#mmm I think I might just start edging myself

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[bubblergoespop]

My Top Milo Quotes

i wanna devour this man so bad. the original version of this is at least triple the length omfg. @mrsmiagreer it’s finally here <3

“From one pretty face to another.”

“Bedroom? Oh. Ohhh. [gremlin giggling]”

“Cute?! You’re gonna come here, into my home, uninvited, and tell me I look cute when I’m mad? First of all sweetheart, you’re damn right I’m cute—“

“Jesus Christ who taught you how to do healing magic, a construction worker with a jackhammer?!”

“Me and Ash give each other shit all the time. He calls me a runt, I call him a bitch bottom, we laugh, we move on.”

“Cuddled up with you, in front of a fire? That’s a one-way ticket to sleepytown, USA, population: this guy.”

“I do not spoil him! Well whaddya want me to do? He’s my lil guy.”

“I swear to god, if I’m lyin I’m dyin, he looks him dead in the eye and says “if concerns about the future of your relationship with Amanda are weighing on you too heavily, I’m sure I can get by with just Milo and Asher here.”

“Are you Lasky?”

“Touch me and your life will be measured in milliseconds. I can see myself out.”

“It’s back. I’m back.”

“And next thing you know, boom, you’re sitting here, a broken man, barefoot with no fucking dress socks.”

“‘So Mr. Greer, what was it that ultimately pushed you over the edge?’ Oh, I don’t know officer, might have something to do with the walking terror I call a mate.”

“So what if I am sappy? I’m running on sleepy middle of the night brain, you get what you get. Shhh. Hush. Don’t you be mean to me. I’m trying to help.”

“He’s a good little dude. Isn’t that right, bub?

“I got to hold my favorite person in the whole world. And only occasionally had to threaten to choke them out.”

“Mmm. You’re cute. Yeah, I called you cute. What are you gonna do about it? Get grumpy? Just makes you look cuter.”

“Do not call them my ‘titties’ you asshole!”

“Personally, I think I’m better at getting clothes off a ya than putting em on, but I’m ever at your service, baby.”

“No no no, don’t do that button. Yeah. Yeah, leave that one undone.”

“There’s my sweetheart.”

“Yeah. Well, it beats for you, sweetheart. A little more sappy shit for the road.”

“There ya go, that looks perfect! Yeah, what you’re wearing right now! You look fucking incredible in it. Yeah, I know you haven’t even started changing into the next look, what’s your point?”

“When I say you’re my mate, I mean it with every inch of me. When I say it, my core lights up like a firework. And when I feel your core answer it, and mirror it back, it feels like the fourth of fucking July in my chest.”

“I mean, obviously we’re gonna look fucking great no matter what, it is us after all”

“Hey, I know Ash is your mate, but would you mind if I use that choke collar you have for him real quick?”

“The power couple”

“And the energizer bunny takes a tumble.”

“And you won’t believe this next part but, uh, as a wolf, I don’t have hands.”

“You don’t have to ask, baby, I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“You feel like forever in my arms.”

“Oh my god, do they think my house smells weird?”

“I don’t want this for you, baby.”

“These muscles got more knots in em than you had wrapped around you the other night. And that’s saying something.”

“You run through my blood like oxygen, sweetheart.”

“Whose mouth is this?”

“And do not wear that belt, how old is that thing? It looks awful!”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. The pack’s here.”

“You want to see a hissy fit, bootlicker?”

“Cmon, head up. Up for me. There you go. I wanna see this pretty face.”

“Kissing my palm like that… you’re too fucking cute.”

“I just wanna feel you.”

[sourlemonsprout]

just imagine Alphonse and Seth’s individual reactions to finding out Sugarboo snorts when they laugh. Like you know they’re holding back for a bit when Seth first started staying with them but then Al was like “hey y’know they’ve got a snort laugh right?” and Seth demands proof (he believes it he just wants to see it for himself)

Alphonse x Seth x Boo (gn!reader)

Thank you so much for all the love and requests!!

Word Count: 862

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The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden glow across the living room where you sat comfortably snuggled into your boyfriend's side in one of your wide chairs in the living room.

"Are you sure you're okay sleeping down here on the couch, Seth?" you asked. "If you need a break, you can always take the bed. Or I can look for a sleeping bag somewhere around here." You turned your head away, trying to remember if you even had a sleeping bag anymore.

"No, no, it's alright. I'm fine Sugar, really," he assured you.

"I truly appreciate you lettin' me crash here," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's no problem, really!" you assure him.

"I think he actually prefers camping to a warm bed. If you gave him a sleeping bag, you might have to go searching for him in the woods." Al said, drawing a light giggle from you, to which you brought a fist up to cover your lips.

"You laugh but it's true!" Seth nodded.

"To each their own I suppose, I'd gladly take a cozy bed any day over a tarp and sleeping bag." Al shrugged.

"Speaking of cozy, I'm gonna go change into some comfier clothes," you pat Al's leg before hopping up. Seth's gaze follows your figure as you hop up the stairs and disappear out of sight.

"You good?" Al asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, oh, yeah." Seth shook his head slightly, a little flustered that he'd been caught staring.

"Uh huh, your face was lookin' a little pink there for a second." Al pried.

"Well, ya' know, they've got a nice laugh," he admitted quietly.

"It's uh, been a while since I heard a laugh like that," he said with his mouth drawn in a faint smile, the edges of his deep brown eyes grew soft.

"Oh yeayea," Al nodded.

The boys sat in comfortable silence, taking in the moment and appreciating the calmness around them. It had been a long time since they had felt so at ease in each other's presence. There wasn't the slightest hint of tension, regret, or anger between them. They had finally found a moment of respite, and it was all thanks to the sunshine that you had brought into their lives.

"You know they snort when they laugh hard enough?" Alphonse broke the silence. Seth spun his head to face Al, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with disbelief.

"Really?"

"Mmm, it's true." Al nodded. A flicker of light danced across his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "I remember bein' a little shocked the first time I heard it. But I gotta admit, everything's just so much funnier with a laugh like that," he recounted, a warm smile spreading across his face. The more Seth thought about it, he could totally picture you snorting while you laughed, and oh he longed to hear it.

"Well, I just have to believe it when I hear it for myself," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I know they've been hiding it, but I'll see if I can break them," Alphonse said with a smirk.

It wasn't long before you entered the living room, wrapped in fresh pajamas and holding a blanket, there was a spring in your step as you walked.

"Here, I brought down this extra blanket for you," you said, chucking the soft grey blanket that you were holding onto his lap before collapsing on a chair.

"It's startin' to feel like a slumber party up in here," Al said, bumping his hands up with a silent 'whoop-whoop'.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?" you ask, eyes angling for the remote before the boys were nodding their heads.

"Alriiiight!" you say with a huff as you slap both needs and bend forward to get up.

"Jesus, you stand up like a Midwestern dad," Al laughs as he mimics your actions dramatically, leaving you two giggling at one another like children. As Alphonse continues to mock you for 'being an old man', your giggles turn into full-blown laughs until a small snort escapes your mouth, which has you doubling over, grabbing onto Al's arm for support as you cover your mouth with your other hand. Just as Seth thought he couldn't adore you anymore, you reveal a laugh like that. He loved how your face glowed with euphoria as you clutched at your sides, trying to regain oxygen in your lungs. Your infectious laughter filled the room, causing Seth to chuckle, unable to resist the joyful atmosphere that surrounded them. The more you snort, the harder y'all laugh.

Once you were able to breathe properly and stand upright, you gave Al a little kiss on the side of his cheek and snatched the TV remote off the coffee table.

"Alright you two, what're we watchin'?" Seth asked, still unable to wipe the grin off his face.

"Nothin' scary, I'm lookin' at you Boo," Al opined, shooting you a side-eye.

"Maybe a comedy?" Seth suggested. The corner of your mouth curled into a smile as you squinted at him.

"You're just trying to get me to snort again, aren't you?" you chirp.

"…maybe"

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The End <3

[readerlovr]

I’ll take care of you

Pt 1

Warnings: NSFW, Sub!Drew, dom!reader, masturbation (female), handjob, P in V smut, edging, overstimulation, 18+

You pull Drew out of the building and he follows you like a stray puppy. You get in the car after you find out that Drew had a valet drive the car from the helicopter pad where you took off to the landing pad where you landed. The valet wasn’t quite ready to pick you guys up yet given you didn’t use the full estimated time of the picnic because you ate Jack shit. But you didn’t mind because you were teasing Drew all over again trying to gain his stamina back up. And it very much worked. By the time you got in the car his bulge was so big that he couldn’t hide it. Y’all’s place was quite a ways away from where you were, and you just couldn’t wait.

“You look so sexy baby.” You whisper to Drew in his ear after you take your seatbelt off.

“Baby.” He whines. “Come on, I’m driving.”

You don’t care. You start kissing his neck and going up till you reach behind his ear which is his sweet spot. He jerks away from you, trying to get away from the pleasure while he’s driving, but he doesn’t say anything. You grab his head to hold him in place as you start your attack behind his ear again. You can tell he tries to hold back his moans for as long as he can but once you placed your hand right over his package, he moaned loudly and jerked in his seat a bit which caused him to slam on the breaks a little harder than usual. You giggle at his actions as you massage him down there for a couple more seconds before you pull your hand back and sit in your seat. He takes a minute to compose himself mentally before he looks at you and shakes his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, love.”

You smile to yourself.

“Oh come on. I was just having fun. I like making you feel good.” You say in a sweet voice.

“I know you do baby. But we have to survive this car ride home first.”

You chuckle at his comment.

“Fine, I won’t touch you for the rest of the ride.”

“Thank you.” He responds with a sweet smile.

“I’ll just touch myself.”

His face immediately drops. In an instant you’re pulling up your skirt and pushing down your underwear. Even though he just made you cum no longer than 20 minutes ago, you could go multiple rounds with Drew. But you’re doing this because he loves to watch you. It’s drives him crazy.

“Baby please. We might actually crash.” He says taking quick glances at your exposed flower.

“I trust you won’t let that happen handsome.”

He let out a frustrated whine as he knew he wasn’t winning this one. You took two of your middle fingers and sucked on them. When they were nice and lubricated you slowly traveled them down your body, giving his peripheral view a show. Once you’re at your core you rub your fingers on your clit, and you moan loudly.

“Mmm baby. I can’t wait to make you feel good just like I’m making myself feel good. Hurry up and get us home please.”

“Doing the best I can Y/n.” He says tight lipped.

You keep circling your clit until you feel like you’re wet enough. Once you feel your wetness, you stick your fingers in. You gasp at the feeling. You start going in and out slowly. It’s quiet in the car except for the sounds of other cars outside, so you both heard you making a mess so clearly. And he loved how filthy it sounds. He can’t help but to fully look over at your actions. He parts his lips in awe and he pants through his mouth. He’s so hot. He could make you cum just by looking at him.

“Like what you see baby?”

He dumbly nods as if he has not control over his body. He looks about ready to get on his hands and knees to eat you.

“Eyes on the road baby. Since you were so worried about it before.” As you move your fingers faster so the squelching sound of your core gets quicker. He looks in his rear view and his side mirror, and you know he’s thinking to pull over.

“Don’t pull over.” You say just as he touched the blinker.

“Why?” He whines.

“Because once I’m done having my way with you, you’d be too exhausted to drive baby.”

He clenched his jaw trying to keep his composure once again, but you just go faster. The faster you go the louder you moan.

“Baby girl please, you’re going to make my cum in my pants again.” He says as he palms himself. You love teasing him, however you can’t have him cumming just yet. So against your better judgment you decide to stop teasing him.

“Okay baby. I’ll stop.”

You pull your fingers out and he immediately turns to you with his mouth open. You gladly gave him what he wanted as he sucked off all of you off your fingers. He moans around your fingers.

“Thank you baby.”

You stay in your seat and check him out the entire ride back. As soon as we were in the neighborhood. You attacked him with so many kisses. Neck, face, jaw, ears. He pulled into the driveway and parks. You can feel his energy switch from having to hold back to letting it all loose. He grabs your hair and kisses you back with full force. He sticks his tongue in your mouth and moans in your mouth.

“Can we go inside now?” He asked.

“Of course baby.” You both unbuckle your seatbelt as you basically race to the door. And soon as you get in you immediately slam him into the door and kisses him. He hums into the kiss and grabs both of your thighs. He does this to you telling you to jump so he could carry toy but you deny him this time.

“No baby, it’s time for me to make you feel good. Let’s go upstairs.” You take his hand as he follows you upstairs.

Once you get in the bedroom you close the door. You drag Drew to the bed and push him on top of it. His legs are still dangling off so you straddle his lower stomach as you lean down to kiss him. While kissing you back, he sits up causing you to slide down to be seated on his crotch. He moans at the immediate contact. You move your hips back and forth to make him moan louder which he does.

“Come on Y/n stop teasing.”

“It’s our engagement night baby, I can tease you for as long as I want.”

He took strained exhale as you circle his crotch harder than you did the last time. But ultimately you decide it’s enough teasing for your own sake.

You get off his lap as you help him take off his shirt and pants.

“Lay close to the headboard, baby.”

He listens immediately. You love when Drew’s subby side comes out. He’s so cute that you can’t help but give him what he wants. You give him a show by striping down to your underwear and straddling him. You once again grind yourself down on him. And he jerks his whole body and huffs out a moan as his hands comes to your hips. You take his hands off my hips and place them beside his head and hold them there with your weight as you decided to grind harder and faster.

“Ngh, fuck baby.”

“Feels good, Drew?” You asked just like he asked you in that building. He nods his head unwilling to comprehend words. He looks so hot right now, just taking whatever you give him and he doesn’t even complain. You get off and pull his underwear down and his dick springs out and slaps his stomach. He shuts his eyes in anticipation of what you were going to do. By the time you completely got his underwear off for him he already created a pool of precum on his stomach. You grab his dick from the base and lick his stomach clean. He looks down at you in awe. You come back up facing him, still holding the base of his dock in your hands. He stares up at you with his big blue eyes waiting for you to do something. So you do. You don’t warm him up by going slow, you go straight into jack hammer mode. His precum is creating perfect lube for you as it’s constantly leaking out.

He shouts so loudly from being caught off guard. He squirms his hips and shakes his head.

“Mmm baby please!”

“What’s wrong hun?”

“I can’t!”

“You can what baby?” You respond as you keep your pace exactly the same. He moans three times in a row. Before squirming again.

“It’s too much!”

“Too much? We barely got started Drew.”

He’s trying to be good for you. So much. But you are making it so hard for him. You keep jerking him off at the same pace and when his body starts to shake and convulse because of him trying to hold his orgasm back. You stopped.

“You’re doing so good for me Drew.”

He whimpers with his eyes closed. His hands covers his face as he feels like he needs time to recover. You’ve never seen him this subby before. You slid up the bed to meet him at his face. You pry his hands away from his face.

“You okay baby?”

He nods and tries to cover his face again but you stop him.

“Hey, I need you to use words baby.” You say in the softest voice you could manage.

“I’m okay mama. I was just really close to cumming. It took a lot of energy to stop it.”

“Okay, do you want some water?”

He shook his head.

“No, just give me a minute please.”

“Anything for you baby.”

You leaned down to kiss him which he gladly accepts. He says he didn’t want any water but you remembered you have a bottle in the nightstand so you reach over and open the drawer to get it. You tell him to take a sip of it, then you put it back. You kiss him all over his face until he’s ready again.

“Okay I’m ready.” He says after a couple of minutes. You kiss him deeply as you mix your tongues together and moan into eachothers mouths. You pull away to take your underwear off your body.

“You ready for me baby?”

He whimpers and nods before you give him a slight smack to the cheek to remind him to use his words.

“Yes beautiful. I’m ready for you. I always am.”

Without anymore words, you slide right down his dick to the brim. He throws his head back and jerks his hands to almost touch your hips, but caught himself before he could do it.

“Can I touch you baby, please?”

“Not yet baby, be patient.” You say as you push his hands back down to the sides of his face. He moves his hands to grip the headboard so he wouldn’t be tempted. He lets out breathy moans as you fuck him into yesterday. He looks so good that you start feeling too good for your own body. You won’t be able to last long with him being so good all night.

He threw his head back again and moaned louder as you changed the pace.

“That feels good Drew?”

He nods deliriously. “Mhm.” Is the only thing he could salvage. You start riding him faster trying to make him feel good as possible. You leaned down and suckled behind his ear knowing that would drive him crazy. He literally shouted.

“Baby, can I- can I cum?”

“Mm I don’t know Drew. You edged me earlier because you said I was being a tease just because i wanted my crazy attractive, amazing boyfriend to feel good. I think that’s a little mean, don’t you think?” You asked a bit out of breath from your excursions.

“Mmm.” Is all he got out. You know because he used up all of his energy to hold his orgasm back before he doesn’t have the energy to hold it for too long if you keep fucking him. You wait too hear one more loud shout before you pull him out. He lets out a relieved but a breath control exhale.

“Just breathe baby. I got you. It’s okay.” You say before you slid down on his dick again but harder this time.

Drew’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he shakes his head no. He lets in a long inhale, but he lets it out in staggers.

“Breathe baby, it’s okay, you got it.”

He shakes his head again.

“Baby I’m going to cum!” He says in a higher pitched voice than normal.

“It’s okay baby you could cum.”

That’s all he needed for him to let go completely. He lets out a strangled moan as his release sucker punches him in the gut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The last fuck was drawn out.

You keep fucking him through his orgasm. When he comes down he moves his hands from the headboards trying to stop you, you take his hands again and hold it down with your weight. He can obviously take control if he really wanted to given he was stronger than you but he loved letting you take control.

“Baby it’s too much! I’m too sensitive!”

You poked your lips out at him giving him a mock sad face.

“I know baby. But do you think you could handle it until I cum?”

He rolls his eyes closed and nods.

“Anything for you my love.”

You lean down to kiss him softly. You love this man with all your heart. You pick up the pace a little and he furrows his brows from his sensitivity.

“It’s okay baby, I’m almost there okay.”

He nods. You take your middle fingers and stick them into Drew’s moist and he sucks on them immediately. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he knows you find it so hot when he does that. You take your fingers out his mouth with a pop as you move your fingers to rub your clit. You take your other hand and guide his hand to your body, silently telling him he could touch you now.

From to the way Drew looks to the way he is acting, it’s turning you on so bad, you’re right on the brink of an orgasm. He’s gripping you everywhere, trying to make up for lost time where he couldn’t touch you.

Right when your core starts clenching when you’re close, Drew body starts jerking again. His head thrashed from side to side.

“What’s happening to me?” He whimpers and squeezes your hips so tight you might be bruised in the morning.

You keep going knowing that another orgasm blindsided Drew and he didn’t know he could have orgasms back to back like that. You keep going and you too go over the edge when you hear the most beautiful guttural sound from your fiancé.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” He chants along with some other things you can’t quite make out. You moan in his ear as you finish your orgasm as well.

You lie on his chest as you both come down. When you come down you notice Drew still have aftershocks of his orgasm. You pull him out of you as he hisses. You could still see small spurts of cum leaving his dick. You look at his whole body in awe right now. Totally fucked out, flushed skin all over, and as you suspected he has no energy at all. He is dozing off by the time you go get cleaned up. You take a washcloth and start to wipe him down. He jerks hard and tries to push your hand away.

“Please, no more.”

“I know baby. It’s over I got to clean you up. I’m sorry.” You kiss his hip in consolation. But that didn’t stop his squirming as you cleaned him.

“Okay all done.”

He holds out his arms for you to cuddle him which you gladly do after throwing the washcloth in the hamper. He lays his head on your chest.

“Goodnight my beautiful fiancé.”

Even after fucking him delirious he still knows what to say.

[im-leaking]

VERY NSFW Omorashi (piss kink)

Old draft from maybe 4-5 months ago.

Bladder hold tonight. No set time tonight just holding until I really gotta go then trying to go in a small opening bottle without making a mess.

10 minutes in: drank a big bottle feel nothing don’t have to go but I was shaking with excitement and I calmed myself down. Watching wetting videos and touching myself a little to them.

20 minutes in: I’m not allowed to touch myself to these videos for the next 10 minutes. I was really close but was good and didn’t cum yet. Mmm… my pussy is so wet and excited I really wanna touch it 😣

30 minutes in: that was difficult. I wanted to touch so badly but I didn’t. I sat up and it felt like my bladder filled a little more than it was… not bad though. 2/10 and it doesn’t feel like anything when I press my bladder. Time to watch more and touch but not let myself finish. It’s so hard to know if I’m gonna come or accident myself when I touch. It feels like I’m about to pee but also like I’m right on the edge and it’s so hard to not let go mmmm….

35 minutes in: changing it to that every five minutes I have to touch and then not touch for another five minutes. I think it’s starting to come through to my bladder now.

40 minutes in: touching myself again. Ok I’ve kinda gotta go I’m at maybe a 3/10. The tinkling sounds are making it worse… I think I need to cum more than I need the potty.

45 minutes in: mmm… I need to squirt. I MEAN… I just need to cum. I don’t need to potty yet. Noo…

50 minutes in: not much change. Maybe 4/10?? Scared I might tinkle myself if I start masturbating again 😣 I’m gonna touch myself these last 10 minutes until an hour and see how badly I have to go.

55 minutes in: I’m about to either cum or go potty in my pants and we don’t want either.. I’m only at a 5/10 but my pussy is so wet and rubbing it makes me have to go more… pressing my bladder is becoming..

1 hour in: im going now. I need to pee!! I ran to the bathroom and crouched with the bottle but the opening was so narrow when I started to pee in it it trickled down the sides and I made a mess. I ended up getting it so most would go in but there was a huge puddle accident on the floor 😣

[smoshygayness]

Thought I would write something cute and fluffy🫠 dunno if I’m still able to do that 😂 I don’t even know if this have sense, but let’s try. (English it’s not my first language, hope it’s readable)

They were just about to finish recording the angry letter video and Ian was emotionally tired. He had to be composed and not show too much. He didn’t want to go emotional in front of all these people, and above all in front of Anthony because he knew that for him it was a hard time, reading all those things aloud. But that , for Ian, required lots of energy and mental strength.

He was tired of holding himself back. It was destroying his mental state again.

When they were done recording, he and Anthony headed toward Ian’s office. They needed to finish some stuff before going home so they decided to order some dinner since it was already late and they were starving. Ian was all of a sudden really quiet, all of his tension and tiredness was kicking in. He sat on his chair, closing his eyes for a bit, letting out a long breath. He then took his glasses off and his eyes focused on Anthony for a brief moment. He was taking his jacket off, mumbling something Ian didn’t quite catch. He looked genuinely happy and calm. Like he finally had the opportunity to let all his thoughts out. It’s not like they didn’t talk about their feelings after their reunion. Actually they talked a lot. About what was in their mind, about all those years apart from each other, about anything and everything . They promised to talk with each other about everything that comes on their mind. But Ian knew there was something he was intentionally not telling him. Maybe because he was afraid to open up that much. He’s always been afraid of expressing his feelings even though it was his best friend he was talking with. But he promised, so he had to be brave and tell Anthony everything that was on his mind because he didn’t want to ruin their friendship again.

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw Anthony moving closer to his chair.

“Hey man what do you want for dinner? I thought we might order something light for tonight since we have to wake up early tomorrow. I don’t wanna have trouble sleeping.”

Anthony said, looking at Ian while searching something good to eat on his delivery app.

“Mmm okay, I was thinking like a soup or something would be fine?”

Ian wasn’t really interested in the food anymore. He was actually starving when they left the studio, but now all he was thinking about was how to tell Anthony how he was feeling.

Meanwhile anthony was nodding at him, telling him that soup was a good idea and he was trying to choose which soup was better for them. But Ian wasn’t listening. He wasn’t listening when apparently Anthony did ask something to him.

“Are you there? Are you listening to me?”

Anthony’s waving hand in front of his face put him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah sorry I was just thinking. Anyway, that soup sounds great.” Gesturing towards the vegan one.

Anthony stared at Ian for a second, realizing something was up in his best friend’s head.

“Are you okay Ian?”

Ian was caught off guard, he didn’t expect Anthony to notice this quick his mood had change.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his face. He didn’t know where to start but he knew he couldn’t escape from this.

“Anthony I…I know that during the reading of the angry letter I’d never seriously express myself and it was like I was undervaluing what I was reading. But it’s not like this. I wanted you to know that even though I am so bad with emotions, I felt what you wrote on that journal. I was just trying no to break down during the recording. And it was hard not to do that.”

He pause just to see Anthony’s eyes watering. The sight of his friend crying, brought him on the edge and he found himself crying all the tears he wanted to cry that day. He immediately wiped his eyes, trying to calm himself down. With a not so steady voice, he kept with his trail of thoughts.

“I am so sorry for all the shit we’ve been through in the past. We were both so wrecked we didn’t even realize how bad we were hurting ourselves.”

His voice cracked, another tear drew a wet line on his pale skin.

“I know that during those past years I’d never took your feelings into consideration and I feel really bad for that. Because I know now that I was hurting you and I didn’t even realize back then because I was so inconsiderate and stupid. And blind…”

Ian felt Anthony’s hands on his shoulder, gently squeezing him. He didn’t even realized he had moved since now. He turned his head to met Anthony’s gaze and he was still crying, face all red and wet. But even with all those tears, he had a sweet smile on his face. He leaned closer to Ian and hugged him tight from behind. His arms around his neck.

Ian put his hands on Anthony’s, squeezing. He than stood up from his chair, facing Anthony.

“It’s okay”

Anthony softly said, gently wiping Ian’s tears. Ian closed his eyes, leaning in Anthony’s touch. The feeling of Anthony’s warm hand on his face was heartwarming.

“We both fuck up really bad, I fucked up really bad. It’s not your fault, we were both so emotionally unavailable and tired. We grew and learn from our mistakes and that’s the best thing that could have happened to us. And now we’re here. Stronger than before. Changed.”

Ian nodded and without even thinking about it, he found himself hugging Anthony. With all his strength. They stayed like that for what seemed like a lifetime and than they break the hug. They stared at each other smiling like idiots. Ian felt Anthony’s hand caressing his face, pulling back his hair just a little for him to kiss him on the forehead. Ian just melted into his touch, happy to finally be able to be more open with Anthony. It was all new and so good at the same time. It felt like a heavy weight on his chest just disappeared all of a sudden.

It was all he needed.

Anthony was all he needed.

He’s never been happier.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

This Wednesday I’m thinkin about roommate Danny walking in on you as you’re having some ✨me time✨

He hears his name, and thinking you need something, he comes into your room, like “Yeah, what’s u-“ only to find you spread out, touching yourself as you moan his name

I love this trope so much.

You swore you weren't being that loud. That your door was closed. That he wouldn't have heard you. All of that was wrong. Clad only in your silk robe, hardly clinging to your body from the warmth of your skin from your shower. Your shower head may have helped you get off a bit, but you were insatiable this evening. You let out a whine, fuck you needed this.

"Mmm," you whimper through gritted teeth, so close now, but you just couldn't get your mind to turn off. Your fingers dipping inside of your sopping wet pussy as you search for motivation. Danny had been a recent addition to your spank bank. You had heard him fucking some girl the other night, and god the way the bedframe rocked against the wall, the way he made her sound, how you could hear him so clearly... and maybe you made yourself cum listening, so what? Just harmless fun?

You closed your eyes as you focused on your fantasy. Your fingers move faster, your breathing faster, your moans whining into the air, so close now. "Fuck, Danny." You sigh, your fingers swirling over your clit, your legs spread wide, your door creaking open. "Did you need somethi-" a voice asks. You bolt up right, eyes wide as saucers as you take in the horrific sight of your friend and roommate, Danny standing in your doorway.

"I'm so sorry," you say quickly and anxiously, averting his gaze as you pull your robe closed, "oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't think-" "That I didn't hear you?" He interrupts. You look at him nervously, your heart slamming in your chest, fingers clutching your robe tight. "I thought-" "That I haven't heard you moan my name before?" He asks with a devilish smirk. The door opens a tad more as Danny steps in, the creaking sound of its hinges only making your breath hitch.

"I've heard you, a few times now." He says softly, walking to the edge of your bed. You can't help but let your body relax, your hands loosening their grip on the silk of your robe, your legs opening up slightly as his eyes start to dance over your form. "I like hearing you, especially when I know I've been thinking of you when I touch myself too." He whispers, his hair dangling in front of his face as he leans close to you. Your breath wavers, eyes scanning his as he searches your face for any signs of overstepping. You part your legs for him as he climbs slowly into your bed, you move backward to accommodate him and you cannot believe this is even happening. His large hand comes to your thigh, warm and soft as he opens your legs to him. He leans in close enough to kiss you, and right as he's about to, a long slender finger glides up your wet pussy, making your whimper against his lips. "Good girl." He whispers with a grin before capturing your lips with his.

The kiss is deep as he slowly begins to touch you. Your silk robe falls away, revealing your body to him. Danny sighs as he takes in your figure, "God, I've always imagined what you'd look like this way, but this is more perfect than anything I could've thought up." He rasps against your neck before slowly plunging a finger inside of your aching pussy. "Fuuuck." You moan slowly as he does, stretching you out and making your eyes roll back. He lays you down and kisses your neck, "Oh baby you're so fucking wet, who is all this for?" He smiles against the crook of your neck, adding a second finger inside of you, making your hips buck, "Y-You." You confess, you would act more shy if he wasn't kissing you and finger fucking you so well, so you might as well be honest.

"You're so tight." He whispers as he bites your earlobe. "So good." You whine as his pace increases. He kisses down your neck to your shoulder, down to your breast, his tongue lapping over one of the hardening nipples, making you shudder as the warmth of his tongue and the feeling of his fingers overwhelm your senses. "Oh God, Danny." You whine. "There's my sweet girl. Just like I've heard before." He whispers with a smile. "Need more." You pout, Danny's eyes meet yours, practically bursting out of his head at your words.

"Yeah? You need more baby?"

"Need your cock. Wanna feel it so bad."

"Good, because I've been dying to give it to ya." He smiles before gently removing his fingers from you. You watch in excitement as he pulls off his t-shirt and those suddenly tight seeming grey sweatpants, along with his underwear. Your mouth agape as his cock bounces up against his stomach. You can't stop yourself from reaching out and touching him, wrapping your fingers around his perfect looking shaft. Danny groans at the feeling of your soft, warm hand. "So big." You mutter to yourself. "I know you can take it, pretty girl." He rasps, his eyes meeting yours again as he leans forward, kissing you slowly. You relax and spread your legs open for him to lay in between. His cock slowly running through your folds makes you moan out.

"I need you so bad." Danny whispers as he slowly strokes his cock. "Give it to me, Danny." You say, surprising even yourself at your boldness. Danny smiles and kisses you as he presses inside you. Both of you watch the others' faces as he first sinks inside of you, the sounds of the others moans and sighs and the way your eyes flutter closed as Danny grips at the sheets as he fills you up for the first time. "Fuck," he moans in your ear before slowly beginning the delicious motion of his hips.

Your hands wrap around his back as he rocks into you, nails scratching against his skin. "Oh fuck, Danny, fuck you feel so good." You whine. Danny kisses you hard, both of you so desperate for the other. You raise your legs and wrap them around his hips, making the angle deeper for you both, making the both of you moan out eachothers names, this time for your both to hear.

Danny's hips are slamming into you and you cannot keep yourself from biting at the junction of his neck and shoulder as your climax builds. "I-I'm gonna cum oh my god-" "Me too." Danny's voice shakes as he slams into you. "Come on baby, cum for me." He whispers. Only a few more strokes and you're cumming around him, your eyes rolling back, your nails digging into the rippling muscle of his back as your cum hard.

It doesn't take much longer until Danny is panting and groaning in your ear, moaning your name until he pulls out, cum splattering all over your stomach. He collapses into your arms. Both of you searching for breath and holding onto the other as if you might float away. Danny kisses your cheek, you smile at the sweetness of his gesture, one so much sweeter than the absolute filth you two just finished. "I can't believe we just did that." You sigh, fingers running gently over the red marks from your nails in his back. "Me neither." Danny whispers against your neck.

He sits up and looks at the mess of you two, smiling with pride.

"Wanna do it again in the shower?"

"Absolutely."

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

Blackmail... mmm

Blackmail… what a delicious, wicked and exhilarating concept. Having someone have power over you so that you cannot refuse them. That control is incredible.

Inspired by a wonderful post by a fellow kinkster, I was at a meeting at work and couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if the one person I despised most at work found my blog and discovered my identity. How would he tell me of his newfound power? Would he just send me a screenshot of my most recent post with a salivating emoji and an instruction to come to his office?! What would he do with this power? How would he control me? And use and abuse me? How fucking insanely hot is that…

I rubbed myself insane thinking about how I would behave when I finally found the courage to go to his office. Would he just shut the door and r@pe me right there and then and I would have no choice but to clamp my mouth and just take it? Or would he play the long game? Make me his personal whore… his permanent cumrag?

Perhaps he might start with first making me take off my panties and hand them to him. Then take off my shirt but leave my bra on. Make me kneel before him and give him a my best blowjob while he sniffs my panties to demean me further… While I work my heart out trying to satisfy him, he tells me that he has always detested me and now I have found my true place. "Look at me," he commands. I imagine the look on my face… the shame, humiliation and fear all at once. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back to slap me across my cheek each time I break eye contact.

I imagine he gets close and pulls out of my mouth. He pulls the straps of my bra down and asks me to take my breasts out of the bra cups. He cums all over my breasts and then slowly puts my bra straps back up leaving my bra filled with his hot cum. “Do not wipe this for the rest of the day you cheap whore… that is all you you’re fit to be…” Fuckkkkk!

Fuck, I am actually debasing myself in my home office right now. I’ve attached the suction dildo to our office chair, taken off my tshirt and am kneeling under the table sucking it to the very best of my abilities… God I am such a whore!

I am always hungrily seeking out ways to degrade and humiliate myself in private. That, as anyone who has tried, is a very hard thing to do. The mindfuck is critical. You have to be in the moment. It only works then. Edging and denial help no end. I never quite thought about so many variations that others on Tumblr have posted. 

You inspire me to no end…. *wink - pun intended

[themuse-if]

Hiya! I'm loving your story and reading the asks and stuff has been wonderful it makes me so excited to see that you've posted so I can learn more!

Anyways I have an ask, as a college student myself who stress bakes I'd like to know how the others would deal with encountering something like finals week 3am MC is 2 muffin tins and a pan of lemon bars in just staring into some dough like it holds the answers to the universe (or Calculus).

Hey! This is a super cute scenario! I think your MC might get along with Faye since they could exchange baking tips! Ok lets say this is in the early crushing stage. Oh, and Karla/Carlos, Faye, and Sebastien won't be included since they don't live in the same dorm.

Roxanne/Robbie: *groggily walks into the kitchen* MC, do you have any idea what time it is. *MC responds* Exactly so why are you baking at 3 AM? *MC explains how stressed they are over finals* As much as I love your baking this is not the time... You have to get some sleep. STOP! Don't put that pan in the oven! Ok so you can't sleep... Why don't you come sleep with me? *MC slaps Ro's arm* Ow! No not like that! I mean unless that's what you want? *winks* *MC swats at Ro again* Ok, ok, ok I'm just kidding! What I meant was maybe just being close to someone would set you at ease. At least let me walk you back to your room. *MC nods yes* Ok let's get you to bed.

Joleen/Johnny: *walks into the kitchen for a glass of water* Oh hey. What're you doing? *MC gesture around them* Well yeah I can obviously see that you're baking... I just mean why? Why are you baking at 3 AM? *MC explains how stressed they are over finals* Mmm I see. Ok I think you need to take a moment to clear your mind. *MC asks what they mean* Here's what we're gonna do; I'm going to start putting all of this away, and you are going to sit on the couch close your eyes and try to empty your mind. *walks MC to the couch and sits them down, walks back to kitchen to clean up* Hey...hey MC. *gently pats MC's shoulder* How are you feeling? *MC tells them* Ok well that's a start. Just remember that you've done what you can and that studying and preparing will go to waist if you're sleeping through your exams.

Delphine/Desmond: *Walks into the kitchen and grabs a lemon bar* Oh this is good. *smiles sweetly at MC with a knowing look* Hey MC, how are you? *MC tells De how stressed they are* MC I've seen you studying and preparing for you products for weeks now. *grabs MC's hand* You are definitely going to ace your exams. *leads MC back to their room* Go in, and get some rest. *MC starts to protest* Don't worry about the kitchen I'll sort it out before heading back. *pulls MC in for a hug* Don't worry you've got this. Good night MC.

Rina/Ren: *walks into the kitchen, somewhat annoyed* Hey MC. What the hell are you doing? I'm trying to get some sleep I have to get up at 5 to practice for my stupid contemporary assessment. *MC apologizes and tells them how stressed they are* Oh sorry...look I didn't mean to be so harsh it's just I'm a light sleeper and I'm not my best self if I don't get my full eight hours. And you know what? You won't be either. Listen MC if you've done what you need to prepare for finals then the next step is to take care of yourself. I'm heading back to bed, you should get some rest too.

Everly/Everett: *Saunters into the kitchen* Well look who it is? Couldn't sleep either? *MC chats with them about how stressed they are* Yeah I've been feeling a bit on edge lately...I mean of course I've prepared, but what if I suddenly just can't remember anything. I've been studying and practicing nonstop, I just can't think about anything else. *MC tell them they'll do well since they've prepared so much* Well then I'm sure I could say the same for you. *cheeky grin* I've seen you at the library and in the studio all week. Doesn't that mean that you're just as prepared as me? *They share a laugh* I'll help you clean up, then let's both go get our beauty sleep.

Maxine: *sneaks into the kitchen, covers MC's eyes from behind* Guess who? *MC laughs knowing exactly who it is* Aww you're no fun you should play along just a bit. *MC just laughs stuffs a muffin in Max's mouth* Oh these are my favorite. *she says with a mouth full of muffin* Well MC I see your stress baking again. Finals got you all wound up? *MC nods* Yeah I figured. We've been in and out of the library all week, you know the material MC, you've got to trust yourself more. Let's clean up, then I'll grab you a melatonin it should help you sleep. Oh and when's your first exam? Ok set an alarm, and I'll also call and text you to make sure you don't oversleep. *MC pulls Max into a hug* Aww no need to get all misty eyed. What're best friends for anyway?

Silas: *Walks into the kitchen to see which of his advisees is up so late* Oh hey MC... What are you doing up so late...and baking? *MC explains how stressed they are over finals* I mean I get it, but staying up all night baking enough to start a small bakery isn't going to give you the answers to your Calculus exam. *they share a laugh and MC says they know that* So MC have you been hitting the books and preparing for your evaluations? *MC says of course they have* Ok then trust in your abilities. If you studied and you know the material then you should do fine on your finals. Let's clean all this up quickly though, it's well past quiet hours.

[feedthepheasants]

wip!whenever tag!

tagged by the lovely @picathartidae , thank you friend!! debated for awhile whether i was going to post more of begged & borrowed time or something new..

aaaaand we've gone with something new. a comfort fic i gifted myself when i was dealing with some chronic pain. gale x f!tav. a little bit of mentioning nsfw content! nothing crazy but you have been warned. may post the full version later? we'll see how this does! lol

no pressure tagging @dr-demi-bee @crimson-and-lavender @honeybee-bard & @waterdeep-weavemoss ! <3

"Mmm, yes, that's it," Gale's calm, soothing voice sounds in Tav's ears as the heels of his palms dig into the aching muscles of her thighs. She lays there dressed down to her underclothes, hair still wet from her bath, body aching. As Gale hits a rather tender spot Tav lets out a moan.

It'd been months since Tav had been in the training ring. Months since saving the city. She'd promised herself that, if she survived it all, a long break from combat and training would be her reward. And the past several months with Gale - trips along the Sword Coast, many nights waltzing through the streets of Waterdeep with Gale, attending festivals - it had all been wonderful. A welcomed reward, given how hard they'd fought for this freedom.

But her guard couldn't be let down. She knew she'd have to get back to training again, that the warm nights on Gale's balcony could only distract her for so long - though, he'd worked very hard to keep her distracted. Cooking her favorite meals, serving glass after glass of her favorite wines, reading to her at sunset; spreading her across the table, devouring her as if each time was their last - pushing her over and over and over the edge. Insatiable, she'd called him once, when he'd taken a moment to breathe. 'Devoted,' had been his only whispered answer before burying his face between her legs once more.

Tav wished the ache in her muscles had been from an evening inspired by The Art of the Night. Another time, perhaps.

"Breathe through it, my darling," Gale says softly, clicking his tongue in disapproval when Tav squeezes the muscles in her thighs tightly together. Once again, the heel of Gale's hand digs against the muscle, slowly traversing upward from the back of her knee towards the curve of her rear.

He pauses there as she begins to relax, both hands now massaging the area just beneath her right cheek. Tav lets out another groan. The heat of the bath had done wonders in soothing some of the ache, but the tightness in her muscles wasn't so easily defeated.

"You know, a good bit of this tension would have been avoided, had you stretched properly this morning," Gale scolds. Tav barely registers his voice, focusing on the circling of his thumbs at the back of her thigh instead of his words. A different kind of tension starts to burrow within her, despite the exhaustion. "...but no, you insisted on forgoing a proper meal this morning - don't think I've forgotten - and then didn't warm yourself up properly." Gale lets out a sigh from behind her, his hands pausing.

Tav pushes her torso up slightly, wincing at the ache in her abdomen as she turns, leaning her weight towards the left. "If you're going to sit here and reprimand me like that, you might as well just send Tara in."

"And miss the opportunity to have my hands all over you like this?" Gale asks teasingly, moving his hands to rest on the back of Tav's hips. "Never." Tav smiles, moving to lay back down on her front, head cushioned by her forearms.

"Gale Dekarios, you are too sweet to me," Tav says, half mumbling the last part as his hands rove towards her bare lower back, thumbs at work once more along her spine. Gale only chuckles to himself, shifting to get a deeper angle.

"There are more ways I could use my hands to help you relax, you know," Gale says, his voice dropping. The tension within her begins to pulse, but she maintains her composure - at least, for now. "You need only ask." Gale's hands move further up, resting along Tav's ribs, rubbing small circles against her still-warm skin.

Tav weighs the tiredness of her body with the pulsing tension at her core. She could rest now, try and sleep off what she can. On the other hand, she and Gale hadn't seen much of each other these past few days; opposite schedules, with Tav's early morning runs and volunteer work and Gale's long days at the academy, and even longer nights with the tomes he'd been put in charge of translating.

The ache wasn't so bad, she thought to herself; feeling Gale shift once more behind her, she rolls her hips back against him. His answering grunt in an attempt to clear his throat warms something within her.

A second later, Gale's prickly jaw brushes against the sensitive skin of her shoulder-blade as he slowly presses kisses along Tav's spine. Her breathing catches at the tenderness of the gesture. No fervent, needing kisses - not yet. Just softness. The promise that there have already been, and that there still will be many days and nights like this.

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doublegänger

From "That's Not My Neighbor" game

Part 3 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11)

I was pacing around in my apartment, thinking about my conversation with the doorman. “Everything is fine. Everything is okay. Nothing will happen to me. They truly think I'm the real Y/N,” I thought as I calmed down.

I looked out the window and saw a familiar face. They looked at me, I quickly hid, another doublegänger. I shook my head and went to sleep. The next morning, I got ready for work. I went down to the first floor, took out an entry permit, and was about to head out when I noticed another neighbor. I didn't recognize them. “Maybe I should get along with everyone in this building so that they don't suspect anything in case of anything. Yes, I'll do that,” I thought as I walked towards them.

“Umm, hey neighbor, heading to work,” I said awkwardly.

Neighbor - *turns to look at Y/N* “Oh, howdy neighbor! Why, yes, I'm heading to work right now, ready to make another great deal! Come on, let's head out together. Oh, by the way, my name is Angus Ciprianni. Pleasure meeting you *extends his hand*.”

“Likewise,” I said, smiling while shaking his hand. We both walked to the main entrance. The doorman greeted us as they got ready to start the day. Angus got to his car and looked at me as I was about to leave.

Angus - “Hey, do you need a ride to your job?”

“No, it's okay. I like to walk-” I stopped mid-sentence. The reason was that I saw the same doppelgänger from last night looking straight at me. I started to feel nervous. I didn't want to be labeled as a traitor, nor did I want to harm the humans. “I need to get out of here!” I quickly thought. I looked at Angus. “Mmm, actually, thinking it again, sure, I'll accept your offer,” I said. Angus smiled brightly and elwe got in. After that, he started the car and began driving.

I thanked him as I got out of the car, and he drove off. I entered my workplace building and went to my floor, still nervous about whatever may happen.

After finishing my work, I went to the building's main entrance, yet I stopped in my tracks. I was still nervous, even though nothing had happened during working hours. That wouldn't be the same when I got out and went back home. I sighed and started walking. I was on edge every second that I walked. Every alley made me nervous about whatever might be lurking. Every sound triggered my instincts. I just wanted to get to the apartment quickly. “It's funny how I have the same fear that humans have for my kin,” I thought as I finally arrived at the apartment.

I sighed with relief and went in. I started getting my papers ready when suddenly the alarm went off. “No, no! No! I haven't even arrived at the window. They can't be after me!” I panicked. I stayed still when suddenly a pair of gentle arms moved me out of the way and put me beside the hallway wall. I saw a group of men wearing yellow hazmat suits run towards the window.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch as one of my kin was dragged away. Yet, I could hear the yelling, the pleading. I could only imagine what they would do to me. Deep in my thoughts, I couldn't hear someone calling for me until I was gently shaken. I looked up and saw someone who resembled one of my friends.

Neighbor - “Umm, hey, are you okay? Sorry, I moved you so roughly, but you were spacing out in the middle of the hallway, and sometimes the D.D.D can be a bit rude and shove people out of their way.”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, thanks,” I said as I slowly relaxed myself. The man nodded, and he let me go first to the window, even though he looked very tired. I arrived at the window and saw the doorman looking a bit angry. He then looked at me and smiled.

Doorman - “Y/N! Good to see you right after that horrible experience.”

“Mmm? What happened?” I asked as I handed him the papers.

Doorman - *angry* “Well, a doppelgänger that looked like you came. Thankfully, I was able to spot many discrepancies.”

“… Oh, umm, well thanks for that. I'm sure the man after me is also the real one, but don't take my word for it, since I don't know him yet,” I said, trying to change the subject, yet my attempt failed.

Doorman - *smiles while checking the papers* “You know, the doppelgänger said something very interesting. It mentioned how it had been knocked unconscious and taken by many other doppelgängers, and while they were out, another took their place. They mentioned how they were the real one. *sighs* Yet I didn't believe them since they were very demanding and rude.”

I was trembling at this point. The real one was taken by those men in yellow, and it was all my fault. How did I not notice that they were actually human? Was it because they had been around doppelgängers the whole time? Or was it because I was panicking? Suddenly, I felt the paper in my hands again and saw the door open.

Doorman - *worried* “Hey, come inside for a few minutes.”

I nodded nervously and got in. I walked slowly to the office. Once I got there, I entered, and the doorman was checking the last resident's papers.

Doorman - *looks at Y/N then at the neighbor* “Hey, Francis, could you come in for a few minutes, please?”

The man, Francis, nodded, and just as the door opened, he entered and made his way towards the office. Once he got there, he entered, and we both looked curiously at the doorman.

Doorman - *smiles* “Francis, are you going to drink those two bottles of milk?”

Francis sighed and grabbed the two bottles and gave them to the doorman. The doorman chuckled and gave me one of the bottles.

Doorman - “Here, you seem a little tense, and maybe this fresh milk will help you.”

I nodded and took the bottle. I opened it and started drinking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Francis looking at me with a bit of confusion or was it disbelief?

Doorman - *chuckles and looks at Y/N* “You can go now. That's all I wanted to give you.”

I smiled and nodded, and before I left, I saw Francis with a surprised face. I closed the door. “Maybe Francis hadn't seen Y/N or maybe not this expressive,” I thought as I headed to the elevator.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - twelve | welcome to AtoZ café

“Pat it all the way down.”

You did, and the coffee grounds breached the edges of the portafilter. You closed your eyes and sighed in exasperation.

“It’s fine. It’s your first time--”

“It’s not my first time, I used to do this almost every day after high school. And for like… three years after that.” San didn’t say anything as you stared at the lost grounds, annoyed.

“Look at me?”

You turned slightly, not wanting to take your eyes off the grounds because you might lose more, and looked at him. He was next to you, leaning on the counter with one hand, the other on his hip as he smiled kindly at you.

“You haven’t done this in years, so it’s okay that you can’t do it like you used to.”

You didn’t move an inch, not wanting to waste more coffee grounds. “I’m really annoyed by this.”

“Why?”

“Because I used to be so good at it.”

“You can just practice and become good at it again.”

You looked at him blankly for a moment before blinking and looking away.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I found it!” Wooyoung came out of the kitchen triumphantly. “I knew we had a box of spares somewhere.”

You turned, he was holding an apron.

“I can’t believe Romeo and Juliet both left randomly and took their goddamn aprons. Like, if you hate the place so much, leave the apron behind, right?”

You tilted your head. He had a point. You certainly didn’t have the apron from your old café job.

“Now put that down!” He said excitedly. “Let me put this on you.”

San laughed softly and took the portafilter out of your hands and emptied it.

“You’re wasting that?” You asked.

“Wasting a little isn’t going to bankrupt us.” He nodded his head in Wooyoung’s direction. 

You turned to look at him as he held up the apron and stared at you the way a parent does at a child who’s not following directions.

“What?”

“Arms up.”

“I can put it on myself.”

“But I want to put it on you because it’s your first day. Now, arms up.”

You laughed and raised your arms.

You turned to face San, who was now leaning against the counter with his arms folded and a smile as he watched the two of you.

“I feel like I’m five years old and my mom is dressing me up to play in the snow.”

San laughed.

Wooyoung finished tightening the straps and patted your shoulders. “Turn back around.”

You did, and looked at him like he was bothering you.

“Doesn’t she look great, San?” Wooyoung asked with a huge smile on his face.

“She looks quite lovely. Can we continue with our lesson, Woo?”

Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at San and went back into the kitchen.

You laughed. “Is he always like this?”

“Most of the time,” San chuckled.

“Also, I’d been meaning to ask: why do you guys refer to the people who left only as ‘Romeo and Juliet’?”

San shrugged. “Wooyoung started that. I think we’re all just a little annoyed that they left without saying anything. Or--” he thought for a moment, “They left that letter, but it was about how Seonghwa was oppressing them and they had to leave to find ‘true happiness’… it made no sense.”

“Were they young?”

San thought. “Mmm… twenty and twenty-one I think?”

“Oh yeah, so they’re just young and dumb. They’ll probably break up in a few months, if that.”

San laughed. “What makes you say that?”

“I was also, once, a young stupid person. We all were. Some of us are just dumber than others, I guess.”

San nodded. “I think they were just mad he kept telling them not to use their phones since they were ignoring the customers.”

You laughed.

San smiled. “Okay, well, are you ready to try again?”

You glared at the portafilter. “Yes.”

San suppressed a laugh and nodded at you to go ahead.

You picked the portafilter back up and tried again. You pressed it against the lever of the coffee grounds dispenser and turned it as you filled it, gently, gently, and the picked up the tamper and placed it on the grounds ...gently, spinning it into the grounds one… two… three times.

“You look like someone performing surgery.” San observed.

“Shh! Not while I’m tamping.”

He chuckled to himself.

“You should pat the sweat off my brow if I look like a surgeon.”

Moments later, you felt a napkin pat your forehead and you looked at San. You stared at each other for a second before bursting out into laughter. 

“I didn’t think you’d do it!”

“Was that too much?” He laughed as he threw the napkin away.

“No, that was good.” You placed your fingertips on the tamper gently... and removed it. 

Perfectly flattened grounds.

You sighed with relief.

“Hey, nice job--”

“Hold on.” You slid the portafilter into the espresso machine like a pro and placed a cup under each spout. You started the machine and turned to him.

“I told you I could do it! I told you I knew what I was doing! I told you!”

San confusedly laughed at the sudden burst of energy. “I never said I didn’t believe you.”

“I told you! I told you!” You started celebrating by pumping your fist into the air, and then did it a few times at the floor, like a soccer player who just scored the winning goal. “You don’t know who you are, I am!”

“Uh, excuse me?”

You looked up and a very confused customer was standing at the counter. You turned to San who was trying not to laugh, and assumed he must have been standing there watching you celebrate your victory while the customer stared at you awkwardly. San chuckled. You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the customer.

“Hi, welcome to AtoZ café. Can I get you something?”

He laughed. ”Can I get a medium caramel macchiato to go?”

“Iced or hot?”

“Mmm… hot.”

“Name?”

“Song Mingi.”

You put this info into the register and pressed the sale button. “That’ll be 5000 won.”

He took out his card and tapped it against the reader.

“Okay, I’ll make that for you right away,” you smiled.

He nodded and took out his phone.

You spun around and glared at San.

“What's that for?”

“For not telling me there was a customer standing behind me.” You said through gritted teeth, despite smiling.

San chuckled. “You were so happy, why would I stop you?”

You narrowed your eyes again. “I’ll remember that.”

You set about making the drink: you already had the espresso so you added the steamed milk, vanilla syrup, and drizzled the caramel sauce on the top in a cross-hatch pattern.

“Oh-- should I have put less?”

“No, you’re good.”

You nodded and San took the bottle of caramel from you and handed you the lid. You nodded a thanks and turned to give the drink to the customer.

“I guess I don’t have to call your name since you’re right here… can I call it since this is the first drink I’ve made?”

“Mmm… if it’s bad do I get a free replacement?”

“Sure. But I get to call your name again.” You smiled.

Mingi smiled a half-smile, entertained by the odd request and bartering over the outcome. 

“Okay, deal.”

“Thank you! Now, stand further away and look away so it’s like I'm really calling you.”

He laughed quietly and shook his head as he stood by the door, pretending to look at his phone.

You turned away, pretended to just finish the drink, and turned back to the counter. “Song Mingi?”

He looked up and walked over. “That’s me.”

“Here’s your drink.” You handed it to him. “Be careful, it’s hot.”

He nodded and cautiously took a sip. “Hmm. It tastes great.”

“Thanks. I used to be a barista when I was younger.”

“You haven’t forgotten your stuff.”

You smiled broadly. “Have a nice day. And thank you for indulging me.”

He laughed. “Anytime. You have a good day, too.”

He walked out and you waved. You turned back to San. He was looking at you, arms folded and a brow raised.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you just asked a customer to pretend to not be paying attention so you could call them.”

“What? I had to get the whole experience. It was my first drink here.”

“I can’t believe he agreed so easily.”

“Listen, I’m very charming.”

“And if he had said no?”

You waved the question away with a laugh. “He had a kind face, he wasn’t going to say no.” You took the portafilter out of the machine and cleaned it.

“Kind? His face was like mine: the kind people say is sharp. People won’t let their daughters marry men with faces like ours.”

“Oh pfft.”

“‘Pfft’?”

“Pfft,” you made the noise emphatically as you turned to face him. “Maybe you both have sharp features but that doesn’t mean there isn’t kindness in them. You both have kind eyes.”

He looked at you, somewhat bewildered.

“Has no one ever told you that before?”

“Uh, no. Not really.”

You went back to cleaning the portafilter. “Then those people’s eyes aren’t working right. I screwed up the espresso three times and you weren’t mean to me for one second.”

“Oh…”

“Excuse me?” A young woman asked from the counter.

You put the clean portafilter in its station and walked over.

“Hi, welcome to AtoZ café. Can I get you something?”

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[dumbdomb]

If I found you lying on the couch I'd pull my cock out and start rubbing it against your chest from the side. Nothing but a small layer of fabric separating me from the heavenly sensation of your soft skin. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling, absolutely honored to be able to be in this situation with you, but always craving more.

Would you open up/pull off your top in reaction? Because I WILL make sure your tiddies get exposed, but you're so slutty you might just expose them yourself <3

Would you sit up and position yourself so you can have my cock sliding between your hypnotic breasts? I'd cup your boobs in my hands, pressing them together, losing myself in the sensation... Pillowy softness on both sides as I squeeze and thrust and repeat aloud the only thoughts left in my head: "I love your chest." "I love your tits." "I love your breasts." "I love your boobs."

Would you hypnotize me into edging? How long would you let me keep molesting you on the couch? Granting me the privilege of continuing like this... Minutes? Hours?

if i felt something poking at my side and looked over to see your cock i'd be shocked, to say the least. like, what the fuck?! no warning or build up whatsoever. what the hell do you think you're doing!? with a surprise like that there's no way... you'd have to pull off my top yourself, and i'd be really hesitant to let you get much further.

maybe if you show me how hard you are through your clothing/underwear first, then try to convince me by turning me on. grope my chest while rubbing your covered boner against me, reminding me that i love being a slut. tell me how much you wanna fuck my tits while not actually waiting for a response, just fondle and grope me until we're both wayyy too titnotized by you playing with my big, soft boobs to resist your gentle touch. mmm, keep going...

as long as i like what you're doing and it feels good, i'd love to be molested whenever you think i look cute enough to grab!! (consent is already established) how long depends on how well you've learned to coerce me and maintain my arousal. how far could you go without me stopping and locking you up for being naughty? if you want to edge more, keep paying attention to how best to please me first. My pleasure is your priority!!

[femmebambi]

Oh that’s okay sweetheart, just doing this is doing wonders as a stress reliever… although it might be getting me worked up in a different way😉

Hm… now that’s an idea… taking my stress and frustrations out on you… question is, do I fuck you nice and rough and have you moaning and seeing stars beneath me? Or, since you’re such a good girl like you said, maybe I’d use that mouth of yours to get myself off… choices choices…

A good girl indeed, taking my teasing so well! And begging… I do enjoy hearing my good girls beg for me, begging for more. Always desperate for more. And always such pretty moans, and I’m sure yours are no different<3

You should definitely do something about it baby, I know it’s not the same as someone else fucking you, but you’re a clever good girl and can make do, can’t you? Even if you close your eyes and imagine it’s not your fingers fucking you, but the long, skilled fingers of your hot top, thrusting and curling inside you. Fucking you harder. And deeper. Worshipping you and desperate to give you the mind-blowing orgasm you deserve. Whispering encouragements in your ear as you come closer and closer to cumming, telling you how good you’re doing and how well you’re taking their fingers, how your pussy was made for them to fuck. Such a picture perfect slut.

If I was the hot top in question, I think I’d edge you a little angel, you’re so good, you can take it, cant you? Bring you so close to cumming, so close to finally getting your release, but slowing down to a stop inside you and yanking your release away from you. And without asking you’d beg. So I’ll start fucking you with my fingers again, and gently brush my thumb against your clit and you’d twitch and squirm from how sensitive and overstimulated you are. And you’d come so close again, faster this time, and I’d do the same again, and again. And again. Until I think you’ve had enough. And then finally I’ll get to see you fall apart beneath me as you cum on my fingers, fingers that are still thrusting inside you as you writhe and come apart. How many times do you think you could handle this? How long until you’ve had enough?

Unfortunately sweetheart, I do have to head to bed now, it’s almost 6am for me lmao. Sorry (not really) to be a tease and leave you hanging angel😉

-🌹

hehe, am I getting you worked up? I loveee that. Everything about this ask has me melting,giggling, and insanely wet. Mmm, I like both options, but I think you should have me seeing stars,don't you agree? I'll always beg and moan for you, letting out all my pretty sounds because you just make me feel so insanely good. I'm going to not do something about it because I'm way too tired.. but if I come on here insanely sexually frustrated tomorrow, you gotta remind me that it's my fault lmao. Thinking of you pumping into me with your fingers gets me so turned on (more than i already am). The edging, though, is so RUDE. I'd take it like a good girl, but there would be whining and little tears. I don't know how long I'd last like that. I'd try to be good for you and take it all, though.

Aww goodnight love🩷! I hope you sleep well and have beautiful dreams <3

side note: I'm really sorry if this response isn't good at all. I'm literally exhausted, and I can write a better one tomorrow morning if you like

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[that-demigirl]

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

Jake Seresin x Allison Delaney (Female OC)

A look into the history between Jake and Allie

It was their last night at Top Gun. Graduation was done and over, Allison and Erin had won after weeks of pushing themselves to their limits. The pilot was riding the high of her and Erin’s win. Now that she was done putting on a show for higher ups, she was loosening up. Probably about 5 drinks in at this point and looking for some dangerous fun. Something that reminded her of flying.

This fun came in the form of flirting with her fellow classmate and rival, Jake Seresin. These past couple weeks of training have pushed the two into a tense rivalry, both vying for their name on that Top Gun plaque.There relationship had always skirted the line between rivals and something more. Flirtatious barbs and quips flying every time the two were around each other. 

“How’s it feel to be second best, Seresin?” Allison’s back was to the pool table, a cue in her hands as she rested against it. She felt warm and all those hard edges seemed to smooth out. 

“I think I can stand it if it means being under a pretty girl like you,” Jake quipped, giving her a smirk. They were both in civilian clothes and Jake had dawned a cowboy hat for that night’s bar session. Allison couldn’t tell if that was something he actually wore back home or if he had bought it just to make fun of her being from the south as well. They had been known to trade barbs that most of the others in their class couldn’t keep up with, especially once Jake knew she was from Georgia and had been hiding her accent.

“Aww, ain’t I just special,” Allison smirked up at him as he came to stand in front of her, the alcohol in her system causing her slight accent to slip out, “How’s about we finish up this game so I can continue to show you what a real winner looks like, Jake.”

“Sure, sure, Allie,” Jake leaned in a little, not one to back down to Allison even on a bad day, “Or maybe you’ll see one when I kick your ass at pool.”

“If you say so,” Allie turned to walk off, stalking around the table before lining up to take a shot. She could feel Jake’s eyes linger on her, could feel how she was the only one in the bar that had his attention, and she loved it. Allison didn’t know when the passive aggressive insults and flirtatious barbs had turned into Allison actually being attracted to the man, but at some point it had. Sober Allison would never go for him, but tipsy Allison didn’t know any better.

“Now, now, don’t be a tease,” Jake said as she bent over the table, causing her to roll her eyes at him. While her flirting might have gotten a little more real, she knew his hadn’t. It was all harmless fun, something to pass the time before they left for their deployments.

“Don’t know how to be anything else, sugar,” Allison shot back as she sunk one of the striped-balls into the pocket, “It’s just in my nature.”

“Mmm,” Jake hummed softly, watching her line up to take a second shot. This one didn’t go so well, none of the balls made it into the pocket, “Now, watch a master at work.”

“You’re definitely a master at somethin’,” Allison quips, obviously not referring to pool. Jake looks at her, something undecipherable crossing his eyes before he looks back at the pool table. Again, sober Allison would never fall for this crap, would never let herself think past “he’s kinda attractive”, but tipsy Allison couldn’t stop herself.

“I’m going to get myself another drink, you want one?” Allison offered, feeling the buzz start to wean a bit. She’d be lying to herself if she said it wasn’t to get some distance between her and Jake, even if it was just a little bit. Just something to clear her head a bit before too many dangerous thoughts took place.

“Nah, I’m good,” Jake tipped his head to her in thanks, “I can hold down the fort here.”

“Alrighty,” Allison turned on a heel and went back to the bar counter, waiting patiently. She felt another pair of eyes on her as she approached, but ignored it. She just wanted another beer and to get back to playing pool with Jake.

“Hey there,” A tall guy with dark hair came up to her after she had ordered, obviously trying to chat her up, “Mind if I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

“I think I’m just fine,” Allison responded curtly, her happy buzz starting to be overshadowed by her need to get away.

“Are you sure, I don’t mind,” He leaned in closer to her and his breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco. Allison wrinkled her nose and took a step back.

“I’m really okay,” Allison went to walk back towards the pool table, forgetting about her drink. She didn’t get very far since the guy grabbed her upper arm, urging her to stay.

“Is that any way to treat a kind offer from a gentleman?” The man asked, anger starting to fill his tone.

“I don’t see any gentleman here,” Allison bit back, pulling her arm out of the man’s grasp. He looked even more angered now but before he could say anything another person came into Allison’s field of view. Jake was standing in front of her, pushing the guy back slightly.

“The lady said no, why don’t we respect her wishes,” Jake crossed his arms, not backing down despite the other man’s harsh glare.

“Now me and the little lady were just having a polite conversation,” The man said, causing Allison to scoff, “No need to get yourself involved.”

“Didn’t look very polite from where I was standing,” Jake countered, still refusing to step away, “Why don’t you run along, back to your friends. You aren’t welcome here.”

“Whatever man, the bitch ain’t even worth the trouble,” The man scoffed, walking away with a huff.

“What did you-” Jake was cut off by Allison’s hand on his arm, holding him back.

“It’s alright, I’m fine,” Allison told him as Jake turned around to face her. His eyes scanned her quickly and if Allison wasn’t paying such close attention she wouldn’t have even noticed. It was like he was actually worried about her.

“Here I thought you were supposed to be the lesser amount of trouble,” Jake quipped, obviously trying to bring some humor back into the mix.

“Mmm, I’m full of surprises,” Allison tilted her head up to look him in the eye. Jake met her eyes, giving her his usual smirk. Her brain was too cloudy to notice how close they were.

“That you are, darlin’,” Jake replied, “You still want that drink?”

“I was just waitin’ on it, actually,” Allison told him, looking up to look at his cowboy hat, “What’s the deal with that? Don’t think I’ve ever noticed you with one, though that might be due to only seeing you in uniform.”

“Just thought I’d bring some southern charm with me,” Jake quipped back. A dangerous look crossed Allison’s face before she made a quick movement. Within moments, Jake’s hat was on Allison’s head and she looked very proud of herself.

“Sure, southern charm,” Allison looked at him through her lashes. The hat was a little too big for her head, but she didn’t seem to care. Jake looked stunned for a moment before his eyes hazed over.

“You know what they say about cowboys and their hats,” Jake suggests, crowding her closer to the bar.

“I am from the south, Jake,” Allison smirked, “I know exactly what they say. What are you gonna do about it?”

“I might just have to take you home,” Jake leaned in, less than half a foot between the two of them.

“Mine’s closer,” Allison pointed out, “What do you say? Why don’t we get out of here and put that old saying to the test?”

“If the lady is so inclined,” Jake responded, giving Allison a way out. She knew it too, knew she could back out now and they’d go back to normal tomorrow, but she didn’t want to. Allison Delaney had never backed down when Jake Seresin challenged her and she wasn’t about too now.

“She is,” Allison confirmed, a little breathless. She looked at Jake before sliding out from him and walking towards the exit to the bar. A couple steps away she threw a look over her shoulder to a still stunned Jake, “You comin’, sugar?”

He would be a fool to not follow her after that. And Jake Seresin was many things, but a fool he was not…

—

Allison woke up the next morning feeling sore but satisfied. That satisfaction quickly went away when she noticed there was no warmth next to her. She had woken up alone… Allison bit her tongue to keep from lashing out or from crying, she wasn’t sure which. She should have expected this when she fell into bed with him. Nothing would make Jake Seresin stay, nothing would hold him back. Allison steeled herself before getting out of bed, ready to face her next deployment and forget all about her night with Hangman. Ain’t no reason to go beg him to stay when he didn’t want to.

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[lookatlavender]

wow... wow. yes. you desperately trying to contain yourself with my thigh between your legs, wanting so badly to grind on me. i'd make you look at me and wrap my hands around your throat. i know it's hard, but try to stay still for me, sweet one, okay? you need to sleep and we both know you're just going to end up trying to fuck me again if you start teasing yourself on me again. of course, while i say that, i'd push my thigh up against you a little harder.

ffffuck the mindfuck of everything gentle i do to you being a punishment because you're so desperate to earn your ruins. i'd make you beg to be allowed to hurt yourself for me and then when you're done spanking your pussy raw i'd edge you gently on my tongue as a reward for being such a very good boy. of course i'd be moaning into your boycunt because i love the feeling of it, and of course we'd have to find a way to punish you if you ruined from the vibrations of my voice. i'd train you to start repeating your mantra, good boys don't cum, every time you get close. it'll help you hold back and it'll help me control you. a win-win ❤️

i keep thinking about training you for long-term denial. you'd stop begging to cum quickly because you already know the answer. you know it's not about your orgasm. you know i like you teased and denied. when you beg to be ruined i'd make fun of you, not even begging for a whole orgasm anymore. isn't that pathetic, sweet one? that you cum all over you so many times a day and you haven't had a full orgasm in weeks? those piercings we talked about could be how you finally earn one ❤️ giving yourself over to me completely just to be able to cum once more for pleasure.

mmm. this is making me wish i had counted how many times i've cum since the start of your denial. i've cum twice today thinking about you, and i'm about to make myself cum thinking about you ruining one last time.

when you do cum, whichever type of stimulation you use, i think you should put on a timer for an hour and force yourself to go for the whole hour, no matter how intense it is. 💫

god the way you would hear me whine at that treatment 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 being told not to grind while you press your thigh up against me, teasing even worse and making me want to grind until i can’t even think anymore 🙈 i’d grab onto you so desperately, trying to ground myself and focusing on your hands on my throat, whine about how you’re being such a tease and making it so hard to be a good boy for you. i might just clench my thighs around yours, hold myself tight there and try to keep myself still that way.

it would be so fucking hot when i realized what i was doing too 🙈 the first time i came to you begging and caught myself begging for pain instead of for you to touch me, realizing that it was an automatic ask at this point. i hadn’t even thought about it, just spouted what my brain knew you wanted and what comes out is me begging for you to hurt me. of course you’d find a way to make even that a bit crueler, and force me to do it myself. force me to be entertaining enough for you to keep watching while i torture myself for you. i’d spank my own pussy until i was crying, and any time you looked bored i would switch to a different instrument. first up to my small flogger, then a bigger one. soon i’d move on to a wooden paddle, heavy and solid. i wouldn’t even be able to hit myself very hard with it because of how intense it is (i know from experience) but i would still try my hardest for you. i’d make sure every hit count, til i was red and puffy and sore for you. and only then would you call me over to tease me, once you knew that even the softest touch from your tongue would be even sweeter torture than the hits had been. you could suck on my tdick and probably make me scream if you wanted to, either from pleasure or pain or both. wouldn’t even have to keep sucking, just once hard so I shriek and you can pull away, softly laughing and remarking how usually i like that so much, what’s changed?

and once i finally started getting close you’d know, hear me mumbling to myself at first maybe and then more clearly, me telling myself over and over that good boys don’t cum while i twist my fingers in the sheets and try to hold myself back for you 😵‍💫🙈

the fantasy of long term denial really is so hot too 🙈🙈 it might take me time to truly give it up, but eventually i would. let you take my orgasms for real, especially when i got the piercings and let you lock me up for real. that last orgasm would be so sweet, a final reminder of what i was giving up to you before i never get one again. and i know you’d guide me through it and remind me all the reasons it was gonna be so much better to be denied by you, to retrain my mind to think of your pleasure only and totally give up mine. unless you’re using it against me that is 😈😵‍💫

i wish i knew how many times you’d cum for me too, i’d use the number of ruins and make that how many days i have to go on a no touch for you 🙈 i hope you did end up making yourself cum to the thought of me ruining. and i hope you cum even more times to the audio i post of me finally being allowed to cum after so long 😵‍💫

i wish i’d had time to go for that long 🙈🙈🙈 i would have been so fucked out 😵‍💫 someday i need to take an entire day and just dedicate the whole thing to fucking myself, stretching out all my holes and making myself cum over and over until i’m overstimulated and sensitive to the touch. maybe at the end of all of it all give my pussy a few good spanks while it’s still sensitive 🤭🤭🤭