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[rattfreakk]

My Jay Design For My Vampire Au, Bat Bites

[lady-of-tearshed]

Overprotective bat

Azriel x pregnant!reader

Summary: You really need to make your mate understand that you need some alone time...

Warning: Talk of pregnancy

Word count: 807

You stroke your now slightly swollen womb as you walk between the tall rows of bookshelves of the Town House, the place you and Azriel now call home. Rhysand and Feyre gifted you this magnificent residence as a mating ceremony present, since the both of them were now spending most of their time at the River House since the birth of Nyx anyway. You halt and smile in contentment when you finally pick up the book you were looking for. You spin around, and almost suffer from a heart attack when you face your mate, who had most certainly been following you for… Mother knows how long.

“Az… you scared me.” You sigh as you regain your calm, placing a hand on your chest. He smiles and places both his large hands on your small baby bump. He stares into your eyes and smiles, apologetically. “Sorry… I thought you had heard me.” You chuckle slightly and slowly make your way out of your personal library, heading for the long velvet couch. It wasn’t surprising that you hadn’t heard your mate following you, he always accidentally managed to startle you, thanks to his skills as a spymaster. 

You lay your back against the armrest, comfortably settling down on the couch. Your mate finds his way between your legs, laying his cheek where their babe was growing up, his hands back on your stomach as if they were pulled by some kind of magnetic force. You start reading, trying to concentrate through your mate whispering sweet nothings to their unborn child. “Az… weren’t you… supposed to meet Cassian or something tonight?” You start off, trying to sound… polite and unbothered by his permanent presence since the beginning of your pregnancy.

It’s not that it bothered you, not really. In fact, you always enjoyed your mate’s presence, you always would but… since the past few months, you barely have been able to enjoy some alone time out of when you were in the bathroom. Even then, he would have to check up on you to make sure you weren’t struggling with morning sickness. You just… missed having some tranquility. You already had to spend every minute of your existence with a baby growing inside of you, at least until its birth, and with Az constantly glued to you… It sometimes felt overwhelming.

“I thought you didn’t feel like going?” “Well… I thought you could go without me, you know.” He lifts his head from your stomach and looks up at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “By myself?” He asks as if I was talking to him in a foreign language he couldn’t seem to decode. 

You smile gently, and stroke his cheek. “Yeah, by yourself. It would… maybe it would do you some good to have some boys time. It’s been a while, I’m sure Cassian would agree on that.” “Mh. Cass can always wait, my pregnant woman needs me… baby too.” He places a kiss on your stomach, and gets back to his previous position. 

You sigh and bite your lip. “Az… I meant that maybe it would do me some good to just… breathe a little… for more than five minutes in the bathroom..?” I talked gently, stroking his hair. His eyes shot back up to me in an unreadable expression… “Yeah?” “Yeah…” You answer him back, giving him a soft apologetic grin.

He pauses, thinking, then gets up from the couch. He bends over, placing a hand beside your face on the armrest before kissing your lips softly, a small grin plastered on his delicious lips. “Alright, then. I’ll be back in an hour or two. You’ll both stay all safe, warm, and cozy until I get back to cuddle you… right?” Azriel knew and understood that you needed some alone time. You always have needed time away from everyone from time to time, and he realized that his protective Illyrian instincts had probably made it hard for you to have it. 

You smile and give him another peck before he leans away. “Alright, we’ll both wait for you and stay really safe in the warmth of our home until you get back…” He chuckles slightly, before winnowing away to meet Cassian, who would have to understand that he would need to get back in not more than two hours at max. 

You sigh in relief, drowning in the love and passion of your book for the following hours. You were glad and extremely grateful to have a mate, a partner who listens, understands, and fulfills your every need. Even if he sometimes needed to compromise on his own desires. You giggle as you gently poke at the shadow that stayed, enveloping the top of your belly, and can’t help but think of how amazing your mate already was as a father to your child…   

[mysaintkitten]

Related to that Tommy gif, we absolutely need a drabble where the reader appreciates and just body worships Tommy's build like, *goddamn!!*

i got a little .. carried away i suppose .. id definitely want to make this longer if you guys would Want a longer version of this haha

(made a continuation of this! it can be found here !)

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI, dom!tommy kind of, pet names (puppy is used a LOT im sorry, baby, etc), daddy kink, degradation, oral (m receiving), overall sloppy and so horny

“missed you .. so so much, tommy ..” you hum as you kiss down his body, slowly sinking down to your knees. you kiss his navel, between his hips, his thighs, whining with arousal as your hand sneaks down to grip his calf gently.

tommy chuckles darkly and runs his fingers through your hair as he leans himself back in his seat, “did you?”

“yes, mh-“ you moan as you shift your hips forward, placing your clothed cunt on top of his boot. the much needed friction combined with how degrading and dehumanizing it felt made your mind spin. “missed you so much, daddy ..”

tommy begins to notice you rutting against his foot while digging your nails into his leg, he hums at the sight beneath him. seeing you so pathetic, so desperate, he felt his cock beginning to harden in his pants.

“look at that ..” he groans as he tightens his grip in your hair and forces you to look up at him, “filthy little puppy, aren’t you?”

you whine as your cheeks flush, glancing up at him with blown out pupils and heavy lids as your mouth hangs open, “can’t help it .. every part of you makes me so fuckin’ needy ..”

“every part?” he teases with a light laugh, you whimper and nod against him.

you lift your hips off his boot and sit up on your knees, resuming your kisses on his thighs while running your hands up his body.

“i love being between your thighs .. ‘n i love it when you have me ride them until i’m shaking and begging.” you giggle, reminiscing on the nights where tommy would force you to grind on his thigh until you were physically incapable of doing it anymore. at that point, he’d start moving your hips for you, continuing to stimulate you as you huffed and cried.

tommy swallows, feeling himself becoming harder. he subconsciously spreads his thighs apart further for you.

you notice this, and you bite your lip gently, batting your lashes as you move your hands to his torso while avoiding his crotch, trailing your fingers along his abs and pecs.

“mf-“ you mewl quietly, finding it hard to focus when you feel yourself becoming even more wet. “i love when your pecs flex while you’re fucking me ..” your hands begin to move to his arms, gently squeezing the relaxed muscle. “and how these big, strong arms hold me so tightly when you’re pounding into me.”

tommy tips his head back and licks his lips with a lustful expression mixed with a slight grin, “is that so, my love?”

you nod weakly while exhaling softly, your mind beginning to go blank as your hands slowly trail back to your favourite part of tommy, “yes, daddy.”

“what else does my puppy like, hm?” tommy pries, placing his hand on top of yours and slowly guiding it between his legs. you allow it, your eyes switch between his face and his crotch, gasping quietly as your palm made contact with his warm bulge.

without his guidance, you begin to apply some pressure and friction to his cock, watching as tommy’s shoulders slowly begin to relax and his breathing become more laboured.

“this ..” you moan as you lean forward to plant sloppy kisses on his restricted cock, hearing tommy mumble a few curse words mixed with some praise. “is my favourite part of daddy.”

you continue to kiss his bulge while palming him, running your free hand along his inner thigh. you’re pressing the lower half of your face against him, teasing him with hot open mouth moans between wet kisses.

tommy’s has never seen you act like this, he’s in disbelief at how whorish you’re acting, while simultaneously being the hardest he’s ever been. he needs to feel you without all this fabric in the way.

“i think my girl wants daddy’s cock in her mouth .. doesn’t she?” tommy growls as he tugs your hair up again, this time leaning his body forward slightly so he can use his free hand to toy with your lips, watching them recoil as he presses his fingers and thumb against them.

pushing his thumb into your mouth, you eagerly accept it and begin to suck on it, nodding feverishly as you feel yourself finally slipping into your most submissive and sluttiest headspace.

“i knew it .. i can read my baby so well ..” he chuckles as he slides his thumb out of your mouth, he cups your face and runs his damp thumb along your cheek. he takes both his hands off you and begins to unzip his pants.

“are you wet, puppy?” tommy purrs as he tugs his pants down, almost immediately palming himself once he’s in his boxers. you whimper and nod, sneaking your fingers into tommy’s waistband to fully unleash his cock. tommy smirks at your eagerness, “pretty little thing .. hole all wet and needy .. yet you want my cock in your mouth, hm?”

to be honest, you want tommy in your cunt just as badly, but in this headspace all you’re thinking about is tommy’s cock and his pleasure. plus, you partially get off on having him fuck your mouth, anyway.

despite that, you nod again, eyes going wide as tommy’s cock springs out. wasting no time and without using your hands, you place his tip into your mouth, licking his slit before proceeding to take more of him. you nearly take him all, gagging as you almost reach his base. tommy groans loudly and pushes your head down, forcing you to take those few extra inches as your eyes welt with tears.

tommy begins to lessen his force and you pull off, gasping loudly while bringing your hand up between his legs to pump him. the lewd sound of you stroking his wet cock combined with his deep breathy groans sent a new wave of arousal throughout your body. you’ve undeniably soaked through your panties at this point.

with tommy’s, more gentler, guidance, you bring your mouth back down to him. placing wet, messy kisses on the underside of his cock while teasing his tip. once at his balls, you lick them and suckle on them gently, continuing to pump tommy as you whine between his legs.

“jesus ..” tommy breathes as pre come spills from his tip, “when did my baby become such a cock hungry whore?”

you detach your mouth from his balls and rest your head on his inner thigh, continuing to pump him as you bite your lip.“jus’ love your cock .. love being a warm ‘n wet hole for you to use whenever you like.”

more pre come dribbles out of him your degrading words, he chuckles and swallows harshly.

“like a toy? you like being a toy for daddy, baby?”

you nod and whimper, clenching your thighs together as your arousal as become unbearable.

tommy laughs breathily and soothingly runs his fingers through your hair, “my perfect little toy. now, let me fuck your face, puppy.

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hellooo so this request asked for a drabble so i tried to keep this as short as i could Lol but again if you guys would like a longer version please let me know !! and there is a Bunch of fics in the works i prooooooomise please just be patient

[doki-doki-imagines]

Okay so I'm NOT the anon who requested the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better.

But I'm about to be the non-anon that requests a follow-up of the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to seeing y/n EATING pineapple right in front of them afterwards to make their(y/n's) cum taste better.

Or even just for your name to say "I had pineapple" and guage reaction.

Fun ask, last time. Fun answer, too! Thank you for writing it. No pressure on this ask, love your work!

author note: sequel of this. I don't think I should laugh so much doing these kind of hcs LMAO. Also thanks for your kind words!!

tw: vulgar language, some suggestive but nothing nsfw is described.

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Johnny Cage: -He would do the nose flick and smile from one ear to the other. -Johnny is so showing off, he just misses the peacock's tail being wide open and he would be perfect. -"You'd really do anything to be eaten out by me, mh?" He says trying to block the new smile by biting his lower lip "Amazing technique, right?" -Best advice: fuck the arrogance out of him. It won't work but at least it will be a fun time.

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…he can't see you. -Kenshi understands you are drinking something, but he really can't tell what's inside. -"I have been drinking pineapple juice lately." You say trying to sound as smooth as possible. "That's good, it has excellent anti-inflammatory properties." He replies kissing your forehead. -Kenshi knows from the moment the fruit name rolled out from your lips where things were going. -Did you try to tease him? Send him a message? Too bad, ask nicely or even better, beg. He won't give up for anything less.

Kung Lao: -He looks at you with such as big smirk… -"So, are you getting ready for later?" Lao whispers in your ear, hands sliding toward your backside. "Yeah, I have to meet with Raiden." -1HKO. -Seems only right to tease him back.

Raiden: -He stutters a bit when he sees you gulping down a cup of the juice. -"You don't have to exaggerate. I appreciate the feeling, but don't hurt yourself." He says before softly knocking your foreheads together. -This guy can be so overwhelmingly sweet.

Liu Kang: -He looks at you, sitting on the kitchen chair while you gulp a big glass of pineapple juice down, your back towards the stove. -"I know what you are doing. You are so silly" He chuckles "Bend." "What?" You reply unimpressed putting the now empty glass on the counter. -"Bend." Liu Kang says again, but his voice is full of mirth. "Or what?" You challenge him. -It all happens in a second. You bat your eyes and you feel his strong hands on your forearms pushing you around and bending you down. "Or I'll do it. Let's see if the juice benefits already worked on your body." -They did not. But if you knew challenging authorities was so fun you would have done that way earlier!

Geras: -"I appreciate the effort, it warms my heart knowing my partner would go to such an extent, but-" He pushes away the glass from your lips "There are different diets that have the same effect. I know you hate pineapple juice." "Geras, I love you." You choke a bit on your spit, hating the taste in your mouth. -He chuckles at your words "It's my pleasure." -Geras doesn't have to look at the future to know you'll never drink that ever again.

Bi-Han: -The scowl is permanent on his face, but this time he isn't angry. -There is a tiny voice in the back of his mind screaming "they would do anything for you, for your pleasure!" -Bi-Han basks on the idea that his partner is wrapped around his thick fingers. -If you don't make any mistakes during the day you'll receive your prize in the evening…

Kuai Liang: -Well he drank it with no problem so he doesn't mind if you do either. -May want to try that dumb thing of crossing glasses but he ends up being too forceful making juice go down more on your face than your mouth. -You laugh so Liang isn't worried. -"Your shirt is stained, it will be a mess if we don't clean it up. Let me help you remove it…" -The shirt was soon forgotten.

Tomas Vrbada: -"At my three we both drink. 1, 2, 3-" "W-Wait I have a better idea…" Look neither of you likes pineapple juice that much and this looks more like torture than anything else. -So…Tomas put a finger at the bottom of your glass, pushing it towards your lips to make you drink a sip. -And then he kisses you! Sucking your lips and therefore the juice out of your mouth. Tomas also spills his juice on your neck, licking it up while hands travel south. -Look he is doing it for the both of you! A new way to enjoy such a mid beverage! -The fact that he wanted to fuck you senseless since tomorrow morning is totally not correlated.

[aves-ery]

Hands-On (You); W. Maximoff

pairing; professor/tutor!wanda x fem!student!reader

summary; your biology professor decides you need extra lessons on anatomy, you decide to give your lover (and also your professors colleague) a hands-on lesson to prove how much you know

warnings; smut 18+ only, unspecified age gap, teacher and student relationship, mommy kink (r also calls wanda momma a few times), pet names, cum-filled strap-on (w receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, degrading (if u squint), finger sucking, choking, boob fucking?, squirting, spitting, r being a tad aggressive at the end, basically just r being an absolute animal for wanda

you love your girlfriend, so much. so much it hurts. hurts when she barely looks at you while your standing in the doorway of her office while she chats away with mrs romanoff about you like you aren't there.

"no i totally understand. she should be taking your class more seriously. i'd be happy to help," wanda looked at you briefly, her previously red hair now dyed blonde, and a sly smile.

"thank you again wanda. like i said, i'd do it myself but i dont have time with everything going on." mrs romanoff stood up and wanda smiled.

"its never a problem. I'm always willing to help a friend," wanda looked at you finally, and smiled softly at you. something anyone else would brush off. not you, you know what that meant.

the second natasha had walked out, wanda shut the door and locked it tightly, turning towards you with her back on the door. "poor baby, struggling in a class," wanda walked towards you and cupped your sleepy face, "coulda just asked mommy for help, doll face." she smiled softly at you.

" 'M sorry, mommy. can i give you a kiss?" you asked politely, leaning your head into her hand.

"oh, baby you never have to ask," wanda kissed you deeply, and your mind went numb and kissed her back. wanda made you numb with touch, you were consumed by her. all you wanted to do was make your mommy feel good

her hands found their way to the curve of your back, and she pulled you in deeper. her brows scrunched and she pulled away, "so you have a problem with anatomy, huh?"

you felt dumbed down, especially for someone in medical school, but you didn't mind much. when she allowed you to turn your brain off and just focused on her was when you felt the most safe. wanda never made you feel stupid. you nodded at her, burying your face into her pale skin.

"alright, lets get you home, sleepy girl. you can take a nap and we'll start our lesson after," wanda kissed your forehead and scooped you up. she made sure to check the window facing the parking lot, glad it was basically empty. she knew there was always the risk that a student would catch you, but you had always made sure to hide yourself well.

wanda carried you out to the car, your legs wrapped around her waist and wanda holding you tightly. she set you in the passenger seat, kissing your lips and buckling you in. you almost fell asleep right there.

the drive home was a long 30 minutes, wanda's house being a decent distance from the city. it was a large house in the country, far away from anyone else. no one to be scared of here.

wanda had picked up your sleeping body, carrying you into the house. you stirred, your arms tightening around the back of her neck. "mh, welcome back sweets." wanda kissed your temple and set you on the kitchen counter. she had taken off her blazer, left only in a white tee and black slacks. "hungry?" she held up a box of noodles.

"mhh, no, id rather be eaten," you said, slowly unzipping your jacket, revealing the tanktop crop top you were wearing. it fit your breasts perfectly, they were covered in love bites, and your stomach was toned perfectly.

wanda stopped in her tracks, the noodles pouring out on the floor. you giggled softly and batted your eyes at her, stepping down from the countertop. you slid your jeans off your hips, now revealing the pretty pink lace panties you were wearing. you stepped closer to her, cupping her face with your pointer finger, "what have you told me about messes, mommy?'' you asked teasingly. wanda gasped, and fell to her knees to pick up the mess she made, throwing them back in the box.

she stayed there on her knees, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "well, why are you just sitting there? give me my lesson," you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into your cunt. "get to work, mommy."

wanda gasped, inhaling deeply and groaning. she slid your panties over with her finger and bit her lip. "your soaked already. i haven't done anything." wanda looked up at you.

"just thinking of you gets me worked up. please touch me. been like this all day," you said, tangling your hands into her blonde locks. wanda smiled before licking up your cunt. "oh, just like that baby,'' you closed your eyes and gasped.

she was eating you perfectly, licking your clit at just the right angle. you were riding her face, gasping for air constantly. like you were being drowned in pleasure. her tongue was thrusting into you and her nails gripping the back of your thighs.

"shit, mommy. youre so good. gonna fucking cum, shit," you threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. wanda looked up at you, sucking harder at the sight of you so blissed out. one of her hands trailed to your cunt, slipping two fingers inside. your knees buckled and you gripped the counter tightly.

the older woman picked you up by the back of your thighs and laid you on the counter. "gonna fuck you so well, baby." she said. her fingers curled nicely inside of you, hitting that spot each time. your legs started to shake.

"oh god, 'm cumming, mommy. just like that please don't stop. you're so good at that." you moaned into the room. your legs tightened around wandas head, and for a moment wanda thought this would be the best way to go out.

when you calmed down, wanda pulled away and slipped her fingers into your mouth. you smiled at her and sucked on them softly.

her fingers slipped out of your mouth with a 'pop' and you smirked at her. even though your legs were still trembling, you stood up and practically drug her to her bedroom.

you sat her on her large king-sized bed, and pulled her shirt off of her. her breasts were cupped by a red lacy bra. you groaned and took it off immediately.

your mouth left wet kisses all over her chest, quickly forming love bites everywhere you could. wandas hands were in your hair and she was a mess.

after her chest was covered, you pulled away and walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the bottom drawer, and shuffled through it. wanda rarely let you top, so you barely wore the strap. however, you definitely knew how to use it. you were gonna prove it to wanda.

you adjusted the straps to fit your hips perfectly before looking at your lover, "wanna make you feel so nice," you kissed her hip and looked at her lovestruck.

"oh baby. make mommy feel nice, mkay? use me how you please," she cupped your face and smiled down at you.

you shimmied up to her, giving her a loving kiss on her lips before lining up the strap with her entrance. you pushed your hips forward, gasping when the hilt of the strap brushed against your clit. wanda also let out a gasp, her eyes looking lovingly into yours.

you slid out of her, before slamming back in. wanda moaned, scratch your back. "fuck just like that, babygirl," wanda hissed. it only spurred you on, letting out a low growl and picking up the pace.

wanda's legs started to shake, and you grabbed her ankles, setting them on your shoulders. the blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan that sounded straight out of a porno.

"just wanna make you feel good, wanna make my momma feel nice," you said, your hand finding her neck. you applied just enough pressure to send wanda spiraling.

"oh fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum," wanda hissed, her legs trembling against your shoulders. you bit her ankle softly, and nodded.

she let go against you, and you were pushed out of her cunt as she squirted onto you. you let out a soft gasp, setting her thighs down and rubbing them softly.

wanda was still gasping for air, her eyes shut tight. you never had this happen before, at least you've never made wanda squirt. you felt a little proud, but quickly got up to grab a wet washcloth.

when you came back, wanda had sat up, her head tilted back and her legs still lightly trembling. you smiled up at her and washed her thighs. "you were so pretty, momma," you said, kissing her shoulder.

"you did great baby, 'm sorry you didn't finish again." she said softly, stroking your hair. you softly smiled and shook your head.

"its okay, you were amazing." you looked down at her thighs, catching a glimpse of her boobs. a rush of heat spilled down into your cunt, and you quickly looked away.

"i have an idea, c'mere," wanda pulled you up towards her, "now sit up on your knees," she said again. you obeyed and smiled down at her.

you watched as she cupped her own tits, brushing them down your strap. you let out a gasp, "oh god,"

"use me princess, cum all over me," she hissed. not even moments later, you were bucking your hips in between her boobs. desperate whines leaving your mouth

"wish I could actually feel you- bet your boobs feel so nice. already doing so much for me. you're so pretty, so so pretty, mommy. gonna cum," your hands tensed up and you couldn't move them. when you finally got the action back, you growled lowly and pinned her hands above her head. "stick your tongue out," you hissed.

"what?" wanda tilted her head, confused. you huffed in frustration and forced her mouth open, squeezing her jaw.

"so fuckin' dumb, just be quiet, lemme use you," you spit in her mouth after and wanda gasped. "cumming, get ready for my load, sweets," and after that moment you squeezed the hilt of the fake cock, fake cum spurting out as your orgasm washed over you.

you pulled away, flopping down on the bed and regaining your breath. "oh my god," wanda laughed.

you tilted your head and looked at her, "what?

"nothing. i just- i definitely need to let you top more often."

[milfsloverblog]

Too Tired to Say My Name? (NSFW)

Jan Stevens x fem!reader

A/N: Nothing to see here, just a self indulgent fluffy/smutty Jan Stevens fic.

A phaser is an electronic sound processor (like a flanger but sounds different, and I just like the word phaser more). As always: fuck you Billy

tw: smut (fingering, scissoring)

“The phaser,” Jane sighed as she got in bed to lie down next to you.

How adorable she looked in that pink silk night dress with its matching bunny ears bonnet, perfectly contrasting with the black eyeshadow that was always packed around her eyes.

“What about the phaser, mh?” You asked, stretching your arm out so she could snuggle up and rest her head on your chest.

“It’s simply too loud. The whole integrity of the performance is shaken by it.” She sighed again. One loud, overdramatic sigh that could only mean one thing.

“I know, my darling. You’ve told Gemma about it already but you’ve seen how she reacts any time someone suggests a change in her art.” You looked down in time to catch Jan Stevens pouting and had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from chuckling.

“She’s a bit self-absorbed, isn’t she? Shall I remind her that I’m the one funding all of her little experiments? I would appreciate it if she would at least listen to what I have to suggest.” The crease between your lover’s eyebrows deepened as she recalled her last conversation with the woman leading your collective.

“I know, doll, I know. I’ve tried suggesting it to her again, saying perhaps we could lower it down just a tad and see what it would sound like. She accused me of being a traitor and threw a bunch of vegetables at me.”

“Maybe you should consider slapping her.” Jan Stevens offered. “A quick slap always does the trick. It might shock her out of her entrenched arrogance.” She added with a small shrug as if she hadn’t just suggested you should hit your boss.

“You don’t know how angry she gets. I’d rather not start a fight…” Now it was your turn to sigh, you didn’t like saying no to Jan Stevens.

“Well, if you really can’t get her to get rid of the phaser, could you at least try lowering it during the next performance?” The blonde looked up, batting her eyelashes at you.

She could be exhausting sometimes, nagging and pestering until you gave up. And you always did.

“Will you do that for me, poppet?” Jan Stevens asked again, her big blue eyes filled with expectancy.

Would you do that for her? Betray your boss’ trust only to make Jan Stevens happy?

Jan saw your hesitation and she didn’t like it, not one bit. Her hand snaked under the bedsheets and you could only guess what she was doing when she slightly wiggled her hips and let out the faintest of moans.

“Don’t you da-“ Your threat was interrupted by her index and middle finger being pushed between your lips as they had been pushed inside her a few seconds before.

You closed your eyes and sucked on her digits, moaning when her intoxicating taste settled on your tongue.

You would do it, you thought, anything for Jan Stevens.

Your lover knew she’d won this one, flashing you a wide grin when she pulled her fingers out of your mouth with an audible pop.

“Good girl.” She purred and nuzzled her face in your neck, peppering your skin with kisses that you knew would leave smears of crimson lipstick which would be nearly impossible to wash off in the morning.

“This isn’t just about the phaser, right?” You asked, pulling away from the tall woman. “You’re not just using me to get rid of it?”

“You know it’s not just about that, it isn’t even about that at all.” Jan reassured you.

“So you would still allow me in your bed if we kept the phaser?” That wasn’t what you really wanted to ask. You wanted to know if this was only a fling, if she would kick you out once she would have had her fun with you.

“Of course. Even two phasers.” Jan's lips spread in a soft smile and her hand reached to gently squeeze yours. “Even when the residency is over, you will still be allowed in my bed. If that is something you would want.”

“Yes! God, yes, I would absolutely want that.” The words came out without you even thinking about them, your cheeks turning bright pink at the prospect that you had been too eager.

It warmed Jan Stevens’ heart to know that you were so keen to share her bed, and perhaps even more. She had felt awfully guilty at first, she didn’t want to be one of those people using their position to seduce someone. Little did she know you had been head over heels for her since the very first day.

“You are my solace, keeping me from the chaos of the world.” Jan Stevens whispered. It wasn’t quite an I love you, but it was close enough.

You had long seen the real Jan Stevens, the one she hid so well behind her eccentric facade. Jan was soft, incredibly so. She was scared about those incessant threatening phone calls, knowing one day or another these people would put their words into action. And she feared she wasn’t good enough, for anyone, that she would have to spend the rest of her life feeling lonely in her bedroom. Until you came into her life.

Your breath hitched in your chest when the woman’s hand wandered under the duvet and down your body, caressing each and every of your curves until it reached your inner thigh. Your legs spread almost instantly, eliciting a soft chuckle from your lover.

“Always so eager.” She purred, her lips against your ear.

And it was true. You were eager for her. For her fingers, her tongue, and lips. For her naked breasts pressed against yours.

Jan Stevens hooked her thumb in the band of your underwear and pushed it down your thighs, letting you maneuver it off your legs completely while she reached under your tank top to fondle your breasts.

You closed the distance between the two of you with an open-mouthed kiss, which Jan eagerly returned by pressing her tongue against yours.

Always so eager could apply to you too, my sweet Jan Stevens.

Her feathery-light touch was electrifying as she traced down your stomach only to stop right on your pubis. She nipped at your bottom lip, her fingers teasing the curls at the apex of your legs before they eventually moved lower, spreading your lips and drawing a lazy circle on your clit.

You pulled away to break the kiss, gasping at the touch before burying your face in your lover’s neck. “Darling, please…”

“Please, what?” Jan’s tone was heavy with desire, dripping with lust.

“I want you, I need you inside of me…” You looked up at her, your face flushed and lips slightly parted.

Jan Stevens let out a soft hum, her mouth watering when she dipped her fingers lower only to find you soaked already. Her middle and ring fingers slid into you like a hot knife through butter.

A wanton moan escaped you as you took in the feeling. It always amazed you, how long her fingers were and how deep she was able to reach inside you.

You hastily grabbed her face to pull her into another kiss, your movements turning sloppy as Jan’s fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace.

“A night with you is worth every single orgy I have ever partaken in.” Jan Stevens whispered when she broke the kiss, feeling your cunt clenching around her fingers at her admission.

“Keep going, please!” You whined, your mind filling with fog when she curled her fingers inside you and resumed moving harder and faster, making sure to hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Be a good girl and come for me.” Jan purred and sucked on your earlobe. And as if your body had been waiting for her permission, you were immediately thrown over the edge, clinging onto your lover as waves of pleasure surged through you.

Once you had loosened your hold on her, Jan Stevens carefully pulled her digits out of you and pushed them into your mouth so you would lick them clean.

She waited until you had come down from your high to pull you in another sloppy kiss.

“You taste heavenly tonight, sweetling.” She whispered, quickly moving to straddle you.

Your eyes widened when she gently pushed your thighs apart and positioned herself between them. You opened your mouth to speak but Jan’s naked core began firmly grinding against yours, pulling moans from both your and your lover’s throat. You arched your back as much as you could, your hips giving small thrusts to meet each of Jan’s movements.

The older woman quickened the pace, placing one hand on the headboard to support herself while the other one tightly held onto your thigh.

“Harder, please-“ You sounded desperate, both of your hands grabbing hold of your lover’s hips in an attempt to bring her closer.

Jan’s movements sped up again, this time more frantic and messier. Her moans mingled with yours as yet another orgasm crept up on you.

“Jan!” You gasped, nails digging into the woman’s hips as you reached your peak once more.

Jan Stevens followed right after, tossing her head back as she whimpered in pleasure.

She collapsed forward onto your chest and you lay together to catch your breath. How you loved feeling her weight on top of you.

“Well, darling,” Jan’s voice came out as gruff, “were you too tired to say my name?”

“You are insufferable, Jan Stevens.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is that why you keep coming back for more, poppet?” She asked looking up at you, her fingertips drawing patterns on your arm.

“Absolutely.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lover’s forehead.

That, and because I love you.

[hand-development-affairs]

thoughts on bats (the species as a whole, not toon bats specifically)

I don't go near most animals. Because chances are, they'll bite, and I have yet to properly update my anti-virus against... rabies.

Mh. Ah don't go near caves much.

Bats are like ME- not TOON bats- toon bats RUINED bats- but I too, can fly, sharp, deadly to bugs, and I do my best work in night! And if I wasn't a suit- I'd probably be a bat. A bat that drinks oil, not- whatever bats eat. BUT NOT A TOON. I would rather EXPLODE than be a toon!!!

[ca-cupid]

okay so,, finally watched the leaks for the mh movie and I have thoughts :/

Frankie is the saving grace

I love how they seem so confused because they literally have no clue what’s going on

And I love the way they move because it adds more character and really makes them look more like a Frankenstein

WHY IS DRACULAURA A BAT she couldn’t turn into one in the original series?? ☹️

also she seems so bitchy?? what did they do to my ditzy sweetheart?

OH NO NOT ANOTHER CLEUCE BREAKUP 🙄

also the thing with “snake hair vfx” made me lose it

I’m not mad about the lack of snake hair because I get that they were trying to do mostly everything with makeup or practical effects bc cgi for kids shows/movies is yuck

Deuce doesn’t look terrible but the glasses are still throwing everything off

Clawdeen seems really ooc from the original but I understand that they’re going with a new storyline so I won’t complain about that too much

She was really confident in the original so hopefully by the end of the movie she is as well

so now I get why Lagoona is “bestie with a bite”

What is Lagoona’s accent??

so like rip Jackson/Holt I guess 🙄

Also the teacher (I will never learn his name) looks like that one guy from glee and also like a hip youth pastor

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Ropes anon! Here after a few days of no sleep and several mental break downs on my floor! It’s my bday on the 28 and I was hoping you could indulge me in an Alcina x reader x Sal poly relationship? If not, then a simple happy birthday is all I’d like.

With teary eyes, thank you dear.💜

Hello there, dear! I'm actually in the process of writing a threesome with Alcina x Reader x Sal, oddly enough 😅 So, have some Birthday fluff instead! I hope this helps you feel a little better 😊

"Ah, there you are, pet." 

You had just finished the last button on your shirt, your daily duties done for the day when your Lady's tall frame came to shadow the doorway of your bedroom. 

"My lady." You replied, giving her a small bow as you smirked. 

"Feeling cheeky on this Birthday of yours? Hm, pet?

You chuckled, cuffing your sleeves as you made your way over to the door. Your Lady dressed exquisitely in a deep red dress and a sinful smirk across her lips. 

"Maybe just a little, my lady." 

"Mh.. I would expect nothing less from you, my sweet pet." 

You grinned widely, following the Countess though the long hallways of the servant quarters. A truly delicious smell growing thicker in the air as you made your way closer to the dining hall. 

"I gave the rest of the servants the night off so we could all be alone." 

She gave you a soft smile and opened the door, the sight of Sal's toothy grin greeting you as soon as you entered. 

"'Ey there, luv." 

You felt yourself suddenly blush, making Alcina chuckle. Her hips swaying sinfully against the crimson of her dress - forcing your blush even deeper. 

"Take a seat, pet. I had the cooks prepare all of your favorites." 

The Countess had truly outdone herself. There wasn't a single favorite of yours that wasn't on the table. A splattering of cupcakes made specifically by Sal, with a large cake in the center of it all. 

"All of this? For little ol' me?" 

You batted your eyes lashes, making them both laugh as you did your best not to show how flustered you actually were. To have both the affections of your Lady and the one and only Sal.. well.. it was more than you could have ever dreamed of. 

"Aye.. jus' wait til we get yer back ter the bedroom, luv." 

"Mh.. indeed." 

"I.. ahem… yes, that." 

You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you quickly filled your mouth with a bite of food. 

"Flustered, are we?" 

"Seems tha' way." 

You honestly weren't sure how you survived each day not combusting into utter gay panic when dealing with the two of them. Identical devious smirks painting their faces as they sat and enjoyed their effects on you.  

"You're adorable, pet." Alcina added with a chuckle, a long match in her hand as she began to light the candles on your cake. 

"Now, it's time to make your birthday wish, draga mea."

"Aye.. anythin' yer want." 

"Anything?" You asked with a tiny smirk, making both the Countess and Sal laugh. 

"Indeed, pet." 

She ran her fingers through the side of your hair before placing the match on the table. An even deeper blush across your cheeks as the sound of "Happy Birthday to You" rang through the air. Alcina's voice - warm, refined - smooth like raw honey. While Sal's overly enthusiastic rendition could make anyone's heart swell. 

You closed your eyes for a moment before quickly blowing them out. Your dinner filled with all the laughter and fluster you could ever ask for - with the rest of the evening making sure every last one of your wishes came true.  

Happy Birthday, dear! 🎉

[hongnanglen-arina]

“Finish what you’ve started” | Hong Joshua

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Joshua x fem reader

Warnings: Heavily suggestive but without the actual smut? It mayyyyyy come in a second part

Words: 1.1k

A/N: Hi there! This here is more a drabble but I wanted to get this out hehe if I have time, I will finish the smutty part but every time I write smut, I die.... so it takes much longer hahaha. This here is nothing fancy but I hope you will like this short piece anyways ♡

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“Why don’t you join me, babe.”

A sly smile appeared on Joshua’s lips.

He was resting against the wall, watching your form sit on the bed of your shared bedroom, while you were slowly unclasping your bra, your eyes never leaving his.

Not saying anything, his eyes were traveling up and down your body, following your fingers remove your clothes for him, piece after piece. You loved how you had his full attention although he didn’t move away from the wall. He was still too far away for your liking.

Biting your lower lip, you kicked your stocking off the bed, joining your dress and bra on the floor. You adjusted as you leaned back a bit. With your left hand behind your back to prop yourself up, you tapped along the hem of your laced panties with your fingertips, your legs spread, giving him a good view of your neediness. 

Joshua didn’t say anything. He was only watching you, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek, hands in the pockets of his designer jeans. 

The way he was obviously enjoying the whole situation made your hunger worse because it didn’t seem like he would join and give you what you craved the most anytime soon. 

During the whole dinner you had attended with him in celebrations of their win at the 30th Seoul Music Awards, he kept teasing you. Whispering unholy things in your ear about his desires, only for you to hear and letting his big hands ghost along your heated body whenever he was near you, leaving tingling trails everywhere.

That’s why you were relieved when one of their managers dropped you off in front of your apartment after the get-together. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’ve been waiting for too long, babe,” you whined, unable to suppress your needs. Just the way he was looking down at you through his bangs caused your body to heat up even more, a familiar part of your body clenching around nothing. His dark eyes were fixated on your hand which was slowly rubbing over the last part of fabrics on you. If he wasn’t going to help you, you needed to do it on your own to release at least a bit of the built up tension. 

“Didn’t you tell me what you want to do to me? Was it a lie or why are you still standing over there doing nothing?” Impatience lingering in your voice as you cocked your head to the side, contemplating what to do next. You didn’t want to do it yourself as needy as you were. You had been taken care of yourself too often for the past few weeks while Joshua was too busy at work that he crashed at the company with the others.

Sighing, you slowly got up and crawled to the end of the bed, kneeling in front of your boyfriend and studying his expression. You noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed when his eyes met your chest, even hearing him swallow thickly in your quiet home.

“Don’t you want to touch me, babe?”

To emphasize your words more, you got off the bed and swayed your hips as you walked to him, stopping just inches away from him. You lifted your hands and slid them underneath his jacket, placing them on his shoulders and slowly letting them glide down, scratching over his clothed abs and stopping at his black leather belt.

“Don’t you think it’s hot in here? Let me help you out of your clothes…” As you were speaking in a seductive tone, your hands opened his belt and pulled it off. Noticing his slightly parted lips, you carefully touched them, licking over your own, your gaze hungrily fixated on his mouth.

“You could do a lot with you talented mouth of yours, babe. It could be of good use, don’t you think?”

The corner of Joshua’s lips twitched. You didn’t notice how his hands balled into fists in his pockets as he was focussing on your bare chest moving slightly up and down as you were breathing. For your boyfriend you were the most beautiful creature on mother earth. He wanted to challenge himself how long he could resist the temptation of bending you over.

You looked so hot in your short dark red dress that he saw his team member’s eyes checking you out whenever they thought you two wouldn’t see it. Instead of becoming jealous, he was filled with pride. Joshua closed his eyes for a second to remember Chan’s surprised expression when your dress hugged your ass perfectly. Also his eyes became double in size when he knelt down to pick up your handkerchief, just to see your legs up close. Maybe he even saw your underwear because of your short dress?

Deeply in and exhaling, Joshua opened his eyes again.

“Don’t you want to claim what’s yours, mh?”

Your face was dangerously close to his, your breath tickling his skin when he swallowed again, knuckles turning white in his jeans.

“I’m not sure why you’re holding back if you can have everything and beyond.”

Joshua felt the urge to kiss your perfect lips. He felt the urge to engage you into a passionate kiss that would smear your lipstick, also getting some on his own in the process. It was indeed hot in your bedroom.

His jacket fell down his shoulders as your teeth bit down on his lower lip, pulling at them. He felt your soft bare chest pressing against his, your hair touching his neck. There was a familiar sweet scent surrounding him. It wasn’t your perfume. It wasn’t your shampoo or body lotion either.

“I want you so bad… I bet you can smell me.” 

While pressing your thighs together, you suppressed a moan, accidentally biting even harder into your boyfriend’s lip. Your breathing was a little shaky and it didn’t go unnoticed by Joshua. He was close to losing his mind, his patience becoming dangerously thin.

As your small hands found the zipper of his jeans, grazing his bulge, his hands shot out of his pockets and stopped you, securing your hands in front of his lower body before you could open his jeans.

With a sheepish kitten lick over his lower lip, you smiled and batted your lashes at him.

“Fuck me,” you whispered against his plump lips and the way his eyes became darker told you that you finally got him.

[oftenderweapons]

Dry and Tumble - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x Vixen

Wordcount: 1k

Genre: fluff, romance, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+ (these two are very explicit in their flirting)

Hello everyone! I've been through a rough bit of time and decided to return to my comfort couple for a little. This scenario was inspired by @ironicarmy's Dirty Laundry (you can find the teaser over here). Thank you Lau for introducing such a great concept in my life. I will forever owe you my most delightful drabble. Writing this really brought me extreme joy while I was in a really dark place and I like to believe it was some sort of a gift you sent me haha ✨🥰

Big thanks go to @thejooncrew for beta reading. Bucca, your love for these two has very few rivals 🥰💕

Plot: not much. Just watch Namjoon have an mental breakdown as he finds Vixen bent over the dryer while she's trying to get the laudry out.

Warnings: these two flirt *heavy* (Vixen is wearing just an oversized shirt and Namjoon loves groping her), DDLG dynamics, tolxsmol galore, allusions to voyeurism and recording a uhmmm... mature video (?), biting. Very domestic flirting

Here is my masterlist! Enjoy 💜✨

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Namjoon stood from his chair, finding it extremely strange that by now you hadn’t yet sneaked into his home studio, curling up on his sofa and mewling obnoxiously until he paid attention to you.

He secretly loved when you acted dramatic and needy, especially because all he needed to do was pat his thighs to have you quiet and cozying up in his arms.

Furtively, he opened the door, suspicious and almost scared of what he would find. It was almost midnight and by now you should already be pestering him for sleepy time and booty rubs.

He started organising the potential scenarios in his head, grading them for increasing level of danger.

Asleep in the bathtub.

Baking biscuits.

His stomach rumbled, his mouth watering. Biscuits and hot chocolate before bed.

He scratched the idea. Too much sugar and you’d be up all night, dashing around the house like a fennec.

Maybe you’d hit the gym?

His eyes rolled close at the thought, a knowing smirk appearing on his face.

Maybe curled up on the sofa, half asleep as you pretended to watch tv. Maybe reading?

The lights in your small studio were off. He walked down the corridor, ready to reach the living room when he spotted a familiar scene in the laundry room.

With an oversized shirt on, you were cutely bent over the dryer, long, naked legs stretched as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to get the last few bits of laundry from the bottom of the machine.

Namjoon grinned and leaned against the door jamb, crossing his arms — already trying to feature the look that always made you go wobbly legged, blushing and babbling. He smiled even brighter when he noticed your tiptoes leaving the floor, your calves tossing a little as you tried to finally reach the piece before trying to regain your balance.

He watched you struggle a little, his feet padding softly across the floor before he licked his lips and purred, “Need any help, little fox?”

You tried to regain your composure as his hands appeared around your waist, your head hitting the lid of the dryer with a hard thud, causing you to whine in pain.

Namjoon chuckled, completely endeared, empathy overwhelming him. “Poor baby,” he cooed, helping you up and wrapping his forearm around your waist while his other hand rubbed your head. “Are you okay, Vixen?”

You were more than okay. You felt only slightly sorry for your clumsiness. What you felt the most was his hard chest against your back and his crotch against your ass. You clamped your lips shut, nodding wordlessly as Namjoon held you closer.

“You should be asleep, babylove,” he kissed the crown of your head, where you knew the bump would be appearing soon. “Why don’t you let me do these things, mh?”

“Because you always forget about them,” you replied, trying to twist in his arms before noticing he was now pinning you harder.

“Leave me a post-it on the door. I promise I’ll take care of it,” Namjoon kissed the sweet spot under your ear. “I don’t want to see my little one upside down into the dryer.”

“Such a sorry view...” you said through a pout.

“Too sorry to make me get ideas,” he teased, pressing his hips against you in a way that let you know he had spoken anything but the truth. “Poor little, helpless fox, upside down, tiny, struggling, stuck in the dryer.”

“Maybe you should put a camera to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” you suggested with fake innocence.

He hummed in appreciation, gripping you harder as an excuse to feel you up. “Sure. A camera. Maybe next time I’ll feel the obliterating need to watch your cute ass appear from there. Accidentally naked...”

“Your back would look so good caught on camera while you’re fucking me,” you purred, letting your thoughts wander.

“Should we get a mirror installed on the bedroom ceiling?” he asked, letting a hand snake under your shirt, palming your thigh heavily until he reached your waist. “I see you’re already half ready.” The arm around your waist grabbed your shirt and tugged it up, until his free hand could comfortably cup your naked mound.

“In my defence, I was digging for my favourite panties,” you said, pouting at him over your shoulder before batting your lashes, swatting at his wrist before dashing for the door. “Shirt off, sir.”

He arched an eyebrow and licked his lip before shaking his head. “Come here.”

“Shirt. Off,” you said before showing him your teeth.

He cackled at the empty threat you were. Feisty but adorably little. He crossed his arms in front of his waist, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it up, taking off the garment and throwing it at you.

“Here, Vixen.”

At the sight of his chest, you trotted over happily. “Catch!” You called before stopping in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving a small skip as you threw your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he murmured fondly as he secured your grip, fixing the room quickly as you nibbled his warm skin. “I’m not a snack, Vixen.”

“You’re a whole damn meal. A large one,” you cooed back, still leaving small, harmless bites.

“All yours, babe.”

He carried you straight to the bedroom, making sure you brushed your teeth before getting anywhere close to the bed. He knew the moment you’d get under the covers would be the moment you crashed. Once clean and calm, he allowed you to tuck yourself under the comforter, laying at your side for a minute. “I need to go switch off my equipment, babylove.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Once he came back, he turned off the lights, taking off his glasses and finding his spot at your side, your limbs adjusting naturally.

“Love you, baby fox.”

“Love you, big bear.”

He smiled and cuddled in closer.

[rattfreakk]

I think I just made jay look like belos from owl house oh no.

[prettyswellaus]

Here's Matt in the Monster High AU (aka the Monster Highworld AU), Because hybrid species exist in the MH universe, I decided to make Matt a Zombie-Vampire Hybrid. Hence his design carries elements of both canon Vampire Matt and Zombie Matt. Also I used this Rarity base for the pose, just in case you're curious, I swear the right hand isn't supposed to look weird.  Bio, Abilities, version without text and skullette, and skullette below!

Bio

Parents A Zombie (Father) A Vampire (Mother) Age 15

Killer Style Anything that makes me look handsome! You'd be surprised of all the things I look good in. Freaky Flaw I've been told that I'm "vain" and "narcissistic". Well, I think they're just jealous they can't compare to my beauty! Pet I want to invest time in myself (and my friends before) I do the same for a pet. I'm not sure what pet I want, but I'm open to anything except a dog, I'm allergic to them! Favorite Activity What else? Admiring myself in my own special way! Oh, and I like to bake as well (and share my creations with my friends too)! Pet Peeve Any damage done to my pretty face! Favorite Subject Fierce Fashion 101, Drama, and any class that lets me display my best self! Least Favorite Subject Physical Deaducation. Those dodgeballs are the bane of my precious face! Favorite Color(s) Purple Favorite Food(s) Besides the flesh and blood, I've been really into eating ribs. And cookies! But I don't like ice cream, it's too cold and it hurts my teeth. Friends Edd Goldberg (BFF) Tom Ridgewood (BFF) Tord Karlsen (BFF) Blaze Thorburn (BFF) Abilities Being a zombie and a vampire, he has the abilities of a vampire and a zombie. Some notable ones are... Bat Transformation Matt is able to transform into a bat at will, but has difficulty controlling it to stay it bat form, hence why he doesn't use it all too often. Hanging from Surfaces Matt can hang from any ceiling no matter what material. Blood Sucking and Infectious Bite Like all vampires, Matt is able to suck blood through someone's neck. However, due to being half zombie, he can infect those he bites, turning them into zombies. Immortality Like all vampires and zombies, he is immortal. Ability to Speak Human English Similar to Neighthan Rot, Unlike most zombies, Matt speaks the English language rather than "Zombie" which is a series of moans and groans, which may or may not be because he is not fully a zombie. Bonus Notes (More to possibly be added in the future)

Matt's left arm is replaced with a skeletal one, which acts similar to a prosthetic, He lost his arm due to an incident a while back. He can take the bone arm off and on easily.

[pyox1]

Backroom - Na Jaemin

Genre : smut in a work office, cocky Jaemin and pissed off manager Renjun

Pairing : Na Jaemin x reader

Word count : 1,8k

The title is pretty self explanatory... Hope you all like it! Feedback is always appreciated:)

Sitting on a stool next to a cash register, you tried resisting the urge of grabbing your cellphone to scroll aimlessly on Instagram.

Your shift halfway done, the seconds were passing at an excruciatingly slow pace. The store was desert, except for one tenacious client that kept clinging onto your coworker, Jaemin. You rolled your eyes. As if she was here to buy anything

"Oh yeah, those shoes fit you amazingly. You look good in them." The boy complimented with a cheeky smile. Hearing endearing compliment or even suggestive comments coming from the charming worker wasn't that unusual. Usually, he only had to smile and wink, and his sales doubled.

"Really?" She batted her eyelashes while pushing her hair back, her lips tugging upwards.

You had to hold back your vomit as Jaemin flirted shamelessly with a client, while you sat behind the register. You ignored if he was aware that she probably wasn't here to make a purchase, but more to eye fuck him. Shaking your head, you couldn't help but be annoyed. Oh, how he would do anything to have good sales.

"Mmmh, but you know what?" He approached her, his voice lowering. "I think you'd look better with them off. Plus maybe a couple of other items of clothing." Upon hearing his words, your mouth fell open. What the hell was this? For a second you wondered if you were at a shoe store, and not on a set, shooting a shitty porn intro. You couldn't grasp the concept of someone being as cocky as your coworker.

The girl became a flush mess, blabbering back an answer that you couldn't quite hear. You huffed, crossing your arms, before advertising your gaze towards the clock on the wall next to you. Only 4 hours left. This was going to be easy. Only a couple hours more to endure Jaemin being ogled by girls. God, usually he would serve the client, no fuss or funny business added, but you guessed the lack of aircon in the store had affected his brain in a more damaging way than you had thought.

The pair were now giggling like school girls while whispering in each other's ears. You tried concentrating on the ticking object reminding you that you wouldn't have to deal with them in a few hours, but your mind kept getting interrupted by their laughs.

You didn't know what was more aggravating; the girl playfully punching Jaemin, or the fact that he was leading her own. What did she have that you didn't? You had always been respectful and thoughtful with the boy, sometimes offering to switch your shifts with his to his advantage. The conversation flowed naturally between the two of you and you had a few points in common. You also didn't consider yourself to be unattractive, so what was missing? Why weren't you the girl at the receiving end of Jaemin's sultry comments?

Oh no. You were getting lost in your thoughts again.

Damn this store for its annoying customers and its hot weather. And its hot male employees.

"(Y/n)!" Your other coworker Renjun screamed, walking through the rack of pumps with shoeboxes under his arms. "You're up for a break." You peaked up at the mention of a chance to get away from the cringy scene unfolding right under your nose.

"You're such a savior Jun, thank you." You got up, flattening your work vest.

"Yeah yeah... You have fifteen minutes. One more minute and you can be sure it'll be off your paycheck." The brown-haired boy joked.

"Legally I've got thirty minutes, you punk."

"I dare you to call your manager a punk once again." You rolled your eyes, flipping off the boy, who also happened to be your best friend.

"Bite me." You said teasingly. He laughed approaching you so that no one else could hear what he was about to say.

"I feel like mister googly eyes over there wouldn't say no to that offer." Your attention shifted to what he was referring to, your eyes locking with Jaemin's. You saw his jaw clenching, his eyes shooting daggers at Renjun's back. A nervous laugh escaped your mouth.

"Shut up, I'll be back in fifteen." You almost ran into a shoe rack trying to get to the back, your attention glued to the floor. In no way, you wanted to lock eyes with Jaemin again. You hid in the office, afraid to face anyone with red fiery cheeks. It might be best if you spent the rest of your shift away from prying eyes. You could try convincing Renjun to let you organize the rest of the inventory, but you were afraid that he'd find it too suspicious since you hated organizing boxes with a passion. You had to try, even if he wouldn't buy it.

Just as you were about to exit the office, the door flung open, revealing a fidgety looking Jaemin.

"Oh- Hm, (y/n), hey, I was looking for a specific pair..." His teeth bit his bottom lip. You held your breath, his body way too close to you then necessary but none of you took a step back. If anything, you wanted to be even closer.

"Bullshit, why would you be looking for shoes in the office." That had seemed to shut him off. You had just caught him in a lie.

"I saw you talking with Renjun."

"Okay, and?"

"Well, you two seemed pretty touchy... I just wanted to get on with the gossip, that's all." He smirked. You couldn't believe him.

"Funny coming from the guy that was practically making a girl drool over him on the job." You pocked at finger at his chest accusingly. Jaemin clicked his tongue, annoyed.

"At least I'm not flirting with the manager to get a raise." He shot back.

"I can't believe you, he's my best friend."

"Maybe you should tell him then. He doesn't seem very aware that you're only friends." He continued. You scoffed, taken aback. You had no idea what kind of spirit was possessing him right now. You wondered where he had gotten the balls to speak to you like that.

"You should get back to work, I'd like to enjoy the ten minutes left to my break. Thanks." As you were about to push him away, his hands grabbed your upper arms, enabling you to touch him.

"Either I come in for the next ten minutes or I leave and we never talk about this encounter again." He stared at you with a straight face. You hated yourself for even considering his offer, but you had to think about it in a rational way. He had just given you the easiest dilemma ever. You were going to tell him to leave, and then everything would be back to normal. Easy.

"Okay, but we have to be quick. Lock the door behind you." Jaemin's smirked again, pushing you in and closing the door. Not even a second later, his hands were all over you, as well as his lips. You sighed as his fingers slipped under your shirt, his touch hot against your cold skin. His fingertips digging into your flesh, he pulled you flush to his body.

"Couch." He directed. You both made your way to the shitty leather couch in the corner of the room, his lips not leaving your neck. You laid down on the torn fabric sofa. It's box springs dug into your back, but it would have to do for now. Jaemin joined you on the couch, his body hovering over yours. You eagerly pushed your lips to his, earning a grunt from him.

"Can I take your belt off?" You asked, your hands already playing with the hem of his pants.

"Fuck, I'm not the one who's going to stop you." You smiled, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down. Your hand sliding under his boxer, you palmed his growing member.

"Shit," He let out, eyes squeezed shut. You squeezed his shaft, starting to slowly move your wrist up and down. "I can't believe we're doing this at work." You giggled as he tried to suppress his moans. You sped up your movements while kissing his jawline, occasionally biting a specific spot on his neck that made him squirm.

"You're so sensitive," You teased. "Cute." His eyes shot open, an eyebrow quirked up. One of his hands left your waist to lightly touch your crotch, earning a desperate whimper from you.

"And I'm the sensitive one. Tsk, tsk, tsk." He continued groping you, while you sloppily tried to finish your job. You suddenly felt his fingers sneak beneath your shorts, his fingers coming in contact with you pulsing heath. "Let's try not to make a mess, mh?" You nodded quickly before you felt one of his digits entering you.

For the next minutes, moans and swears resonated through the office, only adding to the steam of the action. Jaemin's head was pressed into your neck, his hair sticking out in every direction possible while you whined, his thumb doing wonders on your clit. You felt his member twitch in your hold. The both of you were about to come until an urgent pounding came from the door.

"Open this door, right now!" Renjun's voice was loud enough for the two of you to automatically jump up. You tried taming your hair while Jaemin almost fell pulling his pants up. Running to the door, the sweaty boy followed in on your footsteps. You both tried to look as normal as possible, not wanting to face your manager looking like you just went at it in the break room. You took a deep breath before unlocking the door and opening it quickly.

Renjun's suspicious stare stayed on you before giving Jaemin an up and down. Looking next to you, the tall boy was finishing buckling his belt, a shit-eating grin on his face. You gasped when you saw all the hickeys that had just appeared on his neck.

"You guys are fucking disgusting." the brown-haired boy snarled with a face of disgust. You were mortified that your best friend AND manager had just caught you red-handed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry-" You went to put your hand on his shoulder but he quickly dodged it.

"I don't care- just, don't touch me until you wash your hands," Jaemin laughed at that. "and for your information, I hope you're aware that there are cameras all over the store. Including the office. So next time, please spare me the horrifying vision of the both of you hooking up on the couch I eat my lunch on." You burned in embarrassment as Renjun left to go attend to some clients as if this was the most normal situation ever.

"You heard that, (Y/n)? He was hinting to a next time."

"Shut up."

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hyoma has never been a fan of strawberries, they remind him too much of his hair color and it gives his colleagues too much room for teasing; plus most of the time they taste sour, so it isn't a big loss for him to avoid them. "Hey" you sing-sang "look what I brought-" Hyoma is sitting on his sofa, he turns around to look at you, your feet can't stay still and you are clearly hiding something behind your back; his mind can't avoid overlapping your figure with an excited kitty. "Strawberries! My friend has a ton of them and today she gifted me an entire basket" You push towards him the basket, smile going from one ear to the other. "Oh, I don't like them, eat them for me" Your smile drops, but not for long. "Are you sure? They are super sweet!" "Yes, yes, now sit with me, I have already chosen the film" he sits back again, now with you on his side, warming him better than the light cover he placed on both of you.

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Hyoma swore he found the film interesting, but there is someone that is catching his attention a little too much; it's you. You that are now laying your head on his chest, biting that sugary red fruit, at times slurping, trying to conceal the sound as much as you can, when some droplet try to escape from your lips. He really can't avert his eyes from mouth, look at your teeth sinking, your tongue swiping, or better smearing, red on your lips that with every fruit are getting more and more similar to his hair color. "(Y/n), look at me" "Mh?" Your doe eyes shine and bat in curiosity, a big and juicy strawberry popped in your mouth, now shaped in an 'o'. Maybe this time Hyoma will bend his rules and eat a strawberry.

[13tinysocks]

Hello Spill Your Guts enjoyers. May I offer you a cut scene from chapter 48 of SYG where Brian and (Y/n) have sex on a motorcycle? Too bad because here it is. Context: This is right after Brian and Yn crash the car at the end of their date in but instead of being a good person Yn goes apeshit. 3291K words. 

“Yes, sugar?" A low drawl spoken right into your ear as he pressed a kiss into your neck. A chill crawling it's way up your spine. Fear gripping you, not of him but of what you could so easily become. Tensing in his hold, being basically dangled off a cliffs edge. Usually you were grossly into this sort of thing, the knowledge that he was thinking the same thing made your insides twist. He knew you too well. 

        A kiss would be nice. Accepting disgusting loving, his hands slathered in blood, right after the wave of unnatural thoughts bombarded your brain. You wanted comfort, your body practically shaking with adrenaline.

        "Put me down." Tone low and unconvincing, eyes on the raging fire below, the fire stirring in your gut, the feeling of his arms distracting you from the people burning to death below you. 

        He seemed to get it, that you were accepting the outcome, becoming like him, that you had enjoyed that just as much as he had. Taking note of the weak tremor in your voice and the way you seemed to melt into his arms.

        "Are you sure?" He jested, "It's a long way down." Arms around you teasingly loosening, your body just barley slipping before his grip tightened once more, catching you as you felt a gasp leave your lips. The fear of being dropped mixing with the dopamine that ran through your body when he kissed your neck again, a low chuckle sending vibrations through your skin. 

“Ya’know what Brian?” You snapped, reaching behind yourself and sliding your hand round til you found a semi-hard mass. “Stop playin’ games with me.” Playfully firm, you squeezed his clothed shaft. 

“Soooo,” His breath was wonderfully warm on your neck, you could feel his lips growing closer to your ear, “You don’t want me to drop you?”

“No Brian,” You deadpanned, “I don’t wanna die. I wanna fuck.” God, you sounded like an emo porn actress. 

“You’re awfully forward.” He hummed into your skin, pressing a tender kiss into you before teasinly nipping at you.

At that you quietly moaned, melting further into his back. Reciprocating by gently rubbing your hand along the tent in his jeans. He was only getting harder and your panties were only getting wetter. 

“Maybe because I want you to rail me or something. Food for thought, Bee.” 

Brian chuckled, pulling you away from the cliff's edge, insisting on carrying you all the way to his bike. You didn’t even bat an eye when you passed the still bleeding corpse. In fact your heart only raced faster. He was dangerous, you were dangerous, you were both on a high that left you disgustingly aroused. Might as well ride it out.

He set you on the bike seat and you had to admit a bit of disappointment when you could no longer paw at his pants. You expected him to kiss you but instead he bent down and started to pat your legs. Pressing the balls of his hands around your legs and knitting his brow as if he were looking for something.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” You asked, impatience heavy in your lowered tone.

Then he settled himself on the ground, warm hands guiding your thighs apart. “Oh you know,” He began, pressing a kiss onto your inner thigh, “Checking to see if you’re hurt.”

Scoffing, you barked, “You little slut. If you wanted something you could have just asked.” You tried to keep up a huffy attitude with him, to not instantly submit to his antics but he just kept on pressing his lips further and further up your thighs. Even though it was through your pants, it was electrifying, each one making your legs shake with anticipation. 

“Oh, I know.” Half-lidded hazel met with (e/c) when he lowly delivered a deliciously spine chilling message, “I just like to watch you squirm. Also, I’m a romantic.”

Without thinking about your pride or dignity or whatever the fuck, you told him, “Alright then Romeo, take my pants off if you really wanna see somethin’.”

And that he did without hesitation. Only bringing himself up to crash his lips into yours. It was a welcomed pressure that you moaned into, feeling his fingers undoing the button of your jeans while he slid his tongue over yours. The zipper was next but you hardly paid attention, head in a whirl when he teasingly bit your lip. When you gasped he throatily chuckled, getting quickly back to grinding his tongue against yours. 

Taking your pants off was an awkward effort that the both of you didn’t break the kiss for. You weren’t going to make any comments about it but the sweaty leather of the motorcycle seat was on the uncomfortable side. A gentle breeze cooled your heated skin, leaves mutedly rustled, the smell of blood and burning flesh hung heavy in the air.

It was only until your jeans were around your ankles and his hand was warmly resting between your thighs did he pull away. Breathless and blushing, Brian still found the energy to purr out a request, “You mind if I make you cum for me a couple times?”

“Holy shit, do whatever you want to me. I don’t care.” You said, shifting to press your wet panties into his hand eagerly.

“Mh-hmm.” Tongues were sliding back together by the time he’d slid the pads of his fingers over your clothed pussy. Being so worked up you readily moaned into his mouth when he torturously circled your clit with his middle finger.

Filled with need you pulled away to make a bold demand, “Get on your knees, bee boy.”

Ever the giver, his head was positioned between your thighs in a matter of seconds without argument. He wanted this as much as you did. Panties yanked down and your knees hooked over his broad shoulders in an instant. 

Brian took in the sight of your ridiculously wet and swollen pussy with his trademark lopsided grin, “Someone’s worked up. I wonder why.” 

“Gee, real mystery we got on our hands.”

He just laughed before carefully approaching your bare flesh. Keeping up eye contact as he kiss, kiss, kissed his way closer. Only a few mere inches away from where you really wanted his lips to be, he stopped. Eyes twinkling deviously before he took in some of your sensitive supple flesh and sucked. You ground yourself into nothing needily, the feeling of him licking at your inner thigh sending more waves of pure arousal to your head than you thought someone biting your thigh would.

Cheered on by your clear approval, he worked his way hardly closer, picking a new spot to suck till it bruised. 

“For fuck’s sake Brian, get to it already.” You growled, one hand gripping onto the bike handle for stability while the other found the back of his head, curling in his light hair.

The man in question cheekily grinned up at you, finally bringing himself closer to your slick warmth. He pressed a thumb into the developing bruise just to see you gasp before he flicked his tongue lightly over your clit. Being more than ready, you whined a lot louder than was cause for.

Brain didn’t need any more motivation than that. He dove right in, tongue pressing wetly into the bottom of the swollen mass. Keeping up the erotic eye contact that told you he was in charge as he dragged the muscle up and over every bump and curve.

 Stopping when you pulled on his hair and ground into his mouth. He’d stumbled across the most sensitive part of your throbbing clit. Armed with that knowledge he chuckled and started to circle just around the spot's edges. Your fingers twisted in his hair, thighs squeezing either side of his head. Back and forth, teasingly fast he passed the tip of his tongue over the area with a merciless soft pressure.

“Brian- Fuck- Harder.” You needily whined, pussy desperately throbbing. All it wanted was for him to fill you up and make you cum so hard you couldn’t think anymore. But Brian had other plans for the moment. He quirked his brows as if to tell you to fucking beg and wihtout any shame you did, “Please. I need it.”

Intrigued, he pulled himself back to ask, “Need what (Y/n)?”

“I just want you to make me cum and rail me, okay?” You breathily snapped.

Snickering, he replied, “Be patient.” He quickly lapped at the swollen tip, watching you buck your hips and contort your face into one of needy pleasure. “You’re cute.”

“No you.”

Instead of replying, he sealed his lips around your clit and gently sucked. Isolating the sensitive spot before running his slick tongue over it in overwhelmingly wonderful circles. You never thought you’d moan that loud so close to a dead body, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. As seconds passed and he mercilessly kept going, only providing more pressure and teasingly sucking harder; you started to feel all of it coming to a building tingly climax much faster than you expected.

“Brian,” You wailed, nails digging into the back of his head, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

He smiled against your sensitive flesh, only zeroing in harder. Eyes closing sweetly, lapping almost desperately at your clit. The thought of how hard he must be and how much he wanted you to cum on his tongue alone made your body hotter. It only made you closer and closer til your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and your back was arching.

All at once it hit you, the sudden throbbing burst of pleasurable heat. You bucked yourself into him, riding out your pounding orgasm as much as you could. Not without screaming his name of course.

As the rolling waves of intensity started to weaken, Brian rose. You were going to thank him, crack a joke, maybe try to flip the situation around and ride him like the motorcycle he was fucking you on; But he didn’t give you a chance. Lips on yours in an instant, you willingly opened up and he slipped his slick covered tongue into your mouth. He chuckled against you, at how desperate you were to taste yourself mixed with his spit. Hands spreading your legs further so he could rock his clothed hard-on against your bare groin. A wanton moan passed your lips, jeans wonderfully grinding against your sensitive heat. You could feel how much harder he was than before.

Craving his length buried inside of you, you pulled your tingling lips away. Twitching and grinding into the coarse clothing, his fingers had slid up your shirt, under your bra, teasingly rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer. God, that lopsided smirk he had on his face made you want to ride him for hours.

You pawed at his erection, stroking along his long shaft, feeling a developing spot of wetness at his swollen head even through boxers and denim. 

“Fuck me, right now.” You lowly purred, fingers crawling to the button.

“You don’t think I was already planning on it?” He snarked, forehead sweetly pressed against your own.

“Don’t be an ass.” Button open, now for the fly.

“Since when am I not?”

You snorted out a double entendre,  “Yeah, you suck but like in a good way.”

“I love you.” Wow, that got real cute out of nowhere right when you’d sent your hand into his open pants.

“Aww, I love you to, ya big sap. Anyway, nice dick.” You said, pulling it through his boxers. 

“Thanks.” 

His smirk faltered when you ran your hand along his bare shaft, what a sight to see him moan and blush. You felt tortuously empty holding his hardness, tip and upper shaft slathered in precum. 

“Aww, look at you.” The words came out domineering, teasing, “You must be so desperate to fuck me, huh Brian?” You purred, slowly and gently jerking him off. 

He huffed out a laugh, pulling his hands out of your shirt, “You really think you’re in charge here, huh?”

“Well I’m literally holding your dick so- OPE!”

Just like that you were lifted up, flipped around and bent over the bike. Stomach slapping down where you’d just been sitting, ass up for his viewing pleasure. He jammed his knee between your upper thighs, kicking them apart with ease. You playfully huffed at him but didn’t protest. In fact you settled down as comfortably as you could while he positioned himself as well.

“Look who’s holding who now.” He snickered, one hand firmly gripping your hip the other rested on the curve of your ass. Wouldn’t be sex with Brian without him being fucking annoying in a really hot and fun way. 

Wouldn’t be sex with you if you weren’t also a pain right back, “Wow real nice come ba-ACK!” It wasn’t that hard of a smack, but to your sensitive skin a slap delivered to your lower asscheek hurt more than it should have. Had to admit, it was a total turn on, the shocked scream ending on a wonton note.

“Are you alright?” He asked, obviously picking up on the trill in your voice and the way your legs were shaking.

“More than,” You purred shakily, “Do it again.”

So he did. Harder. The sound resounded in the open air. Your ass harshly stung, spot where his hand struck warmly pounding in its wake. You didn’t think you could get horniner but you found yourself mildlessly growling, “Fuck me.”

Smack. 

You whined at the intoxicating pain. Every hit having your pussy twitch with need. Brian telling you from above, “Beg.”

As much as you wanted to get railed, as hot as your face was, as painfully unfilled you were. You were still a stubborn brat when it came to instructions. “No.”

Smack.

Fingers harshly dug into the leather seat at the hit. Surely you’d be hurting on the ride back, but you didn’t care. In fact each hit brought a sultry moan out of you. “That all you got?”

Smack.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, shaking under his palm smoothing over the stinging flesh.

“Come on honey, just ask nicely and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Brian cooed.

For a few seconds you resisted the urge before your resolve crumbled. You couldn’t take the agonizing wait anymore. It was getting hard to tell if you were on the verge of tears from the pain or the lack of getting railed.

“Please give me your fucking cock, Brian. I need it.” 

He darkly chuckled at your desperate plea, “Good girl.”

A firm pressure pressed itself into your slick. A whine rose from your throat as he easily slid his thick length into you inch by inch. Filling you up with his satisfying hardness. 

“It’s cute how wet you are for me, Honey.” He shuddered and sighed, feeling you throb around him just at the dirty talk.

You had nothing snarky to say, mind clouded by the fact that he wasn’t pounding you yet. All you could do was press into his hips and whimper.

Smack.

A squeal ripped up from your throat, the sting nearly drawing your attention away from his shaft pulling itself halfway out of you. In an instant his hips slapped into your skin, dick buried back inside of you. Both of you letting out varying degrees of breathy moans. Then he slid himself nearly out of you. Before you could whine he slammed the entirety of his length into you. Pussy wonderfully stretching around him much to your pleasure, your fingers curling into the leather of the seat.

“Yes!” You squealed, mimicking his actions, pulling away before throwing yourself back into him. Thick fingers dug harshly into your skin, his dick slamming in and out of you at a pace that only got faster.

 Another smack was laid onto your bare skin. All you could do was roll back your eyes and incoherent babble his name, “Brian.”

Warm fingers slid around the front of your throat, squeezing and pulling you up. Back forced to arch while he mercilessly thrusted into your throbbing pussy. His sultry voice right in your ear, “What’s that?” 

“I-” His hand squeezing around your neck only reminded you how in control he was. Confident, assured, domineering. It was really hot.

“You like being at my mercy don’t you?” Even hotter.

You shuddered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every roll of his hips. “I’m so fucking close.” 

“Already?” Brian chuckled. Not taking any mercy on you, slamming his hardness into you faster than before. Repeatedly grinding himself against your g-spot. “Such a needy mess.”

You got the cue to tell him how pathetic you were, but you could hardly say anything other than babbling out, “Fuck, I- Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The building sensation came to fruition as his hand slid from your hip to your clit. Zeroing it out with his pointer finger and rubbing it in quick circles. 

“Cum for me.” His command was what really sent you over the edge, body seeming to obey him without question. Twitching to a stop, pussy squeezing around him. Hot throbbing waves completely overtaking your mind. Brian slowed only a little, moaning and continuing to thrust into you. Fulling riding out the orgasm and still going after that. You weren’t complaining at all. Everything felt so much more sensitive, everytime he rammed his dick into you, you were overcome with such an overwhelming sensation it took everything in you not to cry. 

Shaking and melting into his touch, letting him rail you as long as he wanted to. Clit still being teasingly circled, sending electric shocks of bliss through your body.

Skin slapped onto skin, Brian didn’t stop for a break at all and neither did you. Doing your damndest to grind into him, feeling his length grind and roll against all your more sensitive spots. 

Upon looking over your shoulder you saw Brian, red faced and breathily sighing. Hazel met with (e/c) and he sweetly smiled before intentionally slamming himself right into your g-spot. Your vision blurred, eyes rolling back while your body tremored.

 “Fuck,” He murmured, “You feel so good.”

Brian started to slow, moans growing louder, grip on your neck getting harder. You were aware of what was coming and you didn’t care. Through your breathlessness, you pushed out a message, “Please don’t pull out. I want you.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” Brian growled, suddenly picking up his pace. Slamming his dick into you over and over at breakneck speed, mercilessly rubbing your clit.

Whimper, writhe, and whine were all you could do at this point. Body shaking and taking in everything that he was giving you. Again, the sensations built up to you being on an edge high out of your fucking mind.

 “I- I’m gonna- Brian!” No time to properly announce it because that familiar heat was back with a vengeance.

  Feeling you cum around him finally pushed him to rock his hips into you one last time. He shuddered, groaning, “(Y/n), honey, fuck.” Dick pulsating as you continued to cum around him. A sudden warmth filled your insides, filling you up even more than he already was.

Breathless and exhausted you both stood there, muscles starting to relax. It was then, in a slight wave of non-horny clarity, when you realized exactly where you were. Why your clothes were so wet and warm. Why it smelled like burned plastic and beef. You were filled with shame and cum. Worst part was that you’d probably have to ride all the way back home like that. Aw shit.