, but I’ve seen you puttering around with the books. Pretty little thing.” Your eyes go wide and there’s that feeling again in your stomach as your eyes dart to meet hers. When she reaches out to brush the tips of her fingers against the fist at your side you nearly choke, chest heaving. Her fingers inch forward to toy with the black and red fabric of your slinky dress and you let out an exhale you know sounds so pathetically desperate but fuck she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and that was with the mask. The fuck were you supposed to do now after seeing her face?

“Do you want me, little librarian?” she asks suddenly. She’s not looking at you, but instead at the material in between her fingers. “Because I’ve wanted you. I watch, you know. I’ve seen the way you smile. The way your hair falls over your shoulders. The way you’ve gone so long, so painfully ignored by others. Tell me, would you let me have you all to myself?” Her eyes shoot upwards to meet yours again and your jaw hangs open inelegantly, mouth dry and body wanting.

“Yes.” Your voice is raw and cracked, you know you sound like these are the first words you’ve ever spoken in your life. She pulls back, practically glowing, and pats her lap.

“C’mere, baby,” she says softly and you don’t even hesitate before standing up. You inch your dress up your thighs and with a few maneuvers manage to straddle her generous hips. When you settle, she slides her hands up your thighs and you gasp at how cool her touch is.

“Air ghoul,” she says simply while caressing your legs, delighting in how the goosebumps pebble under her touch. You nod dumbly, bracing yourself on the arms of the lawn chair. You’re soaking wet, so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if you were leaving an embarrassing mark on the front of Cumulus’ black jeans but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she’s almost gleeful as her hands slide further up your thighs to grip at your hips and belly, her claws digging deliciously into your flesh. You bite back a moan at the sensation as your hips rock wantonly against her. All she has to do is lean forward ever so slightly and you’re lunging towards her to slam your mouth into hers. You’re over-eager but she’s patient, waiting for you to slow and match her pace as she languidly licks into your mouth. She makes sweet noises under you and you cant your hips again, sucking hungrily on her bottom lip. When she moves one of her hands from under your dress to pull at your hair you break the kiss with a loud moan. Cumulus smiles up at you beatifically as you continue to grind your sopping cunt onto her.

“P-please. Please Cumulus, I need you.”

She laughs at you, warm and bright, continuing to caress your scalp.

“You want me here? Right now, in the garden? Where anyone can see us? Filthy girl.”

A pitiful whine leaves your lips when you feel one of her claws toying with the waistband of your underwear. You’re starting to feel dizzy and drunk, long after the party punch has worn off. Her hand slides down between the two of you and you choke on your gasp when she pushes the gusset of your panties aside, letting her fingers brush at the heat of you. She inhales sharply through her nose and a small growl bubbles from her throat.

“So fucking wet, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You nod frantically and your grip on the arms of the lawn chair becomes painful when she slips one finger between your folds and runs the pad of it over your clit. You practically howl and she rubs at you slowly, methodically. Cumulus is breathing heavily now, clearly enjoying the mess you’re making on her hand as she slides her finger inside of you and you loudly keen. Her pace begins to gradually quicken as she adds another finger, curling both inside of you to hit that gorgeous spot that makes lights dance across your vision. She’s gasping and heaving as much as you are as she fucks into you, the noises of your slick the only sound in the darkened garden. When she slows, your eyes fly to hers to plead and she grins.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, honey. I want to see you come undone.”

Your jaw hangs open and your hips begin to rock against her stilled fingers. She’s got them curled perfectly inside you and you do as she asks, head tilting back as you use her. She’s whispering filthy things to you – that’s it love, so good for me, so fucking sweet – but you barely hear them over the sound of your own moans. Your hips and thighs burn from the effort of riding her hand and you’re about to collapse when you feel that familiar pull on your spine, moving upwards towards your chest. The sounds you’re making are lewd and you’ve probably attracted attention to your quiet garden spot but you can’t stop the jolt of your hips. When you open your eyes to look into her heated stare, you stop breathing for one beat, two beats, and then cry out sharply. She finishes the job, her fingers pistoning inside you at an impossible pace as you ride your orgasm, cunt clenching on her. Cumulus doesn’t stop when your body twitches with overstimulation, not until you mewl against her chest begging for mercy. Slowly, she removes her hand from your underwear and Satan, it’s embarrassingly wet, but she revels in it. Bringing her hand up to her mouth you see her fangs flash yet again as she wantonly licks a stripe up her palm and slips her two fingers inside her mouth. The sound she makes is enough to cause your hips to jerk against her one last time and when she pulls you in to taste yourself on her mouth you don’t object. Pressing your foreheads together she lets out a contented sound before cupping your cheeks in both her hands.

“We, uh,” the words feel heavy and slow on your tongue, “we should probably take this somewhere else.”

“Think you made enough noise to wake the dead, sweetheart, but sure. I know a place.”

When you finally disengage yourself from her and stand, the ache in your thighs and knees causes you to groan. She hops up with little effort and pulls you eagerly towards the direction of the ghoul den.

Your shoes sit forgotten in the grass.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

There’s an idea that’s been on my mind for the last several months, and while it’s not FNaF related at all, I still want to share it because I like it.

It’s entirely fantasy—it would be surprising if it wasn’t, given everything that’s involved it, but, Anyways-

It follows Binx—an (anthro) jackalope, their sibling Rox, and a few others that I’ll eventually get to. But, for right now, I’m going to focus on these two. Getting straight to the point... Rox died.

Some time before the main plot would start happening, Rox proceeded to get captured by someone, lost her antlers and an arm, and then was killed. Binx found him—but it was too late.

And while, at first, Binx doesn’t do anything major, and simply grieves over their sibling, until they remember something—resurrection. Rox is gone for about a month before it happens.

Basically stealing something that can actually cause the revival, Binx immediately went into the process of trying to revive their older sibling, not wanting her gone any longer.

However, here’s the thing about resurrection in this world. It’s obviously a thing that can be done—it can be successful—but it’s not an easy thing. You could have whatever to cause a resurrection, but it has the possibility to not work.

There’s only about a 9% chance of any revival/resurrection actually ever succeeding—and Binx just happened to get lucky. But even then, there’s more problems going on.

While it brought Rox back, and healed the bare minimum, one: she’s still needing time to to actually recover. Two: Rox can barely remember anything after being brought back.

He still remembers certain things—who he is, going on adventures—dying, etc. However, Rox is unable to remember Binx at all, among other people and other certain things.

And then comes another problem. While actually being alive now, the whole resurrection doesn’t seem to be a permanent one. It basically worked, but only a little bit?

Think of it as a spell—Binx revives their sibling—she’s alive again—not a sort of zombie or anything—but slowly, the spell is disappearing, and soon, Rox will die again. But, clearly, Binx doesn’t want that.

...But, in other words: Never try to resurrect anyone here. It just sucks.

So, what follows is basically: Binx must try to find a way to fully save their sibling before it’s too late, as well as wanting to get Rox’s memories back—while Rox himself... doesn’t really want that.

I don’t think I’m doing that great at describing this—but, trust me, there’s a lot to it, but I just don’t know how to describe it the best.

That whole situation isn’t the only thing going on—because, at the same time as that, there’s a villain (of course) going around, and the siblings need to be protected.

Uhhh... yeah. That’s all I have to say.

[creamsickle-writes]

Lights, Camera, Action: Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

Tags: nsfw, oral sex, size difference, and penetrative sex

made for @lawscorazon's 1k followers event!

You sit anxiously on a black couch, squirming a bit as you try to get comfortable. The sofa is cold and a bit uncomfortable, but you try not to focus on that as the woman behind the camera sets everything up.

Her name is Nami. She’s a beautiful girl with red hair and deep brown eyes. You smile shyly as she starts rolling the camera.

"Well, hello there, pretty girl..." She giggles, panning the camera up from your feet to your face. You flush at the compliment.

"Hi there," you smile back, looking directly at the camera.

Though, your eyes curiously wander over to the man next to Nami, who has a broad smile on his face. He's pretty tall, his arms bulging as they were crossed over his chest. You lick your lips, excited for what you are about to do with him.

"And what's your name, hm?" Nami purrs, hanging onto your every word.

You give your stage name, and Nami shouts an "ooh," hyping you up. She gives a cheeky grin before she speaks again, "And how old are you?"

As you answer, you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, and Nami simply nods.

"So," the redhead starts, "Why are you here today?"

You gulp, your cheeks red before you speak. You look at the camera through thick lashes, "I'm here to get fucked."

Nami laughs, "Well, I think I can help you with that. I have a very special guest for you…"

You gulp as the tall green-haired man walks from behind the camera and into your space. He's larger than you realized, easily towering over you in stature even when he sits down.

"He's handsome, isn't he?" Nami smirks.

You gasp as his hand reaches for your thigh, gently massaging it. He leans in slightly, eyeing you up and down. Your core starts to light up excitedly.

"Oh," Nami coos, "I think he likes you."

You whimper as his palm slides up your thigh even higher, his hand dangerously close to delving between your legs. You look into his eyes and see that he returns your gaze. His face has a slight smirk on it as he touches you.

"You're pretty cute…" he chuckles, squeezing your thigh softly, "Is it your first time on camera?"

You swallow and nod your head sheepishly.

"Don't worry, I won't break you like I do other girls then."

"Careful," Nami chides, "you might scare her off."

"No, no," you insist, "I… I want him to break me."

Your co-star lets out a low growl at that, instantly going to nip your ear. You moan as he trails kisses from your ear to your neck, biting and sucking along the way. You tilt your head back, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

"You two are already getting into it, huh?" Nami laughs, "I hadn't even asked all the questions yet."

Nami watches as the man begins feeling you up, his hands sliding over your sides.

"Well, I guess the other questions aren't that important anyway." the redhead says, angling the camera to get a better view, "Why don't you show her off for us?"

The tall man chuckles, his hands tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling the article of clothing over your head. You flush as your breasts are now free from their confines. Your co-star groans, his hands immediately on your chest.

"She's got nice tits, doesn't she?" Nami coos from behind the camera.

"Yeah," the green-haired man agrees, his fingers reaching for your nipples. When he touches them, he's quick to twist and pull at your nubs. You moan out, throwing your head back further as he stimulates you.

He works your nipples with his fingers for a short while before he leans forward and captures one in his mouth. You gasp and squirm as his warm tongue assaults your sensitive nipples. It feels too good; you cry out for him.

His other hand reaches between your thighs, swiping over your clit through your panties as he dives under your skirt. You buck your hips into his hand, desperately trying to chase that feeling of pleasure he brought you.

The green-haired man moans as he keeps sucking, causing you to grip the couch tight.

He pulls away for a moment to take off his shirt, and you openly ogle him. He's ripped, his pectorals look so soft, and his abs are made of steel. As you admire him, he speaks, "Take off your clothes."

You stand up and take your skirt off, allowing it to drop to the floor. Next are your panties which you toss somewhere in the room.

"Turn around, let's see your pussy," Nami says, and you obey, your back facing the camera. You flush as you bend forward and reach back, pulling your cheeks apart to reveal your wet cunt. Your shyness starts to melt away as your arousal takes over, your only concern being when you're going to be stuffed full.

"It's so wet," you moan, sliding your fingers across your slit and pulling away, showing off your sticky slick to the camera.

You stand up straight, and your co-star makes his way off the couch, standing tall before you. You swallow as you look up at him, his gaze intense as a smirk graces his lips.

"You ready to suck some cock?" He laughs, and you sink to your knees, eager to start. He unzips his pants and steps out of them. He takes off his underwear next, and woah, he's enormous. The man is a goliath; his throbbing cock had to be at least nine inches. He was thick, too, with a prominent vein adorning the top. Your mouth waters.

"Put your arm next to his cock for me," Nami directed, and you did, his cock a few inches short of the size of your forearm. You giggle and look up at him, his grin only getting wider.

"He's big," Nami laughs, "You sure you can take him?"

You lick your lips, "I think I can."

The man guides your head to his tip, and you press a few wet kisses to it. Then, you experimentally lick the tip. You get a taste of his precum, it's salty, but you enjoy the earthy taste nonetheless. You open your mouth and encase his swollen head, gently sucking. He grunts and grips your hair even tighter, gently nudging your head forward to get you to take more of him.

You take him down inch by inch, swallowing him up. He groans as you take him halfway. You choke on his cock, the shaft too long for you to take it all. The tall man moves his hips, fucking your face with a roughness that makes your jaw sore. With each thrust, he works himself in deeper until, next thing you know, your nose is pressed against his pubic bone. You gag and cough around him, but he keeps going, as you don't give the signal that you want him to stop.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as his hips move, his balls hitting your chin with each thrust. You moan around him, placing your hands on his muscular, tan thighs.

Eventually, he pulls out, rubbing his wet cock head over your lips. You hum happily, allowing him to smear your spit over your mouth.

"Let's get her on the couch," Nami says, and you gasp as the muscular man picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He places you down on the sofa, your head leaning on the armrest.

You eagerly spread your legs, hooking one of your hands under your thigh, showing off your puffy lips to him. The green-haired man swipes his fingers over your exposed slit a few times before angling his cock over your lips. He slides over your clit a few times before pushing into your wet hole. He grunts as he penetrates your hole and immediately gets to work, fucking you steadily. You furrow your brows together as you look between your legs, watching his bronze cock go in and out of your tight cavern. You held one of your breasts in hand as the other jiggled with each thrust forward. Meanwhile, your other hand rubbed your clit, trying to add extra stimulation to the whole ordeal.

The man grunts, his hands holding onto your hips as he fucked you. You moan as he slams in balls deep, your cum coating his cock. You look into his eyes to see his brows knit together as he observes you. His gaze is dark and intense as he keeps his pace up. You notice sweat start to build on his brow.

Your core throbs.

"You look like you're having fun." Nami teases, moving the camera so she can get a better angle.

You moan out, "Yeah, feels really good!"

The man grunts again, gripping your hips even tighter as his hips speed up. Your eyes roll back, and you grab his arm, trying to find anything to hold onto. He's stable, sturdy as you hold onto him. His hips grind against your own, and you pant openly, tossing your head back.

It’s a pleasure you don’t want to end, but with the redhead’s “cut!” it does.

"Okay, I think we got enough of that position." Nami says, "Let's try another one."

The green-haired man lets out a sound of approval before scooping you up again. This time he's seated on the couch and has his arms hooked under your knees, his hands holding your cheeks. You didn't know your legs could stretch back so far, but here you were, your co-star trapping you in a full nelson.

"How's this?" He asks, his cock poking against your slit.

"Ooh, that's a good one," Nami exclaims, getting up close and personal with you both as the man slides in, "You can see everything with this angle."

The redhead moves the camera, so it's angled between your legs and the man begins moving again. Your eyes roll back, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full. He's able to reach even deeper inside of you now, and you ball your hands into fists, unable to express physically how overwhelmed you were. Your toes curl as he hits that spot within you. He continues rubbing against your g-spot, and you let out a strangled moan.

"You like getting fucked like this?" He asks, his voice rumbling.

Your brows are furrowed together, and your mouth hangs open, "Yes!"

He chuckles and picks up the pace, fucking into you even faster and rougher than before. You moan as you bounce up and down on his cock. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth hangs open, his cock hammering your g-spot. You knew you wouldn't last long.

"Gonna cum!" You gasp, tossing your head back, so it rests against the man's broad, tanned shoulders.

"That's it, cum for me." He says it through gritted teeth, his hips working even faster to bring you over the edge.

You gasp as you gush all over him, your fluids wetting his cock. He continues bouncing you on his cock, his hips moving to meet your own. Your chest feels heavy as he continues to fuck the breath out of you.

"What do you think?" He growls lowly but projects his voice enough for the camera, "Wanna make it a creampie?"

"Hah," you pant, trying to catch your breath, "Yes, please…!"

With a few more thrusts, he's groaning behind you, emptying himself inside your hole. He lifts you off his cock to show your hole to the camera. You feel his seed dripping out of you.

"How was that?" Nami giggles, pointing the camera towards your exhausted face. The camera picks up on your rising and falling chest as well as your furrowed brows and half-lidded eyes.

"Amazing…"

Post Credits Scene

"Alright," Nami announces, "That wraps it up!"

The actor puts you down, and you look up at him.

"It was a pleasure working with you!" You smile and extend your hand outwards. You were new to this whole thing, but you figured it'd be best to be cordial and professional, even though your business involved getting handsy.

"Likewise." He takes your hand and shakes it. His grasp is firm, and your knees get weak at the display of strength.

You internally shook yourself; this was supposed to be professional! Yet… when you looked at him, you couldn't help but swoon. His green hair, intense gaze, and tanned skin made for the perfect man.

"It's Zoro, by the way." He chuckles, "My real name."

You also stammer out your real name, both of you removing your hands from the handshake.

As he collects his clothes, you do the same. You flush up to your ears as your heart races.

Nami comes up to you both, "Wow, that was great! You two have some good chemistry! We might have to see about scheduling you both for another film."

"I wouldn't mind that." He says, smirking as he looks over at you, "What do you think?"

You nod timidly, and Nami claps her hands together, "Great! I'll talk to the boss about it."

With that, Nami leaves, and you and Zoro are left to get dressed.

"Hey," Zoro starts, "You did a great job out there."

"O-Oh, well, you were doing most of the work." You humbly laugh.

He chuckles, slipping his shirt over his head, "You got any other shoots today?"

You shake your head, "Nope, totally free."

He hums at that, and your mind works a mile a minute trying to decode what he's thinking. As he straightens out his shirt, he finally speaks.

"I never do this with coworkers…" he looks away from you for a moment before meeting your eyes again, "But you're really cute, so-"

You stifle a giggle. He's a big-shot pornstar who dirty talks and pounds his co-stars on camera, but he can't ask a girl on a date? The two sides of him were very different.

"If you're asking me out," you smile softly, "the answer's yes."

With that, the man's smile returns.

[astrababyy]

it sucks how this book series refuses to allow feyre any sort of agency or consequences anymore. it really ruins the nuance to her.

feyre as a character in book 1 was something kind of special. in book 1, feyre overcame an intense prejudice against the fae — however justified her fears might’ve been considering the rumors that were spreading of faeries killing humans by crossing the wall.

and she didn’t just overcome it — feyre risked her life to save one of prythian’s high lords. she went through pain and torture and turmoil all for a faerie, because of love and loyalty and hope that they could have a future together. that’s actually really beautiful, and i genuinely despise how that’s destroyed in the later books.

feyre doesn’t get to have any agency from book 2 and on. she doesn’t get to have an emotional maturity higher than that of a teenager (which, in fairness, is kinda fair since she’s like 22 in the latest book), blaming other people for her own choices and decisions. feyre doesn’t get responsibility for her actions or a complex look at her suffering and pain.

feyre gave everything to save tamlin — and his court. she gave everything up for the male she loved, and that’s completely destroyed in acomaf by that book having the audacity to treat it as though feyre’s suffering utm was even a little bit due to tamlin.

the suffering has to be pinned on someone — and that someone can’t be feyre, despite her being the one to go down there. someone has to take the blame so feyre can keep playing the victim in a situation where only the victims survived and making jokes out of other people who faced hell all the same. there can’t be any complexity in her wondering if all her actions were even worth it. she can just blame the victims of the situation and move on with her life.

feyre’s the savior of Prythian, and she became that of her own accord. tamlin returned her to her old life, and she went back. she went back despite everything. she suffered torment, fucking death, and anything and everything in between. in the beginning, she hates Fae so much that she feels no remorse for killing a faerie, even if she wasn’t fully in the know of his status as a species. in the end, she’s willing to give up everything for one. that’s beautiful. it’s actually pretty profound and a very noble thing on feyre’s part that’s a real testament to her original character.

however annoying or irritating she was in the books, feyre was a much more balanced character in the first book, in my personal opinion. she had flaws, yes, but she also had skills and intelligence (on occasion) and a noble character to her that made her more likable.

it’s completely ruined by how the books just won’t let her be a person in favor of making her out to be saintly, even though that just makes her annoying asf. feyre destroyed the spring court to get back at tamlin? oh, let’s just pretend that all the lives she ruined aren’t important just ‘cause her feelings were hurt. feyre locked her fucking sister in the house of wind because she didn’t like how she coped? it doesn’t matter, because nesta got “better” anyway! feyre went willingly utm to be the characters’ savior, and makes herself out to be the victim a book later because “tamlin didn’t do anything”?? even though he’s the one that brought her back home where she’d hopefully be safer anyway?? really??

it’s just like… the fact that feyre’s character needed to be bent and twisted into something unrecognizable so it could seem remotely realistic that she’d ever get with rhysand is something so depressing ‘cause her character is ruined and reduced to a love interest to mr iM sO pOweRfuL aNd dEpResSeD LoOk aT mE. like, i’m sitting here wondering how sjm can call herself a feminist when this is how she ruins her mcs.

feyre’s just like- “hero gets saved from suffering by victims then goes back to save them anyway; blames them for not helping her AGAIN when their hands were all but physically tied behind their backs”. like, this is not okay. it’s such a lazy way to portray a character, and it’s really such an injustice to the actually decent personality and arc feyre had in the first book.

in other words: thanks, i hate it. 😃

[pixelsl0tz]

Made this for my girl @4zureal , requests are open if you want anything. If this even gets any attention anyways, BUT this does include underground illegal racing, it does switch povs halfway through, smut, fem!reader, bottom aku, fem!reader uses a strap on, overstimulation, edging, neck kissing and mommy kink! I should say I know absolutely nothing about cars so apologies for anything I get wrong. Also this is low key pretty long ngl… hope y’all can be patient and read the whole thing :(. This also might be a bit ooc and I’m very sorry if it is. Also might suck since it’s basically my first time writing smut. But I hope you guys enjoy!!<3

“Are all our racers ready?” A lot of reving was heard as an answer to the question. You looked to your left to see someone already staring at you. You gave him a smug smirk as he looked away with an annoyed eye roll. Akutagawa, your sworn enemy after he beat you the first time you tried out racing and bragged about how easy it was. Safe to say you gave him a fucking heart attack when you participated in the next race and absolutely humiliated his ass. Now here you two are somehow always in each other's races set to beat each other just to have the bragging rights over the other, not even caring about the prize money anymore. Brought out of your thoughts by a loud air horn you put pressure on the foot that was already on the gas pedal and started off as one of the first ones who were ready. Akutagawa’s car was right next to yours and you sped up leaving him behind. “Y/N has taken the lead and is now in first place, she just passed Akutagawa like it was nothing!” The announcer yelled through her microphone.

You smiled a bit and you were already almost done with your first lap. 4 laps total and after this just 3 left. You looked in your rear view mirror to see Akutagawa right behind you, you sped up more to the point where the gas pedal was completely down and you couldn’t push down on it anymore. Your hands steered the wheel to the left to turn and you were completely speeding up leaving Akutagawa behind you. You passed the start which meant you only have three more laps to do. “It seems Y/N is absolutely dominating this race! But it also looks like Akutagawa is having none of that and is catching up to our girl Y/N fast!’ You heard the announcer yell into her microphone again. You look into the right side view mirror to see she was right, he’s catching up fast. You steer to the right so my car would block his from getting in front of me. You kept doing this every time he moved. “Y/N is blocking Akutagawa from passing her by using her car to block his!” You heard some cheers and some booing that you couldn’t give a damn about.

You passed the start once again, two more laps left. You looked back into thr rear view mirror to see Akutagawa steer his car to the left, making you go to the left to block his path only for him to quickly change directions and go to the right instead. Crap, You try to move quickly to block him but you’re too late if you try now then you’ll hit his car. Damn it he tricked you. You completely blocked out whatever the announcer was saying and instead tried thinking of how to get back in front of him. You can’t do what he tried on you cause he’d expect it, fuck. You tried speeding up since you slowed down when he juked you, he only moved in front of you quickly which made you use the breaks and immediately go back to the gas pedal. You are going to fucking ruin him. You two passed the start again, last lap and now the start is the finish line. You need to pass him and fast. You steer to the left quickly and than to the right but he guesses what you were gunna do and is back in front of you before you can blink. He’s getting close to the finish line, you speed up again but this time you see him go to the right a bit. He knows you noticed this, he thinks you’re going left. You’ll show him. You go to the left a bit before you go to the right and put all the pressure you can on the gas pedal.

You’re practically right beside him but he’s still a bit ahead of you, he then unexpectedly speeds up and passes the finish line half a second before you do. Fuck, he beat you. God fucking damn it. “It looks like Akutagawa won the race this time, but who knows what’s in store for us next time!! Racers if you could please make your way off the tracks and wait outside your cars as the viewers make their way out of the arena” The announcer says.

—

I take a deep breath in as I watch Akutagawa get the 10k this race was offering, he looks at me and smugly smirks as I bite my lip from exploding before I take another deep breath in and let it out and I walked up to him already having a plan in my head to get payback. “Hey Akutagawa, congrats on the win. How ‘bout I invite you to my place for some drinks?” I asked him with a bit of a smile. He looked at me confused “Hm, I guess” he replied “Really?” I ask excitedly “I thought you would say no” I said with a bit of a laugh “It would be seen as rude to decline, plus how could I decline an opportunity to brag about my win against you” I simply kept a smile on my face as I clenched my fists. “Great, let me give you my number so I can text you the details” I say with a forced smile, “Very well,” He responds as he takes his phone and unlocks it before giving it to me, “I expect you to lose my number after this” He says as I quickly type my number in and give the phone back to him. “Text ya later” I say as I wave and walk back to my car and get in. I start the car and start my drive home with random Chase Atlantic songs playing to calm my nerves.

I finally get home after about half an hour and set everything up I need for when Akutagawa comes over and while I wait for him to text me. Once I finish sitting everything up my phone buzzes and I quickly check who it is, a random number. I open it and read it “It’s Akutagawa, what’s your address and when do you want me to come over?” “Well doesn’t he get straight to the point” I muttered to myself as I type out a reply. “Hey, you can come over right now and my address is 213 Rose Drive”, read “He seriously left me on read?”I muttered to myself once again as I laughed a bit before I walked over to a cabinet and opened it to get two wine glasses out and a bottle of red wine. I put the wine glasses and the red wine on the counter and now we wait for him to get here.

—

While browsing through movies on Netflix I hear a knock on my door. I get up and walk to the door and answer to see Akutagawa in a random black button up shirt with some dress pants. Holy hell he looks good. “Are you just gunna stare at me or are you going to invite me in?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and a bit of a smirk. I roll my eyes as I open the door completely and walk away “Close the door behind you” I yell out as I get to the counter and open the bottle of red wine “Obviously” He says back and I can just imagine the eye roll from him as I hear the door close. I pour the alcoholic drink into both of the glasses making they’re both around halfway and I take both of them and walk over to the living room to see him just awkwardly standing there. “Are you going to sit down or??” I ask as I sit down and set the glasses down on the coffee table I have in front of my couch. I feel him sit down next to me as I pick up the remote for the t.v to continue scrolling. “Any suggestions as to what I should put on?” I asked as I turned my head to look at him, fuck he looked good as hell. He shook his head as he picked up his glass and took a sip before putting it back down.

I sighed a bit as I decided to just put on 365 Days, I might’ve watched it so many times but a good movie is still a good movie. I heard Akutagawa choke on his wine and I looked over at him “You good? I asked as I tried not to laugh. “Why’d you put this movie on?” He asked with a bit of a blush on his face. “I’ve never watched it before plus it sounds like a good movie so why not” I reply shrugging my shoulders as his face gets even more red.This is perfect, time to execute my plan. “Aww is the poor baby sensitive to sex?” I ask in a teasing voice as I scoot closer to him and my words seem to make him blush even more and he turns his head away from me so I can’t see his face “Of course not, that’s crazy to say” he said which makes me giggle a bit. “Is that true~?” I ask as I grab his chin with my index and thumb and turned his head to me. His eyes widened a bit as he tried looking away but I kept my hold on his chin.

”Are you embarrassed, love?” I asked as my eyes flickered down to his pretty lips. “No” He said as his face heated up a bit more if that was even possible. I looked back up at his eyes and than back down to lips making sure he could see that I did. “Can I?” I muttered and he hesitantly nodded before I pressed my lips against his. He leaned into the kiss and I pushed him into the couch and straddled his lap as he was practically laying down on the couch. I slowly started moving my hips to grind against him and I felt him get hard. He groaned as his hands went down to my hips to stop my movements. “Fuck, don’t do that” he whimpered with his eyes closed. “Whimpering already? I’ve barley even done anything yet baby” I teased as I got off him and grabbed his hand to lead him to the bedroom. He stumbled a bit but caught himself as he followed me like a puppy to my room. I opened the door and quickly closed it once he was in, I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his lap and connected our lips again. He quickly leaned into the kiss as his hands went to my waist. I started moving my hips once again to grind down onto him and he moaned into the kiss which made me smirk.

I got off him and he whimpered a bit, “It’s okay baby, I’m coming back~” I said in a teasing tone “But in the meantime get comfortable” I said with a chuckle as I watched him move onto the bed so his head was on the pillows. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, ‘kay”?” I saw him nod and he closed his eyes. I opened my drawer and got out a hot pink strapon with some lube, I made my way onto the bed and spread his legs so I could get between them. I put the strap on and lube next to me and I unzipped his pants “Lift your hips for me baby” I said and watched as he lifted his hips “So good for me” I said as i took his pants off. I kissed his neck as I palmed him through his boxers, he moaned a bit and I noticed he bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. “Ah, ah, ah. Stop that, I want to hear those pretty sounds of yours” I said as I sucked on his neck to make a hickey. I heard him whimper as I was palming him and kissing and sucking on his neck.

I stopped palming him. I heard him let out another whimper, “It’s okay” I muttered against his neck and gave him another hickey and kissed his neck one more time before pulling away. I took his boxers off and watched as his pretty hard dick sprung out. “You’re so pretty baby” I whispered and I watched as his face reddened at my words. I got the lube put a decent amount on two of my fingers, “You’re going to feel uncomfortable at first but it’ll feel good soon, okay?” I saw him nod with his eyes still closed as I stuck my index finger in his ass and watched as his face turned into one of displeasure. “It’ll get better” I said as I slowly thrusted my finger into him, “You’re doing so good” Soon enough I felt him start to grind onto my finger while moaning quietly. “I told you it feels better after a bit” I said as I stared to kiss his neck again before I put my middle finger inside him, he gasped quietly as I started thrusting both my fingers into him. He whimpered as I started scissoring him while I press kisses to his neck, “You’re doing so well lovely” I said while speeding my pace up and heard him moan louder. “F-fuck, Y/- Y/N~!” He gasped as I sped up.

“I know, I know” I say as I kiss his lips as he eventually starts rolling his hips to meet my fingers.He suddenly breaks the kiss “F-fuck I’m about to-“ I quickly take my fingers out of him while he whines. “I can’t have you cumming because of my fingers, I want you cumming because of how good I fuck you” I say as I take his button up off and throw it somewhere in the room. I take my shirt off and my pants then I put the strapon on and align it with his hole. “This might hurt a bit” I say as I slowly push in the 8 inch strapon, I only have at least 3 inches in before he’s clenching the bedsheets with his fists and and moaning. “You can make mommy proud and take all of it right?” I asked as I slowly pushed in another inch and watched him nod with teary closed eyes “I want you to say you can make mommy proud and take it” I said as I pushed in another inch. “I can m-make mom- mommy p- FUCK~” He moaned as I pushed in the remaining three inches into to suddenly “Good boy~” I purred as I kissed him and started slowly thirsting into him.

He moaned into the kiss as I went painfully slow “Pl-please go faster” He managed to let out when I broke the kiss “What do you say after that?” I asked as I purposely went even slower. “Pl-please go faster moMMY~” He moaned out as I went brutally fast when he was almost done with his sentence. He started rolling his hips again to meet me halfway while I thrust into him, “I’m ahh~ so, so cl- nghh~ close” He managed to say between moaned “Are you now?” I asked as I suddenly stopped as he whined and he was on the verge of tears. “Please, let me cum mommy! Please, I”ll be good for you. Just let me cum plEASE~ AH~” He let out a high pitched moan as I started thrusting into him faster than before.

“Fuck~ Right thERE!~” He panted as I hit a certain spot that I made sure to keep hitting every time I thrusted back into him. “I’m so, SO clOSE~ Don’t st-stop! ngh~ Pl-PLEASE” He moaned and I kept thrusting into him and he came, his cum squirting onto his stomach and mine. I didn’t stop my ruthless thrusts however and made sure to keep hitting his spot which makes him moan extra loud. “You’re so pretty like this baby” I teased as he moaned from my thrusts as his hands were clenching the bed sheets extra hard. “I’m al- ahh~ almost, there” He let out and after a couple more thrusts he came again but I still didn’t stop. I kept thrusting into him, “It's TOO much~!” He cried out as he hooked like he was about to cry. “Awww poor baby, I thought you wanted to cum. I’m just giving you what you wanted” I said with a shit eating grin as he let out an extra loud moan when I grabbed his dick and started jerking him off.

“FUCK~ I’m cl-CLOSE” He let out a chocked moaned out as he came again on my hand. “Please, no more” He muttered while trying to catch his breathe, “Don’t worry baby, no more, I promise” I said as I pulled out of him and got up from the bed which elected a whimper from him. “I’m coming I need to clean you up” I saw him nod and I took the strapon off and walked towards the bathroom and put it in the sink to clean later. I got a towel and ran it under hot water before going back to Akutagawa to see him on the verge of passing out. I quickly got back onto the bed and cleaned him with the towel and than cleaned myself before putting the towel on my nightstand and laid down next to him. I hugged him and he buried his head in my boobs while his arms were around my waist. “Good night baby, you did so good for me” I said and I heard him hum and I’m assume fell asleep after that cause I’m exhausted.

Made by yours sincerely

pixelsl0tz<33, hope you guys enjoyed this!!

[mindingmybidness12]

Tara Carpenter x Gn! Reader

Suspicious Minds Part 1

Warnings: Cursing and swearing... like a lot

You were rushing to an early grave and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It all started when Your alarm clock failed to wake you up on time. This, of course, made him late to work which brought him to where you are now. Tearing down the bike lane of your neighborhood while getting your ass chewed by your boss. 

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! YOU’RE LATE!! YOU HEAR ME?? LAAAAATE!!”

“Sir, I am quite literally five minutes away. I was only supposed to clock in only a minute ago–”

“One minute is a minute too much! Now you're telling me you're gonna be FIVE MORE MINUTES LATE?? UNACCEPTABLE!!”

He then resorted to even more yelling and at this point you were already over it.You couldn’t help but think about where you're headed at the moment. You were rushing into a dead end job just to get yelled at by your douchebag boss and for what? The pay wasn’t even that good. He was just bullshitting you to believe that nobody else would hire you, when in reality, nobody would really want to work for a jackass like him. Except you did.

Key word here being did. You promptly slammed on the brakes of your bike and focused on the phone call.

"Now you listen here you old ass piece of shit," you started causing him to splutter but you didn't give him the time to recover "I have had it up to here with your crap! You treat me like shit. You underpay me. You're smelly, ugly, fat, and old as shit but you still got the nerve to push me away from the register every time a woman comes by like they're actually here to see your fugly ass! You're fifty years old in a beginner's level karate class! Get on a damn treadmill first! Then after you've had your fill, choke on a bag of dicks and fall down the stairs. Then if you find it in your ugly soul to get back up, then just go all the way to hell !!"

You hung up the phone before he could recovered and started laughing as you did. How's that for a two weeks notice? You started dancing in celebration. You couldn't help yourself. You were finally free from a crappy ass job and a crappy ass boss. Now you could finally turn your crappy life back around. Free at last, free at last! As you were dancing, you hit a quick spin around while transitioning to doing the Dougie you made eye contact with Tara Carpenter of all people. Your jaw dropped and you felt heat creeping up your cheeks from the embarrassment. Still you tried to make a pass at being casual.

"Uh.. hey.. H-how's it going?"

You were not casual.

Tara let out a giggle and grinned at you while returning the greeting with a 'hey' of her own. You had to fight the urge to not grin like an idiot. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were into her. You and her shared only one class but you ended up sitting next to each other and working on an assignment. You had no intention of falling in love with anybody but it just kinda... happened. You cracked one half hearted joke and she tried and failed to hold back a snort. From then on you were always seen together in Biology. Laughing, cracking jokes, and teasing. Sometimes you would even get threaten to be split up or thrown out of class but you always managed to keep this calm before that happened.

As much fun as you two had with each other it would always stay within the classroom. It wasn't your fault or hers, it just how it seem to end up. There were days where she'd ask for you to come hang with her but you were stuck working at a shitty job to help pay the bills as an emancipated adult. There were the rare times that you were free after class but she would be linking up with her own friends. You didn't take it to heart but it kinda sucks that you only saw each other few hours out of the week. Before your thought could wonder off too far, Tara grabbed your attention once more.

"So who was the poor person you went full psycho on just now?"

You rolled your eyes but responded anyways.

"Just my dickhead boss... or should I say former boss? Cause I just quit. I've had enough."

"Oh! Well I'm glad you've stuck up for yourself." Tara congratulated you. You just smiled at her while nodding your head in thanks. Tara smiled shyly while turning her head away from you. While the silence stretch on and you were inwardly trying to think of something to say to get the ball rolling. You didn't know if this silence was supposed comfortable or not but you we're kinda afraid to let it go on longer than this.

"So whatchu doing out out here?"

Tara huffed and then went on to explain how she had plans with one of her friends only for them to bail last minute. You just hummed and nodded along as she vented a little bit to you.

"Well sucks to suck doesn't it?"

Tara snorted while giving your arm a shove. You chuckled back before you started thinking again. Tara's plans were cancelled so she was free. You were free from a shitty poopy job with an equally shitty poopy boss. You were already out and together. Hmm.

Chance!

"Hey, Tara wanna go do something?"

"Like what?" she asked looking up towards you.

"Like... I don't know, hang out? Grab a bite to eat? It's like the first time both of us are free and together right?"

"Yeah... yeah!" She nodded getting excited about finally getting to chance to hang out with you outside of class.

"Alright then, let's go."

A/N: The end for now. Thanks for tuning in and let me know what you guys think of my very first post here. I'll see you when I see you.

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

okay but thinking robin thoughts that i have to share with you...IMAGINE getting fucked by coworker!robin in the back of family video. her hand over your mouth to hold in the sinful moans that come from your lips as she fucks you through multiple orgasms??? "gotta be quiet for me baby. we wouldn't want anyone to catch us like this hm?"

ANYWAY-

RUDE OF YOU TO SEND THIS WHEN I WAS ON MY WAY OUT TODAY BC IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT ALL DAY AND NSKDEHRHBS

pls send more things for my Robin brain rot

HERES SOME FILTH FOR YOU (smut under da cut, 18+ MINORS DNI! (fingering, multiple orgasms))

OK BYE IM GOING TO BED NOW PLS ENJOY

She’s got you pinned right next to the locked breakroom door so she can hear if the bell on the front door rings or if Steve yells for help with re-shelving things. One hand on your mouth to keep you quiet while the other is two fingers deep in your sopping cunt, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. She’s towering over you, breath hot on your forehead as she watches her hand move beneath the short little skirt you wore to bring her her forgotten lunch. Your panties are tucked in her back pocket and your head is tilted up, eyes closed in a beautiful mix of ecstasy and overstimulation.

You shake your head no, eyes opening all teary as you silently beg her to pause so you can breathe. She moves her fingers in and out of you just a bit faster causing you to gasp and moan into her hand, your thighs trying to tense around her other hand to keep her where she is.

“Gotta be quiet for me baby. Wouldn’t want someone to catch us like this hm?”

She pushes another finger in and rubs your clit even faster as she tries to get you to the edge. You’re trying to cave in on yourself, knot in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter. She knows you’re close so she replaces her hand with her mouth and swallows your scream as you cum around her fingers for the fourth time that afternoon. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and warm as your cunt continues to clench around her fingers that help you ride through your orgasm.

Your breathing slows and she pulls away, resting her forehead on yours as she slowly and softly pulls her hand from between your legs and licks away your release from her fingers.

Robin kisses your forehead before walking over to the sink in the breakroom and washing her hands and then wets a paper towel. She returns to you and kneels, running the wet towel up your leg to clean up the cum that made its way down from your first three orgasms and then softly runs it up and down your abused pussy. You whine and wobble on your legs earning a sweet kiss to each thigh before Robin stands up and pressed a chaste kiss to your red and bitten lips.

“I think that’s a record,” she smiles at you. “Four in my 30 minute lunch break.”

You whine, sore and overstimulated, “you didn’t even eat your lunch.”

“No I ate dessert first,” she smirks reminding you of how this started—with your back on the breakroom table and her mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking at your clit drawing out your first release of the afternoon with you biting your hand to keep the moans in—the lunch you brought her forgotten on the counter. You tried to sneak out after that first one but she caught you by the door and fucked three more orgasms out of you with her fingers. Praising you and thanking you for bringing her her lunch while her thumb ran around your clit and her fingers made you see stars.

She kisses you one more time just as the bell on the front door rings letting you know a customer has finally made an appearance.

“See you at home,” she smiles, unlocking the door and making her way out of the breakroom before you.

You take a few deep breaths and leave the breakroom a few minutes later. You pass by Steve, who shoots you a smirk that makes you blush and walk just that much faster. You forget your missing panties until you get to your car and sit down, shock shooting up your spine as your bare pussy rubs on the cold leather, and smile on the drive home thinking about what to do for Robin for dinner that’ll get you in a similar—or opposite—position as lunch.

[wishitweresummer]

My take on the Caiti/George situation and what I will be doing going forward.

(Just saying my piece as somebody who makes content about the Dream Team - so this is really for people wondering what I think and if I will be continuing to make content.)

TW - Sensitive and serious subject.

This situation just sucks so much for so many reasons. First, I don’t think it should have been brought into the public eye at all. I think it all boils down to a misunderstanding and a push of boundaries. Not assault. Not harassment. Not rape. Not grooming.

It was all brought out publically anyway so let’s try to learn from it. Our takeaways should be about support, power dynamics, safety, and awareness of boundaries. Caiti is upset because her boundaries were crossed. Her feelings are 100% valid. It’s awful to see how what George did affected her and I hope she can heal. Her friend’s should have protected her. Everyone in the room should have, obviously.

One huge issue I have here is Caiti is referring to George pushing her boundaries as Sexual Assault. This is causing reactions to go to extremes. Making a girl uncomfortable is bad and can have pretty serious social consequences. Sexually Assaulting a girl is a crime and it can put you in jail.

Fans are getting defensive and hostile because instead of George getting a chance to develop and learn as a person, he could potentially lose his platform. On my own timeline I’ve seen death threats against George and young fans. George shouldn’t have done what he did. George should know better. But, if we don’t give people room to grow and change, then people will work harder to silence their victims. George listened to how Caiti felt and apologized. The majority of things people I’ve seen found wrong with his responses have seemed nit-picky to me. Or, like it just doesn’t matter what his response is.

George should listen to the women’s voices around him and understand that he is not a regular guy. He needs to behave at a higher standard because there will be a power imbalance between him and every girl he interacts with.

If you think George should lose his platform for this, then that’s your right. I’ve seen a lot of people arguing on both sides. To be honest, it’s exhausting. When it comes down to it, I don’t think it’s any of our decisions anyway. If all of his friends stop making content with him and he never gets welcomed to another event, then it’s really out of our hands. I think that would be ridiculous, but still. Out of my hands.

For me, I’m mostly just tired and sad. I do love this community. The hostility I’ve seen in the community between fans has been awful. Horrifying, really. The death threats, victim blaming, doxxing, baiting. In discords, I’ve watched people that were friends tear into each other. I’ve watched people bait tweet so that they can attack teenagers as a group for staying in the fandom.

For my honest opinion, I think everybody messed up. George the most. George apologized and is taking accountability. And, he is definitely being punished for his actions. I think he will think twice before he tries anything close to this again. That’s what really matters here, to me.

Have whatever opinion you want, but don’t expect to change mine with hostility and threats. We are all human so none of us are going to be perfect. If you disagree with me, that’s okay. This isn’t an attack on you.

I really want everyone to stay safe. This situation has been awful and I’m sure terrible for everybody’s mental health. I know we aren’t the victims here, and I’ve seen a lot of people attacked for just saying they’re sad, but listen. It’s okay. This was sad and awful and scary. And it’s probably not over.

If you need a break, take a break. One more thing, I’ve seen a lot of people asking “Is it okay if I do this?” or “Is it okay for me to feel this?”. We are not a hive mind. We aren’t going to move as a group. Accept that it’s likely all your friends don’t feel exactly as you do. Just remember to stay respectful of their feelings, and your own.

Eventually, I will probably be getting back to my regular posting. I think we are going to see a lot of changes in the content we will see from the Dream Team though, so who really knows. I just wanted to get my own thoughts out here.

Okay, love you guys. <3

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