#like I’m my head I’m like FUCKKKKK ITS THEM

[robiinurheart33]

Dare I say ghost and soap

[worldlxvlys]

texts w/ dwb! matt (part 7)

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: mentions of drugs/addiction, cursing, smut (don’t read if you don’t like), overstimulation, p in v

a/n: based off of this request, the next few parts will be based off of it as well. hope you like :)

i sent that text 20 minutes ago.

now, i laid on my on top of matt, my back to his chest, as he pushed himself in and out of me at a rapid pace while his hand rubbed my clit in circular motions.

“fuck! fuck! matt! oh my godddd! so so good, fuck, you feel so good!” i screamed out.

“yeah? you like that?” he whispered in my ear.

i watched as his tatted arm moved against my skin as he continued his work on my clit.

“yes, yessss matt. holy shittt you’re so good!” i cried out.

my pussy swallowed him whole and i felt every inch of him as he continued to pound into me.

“matt i’m so close, gonna cum” i moaned out.

“go ahead baby, let go” my hands gripped onto the sheets as i clenched around him, making him groan out.

“shit baby” he moaned into my ear as we came together.

despite both of us finishing, matt’s movements never slowed, making us both moan at the sensitivity.

“god, you feel so fucking good around me. it’s like you were made for me” he whispered into my ear making me clench around him.

“o-oh fuck” he whimpered.

he increased the speed of his hand on my clit, making me scream out.

“FUCK MATT, OH MY GOD!” my hips started to twitch, and my legs flew closed. he pulled them open, continuing to snap his hips into mine.

my legs flew closed again, making me turn onto my side this time.

matt quickly adjusted, turning himself over, now fucking me on his side.

he hooked his arm under my knee and lifted it, pushing it closer to my chest.

the new angle made him hit my g-spot repeatedly.

“m-matt, fuck, gonna cum again” i moaned out, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

“c’mon baby, you got it. doing so good for me” he groaned.

his praise sent me over the edge, and i released all over him.

his grip on my leg tightened and his groans turned to whimpers as his cock twitched inside of me.

“gonna cum, fuckkkkk” he whined into my neck as i felt him paint my walls with his cum.

he thrusted into me a few more times before pulling himself out completely.

i turned to face him, and gave him a quick peck to his lips.

“thank you, matt” i said to him.

“of course, baby” he whispered.

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[doctorweebmd]

Because I’m nosey for the author ask…Hope you don’t mind :-)

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ahhh NO THIS ISNT NOSINESS i LOVE oversharing get ready and also THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS!!! it was super fun and distracted me from the agony that is writing plot and remembering that its sunday night 🥺

🙋‍♀️ - do any real-life people know what I write fanfic? Uhhh. My husband does but I've never let him read any of it. I do tell people that I write 'fiction' in my spare time, because its like, my one hobby, but definitely don't extrapolate. i'm making the assumption that most people in the medical field don't know shit about ao3 but i also know for a FACT that there are multiple weeb sleeper agents out there. doing medicine. while weebing. BUT. i'm sure if anyone recognized any of my stuff it would be a 'what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament' situation haha

❌ - a trope i will never write? Probably alpha/beta/omega stuff. Some people do them really well and I've certainly read really great ABO, but its one of those dynamics that I would never want to voluntarily explore. Its actually the one tag I actively filter out when looking for new fic. On that same note, Pregnancy/Kidfic. Babies and parenting give me the major ick (this may be colored heavily by the fact that i dont want children and am at that age where people keep ASKING ABOUT IT.) tbh i'm also not much of a fantasy person or historical person, so a lot of hybrid/mermaid/royalty AUs are a no for me. and, probably most controversially? established relationship. listen i am here for the drama i dont care about healthy loving domestic stuff! i want miscommunication! i want pining! i want discovering each other for the first time! i want fumbling and blushing!!!

.... wow there are a LOT of things i dont think i'd write lol yikes.

💔 - Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? Not to be predictable but yeah. Zero-sum game. In part because it was a very vulnerable place of writing emotionally - both because i had not, for many years, tapped into my own mental health experiences for fear of it being triggering while writing, but also partially because i was working in the icu during peak covid and everyone was dying and it was so fucking depressing and demoralizing. I teared up at a couple of scenes - this ended up super long so i'm going to break it down by chapter:

Chapter 7 when Katsuki walked by the bar his friends were having a reunion at, Jirou ran out to get him and Kirishima stopped her, saying 'we have to let him go.'

Chapter 12, Katsuki asking - are you afraid? And Zero looking up at the sky saying - Am I afraid? And then reciting that poem. 'Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.' That scene I can see so so vividly in my head, hear their voices, intonations, expressions - and it breaks my heart. The tent scene at the end of Chapter 12, too - 'Do you think that's what love feels like?' 'Fuck if I know.' FUCK ME UP. ARHGHH S.

Chapter 15 - Mitsuki saying 'But you’re gonna eventually have to find a way to love people without hurting them. Or you’re going to end up alone.' and Katsuki having a breakdown after. Then later in the chapter, Inko asking '“… I wonder, sometimes. Who he would become if he never met you.” WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

Chapter 19 - god. Where do I even start. The entire confession scene is like punch after punch to the ribcage. Specifically:

"How does Katsuki explain that the first time in his life he considered he might be in love is when hands he’s dreamt off for nearly twenty years (Now just the one. Half is gone, because it has to be, because to be complete is to give Katsuki more than he deserves) wrapped themselves around his throat, making him wonder if love might be a bit like dying, might be a bit like that last fucking breath when nothing in the goddamn world can feel more cathartic - that last strawberry, the last sip of water, the last bullet in the chamber - and they bled and fought and fucked and destroyed each other and nothing has ever felt to pure and perfect and devastating and absolutely holy - if that’s not love, then what the hell is?"

and

"“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. I love you and I’m walking away from you and I never want to see you again. Okay? I never want to see you again.”

AND

“…What am I supposed to do now?” Inko Midoriya whispers out to the street. No more fretting, no more restless nights, no more ‘what if’s.’ Her son is back, but despite that, she’s still alone. They both are.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki responds honestly.

“Find something else to live for, I guess.”

Chapter 23 - the proposal scene. Specifically:

'Not because you saved me physically – and you did, you did, you’re always saving me, and I’m always saving you, I fuckin’ know, we’ll always save each other because that’s who we are, but it's more than that. Its more.'

AND

“But you need to know – you need to. That, with all of me, I love who you were, I love who you are, and I love who you’re becoming.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No matter how short, no matter how painful, no matter how fucking temporary all of this is. I want to experience it with you.”

“Marry me.”

AND. Finally and most of all. The authors note at the end. Even re-reading it now, its so raw. I think about this a lot:

'It all anchors on the belief that you can still be who you want to be. The belief that ‘broken’ people can get better. The belief, the ever present faith - because it has to be faith, because all tangible things are friable but not faith, not this - that you can be found. That you are not irredeemable. That there is a future worth fighting for.'

I have moments from 'we will wait and wait in that space' and 'nothing else fills' that made me tear up, but it still won't match the raw levels of emotion and vulnerability that was channeled in zero-sum. even now, years later, its still my heart.

Wow sorry this got SUPER long. but i loved going through zero-sum and picking out my favorite scenes so thank you for that :) :) :)

💲 - would i ever open commissions? gosh no, probably not. i'm not great at one-shots and deadlines and i work super inconsistent hours and tbh i have minimal confidence in the consistency of my writing to offer it as a service. i'm also very lucky to be pretty secure financially so i wouldn't have that kind of external driving force. but i'm very flattered that that's even a question. 🥺 id happily give away all my mind-vomit for free.

AHHHH i'm sorry this is so long THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME i adore you ❤️

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy ep 13 stray thoughts!!!

- zouey fr gonnna kill captain

- nont saying he didn’t mean to beat them up... be so fr baby boy

- not zouey invoking nant HOLY FUCK DID NONT GET SHOT

- CHEKHOVS FUCKING GUN FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

- crying these boys have no clue what they walked into

- NONT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? scream he’s never as turned on as when he’s held at gunpoint ig?!,!?!?!?!?!!??!? he’s lost the plot i love him so much he’s everything

- baddie bunch in the back like 🧍🏽‍♂️happy you're making out with your mans but when are we gonna be safe from the mafia tho🧍🏽‍♂️

- IS PUEN DEAD IM GONNA SCREAM NO HES NOT BABY WAKE UO WAIE UPOOOOO WAKE UP IH FUCK HES OK OH SHIT O MY GOD

- is nont still shot????

- i’m confused but imma let this slide until i read someone else’s explaination of the the dialogue

- first is so funny im sorry but that’s my boy

- zouey is gonna snap snap soon im calling it like i need a level 7 magnitude granny scarf moment from him

- teena is THE man like i want him so bad he’s been nothing but understanding and sweet and affectionate and goofy he want me

- KEEN IS BACK WAIT WAS HIM GETTING EXPELED A SET UP

- the shattered mirror in his locker… someone with more brainpower needs to dissect this

- AOBPUEN LIGHTING FOR THE WIN

- this scene is scarily quiet nvm they’re playing incomplete by gavin luke which if i am remembering correctly is another nuthphop ballad!!

- aob crawling on top of puen like that makes me want to go so feral like fuckkkkk

- nuthphop enthusiasts it’s been two fucking episode BUT WERE SO BACK

- lighting this ep goes crazy

- cry by johannes bornlöf in nuthphop scenes enthusiasts WERE SO BACK

- IS THAT PORSCHE FIRING A BLANK PLEASE BE A BLAMK PLEASE I CANT DO THIS PORSCHE NO RUN WHAT WHAT WJAY WJAY WJAY EJ WHY IS HIS FACE HIDDEN MAYBE ITS NOT PORSCHE BUT THEN WHO

- jason’s fuckass joy over this i need his head in plate i need nont to light him on fire NEOW

- jason get your hands off of him GET A DJOB STAH AWAY FROM HER!!!!!

- oh nont is he talking to nant through reflection again… well nont breakdown enthusiasts yall eating good ig

- nont always surrounded by candles when he’s losing it…. this feels thematic

- is proms hair diff….

- oh god nont is gonna die they’re both gonna die…… i can’t take it if they do

- why is nuthphop sleeping like that… whatever neither of them are crying oh god GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER

- not commenting on that bit fucking yucks me out

- @jeffsatyr i’m not gonna say anything but… yeah…

- captain having the most romantic framing he’s ever had and its between him and teena’s dick…. good for him ig

- captains been living with four other men the whole time what is he talking about

- captainpuen enthusiasts we still have a chance !!!!!

- did we ever get a close up of puens nevklace

- jason lee count your fuckass days im not playing i need this man to endure heinous things

- WERE GETTING THIS SONG AGAIN?!?!? cry enthusiasts were really winning today

- is that a lion and tiger being projected on them??

- incomplete again too??? interesting

- their gonna kill my boys aren’t they welp nuthphop enthusiasts it’s been on honor serving with yall

- SCARED OF WATER BY KIKORU oh they bringing out the nuthphop deep cuts today

- nuth is my baby boy

- not them playing ambivalent thoughts when nuth gets on one knee im getting hit with shrimp emotions

- JUMP MY BOY

- porschejumptutor truthers….

- wait it’s over?!?!?!!??

feeling very secure and sure whats coming in the finale haha...

[chippedaxe]

stepbro george smut 🤤 if u could do hard dom george with fem reader?

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Title: 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒

Warnings: NSFW! (Minors DNI), coarse language, sub reader, hard dom, stepcest, degrading, teasing, masturbation, slapping, voyeurism, (unedited)

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: You and George are left alone at home which causes you to become bored and restless, you then bother George with your boredom.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: I'll try to write this the best I can, I don't rlly know how to write hard dom george but I'll try! Thank you for the request <3

* Let me know if there are any warnings or any other things to change !!

Welcome 🧝🏽‍♀️ anon btw!

*My emojis updates since I took that photo so now the emoji looks different

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Your eyes shifted to stare at your stepbrother George, you then quickly glanced away when he looked over at you. You heard him scoff a bit before he walked away, the heat rose to your cheeks and made you blush. You were sitting on the couch watching the TV and zoning out but stopped when you heard your parents at the door "We're leaving to stay at your aunts for the weekend! George is in charge of the house!" you had barely caught on to what they were saying as they had just suddenly left.

"George?" you called out to him just as your parents had left "yeah, what?" he came down the stairs "Why're our parents leaving?" you asked "didn't you listen to them? They're staying over with our aunt" George rolled his eyes at you "No yeah- I got that, but why?" you turned around on the couch so you two were now face to face "They left because you were annoying them too much" George snickered "Hey! That's mean- Why're they really leaving??" you got up from the couch.

George shrugged and started walking off "Don't be an asshole!" you crossed your arms and pouted "An asshole? Me? Never! I'm one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet, and I know you won't meet many but that's not the point" he teased you "HEY! What's that supposed to mean?" you followed him up the stairs "What? I'm just saying the truth!" George slipped into his bedroom and tried to get away from you, you groaned as he shut the door on you and went into your own room.

'George is an idiot, he keeps teasing me' you thought to yourself as you laid down on the bed, you tossed around in your sheets as you were becoming restless and bored. "I'm so BORED" you groaned out in boredom, your hands pulling at your face in agony "ughhhhh" you made random noises to try and satisfy your boredom "Hey- do you mind not being annoying?" George opened your door "I'm so bored though!" you exclaimed "Yeah well go and do something then, stop bothering me about it!" George went to slam your door but you stopped him "Why don't you hang out with me or something??" you suggested.

"Because you're just my dumb little sister" George walked off "C'mon! We can play a game or something!" you were desperately trying to satisfy your boredom "Why don't you just go on your phone like a normal person?" George left you alone once again. You slumped down onto the floor and held your head in your hands "Why's he always gotta be so difficult?" you huffed in annoyance, you take your phone out and decide to bother George over the internet.

You called him a bunch of times until he picked up "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??" he screamed into the phone "I'm bored! Why don't you just hang out with meeeee?" you asked "because then you'll just complain the whole time!" George hung up but you repeatedly kept calling him "I'm literally so close to blocking you!" George sighed "We could play one of your video games??" you smiled as you thought he might finally agree to do something with you "I am not gonna let you touch my shit, just go touch yourself or something, I don't fucking know" he hung up again.

You blushed at his suggestion 'Touch myself? I can't believe he suggested that! He's a gross pervert!' you thought to yourself but your hand was ironically already subtly making its way down between your legs. His suggestion couldn't hurt and it was an easy way to pass sometime and cure your boredom, you had to be quiet though, George's room was literally right next to yours and you'd be embarrassed to hell if he heard you.

You pulled down your pants so they were hanging around your thighs and then you proceeded to rub yourself down there, you moaned quietly but then had to quickly shut yourself up. You leaned over on the bed and positioned yourself so your face was buried in the blankets and your fingers were rubbing at your sore clit, you were huffing and puffing into the sheets.

Your fingers slipped inside and you let out a small gasp, you moved your other hand to cover your mouth. Your eyes closed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to releasing, your orgasm already approaching hastily, you didn't know that anyone was there watching you until you heard a clear coughing noise "Having fun?" you blushed all over. You slowly moved your hands and looked up at George "h-hey.." you gulped nervously, you stupid girl- why didn't you lock the door?!

"That looked fun, why'd you stop?" He crossed his arms over and looked down at you "B- Because you're watching me.." you whispered "If you didn't want my attention then you should've been more quiet. Fucking yourself right next to my bedroom? Naughty girl" George smirked "I- I-.." You tried to speak up but he didn't let you "Keep going" He ordered you. You meekly listened and started to touch yourself again "There's no use in hiding your voice, our parents are gone and I'm already here" George told you.

You let out a choked moan, you glanced away from George as his eyes were on you "Didn't know my sister was such a whore.. Getting off because I told you to, aren't you?" George teased, you nodded shyly "I knew it. Are you thinking about me while you do it?" He leaned in closer to breath hot hair onto your ear. You shiver from his warm breath "m- maybe.." you answer him "maybe isn't good enough, doll" George crawls on top of you and pins you to the bed.

You pull your hand away from your crotch and you try to back up a bit "Are you tryna run away? Just let me know now if you want me to leave" George gave you a way to back out but you rejected it "Fine with me, c'mere.." He leaned in and kissed your lips. You kissed him back gently, you were still half stunned that your stepbrother was here doing this to you. You pulled away quickly "G-George! You're my stepbrother!" you exclaimed "Yeah, you just realize that now?" George laughed and pulled you back in again.

"Come on, don't use me like this, you don't even like me!" you pushed him away "Who says I don't like you? I might tease you and you might annoy me but that's just regular sibling things, right?" George had a point "Is that all you think of me? Your sister?" he shakes his head "During the day I do, but at night-" He didn't finish his sentence as he captured your lips in another kiss.

You closed your eyes and kissed him back, your hands running through his hair as you two kiss. George pulled away for a bit of air and then started to roughly kiss at your neck "fuck.." you gasped "D- don't leave any marks!" you warned him "And if I do? Just put some makeup on" George bit down on your neck "ah!" you moaned from his little actions.

"Did you stretch yourself earlier?" George started to unbuckle his belt, you nodded and opened your legs to show your aching hole "You're such a slutty sister.." George bit his lip as he zipped down his pants and positioned himself at your entrance, he slowly slid in and you let out a loud groan "ahhhhh fuckkkkk.." you threw your head back.

He grunted as he started to thrust inside of you, his cock felt huge inside of you, the tip of his dick was hitting every part inside of you and it felt amazing! You held onto his arms and dug your nails into his shoulders "S-shit!" you swallowed down another moan "Damn, you gonna cum already?" George teased you. He started to buck his hips even faster, his free hand was bruising your hip while the other one was clamped around your neck and holding your head up to look at him.

"Cum for me, cum for your fucking stepbrother" he slapped you across the face which left a tingle on your skin. You came just after he had slapped you, your pussy clenched around him and he groaned loudly "oh fuck-" he didn't mean to but he ended up cumming inside of you after you had an orgasm. You laid down on the bed and tried to catch your breath, George sighed and left the room to grab a washcloth.

He started to clean your insides, his hand sliding inside of you just to clean the cum out "Ow!" you winced "Sorry Y/n.." he whispered "What're you being so nice to me now for?" you asked "I'm your brother, I can still be nice and an annoying dickhead" he smiled up at you. "What'd you slap me for by the way? Now my cheek hurts.." you whined "to knock some sense into you" George joked around "asshole."

[thinking1bee]

Mrs. and Mrs. Luthor Part 3

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Lena Luthor x Reader

Tags: Humor, Violence, Graphic Injuries, Smut

“Are you serious?” she asked tentatively.

“Yeah, like, I literally can’t do it.”

You pulled the trigger a couple of times only for the gun to click. You smiled at her and drop it to the floor. Lena chuckled before ejecting the mag and peering inside.

“Hmm I had only one more bullet.”

“I still love you, Lena. A lot. And despite what just happened in the past hour, I always will. Nothing will change that. Not secrets, not attempts on my life, nothing,” you said to her with clear resolution and conviction.

You prepared for the worst. You prepared yourself to be shot anyway, no matter what was said, only to be pleasantly surprised when Lena smiled sweetly and dropped the gun to the floor as well. Suddenly she was in your arms, her legs wrapped around your waist as she kissed you deeply. The romance was cut short due to your stomach flaring in pain.

“Ow, ow, ow!” you exclaimed, inadvertently dropping Lena. Lena winced but landed on her feet, her hands worrying over you in concern.

“God I’m so sorry!”

She escorted you to the bathroom and lifted up your shirt gingerly. She was quiet as she observed your wound and you watched her teeth nibble her lip in concentration.

“Well good news, you’re not going to die,” she finally said.

“Bad news?” you asked, wincing as Lena fingers gently touched the tender skin around the laceration.

“I have to clean it…and it’s going to suck ass.”

You shuddered as Lena disappeared to go gather supplies. Looking at the wound in the mirror, it was a lot worst than you thought it’d be, just from seeing it in the reflection. It was surely going to scar. When Lena came back, it was with antibacterial soap, gauze, wraps, a towel, and a bottle of Fireball. She gave the alcohol to you and placed everything else on the table.

“Oh god,” you whispered nervously as you unscrewed the lid, took a swig from the bottle, and watched Lena wash her hands and lather the towel in the soap. Then she turned to you.

“Okay, deep breath in.”

You inhaled and closed your eyes. As gently as she could, she placed the towel on top of your wound. Pain exploded and wrapped its way around your body like tangled barbwire.

“Fuck me!!!” you cried out, gripping the whisky bottle so hard that your knuckles were bleached of color.

“I know, I know,” Lena cooed.

You swore you blacked out. One minute, you stomach was on fire and the next, you were completely bandaged and clean. You turned to find Lena cleaning herself up, applying ointment to the cuts on her face.

“You okay there?”

You shook your head and started downing some more whiskey. Lena smiled and took the bottle from your hands, kissing you fiercely. Another need that was stronger than your pain and fatigue put together, surfaced slowly and by the time Lena leaned down to kiss your neck, you were ready to devour her. Wordlessly, you picked her up and she wrapped her legs around you. Her lips were on yours again, sloppy open-mouthed kisses and desperate groping all the way to the bedroom. Distantly, you were surprised that the bedroom was relatively unscathed. There wasn’t even a bullet hole in there.

“Be gentle with yourself okay,” Lena whispered against your lips as you put her down on the mattress softly. The movement cause you to wince, but you ignored it. Who you didn’t ignore was your loving wife who only had your best interests at heart. You nod your head with a dopey smile and start kissing her again. Lena moaned into your mouth, which you swallowed with the plunge of your tongue. You encouraged Lena to wrap her legs around your body as you settled between her hips.

“I love you so much,” you whispered sweetly as you started to kiss down her body, worshipping her skin and nurturing every cut and bruise that you put on her.

“I love you too Y/n.”

She gasped when you nibbled the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, her hands coming to tangle themselves in your hair. Usually you’d take her clothes off but you needed her now. You couldn’t wait. You wanted her moaning beneath you, so you slipped her underwear down to her knees and with a broad lick of your tongue, tasted her wet center. Lena let out a breath the moment she felt you, her fingers pulling your face closer to her. You licked her wet folds for a couple of seconds before sucking her clit into your mouth. Lena’s back arched one hand releasing your hair to fist the bed sheets.

“Fuckkkkk” she let out in a drawn-out moan. You smiled, surprised that even though you haven’t slept with each other in months, you were still good enough to please Lena.

You could feel her core spasming, begging to be filled. While you sucked her sensitive bundle of nerves, you lubed two fingers in her arousal before slowly sinking them inside. Immediately, Lena’s core sucked them in until you possibly couldn’t go any deeper. You knew how she liked to be fingered, so clueing your fingers up, you massaged the firm patch of muscle there. Lena cried out, her moans music to your ears, a symphony you didn’t realized you missed until now.

“How does that feel, baby girl?” you murmured against her clit.

“So, so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

You wanted this for her. You wanted her to know how much you loved her despite how many times you already said it. You wanted all of her, the CEO and assassin. Lena wanted all of you too. The emotional rawness of this moment unlocked an intimacy that you never felt before. It was probably due to the fact that there were no more secrets, no more lies. The adrenaline and near-death experience was an aphrodisiac that spurred you on, fingering Lena until her walls clamped on your fingers, until she released a feminine moan, and until you were drinking her come, some of it dribbling down her chin.

When Lena was spent, you kissed her core tenderly and licked your lips, savoring the tangy, salty taste that was femininity.

“Want me to get the strap?” you asked, and you already knew Lena’s answer.

                                                        ***

You were on top, thrusting into Lena deeply who was laying on her stomach, and the toy and your hips slapped against her skin loudly. Lena was moaning loudly, her cries of ecstasy reverberating throughout the house with wanton abandon. Having her like this, fucking her like this was worth the dull throb from your injuries. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted her. All you wanted was to love your wife deeper. You peppered kisses down her lean back as you bottomed out in her. She yelped and then sank her teeth into the pillow to try and quiet herself.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” you husked against her ear, nibbling it for a moment afterwards.

All Lena did was whimper, her hair damp from sweat and it sticking to her skin. You chuckled as you fisted the sheets harder to further keep yourself pinned in place, and then, you started railing into her harder. This blazing pace was strenuous even for you, but to hear her cry out your name, to hear her beg for more, was worth it. Her juices coated the sheets and the toy. The addition lubrication made it so much easier for you to hit her sweet spot, every thrust of your hips eliciting a filthy moan from her kiss swollen lips.  

“Sounds like you like it too,” you whispered as you kissed her neck more.

Lena nodded her head, her mouth failing open as she neared her orgasm. You kept going, dating not to stop, and you knew the exact moment she tipped over the edge. With her toes curled and her body taut, Lena released a scream of epic proportions. She came hard and more fluid squirted out of her and soaked everything in the near vicinity. You urged her through it, prolonging it the best you can until she collapsed on her chest. Both of you breathed hard. You could literally feel how relaxed Lena was as she spasmed from post coital aftershocks. Pulling out gently, you take off the harness and lay beside her.

For several minutes you enjoy what happened, letting the sounds of Lena’s panting clear your mind. But it all came to an end when Lena’s phone chimed. She reached for it in distaste, wondering who the hell was contacting her, but her eyebrows raised in shock.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, seeing the change in her.

“Our agencies put a hit out on each of us,” she said, her eyes scanning the message repeatedly.

“What?”

You’re up in a second and looking at her phone screen. Sure enough, you and her had a bounty on your head for one million dollars each. At that you kind of shrug and kiss Lena’s shoulder tenderly.

“You, my dear, are worth it.”

And at that, she smiled at you, her eyes the brightest you’d ever seen them in a very long time.

[imaginewarehouse]

Yandere!Marcus White x Reader || Drabble

Plot: I’ve been watching Gotham, so, some delicious villainous yandere stuff for fun. 

Warnings: Abduction, toxic/abusive relationship, basic yandere character (He’s kinda chill though, so it isn't really mega level dark? I guess?) 

🔆  🔆  🔆

The bag is ripped off my head, along with a few strands of my hair, and I gulp down my first non-canvasy breathes in hours, looking around the room I’m in. As soon as I recognise the childish basketball themed bed sheets that I’m plopped onto and the blue walls that could only belong to a man-child that hasn't left his mother since the womb though, a deep, annoyed groan escapes my throat and my head falls back against the wall I’m leaning on. The frustration of another failed escape attempt honestly killing me. “Fuckkkkk. Marcus!” 

Why did I even look around? As if the surroundings after being kidnapped would be any different. It never is. Its always this stupid room. God, I hate it. 

“Hold on a moment- finishing this game.” He unsurprisingly responds, from the floor at the foot of the bed where a TV is set up on the floor- not at all fazed at the fact that his abduction victim is awake. 

I wriggle my wrists, trying to free them from the tent rope tying them together. “Whatever. Just hurry up and untie me. I’m getting rope burn.” 

“Mmm,” Marcus makes an unsure sound back, and I can imagine his face right now even though I cant see it, all twisted up at the nose and the mouth. A harbinger of dread, honestly. My heart feels like it plummets in my chest, right down to my feet. Don’t tell me- “Yeahh, I don’t think so. Not this time, babe. One too many escapes. I told you, you try to leave me one more time and you’ll lose Mr Nice Guy.” He makes a clicking sound with his tongue, as I screw my own face up in confusion. ‘Mr Nice Guy’, did he just say? Oh, please- “Well. You lost him.” 

That... doesn't sound good. I mean, no part of this situation with him is good, but this definitely feels like a tipping point. I feel nauseous suddenly. “What do you mean?” 

“Oh!” Suddenly the TV makes an especially loud noise and the sound of the controller clicking gets more vigorous, as apparently Marcus gets to a particularly difficult part of the game- then celebratory music plays and Marcus gets up, and flops on the bed next to you. “Whoo! I won. Beat the game.” He beams at me, like I actually give a flying fuck that he came first in Mario cart at 100cc, like the loser that he is, and I just look back totally deadpanned. 

I blink, trying to totally show him with my expression and my tone how little this matters right now. Or ever. “Like I care?” 

“Don’t be a bitch.” It should say something about me, and about him, that I used to flinch every time this boy called me that, but now I don't even blink. We’ve been doing this thing for over a decade, since high school when Marcus wasn't a total psycho, so nothing about him surprises me much anymore. 

Not that he isn't, unfortunately, full of surprises even so. 

“Don’t be a psycho kidnapper.” I beam back patronisingly. 

“Ahh, stalemate.” He grins, dropping his hand on my thigh... which... twistedly... still has an effect on me. Not that I ever let him know that, but, it definitely does. Sometimes I wonder, honestly, if that’s why I never successfully escape. Not because he or his butt ugly prison friends are master criminals or anything, but because I’m still holding on to an insane secret hope that somewhere in Marcus is the boy who took me to prom and spiked the punch, and turned up to drive me 3 hours home - to this bedroom, actually, - from a disastrous family holiday that made me cry to him for 2 more hours on the phone, and was happy to do so. Because sometimes he still is that guy.

... Because on a subconscious level I let him find me and drag me back here... even though consciously, I know this is 

-wrong. 

   And abusive... 

                and toxic. 

But on the other hand maybe not. Whatever. Moving on. Taking a deep breath to regather myself and glance up at him, eyes flashing angrily. Through my teeth, I hiss. “Let go.” 

Deeply, entirely hard-done-by, Marcus sighs and rolls his eyes, removing his hand. “Whatever.” I sigh, and lean my head back on the wall- tired. Tired of him, tired of this whole awful game. 

But we go on. We live on; We keep playing. Everyone does. That’s life. 

What else can you do? 

Finally, a couple of minutes later, I turn my head to look at him again and wait for him to catch my gaze and turn his own head to face me back. I talk quietly, calmly, tiredly. “... what did you mean by no more Mr Nice Guy?” 

“Just that.” He exclaims and shrugs, like it explains everything. Which it absolutely does not, but instead of snapping at him I just raise my eyebrows and wait for more of an explanation. “That... you’ll stay tied up. Most of the time, anyway. I mean, you can take showers and stuff without the rope, and on your birthday.” 

“Oh, well aren't you just a regular Prince Charming.” I sigh, rolling my eyes and gazing up at the ceiling now. Great. 

He either didn’t get a feel for the sarcasm or doesn't care. “Well I think so! So does mom.” 

“Oh god.” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. He’s such a loser. “Norman Bates, much?” 

At the reference that he definitely gets, because we binged the first season of Bates Motel together, like nearly everything else that we do apart from my escaping hobby, Marcus shifts closer to me and bangs the back of his head on the wall. “Oh, Y/N, that’s gross.” Oh so he claims, I think sarcastically, rolling my eyes yet again. Whatever. “I love you.” 

“Yeah, right.” I respond, dully, not even looking at him. At my obvious doubt, he begins to laugh. First chuckles, then full out, raucous laughter. Like its the most hilarious thing that he might not be in love with me. Like- why would he do all this to me? Kidnap me, keep me prisoner, force me to stay with him, tie me up- If he didn’t fucking love me?

I mean I have some ideas, but lets go with his story.

“I do!” He shakes his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion and hurt at my ridiculous accusation that he doesn't love me. “I do, baby.” He shifts so he can look me in the eyes and force a serious look... a goofy grin still stuck on his face that is not encouraging or confidence building at all. “I do. I fucking love you!” 

When he gets like this, its best to pretend like I believe him. Take a deep breath, adjust my thoughts - like you’re going to school and you have to remember that the place is educating you, and that’s good... not thats it's a torture institution for youth. For example, Marcus isn't a psychopathic dick-face. He’s... sometimes, sweet,- , and force a gentle smile. Hold my breath and cup his face the best I can with my wrists tied up, with one hand and lace my fingers through his hair with the other- and try not to like it so much. 

Or like it on a purely physical level and try to ignore the way, deep down, I love him. 

“... You’re right. Sorry. I know you do, baby, thank you. I... I love you too.” 

Easily his expression and his body relax, and he grins that goofy grin again that unfortunately still releases the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. “I know. Sorry, I freak out a little when you say stuff like that.” Oh, I know. “I just wouldn't want you to think that I do anything to hurt you. I just want you close.” 

“I know.” 

He smiles brighter, happy for the positive appraisal and apparent trust from me- especially in the particularly sensitive mood he’s in with me touching him. 

Then he leans across the way and kisses me. 

[spinster-sisters]

Sunflower. Final LTY

warnings: smut and general sexy times, also cheating so theres that

a.n: Hey guys this took 2 days to write but i will say after finishing this that consent is sexy

also this is longer than i intended

ALSO IVE SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP IS FUCKED AND NOT AN EXAMPLE OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP

REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG

You are sitting on the corner of a couch in a dark hazy room, you held your knees to your chest and your head lulled onto the back of the couch.  There was music floating gently in and out of your ears, you couldn’t make out the lyrics over the soft hum of chatter in the room but you are much too drunk to care. Your body seemed too heavy to move, but once again, you didn’t mind at all. You shifted your eyes slowly around the room observing the human-shaped masses moving about the apartment or slumped into chairs like you. Normally you would feel anxious to be this vulnerable in a room this crowded, but not now. This wasn’t a “party” exactly, more of a throwback that escalated more than anyone thought it would, but still, there was nobody here who you wouldn’t call a friend. Of course, that includes him. You had always hung around in similar circles so it wasn’t surprising that he was here. But It left a sour taste in your mouth to think of the last time you came face to face.

“Fuckkkkk,” groaning you finally forced your body into a more upright position. Your body was protesting madly as the weight of gravity seemed about 10 times more powerful than average. There was a dull ache in your back as a result of the position you previously lay in so you hunched your back forward to try and work out the knots. Your eyelids were just as heavy as your head as you lifted them to scan the room more severely once more. Who were you looking for? you could have sworn that just a few seconds ago you were looking for someone. But none of the figures in front of you seemed to be what you wanted.

You didn’t have time to continue this train of thought before the fuzz in your brain lulled you back onto the couch once more. Your eyes remained open, drifting in and out of focus in one spot on the opposite side of the room. It wasn’t until one of the figures began moving your way could they seem to take in an image. Who was this guy? your drunk brain asked itself. “I think I know him,” you thought as a small pout of concentration crossed your face as the man got closer and closer. It wasn’t until he was standing directly in front of you, smiling at your clearly amusing look of confusion, that you were finally able to place his face. The pout was swapped for a drunken smile.

“Jaehyuuun!” you called slurring the final syllable of his name lifting your arms into the air. Gravity brought your arms crashing back down onto the couch beside you and you were about to push off the couch in an effort to stand up before Jaehyun placed a gentle hand on your shoulder pushing you back down.

“Don’t try,” His smile widened, “You’re just going to fall over"

You only half registered his words and were repeating them over and over in your brain trying to make some sense of them.

"you’re going to…You’re going-…You’re going tooooooo….” your mind trailed off once again

During this time Jaehyun took it upon himself to sit down next to you. The dip in the sofa through your balance through a loop and you almost toppled onto the floor again, saved only by the wild flailing of your arms in the process. As you resituated your self cross-legged on the couch facing the man, all thoughts once again seemed to leave your head once again. Your mouth hung open the slightest bit trying to regain the thoughts that occupied your head moments ago. You raked your eyes up and down the smiling man grasping at straws of thought, and for the first time, you noticed the glass situated in his left hand.  He pushed the glass twords you.

“Here I think you’ll need this to get home tonight” The kind smile still not leaving his somewhat blurry face. It was only after his words did you realize how thirsty you were and how dry your lips are. you practically lunged for the drink, grabbing it with both hands to steady yourself and taking large gulps. The water was cool and gave some relief to your spinning head as you sat back, letting the half-full glass rest lazily on your leg. Your eyes filtered around the room once again before they came to rest on him as they always seemed to do.

“Taeyong,” seemed to be the only thought your brain could hold onto at the moment.

Even in the dark and smokey room, he glowed. There was a thin sheen of sweet on his body (It was very hot in the room) but to what would have been a surprise had your drunk brain realized it, he looked remarkably sober. Your eyes drifted in and out of focus once again vaguely in the direction of him.

Jaehyun turned to follow your gaze. When he saw the target his dimples pushed themselves forward into a smile before he shook his head and turned back to you, giving your dazed face a once over then pushing himself off the couch.

You noticed his actions for the first time after this sudden movement and adjusted your head to look up at him, frowning once again. An arm (Which turned out to be yours) lifted to grasp onto the man’s arm.

“Where?” was the only thing you could slur out at the moment.

“Just to walk around” He reasoned politely with your now drooping form. His words sounded distant and foggy, but you understood them none the less and nodded exaggeratedly before releasing your grip on his forearm.

Jaehyun turned to leave, leaving you in a similar position to before he arrived. The glass that he handed you was now empty and rolling smoothly from your hand onto the carpeted floor where it landed with a soft clunk.

You sat there for what seemed like hours but was likely only a few minutes. The shapes around you moved gently as the moments ticked by. Every breath you took seemed to hum in your whole body just as slow as the minuted ticked by. Your eyes slowly shut once again, mind trailing to and from the sounds of the people, and your breathing became heavier and heavier.

“hmm” your brain though.

“I’m sleeeeeepy” you drawl in your head.

Just as your mind was about to drift into something like sleep, your body was shifted once again by the couch dipping beside you. There was a buzzing in the front of your head as your eyes forced themselves open once again.

This time you had no problem focusing on the person before you, and the sour taste you felt earlier returned as well as your pout. It was Taeyong. He was looking at you with a scrutinizing gaze. Your face blushed as the heat began building in your body, as it always did when he looked at your for too long or too hard. Taeyongs eyebrow raised slightly at your expression. He reached out a hand. His warm palm landed on your already burning cheek. Your mind was swirling once again as if you took two more shots. It continued to swirl with indistinguishable thoughts as his mouth moved to form words. It took your brain several moments to realize he was speaking to you and you only caught the tail end of his sentence.

“-doing, baby?"

Confusion spread through your features once again, making it clear you had not understood his words. Taeyong didn’t seem to mind that as he didn’t repeat his words, only allowing his hand to fall to your jean-clad knee which was still cross-legged in front of you on the couch. Its heat radiated from the spot just as it did when it was on your face. Taeyong scooched closer to you and shifted his hand to the underside of your knee to extend the leg over his lap. Your body responded without your mind by heaving the other leg to rest over him as well.

His eyes shifted forward to face the room as his fingers began swirling figure eights over your leg. His touch was soothing the furrow on your brow as you relaxed slowly from his touch, your body sinking lower and lower into the couch.

The water Jaehyun gave you earlier seemed to be allowing glimpses of clarity in your head as for the first time you realized how late it must be getting. You were beginning to lull back into your drowsy state, with the added comfort of the soft touch on your leg. But it seemed Taeyong had different plans. However slow your mind was at the moment it took you no time at all to recognize the feeling of his hand sliding up your leg. You watched the hands journey and instinctively squeezed your legs together as his hand drifted up your body leaving a buzzing trail all the way. It came to rest at the top of your thigh, where your hip met the base of your leg. Your eyes finally snapped to his own where they still looked out into the somewhat crowded room. One finger tapped on the spot, wordlessly commanding you to allow him access to your core should he so desire.

Taeyong seemed to be toying with the idea of acting farther by rubbing his hand slowly from the outside of your leg to the inside of your thigh, one finger brushing repeatedly against the seam of your jeans that ran along your hot core, which twitched every time he did so. It was clear that he could feel the reaction your body gave him, and the smirk that made its way onto his lips was evidence enough. Taeyong, though he regularly asserted his "ownership” over you by leaving dark unmistakable marks on your neck and chest and bruises on your hips from his tight grip, was usually strongly against even sitting next to you in public, much less shove his hand down your pants. The tiny sober part of your brain spoke in a quiet voice in your head.

“Do you want Taeyong to finger you in front of all your friends?” Your mind went back and forth between the two options as his hand sank lower, coming to rest securely between your now slightly pulsing heated and your thigh, rubbing his pinky slightly up and down creating friction so close to where your body wanted it. He was waiting. Waiting for you to inevitably say or do something that would allow him to continue, solidifying that he had you in his grasp once again.

It was clear the turmoil in your head was causing you a lot of distress. It was clear he made up his mind about wanting this, to do whatever he was going to do here and now. But you were still on the fence, you would normally follow his lead no questions asked and a good part of you wanted to see where this was going. But nevertheless, the sober part of your brain seemed to be growing louder and louder with each passing second, playing his last words to you over and over in your head. How many of them were true? all if it? None of it? Which did you prefer? your head swam with there questions, going back and forth to many times to count.

Finally, it was clear to you which side had won. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. The room had finally come completely into focus, all of the noise and chatter returned to your ears. Pushing your self up with your hands you swung your legs away from him. The spot where his hand had been felt stingingly empty, but with your head now clear the only thought that occupied your head now was those moments a few nights before.

“you know what the best part is? It will fucking stay that way, cuz I know that right now you are just eating up all the attention I am giving you aren’t you, you pathetic bitch!”

You heard the small noise of surprise that escaped him as you pushed your self away from the couch. Taking the room with a new stride your located your target and moved to meet them. Jaehyun stood with a few friends talking causally. He turned to look at you when you reached the small pack where the conversation came to a pause.

“Hey, I understand if you don’t want to but I think I had a bit too much to drink and I don’t think I should go home alone, would you take me?” You asked with a plastered smile on your face. This honestly wasn’t true, you felt more awake and aware at this moment than you had in years, but walking around alone at night didn’t sound like fun. You know Jaehyun thought he was being subtle when his eyes flicked over to the man still sat on the couch, but you caught it none the less. They flicked back to you, gave you a once over, and then he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, sure. I was going to leave anyway.” He spoke in his usual powerful yet soft voice. You had a feeling this was a lie but now was not the time.

Jaehyun was the first to move, taking a step forward, placing a hand on your lower back as he passed, and lead you through the hazy room to the exit. The two of you maneuvered through the room and around furniture before landing at the front door. Jaehyun reached out and opened the door, wide enough for the both of you to step through. In those moments that the door closed behind you, you braved one last look at Taeyong who still sat dumbfounded on the couch.

“Not so pathetic now am I,” You thought triumphantly as the door clicked shut.

———–

That night that Jaehyun walked you home, would turn into many. And as the school year drew to a close and graduation approached you found yourself in a new relationship. The first stable one you have had since high school. Jaehyun, who was once best friends with Taeyong, seemed to have no problem leaving that part of your lives behind and neither did your friends. They all saw Jaehyun as a massive improvement in both temper and manner, and you had to say you agree. You still saw Taeyong from time to time, it’s not as if you didn’t still have many friends in common, but they were rarely extended longer than a quick glance in each other’s direction. It would be a lie to say that a part of you didn’t want to run to him, but then in those moments, Jaehyun would appear in your apartment carrying take out a rented movie and those thoughts would leave as quickly as they came.

Jaehyun was just better for you, his kisses were sweeter and his eyes kinder. Enough so that on the day of your graduation it was him that earned a hardy handshake from your father and a kiss on the cheek from your mother. At that point, you had only been dating him for a few months, but he seemed perfectly content appeasing your parent’s dreams for an ideal son in law.

And that was 4 years ago. You and Jaehyun had moved to New York not long after the end of your time in college, both of you only briefly spending the summer with your parents and saying your last goodbyes to your childhood homes. You don’t know why you choose to stay with Jaehyun during this time, but it leads you to your perfectly content life you have here today. You are now 26, engaged to the man who took you home those years ago, living in a decently sized apartment in a nice neighborhood, with a good job you have held for the past 2 years, and everything in your life was perfectly content.

Jaehyun had proposed earlier that year at the restaurant you went on your first night in New York, and though no plans have been made as of yet it has not stopped your mother from absolutely gushing over the two of you calling constantly to check up on “any possible new developments” As it happens, your parents love Jaehyun just as much as the day they met him face to face. Your heart warmed when you thought of your life, a wonderful man, a good job and a promising future in both. Job is best summarized as a traveling salesman for a larger company in the city. You spent the majority of your time at the office, making calls and setting up meetings with clients, but about 2 weekends a month you would fly out to a different part of the world to meet up with your clients and make sales. It really was the perfect job for you, as it rarely ever went wrong.

Accept for today, however. You had missed your initial arranged flight in business class and had to pay out of pocket to reach your destination in the least comfortable and most noisy part of the plane, and as your flight was to pairs, it wasn’t exactly a short ride. After arriving, very jetlagged and in need of a nice bed, your luggage was lost at the airport and you had to stay well into the night trying to find your things. After finally giving up on the search you made your way to the hotel, only to find that this particular hotel did not allow guests t check-in past 11 pm. (A stupid rule honestly) and you would have to wait till morning. With your phone on its last few percentages, and stranded in a foreign city you staggard your way into a small cramped bar at the end of a street, planning on finding a place to charge your phone enough to find a cheap motel for the night.

Your bones cracked as you landed yourself in a barstool and the end of the bar. the only things you had with you were the items in your carry on and a note from the front desk of the hotel on when to arrive the next morning to check-in. The cushion of the seat was soft and plushy but it did nothing to soothe the aching in your body. You cant speak french, so when the bartender approached you, you only gestured vaguely to the now-dead phone in your hands. It seems the round looking old man understood as pointed to an outlet at the end of the bar.

All of the stools around you were empty, so you felt comfortable enough to put your bag down to plug in your phone. It was after you saw your phone flash a blue blinking light did you allow yourself to relax onto the bar.  Yours propped your head up with your hand to look around the room. It was nice enough, seemed clean and no one looked suspicious. But despite these things you could help but feel restless. You continued to shift in your seat and glance around the room.

Soon the tinkling of the bell that signified the arrival of a new customer sounded. You looked up at the sound, but the figure who entered could not be seen through the small crowd of older men sitting by the door.  Your eyes drooped slightly and closed, finally feeling the weight of the day. A few seconds passed before a hand landed on yours.

Your eyes flung open as you yanked your hand away. After the initial shock, you looked to where your hand once lay, where the new one still sat waiting. The hand was eerily familiar.

No, there was no way.

Your eyes quickly followed the slope of the arm, up to the face that only visited you in your most private thoughts.

Taeyong stood before you.

He kept his eyes on your own as he lowered himself onto the stool next to you. His eyes bore into you, in the same way, they had before, and with the same intensity, they never seemed to shed. You still sat rigid in your seat, mouth hanging open slightly in surprise. Your eyes broke the stare when the flicked over to your phone that was still charging on the wooden bar. Your first reaction was to call Jaehyun, but your brain stopped itself before making the move. He would be asleep anyway. You looked back to Taeyong and allowed yourself to really see him for the first time.

It was his smell that hit you first and filled the air around you, and it clouded your other senses just as it always had done. He wasn’t the tallest man in the world, yet his commanding presence allowed him to loom over everyone no matter their height. It briefly occurred to you that you could just get up and leave, but it was this same domineering energy that enticed you to stay rooted in your seat. He was dressed nice, in a crisp button-down and slacks, and his hair was styled neatly to the side allowing his whole face to be visible in the dim lighting of the bar. And he glowed just as radiantly as always.

Whatever intensity that you were using to study his face, he was returning to you with equal vigor as his eyes raked down your figure several times.

Finally, he was the first to speak.

“How are you” he spoke, much more casually than the situation required. He turned to face the bartender and waved him down.

“Umm, Ok?” You forced out much too long after he asked the question.

“Good, good. I'mdoing well myself."

Taeyongs voice sounded like you were old friends catching up at a weekly brunch, and quite frankly it pissed you off. Who was he to sit down and act like you hadn’t seen him in years or that the memories were good ones?  You turned in your seat to face him with your whole body, one hand still plastered on the hardwood. You sat up a bit straighter.

"Wait a minute, hold on- what exactly are you doing?-” The words built-in force and volume as you continued. Taeyong, who never had any trouble reading you, placed a feather-light hand on your once again. Your hand twitched in response but did not pull away. You could feel the familiar heat he gave you start to burn in the places where his hand made contact. And yes, he succeeded in quieting you.

The bartender approached, spoke a few words in french to Taeyong, and to your great surprise Taeyong responded in french as well. Though you don’t know exactly what was said, it was easy to guess as the older man moved to begin making whatever Taeyong had ordered. He now turned his attention back to you and raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to continue.

And after a moment you followed the instruction. You took a deep breath and spoke,

“How are you here right now?” seemed to be the best way to phrase your confusion.

“I live here now,” He said plainly, as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How?” was what you went with next.

“Well, after graduation I got an internship at a global bank. After 3 years, they needed someone in Paris, so I came. And here I have been for the past year.” once again far too casual for your liking. you thought of asking what he was doing in this particular bar on this particular night before it occurred to you that bankers often worked strange hours.

“So you have been living in Paris for a year? And I am just now hearing about this?"

"Did you want to know?"

His words were heavy. Much heavier than their initial meaning, and he looked at you with a kind of genuine curiosity you had never seen in him before. The honest answer was kind of. At the beginning of your time in New York, you would often find your self wondering what became of Taeyong. You still spoke to many of the old friends you made in college and had subtly expressed this interest to those closest to you. You almost expected them to tell you if anything big happened to the man. Nevertheless, you shook your head no.

He gave you a look that simply said "You can’t lie to me” but he didn’t push the subject any further.

“So what have you been doing?” He asked back in his casual tone, taking a sip of one of the drinks the bartender had just places in front of the two of you. You were in no way here to get drunk but decided to sip on the drink nevertheless.  You stared straight forward, placing both hands on the bar as you responded.

“Um, working mostly. Here on business, you know?” You tried speaking in the same casual tone, but it sounded much to forced to be genuine.

“Right,” He responded. It sounded somewhat distracted. Out of curiosity you looked back at him and found him staring intently at your left hand, or at the ring would be a better way to put it. You don’t know why but you felt slightly embarrassed. You flushed a little and shifted your hand away from his gaze.  He seemed to finally realize he was staring and looked up to meet your eyes.

“So you are-"

"engaged, yeah”  It felt extremely wrong to let him say that word, so you beat him to it. He arches an eyebrow inquisitively and asked.

“To?”

You didn’t want to admit it. Your life in New York seemed so far away right now and the last thing you wanted was for Taeyong to be aware of it. Your head dropped to stare at the wood grain as you responded.

“Uhh, Jaehyun” You didn’t know what to expect from his reaction, so you spoke hesitantly and barely above a whisper.

“Ah”

There was a flash of something dark in his eyes, and for a second he looked much more like the man you knew back in college. But he did not seem to want to speak about it anymore. Instead, he took another deeper drink, and you followed suit. The two of you sat in a tension-filled silence for several minutes. The hum of noise from the bar patrons was not enough to drown off the thoughts racing through your head. You glanced up at Taeyong for a moment. He looked deep in thought, and it was this that made you noticed how different he was. He looked fuller, his eyes and cheeks looked less sunken in and his body a tad bit more toned than he was before, and most of all his glow was different. Before it was a red haze that made your heart race, and now it was a golden glow that stoped all thoughts. These differences would have been indistinguishable to the untrained eye, but you, who had spent so long gushing over every inch of him could spot them clear as day. You probably knew his face better then he knew it himself.

It was here that it occurred to you that you were likely a bit different as well, in what ways you did not know, but you had a suspicion he could point them out. Taeyong moved to speak and was only able to get the first few words out.

“Look, I-” The tone of his voice was enough to tell you what he was going to say, and it was too unlike him for your liking

“Taeyong please don’t apologize” You could explain why but you wanted those memories of him to be intact, and if he apologized it would change the way you saw those moments together. He looked taken aback but pressed on.

“I just want you to know, that you meant more to me back then than you will probably ever know.” He took another drink and looked straight ahead. You found this to be a hard revelation to follow.

“Funny way of showing it” you murmured more to yourself than to him. But he heard you nonetheless and followed up his previous words.

“I am aware that I was awful, and you won’t catch me making excuses for the way I acted. I was selfish and cruel to everyone in my life. I always wanted more than I had, even if I couldn’t stand the idea of losing something. I guess the best way to put it is that I wanted you to need me but I didn’t want to need you.”

His words were genuine, that you could tell. But you didn’t know if they made you feel any better. All they seemed to do was prove that you weren’t enough for him. This seemed to show on your face, and Taeyong was oh so good and reading you. He did not speak, he just reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. His warm fingers burned in comparison to the cold metal of your ring. But you could only seem to focus on the heat. His hand firmly grounded you in your place when your head felt like you were going to float away.

After a few more moments he lifted his hand just enough to gently circle his fingers over the back of your hand. The action felt so familiar. He always had a habit of “Petting” your, whether it is your hand or your face. You suppose this just proves he isn’t that different from back then after all. The things he did that made your heart ache for him remained the same.

His hand began ghosting it was up your arm, leaving a gentle buzz wherever he touched. Your heart fluttered, which it hasn’t done in a long time. Fuck. Why is it that he still had this power over you, even when he wasn’t trying. It wasn’t fair. You had always known that he would always have a place in your heart. But you never knew how large of a part it was until his hand moved onto your back rubbing it in circles. You leaned into his touch.

With his other hand, he finished the rest of his drink.

“Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” He asked, finally addressing how late it was.

“My hotel won’t let me check-in.” You replied distantly feeling the tickle of his hand. He looked conflicted for a moment then spoke.

“You can stay at my apartment for the night if you would like.”

You both knew what would happen if you said yes. There was no way it wouldn’t. You thought of Jaehyun, and how good he had been to you, and how he would feel if he knew that you had even seen Taeyong. You mulled it over for several minutes. But the soothing hand on your back somehow pushed all thoughts of your fiance from your mind.

Finally, you took one last swig from your drink.

“I would like that."

——-

it did not take long after that. Taeyong paid for the drinks, insisting after you pulled out your wallet. The two of you exited the bar, hand in hand which felt a tab bit too natural.

When you arrived in the apartment (a verrry nice apartment) there was very little pretending. You removed your shoes as he had done and waited for his command. At this point, you had submitted to the idea of needing him. He just filled you with a desire that no one else could. Taeyong reattached your hands and lead you over his shoulder, through the dark rooms. Every step forward left you with more and more anticipation, you needed this so much.

The door to his bedroom was pushed open. It was large and elegant. Beautiful furnishing and a soft glow emanated from the lamp next to his bed.  But you weren’t paying much attention to the room, instead, you were watching him. From the view of his back, you could tell just how much he wanted this too. He released your hand and continued to walk forward, rolling his shoulders as he did so. He is so beautiful, even when you couldn’t see his face. you felt a magnetic pull to him, leading your next actions. Taeyong moved onto his bed, he situated himself on in the middle, his back resting on the headboard. He looked at you so intently, so expectantly, as though he could see right through your clothes. Which, you had to remind yourself, he had seen you completely bare before, many times.

"Will you strip for me, baby?” He phrased it like a question, though there was no doubt you would do it. The only nickname was enough to bring your to your knees, but you stayed standing. He didn’t tell you to kneel. The first layer to come off was your sweater, which concealed the thin shirt you had on underneath. Next was the shirt itself which you did not hesitate to pull over your head.  You suddenly thought of the tattoo on your ribs, the one that had angered him so much before. Your breath hitched, not wanting him to leave you again. But he showed no sign of anger. Instead, his desire only grew in his eyes.

The bra you chose for the day was nothing special, just a plain pink color, but he looked at you like you are the only thing in the world. His eyes were hungry and needy, willing you to move faster. But his actions did not betray his composure, but you could see the outline of his dick starting to strain itself against his slacks. And if your brain was functioning properly you would have noticed how your mouth watered.  

“keep going Baby, its been so long since I’ve seen your body.” He cooed at you.

You unbuckled your pants and slid them down your legs and stepped out of them. You were dangerously close to throwing yourself at him but more than anything you wanted to obey. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your naked chest was now bare. The cold air nipped at your skin, causing your nipples to harden. You blushed a little dusting of pink, that only burned brighter at his next words.

“I wanna see your pussy baby” He remained, growing somewhat impatient. The words caused heat to flood to your core making it wetter and stickier than before. You hooked your finger into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His smirk grew into a wild smile and the sight of arousal glistening on your heat.  Taeyong used his finger to motion you onto the bed and you followed quickly. Your body was burning with both slight embarrassment and desire, but with your ruined panties still hanging from your finger you clambered onto the bed. You kneeled in front of his relaxed fully dressed figure. And though he was situated below you, you felt so small as his eyes raked up and down your body. His wicked smile never left his face as he reached out and took the soaked pink panties from your hand. He held them tightly in his hand and motioned you to straddle his waist. Which you did obediently. Your pussy was now resting directly on the tent in his slacks dampening the fabric. He groaned out slightly at the feeling.

“Your so wet Baby, your dripping on me. Who made you this wet baby.” He spoke in a coddling voice, as his hands came to rest on your naked hips, swirling from there down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze before trailing back to their original position, never letting go of your panties. You squeaked in response to the invading touch.

“Baby, that’s not an answer”

“It’s you,” you said in a small voice.

“Speak up baby, I can hear you” He teased. Rolling his sinful hips into yours. The rough surface of his pants rubbed against your clit and you nearly choked.

“It’s you Taeyong” you spoke with a little more force. This seemed to appease him.

“That’s right, me, not anyone else.” He spoke definitively. You knew what he meant. He was referring to Jaehyun, who is likely just waking up to go to work about now.

His words were eerily familiar. Your mind flashed back to the night when he first saw your tattoo and the screaming match that took place. He had spoken to you the same way. Possessive, reminding you who had all of your desire, who could make you feel better than anyone else and how much you needed him.

But you didn’t have time to think about that because Taeyong attached himself to your lips with his own pillowy ones. The sensation of kissing Taeyong was just as intoxicating as it always had been. He took the lead and pried open your mouth with his tongue. His hands firmed their grip on your waist, and the wet spot from your panties felt sticky against your side. His tongue slipped it’s way inside your mouth, exploring it in the way he had always done before. He even tasted the same.

Your mind was going cloudy as your mouths moved in sync. Just as you had found your rhythm Taeyong broke the kiss. He practically threw you onto your back and move to loom over you. You yelped loudly in surprise, but once again he did not give you time to react before folding your legs to your chest and holding them in place. His entire attention was focused on your glistening pussy, raking his eyes over it over and over again. He leaned back only long enough to set your panties down at the top of the bed, before returning to the previous position. Using one had to keep your legs in place he used the other to brush over the sticky surface, which twitches at the touch.

“Aw, baby, look how pretty your little cunt is.” He remarked before sliding his middle finger into your hole. You moaned loudly, not expecting the feeling of being entered so soon. The juices from your arousal eased his way as he pumped the finger in and out.

“Still so tight to, when was the last time anyone fucked your right?” He asked, but did not expect an answer through the moans as he dived into your core, his tongue finding its purchase on your swollen clit. You squirmed violently in his grip, keening and mewling all the while.

“Too long apparently” He mused coming away from your cunt just long enough to say the words, before diving back in swirling his tongue around your folds, his finger still pumping quickly letting more juices flow. In those brief moments, you could see his face, it was already dripping with your arousal making his lips look plumper than before if possible.

He continued the ministration with intensity, adding another finger into your hole, and occasionally nibbling slightly at your flesh. You practically screaming yourself hoarse as time went on. You were so aroused you could feel the juice the wasn’t lapped up by Taeyongs Tounge drip onto the bedcovers below you.

’“You’re making such a mess” He growled into your core. The vibrations from his words traveled into and up your body, causing you to latch your hands into his hair. Without breaking his stride Taeyong momentarily released your legs only long enough to detach your hands from his hair and hold them by the wrist together, then using the same arm hold your legs back in position.  The slight discomfort was nothing compared to the burning in your tummy, which was knotting itself tightly waiting to come undone.

“Tae-” you were going to inform him in your now hoarse voice that you were going to cum any minute, however, he beat you to the punch once again.

“Trust me, baby, I know"

of course, he did.

Your movements were now much more restricted but you could only writhe when he pushed a third long finger into you stretching the limits of your cunt. He continued to suck on your bud harshly, but it was the feeling of the three fingers moving inside you at a deliberate pace, pushing against your walls oh so deliciously that caused the knot in your stomach to snap.  You came hard, your entire body convulsed as Taeyongs finger pumped you through the feeling, drawing out the waves of pleasure radiating from your pussy. Your eyes squeezed shut as you cried out in a broken voice.

To soon the feeling passed. You lay there damn near lifeless, but that didn’t stop Taeyong from lapping up all of the arousal from your cunt, which twitched in sensitivity every time his tongue made contact. You involuntarily moved away from his mouth, but he wouldn’t let you move until he had lapped up every last drop. Finally, he gave you the relief of moving away. The tightness you had been holding finally releasing. You opened your eyes just enough to see him lean back on his heels and slip each glistening finger into his mouth, one by one, and suck them clean. You burned with embarrassment and tried to hide your face, but you had nowhere to hide with your hands still being restricted. Finally, he looked directly into your flushed face and gave you a lopsided smile, his face still covered in a sticky gleam.

"Sorry baby, you just taste so good.”

After his words, he finally released you from his arms. Your legs were a little sore, but you couldn’t care less. You were exhausted enough to fall asleep where you lay, but of course, Taeyong wouldn’t allow that.

Finally, Taeyong unbuttoned his shirt and threw it away. You were so transfixed by him. He was just so god damn beautiful and looked radiant in the dim light. You were so busy staring you barely noticed him undo his pants and pull his dick out his boxers. It looked painfully hard and red, and you moved to sit up to take it in your hand, but you were pushed back down.  Taeyong pumped his dick a few times, spreading the precum down his length making it shine.

“Ah, ah, ah Baby. No time for that, I need to remind you how it feels to be fuck by someone who knows what they are doing.” The subtle jab did not go unnoticed. But fuck if you thought about it for more than a second with the anticipation of being filled up, rose in you once again.  Taeyong pushed your legs up once again, and though your joints protested you did not.

He gave his dick one more pump, before leaning over you and lining himself up with your entrance. He leaned especially close into your ear, speaking into the shell of it and whispered.

“Do you want me, Baby? Want me to fuck you like you deserve"

The words flooded your aching heat with arousal once again.

"Yes please, fill me up Tae, please” the last word came out more like a whisper than anything, but he heard you nonetheless. And he did not need to be told twice. In one powerful thrust, he pushed all the way into you. You didn’t have to voice to cry out but instead released a sicking mewl.

“Fuck” was the only thing that came out of his mouth before he pulled out and repeated the action. Slowly he built up a steady pace. It was not as fast or rough as you expected, but more of a steady deep movement, but it left you breathless nonetheless. Every single movement stretched your walls, and you would feel every inch of him moving in and out. It was blissful. You could have stayed like that forever. But the need for release was growing in you with every thrust. It seemed like Taeyong agreed, picking up the pace and angling himself to hit the special spot inside you with every thrust.

Now you were keening with every thrust, releasing a whimper every time. in your current position, you couldn’t move to meet his thrust but you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, which he didn’t seem to mind. The weight of his body was heavy on yours, and you could feel the muscles in his shoulders tighten beneath your fingers.

“aw, baby, you feel so fucking good. You like the way I fuck you?” he asked in your ear. You only moaned in response, trying your hardest to stay composed. but that didn’t last long when Taeyongs hand came down to rub circles into your swollen and abused clit. It hurt, but in such a pleasurable way. You threw your head back.

“You gonna cum already baby?” he asked, the rasp you recognized so well returning to his voice.

“yes,  gonna cum…..” was all that you could force out. Your stomach was clenched so tight you felt like your pussy was trying to keep his cock inside you. You felt so good and full.

“Its ok baby, you can cum” He punctuated his statement with a particularly hard thrust that reached deep inside you.

And not long after you felt yourself unravel for a second time, only this time it lasted much longer. The waves of pleasure didn’t stop coming as he milked the feeling of your walls clenching and pulsing around him. His cock was throbbing too, just as much as your walls.

“Aw, baby you feel- feel so fucking good"

those were his last words before releasing inside you. You could feel the oversensitivity seeping in and you could hear the cum squelching out of you as he rode out his own orgasm before pulling out.

You both lay there panting for a bit, holding onto the moments before one of you would move. This time you did it first, pushing yourself up onto your arms and looking at the heavenly sweat coated man laying on top of you. Taeyong took one last deep breath before pushing himself up as well. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on your temple before speaking.

"let’s get cleaned up.”

The drew you a bath and helped relaxed your aching body. When you were clean it was him that dressed you in your discarded shirt on the floor.

That night you fell asleep in his bed, with his naked back pressed firmly against yours, and his arms wrapped tightly around your body.

In the morning you awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. You heard his gentle breathing in your ear, still, sound asleep. The clock on the nightstand read 7:24. You were expected to check into your hotel in an hour. You looked down at yourself as you sat up. The ring on your finger glinted mockingly, sighing you got to your feet. You would rather not be here for the inevitable conversation when he wakes up.

You moved quickly around the room, gathering your things and dressing yourself fully. There was one problem, you couldn’t find your underwear. After searching for a few more minutes and a scare from Taeyongs stirring you gave up on the idea of getting them back and left.

Going back to the life that you turned your back on that night.

[thevirtualcanvas]

Steven’s Lament

Just a little fic inspired by @taikova ‘s illustration of Steven lying in bed. So please enjoy C:

12:46

Maybe a cup of green tea would help?

1:32

Alright. Two cups.

3:12

Three cups, stargazing, phone scrolling and staring up at the ceiling and – nothing. He knew he was exhausted, he knew he should sleep. But what was the point? It's not like he had any responsibilities any more, or any friends thanks to his latest gem-related screw-up.

The back-light of his phone seeped through his covers, bouncing off his gem and reflected a soft pink light into his room. Pink. It was his entire problem. The tarpaulin that covered the front of his broken house rustled in the sea breeze; mixing with the sounds of Lion's snoring, it was driving Steven crazy. Though a lot of things did these days. He tapped his fingers against his chest and groaned, he should just get up. Lying in bed was pointless. Maybe he could go sleep with Lion for old times sake, or he could throw his head in Lion's mane and just be done with it?

Yikes. That was a dark thought.

Steven threw back the covers with a heavy arm, swung his legs around, and sat upright facing his sliding door. The gems hadn't spoken to him in days, well, more specifically, he'd avoided them. He'd let them orchestrate the rebuilding work with Bismuth and her team and kept out of the way. He couldn't stand to look them in the eyes, all those awful things he'd said and Cactus Steven had told them everything – each dark and personal thought and worst of all at the time, he'd meant it.

He rubbed at his tired eyes and played with the phone in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the screen. Steven yearned to talk to someone and no one. Pearl had sent his Dad over the day before as he'd sat in the greenhouse atop the warp pad, sulking. But he couldn't tell him how he felt, how could his Dad possibly understand? In the end, he brushed his Dad off with a half-assed smile. I'm fine, it's just Gem stuff.

Greg Universe sighed, looked at his son, more worried for him than he'd even been (even when he had been kidnapped by home-world gems and oh boy did some hair fall out then) and said,

“Stuball. Gem stuff or not, just know we all love you, and when you're ready to talk, we're ready to listen.”

Why did his Dad sound like him? When did everyone else start to take his job? He helped, Steven Universe, helper of the galaxy. Capable of solving anyone's problems. Except for his own.

“Fuckkkkk.” It slipped from his lips, reactionary. Lined with utter frustration and barely an utterance but he surprised even himself. He remembered that time Pearl went mental at Amethyst for using it in the temple around him. Amethyst simply shrugged, winked at Steven and told him to save for it a special occasion. Was the end of himself as he knew it a justifiable special occasion?

A tempestuous snore from Lion pulled him from his thoughts, yup, he needed to leave his room. Taking his phone with him, Steven dragged himself to the greenhouse. Bismuth hadn't started work in there yet, and a massive hole graced the peak of the dome. He'd cleared up the shattered glass, and floated up to cover the top in plastic, just in case it rained, apart from that the room remained the same. He'd even left the cardboard box he'd kept Cactus Steven prisoner in exactly where he'd thrown it, a monument to his own failure. Pale moonlight danced across the petals and leaves of each flower in the room. The warp pad hummed in the center giving off its own soft glow, waiting on standby for Steven to use it.

“Hey everyone,” he laughed with insincerity to his home-grown friends. Of course, they didn't respond, they were just plants. The real versions of his friends were out doing amazing things; Steven had done his amazing, now he was stuck, stagnant in Beach City. “Hey, Connie, how are you doing, smarty?” Steven walked over to the delicate blue flower, it's violet petals almost seemed to shine brighter in this light. His fingers caressed the underside of the velvet-soft flower and it made him miss the real Connie even more.

“I've messed-up, Con,” he told her as he sat crossed-legged on the floor underneath the flower pot. “I've done and said some terrible things recently and every time I do all I can think about is her...”

The plant sat silently, almost as if it were listening.

“I'm so angry – all of the time. I'm doing things and finding out things about my gem self that I never knew I could do and I don't know if I want to... because the more I do, the more I become like – ” Steven paused. Throat closing, eyes threatening to tear. He was scared. Not that he'd turn into his Mom; Rose Quartz had spent thousands of years repenting and paying for her actions, but Pink? She'd done so much damage, ruined so many lives including that of a son she'd never know she'd have. “I don't want to be Pink Diamond, Connie. She was selfish, destructive and so out of control! I don't want anyone to look at me and see her anymore!”

Pink Diamond took his childhood. Pink Diamond took his identity. Pink took everything.

Purple petals turned pink and with a gasp, Steven realised he was losing it. He could see his reflection on the glossy floor and it terrified him. Pink. Eyes. Hair. Skin. Everything was glowing pink. The colour made him sick.

“See?” He sobbed. “There I go again. Turning into her. The one thing they all hate above everything else.”

Large tears stung as they fell down his face, his body shook as he pulled it as close as he could. “And you know what, Connie,” he laughed to himself almost manically. “I hate her too.”

Steven howled, months of pent-up anger and rage, flowing freely as big pink tears.  He shook and shook, holding himself tight, wishing someone else was. The plants, the tables and the gardening equipment rattled around him. The power that sat within him, poured out, raw and emotional. It wasn't sharp, like The Reef, or purposeful, like his fight with Jasper. His power lamented, wrapped sorrow around every living thing, and forced his emotions through it. Flower Connie wilted, but he didn't even notice; too busy drowning in guilt and a host of other negative emotions he was allowing himself to feel.

Steven didn't notice anything. Not the ambivalent roar of Lion. Nor the sound of a portal opening up. The urgent steps. Or the greenhouse door opening with a hiss.

“Steven!”

Steven turned to the sound of his name – shocked by the owner and relieved all at once. “Connie?! What are you doing here?” He hiccuped between the tears.

Connie was there. The real Connie, not the plant version he'd been speaking to for months. Stood in the doorway in her pajamas, looking at him. Hair ruffled, cheeks rosy from running so hard and a dressing gown haphazardly slung over her shoulders. Lion was behind her, whining and nudging the base of her back, urging her forward. Connie rushed across the greenhouse, throwing herself at him, joining him in his pity party on the floor. She launched herself; landing in a mess of limbs, tangling her arms around his neck, burying her head in the crux of his shoulder, pressing the rest of her as close as to him as possible. They'd never concerned themselves with personal space in the entire time they'd known each other, she wasn't going to start now. Not when he needed her.

“Why didn't you call?”

Connie. His Connie. She was really here, warm and bright, He buried his nose into her dark hair, pink hands coiling into the thick strands, the cool scent of lavender and juniper filled his nostrils.

“I didn't want to bother you,” he whispered feeling the sweet heat of her lips against his neck as she spoke.

“Steven,” she spoke sternly, but with an undeniable love, just like her mother. “You could never bother me.” Connie pulled herself back to look at him, on her knees between his thighs, and hands cupping his still round cheeks. Rich eyes drew him in, oh how he'd missed seeing her face. “You can talk to me about anything. Or cry. Sit in silence. You even have a temper tantrum if you need to. Just don't keep me out. I've missed you, Jam bud.”

Above him, plant Connie's petals rustled, springing back to life. Steven could feel the pink fading as real Connie took his hands in hers; they were so warm, and small – but he loved them. He loved her.

“I'm sorry Lion woke you up,” he apologised as he pried his back of the floor and sat up.

She squeezed his chunky hands, and rubbed the back of them with the pads of her thumbs. “I'm not. I couldn't sleep anyway. Something felt off – now I know what it was.”

He cringed, embarrassed by the outburst, and the way his Gem powers amplified every emotion he had. “I wish you hadn't seen that...”

Connie scowled at him. “I'm glad I did – you don't need to hide anything from me. I'm not here to judge you, I'm here because my best friend in the whole galaxy needs help.”  

Steven bit his lip. “But what about your parents, aren't they going to be upset you're gone?”

“I think Lion gave the game away. I have my phone, my Mom knows where I am.”

“But what about school?”

“It's fine.”

“I don't want to take you away from your work Connie, you've been working so hard!”

“Steven –”

“We need to get you home! There's still a couple of hours until sunrise and I – ”

“Steven!” Connie shouted and then took a breath, bringing their hands to her lips. “I'm fine. It's the weekend, we're going to look after you. You've spent so long looking after everyone else, you don't know how to take care of yourself. C'mon, let's get out of the greenhouse and go to bed.”

As she brought him to his feet, Steven realised how right Connie was. Without other people's problems, Steven only had his own, and he couldn't cope with that. His legacy, his history, his Mom, it was defining him in a way that sat wrong and made him feel awful. Every moment you love yourself, that's me, loving you. Well he didn't, right now hated himself, what he felt like he was becoming, what he felt like he was lacking. He had two worlds and he didn't fit in either of them; everyone changed despite him. What was he going to do?

Connie led him by the hand slowly, taking their time as they took the wooden boardwalk back round the house. Seagulls had already begun to rise, cawing out into the cove as the inky night began to give way to a new dawn. As they entered Steven's room, Lion was lying at the base of the bed pretending to be asleep. He gave Steven and Connie a delighted chirp as he bed down, pink tail waggling in demure happiness. Steven noted mentally that he'd drive out to the supermarket to get Lion some ice-cream later as a thank you. Connie sorted out the covers and led him by the hand into his side of the bed while she settled next to him on the other.

“Connie...” Steven trailed off, looking at her as she pulled the covers over them. She hummed in response, once again taking one of his hands in hers. “Thanks, for coming over. I've missed you too. “

She gave him a smile, and if he was feeling himself it would have left him weak at the knees. Now, broken and confused, it made him feel safe and loved. “I'll be here whenever I can Steven, although next time, maybe give me a call first?” He nodded, yeah, that was fair. Lion huffed over the edge of the bed, he thought he'd been helpful. Wasn't his fault Lion's couldn't use phones. “Sorry, Lion you were great,” she said with a coo. “And let's not tell my Mom I stayed in your bed, again.”

“I should maybe get you your own bed,” he thought out loud. “Don't want Dr.Maheswaren to get annoyed.”

Connie wriggled over, planted a kiss on his brow with the lightest of touches and laughed. “Steven, that's sweet but I'm perfectly happy here, with you. Besides, what my Mom doesn't know won't hurt her. Now get some rest, we'll talk more tomorrow.”

His head felt warm and fuzzy, it did every time she kissed him, he couldn't help but crack a smile. He suddenly felt overcome with fatigue, between Connie next to him and Lion at his feet, Steven had felt more comfortable than he had in weeks. This might not fix his problems, but with Connie's support, he could get the ball rolling, apologise to the gems – and his Dad for starters. He had a lot to apologise for.

“Connie,” Steven said with a yawn. “Thanks for being the jam to my biscuit.”

“Thanks for being the biscuit to my jam, Steven,” she said with a sleepy smile as he squeezed her hand.

Lion yawned, his mouth opening wide, tongue curling inside his maw.

“Goodnight Lion!” They both said in unison and drifted off into an easy sleep.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Thigh riding Erik.

The autum rain splashed the side of the curb, wetting your canvas sneakers. Rainy days in San Fansisco were your favorite days. It was the smell and the cool breeze that followed. Drenched from head to toe, you jog up the small flight of stairs to his apartment complex. Once you were secure inside, you allow the revolving door swish past you, your back pressed firmly to the wall next to a series of mail boxes belonging to the many residents.

He was on the 8th floor.

Apartment 8B.

He had the best apartment on that floor. Spacious, wide windows, not much furniture but very urban and artistic like you liked.

You take both of your hands, stroking back your wet box braids before shivering slightly. The AC was blasting in that hallway. All of you was drenched, your light weight cropped spaghetti strapped shirt colored white exposing your hardened nipples and areolas. Catching a final breath, you walk across from you to the elevators, pressing the ascending button. You waited, eyes looking about you and hair dripping onto your lower back. The soft ding of the elevator caught your lingering eyes, stepping one foot forward swiftly, followed by the other before encasing yourself fully within that freight elevator. You close the gate, pressing the 8th floor button and allowing the old elevator to move upward. You look to the ceiling, bouncing back and forth on your heels.

The higher you went, the more you anticipated this moment. He’d been gone for a very long time and you wondered if he would ever return. The phone call that sent chills down your spine this morning was exactly what you needed. His smooth deep voice called out your name. You could have sworn your heart stopped circulating. He didn’t forget about you. How could he? You were his favorite. He showed you things...things that you never dreamed of.

Daring. He lived on edge. You missed when he would pick you up while he was driving his motorcycle. How could you forget the time he took you to the tallest building in the city at night to watch the city bustle down below. You watched him walk on the edge like a dare devil. He even took you up there. In that moment you forgot how afraid of heights you were. It’s because you were with him.

Oh... the way he talked to you. If a man ever told you to shut up, any other man besides him, there would be hellfire. But when he told you to shut up with that slight grin, you melted, you sassed him and made him mad on purpose so he could reprimand you and give you that angry dick that you always craved. Or even the way he would instruct you in the bedroom. His words were so encouraging and his tongue and dick were so generous. He had you having withdraws when you were alone.

The slow elevator comes to a screeching halt, the grip on you cross body bag tightening. Reaching out you open the elevator door, stepping out and into the hall. There, just ahead, was his place. He was expecting you. You walk forward without hesitation, reaching out to knock on the painted black door only for it to creek open. A small smile graces your luscious lips, hand pushing it fully open for you to enter. Once there, you spot him straight ahead, leaning against one of his wide windows that overlooked the city. He wore a black wife beater, his fathers ring still hanging from the gold Cuban link chain around his neck. The Fresh scars littering his body and the scruff to his hair made him look even more intimidating, even more like Killmonger. The black cargo pants and boots finished the look, leaving you speechless.

“My dangerous man is back,” you walk over to him slowly, dropping your bag. The sexy look in your eyes had him smiling down at you softly. It was soft but you knew he wanted to eat you alive. That was the Jaguar in him. The moment you stepped within his space, he picks you up, taking both of your legs himself to wrap around his waist. He turns you quickly, slamming your back against the glass. You wince before his lips encased yours, his large hands squeezing and gripping you everywhere.

“Erik,” You accept his rough kisses from your lips down to your throat. He grunts in response.

“Erik, say something,” you whisper between moans.

“Mhm,” he simply says, the deepened sound of it vibrating against your chest.

“Mhm, what?” You ask, grabbing the sides of his face to make him look at you, “Mhm, what? You miss me?”

His hard eyes look over your face before kissing you deeply, his tongue down your throat. He stops, taking a breath, “what you think? Stop asking stupid fucking questions.”

“But,” you pause when his teeth bit down on your lower lip, “I want you to tell me you miss me. I’ve missed you, baby.”

Erik strokes your cheek with his finger. His lips peck your lips, after each peck he would look into your eyes with intensity. Now his tongue licked your tongue. He then sucked on your tongue, the taste of him making your mouth water. Erik bites his lip before gripping your jaw, kissing you passionately again, showing you more than telling you that he misses you. He removed his lips from yours, his face with dreads framing his forehead looking at you. The side of his mouth twitches faintly before a sly grin surfaces.

“I missed the fuck outta you when I was away. So bad that I don’t wanna waste that shit talking.”

Before you knew it he had you fully in his arms now, carrying you over to his couch. The infamous couch. So many things happened here you were suprised it was still standing proudly. He places you within his lap, grinding up against you while his hands gripped your ass from behind. All while kissing, he moves you up and down. You brace yourself by holding onto the couch, gripping it so tight your nails almost ripped the black leather. He gives both your ass cheeks a hard slap, bringing his hands to your braids. He hyper extended your head, his lips and tongue attacking your neck.

This motivated you to arch your back and grind on his thigh. You move your hips harshly, his hand in your hair tilting your head down at him. His hungry eyes watch as you move your hips, his eyebrows pinched together with arousal.

“Fuck,” he grabs your ass, helping you out, “Baby girl, you thigh riding Daddy?” He asks with a tilt of his head. You bit your lip as the wetness against your panties lubricated your clit.

“Baby girl,” he takes in a sharp breath.

Erik takes his hands, undoing his pants. This caused you to lift from him briefly, helping him out as you pull them all the way down and to his ankles. Next was his briefs. This you did slowly so you could remind yourself of all the dick you would be taking all day and night. The thing you craved for jerked out of its confinement, hard and just as beautiful as before. You caught your lip within your mouth to fight the automatic drool.

“Fuck, Daddy.” You hop back into his lap, “I missed this, you had me missing you like crazy.”

The moment you sat within his lap you began to undress yourself. You pull your thin shirt over your head, exposing your full breasts to his primal eyes. Like a magnet he grabs a hand full of warmth and soft flesh, twirling your nipples. You lift to your knees, pulling your panties and skirt off. Erik gazes at your full naked brown body, his rough hands jiggling you’re ass. Like you never left, you start grinding on his thigh again, your now wet pussy rubbing against the muscles in his thigh. Erik purposely flexes his thigh muscles to give you more friction. You close your eyes in ecstasy, opening your legs wider to grind on him. With a roll of your hips you moan and whimper at the feeling of your hard wet clit circulating over his skin.

“Damn, that shit feel so good I just might squirt on this mother fucking leg,” you stroke his dick, leaning forward to lick his face, “stroke this fucking dick Daddy?”

“Shit, you know what to do,” he bites his lip, “get used to that big dick cuz I’m filling you up with all of that.”

“Mmm,” you continue to grind, the sounds of your pussy and the smell of your arousal turning you both on, “ahhh, so damn good.”

Erik places his hands on your hips, helping you out. Damn, your pussy was leaking on this man’s leg. Who knew thigh riding could make you just as wet as getting fucked in the pussy.

“You creaming on my leg, Baby girl?” Erik grabs your hips harder, lifting you up to see your mess, “Yes that ass is, damn you nasty bitch.” He takes his fingers, scooping up some of your wetness before placing them within his mouth.

He lowers your hips, both hands on your ass as he forcefully grinds you against his leg.

“I wanna be nasty and cum all over you like this.” You moan in his ear, “fucking make me cum on you like this...”

Your belly grows tight, thighs trembling. The stream of moans echoed within Erik’s ear, your hand jerking him faster and faster. The more you jerked, the stiffer he became.

“Ah, Erik, yessss, ff-fuckkkkk.” You shake, bouncing on his thigh until you leaked all over him, wetting the couch as well. Erik jiggles you’re ass through your orgasm, telling you how proud he was of you and how you were Daddy’s good fucking girl.

“Such a good girl,” he kisses you, “now be a good girl a fuck Daddy dick.”

You don’t hesitate, positioning yourself on your top toes since the dick went deeper that way for you. Erik rubs your clit, watching you lower yourself over him. You stop half way, bouncing slightly and clenching him up.

“Ooooo, shit,” you close your eyes with a shake of your head, “This dick belongs to me.”

“Then sit all the way on your dick then,” He grabs your hips with his wet hands, “You want me to help?”

You nod your head while biting your lip, bracing yourself as he slams you down, his dick so deep it tickled your cervix.

“OH! YES!” You push at his chest, taking in a sharp breath, “Yeah, Daddy.”

“There you go,” he slaps your ass since he loved it so much, “Such a good fucking girl, be a big girl for Daddy...I know it’s been a minute.”

[basilgrimbitch]

Day Two: Swap

Normal high school AU where Baz is new to Simon’s English class but Penny is the one that gets assigned a seat next to Baz. Aka English nerds in love.

Words: 3457

Note: this is unedited and super rushed but its something!

No warnings apart from a lot of swearing. Enjoy!

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SIMON

“Alright so I posted the seating plan on the class page, did everyone get a chance to see it?”

While everyone scrambles to look at their laptops, I’ve already seen Ms. Possibelf’s seating plan and can I just say… What. The. Fuck. She’s sat me across the room from Penny (honestly fair since we never get any work done) next to some random girl named Trixie; she seems nice enough but so bloody boring. How am I supposed to make it through a whole year of English without Penny? I can hear the complaints layering up in the tiny classroom and I can see the teacher ignoring every single one of them. I don’t think I’ll bother asking for a change. Though, maybe she’ll listen to Penny?

I nudge Penny’s arm, I guess she’s already seen the seating plan too because she makes no effort to look at her laptop and moves towards her assigned seat.

“Surely the fuck not?” I don’t bother whispering.

“I think you mean surely the fuck yes. I’m not failing this semester because you want to tell me a gross story about your arms smelling like Cheetos mid class.” I’m smirking and she looks like she’ll bite my head off. That makes me smile more.

“That was once!”

“It still happened, and I’d rather hear about your smelly limbs at lunch time - or better yet, never.”

We’re cut off by Ms. Possibelf starting the class, or at least trying to.

“You should’ve all written a draft of your persuasive orals over the holidays, now you must refine them and prepare a final copy. These will be presented in two days.”

Okay as much as I’m a clown in English, I’m actually decent at it. I’ve already written and edited my script, so I really have nothing to do. I sit in my seat and glance at Penny, it looks like she’s done too. I’m fairly sure she’s playing fire boy and water girl, she’s playing both parts (because I’m not there) and she’s taking up the entire table, her desk mate looks so uncomfortable squashed into a corner. Who is he, by the way? The name on the roll was Tyrannus, what the fuck kind of name is that? So pretentious.

I open up Instagram on my laptop and text Penny.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Simon Snow [10:04]: who is heeeeeee

Penelope Bunce [10:04]: who?

Simon Snow [10:04]: the guy ur sat next to whats his name?????

Penelope Bunce [10:05]: got a bit of crush huh :0

Simon Snow [10:05]: oh fk off I haven’t even seen his face,,, whats his name??

Penelope Bunce [10:06]: he said to call him baz

Simon Snow [10:07]: hmm weird but cool name

Simon Snow [10:07]: what schools he frm?

Penelope Bunce [10:07]: idk do ur work Si

Penny stops typing, she looks me in the eyes then turns to speak to Baz, shutting her laptop. That’s such an odd name, right?

They talk, she’s laughing, he’s just sitting there so composed. He doesn’t look bored exactly, just that he’s better than seeming overly excited. Dickhead it is then.

Even though I think I’ve already decided I hate him, I don’t stop looking at them. He’s got long hair, its black and loose just above his shoulder, his skin is this gorgeous caramel that doesn’t need tanning and his eyes, they’re so grey a mix of green and blue I think and – fuck. We’re making eye-contact, not in like oh oops, more like oh shit why is this guy staring at me. He must think I’m a fucking creep. Shit.

It’s not like I care though, he probably thinks he’s better than everyone in this room anyway. But he’s just smiling at me? Fuck that’s a good smile. I think I’m smiling back, I can’t help it. He turns back to speak to Penny, they seem like they’re in deep discussion about something, I wonder what? And suddenly, I catch myself wishing I was her. Um, what?

The rest of the period flies by. Too quick, I think, not that I need more time to work, I just kind of wish… whatever.

Penny, as per bloody usual, is taking her precious time packing her stuff away. I walk up to her table, hyper aware of Baz’s presence there,

“Planning on leaving anytime soon?” I ask, trying to seem as nonchalant as can be, but my eyes keep glancing to him. I think Penny must’ve picked up on it because then she says, all smug,

“But then you wouldn’t get to meet Baz,” she gestures to Baz, who’s raising his eyebrow and smiling a little against his better judgement I think, then she gestures to me and then back again, “Baz, Simon. Simon, Baz. There we go.” He’s full on smiling now. Fuck, how can someone be so pretty?

“So nice to meet you, I’m Baz Pitch.” He puts his hand out for me to shake it – that’s so proper. I’m not even convinced he’s 17. He’s so calm and put together, these are not words you use to describe a 17 year old guy.

“H-hey, yeah, Simon.” Of course, I trip over my words, I’ve always struggled with that but I’m also really fucking nervous for some reason.

“Do you wanna have lunch with us, Baz?” Penny’s throwing her bag over her shoulder, looking at me like she knows what she’s doing to me and then back to Baz with genuine eyes. Penny doesn’t usually get on with people like that, that’s why we’ve been friends for so long, she really doesn’t have other options (not like I do either).

“That’d be nice.” He says, the corner of his mouth inching up, giving his cool exterior away. He’s not a pretentious git, is he? He’s just a boy on his first day of school; that’s fucking daunting.

We walk out the classroom – finally – and Baz starts telling us about himself and his old school. Mainly just answering Penny’s questions. Does he have siblings? Yeah, four half siblings. How come he moved schools? dad moves a lot for business. Oh, is he going to be moving again? Probably not until after high school, by then I could move out anyway.

I’m not usually this quiet. Usually I’m more social than Penny. I don’t know what’s come over me, I wish I could be her right now.

Lunch happens, Baz doesn’t really eat. Not like I was watching him. Well he was sat right in front of me and I just noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. Surely that’s normal.

I finally ask Baz what other classes he’s taking; other than English we don’t share any classes and then I let myself say, “that sucks.” But only because its normal, its not flirting. You can want a friend to be in your class. Penny still looks at me anyway.

But then he says, “I’ll just have to look forward to English,” and my heart melts.

______

I try not to think about Baz right now, in bed, but I am anyway, and I remember him telling me his full name; so naturally I’m suddenly typing it into the Instagram search bar. Aha! He’s not on private, thank the gods of social media.

I start scrolling through his feed, careful not to tap anything of course. There are a few photos of him alone, they’re gorgeous; he dresses so nice. Penny says I can’t dress myself. In one photo from a month ago he’s in this incredible suit, taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom that looks nicer than my whole house. His hair is slicked back (I think I prefer it loose – still so bloody fit though) and his cheekbones are so defined, he’s got that same face he had when we first met today – eyebrows raised, little bit a smirk, beautiful eyes.

I scroll down to the next photo, this one is different. It’s not a hot mirror selfie, its him carrying a little girl – his little sister? – on his shoulders looking up at her with a smile, a real big smile. He’s dressed a bit more casual too, still nicer than anything I own though it’s just jeans and a black button down. I keep coming back to the jeans. How can someone look so good in jeans?

I scroll through a few more photos, some with friends, some more of just him and a few of books he’s reading or places he’s visited. I feel like I know him a little bit better now – less in a stalkerish way more in a… well I can’t think of the write word. I can never think of the write word.

My phone vibrates all of a sudden and I literally drop my phone, so I don’t accidently like anything.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [23:13]: up thinking bout prince charming?

Simon Snow [23:14]: shut up

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: don’t blame u he’s v cute.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: And smart.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: you have my blessing

Simon Snow [23:15]: bugger off,, as if he’s even into guys

Simon Snow [23:15]: I was literally such an idiot today he probs doesn’t even wanna be my friend

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: AHA SO U ADMIT IT

Simon Snow [23:16]: did I even have to

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: ofc not. For what its worth I think u have a shot.

Simon Snow [23:17]: sureeeee

Simon Snow [23:17]: fuckkkkk im gonna be so dead tomorrow,, gn love u

I turn my phone off, pull my glasses off chucking them somewhere I probably won’t find them tomorrow and roll over to fall asleep.

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We’ve got English first period today. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for English, but then I remember I don’t even get to sit next to him.

I walk into class and he’s already in there, we make eye-contact – way less awkward than yesterday – and he gives me a nod. Its friendly, it’s nice, it’s already a bit familiar. I give him a little wave with my right hand below the books I’m carrying but then I’m nearly dropping then, and my laptop starts sliding through my arms. It’s a shit show and it’s too early in the morning to embarrass myself, but I don’t get a say do I? As a say good bye to my laptop that is threatening to smash in the ground any second now – and any possibility for anything with Baz – I hear a chair scraping at the floor then not being pushed in. Suddenly, Baz’s hand is on my shoulder; the other grabbing my laptop that’s basically just resting on my belt buckle at this point. I beg myself not to blush, not now.

Baz is laughing. We’ve – he’s – saved my laptop and now he’s carrying it and my books; he insisted I was not to be trusted.

“Alright, special delivery all the way to your seat. You sure you’re okay Snow?” He’s using my last name because he thinks it’s ‘such a waste to not make use of such an iconic surname’. I like the way it sounds on his lips. I think I just like his lips and anything after is automatically perfect. Perfect.

He taps my shoulder, “you okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah yeah, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep very much last night.” That’s not a lie.

Baz nods and says he’s gonna go get started on the work, I watch him walk away. The school trousers, they’re no jeans but he looks good in everything.

I try to do some work, making cue cards for my presentation, but I keep letting myself look over to Baz. Penny just caught me and stuck her tongue out.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:31]: ur staring

Simon Snow [08:32]: am not,, go away

I go back to working on my cue cards after making a show of shutting my laptop in front of Penny. I get through two more cards before I see a pair of shoes approaching my table. I look up and sure enough its prince charming – I mean Baz. He clears his throat and says,

“I hear you’re good at English”

“There’s no way Penny said that,” I laugh.

“True, she said ‘he thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ But I take it for good reason.” He smiles while doing air quotes, I smile back at him because I can’t help myself.

“Well, I definitely don’t suck.”

“Good. Do you mind reading over my script, please? I feel like it needs a little bit of editing.” He hands over his laptop, “don’t drop this one okay?” he chuckles.

I honestly don’t know how to act around him. I’m the epitome of those ‘act normal’ memes. He hands me his laptop and I start reading. His presentation is on single use plastics and it is so well written, he definitely doesn’t need my help. My neck is getting warm and I hope I’m not blushing at a script on environmentalism just because it was written by a hot guy. That’s pathetic.

But he’s not just a hot guy, is he? He’s smart – so smart – and he’s so kind even if you wouldn’t think so; when he helped me with my books today, I couldn’t help but think back to that photo of him with his sister, so much warmth and kindness expertly hidden under a cool and calm facade. I get to the end of his conclusion and look up in awe but he’s standing just behind me leaning forward waiting for my response. That explains the warmth I was feeling.

Baz doesn’t seem like the kind that would ever doubt himself but if you could see him now, you’d think he cared about what everyone thought about everything; and maybe he does, maybe he just hides it really well.

“Baz.” I make eye-contact with him, finally on purpose, “this… its incredible. I don’t even know why you’d ask for feedback. Your arguments are excellent, and your use of inductive reasoning is really fitting.”

His face lights up, a kind of innocent smile creeps up on his face and for the first time I think I want to kiss him. But even more so, I want to be responsible for more of those smiles. “Really?”

“It’s perfect.”

I look away because I don’t want him to see me blush. Penny is looking straight at us, she gives me one of her reassuring smiles.

______

It’s been two weeks of school; all my classes suck but it’s our last year and soon enough we’ll miss it. At least that’s what Penny keeps saying, Baz agrees with her.

Baz has been spending more time with us; we hang out at lunch time, he’s joined us for frozen cokes a few times in the past few hot days. It’s nice. I can actually talk to him now too.

He’s so smart, smarter than I had thought. He’s not just academically smart, he knows more than just surface level knowledge. Yesterday, on our walk to English he was talking about some article he read on the relationship between sleep deprivation and blood alcohol concentration just for fun. Though its nerdy and just a bit lame, the way his eyes light up when he talks about things he cares about, I’d listen to the summary of a thousand dumb articles to see that again.

Right now, Baz isn’t here though, and all my brain can do is think about him.

“Pennyyyy!” she’s lying on my bed while I do my art homework on the floor, she always comes home with me on Tuesdays, I don’t know when that started.

“Si, I already said no like three times.”

“Why not? Do you not love me?” I asked her to swap seats with me in English. I just wanna sit next to Baz, I can say I need extra help or something.

“I love you of course but I don’t want Baz to think I’m avoiding him, and I certainly don’t want Ms. P to fail me for disobeying her one rule.”

“Just please.” I give her my best puppy eyes and pouty face, “I fink I’m in wuv,” I say mockingly. She

throws an old stuffed toy in my face. I guess that’s a no.

______  

The next day I see Baz at the school gates, he’s holding a cup of coffee and his hair is up in a bun today. Flawless.

“Fancy seeing you here,” how can he look so perfect at eight in the morning. I don’t even feel awake yet.

Baz bumps my shoulder with his and we start walking to our lockers. We talk about the English reading we were set, we’re reading Lord of the Flies and Baz is going on about how he and Penny think the book would be drastically different if it had female characters.

“Golding said he didn’t add girls to avoid sex being a subject.” I say, and Baz just looks at me with his eyebrow raised. I call this the signature Baz look now.

“Oh, come on, as if every single kid on that island was straight.” I choke on nothing for a second. Baz and I have never talked about relationships or sex or sexuality. It’s not really a matter of discussion I guess but hearing him acknowledge the idea of guys being together, I don’t know, it gives me hope. That makes no sense obviously, he’s taking about characters from an English novel not himself and really its more an act of Baz’s resistance than it is a nod to gay rights or whatever. But, still, it gives me hope.

“True,” is all I manage to get out.

We get to English extra early after home room, and I start making my way to my seat. Ever since Baz started hanging out with us outside of class, English is back to being plain and boring, nothing special. So, with my shoulders slumped I mutter a goodbye to Baz as I walk to opposite way to my seat but then I feel something on my hand. Oh my god, its his hand. Its Baz’s hand. On my hand. Pulling me towards him. Its not especially romantic or anything. But its something!

“Hey! Swap seats with Penny, come sit next to me today,” surely this is a dream, I must’ve hit my head. “I need your uhhh help with the essay.” Baz doesn’t help, he just discussed key themes of the novel for breakfast. I feel it again, lingering in my chest, hope. “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” he says a bit quieter now, trying to seem as cool as possible. How Baz of him. Fuck I still haven’t said anything.

“What no no, I want to. I’m just not sure what Ms. Possibelf will say; or worse, Penny.” He pulls at my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“What? Scared Snow?”

“We’re not in Harry Potter, Baz.”

“True. I’m wayyy better looking than Draco Malfoy and you wouldn’t be a very good chosen one. The worst chosen one who’s ever been chosen.”

I hear myself saying, “what so I’m not more better looking than Harry Potter?” Is this flirting? He squeezes my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“You needed me to point that out? I thought it was a given. You’re well fit, Simon.” Simon. Hope.

I hum in response and with one final tug at my hand, he lets it go. I follow him (I’d follow him anywhere).

“Sit, I won’t bite,” He grins at me.

“Yeah but Penny will,” she better not ruin this for me. For us. I sit next to Baz and we start working on our essays. He doesn’t ask for help once.

Penny walks into class, glances at her seat, sees us and walks to my – her – seat next to Trixie.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:14]: u win. Enjoy!

I can’t tell if that’s sarcastic or not.

Baz notices I’ve changed my window to Instagram DMs and nudges me, “how come you don’t follow me?”

“Huh, I don’t know? What’s your user name?” As if I don’t know.

Baz grabs my laptop, “I’ll just type it in.” I let him because I’m lazy and I like watching him type but then he clicks on the search bar and has the biggest grin on his face. Fuck. He can see my search history, “looks like you already know it.” How could I forget about that?

I must look mortified because he places his hand on mine. Second time today. “It’s all good. I already have yours too.”

Hope.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Hey, Love your BallumSex cannons. Can you do some more with Top Callum and Bottom Ben. Some where Ben can't believe how big Callum is. And them being really kinky about it Thank you :)

Hmm I can see like size kink but idk how much other kink will come into this (but rest assured I have at least 2 other kinky Ballum asks in my inbox so it will be done.  :D

(Headcanons under the assumption all the did was jerk each other off and very quick blowjob in the park because it makes it more interesting here.)

Objectively Ben knew Callum was big that night in the park.  

Like, the thing felt HEAVY in his hand.

But it was dark and heated and fast and dirty and the most he got out of it was trying to wrap his lips around it.

Of course Callum had come, not embarrassingly fast, but fast enough Ben didn’t nearly have enough time to really process what his dick felt like, tasted like, smelled like, and just how big it truly was.

When they’re finally together he gets his chance, they’re kissing on the couch, somehow lazy and heated.

“Callum your arm is digging into my hip.”

Ben looks at his boyfriend and he sees him blush, then feels two hands grab his ass.

“That’s not your arm is it...” Ben says, gulping as Callum shakes his head, clearly a bit shy still.

Ben drops his head to Callum’s chest and groans, sends out a thanks to whatever god deemed him worthy of a boyfriend that was both as nice as Callum was, and blessed with a humongous cock.

Ben’s a size queen, so sue him he knows what he likes.

He’s had guys that were big before, a nice 7 or 8 inches, once even a 9 inch bloke from India that made Ben act like a little bitch in heat over his prick.

But Callum, he doesn’t know if his brain is going to turn to mush as he stares at it through Callum’s slacks.

His hand comes over it and strokes him through the pants, making Callum moan almost as much as Ben does.

His hands shake as he undoes the zipper and pulls Callum’s pants down around his thighs, watching that massive cock spring free.

Ben���s just, in awe of it’s size.

Callum is by far bigger than any man he’s been with before, for fucks sake he’s bigger than some porn stars he’s watched in his favorite category (big cock, obvi)

“You alright?”

“Yes just, bloody hell Callum, you’ve got a monster between your legs...”

Callum gets shy at that, blushing.  “Is it too big?  I know Whit said before that it was, uh, scary.”

Ben reaches out and grabs hold of Callum’s cock, whining when he realizes that his hand just barely wraps around it fully, if it were any thicker his fingers would just barely reach.

“Callum, I need you to understand that you have the prettiest, hugest, most mouthwatering cock I’ve ever seen in my life and if I don’t suck it and ride it right this moment I think I might actually die.”

Callum blushes deeper at that, but he seems happy that Ben isn’t scared off by his size.

Ben wonders how Callum is going to react when he has someone that truly enjoys that size for all its worth.

“Ok, fuck this, off the couch, out of the clothes, I need you on the bed for this.”

Callum complies and when Ben’s sitting over his boyfriend on the bed once more he reaches for his edible lube (because of course he has that) and starts slathering it on Callum’s hard cock.

He holds the base steady and that’s when it hits him.  He takes his other hand and places it above that hand on the shaft.  

There’s still more cock even with both his hands on the shaft.

“Fucking shit...”

Ben can’t control himself any longer and dives in, taking what’s left in his mouth and sucking like a man possessed.

He hears Callum gasping and moaning, and it’s so incredibly hot, but what’s crazier is that he can tell he’s got at least a good 4 inches in his mouth before his lips touch his hand.

For a moment Ben thinks he might actually cry.

He just starts going to town sucking Callum off, using both hands (Both hands!!!) to jerk his boyfriend off fully.

“Fuck, Ben, that feels amazing...”

Ben doesn’t say that his mouth is literally watering and would have been more than enough to lube Callum’s cock alone.

He sucks to the head, lips gathering the foreskin and tugging it, even getting a bit risky and gently, very gently, grabbing it with his teeth which makes Callum moan harder.

After that he slowly pulls the foreskin back and works on the head.

His hole twitches at the thought of taking this inside him, his mouth is having a bit of a go trying to get it to fit.

If he has to buy a dildo training kit to work up to taking every glorious inch of his boyfriend he will, he’s going to get all of that inside him.

Stopping for a moment he moves up to kiss Callum, wanting to reassure him that this isn’t just about his massive cock, evne if his brain is kind of hyperfocusing on that aspect right now.

Ben’s never worried about his own size, mostly becaue he’s a power bottom, but he’s got a respecteble 7 inches or so, but next to Callum’s massive manhood even he looks tiny.

“Callum, Cal, I need you to know, I want to ride you til I drain every last drop out of those huge balls (because Callum’s got some grapefruits on him too), but it might take a bit because you are just, bloody insanely large.  But I like it, I really, really like it, ok?”

Callum nods, kissing Ben and smiling.  “Glad you aren’t freaked out.”

“Callum if you knew gay men better you’d understand how funny that question is.  But yes, I love you, and I love this cock.”

Ben goes back to blowing Callum after they kiss for a bit, but he grabs the lube again and begins to finger himself.

It’s been a while since he’s had a good fuck, especially anything close to Callum’s size, but he’s a trooper and he wants it really really bad.

After a while of trying to get the angle right he concedes he could use some help.

Besides Callum’s hands are frankly massive as well and he’s pretty sure a few of those fingers will do more to open him than his own, evne if they’re less skilled.

So he flips around, wagging his ass in his boyfriend’s face as he keeps sucking his cock.

“Mind a little help?”

Callum lubes up his fingers, surprised at the pleasant smell of the lube (”It’s strawberry”) and starts to work on Ben’s ass.

Ben’s moans are muffled by having that fat prick in his mouth, but it’s still enough to make Callum even harder, cock leaking directly onto Ben’s tongue with more precum.

By the time Callum has three fingers sliding nicely into his lover, Ben has managed to get about halfway to three quarters of Callum down his throat.

Even with having no gag reflex its tough, and the position isn’t right, but Ben promises himself he’s going to start training with some dildos for his mouth to if he has to, he just wants to be able to have all of Callum in him.

Ben breaks away, thankful for the reprieve as his jaw was beginning to hurt, and moves up to kiss Callum as he lubes his cock  again.

“Should I, uh, you know, get on top?” Callum asks, earnest and uncertain.

“Normally, I’d say sure, but with this big boy,” Ben chuckles as he strokes Callum’s cock, “I think I need to be in control.”

Callum nods dutifully and Ben moves back, rocking his ass on Callum’s dick, letting it slide between his cheeks so that both the shaft and his hole are completely covered in lube.

He’s going to have to change these sheets first thing in the morning.

“Can you just, hold the base so it’s steady, right?” Ben asks, arching up on his knees.

Callum does as asked, using his other hand to help Ben steady some, or maybe just an excuse to touch him.

Ben moves against the blunt head of Callum’s cock and groans, feels it stretching him just to take that.

“Fuck, fuckkkkk,” Ben moans as he keeps pressing until finally the head pops past his tight ring.

he can feel his hole stretched taut, muscles trying to close but unable to thanks to the girth keeping him open.

Ben hears Callum hiss in pleasure and he slaps a hand on his chest.

“Just, gimme a minute to adjust, shit...”

“Just take it slow, we don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want.”

“I want, I very much bloody want Callum.”

“Okay, I just don’t want ya getting hurt.”

“Trust me, I know my limits.  I’m not taking it all tonight, by far.  I gotta work up to that.  So lucky you, I’m gonna need a lot of practice.”

They both laugh at that, smiling and kissing as Ben adjusts to the intrusion.

Over the next five or ten minutes Ben slowly works more of Callum’s impressive length inside him, until he’s about halfway.

“Halfway, yeah?  Fuck, that name was more apt than I thought.”

Callum rolls his eyes at that, giving Ben a little pat on the bum too.

“Ok, I think this is about all I can take, roll over?”

They exchange positons, Callum over Ben now, still inside him, the movement making them both moan.

“OK, ok, take your hand and put it here,” Ben says, making Callum grab his own dick about two inches from where it’s lodged in Ben.

“Just, keep your hand there and you can fuck me, with that much of your dick.  I can take that much right now, just, try not to do any more than that okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“If it’s too much I’ll stop you.  Just, trust me Callum.”

Callum does, and he bends down to lay a kiss on Ben’s lips before drawing back out and going back in.

Ben’s so incredibly tight that Callum can barely stand it.

Callum is so incredibly large that Ben thinks he might cum on the spot.

The strokes are slow and measured, cautious, but Ben’s thankful for it because he feels split open on every thrust.

The burn is intense, but with Callum’s girth he can’t help but drag over Ben’s prostate with every thrust in and out which offsets it all with bursts of white hot pleasure.

Ben loses time for a while, the pleasure and stretch and the feel of Callum’s hand on his hip to ground him swirling together.

Callum is careful never to go past the limit Ben set, evne as he speeds up, his own hunger growing.

“I think I got a hang of where the limit is.  I’m gonna take off my hand okay?”

Ben barely evne hears him but he nods.

Callum starts really plowing him then, but he’s not getting more than he had before, just faster, harder.

Ben’s eyes roll up into the back of his head as Callum really doesn’t even need skill at this point, he just has to press into Ben and he’s a moaning, mewling mess.

A low whine breaks from Ben’s throat, turning into a high pitched Keen as Callum lifts his ankles over his shoudlers and really starts hitting him deep.

“More, gimme more.  I wwant that big fucking cock Callum!”

“No Ben, you said to be cautious.  You aren’t taking all of me tonight.”

“PLease, I need ti fuck!”

“No.”

Ben is begging for it like a cockslut after that, almost crying for Callum to give him all of it, but Callum never does, and later Ben will be thankful for that since he’d be wrecked if he tried to take it all tonight.

So lost in pleasure is Ben that he doesn’t evne notice his orgasm sneaking up, only that his own pleasure is building higher and higher.

Callum’ groaning and grunting and the sunds and the feel and all of it just becomes too much and Ben is coming untouched, screaming as the orgasm rocks his body.

His hole is practically convulsing, but it’s so filled by Callum it can’t barely move, which seems to create a feedback loop of sensations that drives the orgams on longer, milking Callums’ cock.

“Fuck, Ben!” Callum spills over then, the pressure on his cock too much as he pumps Ben full.

They both collapse after that, a tangled mess of limbs, sweaty and sticky bodies clinging together as they try to catch their breath.

Its about five minutes before either of them can speak, but finally Ben manages “I feel like I’ve been impaled.”

There’s a soft laugh after it though so Callum doesn’t worry too much.

“Was it...  good for ya?” Callum asks, still out of breath.

Ben turns to Callum with slightly glazed eyes.  “If it were any better I think I might have passed on.  I’d be in one of those pine boxes of yours tomorrow.  Here lies Ben Mitchell, fucked to death by Callum Highway’s massive fucking prick.”

“Shut up!”  Callum shoves Ben playfully.

“Ben’s entire insides had been rearranged by that monster cock.  Reports say Mr. Highway was arrested for smuggling a lethal weapon in his pants.”

Callum hides his face, laughing more than he has in years, feeling lighter and better than he has either.

And Ben, Ben feels so fucked out that hes not sure he can work tomorrow.

He might not evne be able to walk

“Seriously, they should knight your cock Callum, for services to the country.”

“It’s only serving one man now.”

“I will gladly be the sheathe for your blade good knight, the throne for your-”

“Ben, shut up.”

Ben smiles, kisses Callum.  He can get used to this.

[mypersonalrambling]

Study buddy Alex Andersen lowkey wanting to be friends with benefits but doesn’t wanna creep you out or come off too strong and ruin a good friendship but you run into each other at a party and make out then your next study sesh things get even more heated😍😉

Tonight was was one of the only days you didn’t spend studying with Alex. You sat next to him on the first day of class, quickly hitting it off and exchanging numbers. He’d never been anything more than a friend and study buddy.

You thought he was one of the most attractive men on campus. Some days it was difficult to focus on studying when he was sitting so close to you could smell the spearmint gum he’s chewing.

Alex never showed a interest in being more than friends. He was always respectful, giving you plenty of space. Most people would have tried to use the situation to their advantage but not Alex.

Your friend invited you to one of the biggest parties of the year. It was a tradition, everyone met at Alpha Phi Alpha’s fraternity house. The school official seemingly turned a blind eye to the event, letting the tradition keep going as long as nothing terrible happened.

You decided to get dolled up for tonight. A new outfit, makeup, hair all done. You felt like a completely different person. Usually you kept things causal or at most business causal, this was college after all.

Thankfully, there was a group of you going together which made things seem less intimidating. That was until you actually arrived at the party. The yard was already full of people, it looked as if the house was at capacity.

As soon as you walked towards the house, you started to see people from most of your classes except the one person you wanted see.

The later the party went on the less inhibitions you maintained. People were handing you drinks left and right, you drank them without care. It wasn’t your brightest moment but you were having fun.

Suddenly all the alcohol you’d drank rushed to your bladder. The house was large enough to cause confusion or at least when you were this intoxicated. You stumbled around until a hand wrapped around your arm. “Hey, I didn’t know you’d be here,” Alex’s smooth voice overwhelmed your senses.

“Yeah, my friend invited me and I thought it’d be fun,” you said or at least thought you’d said. Alex turned his face to the side, opening and closing his mouth a few times before a what slipped out.

“I really need to pee.” You push your way past him to only reveal you were back at your starting point. “Fuck where is it.”

“Babe, let me help you. I know where the bathroom is.” Alex put his arm around your hips, an instant warmth spread through your body. Your inebriated self threw caution to the wind, wrapping both arms around him, making it difficult to walk. “Someone’s feeling frisky tonight.”

You let out an mhm hmm, maneuvering yourself as close as possible. You were grateful to see the bathroom was open when you arrived. You quickly stumbled in forgetting to even shut the door. You fumbled with the buttons of your pants, who the fuck designed these things, they were like a chastity belt. You tried to pull them down without unbuttoning however they were too tight, “Fuckkkkk.”

You were close to crying and pissing your pants. “Can I help?” Alex was standing in the doorway, concern washing over his face. He must of took your pouting for a yes because next thing you knew his fingers expertly I did your pants. “If you need anything else, I’ll be outside the door.”

A feeling of relief came over you when you sat down on the toilet. The struggle with your pants didn’t subside when trying to re-button them. Alex either sensed your struggle or you were making a lot of noise because not long after he knocked in the door, opening just enough to see you standing by the sink.

He didn’t ask this time, he reached down to button them. “You really are wasted aren’t you? C’mon follow me.” He led you upstairs to an empty bedroom. Once inside, he locked the door which in a usual circumstance would have caused panic but not with Alex. “Lie here for a bit, I’m gonna go grab some water and ibuprofen.”

He handed the pills to you, making sure you took them without issue. All the alcohol made you tired, barely able to keep your eyes open. Not remembering falling asleep, you awoke with arms wrapped around you. A panic set in, did you sleep with a random person? You tried shifting without alerting the other person, unfortunately it didn’t work.

“Trying to sneak away after I took care of you. How rude.” Alex’s voice went a wave of relief over you.

“I...ugh my head hurts. Well I didn’t know who would be on the other end of the arms. Wanted to avoid an uncomfortable situation. Where are we?”

“In one of the bedrooms in the frat house. I didn’t think you’d make it too far as shit faced as you were. You couldn’t even button your pants. I had to help.”

“Ahhhh,” you turned until your head was in a pillow, “I can’t believe I got that drunk. That’s so embarrassing.”

“A little, but I didn’t mind. Kinda nice seeing you outside of our study sessions. You actually do know how to have fun,” he expressed, dripping with sarcasm, accompanied by pokes in the side.

“Heyyyy, stop that,” you whined, “Where’s the bathroom again? I need to wash up. Also what time is it?”

“The bathroom is down the hall to the left and it’s...4:23am. Be careful, there’s probably some straggle partiers.” You shuffled to the door, peaking your head out. When you saw it was safe, you headed towards the bathroom.

You dug through the bathroom searching for anything to help with your breath. Finally you found mouthwash and luckily for you it wasn’t even open. Even better you found mini throw away toothbrushes.

After brushing your teeth, you headed back to the bedroom hoping Alex was still there. You couldn’t help becoming a little excited that he was still there. You climb back into bed he instinctively wrapped his arms around you. “Where there many people still up?”

“No I heard a few rustling around but it seems most have left or are asleep. Alex, thank you for bringing me up here. I guess I don’t know how to control myself.”

“You’re welcome. I wanted to make sure you didn’t end up in any trouble. You never know what others are capable of. I would never let myself live it down if something happened to my favorite study buddy,” his voice was laced with sleep.

You didn’t know if you still had courage from the alcohol or if you were finally tired of being scared all the time but you roll over so you were laying on top of him. He no longer appeared tired, the sleep disappearing from his face. Before he had a chance to say anything, your lips were on his.

Alex’s body became stiff then melted into yours. His lips relaxed, moving perfectly in sync with yours. Your hands were placed flat against his chest, his resting on your hips, giving gentle squeezed periodically.

When the two of you came up for air, you froze. What had you done? What if he wasn’t into you as more than a study buddy? He has been drinking, maybe you were taking advantage of him? When your body caught up to your brain, you jumped off him and the bed, scurrying our the door like an animal with its tail between their legs. You could hear him hollering your name.

The next day you skipped your classes to hungover to concentrate. You hadn’t heard from Alex since last night, well this morning. Today was a usual study session but you weren’t sure he was going to show after last night, not that you would blame him if he didn’t.

You felt slightly better after taking a shower and taking more ibuprofen. You’d already messaged everyone from you classes to see what you missed except for Alex. The closer it became to when Alex was due to arrive your stomach was in knots.

It was half an hour after he was usually arrived. Shit, he isn’t coming. He must be dismayed about the previous nights events. You typed, re-types a message to him five times, still not brave enough to send it. A soft knock on the door startled you from the battle in your head. You opened the door to reveal Alex, “Hey, sorry I’m late. Can I come in?”

You moved allowing him to enter. He took a seat on your bed, leaving the desk chair across the room for you. The two of you sat in silence, both unsure if you should bring up last night. “So, uhh...here’s what you missed in class.” He slid over his notes for you to copy.

The air in the room was thick with tension. Before you were able to say anything else blurted, “What happened last night? Well this morning, you just ran off. Was it the alcohol? Did you change your mind?”

“No, I just...ugh. I got in my head. I thought maybe you were drunk and I was taking advantage of you. That maybe you didn’t like me for anything other than a study partner. I psyched myself out.”

“You couldn’t tell by the way I kissed you back that I wanted you. YN, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time but I thought you wouldn’t want more.” He took a deep breath and swiftly pulled you out of the chair, crashing his lips against yours.

Awkwardly you made it until you were lying on top of him on the bed. Alex was more aggressive, his hands roaming unable to decide where to put them. Yours were locked in his hair.

Alex and you were in sync, attempting to take the others clothes off. It didn’t take long before clothes were thrown across the room, long forgotten. He flipped you over so he could be in control. He attached his lips to you neck, sucking, biting not caring it was going to leave a mark.

Alex took his time, leaving marks down your torso. You don’t think there was one part his didn’t touch. Warmth spread through your entire body. “Please, Alex...” you pleaded. He knew exactly what you wanted, not even taking a mere split second to shift so he was hovering above you.

He thrust his entire length in, giving you little time to adjust. His pace was quick, precise, the only sound was skin against skin. Alex was pushing to your limit, a leg thrown over his shoulder giving him access to become deeper.

One hand was digging into your hips, the other resting beside your head. “Oh fuck Alex,” other expletives too jumbled make sense left your lips. He moved the hand resting by your head to your bundle of nerves. He started by gently teasing, barely using any pressure then progressed until you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.

Breathy moans escaped your lips, just trying to reach that pivotal high. One particular hard stroke sent you gushing over, your body spasmed, clenching hard around him. Alex never let up the pace, fucking through your orgasm. It wasn’t too long after you felt spurts of him inside of you.

He didn’t move right away, letting both of you catch your breath. “That was...”

“Amazing,” He finished for you. “You aren’t going to run away again are you?” A smirk on his face.

“I should just for that comment,” you retorted. He rolled to the side so he could face you. “I’m sorry Alex. I shouldn’t have run off yesterday. I just didn’t know how you felt.”

“Well for one I spent most of the night taking care of you. That should have been your first clue. Doesn’t matter now though. I must say this is the best study session I’ve ever had.”

You agreed before deciding you best at least get dressed before your roommate arrived. You didn’t think they would appreciate seeing the two of you naked. From then on out it was less about studying and more about who could have the most orgasms; you always won.

[itsme690]

Perfect

Its finally here! @ramimalekspice and I have been working so hard to well...Give the people what they want! 

Warnings: SMUT

"Are you almost ready to go?" I asked Rami. We were just about ready to go to my cousins wedding. I was dressed in a floral pink lace embroidered sling dress with pink heels. I was waiting for Rami to come out so we could get going. I stood up and straightened my dress when I heard the bathroom door open. His eyes widened the moment he came around the corner.

"Wow." He looked me up and down. "Spin around." I spun around on my heels, letting him see all of me. He was dressed in his black suit and the shade of his pink tie matched my dress perfectly.

"I hope thats a good 'wow'." I was always self-conscious, but he always knew how to make me feel good about myself. He took my hands in his and pulled me in for a quick kiss. "You look very handsome!"

"You look stunning babe!" I smiled again at his compliment and grabbed my purse. "So good I think we should just skip the wedding entirely so I can get you out of that dress already." He winked, his hands wandered up the front of my dress.

"Rami!" I giggled when his mouth nuzzled my neck. "You know we can't bail." He bit the patch of skin right behind my earlobe causing me to gasp. "Uh Rami! Later!" His deep grunt shook my bones.

"Okayyyy..I'll meet you downstairs, I just need to make a quick phone call." I raised an eyebrow, questioning him. "Don't worry love, it's a surprise for you and your cousin." He reassured me that it was alright, just a little wedding gift he wanted to give.

The ceremony was outdoors with a view of a wide lake and large mountains off in the distance. The sky was a mix of pink and orange as the sun set beautifully behind the peaks. The center aisle had lit lanterns leading down to where my cousin and her finace stood and spoke their vows.

"Someday I like to think that'll be us up there.." Rami leaned in and whispered to me. It was the first time he's ever said anything like that before so it kind of took me by surprise. I turned my head to see him looking at me with love filled eyes. He placed his hand on top of mine, rubbing soft circles into my skin. Everyone 'awwed' and 'ooohed' during their first kiss as a married couple.

It was nearing the end of the cocktail hour, everyone had gathered outside to watch the beautiful sunset across the lake. I sat on the short grass, next to Rami, as he wrapped his blazer round me and pulled me in tight to his chest. He kissed my forehead gently and trickled his fingers up and down my arm, I moved my arm that was leant uncomfortably behind him so that I could lean on his lap. As I did so, my elbow hit against his crotch hard, he quickly let go and grabbed his manhood.

"Fuckkkkk, fuckkkk, oh myyy Godddd, babyy!" He screeched, trying his best not to draw attention to his pain whilst surrounded by my family. I naturally placed my hands on his and gasped.

"I am so sorry! Rami! I didn't mean to!" I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close to me as I kissed his head. He started to giggle through the pain and released his grip on his penis, he wrapped me back in a hug. I was so busy concentrating on making sure he was okay that I completely forgot my hand was still placed on his now growing arousal. He started to laugh more into my shoulder as he lightly bit down, "what's wrong with you? You crazy man!" I burst out laughing too.

"Look down" he whispered in my ear. I looked down at my hand and saw his semi. I gasped and quickly lifted my hand to my mouth to cover my reaction but he quickly grabbed my wrist and put my hand back where he wanted it.

"Rami! You're like a horny teenager! You need to snap out of it, we are in the middle of a bloody field, surrounded by my family!" I protested, starting to sound more serious. He looked me in the eyes, a 'have pity on me, you did just elbow me in the dick' kind of look. I started to laugh again.

He leant back over to my ear, "you do owe me now though."  His slow, sensual, deep voice made an instant heat wave grow from my face to my core, I shivered at the sexual tension I was suddenly feeling. I quickly looked around, luckily everyone was occupied with the sunset.

We were now ushered into the reception dining room. Warm purple tones lit the white walls while large chandeliers dangled from the high ceilings. Round tables with white cloths scattered across the room, circling around a big platformed dance floor. The DJ played soft romantic tunes as the guests found their seats. Once everyone was settled, the DJ announced the wedding party. They all danced their way in to "Get the Party Started", clearly all very intoxicated. My cousin and her husband made their way through the crowded room and found their sweetheart table on the edge of the dance floor. We finished up our dinners when Rami received another phone call.

"I've got to take this, I'll be right back." He got up and took his call to the hallway. I used this time to go talk to my cousin about where shes going on her honeymoon. We were interrupted when the DJ called for the bride and groom to make their way to the center of the room to share their first dance as Mr and Mrs. Just then Rami reappeared behind me.

"Everything okay?" I asked. He nodded and pointed to the DJ booth. Thats when I saw Ed Sheeran taking a microphone from him. "YOU DIDN'T!" I elbowed him. He was smiling from ear to ear. "The phone call from earlier..?" He nodded. "The phone call just now...?" He nodded again.

"I heard that we have a very special couple here tonight, I was invited to come and sing for their first dance." Eds voice echoed through the room. My cousin looked at Rami and me on the verge of crying. Her husband took her in his arms and began to sway to Eds voice. "I found a love for me, darling just dive right in, and follow my lead." he sang. Rami snaked his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, humming along as we watched their first dance. They walked over to us and thanked Rami profusely for the kind gesture. A moment later Ed spoke again, inviting all the couples to the dance floor. "When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet.." Rami took my hand in his and wrapped his arm around my waist. I rested my arm around his neck and he pulled me in close to his body.

"You didn't have to do this.." I let my head fall against his chest.

"I know I didn't. Your cousin is like a sister to you. She deserves the ultimate wedding gift." He held me tighter. "Besides,I'd really like to consider her a cousin-in-law." I picked my head up and looked at him. "Y/n, I really love you so much..." There was an unfamiliar twinkle in his eye.

"Don't you dare, this make-up isn't waterproof! And you know just how long it took me--" Rami pressed his index finger on my lips.

"Shhhh." He wiped away a single tear that fell from my eyes. "I don't want to live my life like this anymore." He stopped our sway and bent down on one knee, taking my hands in his. "Y/n, I love you to the moon and back. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I've known since the day we first met. Will you do the honor of being my wife?" I looked at him, tears filling his eyes. I cupped my hands over my mouth and nodded quickly. "Lemme hear you."

"Yes! Yes!" I cried! He opened the little black velvet box and slid a shiny white gold diamond ring on my left ring finger. It shown in the spotlights from above. He picked me up and spun me around! Everyone around applauded us, in the moment I forgot we weren't alone. The remaining of reception was a ball! We danced to the typical family friendly dance songs, did the cha-cha and I even caught the flower bouqet! Rami caught the garter, so of course you know what that means! I was placed in a chair in center of the dance floor. The other guests circled me as the music began. Rami emerged from the crowd, dancing seductively over to me. I couldn't help but giggle at him being ridiculous. He walked around me, running his fingertips up my arms.

"Been waitin' for this moment all night, babe." He breathed in my ear, sending shilvers up and down my spine.

"Keep it PG, there are children!" I rolled my eyes. He ended back in front of me and dropped to his knees. He grabbed my right ankle and slowly raised the white and blue ribboned garter up my leg and under my dress. Not breaking his eye contact. I felt that familiar heat rise between my legs again. "Rami." I said. "Rami!" Finally he removed his hands and stood up. I stood from my chair and hugged him tight as everyone around us laughed. "Lets take this elsewhere.." he whispered.

Rami grabbed my hand with a fairly firm grip, I knew he was desperate. I felt my whole body heat up as I anticipated what I was in for. Rami looked back at me as we started to run up the stairs, we laughed together until I noticed a man standing on the first landing in front of Rami, it all happened in slow motion as he turned his head and ran directly into my dad. They both tumbled over but I managed to stop myself before I fell with them. Rami instantly panicked and grabbed my dads hand to help him up, and I fell to the floor laughing. I was laughing so much that I couldn't breathe. My vision was blurred from my tear filled eyes.

"Daddy! Are you okay daddy?" I asked, somewhat concerned. Both men in front of me responded with simple a simple 'yes.'  My dad placed his hand on Rami's shoulder as he looked at him in horror.

"Y/d/n, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking, it was a total accident!" Rami pleaded.

"Rami!" My dad cut him off, looking and winking at me. "I'm afraid I can't let you see my daughter anymore" he sighed and looked down at Rami's feet. Rami looked traumatized.

"What? But!" He shouted. My dad and I burst out laughing again, Rami just looked at us like a lost puppy. My dad patted him on the back as he walked passed him

"You're a funny guy, Rami. Don't take life so seriously lad!" My dad chuckled as he continued his walk down the stairs. I walked over to Rami, wiping tears from my face, I've never seen him look so confused. I wrapped him in a tight hug, he slowly wrapped his arms round my waist.

"What just happened." He whispered in my ear, still in shock.

"You just shit your pants, that's what happened." I whispered back with a smirk, trying not to laugh again.

"Well come on you two love birds, the party hasn't finished yet." My dad called. Rami pulled back and rolled his eyes at me.

"For real? I can't wait much longer y/n." He cried in a dark tone as he looked down at his growing erection. I followed his eye line and burst out laughing for a third time, I felt that if I laughed anymore, I would pass out, my make up must have looked horrific by now.

"Well, are you coming?" My dad shouted again.

"Just a minute dad!" I shouted back, "we'll be down shortly! I just need to check my makeup!" Rami grabbed my hand as we continued our journey up the stairs. Our room was another three floors up so Rami pulled me into the nearest bathroom. He pushed me up against the door and locked it in the process. I've never seen him this needy before, it was so hot to see him like this. His lips were trailing down my neck, nipping and and sucking at my sweet spot behind my ear. I let out a moan to which he growled at in response.

"On your knees.." he whispered in my ear. I felt that familiar heat wave rush from my face to my core once again as I dropped to the floor. He looked down at me and stroked my hair as he bit his lip. "We don't have long and it's not going to suck itself." He said as he looked down at his clothed erection, fighting for release. I started to undo his belt but he pushed my hand away.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I shouted up to him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick from his boxers. "We don't have time to mess around, I need this, like... now" he demanded as he wrapped his fingers behind my head and pulled my face closer. "Open wide" he smirked as I opened my mouth. He thrusted forward slowly, pushing in as far as he could, until I was choking. He held it there for a moment and moaned as he felt my throat close around his cock. "Taking daddy's cock like a good girl" He moaned as he eyes rolled back. He pulled back out completely. "Lick my balls baby, I want it all tonight". I reached my tongue out and licked them with the tip, knowing this would piss him off. "Not like that!" He growled as he pulled my face closer again. I loved it when he was rough, his pleasure was my pleasure. I wrapped my lips around his balls and sucked them gently. He sighed so loud as he threw his head back and took his cock in his hand to pump it slowly. "That feels so good baby girl" he groaned. I swirled my tongue between them then around them as I continued to suck. He pulled my hair back and looked down at me "Fuckkkk, I'm going to cum." He said breathlessly as he shoved his cock back in my mouth. He wrapped his hands back around my head and thrusted faster into my mouth, making me choke again which only turned us both on further. "Fuckkkkk meeee y/n" he let out as he released! I felt his seed go down my throat as he pulled out. I swallowed contently then sat back against the wall as he let go of my head. Breathless and unbelievably turned on, I looked up at him as he put his dick back in his pants and zipped up. I wiped my mouth with one hand as Rami grabbed the other to pull me up. He wrapped me in a tight hug "That was so fucking hot baby, I hope I didn't hurt you, I might have got a bit carried away there" he whispered in concern. I laughed and shook my head.

"Oh no, don't apologize, that's the hottest we've been in a while, but..." I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "Don't call yourself daddy after literally talking to my dad minutes before, it ruins this whole thing." We both burst out laughing as he pulled me back into a hug.

"You're in for a wild night baby, I owe you now" he growled. As he slapped my ass. I was soaked by this moment. He turned round and unlocked the door. I grabbed his hand, pulling him back in.

"Where are you going! I NEED you now..." I cried. Rami smirked and walked back over to me, he slowly stroked his hand from my stomach, down to my core as he pushed my panties to the side and slid his fingers in me. I sighed at the slight relief and gripped his shoulder tightly.

"Geez, you really do need me!" He smirked with pride as he pulled his fingers out and seductively put them in his mouth. "You taste so sweet. Let's go back down stairs, finish the dinner..." He slowly leaned in closer to my ear.."then I'll have you for desert.."

[tomhollandsmut]

Can you do maybe a kinky and/or bondage thing with either peter or Tom idc but I love ur work!

Author’s Notes: oOHH THIS IS GOOD. Imma do this with Tom, because I kinda already did this with Peter (‘Accidental Aim!’). Anyways, thank you so much for requesting, and I’m really sorry that I haven’t answered this one! Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (Bondage and Praise Kink), and swearing! (Itallics = Reader’s Thoughts!)

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You and Tom were just hanging out on the couch, watching your favorite Netflix T.V. show. You, for some reason were, ’in the mood,’ if you know what I mean. ;) It was definitely not because Tom was wearing his gray sweatpants that were showing his hips, and the fact that his hair was so cute and a bit floofy, even though he got it cut.

Tom was just watching the movie, until he pulled out his phone to check the time, and that’s when you were pretty much oogling at his arms, for probably 3 minutes, after he set his phone down. You saw how big and veiny his arms looked, and the way that he looked so concentrated, and focused on the T.V. screen, you were just:

(Author’s Notes: I had to add this in! I’m sorry!)

You felt yourself getting more and more wet from just looking at him. That’s when Tom noticed you staring at him, like a predator on its prey. “Whatcha lookin’ at, darling?” he said, a smirk on his face. You just looked down and felt your cheeks turning a little pink.

Tom just chuckled and lifted your head up and gave you a kiss, and then said, “I’m just kidding, darling. But, I do know that it is hard to keep your eyes away from me, believe me, I know.” You lightly smacked his arm and started to laugh at his egoistic comment.

He kissed you again, but this time, he kissed you more passionately, laying you down onto the couch. His hands started to move up and down your hips, pushing your (his) shirt further up, your torso. You grabbed onto his curls, while he started to grind into you. He started to moan into your mouth, and leave small marks and kisses to your neck.

You moaned at this, and he started to grind faster, which made you moan louder. “F-fuck, Tommy.” Tom suddenly stopped, making you want to ask why he stopped, but instead, he told you, “I kind of want to try something new.” “Okay, what is it?” you said, looking up at him. “I wanted to see if you would like getting tied up?” he said, looking down and turning a bit red.

You looked at him, not caring one bit, and actually kind of liking the idea. “Okay, let’s do it!” you said, with an optimistic tone in your voice. “Really?” Tom looked up and you saw how dialated his pupils were. He had such big and adorable puppy-dog eyes. You nodded, and said in a sulty voice, “Anything for you, Tommy.”

Tom immediately kissed you rougher than before, and grabbed the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump, and wrap your legs around his waist, which is what you exactly did. Tom carried you to the bedroom, and lightly set you down on the bed. He was such a gentleman, even in the most passionate times, and you loved him so much for that.

He turned around and grabbed some t-shirts from his closet, wrapping one, each around your wrist to the bedpost. You saw his adorable short curls, and how he licked his lips, concentrating on tying the t-shirts to your wrists. Once Tom was done, he went on top of you and started to kiss your neck, all the way to your thighs.

You were groaning, and trying to make him move faster, by bucking your hips up to his face. “Uh-uh,” Tom said, looking up at you. 'Ugh, he was such a tease.’ “Be a good girl for me, darling.” He started to kiss the inside of your thighs, leaving small hickeys on them. You tried your hardest, not to buck your hips, but he was just going too slow.

Instead of bucking your hips, you moaned, “Please, Tommy. Fuck, just get to it already.” That’s when you saw his eyes turn darker. You knew you were done right there. He wanted you to beg for him more, and he wanted you to scream and whine his name. “Beg for it, love.” he said, still looking up at you with dark eyes, kissing the inside of your thighs, once more.

You started to whine when Tom kissed your clothed clit. “F-fuck! Tommy, please! I want your mouth so badly, please just fucking do something!” you said, getting sexually frustrated. Tom didn’t waste any more time. He removed your panties, and got right to it.

You were moaning like crazy, when he started to lick up and down your folds, kissing your clit, right after. You wanted to grab his curls so badly, like you usually do. Tom started to lick your clit, and you moaned louder. “Fuck! Just like that, Tommy!”

Tom inserted one long finger into you, and pumped at a slow pace. You were groaning and told him, “Fuck, please stop it with the teasing already, Tommy. Please. I just want to feel you.” Tom started fo pump faster, sucking onto your clit. You moaned even louder than before, and your eyes went to the back of your head when you saw his dark eyes, staring at your pleasured state.

He started to insert two fingers, and sucked even harder onto your clit. “Yes, Tommy, yes! Right there!” you said, as you felt your high coming. You felt the bed move a bit, and looked down to see Tom grinding a bit into the bed to relieve his hard, erect cock growing. He started to moan into your pussy, and you almost lost it.

“Tommy, I’m almost there! Keep going, you’re doing so fucking well, f-fuckkkkk…” you said, getting more closer to your high than before. Tom started to lick your clit, and you felt yourself almost lose it. “F-fuck! Right there, Tommy! Yes, yes, yes!” you said, as you reached your high. Your mind and body were both washed over with a huge wave of euphoria and bliss.

Your eyes were hooded, as you looked down at Tom, who was licking his fingers, clean. You saw his hard cock through his boxers, when he came up to you, and started to kiss you. “Fuck, that was amazing. You’re incredible at that.” you said. Tom blushed a bit and said, “I think I might have a praise kink.” You giggled a bit and said, “Yeah, me too.” He kissed you again, and you felt his hard cock against your thigh.

“Want me to help you, there?”

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Author’s Notes: Hope you enjoyed! Leave submissions and requests in my inbox!

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[jancys-blue-bayou]

Good study sessions part 2 (Jancy smut, fluff)

Been busy with stuff and also hit a bit of a writers block so sorry about it being dry on the fic front recently. But got a few requests for more of modern AU Jancy sexting so added a second chapter to that story to try and get out of the funk. NSFW etc btw.

Also on Ao3!

Nancypants ❤️❤️: aw i will never get over how cute ur dick is y’know

Nancypants ❤️❤️: DIMPLES*!!!!

Nancypants ❤️❤️: fucking autocorrect

Nancypants ❤️❤️: srsly i meant dimples and nothing else

Nancypants ❤️❤️: they’re really really cute

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i don’t think ur dick is cute

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i mean i appreciate it VERY MUCH

Nancypants ❤️❤️: love it even

Nancypants ❤️❤️: but i don’t think cute is the right word to describe it y’know

Nancypants ❤️❤️: hm

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i wonder what is the right word?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: MAJESTIC perhaps?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: magnificent? GRAND maybe? what do you think?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: or do you not think about your dick like this?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i do

Nancypants ❤️❤️: think about your dick i mean

Nancypants ❤️❤️: a lot, periodically

Nancypants ❤️❤️: NOW for example

Nancypants ❤️❤️: studying is going well btw thank you for asking

Nancypants ❤️❤️: is it me who is a fast typer or you who is a slow one?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: remember when you BAMBOOZLED me with a dickpic when i was studying that time??

Nancypants ❤️❤️: that was a hekkin’ bamboozle, i still haven’t recovered

Nancypants ❤️❤️: but now you couldn’t bamboozle me like that y’know. now i’m prepared.

Nancypants ❤️❤️: frankly i’d appreciate one right about now

Nancypants ❤️❤️: HINT HINT

Nancypants ❤️❤️: HINT HINT HINT HINT

Nancypants ❤️❤️: joooooonaaaathaaaaaaaan i’m bored and just a lil bit horny answer pls

Nancypants ❤️❤️: also can you pick up food on your way home bc i’m also HUNGRY

Nancypants ❤️❤️:: but mostly horny

Nancypants ❤️❤️: but what a combo hey

Nancypants ❤️❤️: joooooooonaaaaaathaaaaaan

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: hey.

Nancypants ❤️❤️: HELLO THERE

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: first things first: i sent you the selfie you requested just before I entered that new chinese place you love to pick up dinner, and you sent all these texts after it in the matter of time it took me to walk in and place my order so YES IT’S YOU WHO IS A FAST TYPER

Nancypants ❤️❤️: omg yes chinese I LOVE YOU i want number 9 pls

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: i remember i got it for you

Nancypants ❤️❤️: I LOVE YOU

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: me or my dick or my dimples?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: ALL of you!!!

Nancypants ❤️❤️: but speaking of what word do you feel is most accurate? pls answer it’s for science

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: i really don’t know Nance.

Nancypants ❤️❤️: booooooooooooo

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i’m leaning towards MAJESTIC (with caps always)

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: noted

Nancypants ❤️❤️: what word do you think most accurately describes my pussy then?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: irresistible

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: and tasty

Nancypants ❤️❤️: well, you certainly typed that fast…

Nancypants ❤️❤️: and do you really think it’s tasty?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: i mean yeah

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: in its own way y’know

Nancypants ❤️❤️: no i don’t

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: yes you do you’ve already coaxed this out of me before

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i know but i wanna hear it again

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: well it’s sexy i think. and it certainly doesn’t taste bad. its you

Nancypants ❤️❤️: thank you

Nancypants ❤️❤️: btw

Nancypants ❤️❤️sent a photo

Nancypants ❤️❤️: BAMBOOZLE

Nancypants ❤️❤️: were you bamboozled?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: you were, weren’t you?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: no i wasn’t nance. you said yourself ur horny. you always send me nudes when ur horny. i was waiting for it

Nancypants ❤️❤️: hey now that is not true

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: you sent me 27 on saturday night

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i was also DRUNK tho

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: sure but mostly horny

Nancypants ❤️❤️: THE AUDACITY

Nancypants ❤️❤️: mister

Nancypants ❤️❤️: the sheer nerve

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: mmhm

Nancypants ❤️❤️: so

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: yes?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: ….?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: ?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: HOW ABOUT SOME DICKPICS GOD

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i gave you so many hints.

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: with hints you mean outright saying it and then adding hint hint?

Nancypants ❤️❤️: YES EXACTLY SO WHERE IS IT???

Nancypants ❤️❤️: I NEEDS IT, i’ve been going through my Jonathan is a studmuffin folder on my phone and touching myself for awhile now but there’s only so many pics in there i need more material

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: i’ll be home in like 15

Nancypants ❤️❤️: CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: i’m waiting for our food nance

Nancypants ❤️❤️: so? they got a bathroom don’t they?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: well yes

Nancypants ❤️❤️: sooooooo go in there and give a girl what she wants damn

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i’ll make it worth your whileeeeee….

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: hang on

Nancypants ❤️❤️: !!!!

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️ sent a photo

Nancypants ❤️❤️: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nancypants ❤️❤️: MAJESTIC

Nancypants ❤️❤️: fuck i love you

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: love u too

Nancypants ❤️❤️: are you still in the bathroom?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: yeah

Nancypants ❤️❤️: do you have your headphones plugged in?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: yeah why?

Nancypants ❤️❤️sent a video

Nancypants ❤️❤️: *narrator voice* MEANWHILE, AT THE LEGION OF HORNINESS

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: fuckkkkk nance

Nancypants ❤️❤️: sry its all shaky i’m not used to holding my phone in my left hand but i need my right one to jerk off

Nancypants ❤️❤️: maybe i should get a selfie stick

Nancypants ❤️❤️: to give you a better view of this stuff

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: ….i am not opposed to that idea no

Nancypants ❤️❤️: HAH bet ur not

Nancypants ❤️❤️: also this may be obvious but:

Nancypants ❤️❤️: i need you to PLOW ME as soon as you get home

Nancypants ❤️❤️: we can eat after

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: can i eat you out instead

Nancypants ❤️❤️: you really wanna spoil ur appetite before the chinese food?

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: yes

Nancypants ❤️❤️: and i am not opposed to THAT idea no

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: bet ur not

Jon-Jon aka Thumper ❤️❤️: food’s ready be home soon love you

Nancypants ❤️❤️: LOVE YOU

Nancy tackles him to the ground soon as he gets home. Thankfully he just had enough time to put the Chinese food down first, before a buck naked horny girlfriend flies into his arms and takes him with her down to the floor.

”Lil bit horny were we?” He remarks before Nancy’s lips are over his.

”Okay that may have been a litotes,” she answers when they break apart briefly for air.

”Litotes?”

”It’s the opposite of a hyperbol,” she clarifies while tugging off his jacket.

”Oh.”

”I got a bit carried away imagining this, what we’d do when you got home. And it kind of turns me on to rile you up when you’re out,” she hoarsely whispers in his ear.

”How do you think I feel knowing your waiting for me here like this…” he mumbles back before rising, picking her up with him. She lets out a pleased little noise at that and locks her legs around his waist while wrapping her arms over his shoulders to hold on.

She kisses him as he starts to carry her to their little bedroom. His hands are gripping her butt to keep hold of her and he helps himself to a squeeze which makes her yelp and giggle before she captures his lips again. She starts to tug his sweater over his head as he’s walking.

”Doorjam!” She warns as he can’t see for the moment. ”Left, left,” she guides him through to the bedroom before finally freeing him of the sweater and tosses it away. She makes quick work of his t-shirt the same way.

He gently sets her down on the bed and takes in the gorgeous sight of naked Nancy lying on the bed staring at him with fire in her eyes.

”You’re so beautiful,” he tells her and kisses her. She blushes. ”I wanna eat now,” he adds and starts to kiss his way down her body. She blushes more.

Irresistible is the word… tasty, exhilarating. It’s the biggest turn on in the world for him, this. Going down on Nancy. Feeling how wet she is. Making her wetter. Knowing he’s the cause of it. Hearing her sweet, excited moans in reaction to what he’s doing. Hearing her mumble his name and variations of ”fuck” and ”I love you”. Feeling her thighs wrap tightly around him when she gets particularly excited. Feeling her shudder and shiver and twitch. Getting her to places, making her climb higher and higher… it’s the sexiest thing in the world to him.

”Jonath…” she moans which tells him she’s close. She can never get through all the three syllables of his name when she is. Which he finds ridiculously hot. He intensifies his work with his tongue, slides another finger in and takes her over the edge.

He hovers above her, watching her as she comes back down again. She opens her eyes, sees him and pulls him down towards her and plants a big kiss on his lips.

”I love you so fucking much baby.”

”I love you too.”

Her hands slide down his body, roaming over his torso, down his stomach. She unbuttons his jeans and tugs at the hem. He quickly pulls them and his boxers off. She grasps his rock hard cock and jerks it.

”Majestic,” she giggles and winks at him.

He blushes.

”Mmmm yes… Jonathan…” she moans as he’s in her.

He really loves how vocal she is in bed. He’s not as much, he can’t really focus on forming words when they’re at it, it’s mostly just grunts and groans and moans which he thinks can’t sound good but which Nancy insists turns her on. Meanwhile she among her moans tend to ramble in an excite manner of stream of consciousness from her hazy mind at it’s the best.

”Mmm…. harder… fuck me harder… harder baby mmm… love you… harder…”

He’s increased the tempo quite a bit but her begging for him to go harder continues and he feels he can do more. So he pulls out, the sudden sensation making her let out a surprised moan. Quickly he takes her and flips her around, helping her up on her knees in the bed and positions himself behind her.

”Oh yessss Jonathan yes I love you…” she excitedly cries out and sticks her ass out further towards him.

He grips her hips and easily slides into her from behind. Usually he prefers positions where they’re face to face, because he loves to see her face when she’s like this. But they’ve done it like this a few times too, and it has it’s benefits too. The angle is different and he likes it. Normally it’s been on her initiative, this, but the thought hit him as he wanted to fuck her harder like she was pleading him to do. He doesn’t hold back and now all he hears from her is the most wonderful noises and moans.

When he cums he collapses onto her, careful not to crush her but wanting to be pressed against her, as close as possible, when he empties himself inside her. She moans and he notices she’s gripping the sheets with one hand. The other reaches back and tangles itself in his hair as they jointly come down, breathing heavily.

”Fuck I love you…” he breathes out as he rolls off her.

”I love you too,” she tells him, lifting herself up on her elbows and leaning over to kiss his cheek. ”And your dimples,” she smirks, harking back to before.

”And…?” He grins.

”Your sass,” she smacks him on the arm. ”And your dick,” she adds with a wry smile. She thinks for a second and then adds. ”And that you got Chinese food! Be right back!”

Nancy hastily gets up and he can’t take his eyes off her as she quickly puts her panties back on and throws on his t-shirt before walking out of the room to retrieve the food. He sits up and retrieves his boxers and puts them on before rearranging the pillows and sitting up against the headboard. Nancy returns with the bag full of food containers in one hand and her laptop in the other.

”Since you fucked me so good you can pick what show we’ll watch,” she smirks and waggles her eyebrows at him.

”Oh well the pleasure, the privilege is mine,” he smiles.

Nancy hands him the laptop and gets back into bed, sorting out the food containers.

”What’s this?”

”The End of the F***ing World, Derek recommended it ages ago, said it was dark but funny. It’s been on my list forever but I haven’t gotten around to it so I thought we’d check it out.”

”Sounds good.”

He presses play and sets the laptop down in a good place. Nancy hand him his food and leans into his side and god he loves his life.