#locked in ready 4 that grind

[go-go-gadget-autism]

time to lock in on this WWI research paper that was due 4 days ago 💪💪🔥🔥🔥

[ifhybutilovechu]

Day 25 : humiliation + Day 26: public

ft . Onyankopon

You and Onyankopon were getting ready to go to a party , he watches through the mirror as you do you makeup. You spot him ad raise a brow but he just shakes his head .

As you get finished with you makeup you put your dress asking him to zip up the back , while he does so he peeps you outfit the shortness rubbing him the wrong way "This a little short ma" he whispers in you ear and you scoff playfully thinking he's joking "Boy bye" you say and walk off . Little did you know he was dead serious .

strike 1

he counts in his head as you put on your jewelry "Ok baby I'm done , you ready?" you ask and he nods. On the car ride there you take multiple pictures and tiktoks the short v neck leaving little to the imagination .

When you guys make it there you immediately give him a kiss before rushing off to find the birthday girl he was shocked you didn't even say bye 'strike 2' , your best friend Sasha . "Heyy bitch! you yell while running to give her a hug she so gladly returns ."You finally made it!!" she exclaims before handing you a shot you gracefully take . Y'all immediately make it to the dance floor and she caresses your waist and you grind on her playfully .

You turn around and start throwing it back on her and she catches it all , smacking at your ass while your short dress starts coming up . People start to crowd around cheering and recording , all types of hands coming to get a grab .

Onyankopon and his friend Connie get some drinks as they sit and reconnect . "How u been" Connie asks and Ony sighs "I feel like my girl been trying me lately" he says and Connie burst out laughing "I'm so happy it ain't just been me , Sasha been pushing all my buttons ." As they talk they hear the party getting louder and come to check it out . They walk to the middle of the circle and Onyankopon can feel his blood pressure getting high . You and Sasha shaking ass for the whole too see .

"Ah fuck nah" he hears Connie whispers before he reaches by his waist band and starts shooting into the air . Everybody scatters and before you and Sasha could run off to they grab y'all .

As you ride home you text Sasha trying not to make eye contact with Ony .

You : Girl we so fuckedd

Sasha : yes I'm almost home , shivering in my boots

You : Deadass , shit gotta go

Sahsa : I'm praying 4 u

"Put that phone down" Onyankopon tries to say as calmly as he could and you quickly turn it off. "So?" he asks and you don't answer turning away and you can see him nod his head in the corner of your eye "Aight"

He parks the car and your heart drops notices it's a parking lot. "Get to the back" he says coldly and you immediately crawl back and he presses a firm smack to your as causing a squeak . He turns you around pressing your face into the mattress and pulls up your dress and notices you have no panties on. He reaches his hand back before landing a harsh slap on your ass . You groan and leap forward but he just pull you back , this continues until you ass is red and sore .

"Fuck!" you yelp a tear falling from your eye . He swipes his thumb over your cunt feeling your wetness . "You like that , everyone looking at what's mine? he asks and you shake your head and he smack your ass . "I cant hear you" he says as you whimper "no.."

He lines his thick cock up with your entrance before ramming in. You moan and unconsciously move away for his brutal thrust , he grips your hips and locks you in place "Fuckk , baby I'm sorryy" you beg as your drool pools onto the leather seats . "You too late baby" he says before smacking your eyes "Now throw that shit back on me" you try your best but as you watch someone walk by your trust in the tinted windows didn't seem so high anymore , you smack your head at his stomach trying to push him out. Tapping on his stomach to signal him

"Don't focus on them look at me" he whispers into your ear , gripping on your neck. You throw you ass in circles on his cock and he groans "Fuck baby just like that... you gon catch this nut" he asks "Yes pa..ooh shit!" you say clenching around him as you get butterflies in your stomach . Your hands smacks at the fogged window and tears flood out your eyes , he tightens his grip on your hips to pound into you become you cum all over him . He watches the white ring appear around his cock and groans . thrusting again before cumming deep inside. He looks at you messy makeup and fuck up hair , hearing the squelch from the cum dripping out you hole.

"Maybe you won't act up when you can't go out with a baby on your hip?"

[vixen7243]

Wrong Chat : 1

Johnny X AFAB!Reader| TF141 X AFAB!Reader

MDNI‼️

Part 1 | Part 2

Johnny getting home finally after being away from you for months and feeling feral after all the teasing photos you had sent of new lingerie which then was followed up with a damn video of you grinding on HIS pillow moaning his name. Giggling at the end when you showed him the wet spot, “Wish it was your face love.” Turning the camera up to you, you smiled sweetly, “Come home safe so you can cum in me.” Video ended to soon in his opinion, which he intends to teach you as soon as he has you in the bed, face in the pillow your sweet cunt was grinding on a fortnight ago.

“Next time ye send a sexy little video like that ye better get all of ye’s angles Bonnie.” Johnny moved your phone closer as he thrust his cock deeper you moan ripping through your throat whimpering as you gripped the pillow. “Come now Bonnie, show the camera a little love.”

Johnny moved the camera forward and had it leaning against the headboard your face main view and your ass just above your head, bouncing as Johnny continued to jackhammer into you gummy spasming walls. You cried out as you came for the 3rd time around his cock, “Johnny please cum please! I need it, oh god, there!”

Johnny groaned as he ground his hips into you, squeezing your ass cheeks before patting your hip lightly. You reached out with a shaky hand grabbing your phone stopping the video, for the 3rd time that night you were sending the video to Johnny as he had made you do to the first two videos. Due to your watery eyes and shaky hands you might have accidentally hit the group chat your boyfriend made up of you and his team for game nights and pub nights. As soon as you hit send and Johnny’s phone dinged he turned you over smiling, “Ready for round 4 Bonnie.” As Johnny started kissing a trail to you breasts his phone dinged a few more times making him freeze and look up at you noticing that your phone was recording again and propped up on your pillow aimed at your face, cock drunk and teary.

Pushing pack up he snatched his phone from the bed side table and his eyes damn near burst out his sockets, “Jesus Bonnie you sent the video to the lads.”

“Huh?”

You were so out of it that you weren’t registering his words at all, instead you wrapped your legs around his waist and whimpered.

Gaz 🚁☠️: Well ello to you too gorgeous, is this your guys way of an invite?

If so I’ll be there in 15

Ghost💀🥸: You were moaning the wrong name Love, I’ll be there in 10 to teach you how to say Simon.

Gaz🚁☠️: 10?! Wtf you know I’m already breaking speed limits to just get there in 15 not fair!🤬

Captain🐻💰: Darling, is he not enough? Tell the boy to move aside I’ll be there soon.

Johnny couldn’t remember if he had locked the front door when he had thrown you over his shoulder abruptly before rushing up the stairs to your shared room. That didn’t matter too much considering he heard the front door hit the wall when it was opened feet marching up the stairs.“Damnit Bonnie.”

When the bedroom door shoved open is when you finally got your mind clear of the fogginess and shrinked into Johnny a blush covering your cheeks. “Oops”

Part 2

[slvt4buffw0men1111]

Assistance

Pt. 4, Pt. 3, Pt. 2, Pt. 1

This is the last part. I will probably make headcanons though.

Sorry it took so long I had writers block.

Smut under cut.

18+

Cw: degradation and semi public sex (I have a problem:))

It was the following Monday and you haven't talked to Sevika since. You slipped out her bed without a word and have been ignoring her text, too embarrassed to face her. When she greeted you this morning you refereed to her as “Ms. Verma”. She didn't like that. You doing your usual task up at the front desk and that's when you received an email from Sevika.  

“Please meet me in my office immediately. 

Signed, Verma” 

*Shit I'm gonna get fired* 

You made your back to her office stopping just outside preparing yourself to see her. You knocked gently at the door. 

“Come in”, she said through the other side. 

She was sat in her chair looking nervous.  

“Please have a seat and lock the door please.”, you do as she said and sat down in the chair in front of her desk ready to get fired. 

“Look, if I made you uncomfortable because of the other night I apologize. I don't want you to avoid me though so we can just act like the other night never happened if that’s what you want.” 

Oh? You weren’t expecting that. 

“No, no I'm sorry. I just don't know how to act to around you.", you said avoiding eye contact with her.  

“So, you don’t regret what happened?”, she asked. 

“No, I don't regret it at all, I just don’t do stuff like that often and I didn't want you getting the wrong idea about me.”She smiled at your words.  

“Come ‘er” she said. You made your way around her desk. She leaned back in her chair spreading her legs, patting her thigh. You sat down on her lap straddling her thigh. 

“Are you sure we can do this here?”, you ask your faces centimeters apart. 

“I own the place baby.”, she said before kissing your lips gently. You kissed her back wrapping your arms around her neck. The kiss getting heated quickly. You both can barely contain yourself when you get started. Only the sound of your lips smacking and heavy breathing heard in her office.  

“Ride my thigh for me show me you don’t regret the other night.”. She didn't have to ask you twice. Your skirt riding up and bunched around your waist, her large hands found their place on your hips guiding your movements. Her touch felt electric, your body immediately reacting to her. Her muscular thighs made the perfect surface, perfectly grinding your clit.  

Your hips moved at a slow pace, yet Sevika was grinding you down harder on her thigh. You started to kiss her neck to silence the dirty sounds from coming out of your mouth, it was still the afternoon and there were people just next door.  

“God you're such a little slut, grinding on your boss's thigh in her office. If I knew you were such a whore, I would've made a move on you sooner”, she mocked you. Her words when straight to her pussy making you grind faster on her thigh. Your skirt now hiked up around your waist left your lacey panties out for her to see.  

She couldn't help but grin at you, you were using her body like al toy to get off. Your hands desperately grabbing at her body to somewhat control yourself. She was in awe of you.  

“Up”, she demanded tapping your thigh.  

You whined at her demand not wanting to stop but listened to her anyways. Standing up she pushed you back onto her desk your legs wrapped around her hips. She bent down and caught your lips in a feverish kiss. Her tongue slipping into your mouth, teeth grazing each other's. Moans muffled in your mouths. It was making you dizzy. You could feel her hand traveling up your legs until she reached the waistband of your panties. 

“Can I take these off baby?”, she asked. It was so sexy when she asked for consent, like you would ever say no to her. You nod grabbing her face and bringing her back down to kiss you. She slipped the panties off you before standing up above you, taking in the look of you splayed out on her desk, lip stick smeared. 

“I'm gonna need you to be very quiet for me, can you do that?”, you nodded head.  

“Good girl”, she kissed you once more before getting down on her knees her head getting closer and closer to you pussy. She licked up your thigh until she reached your lips, teasing you. She repeated the same movements on the other side her hands fondling your breast. 

“Stop teasing me Sevi~”, you whined. 

“Be quiet” she growled, her fingers pinched your nipples making you let out a quiet yelp. She continued to kiss up your thigh surely leaving some hickeys in her path.  

“Sevi please touch me” 

“I told you to be quiet slut!”, she stood up grabbing your panties off her office chair before stuffing them in your mouth.  

“Now you have no choice”, she said. She went back down to you dripping pussy. Her index and middle spreading you open so she can take a better look at the arousal dripping out of you. She started to lightly and gently rub your clit with her thumb. Quiet and muffled whines came out your mouth wanting her to touch you more. 

She licked up your slit and back down to your hole, her tongue so gentle making you squirm. She then wasted no more time, wrapping her arms around your hips she brought you down onto your mouth. Her tongue flicking your clit. She sucked on your clit making your eyes and thighs clench shut. She didn’t stop; she instead went faster. Her tongue making shapes and patterns on your pussy. She grunted into you while sucking back down on your clit.  

“I fucking love your slutty pussy”, you could barely hear her, your thighs muffling her voice. Her hand started to massage your thighs and hips to help you loosen your grip in her head. You were lost in the clouds, her mouth feeling heavenly on you.  she brought her flesh hand down to you pussy and stuck two of her fingers in you with no warning making you scream out. She curled her fingers up into you while attacking your clit with her mouth.  

“Ms. Verma is everything alright in there?”, a voice, most likely Silco, said through the door.  

“Yea I just spilled some of my food.", she lied. 

“You on your lunch break this early?” 

“Not yet just a light snack”, she said smirking at you, her fingers still pumping in and out of you.  

“Oh alright, um, have you seen the receptionist, I need her to make copies of something for me.” 

“I think she’s on her lunch break; leave a note on her desk she’ll take care of it when she gets back.” 

God she was torturing you. 

“Ok thanks.”, he finally walked away and you let out your breath that you didn't even realize you were holding.  

She brought her mouth back down on you sucking harshly on your clit, your legs starting to shake letting her know you were almost to you breaking point. Her fingers curling and pumping in you impossibly faster, her tongue not stopping. You looked down at her with pleading eyes like were asking for permission to cum. She gave a slight nod and that's all you need to fall off the edge. Your legs snapped around Sevika's head, almost suffocating and borderline drowning her with your pussy. Brining your hands to your mouth to keep your moans muffled.

Sevika was looking at you the whole time you came, it was her favorite sight to see. A pretty girl shaking and moaning for her, but it was even better cause you were now the pretty girl. You came down from your orgasm, chest heaving up and down, hair and makeup now a mess. The prettiest sight.  

Sevika stood up and help you of the table. She took you panties out of your mouth and secretly pocketed them.  

“You always do so good for me baby”, she said her thumbs cleaning up your drool. All you could do was smile at her. She gave you another kiss this time gentler as her hand massaged you're ass.  

She helped you get cleaned up and looking presentable again before you left her office. You didn’t even notice your panties were missing until a couple minutes later, you were sat down at your chair and heard your phone vibrate. 

Sexy Boss Lady 

‘You can get these back after our date Friday’ 

Attached was an image of your bunched up panties in her lap. And yes, you could very faintly see her bulge.  

[chrissv4mp]

heyyy, would you be down to write a make out sesh with olivia rodrigo? Maybe she wants to get some energy out after a tour stop? I love your bf headcanons for Chris & Matt!!

taste of your lips 🥁

warnings: heated make-out session, jealous liv, maybe a little sexual tension at the end but no real smut! (yet...), vulgar language

author's note: (this is fem!reader btw!!) was waiting 4 someone to request olivia rodrigo (my wife fr!!), so here it is!! hope u enjoy anon🫶🏼 also tysm!!

sorry guys, i know tornado warnings was supposed to come out tonight, but i just couldn't wait to post this.!!

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you smiled at your girlfriend as she walked through the curtains to backstage. immediately, she ran into your arms, smiling as she hugged you tightly.

"such an amazing performance yet again," you muttered, inhaling her scent.

the brunette smiled, placing a soft kiss on your neck, "thank you, baby. we should get ready to leave, yeah?"

you hummed in approval, not being able to see the mischievous smirk on your girlfriends face before she pulled away from your embrace.

olivia was quick to collect all her belongings and then drag you out of the venue, having to stop a few times on her way out to take pictures with fans.

"we love you, y/n!" a girl yelled from the crowd, and olivias smile faded a bit as she heard those words.

"thank you so much, i love you too!" you smiled sweetly, waving at the girl before olivia continued to drag you to the tour bus, only quicker this time.

as soon as you were in the bus, olivia locked the door and pushed you to sit on the couch.

your eyes scanned her up and down, biting your lip at her red bra being visible through her cropped white shirt.

"what's got you so worked up, baby?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as your hands went to rest on her waist, pulling her forward to sit on your lap.

olivia sighed, not answering your question as she cupped your face with her hands and leaned in to kiss you roughly.

the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, and you could feel the possessiveness in her touches as she gripped your hair with one hand and roamed your body with the other.

you whined into the kiss as she tugged your hair back, but you kept your composure and pulled away for just a second.

"answer my question, liv. i know you can use your words." you muttered, lips already swollen from how roughly the girl had kissed you just seconds earlier.

the brunette huffed as her grip on your hair loosened, "those fucking girls say they love you, they don't even know you."

she sighed before bringing her lips back on yours, this time slipping her tongue past your lips and into your mouth.

her tongue explored your mouth, hitting yours each time she moved the muscle and exchanged saliva as the kiss went on.

your hands moved from her hips and down to her ass, giving her a light squeeze and earning a soft moan from the girl.

"they can't make you scream the way i do," she muttered angrily against your lips, red from both her lipstick and how swollen they were.

you hummed into her mouth, nodding the best you could as she continued to smash her lips onto yours brutally.

"can't make you beg for them," she groaned, grinding her hips against yours as she started to trail kiss down your jawline to your neck.

once the girl found your pulse point, she immediately sunk her teeth down into your sensitive skin, eliciting a throaty moan from your lips.

"such pretty sounds. all for me," the brunette smirked against your skin as she sucked on your neck softly.

"all mine." you nodded eagerly, bucking your hips up as she grinded down on you, making the girl gasp.

your breathing was heavy now, and your hands were gripping tightly on olivias hair as she continued to mark you, to make you hers.

"yes, fuck. 'm all yours, love." you groaned, your hands moving up to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up over her body.

the only time she detached her lips from your skin was to pull the thin shirt over her head, and then she went straight back to marking your neck, your shoulders, anywhere she could.

your hand traveled to her shoulder, trying to get her on the couch, but she stood her ground on top of you, biting on your shoulder harshly and eliciting a whine from your throat.

"no, just let me play with you, pretty girl. be my little slut, yeah?"

your eyes fluttered shut at her words, and you sit back and let her continue her torture on your shoulder and neck.

a few minutes more and you were struggling to keep still, squirming around under touch as she continued to leave marks on the other side of your neck.

she hadn't kissed your lips in what felt like an eternity, but it was really only 5 minutes.

though, as soon as the girl went to kiss your lips again, you placed your hand on her lower back and quickly switched your positions, flipping her onto the couch and you onto her lap.

olivia gasped, watching as you crawled off her and onto the floor of the bus, getting on your knees in front of her as your fingers looped in the waistband of her shorts.

"since you're still so energized..." you began, kissing the inner parts of her thighs that weren't covered, "let's see how many rounds you can go, princess."

the smirk quickly returned to the brunettes face, and she couldn't help but tangle her hands in your hair and tug on it a bit.

. . .

[runa-falls]

pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part one: marc

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:)

others: steven | jake | more steven

as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

marc: the wretched

Marc is a self-deprecating man and the first alter you met. He's always very serious about his work, even when directors come up with ridiculous scenarios for him to act out.

At first, he refused you, convincing himself that all he needed to prep for scenes was his hand and his phone. That didn't last long. He was struggling to get through shooting days and often forced production to extend over their time. So you were called.

He didn't expect a girl like you to come onto set. You looked like a normal civilian, clothed in comfortable jeans and a tank top. You didn't look like you belonged anywhere near the porn industry.

The first session with you immediately changed his mind. You figured him out within a handful of minutes, watching closely to how he'd react to different touches and situations.

You never take your clothes off for him because that's how he likes it. There's this unspoken power dynamic that would surprise a lot of his fans as he's known for being dominant in videos. With you, he's the one who's stripped down as you climb into his lap fully clothed.

He sighs, hands gripping your waist as the rough texture of your jeans rubs against his sensitive skin. You grind down on him because you know he likes it rough and you can already feel him stiffening under you.

He's not submissive in a way where he whines or begs, he just takes whatever you'll give him. Sometimes you'll refuse his kisses, pulling back or looking away when he gets too close, too needy. It only turns him on further because he thinks he deserves it.

Other times you'll only kiss him. You'll make out with him for the full 15 minutes he has to prepare while never touching him once and he'll last the whole scene.

But his favorite sessions are when you edge him over and over again until he's physically trembling under you. He'll never admit it but he loves when you sit on his lap. He secretly craves your closeness and the intimacy that your presence brings, so when you edge him you're perched on his lap so you both have to watch as your hand pumps his cock in between your bodies.

The handjobs are nothing special, but he crumbles from your touch anyway. You've found that you can break him in mere minutes when you make him look at you, eye-to-eye.

"Look at me, baby." You purr, using your open hand to tilt his head up. His eyes are droopy and red, a product of two edging sessions right before this. Your gazes lock and he's shivering in your hold. "Come on, give it to me." You give him a teasing squeeze and he about falls over. His breaths start to speed up and you know he's getting close.

A glance at the clock says you have 4 minutes until call time.

With one more stroke you pull away.

He lets out a low grunt and his body shudders from how sensitive he is. You be a breeze could finish him off.

Maybe you went overboard... usually you only edge him once, but three times?

He'll probably be back in this room in 20 minutes from cumming too early. Dammit.

"Ok, you have like... 3 minutes. You ready?"

You've learned to be casual, to take him out of the scene as fast a possible so he can focus. He's still sitting on the armchair, trying to calm down.

"I, uh. I think I need a minute." Marc won't look at you.

Yeah, maybe three was too much.

[jadeshifting]

— THERE ARE PLENTY OF FATES WORSE THAN YOURS

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alright, listen up, and let’s get one thing straight—you��re sitting on a goldmine of potential. you’ve unlocked the secrets of the universe, and yeah, it may take patience, but that’s nothing compared to being stuck in the mundane grind of never knowing or accepting the truths of our universe. let’s talk about Supernatural, specifically Season 4, Episode 17—because Dean Winchester learned a lesson you could stand to hear, so stick with me

most of us walk around complaining about how hard it is to shift, like we’re starring in some cosmic pity party. but guess what? there are plenty of fates worse than yours, and it’s time to put some respect on your ability to shift and your role in the grand scheme. buckle up, buttercup. it’s about to get real

★⋆. — “MOST PEOPLE LIVE AND DIE WITHOUT MOVING ANYTHING MORE THAN THE DIRT IT TAKES TO BURY THEM”

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in this particular (EXTREMELY shifting-coded) episode of Supernatural, Dean is feeling sorry for himself and the fact that he has to save the world—to teach him a lesson, he’s forced into an office job. Dean hated that office job. you could see the light leaving his eyes with every soul-crushing task. he wasn’t built for spreadsheets and watercooler chat. and you? you weren’t built to stay locked in just one version of existence either. the archangel’s lesson hit hard: most people live their whole lives without ever realizing there’s more out there.

think about it. billions of people out here just existing, tethered to their routine, their one-and-only timeline, their same-old, same-old. they’re not reaching for alternate realities, parallel worlds, or dream lives. you, though? you know what else is possible. shifting means you’re not just sitting back and accepting the cards you’re dealt. you’re taking the entire deck and shuffling it until it deals you a royal flush.

if you ever find yourself whining about how hard it is to shift, remember this: you’re already ahead of the game. you’ve got the keys to the multiverse in your back pocket. don’t waste time complaining when you could be making it happen right now.

★⋆. — “ARE YOU READY TO STAND UP AND BE WHO YOU REALLY ARE?”

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here’s the tea: shifting isn’t about sitting in your CR feeling sorry for yourself because you haven’t woken up in Hogwarts or a beachside villa in your DR yet. it’s about stepping into your power and deciding that you have. Dean had to face his destiny head-on, even when it scared him. and shifting is no different—it’s your call to make it happen

let’s be real. the process can be frustrating. you’ve been told over and over again that you need the affirmations, the visualizations, the rituals—that it all takes time. but every time you accept the idea that you have to work to earn this ‘prize’ (WRONG) and roll your eyes at the effort, ask yourself this: are you ready to be the main character in your own story? are you ready to open your eyes to your dream life and embrace the infinite possibilities waiting for you?

your DR self isn’t some far-off stranger living in some far away world—it’s you, in a different form, living the life you’ve dreamed of. so, what’s stopping you from standing up and saying, “i’m her, i’m there”? spoiler: it’s usually your own excuses and fear of failure. drop them like they’re hot

★⋆. — “FOR GOD’S SAKE, QUIT WHINING ABOUT IT”

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(technically the words of Archangel Gabriel from Supernatural. i wouldn’t generally be so rude, but the message is all the same.) Dean needed that tough love. and honestly? so do you. while shifting is a natural process, something everyone’s born with the right to do, knowing about shifting is a privilege. let me repeat that louder for the people in the back: knowing about shifting is a privilege

you’re out here rolling your eyes at the time it takes to meditate or how you can’t hold focus during visualization. meanwhile, there are folks who’ve never even heard of shifting, who don’t know they could rewrite their own story with a snap of their fingers !! what the fuck, right !!

every time you catch yourself moaning about ‘how hard it is to shift’, use my newly invented technique of imagining Dean Winchester (or literally anyone you prefer, really) sitting across from you, scowling and saying, “for God’s sake, quit whining about it.” because he’s right. every moment spent wallowing is a moment you could be aware of your DR, if you put that negative energy into deciding it for yourself. plenty would argue that the struggle, despite being an unnecessary product of overcomplication and misinformation, is part of the journey, and even that it makes success that much sweeter

★⋆. — “THERE ARE PLENTY OF FATES WORSE THAN YOURS”

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this is the kicker. while you’re griping about not waking up in your DR, remember there are much, much worse things than waking up in your CR again

picture this: never knowing about shifting at all. never realizing you could step into any of infinite worlds where magic is real, where your favorite characters are your friends, where you’re the rightful star of every storyline, and you step into all of your desires as easy as breathing. that’s the true tragedy—not failing, but never trying. never even knowing to try

Dean learned that even when the stakes are high, it’s better to face the challenge than to live a life devoid of purpose. and for you, it’s better to keep working toward shifting than to settle for the status quo of your CR. you’ve been given the tools to break free. use them.

★⋆. — FINDING GRATITUDE ON YOUR PATH

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everyone has dark moments—doubt, frustration, or even downright hopelessness. i’m not detracting from those feelings—they’re valid, and i get them too. but i implore you to, if nothing else, appreciate your journey so far. find beauty in your meditative moments, truly enjoy the excitement of scripting, and the anticipation of waking up in a new reality

when you start to feel frustrated, remember this: every affirmation, every visualization, every late-night meditation is a step closer to the life you already have, and just have to become aware of. and the fact that you even know about shifting? that’s a gift. gratitude for that isn’t just a nice thought or a pointless platitude—it can be the fuel that keeps you going

★⋆. — THE BOTTOM LINE: BE DEAN, NOT A DESK JOB

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Dean’s lesson in that office job was clear: stop taking your path for granted. he might’ve hated the apocalypse gig, but it was better than the alternative—living a mundane life without meaning. and for you, the same truth applies

don’t complain about the perceived struggles of shifting when you’re one of the lucky ones who knows it’s possible. you’ve got the knowledge, the key to live a life beyond imagination. so for God’s sake, quit complaining about it, buckle down, and make it happen. because there are plenty of fates worse than yours—and staying stuck in your CR isn’t one you want to settle for

[mymindcreatedthis]

Don’t Tease

Ona Batlle x Reader

Word count: 3,094

Summery: The girls play against Germany and win. Ona makes Reader a promise, later on they go to the club and get shots and Ona rewards Reader with a grinding Dance in the Dance floor. They get so turned on they both can’t take it anymore. They pay and call it a night, they head back to Ona’s hotel room. Ona rewards Reader with a private lap dance.

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Grinding, Lapdance, hair pulling, Unprotected sex, Creampies, Blow job, throat pie, daddy kink, Dirty talk, Squirting, leg trapping. Positions: Missionary, Doggy, Riding.

*Y/n's pov*

It was game day, we were playing against Germany. We were up 4-2, I get the ball and dribble it up field. I see Ona was open, I pass the ball to her.

She dribbles the ball up field. She stands off with the goalie, she slams her foot into the ball. The ball soars past the goalies and goes into the back of the net. 5-2.

Ona runs over to me she jumps in my arms. I laugh and catch her, she kisses my cheek.

"Yes Y/n. Thank you for the amazing pass. Get me two more of those and we're going to the club. I'm buying you drinks and giving you a lap dance." Ona says.

I groan and bite my lip. "Ona stop teasing." I pout.

Ona giggles. "Like I said two more of those and this ass is yours."

Ona jumps out of my arms and goes back to her spot leaving me flustered and turned on. We continue the game, I get the ball again and dribble it upfield.

While I'm running a Germany player runs at me from the side and knocks me down. We both take a nasty fall.

I groan in pain as I hit the ground. "Ahh Fuck!" I groan in pain.

Alexia and Ona immediately run over to me.

"Shit are you okay Y/n? That was a nasty hit and nasty fall." Alexia says.

"Y-Yeah I'm okay. Can you guys help me up?" I ask.

They nod and help me up. Along with the Germany player, we go back to our spots and continue to the game.

Alexia gets the ball and passes it to me. I get the ball and dribble it up field, I see Alexia wide open again I pass the ball to her. Alexia gets the ball, she slams her foot into the ball.

The ball soars past the keeper and finds the back of the net. Alexia runs over to me, we do our celebration dance.

We continue the game after a full 90 minutes the game ends with us winning 6-3.

We leave the stadium and go back to the hotel. Me and Alexia go back to our room. Alexia grabs her clothes and goes into the bathroom. She closes the door behind her and locks it.

I mess around in my phone as she showers. After 10 minutes Alexia finishes up in the shower and comes back into the room.

"Bathroom is all yours." She says.

I nod, I grab new clothes and go into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and strip my clothes and get in the shower. I start washing my hair and body and then rinse off cleaning the soap out of my hair and off my hair.

I finish up, I turn off the shower and step out and dry off. I get dressed, I brush my teeth and hair. Once I'm done I come back into the room.

Once Alexia and I are ready we leave the room and meets the girls in the lobby. I spot Ona, I smile and make my way over to her.

We walk out together and make our way to the club.

"I still owe you those drinks and a lap dance." Ona smiles.

I blush a bit and nod. "Can't wait."

we get to the club and go in. We order drinks and find somewhere a bit more private. Ona comes back over to me with shots, me and her do our first round of shots for the night.

The music turns on, the girls get up and make their way to the dance floor. Ona and I join them and dance together. Eminem 'Shake that' comes on.

Ona turns her back to me, she sticks her ass out against my crotch and starts to grind against my dick as the music plays. Ona smirks at me when she feels my bulge against her ass.

"Fuck baby you really know how to work your hips." I say.

She giggles. "Yeah I can tell you're enjoying it." She teases.

I blush darkly in embarrassment. "S-Shut up."

She giggles and presses her ass against my dick more. I moan as she does this, Ona giggles and continues to grind against me.

We dance together for another 6 songs then after a while we leave the club. We head back to the hotel, we get back to the hotel and go in.

Ona tells me to wait here so she can talk to Alexia real quick.

I nod, I watch her walk away and talk to Alexia. I don't know what is said but Alexia looks over at me and smirks. She hands Ona her key card.

I hear Ona say thank you and come back to me. Ona grabs my hand and we go to the elevator.

"Where are we going love?" I ask.

"We're going back to my room. Alexia is going back to yours and Alex's for the night." Ona says.

The elevator opens. We get in the elevator, Ona presses the button to our floor and the doors close. Ona turns to me, and smiles she leans in. I smirk and lean in, our lips touch. I deepen the kiss, our lips move in sync.

The doors open as the kiss starts to get heated. We break the kiss and walk to her room.

"You still owe me a lap dance love." I say.

"Yea I know. We are heading back to mine for more privacy." Ona says.

I giggle and nod. Ona unlocks the door and opens it. We go into her room, she closes the door behind us and locks it.

As soon as the door closes Ona pins me against the door and kisses me deeply. I'm shocked at first but kiss back.

Ona rubs my bulge over my pants. I moan in the kiss as she does this, Ona smiles in the kiss. She breaks the kiss, she pulls me away from the door and pushes me backwards onto the bed.

"Take off your shirt, bra and pants baby." Ona Sexily demands.

I smirk and sit up, I take off my shirt and bra. I stand up and unbutton my jeans and take them off.

I sit back down on the end of the bed. Ona walks over to me. She turns her back to me, she sits on my lap and slowly grinds against my dick over my boxers.

I moan as Ona continues to grind against my dick over my boxers

*Ona’s pov*

I bite my lip and continue to grind against Y/n's dick. Fuck I can feel her bulge and she feels huge. I continue to grind against her feeling myself getting soaking wet.

Y/m moans quietly. She places her hands on my hips, as I continue to give her a lap dance.

"Fuck your ass feels good grinding against my dick." Y/n moans.

I giggle and grind a bit faster and harder. I moan as I feel her boner rub against my folds.

"Ahh fuck I can feel your tip rubbing against my folds." I moan.

Y/n moans and squeezes my ass. I moan and continue to fend against her dick. I moan as she squeezes my ass a bit.

"Fuck I can't take it anymore. Y/n, baby take off your boxers." I moan.

Y/n slides her boxers down her legs and kicks them off to the side. My eyes widen as I see her massive dick spring out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Shit baby. You're huge." I say.

She blushes darkly as I say this. "T-Thanks."

I moan as I feel her tip rubbing against my folds as I continue to grind against her dick. Y/n moans as I continue to grind against her dick.

"Shit baby, your soaking wet my dick is throbbing." Y/n says.

"Mm I'm soaking wet cause your dick is rubbing against my folds." I moan.

"Mm feels so good." Y/n moans.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan as Ona continues to grind against my dick. She was soaking wet, I moan as she goes to town on my dick.

While she is grinding, her soaking folds rub against my dick. All of a sudden my dick slips and accidentally goes deep inside her.

Ona gasps and moans. "Fuck I wasn't expecting that."

"Shit, I'm sorry baby it slipped." I moan.

Ona takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Keep it in baby, you deserve this, relax and enjoy."

Ona slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and place my hands on her hips, as she picks up the pace and goes a bit faster.

"Mmm shit." I moan.

"Shit you're really deep in there baby." She moans.

"Sorry like I said it slipped." I moan.

"Shhh baby. Relax and let me do the work." Ona moans.

Ona turns towards me. She leans in and kisses me deeply as she slides up and down on my dick. I moan in the kiss.

Ona rests her head against mine as she continue to ride me. I moan, I could feel myself getting close. I was already close to cumming, since she was grinding against my dick. My tip was rubbing against her folds before so I'm about to bust at any moment.

"Ahh fuck, Ona. I should probably pull out I'm close." I moan.

"Cum inside me." Ona moans.

"Are you sure?" I question.

"Yes I'm sure. Give me your cum." She says seductively.

I nod and moan loudly as she picks up the pace and goes faster and a bit harder. She moans loudly as she continues to ride my dick.

"Mm so fucking good. Your dick deep inside me stretching me out." Ona moans.

"Yeah baby? You like that? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I tease.

"Mm yes daddy. I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out." She moans.

Ona moans and wraps her arms around me as she rides my dick faster and slams her ass down on my dick. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Fuck I'm really close." I moan.

"Mmm me to, give me your cum." Ona moans.

She goes faster slamming her ass down on my dick more and more.

Creampie #1:

I moan and bust my load deep inside her. Ona gaps and moans as I unload my seed in her. She moans and cums all over my dick.

Cum oozes out of her as I pull out of her. Cum drips down the bed and onto the floor. I flip us around and lay Ona on the bed.

I kiss and suck on her inner thighs. Ona moans as I do this. I smirk, I lick her folds and begin eating her out.

Ona moans and runs her fingers through my hair as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster.

"Fuck....fuck....I'm gonna squirt!" Ona moans.

I continue to finger her faster and faster as I slip in another finger. Ona moans loudly in pleasure and squirts like crazy. Some of it goes on my face and chin.

I stop fingering her I stick my tongue in her pussy and lick her core. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I lick her clit and roll my tongue on her clit adding different pressures.

Ona moans and plays with my hair. "Shit just like that. Ugh fuck, I'm close."

Hearing this makes me dive into her pussy even more and continue to eat her out. She becomes a moaning mess as I continue to eat her out.

"I'm cumming.... I'm cumming." Ona moans.

Her juices and cum coat my face and chin. I help her ride out her high once she comes down from her high I lick and clean up her sticky mess. I come back up to her and kiss her deeply.

"You taste amazing." I say.

She giggles in the kiss. "Mmm before you fuck me more, can I suck your dick? I want that cum in my mouth." Ona says seductively.

I smile and nod, I lay on the bed. She lays between my legs, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan as she does this. She lick her palm and continues to stroke my dick. I moan as she strokes my dick a bit faster.

I moan, once I'm hard Ona takes my dick in her mouth. Ona slowly bobs her head, she chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Ona bobs her head a bit faster. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head and sucks the soul out of my dick.

"S-Shit baby just like that." I moan in pleasure.

Ona hums against my dick and sucks my dick faster and faster than before. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Ona, baby I'm close." I moan.

After 10 more minutes of an amazing blow job, I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Ona chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Ona swallows my load. She sucks me dry getting the rest of my cum and walls my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth. I moan and pant laying there trying to catch my breath. Ona Giggles.

"You taste good too." She says.

I smirk and flip us over. I pin her to the bed. Ona giggles and kisses me.

"Mmm take me in Missonary." Ona says.

I rub my dick through her folds, and slide my dick back inside her pussy. We both moan, Ona wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer causing my dick to go deeper inside her.

"Mmm get deep inside me baby. I need that cum ." Ona says.

I smirk, I rest my head against hers as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Ona moans as I do this, Ona looks deep into my eyes as I continue to fuck her a bit faster.

"Ugh faster daddy." Ona moans.

I go faster pounding her pussy faster and harder than before. Ona moans, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Shit baby, you feel so good clenched around me." I moan in pleasure.

"You feel so good inside me stretching me out." Ona moans.

I pick up the pace and go faster and harder. My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room.

I go faster and faster. "Ahh I'm gonna squirt." Ona moans.

She squirts all over my abs, dick and all over my thighs and all over the sheets. I moan and continue to fuck her pussy fast and hard, I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ugh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too, keep going. Give me your load." Ona Moans.

I kiss and suck on her neck as I fuck her as fast and as hard as I can. I moan loudly and moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"I'm really close." I moan.

"Me too." Ona moans.

I feel that all too familiar feelings in my balls.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Ona moans and cums all over dick. We both moan as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Cum pours out of her pussy, cum glazes her folds, cum oozes out of her pussy and into the sheets.

"Shit, there's so much cum." Ona moans.

I giggle and kiss her. We lay there catching our breath. Once Ona has her breath back she gets up and moves to the middle of the bed.

"Drain your balls in me." Ona says, she gets on her knees and shakes her ass a bit.

I smirk, I get up and move behind her. I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. We both moan as Ona slides her ass back against my dick.

"Mmm fuck me more daddy." Ona Moans.

I place my hands on on her hip, I grab her hair. I wrap her hair around my hand and pull her hair as I slide back and forth. Ona moans, I pick up the pace and go faster.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and continue to pound her pussy from behind.

"Fuck.....Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Ona Squeaks out with each thrust.

I giggle. "You're so cute baby." I say as I continue to fuck her.

She moans and slams her ass back against me as I continue to pound her pussy faster and harder. We both moan, my legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I continue to fuck her ass.

"Mmm you have amazing grip babe. I don't think I can last long." I moan.

Ona giggles and continues to slide back and forth on my dick slamming her ass against me. I moan and let her do the work.

"Relax baby let me do the work." She moans as she picks up the pace and goes a bit faster.

I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming already. Fuck Ona is amazing in bed.

I moan and throw my head back and close my eyes enjoying myself. I moans and enjoy Ona sliding back and forth on my dick. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm close babe." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too." Ona moans.

I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Ona moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan in pleasure as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

Once we both come down from our highs, I pull out of her. Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I lean down and kiss her ass. I place my hand on her ass and squeeze it a bit.

"Fuck that was amazing." Ona moans out.

We lay down next to each other panting and trying to catch our breath.

"Haha that was a great lap dance." I say.

Ona giggles and kisses me and cuddles me. I kiss her lovingly and deeply, I smile. I kiss her head and hold her close to me and we fall asleep.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing:Trans!Male!Reader x Male!Centaur

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluffy Smut, Established Relationship, Breeding Kink

Warnings: AFAB terms used to describe anatomy.

Word Count: 1646 words

Summary: After many nights of diligent practice, you saddle up and take your boyfriend all the way.

FiRequest: could i possibly request male centaur x trans male reader?? they’ve been dating for a while and working up to it but it’s the first time reader has managed to take his boyfriends full cock 🫢 afab terms for anatomy are fine and maybe a little breeding kink thrown in if you’re comfy with it!!

A/N: Y’all know I had to give it this title

You think tonight is going to be the night.

There’s an energy in the air as you watch Samuel cook, perched on your shared couch. He’s always been a handsome centaur; a finely cut jaw with a well-maintained beard, dark caramel eyes set behind long lashes, and silky hair that falls down in luscious curls all the way to his back, but something about tonight had every step he takes stirring something hot in your gut. The way his back stretches out his t-shirt, the way you can see the muscles of his shoulders move as he dices his onions, the way the more human torso arches and his front legs bend as he takes a mini stretch.

Your engine is revved by the time dinner is served, and you know tonight will be the night.

The two of you are locked in a sloppy makeout, dirty dishes still in the sink as you sit on the counter, legs wrapped around Samuel’s ribcage. His long piano fingers dance up your sides, playing with your pajama shirt. You grind against his navel, and he chuckles against your lips.

“Someone’s eager.”

“You’re so hot.” You say between messy kisses, feeling up his muscular lower back. “How could I not be?”

Samuel chuckles again, ignoring your whines and pulling away to kiss at your neck. His hands move from your waist to your butt, sliding under to pick you up. Your ankles cross behind him.

“Need you.” You moan, grinding onto hum like a horny teenage. “Need your cock.”

Samuel’s eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Your voice keens. “I think-” you suck in a breathe, knowing this a hold claim to make, “-I think I’m ready for all of it”

Samuel’s brows shoot up, taken slightly aback.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I wanna try, atleast.” You pout, fingers carding through his long tresses. “I’ve been practicing so much.”

And you have, both with and without him. You had bought appropriately sized dildo’s to masturabte with, cockwarming during long edging sessions just to make sure. Last time you had been able to take him until 4 inches were left, but you're confident in your practice.

Tonight is the night.

Samuel stares at you for a long time, probably wondering if you’re too crazed on lust to be trusted, but then he smirks.

“Ok, babe. We’ll try.” Samuel hikes you up on his chest, pulling you closer, face-to-face. “Same position as usual?”

You nod, eyes practically full of stars at the thought. Samuel smirks and gives you a peck on the lips, before carrying you to the bedroom.

Samuel is gentle as he sets you down onto the bed, pulling open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and your knee pillow. You stay close by his side, drawing your finders up and down his chest. You bite your lips as you pull up the hem of his shirt, admiring his treasure trail and solid stomach. Samuel shivers when you press a kiss right below his belly button. Your mischievous hand wanders down his lower half and across his front, slipping between his two front legs and petting at his fur. Eyes glance down as well, catching a peak of his cock coming out of its sheath. You wolf-whistle, sliding off the bed and shimmying off your shorts in one motion.

“You’re insatiable, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Samuel says, voice low as his hand brushes between your thighs, just missing your aching hole. You whine, throwing back your ass and laying your torso onto the bed.

“I told you.” Your voice is salacious, lower lip bitten between your teeth, “I need your cock, badly.”

Stars shoot behind your eyelids as Samuel rubs two lubed-up fingers between your lips, middle finger circling your clit. He simpers.

“Yeah, you were made for this dick, huh?” Two fingers slide in easily, scissoring outward to stretch your walls. You just nod, knees digging into their pillow as you sink into the feeling. “Didn’t know my boyfriend was such a cock-tease.”

Samuel climbs up the bed, his two front knees resting beside your shoulders as he aims his cock up with your entrance. He leans forward to grab the bar you two installed just for this position, something to grab on to as he humps. Samuel’s hot head presses against your hole, as girthy as ever.

“Ready?” Samuel whispers from above, neck craned to look down between his legs, always double checking to make sure you're not crushed under his weight. You nod and give a singular pat to his fetlock, your signal to go ahead.

There’s always a slight burn when Samuel enters you, having a nearly 10 inch dick will always do that. But your body falls into position easily, your muscles relaxing to allow for easier entry, no pain causing you to clench up.

“F-uck.” Samuel’s voice drawls as the first inch, then the second, then fourth, then sixth feel your walls clench around him. You bite down on the blanket below you, toes curling into the floor. But you can do it, you can.

He hesitates a bit at the 7th inch, knowing that's usually your limit. But you give him another single pat to the leg, and he keeps going, extra slow.

It takes a tortuous amount if time for both of you, legs shaking from the tension and palpable desire, but then-

“Holy shit.” Samuel says, half amazed and half relieved. You wiggle your hips, and feel Samuel’s balls snug against you.

You’ve fit him to the hilt.

“Well?” You laugh, trying to act as if you're not on the edge just like he is. “What are you waiting for?”

You thrust your hips back, eyes rolling back as Samuel’s dick presses against the deepest part inside you. His breath hitches, stomach trembling above you.

“Oh, you asked for it.” Samuel growls, steadying his hooves.

Despite the sassy tone, Samuel’s first thrusts are tentative. He only pulls out an inch or too, moving at a glacial pace. It’s good for getting you accustomed, but you quickly yourself wanting more. You throw your hips back again, wining like an animal in heat.

“So desperate.” Samuel pants.

“Please, Sammy.” You give him your best puppy eyes from below. “Fuck me.”

That's the straw that breaks the centaurs back, Sam pulling out halfway and slamming into you with enough force to send you a couple inches across the bed. A dumb smile spreads across your face.

It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy as Samuel starts fucking you for real, heavy balls slapping against you with each hump. Your vision goes spotty every time he hits your g-spot, mouth wide open and tongue lolled out in a pant.

“Oh my g-od.” Your voice trembles as your fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, feeling not unlike a fleshlight, yanked down again and again in your boyfriends massive cock. The bed shakes under your weight.

“Take it, take it.” Samuel grunts, his knuckles turning white as they grip on the bar. “Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way to-” a thrust, “-the” and another “-hilt.” and another. Your stomach presses into the eye of the bed, mind slowly losing cohesive thought. His weeping head hits your sensitive spot at the perfect angle every damn time, and you feel jolts of electricity shoot across your nerves with every hump.

Time seems to lose all meaning, words melting into grunts and whines, breathy voices blending together with heavy balls slapping against your thighs. You think you’ve forgotten where Samuel ends and you begin, forgot what it feels like to be empty of his cock. Drool is pooling in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your jaw in an erotic display of decadence.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Samuel grunts, nails grating against the bar. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.” A voice that must be yours begs, pleads. You can imagine Sam’s smug, sweaty face already.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you?” You nod into the sheets, a dumb smile coming across your face. “Imma fill you up until you're gushing, baby.” Samuel’s hooves presse against the hardwood as he steadies his back two legs, throwing everything into his thrust. “You’d be so cute, my little house-husband, full of my kids.”

Samuels shudders as your hole clenches around him, his dirty talk only working you closer to the edge.

“Sh-it” Samuel draws out his syllables, balls feeling tight against your ass cheeks as his hips begin to stutter. A drop of sweat falls from his chest, rolling down your arched back as his breathing picks up the pace. “Here it comes, sweetheart. All for you. Fuck!”

Your back arches and toes curl as your orgasm hits, gushing with Sam’s cum as he finishes inside of you. Streams run down in rivulets across your thighs, the squelching of skin as Sam pulls out his softening cock.

You lie limp as Sam slowly hops off the bed, his front legs still trembling. He collapses next to you not soon after, laying his upper torso on the bed as his lower one rests on the cold floor. The fur around his legs and back lay datk and slick with sweat, his face flushed.

A calloused palm brushes the side of your face, dragging you out of dream-land and back to reality.

“You did great, babe.” Sam chuckles. “Think I might grow addicted to being all the way in.”

You throw him a lazy thumbs up.

“Not a problem with me.” Your words slur, lips half-pressed against the damp sheets, no doubt an imprint of your sweaty torso on them.

He leans over and kisses your neck, his hand moving to massage your neck.

“Fuck, we forgot about the dishes.”

[therosebud]

Welcome to Sims 4 Romance Reef Challenge!

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If you struggle to stay focused on legacy challenges or any grind-heavy tasks, this challenge is perfect for you. The aim here is to create drama and have fun!

This challenge is inspired by the TV show “Love Island” but with a twist and you do not have to have seen Love Island to enjoy this challenge. However, if you're curious, I recommend watching the Australian or UK versions, as they tend to be funnier and more unfiltered than the American one.

Thank you to the EA Creator Network for giving me early access to create content for you.

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I've created a Patreon for those interested in downloading the Notion template to keep track of all your islanders and progress. Notion is an online organization tool with a Pinterest-like aesthetic. My template provides a layout of the rules and space to detail each Islander. It's not necessary, but it's here if you want it.

For fans of my throwback save file, I will also be re-uploading the save there as it’s more reliable than Sims Share. Thank you for your support over the years on my YouTube channel and other socials. I hope you all enjoy the challenge!

Villa Video Update: If you aren't a builder Don't worry because I will update this post when I upload my speed build of my own villa for you to use. In that video I will also talk about the challenge rules. In the meantime, feel free to build your own or use the gallery to update a villa.

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Initial Islanders: 4 female Sims and 4 male Sims ready to be placed in the villa. They can have any traits, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs, but no skills to keep it fair.

Bombshells: An extra 2 to 4 female Sims and 2 to 4 male Sims in a separate household. These "bombshells" are ready to join and shake things up when needed. They can have traits, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs, but no skills to keep it fair.

Optional Extra:

💡If you want to be extra, you can register all of them with the labor union and use that space to write out a bio for each Sim, but it isn’t necessary.

💡 If you really want to shake things up you could make each sim have a distinct style. For example, one can be cottagecore, sporty, old money, alternative, beachy, urban, witchy, academia, Barbie, outdoorsy, etc. Here’s a list for ideas.

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Bedroom: One large bedroom with 4 double beds for couples. (And a couple extra single beds if someone gets left out.)

Bathrooms: Multiple shower and bathroom stalls upstairs and additional bathrooms near the gym and pool.

Upper Balcony: Equipped with sun loungers and couches.

Kitchen and Sitting Area: Spacious kitchen and indoor sitting area.

Sundeck: Features a large couch and firepit for eliminations and coupling ceremonies.

Outdoor Kitchen: Includes a barbecue and large bar area.

Dance Floor: Designated area for dancing.

Gym and Yoga Area: Semi-outdoor/indoor setup for exercise and yoga.

Swimming Pool: Large pool area.

Hot Tub or Onsen: Relaxation area with a hot tub or onsen.

Skill Challenge Room: Empty space like a basement to host skill challenges.

Buffet Tables and Drink Trays: Available for parties and events.

Victor Suite: Locked except when won by a gameplay challenge winner. Includes high-end objects like a computer (the only one in the house), spa massage table, fancy tub, and bed.

Secluded Date Area: Gated area to control access for private dates.

Iconic Pathway: Long pathway for eviction ceremonies.

Extras: Poohoo bush, closets, woohoo blankets, and optionally a photo booth for added fun.

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You don’t have to play with mods, these are my recommendations.

UI Cheats: Allows you to view exact relationship points by clicking the "set relationship" button under each sim's romantic relationships.

First Impressions Mod: Provides detailed explanations of sims' initial impressions.

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Weather Settings: Turn off rain, thunderstorms, snow, and blizzards in the game menu. Set seasons to the longest possible duration. Start the game in summer for a Love Island vibe.

Aging: Pause aging to preserve the contestants' ages for post-challenge play.

Free Will: Keep free will turned on to allow sims autonomy in their actions. Micro-manage only for needs; let them pretty much choose their interactions, friendships, and rivalries. The exception of the rule is if you are trying to get everyone in one area to start a gameplay challenge. But make sure you turn it back on after everyone is on their gameplay station. I recommend giving them a few hours to complete the challenge depending on what it is of course. Keep track of the order of who finishes (or stopped) the quickest.

World's: I recommend playing in Sulani or Tartosa for this challenge but the new world Ciudad Emamorada would work too (beware the villa would have to be smaller in that world though.) However, feel free to do this in any world you want but it’s best to play it in the summer season.

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Utilize the in-game calendar system to structure your Love Island challenge. Each round typically spans 4-7 days, depending on your desired pace. Here are the key daily events to plan for:

Private Date Day: Select two or three couples to enjoy a private date in a special area of the villa or off-lot.

Gameplay Challenge Day: Determine the strongest and weakest islanders through skill challenges or quality assessments. The islander with the lowest quality item or skill percentage within a time limit of around 2- 4 in game hours, will risk elimination if they lack significant relationships.

Chaos Spin Day: Introduce random events to stir up drama and unpredictability among the contestants.

Coupling and Elimination Day: Held in the evening on the last day of each round. Contestants dress in formal or party wear for the ceremony. After the first elimination, the gender with numerical advantage chooses their partner first. Those without partners face elimination. Re-coupling may occur if islanders form closer bonds during the round.

"Bombshells": Introduce 4-8 additional sims (evenly split by gender) sporadically in each round to shake up dynamics. Morning of the date day in each round is ideal for their arrival, allowing them to participate in that day’s events.

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On the first day, your goal is to have everyone meet and interact in the villa. Here’s how to get started:

Equal Numbers: Begin with an even number of males and females to form 4 couples in total.

Numbering Sims: Number each sim from 1-8 for easy reference during wheel spins.

Lovestruck Expansion: If you have the Lovestruck expansion, observe the sentiments and dynamics as the islanders interact. Pair up those with stronger connections.

Initial Dates: Start the day with a few different dates. Roll for the number of current islanders to determine who goes on dates. If a new islander or “bombshell” is entering, they will get the date. Choose their date based on sentiments, attraction, and relationship levels.

Natural Relationships: Let relationships develop naturally. Avoid interfering, but you can offer slight encouragement if you notice two sims flirting. The challenge’s fun lies in the organic unfolding of relationships.

⭐️ Keep the first day focused on introductions and initial connections to set the stage for the rest of the challenge!

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Setting Up Private Dates

Use a number roller from 1-8 (or the current number of islanders). The chosen number gets to pick their date based on:

- Attraction system

- In-game sentiments/dynamics

- First interaction

Date Execution:

Unlock the gate for the couple to access the private date area, or teleport them in.

Bombshells:

When a new bombshell arrives, they get 1-2 dates to decide who they want to couple up with.

Limit the total number of dates to 3 per day. For example, a bombshell can have up to two dates, and you can still have one date among current islanders.

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Suggested Skills for Challenges:

- Candle Making

- Cooking

- Painting

- Cross Stitching

- Gemology

- Knitting

- Woodworking

- Flower Arranging

- Media Production

- Mixology

- Nectar Making

- Fitness

- Yoga

- Rock Climbing

- Fishing

- Guitar

- Violin

- Pipe organ

- Juice fizzing

Here’s a list to spin for skill competitions

Challenge Outcomes:

- Winner: The islander with the best quality item, highest skill, timed score (depending on the skill chosen or combo of those) wins a night in the victor suite. They can invite their partner or someone else for added drama. If an unpartnered sim wins, they get a chance to invite someone and potentially steal a partner.

- Loser: The islander with the lowest quality item or skill point is at risk of leaving if they don't form significant relationships by the coupling ceremony. If it comes down to two sims, the one who lost the challenge leaves.

Tips:

☑️ Place skill-related items around the house or in a special skill room to allow sims to use them autonomously. This ensures fairness when spinning for the next challenge.

☑️ Don’t force sims to gain skills; let them choose to do so on their own. Any skill points they gain is all fair game for when it’s time for a gameplay challenge.

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This day is just to keep you on your toes. The randomness will make your experience more customized and help you determine who is good with whom. I numbered these so you can use a number randomizer to determine which one you get for today.

⭐️ You do not have to read all 45 of them right now if you don’t want to. You may skip to the elimination section.

1. Use a number randomizer to determine which girls are getting into a fight today.

2. Use a number randomizer to determine which boys are going to fight today.

3. The couple with the lowest romance is fighting today.

4. The couple with the highest romance is fighting today.

5. Someone in the couple with the lowest romance is getting cheated on today.

6. Someone in the couple with the highest romance is getting cheated on today.

7. An old villager comes back for a day to cause some drama among a couple.

8. Get some activity tables; we’re doing a group puzzle.

9. Everyone gets on the yoga mats for a yoga class.

10. Throw a party of your choice; this can include villagers who have been voted out.

11. An islander of choice must get close with another islander outside their couple.

12. A massage therapist is hired for everyone today.

13. We get a slip and slide for today.

14. We get a couple of bowling alleys for today.

15. Tanning and beach combing day (if you are in Sulani or Tartosa).

16. Use a number randomizer (1-8) to give a sim 1+ skill points for free to use in the next challenge day.

17. Use a randomizer to determine who’s being messy today and woohooing with two different sims.

18. A couple of choice gets a date alone today; a couple with the lowest romance gets a chance to work on their relationship via a date alone.

19. A couple with the highest romance gets a date alone today.

20. Everyone plays a game of basketball.

21. Everyone has to skill up one point, but they each have to do a different skill from one another (and, of course, skills used for competitions).

22. The losers and winners of the last gameplay challenge day go head-to-head in a redo of the competition.

23. A new bromance occurs today.

24. It’s just me and the girls. Two girls get to be friends today.

25. A friendship occurs between a male and female who aren’t attracted to each other.

26. Everyone makes a friendship bracelet.

27. Throw a house party.

28. Throw a dance party.

29. Throw a pool party.

30. A sudden death occurs. You must kill off a sim; roll from 1-8 to determine who dies.

31. An engagement?! Roll 1-8 to see who’s getting engaged with their current coupled-up partner.

32. Tanning! Everyone just works on their tan today. (Maybe an enemy sabotages someone’s tan.)

33. Get a photo studio; let’s take some pictures for the house.

34. Everyone plays a card game.

35. We take everyone to another lot.

36. Take all of the girls to another lot.

37. Take all of the boys to another lot.

38. A double elimination occurs. The two people with the lowest gameplay challenge score go home.

39. They’re back! A female player that was voted out comes back for the next round.

40. They’re back! A male player that was voted out comes back for the next round.

41. Drama! Three islanders go on a date together in hopes of two coupling up.

42. Use the woohoo blanket.

43. Everyone plays darts or foosball.

44. Use a number randomizer to determine who’s getting a secret lover on Cupid’s corner outside of the household.

45. Throw a costume party and have everyone wear a random outfit from the costume trunk.

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The first elimination is based purely on the islander who loses the initial challenge, because not everyone might of made a romantic connection yet.

All other eliminations will be based on who has the lowest relationship(s) and ranking in gameplay challenge.

Set up challenge stations in a large room, like a basement.

Randomize the gameplay challenges for a fun and unpredictable experience. Choose skills that produce items with a quality rating or judge by the highest skill points achieved in a set time.

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Observing Interactions:

Pay attention to Sims naturally interacting, especially if they're already coupled but start talking or flirting with others.

If two Sims start being flirty around each other alone often, you can nudge the relationship by having them flirt once or twice to see if they will keep it going.

Recoupling:

A Sim might choose to recouple if their bond with another Sim grows stronger.

In a love triangle, the Sim that has the least connections (romantic and friend wise) and ranked the lowest among in the gameplay challenges, is the one that will be eliminated.

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Let Cheating Happen: If a Sim cheats, let it play out naturally. Don't intervene in saving Sims if they die; it's part of the challenge. Butlers or maids can be hired to manage the cleaning.

No Careers at the start: None of the Sims should have a career initially. However, you can write them a bio if desired.

Adapt as Needed: If you don’t have a certain pack for a skill or activity, replace it with something you do have.

Managing Needs: Assign a bedtime to ensure needs are met. In the morning, control them to shower and eat. The first Sim up makes breakfast unless you have a hired butler or maid.

Encourage Flirting: It's okay to make Sims flirt or chat generally whenever you like, but for new romances, only initiate flirting once or twice to get things started. Do this only if you notice Sims getting flirty around each other often, as Sims usually won't start a romance autonomously without a mod. After that, don't intervene. If the romance doesn't progress, it wasn't meant to be. Follow their social cues and wants to let you know who they like.

Unlimited Funds: This challenge isn’t about money, so feel free to use the "rosebud" cheat as much as you like. 😉

Rewards: The winners could win the villa and you can renovate it in their style. Alternatively, use them in another challenge.

Questions and Feedback: If you need any clarifications, feel free to ask. If you try out this challenge, tag me! Use the #ts4romanticreef

Sul sul! 🌹

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Break-In 4

Character: God the Bounty Hunter

Warnings: this drabble includes elements which may be dark. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

The man’s presence is enough to drive you away. You’re better for it as you’ve been procrastinating on your errands for far too long. Groceries, bills, all that sort of living business. When you get back to your apartment, he’s gone. The only trace left of him is a neatly folded cluster of bills. Your home is starting to feel like a hotel. 

Like the shadow he drifts in and out like, the man fades into the background of your life. Your day off shoots by too quickly and you’re back at work. You slog through the days and each night come home to an empty apartment. Your life rolls back into the usual pattern. 

The only blip on your radar is a work party. Nothing big, a small get together to send off Kendra to her new job. You go down to a bar just around the corner from the office and have a round of beer and well wishes. You’ll miss the bubbly new graduate but you’re happy for her nonetheless. Better than staying six years, working and living the same day in and out. 

Randy and Darren leave first, they have families. You stay behind with Morgan, Kendra, Aaron, and Jill. It’s easier to limit yourself when you’re the one paying but your coworkers are far too generous and you won’t refuse a free drink. It’s been so long since you let yourself indulge. 

After you polish off a shared plate of greasy nachos, you disperse. It’s late. After eleven. This is going to do you now favours tomorrow. You foresee a painful morning beneath fluorescent lights and the glare of a spreadsheet. 

As you turn onto your street, the soft haze of your drunkenness recedes. You’re suddenly very aware of your surroundings. A woman, drunk, walking home in the dark. You should have had some water. You can’t tell if the echo of your steps is in your head or a drunken illusion. 

You turn your head and check your peripheral. You are not alone. Your heart beats picks up. You’re paranoid. Other people can be out on the street. Even so, you hurry to get to your building. 

The second pair of steps don’t follow you inside. You get past the interior door and the heavy clunk of the lock comforts you. You head upstairs and drag your feet down the hallways. You shuffle inside and slide the chain into place. 

You drop your purse and your keys and yawn. You don’t make it to the bedroom. You fall onto the couch, ready to pass out. You’re saved from falling asleep with your shoes on by a clatter. Your head pops up in the lull that follows and you listen.  

The balcony door clicks and grinds. You sit up, bobbling, as it opens from the other side. A screen claws in your chest but you can’t get it out. That man enters. He doesn’t look happy. 

You blink and stare. He slams the door and you wince. He looks around the apartment without expression. 

“Hi?” You blabber. 

He looks at you. He doesn’t say a word as he comes forward. He passes behind the couch as he unzips his jacket. To your surprise, he hangs it over yours by the door. He picks up your purse and keys and puts them on the square table. 

He unties his boots and leaves them on the mat. He turns and nears the other side of the low coffee table. He stands across from you as his hand goes to the knife sheathed from his harness. You gulp. 

“You’re drunk,” he accuses. 

Your eyes round and you nod. 

“And late.” 

You nod again. 

He doesn’t say anything else. He disappears into the kitchen and you watch him over the counter. You shake your head and giggle. This isn’t real. You’re that drunk. You’re probably still face down and dreaming. 

He comes out of the kitchen but turns down the hall instead. Your bedroom door opens on its squeaky hinges and you hear a heavy clink. When he returns, he nears you. You have no time to react before he scoops you up. 

“Woah! Hey!” You can’t help but giggle again, this time nervously. “What are you doing?” 

He doesn’t answer you. He carries you to your room and puts you on the bed. He grabs the glass of water beneath the glow of the bedside lamp. “Drink.” 

“I’m fine.” 

He moves the glass closer, hovering it in front of your face. You relent and take it. He's right. You drink, still convinced it’s some twisted dream. 

He backs up and goes to your tall dresser. He opens a drawer and you choke. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” 

He ignores you again. When he approaches the bed, he tosses down a pile of fabric. You glance down at the plain white tee shirt and checkered pajama shorts. You grimace, “thank you?” 

He taps the side of the glass. You sigh and finish the rest of it. He retreats to the door and stops in the frame. His broad shoulders fill it easily. 

“Sleep on your stomach.” 

He leaves you with those words and an open door. You set the empty glass down. It’s helping dilute the alcohol but being sober means being aware. This is strange. It’s like he’s mad at you for not being there. He said you were late? For what? 

You shake your head and grab the tee shirt. You can’t sleep in your work clothes. 

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pairing ; astarion x (rogue) gender neutral!reader

summary ; a few failed attempts at picking a lock causes you more than enough embarrassment for you, yet Astarion finds it highly amusing.

other info ; based on a true story where my Tav failed 4 times to unlock a door and after switching to Astarion, he does it first try >:( Tav even had a guaranteed 7~11 bonus too. set in act one just as you get into the Underdark. first time writing for him be gentle please :')

warnings ; swearing, a kiss, and suggestive themes in this but nothing too wild!

word count ; 4.1k

The journey down into the Underdark had been tiresome. A few goblins remained at the camp that were hungry for a fight and after spending way too long trying to solve the puzzle in the temple, you were ready to rest. The outpost you found yourself at seemed to be a safe place to set up camp - tall stone walls, a portcullis with a lever on the inside, and whatever those beams of light were that incinerated an angry looking minotaur moments ago. Yes, it would be safer inside here. Everyone else seemed to think so, too.

Gale, Wyll and Karlach began the very important task of searching through the old crates and boxes to check for any edible food, while Shadowheart and Lae'zel took opposite ends to look for anything important that could aid you in your journey - notes, books, signs of life nearby. You decided to check for traps, not entirely trusting that this outpost was as safe as it seemed. It made sense to ask Astarion to join you, the ongoing joke about the two rogues being tasked to scout out everywhere before settling down repeating in your mind, but when you turned to ask for him you found that he was no longer standing behind you. No matter, you thought. You had enough trap disarming kits and lockpicks to keep you company.

The room to your left was bare, with only a few rotted crates and furniture that had seen better days. Lots of moon iconography too, though that was to be expected considering this was an outpost for Selûne. Part of you wanted to go check on Shadowheart and get her opinion on this place - for no reason other than pure curiosity. 

You stuck your head out of the room to check to make sure no one had gotten injured or found anything of note down in the main room. Karlach had moved on from checking boxes and was now assessing a few weapons she had found, calling over Lae'zel to check them out as well. Shadowheart stood in front of the large statue, a frown on her face. You couldn't work out what she was thinking and the gentle pressure of your tadpole behind your eye reminded you that you weren't going to know. Not until you asked her in person. 

You then spotted Astarion, ever helpful when it came to readying the new spot for camp. He perched on an old granite bench, lazily flipping through a book he had found. You were slightly irked that his attention was elsewhere but it meant that if you found anything interesting around you had first dibs. Darting across the walkway you approach the other gate. This one was locked, rusted and old. 

A locked door couldn't keep you out.

You crouched to eye level with the lock, hands instinctively finding where you kept your lockpicks. It should be simple enough - you could pick locks in your sleep. The appearance of the lock was what concerned you, though. Rust had built up over the long years of abandonment and it could prove deadly for your picks if you weren’t careful. 

Slowly as to not jam the lock, you began the intricate process of inserting in a pin, moving, waiting, listening for a click. The sound of the pins grinding against iron made you frown, pausing in your attempt to make sure nothing was breaking. With your picks intact, you continued turning.

A loud gasp caused you to flinch, breaking your steady grasp on your picks and hearing the dreaded 'snap' of metal. Shit.

You turned to see what the commotion was - Gale and Wyll stood around an old, rotted burlap sack, a handful of mouldy vegetables laying at their feet. Shadowheart approached them and you heard Gale explaining how an infestation of bugs were eating at an old carrot and it spooked them. 

You rolled your eyes at the situation, trying to get back into the groove of it. Breaking a lockpick was bound to happen, it wasn’t that big of a deal. You pull out another pick, ready to try again. Sometimes locks were easy. Sometimes they were bastards to crack. This one was proving to be a pain in your ass as you heard the familiar sound of metal snapping again.

“Shit.” The tip of the pick had broken off and you were now down another. Best of three, you told yourself as you took out another lockpick and hoped to anything that was watching you that this would be the final attempt. 

There was an uncomfortable wriggling sensation behind your eye for a moment as you lost focus, the sudden shift in movement from your tadpole causing your guard to go up. And for another one of your lockpicks to break. You’re blaming the tadpole for that one.

"I thought you said you were good at this?" Astarion's voice carried as you turned to look at him, not appreciating how now everyone knew you were failing at the one thing you were around for. It was just a bad streak of luck! The next attempt will be it, you could feel it.

You looked back at the lock. "I am." The scattered remains of old lockpicks said otherwise.

"That's the third lockpick you've broken. I'm starting to wonder if you even know what you're doing." He crouched beside you, a grin on his face. "Perhaps you should leave it to the professionals in future."

You grit your teeth at his comment, pulling out another pick for your fourth attempt. Growing up with dexterous hands and a knack for getting into places you weren't supposed to had prepared you for moments like this. Yet the one time you wanted a quick break the universe cursed you. Maybe it was Selûne looking down and preventing you from entering this room. Had you not wished to be smited by the God in a place dedicated to her you would show her a rather rude gesture right now. If your hands weren't full you would show it to Astarion, too.

The tension wrench felt heavy in your hand as you removed it from the lock, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to loosen up. Astarion hadn't moved, instead taking great joy at seeing you mess up a task you had bragged about being so good at many times before. This wasn't like you. You were quick to blame it on how tired you were feeling. That was it - you were tired. Tiredness, tadpoles, bugs. All excuses no one would believe. And now with Astarion looming over your shoulder watching you as you gently twisted the pick to position, you were determined to not mess this one up.

Your heart pounded in your chest, soon the only thing you could hear as you tried to keep focused on listening for the click of the lock unlocking. 

“Are you actually moving it? Or are you hoping it will do the work for you?” Astarion asked, breaking your concentration.

"Be quiet." You shifted in your position and very slowly tilted your hand to the left. Nothing. No click of it opening and no snapping of the pick breaking. It was slow progress, but good progress. The pick was still intact - that’s all you cared about.

You could hear the smug smile as Astarion spoke up again, "All I’m saying is that it’s certainly a choice you're making."

"Hush." You twist it to the right. Still nothing. Maybe it wasn’t you, maybe the lock was the problem? It had to be, you were doing everything right!

“Have you tried--”

Snap. 

You took in a deep breath, eyes closed to hold in your frustration at this stupid lock and its stupid inability to open. Was this how Karlach felt before she raged? Maybe you should ask her about it. Once you were calmer, of course. Right now you just wanted to get into this room and find something good and then go to sleep. Gods, you needed some sleep.

“What a shame. Bested by a rusty lock.” Astarion shook his head in feign sorrow, hand over his heart. “How ever are we to move on from this? Whatever shall we do?”

“I don’t see you making an attempt at it,” you mumbled, standing upright and giving the lock a glare as if that would shatter it.

He smiled, head tilted and arms folded. “But it’s already in such capable hands.”

“Do you want to try?” You gestured to the lock, knowing you only had one set of lockpicks left and that he most definitely had a few tucked away in his own bag somewhere. There was a time where you had a slight disagreement over who would be the designated lockpicker but it was decided you would alternate. Or it would be down to whoever found the lock - whichever was first.

“Are you asking for help?” he asked. 

"No, I'm offering for you to have a go."

“So you are asking for help.” 

You clenched your teeth, avoiding eye contact with him as you willed everything inside of you to utter the words he so desperately wanted to hear. “Will you help me with this lock?”

He held a hand up to his ear and you shook your head, refusing to indulge in this ridiculous game he was attempting to play. “Did you say something, my dear?” he asked, grinning as you crossed your arms over your chest and sighed deeply.

“Astarion, my dear, dear friend. Would you please do me the honours of helping me with this lock, for I simply cannot open it without you,” you deadpanned, though it seemed to be enough for him.

“Of course I’ll help. You only had to ask,” he replied with a gentle applause. “We’ll make an actor out of you yet!” He waved for you to step aside from the door, lockpicks in hand as he stood where you once were and assessed the situation. “I hope you’re taking notes.”

You watched as he got to work, crouching beside him like he did with you as he repeated the actions you were doing moments ago. He wasn’t doing anything different, in fact you noticed he was copying what he saw you doing on your third attempt. You waited for the snapping of metal, but it never came. He furrowed his brows as he leaned closer to the lock, and with one final twist you heard the sound of it unlocking. The lock hung loosely on the gate.

"Was that meant to be difficult?" He stood as the lock then fell to the floor, tucking his lockpicks away in a quick motion. “Honestly, if you wanted me to help you from the start you should’ve said something.” 

You stood quickly, bewildered at how easy he made it look. The gate groaned loudly as he pushed it open, giving a grand gesture for you to enter first followed by a wink. If it weren't for the smug look on his face you would have thanked him for it; instead you sulked past him, irritated that he now had something to hang over your head for the next few hours. It was something you noticed he did early on, whether it was because you both had roguish tendencies and there was an unspoken competition between you both, or perhaps he enjoyed being better at something you wanted to do. Either way, you were not about to live this down anytime soon.

The room, now that you were inside, lacked  anything interesting in it. A locked door always meant something good was behind it but the more you searched the less you found. Rotten food, old clothes, an old book with pages lost to time. The failed attempts at getting here hardly seemed worth it now. You lit the candles as you went, the warmth from the light putting you at ease. Everything felt a little safer now that you could see. Astarion lingered by the doorway, peering to his right to see what was inside an old crate.

“All that effort for some rotten food…” He nudged a piece of rubble with his foot and you turned, giving him a look.

“At least I was looking around for things,” you said. It was no secret that Astarion found setting up and taking down camp a tedious task - it was no one's preferred job to do but everyone had their role. You had found him on several occasions sweet talking Wyll or Karlach into doing all his heavy lifting, and there was one time you were swept up under his charm and ended up doing his washing up for him. There was one theory that was stuck in your head that he did it because he knew it got under your skin. He had made many comments about how amusing it was to see you irritated at something. 

“And you found a room with nothing in it.” He huffed quietly and you turned your back to him to continue your search. There had to be something, why else would this room be locked?

You were about to give up and accept your loss when something caught your eye. Sitting atop a small alcove in the far end of the room was an ornate chest with delicate gold details engraved onto a dark wood. You noticed a keyhole but no key nearby. Of course it's most likely locked. Selûne must be having a field day watching you fail to rob her acolytes of anything worthy.

You caught Astarion's gaze as you moved with a speed only reserved for combat, heading towards the chest. When the lid of the chest didn't move when you tried to lift it up, you grinned. Now was your time to prove yourself. Not that you needed to prove yourself to anyone, especially Astarion, but the irritation of failure was eating away inside of you and you needed to show him you could do the one thing you thought you were good at. 

No. You knew you were good at this. 

"Are you sure you have it in you, darling?" His voice was low as he approached behind you, looking at the chest. “I would hate for you to break another set of picks.”

You had one set left that was intact. Who knew when you would be able to find another? The odds weren’t stacked in your favour. It was painful for you to do this. You picked up your pride and turned to face Astarion, the smile on his face only added fuel to the fire but you refused to stoop to his level. With a forced politeness you stepped aside, allowing him direct access to the chest.

"By all means, be my guest." You gestured to the lock as he approached, lockpicks in hand again.

"I'm always around for private lessons if you ever need a refresher on how to do this. You'll find I am very good with my hands," he said, repeating a similar motion to what he did at the gate. Your cheeks flushed at the comment and you forced away any images of what a private lesson on lockpicking would look like. For some reason you didn't think there would be much lockpicking involved.

“It’s just a bad streak. I’ll be back on my game in no time,” you mumbled as he hummed in response, pausing to look up at you. “And then you can go back to looking pretty while I do all the hard work.”

“Looking pretty is hard work. Someone has to do it.” He gave you a grin, going back to twisting the picks in different directions to see which would work. You watched him work, eyes darting from his hands to his face and then settling on staring directly at the keyhole. It felt rather intimate to watch him so closely, the way his brows creased in focus or how his head tilted to hear better. Nimble fingers made quick work of the lock, the satisfying click being music to both of your ears.

You were quick to lift open the lid before he could, having been the one to find this after all. Inside was a coin pouch, a few spell scrolls and a couple of gems that looked like they could be worth a lot. Was it worth all the effort? You were hoping for something incredible, but it was better than nothing. Reaching for the coin pouch your hand collided with Astarion’s, who had a similar idea to you.

“Now then, it’s only fair that I take a higher cut. After all I did most of the work here,” he said, taking a hold of your wrist to push your hand away. The cold touch caught you off guard, and though there wasn’t any hostility behind it you wondered what lengths he would go to to get a bigger share of the loot.

You frowned at him, twisting your arm out of his grip in a quick motion. “I found the godsdamn thing! It’s not my fault I had issues with the lock.” Glancing quickly back at the coin pouch, you decided to make another grab for it. Astarion had the same idea - rogues always seemed to think alike, you thought - as you both lunged for the leather pouch. Hands pushed hands away and shoulders tried to push each other away from the chest. A rather strong shove from you caused the chest to fall to the floor with a large clatter, the contents of it spilling out onto the floor in front of you. The shove had also caused Astarion to lose his balance, grabbing onto you as he tumbled backwards to the ground bringing you with him. 

You landed on top of him, hitting your head against his shoulder with an uncomfortable groan. The coin pouch had fallen behind where Astarion laid and the spell scrolls fell out and landed elsewhere. There was a moment of silence as you sat up, the positioning of you both causing your cheeks to warm up in embarrassment. 

"If this was your plan all along it would have been easier for you to simply say so," he said, leaning on his elbows once you had moved.

"You think I fucked up picking a lock just to try and get us into a compromising position?" you laughed, though it certainly looked that way to an outsider. Astarion sat upright, the both of you now almost flush with each other. You felt his hands rest gently on your hips, fingers digging in ever so slightly. 

"Are you certain you don't want me to refresh your memory on the art of lockpicking?" he asked, a hand running up your side. "I'm a very good teacher."

You tried to keep your thoughts from wandering. It was proving difficult as you kept Astarion's gaze, his eyes moving from your own to your lips and back. "I think I'll pass for now. I'm normally good at it, you know this."

"Yet here I am, saving the day," he said with a grin, the annoyed look on your face only adding to his enjoyment at this moment. His hand brushed against your cheek, moving down to lift your chin up slightly. There was something different about all this yet you couldn't place your finger on what it was.

"My hero. However can I repay you?" you asked, not sounding at all interested in repaying him for helping. His eyes looked over your neck, and if you were going to repay him, at least it could be something you had done before. "Did you want to…?" You exposed your neck to him. It came as a shock to you when he shook his head.

"Later, perhaps. I would hate to use up all our fun here and now," he replied, running a finger down the main vein in your neck, the touch barely there. His hand continued downward, stopping at your chest. In another strange shock he laid it atop of your heart as you felt it quicken. It made sense why he would want to feel it, you supposed, but given the circumstances it did throw you off guard.

You placed your hand atop his, feeling the coolness of his skin against yours. The sounds of the others melted away until it felt like it was just you both in the room, hands on top of each other, listening to the rhythm of your heart beat. You wondered what he was thinking as you studied his face, trying to get a hint of his thoughts. His eyes were focused on your hand, and only when you shifted slightly did he blink and look up at you. 

"Alright?" you asked softly, giving his hand a very gentle squeeze.

"Perfect," he muttered in response, pulling at the top of your shirt to bring you closer to him. 

"This isn't going to give you a bigger cut, you know," you mumbled when you felt your nose bump against his. How quickly things changed between you, you thought. Somehow you always found yourself here, like this, with him. It was like some force was pulling you towards him constantly.

He smiled at you. "Ah, a shame. You foiled my plan." In one quick move, he closed the gap between you both. The kiss was unexpectedly soft, especially given the circumstances. Your hands rested on his chest and you felt one of his arms loop around your lower back, pulling you closer towards him. It was nothing like the hunger and desire you felt all those nights ago after the party. This was gentle. Delicate. Like one wrong move could break you both, the same way you had broken many lockpicks moments before. It was everything you didn't expect to feel when kissing Astarion, and you wondered why. He pulled you flush against him, your hands tangled in his hair and savouring the moment. He removed his right hand from you to prop himself upright, the other staying at the small of your back, keeping you in place. The moment was perfect; nothing could break it.

"Food is ready!" Gale's voice appeared in your mind, arcane echoes lingering behind as you recognized the use of the message spell. At least he didn't yell it out loud and gave away your location, you thought. You pulled away from Astarion, his face contorting into a look of annoyance as you assumed he got a similar message in his mind as well.

"I'd prefer it if we didn't hear the others in our heads when we do this," he complained as you climbed off of him quickly, not wanting anyone to catch you like this.

"Could've been worse. Could've used the tadpoles to tell us," you said, pushing yourself up to your feet and holding a hand out for Astarion to take.

"He would have been met with some rather…" he paused to look you up and down with a grin, "interesting images then." He took hold of your hand as you helped him up and didn't let go for a little longer than normal. You shot him a playful glare, letting go of his hand as you began to collect up the loot that had fallen on the floor.

As you picked up the final spell scroll, you noticed a lack of coin pouch. With a frown you turned to Astarion to ask him if he had seen it. He held it in his hand, counting out coins in the other. That bastard.

"How did you…" You approached him slowly.

He paused in the counting and grinned. "You're easily distracted." 

"You know what? Take it. You deserve it at this point, with all the picking locks and distracting me," you said, waving him off. It was annoying but there wasn't much you could do at this point. You'd take the gems and hoped they would sell well. Once you had gathered everything up, you gave Astarion one last look. He held out the pouch for you. 

"Your cut."

"Thanks…?" You blinked, and when he didn't elaborate you took it from him slowly, waiting for there to be a hidden meaning behind it. Your fingers brushed against his as you pocketed the money quickly, ignoring the feeling of warmth in your chest at the touch. There was a moment where neither of you moved, unspoken words left lingering in the air as you thought through what to say. After everything that happened between you both you could never find the right words to speak after a moment like this. Instead, you gave him a nod and left the room, heading back downstairs to the others.

Camp was slowly being set up. Most people had their tents sorted and Gale was serving up food, explaining in depth to Wyll what he had done with the supplies that were given to him. You placed the loot on one of the granite benches for the others to sort through later, spotting Astarion joining the group when you turned back.

He gave you a soft smile, and you smiled back. 

[tinydefector]

Kinktober Day 5 - Group sex/ wet & messy

TFP Arcee x Insecticons

Heheheheh here's part two of my wife getting her a colony. Last thing for tonight because damn I'm tired but wanted to finish this and post it.

Day 4

Day 6

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Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: group sex, breeding, blow job, fingerings, oral, Laying eggs,

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Arcee's ventilations quickened as the Insecticons digits delicately pressed into her valve, coaxing her open with a soft touch that sent shivers down her frame. The offer to become their Queen and form an alliance hung in the air, a proposition that stirred a mix of fear and desire within her spark. 

Their digits press deeper into her, moving and working her open as transfluid leaks from her valve and spike. "That's it little femme, just relax" they coo. Their own interface panel sliding away as their spike pressurises.

Arcee's optics widened in a mixture of fear and apprehension. The sheer size and intensity of the impending interface filled her with a sense of unease, the realisation of what was to come sparking a primal instinct to flee. The pressure against her spike only heightened her anxiety, "Please... I-I don't know if I can handle this," Arcee's voice quivered, a tremor of fear lacing her words. 

 "It will fit," they hum, pulling their digits from her valve and moving to press her into the bedding as they hover over her, spike resting against her valve before they press in. Arcee's vocalizer emitted a string of fragmented words, her processor struggling to keep up with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her frame as they pulling her flush against them, elicited a sharp pain that jolted through her circuits, causing her to gasp in discomfort 

Another set of servos trace her faceplate making her optics snap to the other Insecticon who clicks softly. "Wait, wait, I-I don't know if I'm ready for this," Arcee's voice quivered, 

As the Insecticons spike pressed deeper making her plating move in discomfort. 

The unfamiliar sensation of the spike against the silica of her gestation chamber, sending a jolt of fear through her systems. The barbs of their spike lock her in place as she struggles against them, unable to get away. A few others move in gently holding her up enough as they watch her plating move "Easy, easy. The sensation will subside" they purr while slowly grinding their spike deeper. 

“she will be a perfect little queen for us” another states, mandibles brushing her face as they pull her into a kiss. a series of strained sounds leave her as she melts into the touch. 

Even more transfluid gushes from her, as the others nuzzle closely. Digits working her spike as she arches into each touch coolant running down her faceplate, whether from the pheromones, overstimulation or situation. She rocks her hips back against them making their spike press deeper into the chamber. 

 They slowly begin pumping a fluid into her chamber, it has Arcee keening and whining as it makes her systems meltdown, eager for more but at the same time screaming out for it to stop. "Tell us what you need little femme" another con click softly to her. 

 a series of desperate sounds leave her as she grabs hold of the one currently filling her to the brim. "I-I need... more," Arcee's voice trembled, the words barely audible amidst the whimpers and whines that escaped her. 

"More of what sweet one?" They rumble slowly pulling away as transfluid gushes from her,  she tries to grab them and pull them back but its another Insecticon which takes their place, leaning down to run their glossa against her spike and gushing valve, eagerly lapping up as much as they can. 

Her vocalizer, usually reserved and controlled, now spilled forth with a torrent of words, a mixture of desire and desperation. "More... more please, feel empty," Arcee's voice wavered, the plea laced with a hunger she had never known before. their insistent hums against her throat cables, stirred something primal within her, urging her to give in to the overwhelming pheromones. 

The others slowly move in, clicking and calling “easy little femme, relax we'll give you what you need” another coos. Servos traces up her frame as they kiss her, touch her and watch as she Withers as the other slowly thrust into her, another's mouth moved to her spike, sucking it slowly, Arcee erupted with a cascade of pleas and gasps. "Yes, yes, don't stop... please, fill me," she whimpered, her frame quivering against the small swarm gathered around her. 

She doesn't know how long she had been there or how many times they had taken her but when one of their spikes began to swell and lock in place, a sharp cry of pain escaped her vocalizer. frame tensing in confusion and uncertainty. "What's happening?" she exclaimed, hot vented air gushes from her as she struggles slightly against their hold. 

 Insecticon spoke softly. "Giving you your brood my queen" sent a shiver down Arcee’s spinal strut as her plating aches to accommodate. she managed to gasp out, As the first egg fill her gestation chamber. "It's too much... please," she cries out, her frame trembling with the strain of the sensation. 

"Shhh it won't hurt for long, we prepared you for this" they hum, as more eggs pump into her. Despite their attempts to soothe her, the relentless pumping of more eggs into her gestation chamber continued, each one adding to her distress and discomfort. 

As more eggs began to weigh her on her tank heavily Arcee's protests grew louder, her vocalizer filling the chamber with a cacophony of pleas and cries. "I can't... I can't take this," she cries out, her voice tinged with a sense of defeat and resignation. 

"Yes you can sweet Queen, we will look after you, almost finished " many of them coo at her whisperering praise as the litter kisses and licks against her. As the last egg is resting in her chamber the Insecticon pulls away, leaving others rush to her cooing and click as they lower her into the nest.

Body's pressed against her as they begin tending to her. Cleaning between her legs and bringing energon to her. "Rest, we will talk about your team once you have recharged" they coo softly. 

"Wait... my team," Arcee's voice quivered with apprehension, her optics wide with fear as they mentioned discussing her team once she had recharged. The thought of her team's safety in the hands of the Insecticons sent a wave of panic through her circuits, her worries bubbling to the surface in a torrent of words. "I need to know they're safe," she pleaded, her voice filled with a desperate urgency 

"They aren't here little queen, we will talk once you rest, and make sure you have fueled. If you wish to leave the nest we will follow" they state while others cuddle around her.

Arcee's spark fluttered with a mix of apprehension and unease as the Insecticons reassured her that her team was not present, urging her to rest and refuel before they would discuss further. 

But the gentle buzzing and warm embrace of the Insecticons as they cuddled around her offered a strange sense of comfort amidst the chaos of everything. She doesn't remember the last time she had energon this sweet nor being able to recharge so swiftly. 

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Nectarine

Pairing: Tangerine x Black!OFC (Unnamed)

Warnings: Unprotected P in V, Smut, Filth, Drugs, Alcohol, Almost attempted murder.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: In my mind, this is the first time something like this has ever happened to him and he can't deal. He'll have to simply kill two people instead of one now.

Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling

My thighs are apart for when you’re ready to breathe in

Suck me up I’m healing for the shit you’re dealing

High, motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you are mine

-x-

He felt absolutely wired.

He placed the tab on his tongue, and tipped his glass between his lips. It took a while for it to kick in. He was sure it was because of his high tolerance.

"Well shit." He mumbled, fully aware that he was going down that route again. He quickly pushed the concern to the back of his mind, choosing to focus on the warmth in his chest from the vodka and the bass vibrating through his body.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Tangerine loved to dance. The last time he had a target in a place like this, he made the mistake of doing a few lines of blow and losing about 2-4 hours on a crowded floor.

Tangerine had a semi-clear head tonight. He had about an hour and change to find his mark and meet Lemon back at the hotel. He checked his phone again to scroll through his messages and find the original request. Some old fart put a hit out on his girlfriend that he suspected was stealing from him and cheating. The reaction was unwarranted. Overdramatic and low stakes, even. But it was good money and he wasn't being paid to judge.

All he had to do was slip something in her drink and leave. It was one of the less messy tasks, and he was just happy he would be able to finish in time to get some sleep. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, Tangerine scanned the crowd again looking for the middle-aged blonde from the photos when his eyes distractedly landed on someone else.

He saw her in the middle of the floor, dancing with a guy who could barely keep up. He had his hands on her hips and she grinded into his pelvis with the slow sensuality of someone who barely registered that he was there. Her eyes were closed, and her lower lip was latched between her teeth, as she rode the rhythm of the song. She was the only one in the vicinity wearing jeans and sneakers and he wondered how she got into a club with such a strict dress code. He suddenly felt self conscious in his suit, which was an extraordinary fucking feat in most circumstances.

The only way she could get in was if she had an in. Who was she here with?

When the song changed, she turned to her dance partner and leaned up on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear before walking away. In his direction. Even though his heartbeat was thudding in his ears—maybe it was the drugs...or maybe it was the music—he coolly regarded her as she leaned against the bar, resting her elbows against the counter. The top she wore rode up a bit as she stretched, exposing a belly button ring and part of an intricate tattoo along her side. He took in her confident stature, and the way she seemed completely disenchanted with the crowd around her. He caught himself watching the way she pursed her lips and her wide brown eyes scanned the area looking for...something. The girl absentmindedly twirled a braid around her index finger before turning her back to address the bartender.

He inwardly groaned at the way her jeans hugged her hips and thighs, and the curve of her ass. As if reading his thoughts she turned to look at him over her shoulder, brushing her braids over her back. She looked him up and down before they locked eyes.

He wasn’t sure if it was the molly, the bouncing lights, or the liquor swimming through his veins...but he noticed something wild and fiery about her gaze.

Then she smirked at him.

-x-

She groaned, latching her leg around his hips as he pressed rough kisses down her neck.

Bracing her against the wall, he rolled his hips against the front of her jeans, growing increasingly frustrated with the fabric between them. She pushed his jacket from his shoulders onto the floor, and pulled at the back of his shirt, scratching his back in the process. His dick jumped in response, and she sucked air between her teeth as he sucked on the sensitive skin of her collarbone.

“You know,” she said breathlessly, reaching up to tug sharply at his hair, “you caught me in a good mood. I don't usually do this.”

He grinned, and spun her around, pushing her front against the bathroom stall door. He thrust his hips against her ass, and she dropped her head to the side in a blissful sigh.

“There’s a first for everything, love,” he whispered in her ear. He tugged on her lobe with his teeth, inching his hands around her hips to unbutton her jeans. “What do they call you?”

She chuckled and he felt the vibration throughout his body as she pressed herself closer and arched her back.

“I'm Nobody, to you.”

“You wanna be a smartass?” his hand slipped down the front of her jeans, teasing the waistband of her panties. She reached her arm back to gently scratch the back of his neck, earning her a shudder. He dipped his hand lower between her thighs, before pressing two fingers firmly against her slick nub.

“God,” she breathed. He could smell a mixture of cranberry and mint on her breath. He leaned forward to suck her lower lip between his teeth, while his other hand snaked around her neck and gently squeezed.

“Oh fuck, oh please,” she whimpered, reaching behind her to press her hand to the front of his pants. He rocked his hips against her, and slipped his hand lower to slip two fingers into her. She cried out in response, pressing her ass harder against his dick.

“Please what?” he demanded, kissing down the back of her neck, “Use your big girl words.”

He could feel her body shaking as her breathing quickened. He pressed his palm her clit, rubbing in small quick circles and a brief cry escaped her lips.

“I-" He watched her scratch the paint off the door of the bathroom stall as a deep shudder raked her frame.

“Say it,” he whispered to her, slowing the pace of his hand.

“I need it,” she whined, rolling her hips against the front of his pants. She pulled his hand from her jeans and sucked his thick fingers between her lips, tasting herself. 

It took everything in him not to blackout when he spun her around and pulled her into a deep kiss to taste her on her tongue. Her jeans slipped over her hips, and he slipped his hands under her panties and over her ass. He almost didn't notice her hands expertly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. His mind momentarily went blank when we felt her warm hand wrap around him, and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Fuck,” he whispered hoarsely. She bit her lip as she ran her thumb along the head of his dick, and then pushed his pants to the floor. The look in her eyes alone made him ravenous with a hunger he hadn’t felt in ages. He wrapped her thighs around his hips and kissed her deeper, tasting more of her on his tongue while his hand palmed her ass. She gripped his hair in her fist, and tilted his head to the side, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. They both gasped sharply when he brushed against her clit.

“God, right there,” she moaned, teasing his earring with the tip of her tongue. 

He slowly eased into her, and she tossed her head back with a satisfied smile on her lips. She fit perfectly around him. His heart pounded in his ears when his hips thrust against her and she pulled him closer.

“Fuck!” She arched her back in ecstasy and rolled her hips against him, forcing a gasp from his lips. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, sucking on the skin just above her bra cup. He pulled it down and wrapped his lips around her hardened left nipple, tugging it with his teeth and earning him a shrill cry when he teased the right with his fingers.She bucked against his every thrust, letting out short, loud grunts.

She let out a deep, hoarse cry.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he cooed to her, "Let go."

He pulled his hand away from her breast and slipped it between them, rubbing her clit with his thumb and sending her into a frenzy. He felt her tighten around him, causing him to swallow hard. 

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she whimpered resting her forehead on his shoulder. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. Tangerine picked up the speed of his thrusts when he felt himself getting closer, and he spun her around to push her against the opposite wall for support, “I said look at me.” 

She squeezed her thighs around him tighter, and when her dark brown eyes met his, they both shuddered and she dug her nails into his arm as she climaxed. At the same time, she tightened around him and bounced faster against his hips, riding the wave of pleasure for as long as she could. He felt his resolve slipping. He clutched her tighter against his body with one arm, while the other gripped her thigh tightly as he fucked her against the wall. 

“Fuck!” He cried as he felt the familiar warmth flood his stomach. He gave one final thrust deep into her as he groaned hoarsely against her shoulder and tried to catch his breath. He felt her fingers gently play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and he almost felt his legs give out. 

She left small kisses along his skin, and he hissed as she slid off of him. He was sure that he zoned out for a moment as she cleaned herself and pulled her clothes back on. He followed suit, pulling his pants back around his hips with uncharacteristic clumsiness. This was fucked. Deep down, he wasn't used to being disarmed like this.

“Well that was nice,” she said, breaking the silence with a smirk. She pulled him down for another deep kiss and tenderly cupped his cheek with her hand. For a moment he forgot where he was, returning the kiss with equal, if not greater enthusiasm. She pulled away from him and pat his cheek. 

“I think your mark is definitely gone by now, by the way. You kinda fucked up, huh?” She sighed. Something crossed her features, and Tangerine nearly questioned her about it before he registered what she said. 

“Wait what?” He asked. Post-nut clarity seeped into his brain and his eyes widened in surprise as he pulled his phone out to check the time. He'd lost over an hour.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell if you won’t.” The smirk returned to her features and she pushed the stall door open. “By the way, you might need to cover up those hickeys, Tangerine. Someone might have questions.”

[terramythos]

I Score FFXIV Fishing Titles (based on how fucking cool or fun they sound).

Note: I am NOT including titles that you can earn on any Disciple of the Hand job; this is only for titles you HAVE to be a fisher in order to earn. Also, sorry if I missed any of them LMAO.

FISHER NATION... there's way more fishing titles than I thought, so grab your rod and get ready to cast! 🎣🎣🎣

‘Of the Irresistible Lure’, from “I Caught That VIII”- Catch and record discovery of 1,460 unique fish.

6/10. I mean this one is OK, any title that can drop ‘Irresistible’ in there has something going for it. It’s just not a compelling title to me when there’s so much cooler sounding shit to pick from. And if you’ve gotten this title, you for sure have access to those cooler ones.

‘Master Fisher’, from “The One That Didn’t Get Away IV” - Catch 10,000 large-sized fish.

3/10. Come the fuck on, man. At least in the English-speaking client, everyone is going to be thinking about “Master Baiter” and missed opportunities. Even without that context this one is pretty boring. And considering how fishing mechanics work, how does catching 10k large fish imply mastery of any sort? That’s probably the most boring achievement to get in fishing.

‘Meadowcaster’, from “A Fisher’s Life for Me: La Noscea” - Obtain all five “Good Things Come to Those Who Bait: La Noscea” achievements.

8/10. This one is pretty good, and it’s one of the oldest fishing titles in the game. There’s two others that are very similar. The use of ‘caster’ for fishing is funny, but also applicable for the combat part of the game. Unfortunately this and the other two are a huge grindy pain in the ass to get. ‘Meadow’ is a little dull to me though.

‘Forestcaster’, from “A Fisher’s Life for Me: Black Shroud” - Obtain all five “Good Things Come to Those Who Bait: Black Shroud” achievements.

7/10. I don’t think “Forestcaster” rolls off the tongue as well as the other two achievements. Kind of boring if I’m being fully honest, but I’m sure there are characters who can use this title to great effect.

‘Desertcaster’, from “A Fisher’s Life for Me: Thanalan” - Obtain all five “Good Things Come to Those Who Bait: Thanalan” achievements.

10/10. This shit sounds so fucking cool to me, I might even actually get this title despite the grind. ‘Desert’ goes way harder than the other two from this achievement series, IMO.

‘Master Caster’, from “Go Big or Go Home IX” - Catch 100 different varieties of big fish in areas explored during A Realm Reborn, Heavensward, or Stormblood.

8/10. Master Fisher wishes it was this cool. The clever rhyme calls to mind FISHER NATION poetry, which helps this one a lot. The only reason it ranks so low is because….

‘Grandmaster Caster’, from “Go Big or Go Home IX” - Catch 204 different varieties of big fish in areas explored during A Realm Reborn, Heavensward, or Stormblood.

10/10. Automatically overshadows the previous entry, and for good reason: this one takes some real fuckin’ effort to get. I’m so happy to have finally gotten this title. It’s extremely funny to wear it when playing a ranged magical job. Also, ‘Grandmaster’ makes me feel like a chess champion or something.

‘Lord/Lady of Far Waters’, from “Go Big Far from Home V” - Catch 45 different varieties of big fish in areas explored during Shadowbringers.

11/10. God this one is so fucking cool we are hard-locked into this title for the forseeable future once I actually earn it (currently 43/45). I think this is my favorite fishing title? It’s so unique and powerful…. Nobody does it like her.

‘Big Fish’, from “No River Wide Enough” - Obtain the achievements “Go Big or Go Home XVI” and “Go Big Far From Home V”.

4/10. Can I be real with you. Whose idea was it to make the achievement for earning BOTH of its strong predecessors so fucking boring by comparison? This is definitely a flex title, but one I will not be wearing for more than like 20 seconds for some screenshots. This one gets points for reminding me of the movie of the same name, which was Pretty Good (TM).

‘Wavewalker’, from “Go Big Till the End” - Catch 40 different varieties of big fish in areas explored during Endwalker.

6/10. Listen, I get what this is going for. It’s a play on Endwalker. The thing is, Wavewalker just doesn’t evoke anything special to me. I think of regular surfing. I think of weird new-age crystal people projecting onto the astral plane, but in the most boring pseudoscientific way possible. I think about some kind of maneuver the audience might do during a concert. Just kind of mundane to me.

‘The Final Fish’, from “Fish Fear Me” - Obtain the achievements “No River Wide Enough” and “Go Big Till the End III.”

7/10. The sequel to ‘Big Fish’ sucks a little bit less, but it’s still not super special to me. I might wear this one a little longer when I get it. At least we have a play on Final Fantasy with this one. I would feel less boring wearing this one than some of the other entries on this list. To be honest I think "Fish Fear Me" would have been a cooler title instead of making that the achievement name.

‘Rod of the Firmament’, from “Skyward Rod III” - Earn 500,000 points toward your skyward score as a fisher.

8/10. You can make so many dick jokes with this one. A solid (heh) title, no notes, we appreciate this.

‘The Nest’s Own Fisher’, from “The Height of Angling” - As a fisher, submit 300 artisanal seafood items for the second phase of the Ishgardian restoration.

3/10. Man what is this even going for? The only real connection that comes to mind is a fishing bird or something. How do I use this? It gets a couple points for novelty since it’s unlike other fishing titles, but that’s it. Especially considering the next one does it better.

‘Featherfall’s Finest Fisher’, from “Fishers of a Feather” - As a fisher, submit 300 artisanal seafood items for the third phase of the Ishgardian restoration.

7/10. We’re getting somewhere with this one; we got the alliteration going, ‘Featherfall’ sounds cool as fuck. Probably not a title I’d use but it’s way more appealing than the previous.

‘The Risensung Fisher’, from “An Ode to Angling” - As a fisher, submit 300 artisanal seafood items for the fourth phase of the Ishgardian restoration.

5/10. Aaaand back down again. I know it’s a play on Dragonsong but “Risensung” just sounds awkward to me. It just does not work for me, too awkward and weird. But at least it’s better than the first of these.

‘World-class Troller’, from “On a Boat V” - Earn a cumulative total of 3,000,000 points while ocean fishing.

9/10. This title is perfect for silly little geese who do a little bit of trolling now and then. What kind of trolling? Well, that is simply for you to decide…. I knock off a point because this doesn’t scream ‘fishing title’ to me. But it IS a fun title nevertheless.

‘Ocean Fisher’, from “No More Fish in the Sea III” - Score at least 16,000 points during a single ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

4/10. Yaaaawn. It’s giving ‘Master Fisher’ energy. At least this one makes me think of the ocean and not Master Baiting. But man what a generic title. Who gives a shit. Why would this be your pick ever?

‘Master of the Sea’, from “No More Fish in the Sea IV” - Score at least 20,000 points during a single ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

9/10. WAY better than its predecessor. It’s not quite ‘Lord of Far Waters’ but it scratches a similar itch to me. There’s so many cool ways to use this one in terms of character, glam, etc. A strong pick for sure.

‘Doom of the Deep’, from “Near, Far, Wherever Fish Are III” - Score at least 16,000 points during a single ocean fishing voyage on the Ruby route.

10/10. Cool as FUCK. Very little can stand up to this one. The alliteration, etc… it’s so foreboding and badass. My only complaint is it’s a little too easy to get for such a cool title, IMO… but that doesn’t hurt it in the rankings.

‘Octopus Traveler’, from “What Did Octopodes Do to You?” - Earn the “Octopus Travelers” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

8/10. Octopath Traveler gamers probably love this one. I guess it’s a little funny since that’s also a Square Enix property. I’m mostly giving it an 8 out of a sense of obligation considering. Also, octopodes are cool as fuck.

‘Shark Hunter’, from “What Did Sharks Do to You?” - Earn the “Certifiable Shark Hunters” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

1/10. Shark hunting sucks IRL and I hate that this reminds me of that :( A sad title. Maybe you can make it work for a really elaborate Jaws cosplay but that’s stretching it.

‘Jellyfish Fanatic’, from “What Did Jellyfish Do to You?” - Earn the “Jelled Together” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

6/10. This probably goes hard for jellyfish fans. IDK, I think jellyfish are fine, pretty cool organisms, but I wouldn’t personally consider myself a fanatic, so I don’t really get it.

‘Sea Dragoon’, from “What Did Seadragons Do to You?” - Earn the “Maritime Dragonslayers” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

7/10. Big title if you’re a Dragoon main— it’s a fun pun and everything. But also I feel there are cooler Dragoon titles to pick from, even a cooler fishing one, so it’s a little mediocre. It’s fine, whatever.

‘Balloon Catcher’, from “What Did Balloons Do to You?” - Earn the “Balloon Catchers” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

2/10. Balloon Catcher. Balloon Catcher? This is dire. This is bad. Keep this one away from me. Anti-cool if I’m being fully honest. Balloon Catcher… at least it’s not Shark Hunter, I suppose.

‘Deadliest Catcher’, from “What Did Crabs Do to You?” - Earn the “Crab Boat Crew” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

8/10. Like, the title itself is fine, pretty good even, but it does not scream “fisher” to me in a way that matters. I know it’s a play on The Deadliest Catch, but it simply doesn’t wow me. It does score pretty high for general badassery.

‘Manta Maniac’, from “What Did Mantas Do to You?” - Earn the “Sticking it to the Manta” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Indigo route.

7/10. This is super similar to Jellyfish Fanatic, but this gets an extra point for the alliteration. I also personally like manta rays more than jellyfish. Sorry, jellyfish fans.

‘Sea Comber’, from “What Did Shellfish Do to You?” - Earn the “Maximum Mussel” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Ruby route.

2/10. Bro this suuuuucks. We’re fuckin’ combing? Inherently it’s not as bad as fucking ‘Balloon Catcher’, but it scores the same because HOW COULD YOU NOT DO A PLAY ON SHELLFISH/SELFISH FOR THIS. Fuck you. This sucks ass.

‘Squidzure Dragoon’, from “What Did Squid Do to You?” - Earn the “Squid Squadron” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Ruby route.

9/10. Definitely the cooler Dragoon fishing title (it’s weird it happened twice). Absolutely brilliant pun, and it’s an iconic enough play on ‘Azure Dragoon’ that people will recognize it from the main story. No notes, great title.

‘Shrimp Mariner’, from “What Did Shrimp Do to You?” - Earn the “Shrimp Smorgasbord” bonus during an ocean fishing voyage on the Ruby route.

3/10. And back to the depths. What are we even going for here? This is stupid. There’s nothing cool about this. At least it’s a little more fishing related, I guess? I hate it less than the other 2s? Not a vote of confidence, I’ll say.

‘Otherworld Angler’, from “Live Long and Prospero” - Complete the quest “Morsel of the Deep.”

8/10. The poor man’s ‘Lord of Far Waters’. It’s a cool title and inherently provides the context behind it, which is impressive. It’s from Shadowbringers, after all. If you don’t have other cool fishing titles at your disposal, this is a pretty easy one to get. But as someone with cooler titles, this isn’t one I’ll be using.

‘Erudite Angler’, from “Sufficient Data” - Complete the quest “Pastures New.”

5/10. This is basically the Endwalker version of the previous title, and it doesn’t excite me. It’s just not as cool. I will say that this quest is basically the ‘this will negatively affect the trout population’ meme put into quest form. It’s hilarious and I recommend doing it. The title is just a mediocre reward for it.

‘Of Countless Catches’, from “Forever Fancy” - Complete the quest “An Odd Fish Odyssey.”

7/10. Love the alliteration on this one, which is the Dawntrail version of the previous two. I like that we angled away from Angler and into some new naming territory. To be honest, I think this should have been the title for the ‘Master Fisher’ achievement, but it is what it is.

‘The Ambitious Angler’, from “I Like Big Fish and I Cannot Lie” - Complete the quest “The Beast of Brewer’s Beacon.”

6/10. I didn’t even know this title existed??? I only found it scrolling through achievements. It’s just from a random ARR fishing side quest? Wild. Anyway this is fine. Maybe I’ll go get it. But there’s SO many cooler titles. This might be good for someone just starting their fishing journey.

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Darling, I don't wish you well when you ain't with me (I want you crying)

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ᴄ.ᴡ. ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

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As he pressed his lips against hers, she tensed, ready to push him away. But the moment his kiss deepened, her resolve shattered like glass. 

She melted into him, her body arching towards his as her arms wound tightly around his neck. She kissed him hungrily, eagerly reciprocating the passion that coursed between them.

Vic abruptly rises from his seat and tosses a wad of cash onto the table before pulling her up into another passionate kiss. He walks them towards a quieter, more private corner of the bar. 

She pulls away to catch her breath and rests her forehead against his. "This is a bad idea," she gasped.

But Vic was not ready to stop. He pushed her up against the wall, his eyes locked onto hers with a smoldering intensity. "Don't say no," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "We've already crossed the line. Let's keep goin’."

She didn't respond with words, instead she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him back into a searing kiss. His hands slid from her waist to her ass, and she knew exactly what he wanted. 

She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his body press harder against hers. He bucked into her, grinding his crotch against hers, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at where their hips were joined, a wild grin spreading across his face. "No panties?" he exclaimed with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Oh, you're such a bad girl, aren't you?"

She shuddered as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You wanted this to happen, didn't you, you little slut?" The words made her tremble with desire, the rush of being called such an illicit name sending chills down her spine. She groaned and pressed her lips roughly against his.

“You like that huh?” he chuckles darkly against her lips. When she moans in response, her hips grinding down against the tent in his pants, he takes that as a yes and continues. 

“I want to hear you say it. Say you’re a slutty wife who loves cheatin’ on her husband.” 

She goes to shake her head no but he grabs her jaw hard to stop her. "Say it, slut." he says through gritted teeth, humping against her like a dog in heat, making her moan loudly.

"Fuck!" she cried out, throwing her head back against the wall. "Yes!...yes, I'm a slutty wife," she admitted, her voice breathless and laced with shame. But Vic didn't let up, gripping her hips so tightly she knew he'd leave bruises, as he continued his relentless onslaught.

"And I love...cheating on my husband," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. The words tasted like poison in her mouth, but she couldn't deny the throb she felt in her core as he whispered "Good girl" into her hair. 

The combination of pleasure and shame was almost too much to bear, but she knew she wanted more.

He carried her to the bathroom, placing her on the counter before slamming the door shut and locking it. Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped off his shirt and crashed his lips onto hers, pulling down the straps of her dress.

She couldn't resist running her fingers down his broad bare chest, but quickly got the hint and stripped off her dress, leaving only her bra.

He palms himself through his pants as she peels her bra off, revealing her breasts to him. The moment the cloth is out of the way, he pounces on her. Slotting himself between her legs, kissing and sucking hard at her neck, squeezing her chest.

She nudges his head gently, separating him from her neck. “Vic..not on my neck..P-People will know..”. 

He pulls back, his pupils dilated, nearly overpowering the blue of his irises. He sinks his teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet and she cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her head reels from the sensation as he declares possessively, “I want them to know. I want everyone to see you’re mine.”

His words nearly make her eyes roll back. The intensity of his desire for her was intoxicating. She moans weakly, clinging to him harder, desperately searching for friction as she grinds on his erection.

He chuckled at her neediness and leaned down, kissing his way down her body until he's kneeling at her thighs. He spreads her legs and looks up at her, letting her sheer want wash over him. He presses kisses into her upper thighs, hovering inches away from where she needs him. 

She wraps her legs around his back, urging him to close the distance but when he doesn’t budge, she groans in frustration and looks down at her pleadingly. “Vic…don’t tease me. I need it, please.”

He smiles up at her before grabbing both sides of her thighs and pulling her toward him. “Well, since you’re askin’ so nicely..”. He buries his face between her legs, licking through her wet folds eagerly, shoving his tongue inside her. 

She squeezes her eyes shut and gasps wantonly as she buries her fingers deep in his hair. He groans in response, the vibrations making her throb even harder. He moves his mouth to her swollen clit as he slides two long fingers inside her tight walls, working them in rhythm with his tongue.

She cries out loudly, “F-uck! Feels so… good!”. She tugs on his hair hard and moves her hips frantically, riding his face, wanting to feel him deeper. He slides his fingers in and out of her quickly, fucking her roughly with his hand. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He demands as he looks up at her with hazy blue eyes, filled to the brim with lust. 

She hesitates for a moment, dignity stopping her from begging like a whore. But when he crooks his fingers against the spongy spot inside of her, she doesn't even resist. “I want it so bad! Make me cum on your face!” she pleaded, voice strained with desire.

He smiles smugly up at her, his fingers moving to rub hastily at her clit. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now cum for me.”

And with that, she moans, clenching around his fingers as she cums hard. Writhing in pleasure as her orgasm pulses through her, her hips bucking wildly as she rides out her climax. She collapses against the counter, twitching and panting while he laps up every last drop from her dripping cunt. Not stopping until she’s a whimpering mess, pushing his head away weakly. 

He smiles and rises from his knees, pulling her into a kiss. She groans when she tastes herself on his tongue, gripping onto his shoulders and kissing him back hungrily. 

When they part, she smirks at him, “You’re turn now, Chaos”. She tries to get off the counter, eager to reciprocate his ministrations but he quickly spins her around, pinning her down. “I need to be inside you. Bend over”. He demands, pressing against her plump ass.

She shudders at his words and obeys. He pulls away and smacks her ass hard, making her jolt into the counter. “Don’t you dare move,” he orders as she hears the zip of his fly.

He unbuckles his pants, dropping them along with his underwear. His dick slaps against his stomach, red and leaking at the tip. She stares at his length, practically drooling at the sight. He’s big. His girth makes her mouth water and clench around nothing.

He settles back behind her, pressing down on her back, making her completely lean her front onto the counter, presenting her pussy to him. He seizes her hands and pins them together behind her back. With his other hand, he grabs himself and slides through her dripping slit, making her quiver in anticipation. 

He grabs her face, forcing her to turn her head over her shoulder to face him. "Does he make you feel the way I do?" He growls out, hissing as he slowly sinks into her tight hole.

She lets out a strangled noise as he languidly moves in and out of her. “No..not even close.” she admits, this time without shame as she arches her back into his thrusts, ready for more.

He bottoms out inside her and just when she expects him to start moving faster, he pulls out abruptly. She starts to protest, but his intense gaze silences her.

He has a crazed, utterly desperate look in his eyes as he gazes at her. “Tell me you love me”. He rasped.

Her heart breaks a little. It's easy to forget that this seemingly put-together and confident man was neglected as a child, and as a result, is likely starved for love and affection. 

Her honey eyed thoughts are quickly interrupted as he grabs her throat forcefully, pressing her against his chest hard, choking her out. “Say it!” he growled. “Tell me you love me more than him.” 

When she nods enthusiastically, he shoves his cock back deep inside her, cutting off her loud moan with another firm squeeze of her throat. He nearly pulls out only to slam back into her repeatedly. 

The way he pounds her pussy and his grip on her throat makes it hard to speak but she forces the words out. “I love you! I love - ah! -you, Vic! So much - F-fuck! - m-more than him.” She stuttered, voice breaking from the force of his thrusts.

He lets go on her neck, letting her fall back down against the counter. He buries his fingers in her hair and pulls it hard, making her choke out a moan. “Who do you belong to?” he growled, using his free hand to reach around and rub tight circles into her clit.

“You! I belong to you, Vic!” she pants out. Her words spur him on, grabbing her hips in a bruising grip, using them as leverage to fuck her harder. “Such a filthy slut,” he taunted.

He squeezes the back of her neck tightly, draping his body over hers as he presses her hard against the counter. He snarls into her ear in a low, rough grunt. “I’m goin’ to cum so fuckin’ deep inside you,” His thrusts become frantic and wild at the thought, pistoning in and out of her. ”Give you a baby like your little bitch husband never could.”

His words send her spiraling. ”God..Yes! Fill me up! Please!” She sees white, nearly blacking out from cumming so hard.  She lets out a choked sob and her walls spasm and contract around him, suffocating his length in her tight pussy as she gushes all over his cock.

She comes down from her orgasmic high, the stinging pains of over-stimulation starting to take hold as he continues jack-hammering into her. Drool runs down her chin as her eyes well up with tears. “‘S too much!” she whines out. 

“You can take it, darlin’. Just a little- fuck -more.” His hips start to stutter as he comes closer to finishing. “Just a little more and you get my cum inside you.”

She nods her head frantically, clenching down on him as she feels another orgasm start to build. "Just like that, good girl. You’re such a great little slut aren’t you?” he asks, thrusting wildly, getting ready to fill her.

“Yes! I’m your slut!” she wails as he continues to pump into her, chasing his own release.

“I know you are, baby.” He mused. “Now get pregnant for me, fucking whore!” He gives her one last powerful thrust, shoving himself deep inside her, trying to reach directly into her womb before emptying himself inside her. 

His words and the feeling of him cumming pushes over the edge again. She sobs, words incoherent as she trembles from exertion. She screams out his name as her pussy clamps down on him, milking every last drop of his seed. Hips twitching, he mutters praise into her neck as she pants, trying to catch her breath.

He doesn’t pull out, staying in her even after he’s done cumming. “Can’t let any of this go to waste! I’m gonna make sure you get knocked up, baby. I’ll do this everyday if I have to.”

She smiles weakly and nods, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over her as the adrenaline dissipates. He envelops her in his arms, holding her tightly as he whispers sweet nothings into her back, confessing his love and plans for the future. He rambles on in his post-orgasm haze, saying anything that comes to mind.

“I’ll need to tell my husband I’m leaving him.” she says tiredly, eyes slowly drifting closed. “I’ll call him..tomorrow..” she says softly.

He presses gentle kisses to her cheek and along her back. “Don’t worry about him, sweet pea. I’ll take care of it.” 

She’s about to question what he means when he reaches over to their pile of clothes in the sink and pulls out her phone. Her eyes flew open in disbelief. She’s about to protest when he shushes her as her husband picks up.

“Well hey there, fella!” Vic said cheerfully. 

Her husband sounds puzzled, expecting to hear his wife's voice. “Hello? Who is this?”

"This is the guy who just knocked up your wife! I thought you should know she's leavin’ you for me."

She gasped, trying to reach for the phone, but Vic just took her hand and kissed it before pinning her back down.

“What. No, my wife wouldn’t cheat on me.” Her husband says, growing angrier by the second. “Are you one of her dumbass friends? This isn’t fucking funny.”

“Oh but she did. And trust me she loved every second!” he taunted. Her husband is quiet for a moment before answering. “Who the hell is this? Why do you have her phone?” He demands, voice turning more and more uncertain. 

“You don’t believe me?” He holds the phone to her mouth, “Here honey, say hi to your ex.” 

She stares up at Victor like he’s insane. He simply grins and grinds into her, making her let out a whimper directly into the phone. When she heard her husband gasp in shock, she knew he could tell it was her.

With a weak voice and a face burning with shame, she uttered a timid, "Hi…" Her eyes filled with tears of humiliation as she finally faced the reality of her actions.

Vic smiles and leans down, cooing soft reassurances into her ear, her husband interrupts, enraged. “Who the FUCK are you?! I’ll fucking kill you!” He screeches into the phone.

“Who am I?” he chuckles and softly pets her head with a smile as she drifts off on the counter. 

“My name is Vic! Vic Chaos.”