#kindly fuck off 💕

[heartofwritiing]

so just so everyone knows. i saw lovejoy friday night and it was the best night of my life. 🫶🏻

i met mark, ash and elodie and they were all so nice. 😭 mark is the sweetest human! i told him i loved the band and they were all amazing. i wish i would’ve said way more but i was extremely nervous to even be talking to him.

this band has gotten me through the lowest time in my life and i will forever be grateful for the joy they bring me everyday because of their music. 🫶🏻

[gtgbabie0]

-Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: {Sevika has some trouble with her mechanical arm, you offer her help}

For my other works my Masterlist is here <3

softSevika,softSevika,softSevika! Enjoy my lovelies <3 💕

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The pale light of the moon was drowned out by the neon signs that flicker soft colours of pink and blue which bleed through your small apartment, it was the only source of light guiding Sevika through the room before she finds the light switch, clumsily flicking it on.

It had all gone so horribly wrong so quickly, what was meant to be a simple drop off and pick up turned into a violent mess— fucking useless, she thought bitterly. It’d be the last time she would work with some newbies who couldn’t tell their left from their right.

Her frustrations were bubbling over, that much was clear when she slams the front door shut, immediately wincing at the loud noise and once again she silently curses, this time at herself.

It was well past midnight and you were definitely knocked out like a light, it was endearing how quickly you fell asleep, one moment the pair of you would be talking then the very next you were snoring your head off. The thought of you curled up in your shared bed with your face smushed against the soft pillows makes her smile— the type that softens her hardened features.

It almost made her forget about the dull ache that seized her muscles, almost. She needed a drink.

So with a bottle of whiskey and her toolbox, you had so kindly brought for her spread out on the coffee table she sat down on the couch trying to fix the mess that had become of her mechanical arm— which was so much more harder to do by herself, without you there to unscrew the screws she couldn’t reach or to hand her the right tools… or to caress her cheek with those soft hands of yours, fuck, she had missed you more then she’d like to admit.

Sevika had been at it for hours, fumbling with one stubborn screw that had been lodged stuck. It refused to come loose for love nor money and it was driving her up the damn wall that she throws the stupid screwdriver across the room, watching it bounce across the wooden floorboards with a loud clang and a thud.

She stares down at it with a small scowl, scoffing before reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“Sev?— what’re you doing?” Your soft voice, heavy with sleep ripples through the silence, breaking down the spell of anger that seemed ever present.

“Nothing, go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” She mumbles the reply, ducking her head down to look at the floor beneath her, it was almost ridiculous how fast the guilt hit her. She’d woken you up at god knows what time with her banging around.

You shake your head at her dismissal, padding your way over to her with a small frown— your hands tightening the silk robe you had wrapped around your body. Without a word she moves her legs so you can perch yourself on the edge of the coffee table, sitting in front of her.

“You won’t be able to fix it if you’re drunk.” You tell her, a small smirk ghosting over your lips as you watch her put the bottle of whiskey down on the table with a small huff.

“It’s not the alcohol—” Sevika replies gruffly, her heart skipping a few beats at the feeling of your hand against her knee as you rummage through her toolbox. “It needs a specific part.” Gods, you made her feel like a lovesick fool sometimes but damn if she didn’t absolutely adore the feeling.

With a soft hum, you let your fingertips graze along the metal fixings of her prosthetic arm, the joints were all broken and a couple of cogs were missing— it’d be easier to fix if it was detached and by the look on Sevika’s face she knew this… but it was a pain to do.

“I could-” you go to offer her an alternative, eyes skimming across the mechanical arm as your tired mind runs a mile a minute.

“Just help me take it off,” She concedes with a weary sigh, nodding over to the screwdriver which you’re quick to pick up.

She didn’t like having it off, to feel so vulnerable and defenceless. In a strange way, it scared her. Sure she could probably knock a guy or two out with one hand but it was still daunting to feel so stripped in such a way.

You stand up from the coffee table, situating yourself in between her legs as you begin to gently unscrew the bolts, handing them over to her one after another as she puts them safely into a bag. Then with a soft hiss of air, the arm comes loose, the weight falling from Sevika’s shoulder and down on the sofa beside her.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow… get that specific piece.” You promise her with a tender smile, looking down at her from where you stand with her rough hand resting over the curve of your hips from between the opening of your silken robe— caressing up to your waist slowly.

“Mmhm.” She hums in agreement, leaning forwards to bury her face into your soft tummy with a heavy sigh that borders on a groan as you skim your fingertips along her cheek and through her hair ever so slowly that it has her nuzzling into you like a damn cat.

Gods, you knew just how to dismantle her… you were a dangerous woman— her kryptonite.

“C’mere.” She mutters, pulling you down onto her lap without a single second thought. Her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her as you melt into her body— her fingers brushing along your hip.

“Come to bed Sev— you look like you’re about to pass out.” You whisper, turning your head to get a good look at her with those soft eyes of yours… so tired and sweet.

“I will just let me hold you like this for a minute.” She replies back, bumping her forehead against your own— pressing a kiss to your cheek then burying her face into the crook of your shoulder, a muffled ‘I love you’ spoken into your skin.

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[hitlikehammers]

The One Where Wayne Munson KNOWS BETTER Than to Lend Air to IDLE GOSSIP

(and does it anyway on accident and ends up thinking his 💕boy's boy💕 might be ✖️stepping out) ——(1/3)

Wayne Munson’s lived his life mostly free from the hubbub of small town gossip. Some was unavoidable in his tiny holler as a boy; more was part and parcel to the service, and plain keeping half-sane in war—anything for a distraction. After all that though, Wayne’d had more’n his fill of even a teaspoon of hearsay, and compared to where he came from? Hawkins, Indiana was small potatoes for keepin’ his nose clear out of it.

Which is all to say he don’t mean to collect any of the latest scuttlebutt on his way just to town after he gets off his shift with the sun barely a glimmer, just past 5 for Leah’s to be open for a better cup-o-joe than the sludge he gets on the floor. All he wants is a hot nightcap because he knows damn well his boy didn’t pick up more grounds before Melvald’s closed last night, and Wayne doesn’t want to see his bed until he’s had a full mug of fair-to-middling coffee.

And honest: he don’t think that’s more than he’s earned to ask.

But it is more than he bargained for signing’ up to, when he sees the only other people in the diner at this hour on a Saturday.

Because the only other people are a girl he don’t know, though he can’t see her real well from the back, which only really means he sees her coffee date full-on and much too well in exchange because they’re leaned in and they’re being all touchy across the table, voices low but not too low—he don’t think they even noticed him come in, let alone come to wait close enough to hear ‘em while he insists on saving the lovely Leah herself the trip to a table when he can damn well carry his own drink, thanks kindly.

“You’re gonna have a coronary if you keep hiding this.”

The girl sounds…she sounds the way Wayne remembers his Mamaw sounding when she was about to hit his Grampy up the head over some harebrained such-and-such. Exasperated, but all from a deep well of unshakable loving.

Which is what perks up Wayne’s attention, and then churns his insides quick right-next, because—

Well. The boy this young lady’s being all over-fond at for his antics is Steve Harrington.

Who, for all that Wayne understands, is meant to be his boy’s boy.

“No, no,” Steve’s shaking his head, tone bowstring-taut; “I’m gonna tell him.” Kid sounds resolved for all of half-a-second before he’s groaning, running hands over his face: “Or, I mean—”

The thunk of the boy’s head to the tabletop clatters the cutlery, and if Wayne weren’t already clued into their conversation, he’d be wholly absolved for dropping eaves given how the noise echoes through the mostly-empty establishment bar-to-door.

“Dingus,” the girl says, and it drips with concern, with affection, with a deep choler that, again, sings loud of married-couple.

Which twists Wayne’s guts all the more to hear.

Because she’s talking to Wayne’s boy’s boy.

“I’m gonna, I promise,” Steve sounds not unlike a man on his way to the gallows, even more when he sighs deep as anything and traces out his lips with his fingers, hands shaky even out the corner of Wayne’s eye for a distance as he hisses low:

“Fuck.”

And Wayne, see, he don’t like borrowing trouble. He meant it about keeping his nose clean of the gossip and the hearsay. So he makes sure he reminds himself good in his own head that he don’t know the facts here, and jumpin’ to conclusions don’t do no favors to nobody.

It don’t do nothing for the way that what he does know, what he sees and hears with his own god-given senses in the now, don’t add up too kindly for the Harrington boy.

Not least because it seems to be adding up poor indeed for Wayne’s boy.

“Do you think he’ll—”

“Steve,” the girl’s voice goes softer, but also frantic almost, as Wayne sees her reach across the way and gather Steve’s hands with a familiarity to the motion that wouldn’t make sense unless…

Unless they’re something special to each other.

Wayne’s watched Eddie reach out for Steve that way. He’s watch Steve do the same. So it…it just don’t make sense—

“You’re shaking,” the girl says, all kinda pitiful, and Wayne’d seen it before, but now he chances a look again and: oh.

Boy’s a leaf in a cyclone.

“It’s a big deal,” Steve rasps out near under Wayne’s ability to hear it.

But he does hear it.

“You need to just lay it out,” the girl tells him, earnest now and more of that than any irritation, any frustration put-upon or otherwise; “be up front with him.”

And it ain’t fair, yet, even if all the signs are pointing that direction; but Wayne likes Steve. He doesn’t want to think the worst of him. And he doesn’t, really, in his heart, think Steve could do or be the worst, from all he’s learned and seen—Wayne’d had uncharitable thoughts about it he kid, before he knew better, based on hearsay��which one more time, he don’t countenance as a rule, and he’d been taught better and quick from the second he saw Steve at his nephew’s bedside, and heard the only thing he’s proud and happy to have dropped in upon uninvited:

You nearly fucking died yourself dragging him out, Steve, what the hell—

That Henderson squirt, scolding Steve something fierce.

So Wayne reminds himself this boy loved his boy enough to risk himself to bring Eddie home. Before they were anything to one another. And Wayne knows damn well they’re both something to each other, now. It don’t make sense that Steve wants to…be up front about a notion with Eddie that could hurt.

But then: care can look a lot of different ways, and can change over time. Ain’t nobody to fault for that. And much as Wayne can’t quite believe the Steve he’s gotten to know these past many-months could swallow hurting his Eddie…

Wayne’s been proven incorrect about people more than enough in his life to know better than to think it’s impossible to be wrong about a man’s heart.

“Oh, I’m sure that’ll go over fucking fantastic,” Steve’s huffing, rolling his eyes—apparently he don’t want to be up front with the person they’re talking about. Wayne tries to remind himself that they’ve not flat out said it’s Eddie yet. Wayne shouldn’t go making assumptions.

“Why not?” the girl’s pressing him. “Be honest, with him,” then her tone does go a little judgemental; “you can’t honestly think he doesn’t suspect—”

“I really don’t think he does,” and it’s a strange thing, because no matter the words themselves, it don’t sound like Steve’s meaning to be deceitful about a thing. Kinda sounds a little like he’s mourning, like he’s just in a kind of pain. “If he did, then at least maybe I’d have some kind of,” he waves his hand in the air, looks frantic, at loose ends all around; “heads-up for where his head’s at.”

And they’re both quiet for a spell, and Wayne looks for Leah in the back, knew she was getting food ready and was happy to wait—for better or worse with the conversation he’s been privy to without permission unspooling at his side—but he’s starting to feel antsy for all that he’s hearing, and the way he can’t quite tamp down associating it all with Eddie, with touchy things Steve might have to tell Eddie—

“Tell him by the end of the weekend.”

And now: think he might have to tell, encouraged so damn strong and single-minded by his lady friend with her hand on his arm.

“That’s fucking tomorrow!”

“End,” she’s narrowing her eyes sharp enough Wayne notices more in the shift of the room than to see it head-on; “of,” and then she’s smacking Steve’s arm to emphasize hard enough it rings out; “the weekend.”

Then Wayne notices how her posture shifts, and she leans closer again, so much affection, and easy with it, and welcome for it, no doubt about it:

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” she says low and earnest; “especially not when the thing you’re like this about is,” and then her tone shifts to something bright, near-on hopeful, even:

“It’s such a good thing, Steve.”

“I mean,” Steve mumbles, kind of miserable really; “of course you think so.”

And Wayne don’t like where his head goes for things the girl who’s watching Steve with such soft eyes might think to be good, might think while she’s touching him so close and —

“He’ll,” and she huffs a touch before going all heartfelt again: “Eddie is going to—”

And the moment his plausible deniability about the subject of the discussion is gone, Wayne gives up waiting for his coffee at the counter and…retreats to the corner by the door, far as he can get from whatever’s said next. He’d leave, honest, but the truth of the matter’s this:

He can’t be expected in good faith to figure out how to bring any of this up with Ed if he don’t have no caffeine in him.

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✨ part ii >>>

For @thefreakandthehair, who requested 'Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.' at my HOBBIT-STYLE BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST—and since this is almost a YEAR LATE, could I possibly offer it as a normal-amounts-of-late birthday gift, more than as an egregiously-and-unforgivably-late prompt fill for you?

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NOTE: it's important to me that you know that Wayne's accept belongs to nowhere, and is just the voice of someone I knew as a kid, who also sounded like a little of everywhere and then again nowhere. so if you think some turn of phrase doesn't fit what you think you're reading in terms of dialect? it's just that this way of stringing words together is—with intention—its own amalgam of places and times

divider credit here and here

[strang3lov3]

Downpour

Jack offers you a ride home, pulls over to wait out the storm, and fucks you. (4k)

Tags - smut, fingering, oral (f! receiving) hand jobs, unprotected piv, infidelity (Jack is married still), dirty talk, pet names (darling, sweetie, sweetheart, dear), unspecified age gap, kissing, finger sucking, bit of comeplay/come eating, reader has a bush but is otherwise undescribed #bushnation, Jack is all sweet and tender but kinda pervy too, i've headcannoned that mr. delroy is a man who comes a lot. like just so much come. references to late night with the devil but this fic can be understood without watching the movie, I write car sex uniquely in that I am not bound by physics or logic or any bullshit like that. So it’s like a Mary Poppins bag in there. Lots of room for fucking. No, don’t ask questions. Shhh. Don’t worry about it. Fic Help - @noxturnalpascal thanks for your help sweetheart ♡ i love you forever A/N - the David Dastmalchian brain worms infected me months ago and have not let me rest, so here’s this. Car sex with an older and married Jack Delroy.

I feel a little nervous about writing Jack, as I feel with all characters that are new to me. It takes me some time to find my groove. Kind comments would be appreciated 💕 maybe a prompt or two in the inbox for me to play around with if you wanna see more of him 🙏

  As Night Owls comes to a close for the evening, and laughter and chatter begin to fade out, you busy yourself tidying up your station. Cleaning your makeup brushes, packing away your supplies for the weekend. You watch the television in your room and see Jack waving goodbye, shaking audience members’ hands. He’s so handsome tonight. He’s handsome every night.

You’ve been working as a makeup artist on Night Owls for about a year now. It’s a job you kind of stumbled your way into. You had won a raffle ticket to watch Night Owls live show. You were so excited to go and yet you don’t even remember who the guest was that night. You went alone, and found yourself charmed by the show’s host, Jack Delroy. While on commercial break, while the television crew changed the set, you noticed Jack glancing at you as you touched up your makeup, fidgeting and tapping his foot. You offered him a kind smile, and he approached you. 

“Jack Delroy,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, and he kissed the backs of your fingertips. Starstruck, you giggled and gave him your name, tripping over the syllables. “Beautiful name, darling.”

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy.” 

Jack held your hand longer than what was appropriate. Realizing this, he quickly dropped it. “So, I apologize, but I'm about to be very forward. Gosh, this is very embarrassing,” he laughed awkwardly, then scratched the back of his neck. “I get a little oily in the face. The lights, you know. You wouldn’t happen to have like, a…” he trailed off, stuttering as he tried to find the right words.

You smiled and held up a finger, then dug through your makeup bag for some Mary Kay Beauty Blotter sheets your friend had given you. “Here.” You held the pack sheets out for the handsome talk show host. “Would these help?”

Jack took the sheets from you and inspected them. 

“And this,” you added, handing him your mirror compact. “You just press one of the sheets against your skin.” 

Jack grinned kindly, then took one of the small sheets and pressed it on his forehead and his long, gorgeous nose. “You are a lifesaver,” he said. “There. This is much better. I’m almost as pretty as you now, huh?”

Your cheeks warmed and you looked down at your lap to hide your smile. 

“Apologies, I’ve been told I'm a chronic flirt.” 

“I don’t really mind,” you told him softly.

Jack pressed his lips together in a smile and nodded, then sat in the empty seat next to you. “Alright,” he said, “This is an odd question,  but I’d like to toss it out there anyway because you seem to know what you’re doing with this kind of stuff. We’re short a makeup artist here at Night Owls. It’s unorthodox, I know, but you wouldn’t happen to be interested in–”

You gasp. “I’d love to. Yes.”

“--Being our makeup artist,” Jack finished, chuckling at your excitement. 

“Sorry, I just - oh god, I’d really love to,” you gushed. Jack opened his mouth to speak further, but was called back to set. 

“Stick around after the show, will you?” Jack winked.

“I will, Mr. Delroy.” 

And that’s how it happened. The job was simple: A little powder here, moisturizer there, hairspray to seal it all off. Nothing complicated, and it paid well. Lots of perks and advantages, like meeting TV stars and music artists. You consider yourself lucky. 

Perhaps your favorite part of the job is getting Jack ready for his shows. You’re no stranger to his handsomeness, but it’s special to experience it the way you do. To wash his face, moisturize it, paint a little makeup on his skin - as if he even needs it. “Make sure you cover up my crows feet, please, darling,” Jack said, pointing to his perceived flaws in the mirror. “Gosh, I’m getting so old. Don’t get old.” 

“Noted,” you told him. 

“And my hair, could you use a bit of that makeup to cover up my grays? They look so much worse on the screen.” 

Your heart broke a little. He’s always asked you to cover his wrinkles, but covering his grays was new. You hate doing it. That’s your least favorite part of the job. 

“Oh, but they don’t look so bad, Mr. Delroy.” You combed your fingers through his hair, inspecting the silvery strands he complained about. They look so beautiful against the inky black rest of his hair.

“Jack,” he corrected. “Just Jack. Who says they don’t look so bad?”

“I um…” you hummed, nervously messing with his hair. “Just fans, some of your fans kind of like it.” 

“Do they, now?” Jack teased, his eyebrow cocked. He laughed at your bashfulness as you stuttered something in defense. So shy, so sweet.

Jack loves you all the same. He loves the special affection he gets from you as you get him ready each night, he loves getting to peek down your shirt. But he plays the gentlemanly act well, never going further than a little harmless flirting. It’s fun to make you squirm, tease you for your little crush on him. He’s not oblivious to it. 

When the Night Owls theme finally ends and the studio lights go out, you get a phone call at your station. You hold the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?” 

“It’s Shar,” the voice says. Sharon is your roommate, and also your ride to and from work most nights. She drops you off at the studio before her shift, then picks you up after the show ends each night. Tonight, however, she’s at a party. “I met this guy, and I wanna go home with him. So that means…” Sharon doesn’t finish the sentence. She sounds guilty. 

“But you’re my ride, Shar,” you complain. “And they’re saying it’ll rain. What am I gonna do?”

“I promise I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? Don’t be mad. You’re not mad.” 

“Sharon,” you groan. 

Sharon says your name. “Just listen - he’s so fucking hot, seriously. He’s like a movie star.”

“A movie star, huh?” 

“Don’t judge. Like you wouldn’t fuck Jack Delroy if you could. You know what, why don’t you ask him for a ride?” Sharon teases.

“No way, not happening. He’s married, and his wife is sick. Absolutely not.” 

“Pussy.” Sharon pauses. “If you really don’t have another way home, I’ll come get you.” 

“No, no. It’s fine. I can take the bus, I guess. But you owe me.”

“I do owe you,” Sharon says, “I owe you so much. I love you. Bye. Be safe.” 

“You be safe,” you quip. “Condoms.” 

Honestly, you’re not mad. Is it an inconvenience, sure. But Sharon works hard and deserves a nice night, and she’s right - you’d fuck your movie - television - star crush if you could too. You’ve taken the bus before, and it’s usually empty this time of night. It’ll be fine. 

You grab your purse, pull your knit cardigan over your torso and walk out of the studio, down the hall, then take the elevator down to the lobby. Through light rain, you walk down the street until you’re at a bus station, then sit down on the bench. A gust of wind nearly knocks you over, causing you to shiver and pull your cardigan tighter around your body as you wait for the bus. 

At least you don’t have to wait for long, though. Headlights approach, and the vehicle slows down. Except, it’s not the bus you were expecting. It’s a cerulean ‘74 Buick Electra, Jack’s car. He pulls over and leans across the seat to crank the window down. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for the bus,” you yell. Rain’s starting to come down harder, now, soaking your clothes. Jack makes a face and motions for you to get into his car. You wave him off, “It’s okay. It shouldn’t be much longer.” 

“Nonsense! Get in the car.” 

“It’s really okay, Mr. Delroy.”

Jack rolls his eyes. He gets out of his car and rounds the front of it, then takes your hand and pulls you up from the bench. “I’m not asking. I am telling you, as your boss, to get in my car.” 

Jack opens the passenger door and ushers you inside, then shuts your door and gets into the driver’s seat. “It’s supposed to be the storm of the century out there, and you’re gonna let it blow you right away. Crazy girl.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy,” you murmur sheepishly. 

Jack puts the car into first gear and takes off. “What’ve I told you about calling me Mr. Delroy? Jack, sweetie. Just Jack.” 

“I’m sorry, M- Jack.”

“Too sweet for your own good, you know that? Always so polite. Where am I taking you, sweetheart?”

“It’s a little bit far. You’re just gonna take this road for a while,” you instruct. “And then I’ll tell you where to turn. I’m not in the city proper.”

“Must be nice,” Jack replies. “Quiet.” 

You shrug. “Sometimes. Not usually. My roommate is kind of noisy.” 

Jack chuckles. “The roommate days, gosh. I don’t miss those a bit.” He pauses, thinks of something to say to fill the silence. “You don’t usually take the bus, do you?”

“Not usually, no,” you answer. “My roommate gives me a ride most of the time. But she ditched me tonight, so…” 

“That’s a real shame.” 

The rain starts to pick up a little more. Jack squints and at the road and increases the speed of his windshield wipers. He tries talking to you, but you can’t hear him over the drumming of rain against his car. Thunder booms, the drumming becomes louder and the windshield is nearly impossible to see out of. Jack has slowed the car down to a crawl, but when hail begins to fall from the sky, he pulls over. He shifts his car into neutral, then pulls the emergency brake to keep the car from rolling. Jack leans in close so you can hear him, “We’re just gonna wait out the storm, okay? It’s not safe to keep driving.” 

“Yeah, that seems smart,” you agree. You’re thankful Jack showed up when he did, and that he’s keeping you safe in his car. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint sound of music playing on his stereo. You still feel a little nervous, though. Maybe it’s the storm, or the jitters of being alone with Jack - older, married, handsome Jack. You shiver in your wet cardigan. 

“You’re cold,” Jack says. He tugs on your sweater, “Let’s get this off of you, huh? Not gonna let you catch a cold on my watch.” He peels the sweater off of you entirely, then lays it in his backseat. “And look, watch this–” Jack presses a button on his dashboard, a little orange light glows beneath the tiny image of a seat. Within a few seconds, the leather underneath you begins to warm. “Neat, huh? That should warm you up nicely.”

You still look cold, it’s evident in the way you hold yourself. Shoulders curled inward, hands clasped together. Jack thinks about holding you close, using his body to warm yours, but decides against it. You want it too, but you’ll never initiate touch. 

You look out of the raindrop-covered window at the creepy woods off to the side, the trees illuminated by the lightning. Jack sees the worry on your face reflected on the glass. “Everything alright, sweetie?”

“It’s just the woods,” you answer. “I don’t know. I don’t like it. I’ve heard about…I don’t know. Scary stuff happens there.”

“Like what?”

“Satanic rituals or something. The occult, that kind of stuff. I’ve heard about it on TV.”  

Jack lies to assure you, “It’s all make-belive,” he says, pushing down his own memories of The Grove. The sickly sweet smell of decaying leaves, sticks and branches crunching beneath his feet. The cold, metallic cup against his lips, that awful taste of whatever it is he drank. “But don’t look at the woods. Just look over here, right at me.” Jack turns your face toward his, then taps your nose. “There’s that beautiful smile.” 

You grin even wider. You know it’s just his nature, that it’s his job to be charming and likable, charismatic and sweet. It makes you feel so special and seen nonetheless. 

Jack smiles too. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He admires the details in your face for a minute, your perfect nose, sparkling eyes, your pretty lips. His eyes travel lower, tracing the endlessly beautiful curves of your body - breasts, waist, hips, thighs. There’s a rip up high on your nylons, just below your ridden-up skirt. He furrows his brows and touches your bare skin with his finger, “What happened here?”

“Oh.” You touch the tear with your finger, just a hair away from Jack’s. “My cat, Felix. He ripped my tights.” 

“Sounds like Felix is a real troublemaker, huh?”

“Oh, he can be,” you giggle quietly. “But I love him anyway.” 

Jack keeps his finger on the hole in your nylons, now drawing lines back and forth over your thighs with the rest of his fingers. Little goosebumps erupt on your skin in their wake. “You’re still so cold, darling. What am I gonna do with you?” Another shrug, another shy smile. “Come here,” Jack whispers. He wraps his strong hands around your legs and pulls you across the seat so that your legs are lying across his, and your torso curled into his own. Fuck, he smells good. His cologne is musky and spicy and masculine. You’re so close, Jack can feel your heart pounding nervously. But he says nothing about it, doesn’t want to embarrass you. Instead, Jack just gazes at you warmly, still tracing patterns on your leg. “You’re such a gorgeous girl, have I ever told you that?”  He pushes a bit of your hair behind your ear, sending tingles down your neck and spine.

“Jack,” you whisper, elongating his name. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious, darling. If only I were a younger man…If I hadn’t married…” He moves his hand from your ear to your mouth, pulling down on your bottom lip with his thumb. God, you’re so soft. Desire is building within Jack, taking control over his sensibilities. And you, too young and enchanted by Jack fucking Delroy to listen to any inhibitions in your head telling you that you should stop this.

 Jack pushes his thumb past your lips and you suck on it gently, so gently, the blunt little edges of your teeth tickling his fleshy skin. Arousal quickly builds in Jack, the sensation overwhelming him and bubbling over. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and holds your cheeks in both of his hands, inching closer to you bit by bit. Jack licks his lips, he’s about to do it. Finally, he does. Jack closes the gap between you by pressing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. He’s relaxed and controlled, but the way you kiss him is desperate and a little tentative. In time and with encouragement from Jack, how he squeezes you and growls against your lips, you find your confidence. You kiss him fervently, tasting him, savoring the softness of his tongue. 

Jack takes your hand and presses it against his warm bulge. You gasp, “But your wife–”

“Shh, quiet. She’s not here, now is she?” 

“N-no,” you stutter.

“No. It’s just us. You-” Jack unzips his pants and pulls his rock-hard cock out of his boxers. He spits into your palm and has you hold his length, then closes his hand around yours. “-And me.” 

With your hand under Jack’s, he pumps his cock. “Oh, that’s good. You’re my good girl,” he breathes. 

Jack grips his cock tighter and kisses you again. “Oh, Jack,” you moan. Jack helps you to stroke him from base to tip, your pinky finger brushing against that patch of coarse hair at his pelvis, thumb rubbing over his weeping head. 

“Just like this, darling. All the way up, all the way down. Just like this. You’re doing so well.” 

Jack twitches in your hand as you feel every thick vein and ridge on his cock. He urges you to pump him faster and at the same time, touches you. He gropes your breasts first, breasts he’s dreamed of touching since he first laid eyes on you. He unbuttons your blouse and slides his hand beneath your bra to squeeze your flesh, tease your nipples. Jack relishes in your body, how supple, soft, warm and wanting you are. You touch him like you love him and Christ, Jack can’t wait to bury himself inside you. Feel that warm, wet embrace of a young woman’s cunt. 

“Do you let other men touch you like this, sweetheart?” Jack asks, unzipping your skirt and shoving his hand down the front of your nylons. He toys with the arousal-dampened hair that’s spattered on your mound, then slips his fingers past your lips. “Older men, huh? Married men?” 

“N-no, Jack. Just you. Only you.”

“Do you like being touched like this?” You stutter out a frantic, breathy ‘yes’. “Dirty girl. It’s always girls like you.” 

Jack circles your clit with his fingertips, then presses two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. “Distracted, are we?” he murmurs as your hand that strokes his cock slows to a still, so focused on how Jack pleasures you that you forget about his needs.

��“H - what?” Jack chuckles and gives your hand a squeeze to remind you. “Oh, I’m s - sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” God, you are such a precious girl, and Jack is a lucky man. He breaks away from you just for a moment to undress himself, shoving his pants down his thighs and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once bare, Jack turns to you and finds that little tear in your nylons again, then rips the hole wider up the garment. He yanks the nylons and your panties off of your legs and puts them with the rest of his discarded clothes, tucking them away for later. He removes your skirt next, followed by your bra and your blouse. You breathe heavily as Jack takes in your naked form, even more beautiful than he pictured. He needs you now, needs to taste you.

Jack pushes you gently onto your back, laying you out across the bench seat before sinking to his knees on the floor of his Buick. He wraps his strong forearms around your still rain-cold thighs and pulls you close, close enough so that you can feel his hot breaths on your slick pussy. Jack could eat you alive right now.

He spits on your pussy, then rubs your folds with his fingers, paying special attention to your clit. He spreads your lips wide and admires your shiny, glistening center. “My, look at this mess,” Jack marvels, admiring your creamy arousal. He tastes you then, pressing a soft kiss against your core. Jack inhales deeply, taking in your scent, feeling your hair against his shaven face. His tongue darts from between his lips and he licks you up and down, dipping his tongue inside you. 

“Jack, oh my - yes,” you gasp, your hands tugging on his graying strands of black hair. Jack slowly licks a long stripe up your seam with his tongue flat against you, all the way from your asshole to clit. “Jack.”

The mess he’s reduced you to. All broken moans, desperate, needy cries of his name. Jack smiles against your cunt and continues licking and lapping at the sensitive part of you. He traces your folds, sucking them between his lips. He draws circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue next, driving you wild. “You like this, darling, don’t you? You like having this pretty pussy eaten?”

All you can do is nod. Jack closes his lips around your clit and sucks, causing you to clamp your thighs around his head and pull his hair tightly between your fingers. Jack forces you apart so that all you can do is take it, all that relentless, smoldering pleasure. 

Jack intensifies it all by pushing a finger inside you and curling it, stroking that sensitive part of you. Within seconds you’re coming, rocking your hips against his face as you ride out your high. 

There’s barely a comedown. Jack crawls over your body, one foot planted on the floor of the car and the other kneeling on the seat. He reaches behind the front seat for his suit jacket and bunches it up, then fits it between your head and the passenger door. “Don’t want your pretty little head to get hurt is all,” Jack says. 

He holds his cock between his thumb and his forefinger before he lines up with your entrance. His cock is big, perfectly lengthy and girthy. You tense up a bit as he fits his cockhead inside of you, “Easy, darling. Take it all for me,” he coos. 

You inhale deeply, and on your exhale Jack pushes himself inside of you in full. “Ohhh,” you moan. It’s such a tight fit, he fills you so fully. The aching burn of the stretch takes time to dissipate as Jack rubs your hip. After a moment, Jack pulls out of you, then inches his way back in. Your face previously scrunched in pain is now relaxed, soft little noises of pleasure escaping your lips. “That’s it, good girl,” Jack says. “Wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

Jack laces his fingers between yours and uses his other hand to brace himself on the back of the car seat. Jack begins thrusting, not quite fucking you gently. It builds quickly, the pace both harder and faster. Jack rocks his hips into you at that perfect angle to have you writhing on his cock, the head of it kissing the most sensitive place inside of you over and over. You bury your face into him, the hair on his chest tickling your face. 

“Fuck,” Jack grunts, fucking you deeper. He knows he should be more gentle than this, but he can’t be helped. He loses himself inside of you, growling like an animal as he fucks his cock into you. You’re squirming beneath him, muscles tensing against his as you begin to cry, overwhelmed by it all. “Such a filthy fucking girl, crying on my cock. You’re okay, sweetie.” 

Jack rolls his hips quickly and fluidly so that his pubic bone is grinding against your mound, the friction inching you closer and closer to a second release, but it isn’t quite enough. You rock your hips to match Jack’s thrusts, needing more against your clit. “M-More please, Jack,” you beg. “I wanna come, Jack, make me come again.”

While still fucking you, Jack spits onto two of his fingertips, then fits his hand between your bodies. He finds your sensitive bud and rubs it, using the momentum of his thrusts to bring you to climax once more. “Come for me, sweetheart. Give - fucking give it to me.”

Jack rounds your clit with his fingers, putting harder pressure against it. In moments, you’re coming for him again, this orgasm more intense than the last. Your moans are louder, more frantic. Your face scrunches in pleasure as you pulse around Jack’s cock, urging his own release along. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

 Jack growls into your ear as he spills into you, milking himself entirely. He fills you with his come, so warm inside you, the throbbing of his cock so pleasurable and satisfying. Dampened with sweat, Jack presses his forehead against yours as he fucks you through his orgasm, then slows to a still. He hisses a little when he pulls out of your cunt, his spend dripping from your hole onto the leather. Jack collects this mess with his finger, then pushes the digit into your mouth as he catches his breath.

It’s all quiet, save for a few scattered raindrops and the sound of you and Jack both catching your breath. Jack breaks the silence. “Well hey, how about that. The storm passed, huh? Was really something, too. I’m glad we pulled over,” Jack laughs nervously. He helps you dress yourself as best as he can, then haphazardly dresses himself too. You smile a little, and Jack touches your face. “You alright, darling?”

“I’m okay,” you answer, still a little tearful. Jack smiles sympathetically and pulls you into his side, then shifts his car into gear. 

“Well, let’s get you home, then.” 

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The agreement (Blackmail part 2)

4k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller (post OB) Chapt summary: you can't get Javi out of your head. You and Joel go back for more Warnings: 18+ mdni. sharing, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, spitting, cum eating, anal play, threesome, double vag penetration, double creampie, degradation. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you so much for beta-ing me again 💕💕💕🫶🫶 And helping me with the title 😭 Playlist | ao3 | series masterlist | masterlist

Part 1

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You opened your eyes and looked at Joel, whose cock was buried deep in your pussy. He stopped and looked at you thoughtfully. He gently stroked your hair.

“Are you with me, darlin’?”

“Yeah, sure. I'm here, baby.” You put your hands on his hips and pushed your pelvis towards him, so he could continue fucking you.

Joel began to fuck you slowly again, scrutinizing you with his eyes. He slipped his hand down to your pussy and rubbed your clit under his thumb, gently, the way he knew how to do so well.

“Come for me,” he murmured.

In a few seconds you were cuming, followed by Joel pulling out just before jerking off, and shooting his cum all over your lower stomach. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped you off.

He lay down next to you, his elbow bent and his hand holding his head up, facing you.

"Tell me what’s happening."

“I’m fine, Joel. Just tired."

You had returned from Bill and Frank’s the day before, after your supply trip.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t ya?”

You lowered your gaze feeling the guilt. 

“I’m…I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Joel wiped them away with his thumbs when they started to fall.

“Sweetheart… It’s ok. We went to his apartment after a  mutual agreement. I know that what happened was unexpected. For both of us. But… I liked it too.” He was trying to meet your gaze.

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I should have… stayed detached.”

“Baby… it’s not like we can block our emotions. This is the principle of emotions. And isn't it better this way? Rather than fuckin’ a guy who would have disgusted you. I'd rather have seen you enjoying it."

You hugged him and said “I love you, Joel.”

“I love you, baby.”

You hadn’t talked about that night before this moment. Joel showed no resentment. But you were disturbed and had trouble getting the images of the evening out of your head. When you were making love to Joel, Javi's face would sometimes appear in your thoughts.

And you felt guilty.

You went out to do the planned tasks. You sorted the clothes collected by the patrols, and Joel cleaned the sewers. His task was arduous but it paid the best in ration cards.

You were walking towards your apartment late in the afternoon when you ran into Javi who was obviously going to take his night shift. You hadn’t seen him since that night.

“Hi, hermosa. Miller.”

“Peña”, Joel replied.

“Hello”, you whispered.

“Glad to see you returned safely from your outing.”

Joel grumbled “thanks.”

You tried to regain your composure and said “have a nice day” to Javi. He was looking at you, smiling. You blushed and said “let’s go, Joel.”

You continued on your way, Joel placing his hand against the small of your back and Javi watching you leave.

Joel and Javi crossed paths the next day.

“Did your outing go well?” Javi asked.

“We’re not friends, Peña.”

"Of course. We're doing business, that's all. You still seem a little tense. More than usual, I mean. Well, you're not exactly the most relaxed man I know,” Javi said with his usual insolence.

"Fuck off." Joel left without looking back.

The next week, you were finishing your work when you heard “Hi, Hermosa” behind you.

You froze before turning around and saying “Hi, Javi.”

“How are you, Hermosa?”

“Javi… you can’t call me that. It was business, that’s all.”

“Really?” he smiled kindly.

You looked at him annoyed but his soft teasing smile disconcerted you.

“I am available if you need to do business together again.”

And he left. You were stuck in place, feeling your panties getting soaked and said “Fuck!”

When you got back to the apartment, you lay down on the couch and quickly slipped your hands into your panties. You slipped your middle finger into your pussy to recover some wetness before sliding it over your clit and rolling it under your fingers. You put your other middle finger in your pussy and came quickly, feeling the spasms contracting it.

You said “Fuck…fuck!” again.

Joel returned shortly after. He hugged you and asked how you were.

“I saw Javi today. When I was leaving work. We just said hello.”

“You don’t need to justify yourself, sweetheart. It’s ok.”

You had been hugging for a few moments, then he said “you want to see him again, don’t you? Like the other night”

You pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Joel I… No… No. I don’t want to see him again.”

Joel took your hands and said “I understand why you do baby. Really. The way he behaved towards you… I understand.”

You looked at him questioningly. You couldn’t believe he was saying that to you. Joel had always been a gentle lover, attentive to your desires, but possessive. And there he was, proposing you to see Javi again, with the possible risks that this could entail for your relationship.

He hugged you again holding you close, and said “I love you, sweetheart. I'm not worried about our relationship. We are the survivors of a damn apocalypse, in a QZ where our life is reduced to picking up shit. What if we allow ourselves more? And if we can do it through him, then I'm ok with it."

“I don’t understand why you don’t wait for this desire to pass, baby...”

“Because I don’t want the temptation to consume you and be more difficult to manage. I prefer to anticipate it.”

You hugged him tighter and said “I love you, Joel. But are you sure?”

“100% baby. I loved it too, you know.”

The next day, Joel went to meet Javi.

“Miller?”

“I’ll be quick. She liked the evening at your place. She liked you, and she’s everything to me. I told her that if she wanted we could do it again. No need to ask if you agree with this idea, I think?”

"Course not. Are you ok with that?”

“I told you, she’s everything to me. So yeah. But no chair for me this time.”

Javi smiled and said “You impress me Miller. I don’t know if I'd be able to do it.”

“You would be.”

Javi smiled. "Tomorrow evening?"

Joel nodded and they went their separate ways.

The next evening, you arrived at Javi’s place. His apartment was as clean as the last time.

“Good evening, Hermosa. Joel.”

You noticed that it was the first time he called him by his first name.

“Good evening, Javi,” you replied.

“Javier,” Joel greeted him back.

“Come in for a drink.”

He suggested that you sit on the couch while you had a drink. You downed your drinks, enjoying them more than last time, even if you and Joel were slightly uncomfortable.

“Pe… huh… Javier. The conditions are the same as last time, okay?” He turned to you and added “you’re in charge.”

You nodded and Javi added “of course.”

Joel and Javi looked at each other and nodded. They stood up and took off their tops: brown shirt for Javi, denim shirt for Joel. They kept their jeans on.

You wondered where Javi had found such a dated shirt. Oddly enough, it suited him very well.

You looked at them, standing in front of you.

Two men with dark hair, Javi's darker.

Of equivalent size.

Javi was slightly more slender than Joel. His body was more agile, while Joel's was all strength.

Joel, a little older than Javi, stood more hunched.

His face was serious, marked by hardship, while Javi's was mischievous with a sparkle in his eyes.

Both were stunning, breathtakingly beautiful.

And both were just waiting for you.

Javi offered you his hand, and you took it getting up from the couch. You barely dared to look him in the eye. 

Javi leaned down to kiss your cheek, and said “there’s no reason to be embarrassed, Hermosa. The three of us are here because we want to, because the other evening went well. We want to have fun again. Joel and I, as well as you. Ok?

You looked at him, then Joel, who told you “he’s right sweetheart.”

You nodded and smiled, and said “ok.”

You held out your hand for Joel to come closer, and you kissed Javi on the lips.

Joel kept your hand in his as he moved closer to you. He came up against your back and kissed your neck. You moaned. Having these two men against you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You turned to Joel to kiss him while Javi was now against your back with his hands on your hips. He ran his hands up along your breasts and then down to your hips, breathing in your hair and neck.

Joel took off your shirt and Javi unhooked your bra before taking it off. Joel took the opportunity to take your breasts in his hands and caressed them gently. Javi placed kisses on your cheek, then up to your earlobe, his nose brushing against your skin. He moved down to your neck, his hands still on your hips, before sliding them down to your stomach and unzipping your jeans. He slid them down to your feet, kissing your body as he knelt down. You lifted your feet to remove each leg of your pants, as you kissed Joel. Javi stood up and ran his hand over your soaked panties, saying “mmm Hermosa” softly in your ear.

Joel took you by the hand and said “follow me, sweetheart” and led you to the dining room table where he leaned you against it, butt against the edge while Javi took off his jeans.

Joel pulled you closer to him, pressing his crotch against you. He was hard. He kissed you, hands on your hips, before leaning down to your breasts and taking one in his mouth while he caressed the other. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue over it, before moving on to the other.

You looked at Javi then at Joel, waiting for his approval. He looked up at you and nodded. 

You said “Come here, Javi”. Javi approached, his cock erect and hard. You kissed him and took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the precum. He growled into your mouth. Joel stepped aside and removed his jeans and boxers, while Javi faced you. He placed his lips on yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours as you jerked him off.

Joel moved closer to you and you got on your knees. You looked at them in turn, before taking Javi in your mouth and jerking Joel off. You looked at them again. Joel's gaze was intense. You moved away from Javi before taking Joel in your mouth and jerking Javi off.

“Damn Hermosa… you’re fucking hot.”

“Get up, baby” Joel said before grabbing you to help you. “Sit on the table.”

You leaned against the table and Joel lifted you to sit on it. He spread your legs with his large hands before kneeling between them. “Lay down, baby” he said.

As you lay down, Javi moved closer, jerking himself gently. He said “fuck… Hermosa you’re so beautiful.”

Joel ran his tongue over your pussy and you moaned under his tongue. He spread the folds with his fingers and ran his tongue more gently before coming to tickle your clit.

“Will you suck my dick Hermosa?” asked Javi.

“Yeah, come here, Javi”, you replied.

You turned your head towards him, he was holding his cock at the base. You ran your tongue over it before placing your lips around his tip and caressing it with your tongue.

You felt Joel’s fingers dig into your pussy, while he focused on your clit with his tongue. You moaned, making Javi groan in turn as you sucked his cock further and further, depending on the rhythm of his hips.

Joel sat up and stood up, and said “make her cum Javier.”

They switched places, Joel bringing his cock to your mouth. “Wanna suck your cock, baby”, you said.

“Take it sweetheart. Suck my dick. Make me feel good in your mouth” you nodded and took him in your mouth, before feeling Javi’s breath on your pussy. He ran his tongue, his saliva mixing with Joel’s in your pussy.

“Doesn’t she taste good Javier?”

“Yeah… You taste so good Hermosa. Joel, you're a lucky bastard.”

Joel smiled at Javi for the first time, and looked back at you “You’re doing well, sweetheart. So good for us.”

You looked at him, before lowering your gaze to his cock which was sliding into your mouth.

Javi stuck his tongue into your pussy and was fucking you with it, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He held your legs apart with his hands. You placed your hand on his head, moaning more and more.

“You’re gonna cum baby, right? Come in his mouth baby. Soak his tongue.”

You stopped sucking him as your pleasure mounted, keeping him in your mouth until you came in Javi's mouth. He held his hands tight around you to keep your legs from moving too much and keep you within his reach, continuing to lick you until the spasms stopped. Joel pulled out of your mouth as Javi stood up, and bended over to twirl his tongue over your pussy again. You jumped at his touch on your overly sensitive clit, before caressing his head with your hands.

While Joel helped you get up, Javi went to sit on the couch and said “Come sit in my lap, Hermosa. Facing him."

You walked over to him before sitting on his thighs. He slid his hand up to your pussy, avoiding your overly sensitive clit for the moment, but sliding his middle finger into your hole.

“Come get sucked Joel,” Javi told him.

Joel came closer to you and said “open sweetheart. Stick out your tongue.” You did as he told you, waiting for him with your tongue out. He placed his cock on your tongue, grabbing your chin with his hand to lift it up, and dripped his saliva onto his cock, watching it slide down to your tongue. And he slid his cock into your mouth. Your eyes were fixed on him. Javi grabbed one of your breasts with his other hand, continuing to gently slide his middle finger into your pussy.

You didn't move, letting Joel handle the movements. He pushed himself deeper and deeper into your throat, his hand resting on your head, the other falling down his body.

Javi said “give me a second Joel” and Joel withdrew. Javi grabbed his cock in his hand and lifted you up, pushing his cock into your pussy and you impaled yourself on it “oh god… Fuck, Javi…”

“Missed my cock Hermosa?”

You looked at Joel before answering, who nodded.

“Answer him baby. Tell him.”

“Yeah fuck… yeah I missed it.”

“I missed you too, Hermosa. You have quite an effect.”

Javi lifted you with his hands, and moved his hips to start fucking you. His movements were slow, and allowed Joel to come back into your mouth. You let him resume his pace, your lips wrapping around his shaft.

“Are you still too sensitive, baby?” asked Joel.

“No… I don't think so Joel. It’s ok.”

Joel knelt down and watched as Javi’s cock slid into your pussy. Your wetness slid down to his balls. He came closer and licked your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh god, Joel!” The sensations were indescribable. Javi’s cock was buried in your pussy, your legs raised. Javi held them apart. Joel sucking on your clit.

“Fuckin hell hermosa… you’re so hot. So good for us.”

You placed your hands on either side of Joel’s face and leaned against Javi’s chest, letting him lead the pace. You heard Joel grunting against your clit.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum again. Fuck…”

“Come on, baby. Come on his tongue and on my cock. I wanna feel you squeeze me again and soak me. Couldn’t stop thinking about it since the other night.”

You came, throwing your head back and squeezing Joel’s head so hard he groaned.

Joel pulled away to look at where your two bodies met and said “fuck baby… such a fuckin’ slut. Let’s go to the bedroom now.”

As you were about to get up, leaning forward to support yourself on your feet, Javi held you, hands on your hips and fucked you at a fast pace “fuckin’ soaked hole...” before letting you get up.

Once in the room, you lay down on the bed and said “come fuck me Joel.”

Joel lay on top of you and thrust into you, making you moan.

Your gaze was fixed on him but you were lost in your emotions. You loved everything about this evening. The way they fucked you, the way they shared you.

You stared at Joel. Intensely.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want you to…” You bit your lip.

“Tell me,” he said, thrusting hard.

You cried out in surprise, and said "I want you to talk to me. Dirty. Joel, please…"

“Fuck… you want me to tell you what a slut you are? Wanna hear it out loud?”

“Yes Joel…fuck…yes, please.”

"I can't believe you were reluctant to come back here, when your slutty holes just wanted to be filled by both of our cocks."

He grabbed your chin in his hand and added "That's what you wanted? To be filled by two cocks? Mine isn't enough for you, you need two big, fat cocks?"

He brought his hand down and squeezed your throat. His gaze was black. He held you so tightly that you could just nod your head.

“We’ll give you what you want.”

He released his grip on your throat, continuing to thrust into you.

“Javi, I want you in my mouth.”

Javi knelt on the bed, holding his cock in his hand. You looked at him, and stuck out your tongue.

“Fuckin christ, woman,” Joel said, fucking you harder.

Javi placed his cock on your tongue, just the tip. He jerked himself off while watching you, then Joel fucking you. And he slid his cock into your mouth, you rounded your lips to welcome him. He placed his hand on your cheek, and felt his cock through your skin.

Joel buried his head in your neck, kissing it, then came to bite your earlobe. His head brushing against Javi’s hand, before pulling out of you.

“Come fuck her Javi.”

Javi smiled, before saying “you like being shared by our two cocks, huh?” You nodded, looking at Joel.

Javi came and lay down between your legs and slid his cock inside you.

Joel was standing next to the bed, jerking off gently. “You take both of our cocks so well darlin. You’re doing so well for us.”

He walked over and fondled one of your breasts, still jerking off. He leaned towards you and said “open up baby”. As you opened your mouth, he spat in it and clamped your jaw shut with his hand.

“Fill her up javi. Then I’ll fill her cunt too.”

You groaned at his words.

“Look at me hermosa. You're going to get filled by two cocks, like a little slut. Is that what you want?"

“Yes! Yes Javi, that’s what I want.”

“Yeah? Want your pussy filled with both our cum? Wanna feel them running down your thighs?”

You nodded.

"Ok baby. I'll give you what you want.” He picked up the pace and put his arms under your shoulders to fuck you harder. Joel was still jerking off next to the bed.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum hermosa. Gonna fill this tight cunt.”

He thrusted in two more times before spreading his cum deep inside your pussy. Once his balls were empty, he withdrew, and Joel took his place instantly. He looked down at your folds to see Javi's cum starting to leak out. He ran his fingers around picking some up and stuffing them into your pussy.

“You want both of us, right? Can't miss a drop baby.”

He lay down between your thighs and bottomed out in one go. He put his fingers covered with Javi's cum in your mouth for you to lick them.

“Fuck. Such a slut. With your pussy dripping with the cum from another man. You’re so fucking soaked of his cum and so wet, I'm sure you could take both of our cocks in your pussy."

He growled against your ear, and his words hurried your orgasm.

“You’re such a whore, you know that?”

“Yes Joel…yeah.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m a whore. I’m a fucking whore.”

Javi sat in the chair watching the whole scene.

Joel picked up the pace, unable to stop talking. “Can’t believe it, I thought you were a nice girl who wanted only my cock. But one cock isn’t enough for you anymore, is it?”

You couldn't answer anymore. He smacked your cheek. Not too hard. “Fuckin answer me.”

“Fuck. I want two cocks Joel. I want your two cocks. So bad.”

“Shit… I’m gonna fill you too.”

He grunted before thrusting deep inside you and shooting his load. Your orgasm rushed over you.

“Oh god Joel…” 

He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

He finally got up while you were still lying down, and said “come see this Javi.”

The two men were standing at the foot of the bed, looking at your sore pussy, with their cum leaking out.

You heard the curfew sirens and Joel looked worriedly at Javi, who replied “stay here tonight. It's too late for you to go back. The bed is big enough, we’ll squeeze in.” The two men came to join you, each from one side.

You fell asleep.

You woke up a few hours later, Joel and Javi’s bodies pressed against you. You felt some of their cum still leaking from your pussy but you didn't have the courage to go to the bathroom. Javi was against your back, his cock resting against your ass.

You stretched your ass towards him, at the same time as you took Joel’s cock in your hands, jerking him gently. You felt them wake up at the same time.

Javi’s hand came to squeeze your breast, before moving down to your thigh. He lifted your knee to give himself access to your pussy, and you felt the tip of his already hard cock directly slide into your hole.

Looking at Joel, you saw that his gaze was on you.

“Looks like you don’t need any preparation to take his cock baby? Still full of our cum huh?”

You bit your lip and just nodded, while Javi was pounding in you.

“Don’t stop jerking me off,” said Joel. You resumed your movement, stopped when Javi entered you.

“How is her pussy, Javi?”

“Ruined. I slide in so easily.”

“Mmmm” Joel muttered. Lie on your back Javi.”

Javi withdrew before settling in as Joel asked.

“And you sweetheart, come ride him.”

You moved on top of Javi, before grabbing his cock in your hand and pushing it inside you.

“Is the lube still in the top drawer?”

“Yeah.”

Joel went to get it and coated his cock with it, before putting the bottle down.

"You’re gonna prepare my ass, Joel?”

“It’s not your ass I’m gonna fuck."

“Wait what? I never…”

“There’s always a first time, baby.”

You looked at Javi with a panicked look, but he just said “come on Hermosa. You’re fuckin’ soaked and still dripping our cum from last night. You’ll take us easily.”

Joel kneeled behind you and spread your ass cheeks.

“Fuck… you’re gonna be so full….”

He leaned against Javi's cock, which had stopped his movements. Joel started to thrust and told you to lean on Javi’s chest.

You leaned forward and felt Joel’s cock sink into you.

“Fuck…Fuck! Joel, wait. It's too much. I don’t think I can -”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can.”

He didn't stop. He felt the walls of your pussy adjust to the two of them. He continued to thrust until his balls were against Javi's.

Looking up, you saw the look in Javi’s eyes, who nodded at Joel. And they both moved. 

“Oh fuck… Cant’ believe… God. Cant’ believe I’m getting fucked by two cocks."

Javi smiled and kissed you, before telling you “you’re really doing well Hermosa, you’re so good for us.”

“You can do better, darlin’.“

“What? What do you mean, Joel?”

Joel put his thumb in his mouth and spat on your ass. He caught the saliva with his thumb before applying it to your asshole.

“Shit Joel…”

“Stop whining. I know you like it” and he pushed his knuckle into your ass.

“Fuck..Yeah. Yes I do.”

Joel smiled as he looked at Javi.

You felt full. Two cocks in your pussy, Joel's thumb in your ass.

Joel told you “I’m sure if there were three cocks here, you’d take one in your mouth.”

“Fuck yeah…I bet she would”, added Javi.

They continued for a few minutes, and you heard Javi breathing harder.

“You’re gonna cum Javi? You’re gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Yeah Hermosa…I’m gonna fill you again.”

“Go ahead Javi. Cum in her pussy, and don't pull out until I fill her too. Not gonna be long.”

Your clit had been rubbing against Javi’s crotch for several minutes, and you felt like you were going to cum soon too.

“Fuck… yeah… ‘m gonna fill you Hermosa. Oh… oh god….”

Javi's cock twitched as he came, his cock crushed against Joel's.

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you too baby.”

Joel growled louder and louder, and you felt Javi’s cum starting to leak out of your pussy.

Joel stiffened and shot his cum into you. 

He collapsed on top of you, still straddling Javi and you came for the last time that night, full of their cum.

Before pulling out, Joel said, “You’re gonna have to help me find more after pills, Javi.”

Part 3

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[pupyuj]

I came here to ask for some Yujin thoughts bestie❤ So how about soccer player G!P Yujin (Because cock yes) being a massive pervert and having the biggest crush on popular girl reader. Reader is dating someone on Yujin's team that Yujin isn't close with and she just can't help but jerk off and then fucking the reader.

ah, it's my favorite fellow casual yujin enjoyer 🥺

it's really not yujin's fault that you're gorgeous, okay??? the first time you visited the soccer field to visit your boo, you were wearing an outfit that accentuated your curves so good that yujin had to run to the locker rooms bcs she got a terrible boner🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ever since then, she has had this massive crush on you and no matter what she did, she couldn't get over it! not with how you smiled at her in the hallways, or how you would sometimes wave at her during practices and games, or how you discreetly send her a wink or two from time to time 😵‍💫 it was dangerous, it was wrong, and it was not like yujin at all but.. really though, nobody can blame her 🤭🤭

as horny as she was for you, yujin would never let anybody catch her jacking off to you in school! she would be in the safety of her own home, in her room, where she sat on her bed and furiously pumped her hand in and our of her cock,, the memory of your thighs and the slightest bit of your ass cheeks that showed due to the short skirt you were wearing that day stuck in her pervy little head,, she would look so cute too... she just finished studying and wanted to tuck in for night so ofc she would wear her favorite hoodie but fuck she just had to remember you and now here she was, in her loser fit jerking off to her team member's girlfriend 😩

she even moans your name sometimes... and it's probably one of the many things you have that she thinks is pretty! likes to imagine you sucking her off messily, or taking her thick cock in your ass to push herself over the edge 😵‍💫 baby grabbing the sheets and coming all over her blankets :((( probably gets wet dreams of you too!! wakes up all hard in the morning and jacks off once again in the showers.. she's very much obsessed 🥺💕

yujinnie nearly getting a heart attack when she sees you in the locker rooms after practice, half bent over the sink while you touched up your makeup,, fuck she was getting hard at the sight of your skirt bunching up a bit while you leaned over,, "hi, yuj. think you can help me here? i have a date." and ofc yujin doesn't hesitate and immediately comes to your aid... and she looked so cute! hair up, a bit sweaty from practice so her shirt stuck to her skin and showed you the faint outline of her abs, and fuck... that tent in her pants... that huge fucking dick she could never hide even when she tried 😋😋

holding your hair up and asking yujin to kindly assist you in putting it around your neck 🥺 her shaky hands working around you to successfully lock the beautiful necklace behind you. yujinnie making sure the pendant lays on your collarbone and accidentally brushes her hand against your boob, which of course got you smirking bcs god.. how adorable. "do i look pretty, yujin?" to which of course yujin pathetically nodded her head to bcs what else was she going to say?

taking her hands and putting them on your boobs,, you were surprised at how she didn't even hesitate to fight her urges bcs she immediately squeezed and pressed her hard cock against you, even lifting your skirt up just to see how perfect your ass looks on her dick... slipping one of her hands inside your panties and moaning at the feeling of your wet folds?? so pathetic, you could feel her precum leaking through her shorts 😵‍💫 "what're you waiting for, yujin? fuck me. i have a date." you said again and yujin doesn't wait another second before she spins you around,, as much as you'd love to make out with yujin until her head was spinning, you didn't want to mess up your makeup and risk getting found out..

instead, you grabbed yujin shirt and started kissing up her neck, leaving lipstick marks, hickeys, driving her insane once you found all the spots that only made her dick harder.. licking up her sweat, making sure your tongue runs along her jawline.. feeling her sticky abs underneath her shirt—god she was so hot.. how you fucking wished she could pound you every night 😵‍💫😵‍💫

yujinnie lifting you you up, your lower back against the sink, arms on top of the counter to support yourself while she raised your legs over her shoulders and fucked your tight cunt 😩 both of you having the hardest time not to make any sounds just in case anybody was lingering nearby but yujin was too fast, too deep inside, and feels too fucking good that you didn't even bother anymore after a few minutes... her being so turned on at the sight of her big cock disappearing inside your little pussy, somehow managing to sneak a hand between your legs and rub your swollen clit, practically making you scream and lock your legs around her neck...

"mhm.. bet you're such a fucking perv that y-you've thought about this exact situation a lot, huh? a-ah, fuck...! t-that's—shit—that's okay... you're so fucking cute."

"such a bad teammate... fucking one of your buddies' girlfriend.. what would they say if they knew, hm? y-you—"

"please, shut up." yujin gripping your thighs harder and somehow quickening her pace. moans freely escaping her lips, she just couldn't help it :((( pushing her cock deep inside you as she came, rope after rope of cum spilling inside your wills and filling you up like your partner never could?? you fucking knew cheating was worth it, especially if it was for someone as good as yujin 🫣🤨

yujinnie letting her cock sit inside you for a while bcs it just fit so perfectly in there :((( plus, you felt warm, and she liked the way you brushed your fingers through her hair,, "next time, you're taking me home." you whispered, almost laughing when you felt her cock get hard again bcs the thought truly had her mind reeling 😩

[delphi-dreamin]

Hiya sweet thing 💕

May I request threesome Headcanons between MC, Solomon and Asmo or MC, Beel and Belphie 🌻

Love you darling heart. 😚😚

Saadie, my love, you have created a monster. I had to physically stop myself because I could have gone on forever. Once I got started, the words just wouldn't stop.

I...may have gotten a bit carried away. 😳

Anyway, threesome headcanons! 🔞 Minors, kindly fuck off 🥰

Attic Club Sandwich

What could be better than one demon pleasing you? Two. Who are somehow telepathically linked and focused entirely on you.

You don’t know exactly how the twin thing works, but they somehow each know exactly where the other is going to be, what the other is going to do, and use that to enhance your pleasure.

They each have their favorite places to touch and tease you. Beel can't get enough of your neck and shoulders, kissing, sucking, biting at the sensitive skin and drawing beautiful little whimpers and moans from your delicate throat. He also thoroughly enjoys the soft skin of your tummy, squeezing and kneading and lightly pinching the fat there, however thick or thin the layer, he loves it.

Belphie adores your thighs. Of course they’re perfect for napping on, plush as any pillow and warm against his cheek. But he also loves licking a stripe up your inner thigh, kissing and nipping playfully to elicit a response from you. When you arch your back, he greedily bites down on the spot, just to hear the blissful cry you give him. He loves your tits almost as much. Perfect for laying his head on, or nuzzling between, the velvety flesh tender and responsive when he squeezes and caresses, and he loves the little yelp you make when he takes your nipple between his teeth and bites.

But when you have the two of them together? Laying back against Beel’s expansive chest, his mouth on your shoulder and large hands gripping your waist, with Belphie between your thighs, kissing and biting his way to your core? It's a close to heaven as you've ever been in hell.

Usually, Belphie fucks you first. He’s not as big as his twin, and he prefers getting to feel just how tight you are around him before you’re stretched and relaxed for Beel. And he's wonderful at working you open, taking his time to really warm you up, getting at least two orgasms out of you before he lets Beel take over.

And when Beel takes over. He’s huge. We know this. Even after Belphie’s prepped you, he’s still a stretch. A delicious stretch, but he’s careful to take his time and make it as good for you as it is for him. He isn’t as rough as Belphie can be, knowing how easily he could hurt you. But between Belphie's hands and mouth on you and his cock splitting you open, the noises you make for them? He can sometimes get a little carried away.

They both love looking at the marks the other gave you, Belphie admiring the purple ring that Beel’s teeth left on your shoulder and Beel gently caressing the deep red hickies his twin left on your thigh. They’re both happy knowing that you make their twin so happy.

Laying between them after is so comforting. Resting your head on Beel’s chest while Belphie’s curled against your back, both of their hands resting possessively on your warm skin, their breath cool and reassuring as they dream peacefully. Knowing just from their touch how much they both love you.

Yeah...I may have gotten carried away. 🙈 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! 💖

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[littlelaya1998]

Little Laya's DD/LG Playroom!🩷

PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU DM ME!👇

|18+, MDNI, MAPS DNI, NSFW, Mature Content|

Basics of DD/LG Dynamics🧸

|Scammers, kindly fuck off|

Hi!🩷 I'm Little Laya, welcome to my NSFW, DD/LG blog! I'm here to spread my naughty cuteness and joy to the masses, feed my addiction to attention and praise, build a harem of daddies (with my IRL Daddy's permission, of course) and just generally be myself!🩷 I am a little, a nerd, and a new adult content seller!

(My other Socials are on my Throne link in bio! You can find more ✨revealing✨ content on my OF! Non-OF buyers and spoilers, my CashApp💲is linked in my bio too! DM me for my Tip Menu!🩷)

Here's a list of my kinks/limits for those interested:

And my regular interests/hobbies are:

•Singing🎤

•Drawing✍️

•Reading📖

•Yoga🧘‍♀️

•Anime/Manga💭

•Cooking👩‍🍳

•Dressing up👗

•420🌿💨

Please note: I also have a Daddy Dom and IRL romantic partner, @littlelayasdaddy, who dotes on me and supports everything I do online! He doesn't mind y'all flirting with me and fawning over me as long as y'all spoil me, so don't be shy! Just please respect me and our relationship!☺️🩷

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Thank you and please play with me respectfully! 😘🥰🩷

[bittsandpieces]

“Please take this into consideration” is what’s sending me about that anon. If these people actually did think I was a pedophile because I like to play pretend, I’d hope their course of action wasn’t just a scolding message, but of course they don’t actually think that, they just think it’s icky and don’t know how to mind their business. Like as if an anonymous message on tumblr telling me that it’s actually bad for me to play pretend is going to magically make me not horny about it anymore lmao. These people are so unserious and reactionary it hurts.

As someone whose fauxcest kink is almost exclusively through the lens of ageplay, I’d be excited to see those ideas if you ever do choose to post about them, and everyone else can kindly fuck off 💕

THANK YOU. it's also incredibly transparent that the people who send messages like that have never been in an irl kink community, because if they had any real experience they'd know there's a looooong history of age play in the kink community, even when you look at subcultures like old guard leather that we don't typically think of as involving age play. reactionary morality has no place in the kink community and it sure as shit doesn't do anything to stop actual predators

however, based on the absolutely horrible hateful messages sitting in my inbox right now, I don't think I'm going to post about my age play feelings, at least not for a while. Im not a big fan of opening my inbox to an avalanche of people telling me to kill myself because I want to play pretend in a way they don't like

[prettyoatmeal]

I'm in LOVE with your work. I love my konig so much he's the cutest on the world 💕💞💖

I have no idea what to request but im hungry for more subby konig who's babbling and moaning and just pussy drunk and he gets all dopey and giggly and almost high even after sex and maybe the 141 guys are like... what did he have? we want some too 🤔

Just a Giggly Mood (König x Fem!Reader)

I'm so in love w this ask, you have no idea. Subby König>>>>

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Summary: You, König and all the friends you'd made during your time in the military have come over to celebrate the return home with drinks. Though, you and König had other plans in mind. While music was playing and your friends were having the time of their lives, you two had snuck upstairs to your shared bedroom for a bit of well deserved fun.

Warnings: Drug mention

Word Count: 1285

NSFW UNDER CUT

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"Mmnph.. hmm!"

With every thrust there came a whiny moan or hum from his lips. He was so desperate for this, he didn't even bother to take all his gear off. His helmet and breastplate were laying on the floor next to the creaking bed, mask pulled up past his mouth just so he could kiss your soft skin, his trousers were barely down to his knees with your underwear being merely pulled to the side and out of the way just enough, being slammed into missionary and immediately being rutted into. If he told you that he'd sniffed some sex pollen, you'd believe him.

With the amount of lube being used along with your slick just so he could fit inside you, plus that sticky feeling from how many times he's filled you up already, you couldn't hear anything but those wet, squelching noises of his cock moving in and out of you at such a rapid pace.

Your hands were stuck in place, your fingers intertwined with his as he kept them pinned next to you head. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway because you could barely bring yourself to move from the sheer amount of pleasure he'd brought on you.

"My- mmnghh,, My love- gotta fill you, gotta fill you.." He'd repeat to himself as his hot breath hit against your neck, practically slobbering all over it with the open-mouthed kisses he'd place down. He was completely pussy drunk, he couldn't get enough of the feeling of you squeezing and pulsing around him, so warm and wet and everything he could ever dream of. Mix that in with an overly sensitive, overstimulated König from cumming inside you so many times now and he's crying out, sobbing into your neck and unable to keep his hips from relentlessly pounding into you.

You couldn't think, completely fucked silly and dumbified from the constant pounding he was giving you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Schatz!" He mewled as he painted your walls white once again, his hiccups mixing in with the weak moans you were letting out yourself.

It was only a matter of time before he began to rut into you once more, still clearly not satisfied.

"K-König... plea- mmnf!" And just like that, his cock was pounding against your spongey g-spot over and over and over again, "Too much,,"

You managed to mutter out among your moans, completely helpless against the man of pure muscle pinning you down

"Just one more, p-please, Liebling! Please, please, please.. feels so good..!" He'd beg you so kindly, so of course you didn't stop him.

Finally moving a hand from your wrist, he brings his thumb down to your swollen clit, massaging it as he thrusted into you like his life depended on it. Your moans only became louder as you approached your millionth orgasm for the night, not caring for whoever could hear outside the room.

All the wet noises, the slapping of skin together, the way his balls would slam against you with every thrust, it was all too much.

"That's it, oh g-gosh... just like that-" was all you could say before you could feel yourself letting go, your release creeping up to you. König's hand quickly moved to slam over your mouth in a despair attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn't help but let out a final symphony of muffled moans and whines as you climaxed over his cock once again. Your mouth stayed agape against his hands as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his orgasm a final time.

His goddamn libido was going to be the death of you.

His hand moved back down to your hips, grabbing onto your soft flesh as he pulled them down each time he thrusted into you. The way he'd come completely undone from his own doing was a beautiful sight to see. The way he sobbed into your neck from the overstimulation was a constant reminder to you how much he craved this every single second of the day.

It felt like forever until you could feel him becoming close once more, his hands gripping your hips as if his life depended on it, pulling them up into an angle so his cock reached even deeper inside you, just kissing your cervix and causing you to squeal out.

His dirty talk turned into his classic, incoherent babbling, only able to make out little words such as 'please', 'yes', and 'fuck'. He let out a final girlish cry, his face buried into your neck as he filled you up one more time.

Your moans had finally died out while he was stuck with his face in your neck with heavy breaths and small sobs emitting from his mouth. Your hands were still shaking as they move upwards and under König's veil, moving up to the nape of his neck and running your fingers through his hair.

"You.. Y'still with us, König?" You ask in between breaths, hearing him swallow and feeling him nod. You couldn't help but smile and let out a small giggle, causing him to giggle meekly back with you.

He finally moved you back into a comfortable position, massaging your hips where he'd gripped them so tightly in a prior attempt to sooth the ache he knew would soon creep up on you.

"You did so well." You'd praised him, earning another flustered giggle as he'd relaxed from his high.

"I'm sorry," You'd heard his muffled words as he pulled himself away from your neck, finally pulling his veil off and taking in a deep breath, revealing his tear stained face, "I got your neck sopping wet!" His voice was nasally, still in the aftermath of all that sobbing.

His face was cute like this, reddened cheeks, huffing in the fresh air he's finally got access to, the way his glassy, puppy dog eyes looked up at you with a wide smile on his lips. You placed a small kiss on his nose before a whine escaped your mouth as you felt him pulling out, again, earning another giggle from him at your reaction.

"I'd say you enjoyed it more than I did, Schatz!" His bashful attitude had depleted and been replaced with his silly little giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You'd reply, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands gently caressed all over your hips, your waist, your chest, before finally landing on your cheeks, feeling your soft skin with his calloused hands before you pulled away, "I love you so much."

"Ich Liebe dich, Schatz."

"Go clean up, you smell like sex and sweat. And.. bring us a warm towel maybe. I don't think I can stand."

"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, pulling his trousers back up and rushing out of the room, taking his giggles along with him.

When he made his way to the bathroom (which was so extremely conveniently not connected to the bedroom), he made sure to knock, hearing a voice yelling 'coming!', evidently causing him to let out another snicker as he thought back to just moments before.

Soon, the door slid open with Gaz walking out, noticing the little smirk on König's face.

"Your face is pretty red there, big guy. You doing okay?"

He quickly nodded with another chuckle.

"Sorry, just in a... giggly mood." There was nothing to be laughing at, yet all the thoughts come rushing to his head at once, earning another snicker. As König prepared the warm towels to clean you up with, Gaz made his way back downstairs, taking a seat next to Soap.

"Think they're doing drugs up there. König was giggling like a madman."

"Sounds like a blast, I want what they're on."

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Hope you enjoyed!

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[rosieofcorona]

Hummingbird!!! Please!!! 💕💕

MY ANGEL MY DARLING HELLO AND THANK YOU!

as you saw, i did do the lil summary here!! but for you, a lil snippet of our angel darling cullen yearning his heart out (aka my specialty). under the cut if you like!

The more he drinks the more he pictures her, proud and polished in that uniform, owed in part to the many fittings Josie insisted she endure. It had done something boyish to him in the moment that he’d seen her at the palace, and he’d been grateful that his own clothes weren’t so closely tailored. 

It has the same effect now to imagine that fabric in a fine, rich heap on her floor. Or mine, he thinks, his face gone flush, those little golden buttons all undone. 

He nearly does something with that feeling, here in the privacy of his room. No one to witness how she undoes him, no one to gossip. 

There’s a knock at the the door that makes him curse, and if their purpose were any different– if they had no need to impress the Orlesians, if they weren’t playing for their alliance– he’d have a mind to ask the intruder to kindly fuck off.

[gtgbabie0]

-Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: {A slow and tender night with your girlfriend Sevika after a stressful week}

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Sevika was never much of a paperwork type of woman. In the past, it was all knuckles, bared teeth, and fight talk—but now? Now, it was all papers, politics, and polite spoken words. Well, she was still working on that last part.

Truthfully, she didn’t mind it. No matter how many times she would roll her eyes and scoff in these council meetings, she preferred them much more than the jobs she used to work—especially when she got to come home to such a pretty sight.

Her sweet lady, the light of her life… you.

You followed her around like a lost puppy in the first couple of days, her ‘assistant’ they said, sent to show her around and to make sure she knew the ins and outs of being a councilwoman. It was annoying, to begin with, you were all bright smiles and starry-eyed full of hope, so soft and sweet, a pain in her ass, she called you.

Then Sevika found herself dreaming of you, thinking of you when the councillors argued amongst themselves endlessly—the shape of your lips, the colour of your eyes—and she fell quickly, completely hook, line and sinker.

Now you were her favourite part of her days and on a day like today, she really needed you. This week had been shit to put it kindly, really fucking shit.

Sevika walks through your shared bedroom, her brows knitted together as she shrugs off her blazer with a huff before hanging it up— her eyes immediately softening when they fall upon you, sitting oh so prettily at your vanity which she had put together for you.

“How was it?” You ask, glancing over at her through the reflection of the mirror— the warm light of the lamp dusting over your face.

At the sound of your voice, she sighs, somewhere in between relief and frustration. “Hard.”

“Ah, the joys of the council I suppose.” You reply, swiping your index finger into a glass jar to collect the cream before applying it evenly to your face. “It’ll get worse before it gets better.” You add, rubbing the moisturiser into your skin.

She never really understood why you had so many expensive oils and creams, they all did the same thing if you ask her— but she loved watching your little routine, even helping you on occasions as an excuse to get her hands on you, not that she really needed one.

"You're making it sound as if this isn't hell already," she mutters, her voice twinged with humour. She walks over to where you’re sitting— her fingers gently curling underneath your jaw to tilt your head backwards slightly.

“Maybe you just need some pampering?” Your playful words are spoken through a breathy giggle that bubbles up out of you and Sevika would be lying if she said the sound didn’t make her heart sing with a warmth that bleeds through her chest.

It was a very enticing idea, after all, you were the one with all the sweet-scented, fancy and quite frankly overpriced face creams… besides she couldn’t deny you, ever.

“I don’t think I get a say do I?” She tries her best to act deadpanned but the smirk that ghosts against her lips betrays her completely.

“Nope.” With that you’re standing up from your vanity, her hand drops from your face to rest over the curve of your hip as you collect the coloured jars before walking over to the bed with a soft, “Come on, I promise you’ll sleep better.”

Sevika soon finds herself sitting up against the headboard of the bed, a pillow pressed behind her back as you straddle her thighs— this is just what she needed after a long week, to have you pressed up against her like this.

“You already looked relaxed,” you note, letting your eyes rove across her face— her brows unfurled and her eyes full of tenderness, the same tenderness she has in her touch as she rubs your hip soothingly.

“Course I am, got you in my lap.” Her usual gruff tone is a lot more gentle, a hint of smugness in her voice as relishes in the sight of you— the plushness of your thighs pressed against either side of her own, the way your pyjamas fit against your soft curves. She’s a lucky woman to have you all to herself.

A small amused hum passes your lips as you busy yourself with opening the moisture, trying to ignore the way her thumb brushes along your hipbone— although your attempts are pointless because she can read you like an open book and her touch always renders you completely breathless.

You swipe a small amount of face cream on the tip of your finger before applying it to Sevika’s face— brushing your fingertips over her cheeks and along her jaw in a way that has her melting into your hards, her eyes fluttering close as she makes a noise of contentment.

Sevika swears your hands are magic, they have to be, there’s no other reason as to how they have the power to completely unravel her, no it must be magic.

“It smells like you.” She whispers, leaning into the palm of your hand as your thumb caresses her cheek.

“Mm, it’s my favourite one… I use it all the time.” To your words she hums in acknowledgment, a knowing look crossing her face as her lips quirk up into a smile. She knows it’s your favourite, it has been before she ever walked into your life and it’s become so distinctively you— something that made her strangely feel at home.

And right here, with you… is her home, without a single shadow of a doubt.

Her skin feels like silk beneath your fingertips as you continue to trace mindless patterns along the contours of her face, her eyes watching you with an almost reverent look in them.

“C’mere pretty girl,” Sevika mumbles, cupping your jaw in her hand before drawing you closer to her slowly until your lips meet in a tender kiss— your hands instinctively resting against her shoulders as her own falls back to your hip.

Your body relaxes into hers, the familiar taste of her lips that you have been starved of all day brings a sense of comfort and you reciprocate the kiss just as lovingly almost needily— letting your fingertips brush through the hairs on the nape of her neck, a feeling that makes her groan softly.

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” You ask in between kisses that begin to taper off slowly as she brushes her lips along your warm cheek— smiling into your soft skin, taking in the sweet scent of vanilla that clings to you, gods you might just be the death of her.

“Mhm, thank you, angel,” Sevika responds, genuine gratitude dripping from her tone as her hand squeezes your hip, pulling you a little closer to her before rubbing your back soothingly— the warmth of her embrace wraps around you like a blanket, one you never want to shed yourself off.

“My pleasure, as always.” You reply, face buried into the crook of her shoulder causing your words to be slightly muffled as she holds you just a little tighter, your presence grounding her and as you nuzzle yourself further into her neck it really hits her, just how much she has missed you— Sevika really needs to find the time to fit herself into your nightly routines more often.

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[chelemlem]

Landoscar flatmates au ? For the au prompts!

OH HELLO. ok this is more neighbours au than flatmates but !

lando moves into his first london apartment trying to get his new streaming company off the ground. it's Not a nice place exactly. the stairwell is a fire hazard and there are water stains wrapped around the smaller-than-he's-used-to kitchen and he's pretty sure his downstairs neighbours are serial killers with the odd hours they keep & passive aggressive notes they leave around (wdym "kindly refrain from yelling when ppl are trying to sleep" who goes to bed at 7pm m8? but ok FINE he can schedule his cod streams for earlier in the day 🙄)

but that's what you get for wanting to "make it on ur own". so to speak

one sultry summer afternoon his doorbell rings and oh worm? it's the fabled downstairs neighbour who he's never met before. he's got floppy hair and bags under his eyes and apparently he's going to be late on rent this month bc he lost his second job. internally lando's like uh ok sure? what's that got to do with me but then Floppy Hair gives him a slow once-over and says: "or i could maybe. blow you?"

and that's??? fuck, why not. the guy's fit. what the hell

he figures out what that was all about later: oscar the downstairs bloke thinks LANDO owns the apartment bc he coincidentally shares a last name with their landlord ?

which brings up like: The Ethical Conundrum. on one hand: honesty, yeah? but lando's morals are fluid at the best of times and tbh the convenience of having dick that good only a floor down is nothing to sneeze at‼️ besides, between his delivery job and engineering coursework, oscar seems to have enough on his plate without adding apartment-hunting to the mix. it's win-win, really? what oscar doesn't know won't hurt him. lando can cover his share

cue 3-5 months of some of the best sex lando's ever had, partly for the normal reasons and partly bc of how Down oscar is to try all the weird kinky shit lando is into (which he chalks up to the fact that in oscar's mind he's essentially selling his body for shelter...... insert vague guilt)

and the problem is lando's growing fond of oscar's like dry sense of humor and his surprisingly good cooking (when he's got the time) and ends up doing all sorts of throat-constrictingly domestic stuff like dropping oscar off at class and ordering extra groceries for him and one day when they're sat in oscar's apartment waiting for the kettle (a shmancy new one lando bought) to boil, oscar jokes "oh am i officially a sugar baby now... a rentboy if u will" lando has a mild (read: severe) crisis about it and just. blurts out the truth

oscar's quiet for a bit. and then he's like: yeah i know

and hi what? the? fuck? but oscar's like uh so i ran into our real landlord a couple of weeks after we started shagging and i know i should have said something when u began paying a third of my rent but. shrugs. i looked u up and it seems like you can afford it (pure electric advert). also i... like hanging out with you. i like cooking for you. i like having sex and enough free time to sleep. i wanna keep doing it if you... (he's blushing now) don't mind

and lando's lowkey like youuu son of a bitch but he recognises he doesn't have a leg to stand on and hey does this mean oscar can actually spend nights at his place instead of walking back to his own apartment ? cut to future oscar cameoing in the background of lando's streams as Anonymous Boyfriend and maxf being like why the hell do you still have him saved in ur phone as "rentboy 💕"

[writingforstraykids]

Can we have a Minchan drabble with Minho comforting Chan after a rough day (hate, stress etc)?💖

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 905

Warnings/Tags: insecure!chan, soft!min, angst, fluff, cuddles, mention of hate comments (no further details), emotional hurt!comfort

A/N: I hope you like it dear💕

Minho looks up from his phone as the door to his room opens without a warning. He frowns softly as Chan shuffles inside, and his heart drops, noticing he's crying. “Chan?” he asks carefully, and the older man bows his head defeatedly, a heavy sob shaking his body. Minho scrambles to his feet and rushes to him. He opens his arms for him, pulling him into a warm embrace and rocking him gently. “Channie, baby?”

Chan sobs in response, burying his face in his shoulder and holding onto him tightly. “M-Min,” he whimpers. “‘m sorry,” he hiccups through tears. 

“No, Channie, it's okay,” he promises, fondling his head and running his hand through his hair. “It's okay, I got you.” He takes a few steps back with him, carefully sitting at the edge of his bed, pulling Chan into his lap, who clings to him. Minho worriedly leans his head against Chan's and rubs his back soothingly. “Baby, what happened?”

Chan makes a pained noise before telling him, broken up between sobs and soft hiccups. He tells him how pissed he is at himself for not getting everything done today. He tells him about the nasty comments he received during his live and the way he grows smaller in Minho's arms at that breaks his heart. “I'm just stressed out a-and insecure. M-Min, I'm s-so tired o-of everything,” he rambles on, burying himself even deeper in his arms, curling up into himself a bit. “I can't sleep, and I’m so fucking tired.”

Minho gets up with a soft grunt, lifting him up and lowering him into his mattress. Chan turns his head so Minho can't take in the whole mess and presses his lips together tightly. Minho grabs his blanket and tucks him in comfortably, leaning down to brush back his hair. “I'll be back in two minutes, promise. You stay right there.”

Chan nods reluctantly and watches him leave. His stomach tightens painfully as he's suddenly alone again, and he turns onto his side, curling up with a sob. He misses him already, and he knows it's ridiculous how much he needs his boyfriend sometimes. 

Minho is back soon, as promised, carrying a cup of tea, a bowl with cut-up brownie bites, and Chan's sleeping pills. He puts everything down at his bedside table before grabbing his lighter and some of the lavender candles he keeps in his room. He ignites a few of them, placing them around the room and then turns off the lights. He knows how embarrassed Chan gets about breaking down like this, maybe that would help.

Chan shivers at the warm, soft light bathing the room. Minho sits down next to him and flashes him an encouraging smile as he hands him the cup of tea. “It's your favorite with two spoons of honey as you like it.”

Fresh tears shoot to his eyes, and he mumbles a soft ‘thank you’. Minho wraps his arm around him, and Chan shuffles closer, slowly sipping his tea. He takes the pill Minho hands him and takes a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” he shakes his head. “You've had a shit day, it's okay.”

“It's stupid,” he argues weakly. 

“Mhm, no,” Minho shakes his head, gently running his hand through Chan's hair. “If it upsets you, it's valid, no matter how minor the incident may seem.” 

“I should do better,” Chan says, finishing his tea and staring at the empty cup in his hands. 

“You're doing your best,” Minho reminds him kindly. 

“It's not enough,” he insists, grip growing tight around the cup. 

“It'll never be enough. You have very unrealistically high standards for yourself,” Minho chuckles softly and puts the cup aside for him. “You're so kind and understanding with everyone else…sometimes I wished Chan would take care of my Channie more,” he told him softly. 

Chan turns to look at him, lower lip quivering heavily. “I'm sorry. You're right, I fucked that up.”

“You didn't fuck anything up,” he assures him and gently caresses his cheek. “You just need to learn to be more patient with yourself, Channie love. You have boundaries like everyone else; you have only so many resources before you burn out. It's human.”

“Can I stay tonight?” he asks timidly. 

Minho gets onto his knees between his legs and soothingly rubs his bare thighs, hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shorts. “That's the dumbest question you've asked me today,” he smirks and a tiny smile pulls at the corner of Chan's mouth. “I have snacks, I have a fuzzy blanket for you and aaall the love you deserve,” he tells him and giggles as Chan is suddenly on top of him, throwing him back into the mattress. 

He gets comfortable on top of him and sighs softly. “I love you, Minho baby.”

Minho smiles sweetly and cuddles him close, covering them with the blanket. “I love you too, Channie love.” He soothingly fondles his hair, feeding him brownies as Chan grows quieter and heavier on him with every passing minute. “I'm so proud of you, so are the kids. They adore you, and I love you so so much, baby,” Minho tells him sincerely, massaging his scalp. Chan hums in response, too far gone to answer properly. He soothes him to sleep and cuddles up tightly with him once he is. “My sweet Channie,” he whispers into the comforting silence of his room. 

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[fuzzythoughtsblog]

Ohh i totally get what u said and that's hot im a stone sub too write a smut related to it plss 🥹 that would be so hott

Sure.

What if both our Dom's decided to setup a "playdate" for us. Of course we're both blissfully unaware of their plans, we both think we're going to dinner and then a love hotel for some fun. It isn't until we both enter the same hotel room that we understood what was going on.

One of our Dom's starts to speak up "I'm sorry babies but we just gotta settle a little argument we were having. You see she says she has the best sub and I said that's not possible because I have the best sub. So we just kept going back and forth until we realized why don't we have a little friendly competition to decide. "

The other dom pipes up "Yeah, now bunnies why don't you show us what you wore under your clothes, we both know that you like to wear some slutty lingerie on date night."

After saying this both of are Dom's begin helping us out of our clothes. But they're surprise to find one of us wearing some cute baby blue lingerie while the other is only wearing a pair of pink stockings. Embarrassed I mubble out something about noticing my Dom eye them in the window. My Dom then grabs me and sets down with me in her lap.

She then spreads my legs while I look away. "Look at her pretty pussy hanging out just for me wrapped by those pretty stockings. How could you say she's not perfect?" Your Dom interjects "Yeah that's hot and all. But look at how cute and innocent my girl looks. Basically begging for corruption, I think that beats some tacky stockings! "

My Dom then grabs me and places me below her on the ground. "Your just jealous because my girl is the best with her mouth. " she says before slipping her pants off and placing her cunt in my mouth. "Go on bunny give them a show."

As I begin to suck and lick your Dom sits beside mine and pulls you to the floor. "Bullshit my girl has the tongue of a succubus! " she says as she takes her belt off and pulls you on to her too the ground too. As we both continue eating them out they continue to taunt each other. Before my Dom pulls me off of her with a pop. My Dom then says while holding my face thumb pressing against my tongue. "Go help the other bunny, show her what that beautiful tongue can do. "

When she let's go I hesitate to crawl over but then she gives me the look so I do. As I crawl between your Dom's legs you kindly scoot over so we can both lap at her cunt. "Fuck, that's good." Your Dom says while pushing both of are heads down. " Told you. " my Dom sneers as she slowly massages her clit. "Watch this, hey bunny her mouth is getting dirty too, clean it. "

After these words I turn to you with a look of "is this okay? " you nod so I put my arms on your shoulders before lapping a your tongue. The kiss starts out like this messy and unorganized but soon we get a rhythm and it becomes a more organized sexy make out session that leaves us both panting as both of are Dom's watch eyes never leave us.

When we get done I look up at your Dom then mine. "Was that good ? " ask them causing your Dom to moan "Fuck I can't handle both of them. " my Dom giggles before persuading your Dom "Why don't you tell your pretty girl to put her mouth on me? "

After saying that your Dom motions you towards mine. You crawl over and place you mouth over her hand sucking at her clit while she massages it. My Dom let's out a gasp which makes yours say "I told you so. "

By the end of the night me and you are sucking our Doms juices off each other's tongues. While we both get pounded into. Our Doms take turns fucking are pussys as they forget about they're little competition.

All in all we both enjoyed our play date and can't wait until the next. 💕

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

hi absol dearest ✨ might i humbly request... somnophilia with otoya ☺️ and, if you allow two characters... perchance ren as well?? (for a friend, cause u prob know who this is hehe) 💕 happy new year!!

Cushion

A/N: Hello my dear Alice. I was actually in the process of writing a somno!Otoya for you. Since you kindly indulged me in one of our chats. I will make the Otoya here under your request. The Ren will be done under a separate post. I hope that you enjoy it.

tags: Otoya Ittoki x gn!afab reader, established relationship (Otoya and reader are dating), consensual somnophilia wc: 1.9k+

notifs: @reigningcheesesun + feel free to fill out my tag list for future works!

A month isn’t that long. Time flies when you’re having fun. But during that last stretch of the month, Otoya was no longer having fun. He usually had no issues during tour season. But something about being crammed together with six other guys for 30 days became very stressful and very tense for everyone very quickly. He had gotten extremely sick eating something that Natsuki had baked, still having to go out on stage and preform regardless of how he felt. Masato and Ren never saw eye to eye the entire time, causing issues backstage which became more and more frustrating after each concert. Cecil had decided he was ‘not in the mood’ and vanished fifteen minutes before a handshake event. Causing it to be postponed and staff scrambling to find him. Tokiya always had something nitpicky to say after every performance which caused an argument where staff sent Otoya to cool off in another room.  

Otoya did not like to argue. He preferred smiling and keeping the peace among Starish. As the ‘face’ of the group he was required to play the role of their glue. And they’re all his friends. He loved them and kept them close to his heart at all times. But spending an entire month crammed on a bus, hopping from hotel to hotel. Dealing with fans, loud music, staff getting on him over this and that.  

Otoya was getting pissed off. 

The last two days of the tour were the worst. He and Syo had gotten into an argument that became physical very fast. It was something minor. Something the two of them would usually laugh off because it was miniscule and unimportant. But words only became louder and even more colorful over whatever it was. Staff had come in to separate the duo, but it was already too late. In that moment, they looked ready to kill each other.  

At 11am the next morning, they would finally be riding back to the dorms. Syo got on the bus with the bridge of his nose bandaged up due to the skin being split open last night. Otoya sat across from him with the right side of his ribcage painted deep violet color, holding a cooling gel pack against his side while trying not to breath too hard. There was no vocal apology. The pain was enough to say that they were even and to not lash out like that again.  

Everyone was in a sour mood. Tired, moody, and wanting to lay down in their respective beds. No more random hotels. No more walking into a cold shower because everyone else used up what was warm. No more fighting over sink space because someone spends thirty minutes every morning eye-fucking himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help the stirring feeling in his stomach that clawed at the inner lining. Stress was something he usually had no trouble taking care of. But he didn’t want to take care of this on his own. Not after everything that happened.  

The bus dropped them off at the dorms. Otoya couldn’t inhale and exhale his frustration. His side still hurt from getting Syo’s knee slammed into his ribs. It was pitch black in the hallway and he had to sit on his knees with a scowl. His phone flashlight on, the device was awkwardly held between his teeth. Tanned hands and chewed fingernails digging angrily through a black duffle bag to find a misplaced key. As bad as Otoya wanted to cuss and scream, he couldn’t bring himself to. Not at 1am. When the key was found, he let himself into the room with a withered sigh of relief as he slipped his spit covered phone into the back pocket of his jeans. Even if he winced in pain there was a heavy weight lifting itself off of his shoulders. As he turned the lock, and eased the door open. 

He kicked off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly near the door and stumbled into the darkness of his living room. Otoya’s eyes adjusted with a few blinks; his expression started to soften. There was a figure sleeping on his couch. A blanket that usually lived its life folded at the foot of his bed was instead keeping you warm. You laid across the cream-colored cushions, using one of his red throw pillows to rest your head on. Otoya could hear you breathing softly as you remained unmoving and unaware that he had entered.  

You were waiting for him to get back. Wanting to surprise him with a ‘welcome home’ and a kiss. Unfortunately, you had already fallen asleep before that dream could become a reality. Otoya’s feet dragged against the dark linoleum. The stress that had built itself up in his body started to transform into a hunger. One that caused his cock to jump, and he flinched at the bodily response. The thirst for flesh that left his mouth and throat cotton dry. Something that could only be quenched by the taste of you on his tongue. His breathing became shallow as he eyed your sleeping form up and down.  

A memory surfaced, a gentle reminder that told him to continue. A conversation you had one intimate night together while laying among the pillows and sheets. If you were asleep, and Otoya felt as though he could not wait for you to open your eyes. You had no issue with him starting something without you. At first, he was hesitant towards the idea. It was something different and unexpected. Usually, sex needed both participants to have their eyes open. But in this moment, he truly understood the appeal. 

You must have been expecting something like this. His short texts sent during his tour where he avoided venting out his irritation. You knew that he wouldn’t have any time to take care of himself at all. And that wasn’t his fault. You wanted to help him feel better. His hand lingered on the arm of the couch. Fingers gripping the cool wood surface as an invisible force commanded him to move closer and closer. Not once did you stir as the couch shifted under the additional weight. As the blanket was slowly pulled away and held up in Otoya’s fist. Scarlet eyes soaked in the sight of you softly snoring as he exhaled an impatient moan. Nothing that could be considered raunchy to anyone else. Except Otoya.  

All you wore was one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers you had stolen from his dresser. The detergent scent long gone, replaced with the familiar smell of your favorite soaps on his clothes. His jeans had started to become tighter and tighter. Another breathless sound passed his lips. “Sorry,” he whispered under the cover of darkness. The blanket being thrown over the backrest of the couch as cool hands began gliding over the currently exposed flesh of your thighs. “my hands are a little cold.” He apologized with a grin. Rearranging your body slowly and carefully as he peeled the boxers off of you. Tugging them down your thighs and dropping them haphazardly to the floor. You remained asleep. Completely trusting of the situation.  

His cock had started to ache. Straining against the cotton of his boxers and the confines of his jeans. “I missed you,” Otoya’s voice was a soft whisper as he used one hand to glide up the flesh of your thigh. The calloused pad of his thumb now rubbing slow, tight circles around your clit. His other hand was working his jeans open. “I’m sorry I couldn’t text you as much as I wanted to. I ended up getting busier than I thought.” He apologized with his smile starting to falter. A heat settled in his face when a soft whine passed your lips. “Thank you for not being mad at me.” He laughed to himself, moving into the space provided by your parted legs. “I’ll make it up to you later.” He muttered with a grin. His thumb moved faster; a finger slipped inside of your awaiting entrance. Otoya choked back his sound of awe as the digit was coated in a clear film.  

Your walls velvety soft and hungrily sucking in the digit. Proof that you were in dire need of touch like he was. He pumped the digit quickly; the lewd wet sound filled the silence of the living room. Mixing with the short breaths and hushed moans between you both. Goosebumps prickled along your skin as the finger was slowly removed, and your legs were adjusted once more. Otoya had gotten his jeans down to his mid-thigh. Not caring to get fully undressed. Your legs rested over his hips; his twitching cock was like an arrow being knocked into a bow as he aligned himself with your entrance.  

His hands found your hips. His fingers dug into the skin as he slowly pushed inside. Otoya sucked in a sharp breath. Going thirty-one days without the sensation of being engulfed like this made his head spin. The burning warmth in his face spread up to his ears and down to his collarbones. His cock continued to throb as he pushed deeper, and deeper, and deeper until you were completely full. Your bodies connected like puzzle pieces as he stayed still. One knee digging into the couch, the other was firmly planted on the shiny, dark linoleum. He wanted to say something. Even if you weren’t awake to hear it. Something with meaning, but nothing romantic enough came to mind.  

“Fuck.”  

His chest tightened as he slowly rocked his hips. Taking on a steady pace as he moved in and out. The round tip nudged against a sandpapery bundle of nerves inside of you. Forcing weak mewls of enjoyment out of your parted lips. He began to move faster. Otoya was being hypnotized by the way your body bounced in tandem, how glistening sweat began to collect on your skin. The scent of sex filling the air. The sound of your moans and the wet greeting of skin on skin washed away the innocent song of you snoring softly on his couch. His tongue jutted against the inside of his cheek as he looked down at you. Your face contorting in pleasure, eye brows knitting tight. One of his hands left your hip to instead reach towards your clit. His two longest fingers rubbed and rubbed, letting him relish in the feeling of your walls clamping around him. Convulsing and coating his shaft in your sticky fluids. He knew you were close to an orgasm.  

Otoya was close too. His soft moans were quickly silenced as he adjusted you with a yank. Your toes pointed up towards the ceiling as he was able to angle his hips deeper inside of you. Pounding into that delicate spot inside of you that needed him the most. His mouth captured yours in a heated kiss. His tongue messily rubbing against yours as he felt you starting to stir. Your sounds becoming louder, but Otoya only devoured them with each hungry mesh of your lips. He was throbbing, nearing the edge of release as you gushed around him. A yelp filling his mouth as your hands flew up and you grabbed and pulled on the back of his cotton shirt. Otoya halted with a grunt, pulling out quickly as he began to finish. Hot and sticky sperm dribbled onto your skin, pooling in your belly button and trailing down towards the couch.  

No words were spoken. Just more kisses, and slow rocks of Otoya’s hips. A different form of hello that you both needed. Right there on his couch cushions.