#my body is shaking and trembling rn

[birdhousemp3]

I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend but really I'm not actually your friend But I am Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I have a secret to tell From my electrical well It's a simple message And I'm leaving out the whistles and bells So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary, one note spelled l-i-t-e My story's infinite Like the Longines Symphonette, it doesn't rest Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am There's a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry Which stood on rocky shores And kept the beaches shipwreck free Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts Bluebird of friendliness Like guardian angels, it's always near Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul And while you're at it Keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it) Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the) Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul) Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it) Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the) Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul) Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet

Make a little birdhouse in your soul

[ourceliumnetwork]

it's hard to have a good day like, mentally and emotionally but a bad day physically.

it's REALLY hard to do that twice in a row but we're going to try.

[t4tbedehopmar]

hey sunny. hey. what did u just say.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Your puppy!hybrid bf has been super mean lately…

Usually he’s so spunky and fun, greeting you with kisses hugs, and humping you excitedly when you get home…

But for the past few days he’s been so cold! You asked him how he was doing and he… growled at you!

“Shut up, I don’t want to speak with you, you damn cheater!”

This really upset you, and despite the fact he seemed upset, his ears flattened against his head when he noticed your shocked and hurt expression.

“Cheater? Baby, what are you talking about?”

You reached out to gently pet him, but he pushed your hand away. “You know what I mean! You’ve been coming home smelling like some other mutt!”

This made you pause, and then you began to snicker before outright laughing.

“W-why are you laughing? You find hurting me funny!?”

He began to cry, and you quickly moved to soothe him. “Shh, shh… baby, calm down. If you come walk with me, I can clear things up.”

He wasn’t in the best mood, but he still followed behind you, sulking as you walked your usual path from and to work.

Halfway there, you stopped as a big dog trotted towards you, stopping at the end of his yard. Already your lover began to blush and get embarrassed when you pet the dog.

The scent was instantly recognizable.

“See? It’s just a dog. I’m not cheating on you.”

Your pup was quiet on the way home, his face buried in your shoulder as he followed behind you. Now he was being clingy, sniffling and hiding his flustered face from your amused eyes.

“I’m sorry… I should have talked to you before accusing you of something like that…”

The second the two of you were inside, he took you to the bedroom, sitting in front of you as he nudged his nose against your thigh.

“Can I make it up to you?”

You sighed happily, relaxing as he gave your cunt a tentative lick before burying his face between your thighs.

His tongue swirled around your clit, and he looked up at you with hazy, teary eyes, gripping your thighs.

“You mean everything to me… I’m sorry… but even thinking about you with someone else makes me…”

He growled against your cunt, shoving his tongue into your tight hole. His cock bobbed with need between his thighs… all he wanted to do was knot you…

But he wouldn’t yet. Your pup loved you, and he had questioned your loyalty to him… he wanted to make it up to you.

Sucking softly on your clit, he made sure to gently stretch you on his fingers. He wanted you as wet as possible…

It wasn’t easy for him, the pup’s brain was already starting to turn to mush. The smell and taste of your pussy on his tongue was enough to have him humping your leg as he ate you out.

“Sorry… s-so sorry, wanna… wanna mate with you… please…”

You tried to speak, but it was getting difficult after your third orgasm had your body shaking and trembling with pleasure. A strangled moan left your throat as you pulled his head from your fat pussy.

“C’mon… let’s make puppies…”

That shattered any restraint he had left. Within seconds he was on top of you, shoving his hot, fat cock into your warm hole.

There was no waiting for you to adjust like normal, he was already fucking into your so fast it nearly knocked the wind from your lungs.

“Mine…”

He bit down on your neck, growling lowly as he held onto your hips, his claws digging into your hips. “Mine, no one’s taking you from me…”

“Ahh! All… all yours, pup!”

The bite in your neck stung, but the pleasure you felt as his cock slammed into your pussy was too great to even feel it.

He knotted you, panting above you as he looked down, his face flushed.

“Mmph… no one will ever touch my mate…”

He huffed, nuzzling into his, his cock nestled inside of your fat cunt. The two of you fell asleep together, both satisfied and in love.

———————

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[sttoru]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 .

⟣ sypnosis. a nightmare of your lover’s disappearance wakes you from your sleep.

⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. angst, comfort, fluff. takes place after gojo’s unsealed but before dec 24th, bits of spoilers jjk leaks 236 at the end. mentions of death, blood.

⟣ note. based on it’s happening again by agnes obel. coping rn dhmu . . . not proofread bcs i cant read through my tears anyways hope u enjoy im gonna cry myself to sleep now

everyone has to die at one point — not even the strongest of all could avoid that tragical fate. not even the strongest sorcerer you call your lover.

no, not even him. the universe couldn’t spare him. you thought that maybe, it would. maybe fate wouldn’t apply to him. oh, how wrong you were.

blood splatter—a stream of red liquid. right at your feet. right in front of your eyes. a man in half. and not just any regular man;

“satoru !”

your dark surroundings become blurry with tears, your body jolts out of its current dreaming state. you could feel your heart in your chest—in your throat. your brain shut itself off for a few seconds as your eyes try to make out shapes and figures in the room you’re in. your bedroom.

you only then realises that it was all just a gruesome nightmare. a hyperrealistic one at that; one that will haunt you for years.

“hmmh.. ‘m right here, baby.” a groggy voice next to you replies to your yell in agony. the yell that was the shape of your lover’s name leaving your lips—

you instantly turn your head to the right and there he was; the man whom just met death in your dreams. gojo satoru, all alive and well. in your bed, in your presence, in your life.

satoru’s hand aimlessly pats the space next to him in search of your body whilst he rubbed his eyes with the other, trying to adjust his sight to the dark so he could find you. you seemed to be in complete distress. which he does not like.

“it’s okay, shh, shh,” your lover hums, hand finally finding your arm. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you on top of him—your head laying on his chest.

his body was warm. his heartbeat was there. loud and clear in your right ear.

“satoru. . .” a river of tears flows down your cheeks like a dam that has been broken into. your body trembles, lungs feeling like they couldn’t get any air in them from how hard you were sobbing. the pain of losing your loved one; it all came flowing back to you.

satoru frowns, “hey, hey. look at me — sweetheart, c’mon.”

he instantly sits up and pulls you along with him. his hands find your cheeks, tilting your head up. this time it was his turn to feel his heart break in pieces. you looked absolutely distraught. as if you just went through a traumatic experience of some kind. he hated it.

“shit,” satoru mutters under his breath before pulling you into his embrace again, arms circling your waist with his head buried in the crook of your neck, “it’s okay, i’m here now. you’re safe.”

it wasn’t the first time you had nightmares when he was with you. you had them regularly after satoru had gotten sealed in the prison realm for nineteen days—nineteen days of dread for you. of an empty bed, an empty house and an empty life.

when satoru had finally been released from the prison realm it was like a dream come true. a happy dream, that is. not those repetitive, bad ones you have every now and then. you still get those nightmares of your lover being either taken away from you by force or by death itself. your brain couldn’t give you a break — even after his return.

“take a deep breath in,” satoru instructs and sets an example by doing the breathing exercise with you, “hold it for three seconds . . . breathe out for six. mhmm, good—jus’ like that.”

you repeat it a couple more times, sobbing and shaking throughout the entirety of the exercise, but eventually manage to calm down a little. satoru sighs in relief at this;

“you okay, baby?”

you nod weakly and sniff, wanting nothing more than to be held by the man you thought had vanished from your life forever. you had that scare once, when he was sealed, and you never want to go back to those dark times. ever.

“it’s— i, just—“ you hiccup once, unable to complete entire sentences, “i thought you w-were gone. i thought you had died.”

it was silent after that (except for the sound your silent sobs and sniffles). satoru had guessed by now that you saw him die in your dream — that much was pretty obvious. but, the thought that you were this distressed because of it makes him. . . happy in a way.

happy that someone would mourn over him at least.

“well,” satoru pensively replies, hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, “everyone has to meet their end one day, you know?”

that sentence was one that was meant to lighten up the grim mood somehow. one of his many lighthearted remarks that were supposed distract you from your tears. it would work during other moments like these — were you’d be too baffled by the things satoru says to care about what you were crying for — yet today it only worsens your misery.

“shut up.” you weakly punch his chest to which the white haired male chuckles softly, his slender fingers instantly interlocking with yours. satoru’s thumb brushes against your wrist before pulling it up to his lips, placing ticklish kisses among your skin.

another silence hangs in the air.

“seriously though. . . if i were to somehow die, i’d want you to live and move on, yeah?” your lover whispers in such a quiet tone that it was almost inaudible. satoru had looked death right in the eye before — he didn’t care back then if it were actually his end.

he does now. he has the world to lose — his world — his everything. you.

satoru wants to live a happy life with you. he doesn’t want to die now that he has you. the love of his life which he wants to grow old with. maybe have kids with. start an own family away from the busy streets, away from the swarming curses in the city and away from all that sorcerer stuff. it was a nice dream.

“shut it!” you huff and satoru takes another weak punch to the chest. his gaze lands upon your tear struck face and he instantly drops the serious ‘act’.

the sorcerer laughs, his usual boyish laugh that makes you feel better, and he flips you both over so that he has you pinned underneath him. satoru grins before kissing your tummy all over, making you giggle from the ticklish feeling;

“i’m playin’, baby! i’m not going anywhereeee!” he promises through wet pecks against your skin, the smile on his evident even if you couldn’t see it — you could hear it in his voice.

satoru leaves your tummy and moves on to your neck and face. he was smothering you in affection in hopes you’d cheer up some way. he just wants you to forget about anything bad happening to him. you didn’t deserve to think about all that stuff — you deserve to be happy and full of joy.

even without him one day.

“i’d never leave my princess all alone.” satoru shakes his head and pouts dramatically, “who else is gonna spoil you? or kiss and cuddle you to bed, huh?”

you finally show an ounce of joy. a tiny smile. that was all satoru had needed to see. he wasn’t going to stop there, however. his goal was to turn that small smile into a full blown fit of laughter.

“i’m one of a kind, baby. you’re never gonna meet a man like me.” he continues with a proud grin, putting all of his body weight on top of you which causes you to groan and grumble a lighthearted complain.

satoru knows you like it whenever he clings to you and thus he uses that piece of knowledge to help you feel better. his head was buried into your shoulder, limbs enveloping your body like a koala.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes and snuggle up to your lover, closing your eyes as the tiredness hits your body after all that crying.

“whatever !” satoru mocks you in a high-pitched tone, followed by a pair of giggles from the two of you. a third and final punch to the chest finally shuts him up for the rest of the night.

the sorcerer made sure you had fallen asleep first before he whispered the next words in your ear, hoping they’d calm your mind and body so that no nightmares would ever bother you again;

“don’t you worry, sweets. i’m not leaving you. ever.”

. . .

those were the same exact words satoru wished he could utter to you one last time before the current date — 24th of december.

[joelscruff]

can i request another boyfriends dad fic where reader can't be quiet because it feels to good so joel puts his hand over her mouth and tells her to be a good girl for daddy 🥵

snack break (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader) 18+

anon you are so lucky i'm on my period rn. this is the same joel from quickie but both can be read as stand-alone.

summary: joel needs you to be quiet. (reader is of legal age) rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: daddy!kink, age difference, unprotected p in v sex, doggy, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, this is filthy word count: about 800

"i'll be back in a second," you'd said, "getting some popcorn."

your boyfriend had given you a small grunt as a response, eyes glued to his gaming setup as he mashed the keys and furiously fingered the mouse better than he'd fingered you in your entire relationship. with an eyeroll you'd left his bedroom and walked across the hall to the kitchen.

the moment you'd shut the popcorn in the microwave and pressed the button, joel had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, kissed the back of your neck and told you to bend over the counter.

"be a good girl," he'd murmured, "don't make a sound."

it's hard not to make a sound when he's now fucking into you slow and deep, hips pressing firmly against your ass every time he buries his thick cock inside of you. your hands squeal against the kitchen counter for purchase, body loose and shaky as he takes what belongs to him.

"be quiet, babygirl," he murmurs, squeezing your breasts over the fabric of your oversized hoodie - your boyfriend's hoodie.

"i can't," you whimper, biting down hard on your lip when the head of his cock hits that firm and spongey place inside of you, making your legs shake, "it's too much, daddy, i can't."

"it's not too much," he replies softly, "you can take it, baby, i know you can."

you shake your head, feeling a guttural moan building in your throat when he pulls out again and pushes back in, brings one of his big hands down to press flat against your stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"daddy," you groan, frantic and pitiful; it's louder than you'd expected and you both freeze, heads snapping toward the closed door of your boyfriend's bedroom.

after a few seconds you hear your boyfriend curse at someone in-game, still playing, completely unaware of what his father is doing to you across the hall. you both relax a bit, sighing in relief. joel places a tender kiss behind your ear and starts to fuck you again, slow and deep.

you can't help but start whimpering again and clearly joel has had enough of telling you to be quiet. instead he brings his hand up and places it firmly to your mouth, large and strong against your face. you whimper into it and are pleased to discover that the sound is barely audible.

"there you go," he murmurs in your ear, fucking you a bit harder now that he knows you can't make the same noises, "it's okay, babygirl, he can't hear you now."

you moan a bit louder as he picks up speed but your voice continues to stay muffled by the firm placement of his hand. he brings his other hand downward from your belly to rub your clit, eliciting a few more noiseless whimpers that vibrate against his skin. you're so overstimulated and full, a bit worried that when you come his hand won't be enough to mask the sound. but he doesn't seem to care.

"shhh, that's it," he coos in your ear, "such a good girl for daddy"

his words and the sensations are too much to bear; you clamp down tightly on his cock and make pathetic squealing noises into his hand, body trembling as he coaxes your orgasm out of you with soft whispers of praise and gentle kisses to your temple. he keeps rubbing your clit, fucking you hard and making your eyes roll back.

it's only a few seconds later that he finishes with a low groan in your ear, cock twitching within your walls as he paints your insides with his come. you tremble even more, unable to make sounds even if his hand wasn't in the way.

"that's it, that's my good girl," he murmurs in your ear, still emptying himself inside of you, filling you deep with his seed as his hand presses harder against your wet mouth, "just take it, take all of it."

the microwave dings and he pulls out, taking his hand off your mouth and bringing it down to thumb his spend back inside your swollen pussy.

"so messy," he murmurs, pushing as much as he can back inside before pulling your panties back up. you're still shaking, hunched over the kitchen counter as he hikes up your shorts and presses one final kiss to the back of your neck.

the microwave dings again, and you hear your boyfriend's voice call out from the other room, "take it out before it burns!"

you finally pull yourself off the counter, legs shaking like a baby deer as you reach over and pop the door open. the smell of popcorn wafts into the room.

"enjoy your snack." joel says with a smirk, then leaves the room as quickly as he'd entered.

[getonite]

i've been busy the whole day, so i just now got around to watching s4 ep2 of black butler, and i—

hit me with it.

why do you look like a kicked puppy? my pussy's right here to make u feel better!!!

fuck me.

just go ahead and take the thing off for me hm?

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

IDC HOW BASIC THIS TROPE IS, RAIL ME IN THE CONFESSIONAL RN. RIGHT. NOW. MY PUSSY IS WET AND READY FOR DEMON DICK.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony,vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling.teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, ip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

I NEED HIM!!

+ bonus, a pretty boy

[devilish-blue]

eyeless jack and or hoodie somno ? or what it’s like dating them with a nsfw part 🙏🙏 we’re thirsting rn

Oh my God. This took so long for me to do mainly because i procrastinated, but whatever. Anyways! I absolutely loved this idea and just had to do it! So i hope you like it.

!!Headcannons!!

!!TW!!: Somnophilia, mentions of other various kinks, mentions of Mean! Jack, cunnilingus. Let me know if i missed any!!)

Brian/Hoodie:

Now, to start, there is a big difference in Brian and Hoodie. Brian is well, Brian. I like to think of him as a big southern teddy bear. While it might be unpopular, I don’t really care. Hoodie, on the other hand, is ruthless, and mean. He doesn’t really seem to care all that much. So how would dating them be?

Brian, like I said, is a big ol’ teddy bear when it comes to you. He adores you and loves to spoil you with bear hugs and smothering you in kisses. Not to mention, he bulks, so not only does he have muscle, he has a big build making him huge compared to you. Perfect for being choked by his bicep- I mean, who said that?

Moving on, we have Hoodie. Now Hoodie is a killer, a cold killer who doesn’t seem to care. Thankfully the only times you really see Hoodie is when he gets home from a mission and Brian hasn’t regained control yet. During these times he usually tries to stay away from you. Maybe it’s because Brian doesn’t want Hoodie to hurt you so he might still be the tiniest bit in control.

However, sometimes you can’t help but need to be near your boyfriend, so even when Hoodie was Hoodie you’d still come up to him and hug him, but he would just stand there or put his hands on your hips.

Onto hornier details, kinks. Brian might seem like a vanilla guy at first glance, but he’s most definitely not. Does he like Somno? Yes. At first, he hated the thought of taking advantage of you while you were sleeping, but when you said you were into it? He tried it the following night and he fell in LOVE with it. The sight of you shaking and whimpering in your sleep only to wake up with Brian’s thick cock in your hole? Hooked.

Of course there’s other kinks, choking, degrading, dirty talking, pet names, etc. But there is just a special place in his heart for Somno and knife play. But that’s for a different time. ;p

Does Hoodie like Somno? Is that even a question? Of course he does! He loves to get home from long missions and walk in your room and to find you sleeping. Because that means he can use your body and not have to hear you complain about how tired you are as he fucks you.

He also has other kinks, choking, impact play, knife play, blood play, even some BDSM, but it's not often that you screw Hoodie anyway so you’ll be healed by next time. ;p

Eyeless Jack:

Oh Anon, don’t I have a treat for you. Jack was a big, intimidating guy, he’s a demon after all. But he’s sweet. Most of the time. Most of the time he’s a big affection, and loving boyfriend, but other times, he’s the opposite. He’s cruel and distant. He even sometimes insults you, but you know he doesn’t really mean it. Right?

But after these little spurts of hate, he apologizes, gives you cuddles, hugs and kisses but if you go to bed angry? He doesn’t like that because he knows he made you mad, so he likes to give you a nice surprise.

He had always thought about fucking you while you were sleeping, but now he had a reason. So there he was under the blanket in between your legs licking your aching and dripping hole. He was happening you would wake up in a panicked and blissful mess and that’s exactly what you were. You woke up and you felt hot and a wet sensation on your lower half. You looked down in a panic but that panic was soon taken over by relief and then ecstasy as your body trembled and convulsed as you came. Who knew three tongues could feel so good?

[sh1-n0bu]

Congrats!!! You're my new fav scara writer, anyways. I want to fuck scaramouche so hard he's mf SCREAMING, imagine he was being very naughty and needy in public acting like a lil bitch in heat, AND WE PUNISH HIM 😈😈😈

♡︎ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphillia, degrading, praise, marking, creampie, rough sex, of course cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: this one was less kinkier than my other smuts but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be soft👍

also woziehrjsbbzbxjsbbs IM UR NEW FAV SCARA WRITER😭😭 NOBODY TOUCH ME IM SOFT RN

poor little scaramouche, tasting the consequences of his own action yet still trying to run away from it. his small, pristine body trembling and twitching, dark love bites and teeth mark blemishing his perfect skin - but he didn’t mind.

he was so sensitive, even a small breath of air being blown into the crook of his neck would cause him to jolt and whimper like a useless whore. your precious whore.

trying to catch his breath and to get his bearings back, scaramouche laid there on the bed, all red and cum dripping from his hole and down his shaking thighs. that wasn’t good. your sweet boy can’t go wasting the cum you filled him up to the brim with!

“[NAM-]!!” suddenly feeling you start to move again, scaramouche tried to get away. whining and writhing under you, clawing at the sheets, choking on his own moans and screams of pleasure.

“we’re not done yet baby boy. it’s not over until i’m satisfied with filling you up and until you learn your lesson” scaramouche felt like his mind was gonna blank. he came way too times already to the point his cum is now nothing but a translucent color! you even fucked him raw, he can’t take it!

pinning his hands down to the bed and continuing to ram into his sloppy hole, creating more squishy, wet and filthy noises you leaned down to bite at the small juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“[name]! n-nO NO NOT THER-!! MFFGH GYAAAFH♡︎♡︎!!” silly little slut. cumming from just a single bite like that. but it’s okay. you’re a patient lover and you will be sure to teach scara his lesson.

rutting into the soft spot in him that makes him scream, your hand reached down between scaramouche’s shaking bite covered thighs, teasing the slit of his small cock.

“you sound so good precious. again. cum for me again” you demanded. jerking him off while fucking into his sweet spot causing scara to sob loudly with his pretty blue eyes rolled to the back of his skull. mouth hanging open with drool slipping down his chin, face so flushed to the point it even reached his shoulders and globs of fat tears rushing down his cheeks.

ah he was so pretty like this. so perfectly ruined and fucked stupid.

scaramouche sobbed out. whining about who knows what, words of “good — feelssh sho good♡︎♡︎“ slurring out of his mouth. soon his legs gave out from under him but you can't have him giving up now.

ruthlessly pulling his waist back up again, you held scaramouche’s waist, sure to leave a bruise with how hard you’re gripping the flesh, continuing to thrust into him.

scaramouche soon came over the sheets with a sudden loud wail, small hands clawing at the pillows, hips twitching, thighs shaking. he was just so cute like this♡︎. surely your darling whore can go a few more rounds?

[billskeis]

˖ ࣪ ⟢ currently thinking about how bill lasts long, and i mean long. we’re talking about hours of hot sex

as much as he loves to take his time with you, there’s other days where he just, he just needs this. needs to feel you around him, craves the moans and whimpers that come from your honey filled voice. he fucking craves the sensation of your tight cunt squeezing around him as he pummels his cock into your already soppy n’ sensitive cunt.

“f-fuck you feel amazing.. been a’while hasn’t it schatz?” he holds down your waist, hitting it from the back as he smiles looking at how his hips slap into yours simultaneously, causing your ass to ripple from the impact. the head frame of your bed rocks against the wall, let’s hope the neighbours aren’t going to complain about it next morning once you’re done. if he’s even done with you.

there clearly wasn’t any point in putting a towel under the two of you as you ended up dirtying the sheets anyways. sweat, cum, squirt and saliva all probably in the mix of the fabric as you and bill have been going at it like rabbits in heat. bill could go on forever. fuck, he’d kill to die fucking you. you on the other hand, cannot. overwhelmed by the pleasure, bill uses your body to his leisure, and being the good girlfriend you are, let him.

hickeys litter your body, bite marks, swollen nipples and a tender clit, bill made sure to show love to each and every inch and millimetre of your body tonight. when does he not? he just loves you so much he wants to fuck you till you pass out.

raising your head from the pillow, you claw at the sheets from the overstimulation of like, what? your fourth or fifth orgasm? “bill.. p-please slow down.. i—mmpngh~ i can’t feel my fucking legs..!”

propping yourself on your elbows, you look behind you to your boyfriend with puppy eyes. electric static building in your core as he wouldn’t even stop thrusting as you spoke. biting on your tongue to not give him the satisfaction of you being in pleasure to how pussy drunk he is.

“how cute.. makes me wanna fuck you even harder hm? how s’that sound?”

shoving your head back into the pillows, bill angles himself to fuck into you deeper, rubbing the apex of your ass as he lets out a whorish moan on purpose. to tease you, of course. the tip of his cock abuses your poor cervix, definitely already bruised. your gummy walls however cannot help but contract around his length, feeling up every inch of his veins.

although not the biggest girth, bill makes up for it in length, the curve of his dick allowing him to hit your sweet spot that leaves your toes curling. distracted, bill ends up pinching your clit, as you only sob and soil the pillow with your tears and drool, “i-i’m gonna fucking kill you bill~~!”

“mmmhh—okay just let me cum first ‘kay?” licking a stripe up the spine and curve of your back, bill has a tight grasp on your ass cheeks as he moves you back and forth on his dick. he ensures you feel every single movement and inch of his cock as he grinds his cock into your cunt, so easily slipping in and out.

“billllll— b-bill ‘m gonna come—”

“ugh.. so wet, huh?? and you wanted to stop.. you love this don’t cha.. you fuckin—ngh—love this cock right..?”

he only giggles as he watches your body writhe and thrash under him, as he hugs you from behind somewhat in a mating press. his undivided attention all on you as he insists on going another round after telling you ten minutes prior to your last orgasm that this would be the final one. to your inability to say no to his pleads of ‘pleasepleaseplease baby one more time and then we’re finished.. just wanna fill you up once more’ you ended up nodding.

tummy warm and full, your legs shake and tremble in overstimulation as bill begins to move again.

“haahh.. so good f’me.. sooooso good baby.. i love this pussy..” kissing you, eventually letting his tongue slip in as you weep and cry wondering how long it’s gonna take for him to finally be done with you.

we r so up rn chat 🤓🤓

am i back ? perchance . will i try to b active ? we will see

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“Good girl.” She murmurs with a smirk, fingers tugging at the waistband of your panties, pulling them off until they’re hanging off your foot with your pants. Bongpal can’t help but lick her lips at your wetness, unable to stop herself from prying her middle finger between your folds.

You’re so damn sensitive already, and just that simple touch sent a bolt through you. For crying out loud, how desperate is she for a taste of you? The two of you are in a public bathroom, and your ass is plastered on a toilet seat.

She reels in closer, and you caught a hint of her masculine, sage cologne mixed in with the strong scent of cigarettes intermingling with your own sweet perfume.

“What? Don’t like the setting?” Bongpal bites on your earlobe, her hand resting on your hips. “You can’t blame me. All night you’ve been teasing me with those stupid jeans that hug your hips all too well. It turns me on, knowing only I can eat this pussy all for myself.”

A deep chuckle comes from her lips, all while you whimper at her warm breath embracing your ear, her teasing finger making it harder to focus. When she realises you didn’t process a word she said, she delves a finger into your cunt, your walls squeezing onto her from the sudden movement.

“Focus on me.” She whispers with a hint of dominance, turning her gaze to where you’re looking: at the tantalizing sight of her finger disappearing inside of you, curving upwards. Slowly, she delves in deeper, your velvety walls letting her spread you open. Your legs tremble as you feel her suddenly brush against your sweet point, sending a soft whine to your lips. Bongpal brings her to finger to your entrance, your pussy reluctant to let her go, clenching around her nail, instantly missing her touch.

“Why’d you stop?” You shamefully murmur, grasping her hand and putting it back where you needed it most.

“So I can do this.” Bongpal leans her head towards your aching cunt, delicately spreading her tongue over your whole vulva. Next, she delves her tongue in between your folds, sucking gently. Your juices were so sweet to her tongue, only making her want more. But, this time, she must be careful. Anybody could walk in unprecedented, and it wouldn’t be a lovely situation to have someone other than her hearing your slutty whines. Although she could see the look in your eyes that scream “please, eat me out!”, so enticingly even though you’re embarrassed for her to be in between your legs.

Right now, she wants to lap up your core with her tongue, make you scream her name; yet is torn between the idea of someone hearing. But the desire to fuck you with her tongue takes over.

Before you know it she suddenly pulls your hips closer to her tongue, delving her face into your core. Bongpal teasingly only focuses on your most sensitive spot: your throbbing clit. Each lap of her tongue purposely and roughly grazes your clit, earning a loud, guttural moan from your throat. You instantly cover your mouth, eyes widening at the pleasure, unable to stop yourself from gasping and shaking. She’s enchanted by the way her tongue makes your pussy salivate all over her mouth, dripping down to her chin, that makes the inviting whimpers, moans and whines escape from your throat unwillingly. It makes her want to continue, even though it does so little to please her appetite.

Bongpal wants to hear you scream and squirt, your body trembling under her touch. And she’s getting close to her wish. Right now, you’re ashamed to admit that your getting so close from just the rapid movement of her tongue, your hands gripping on her hair, legs squeezing around her figure.

She smirks against your soaking wet folds, swirling her tongue around your clit purposely. She knows your clit is so damn sensitive, and she knows so well how it makes you feel so good. Each swirl makes the swelling in the depths of your stomach stronger, and your body relaxes as it nears its finish. Your breathes become ragged and brief, you squint your eyes in shame, pleasure washing over you in a huge tide with your nectar squirting all over her face in a gasp.

Too weak to cover your mouth anymore, you panted for breath, juices spilling onto the floor. A low chuckle emerges from her as she licks her lips, savouring the taste of you.

She kisses her way from your cunt to your stomach, then your chest, pulling up your bra to reveal your tits. She gently fondles them, showering them with pecks before moving to your panting lips, planting a soft kiss upon your lips. That wasn’t enough for you. Tangling your fingers through her hair at the back of her hand, you pulled her in once more, eagerly intertwining hers with yours. They crashed together with such urgency that left no room for hesitation, breathes ragged in the heated air between you. Bongpal pulled away, her teeth bitting upon your lips to remind you who’s in charge.

“You’re so sexy.” Bongpal muttered before entering her finger inside of you once more. This time, she entered her ring finger, spreading you wider than before. A gentle exhale hovered in the air as she pushed her fingers deeper inside of you.

“I want to see you cum like that again. Just one more time, And I promise I’ll be satisfied..” She trailed off, her fingers moving deeper within your core. Bongpal’s fingers stretched within you in a scissor shape; a sudden moan slipping out. Her eyes were fixated to your salivating cunt, her tongue practically begging for another taste. But that would have to wait until you got home, then she could really fuck the thoughts out of you.

Her fingers pace started to increase, your hand gripping onto your own thigh, making your hips buck into her thrusts. Bongpal started to hit against your g-spot, making you become uncontrollably louder. The squelching of your lewd pussy and your sweet whimpers echoed throughout the room, the ruthlessness of her fingers making your g-spot throb with pleasure.

“Not so fast, I..!” You were barely able to get a word in between sobs, your legs flailing with in the air as objects fell to the ground. You squirmed under her touch, body vibrating and quivering with a newfound bliss. At this point you didn’t notice your second orgasm arriving so soon, your mind could barely comprehend the pace she was moving at. Bongpal’s strong arms pinned your legs spread as she continued, watching as a fountain emerged from between your legs, landing over her clothes, dripping down her fingers.

Finally, you had a chance to catch your breath; you felt so deprived of air. You wearily turned your gaze up to the perpetrator of such tiredness, who only smirked and slurped up your juices from her fingers, watching keenly at your dishevelment. Your thighs were painted with your own beautiful filth, and you were left with your clothes so messily discarded around you which left a strangely appealing, finishing touch.

[baka-bakeneko]

Don't Stop Now - Wade Wilson x Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: MDNI, comic version Wade Wilson, quick recovery, dominant Wade Wilson, sub reader, face-sitting, squirting, enthusiastic consent, body appreciation, mating press

word count: 3.3k

synopsis: Round two of marathon s-e-x series; Wade's not holding back now.

a/n: be honest with me rn, are you a fan of wade wilson?

You rolled to belch over your shoulder after Wade grabbed you a beer from the fridge. The two of you had slammed through the chinese food, leaving egg roll crumbs on the bed sheets only adding insult to the damp injury.

Upon stretching your arm out, you noticed a red fabric tucked just under the mattress. Wade leaned over you, ghosting his lips along your stomach and ribcage before planting a firm one just under your right breast.

"Where you goin'?" He asked, his voice a delightful gruff. Your hand touched at the back of his head, only encouraging his action before you grabbed the fabric and pulled it free.

You held it in your palm, staring at the red bunch of fabric with black ovals stitched into it. You hummed at the fabric, wondering what it was before Wade's lips found your nipple and generously suckled.

"Ah," you whimpered, holding his head to your chest before running your fingers down the back of his neck. "Wade, quit."

"Why?" Wade asked as you restuffed the fabric under the mattress. "You love it."

You rolled your eyes, stretching out over the rest of the bed. Your legs melted apart as Wade's hand skirted along your waist, savoring every inch of your bare skin before teasing a finger down to your slit.

You hid a soft wince, your hand going for his wrist. "Hey, easy. I'm rubbed raw."

"So sensitive?" He puled, teasing you as his mouth moved between your breasts. "Are you done for the night?"

The thought was tempting, especially with the chinese food and beer now sitting like a deadweight in your stomach. You grumbled, relishing in the attention of Wade's scarred lips against your skin.

You craned your neck to look at him, tilting your chin to beg for his kiss. Wade smirked, stretching his body over yours to kiss you, catching your bottom lip between his with a tender nibble.

You hummed, rolling your hips up to feel Wade slotted between your legs. His cock began hardening against your stomach, his tip nudging along your belly button.

When he pulled away, you groaned and dropped your head back down over the edge of the bed. Though your body was now too full and elated to keep going, you shifted back onto the bed and reached for your beer over the foot end.

Tilting the can back, you took a long swig as Wade's lips started dotting upwards to your neck.

"I know I get you for a year, but I feel like I'd waste a second," he whispered as he touched your sides.

You shut your eyes and focused deeply on Wade's touch, his burnt fingers tender and trembling. When he got to your shoulder, he paused and held himself there. He inhaled through his nose, exhaled over your skin before pursing his lips with another kiss.

You smiled, finishing off the droplets of your beer then turned to Wade. You kissed his temple, nudged your nose against his forehead.

"I dunno, I feel like I might belch in your face. Not romantic of you to fill a girl full of sodium then ask her to fuck."

Wade chuckled, resting his cheek to your shoulder. "That's where you're wrong. I, for one, would love for you to belch in my face."

You hid a roll of your eyes, leaning to kiss Wade again. You looked over the bed, speckled with crumbs and soy sauce stains against the mess you two made earlier.

Wade's fingers slipped between your thighs, touching at your pussy timidly. You gasped sharply, tilting your head against your free shoulder.

"Let me clean up at least, I can't fuck on food. That's my hard pass."

Wade grinned, shaking his head on your shoulder. "I'm not ruining another set of sheets, waterworks. I'll eat the crumbs off your ass."

You reared up from Wade and onto your knees, shrugging him off of you. Pushing to stand, you leaned over him and kissed his cheek.

"That's sweet," your teeth grazed playfully at his skin, taking a tender nibble at him. "Too sweet."

Wade groaned and rolled onto his back, stretching his arms out over the edge of his bed. You stared at him, his eyes trained on you, and smirked.

Your gaze slowly drifted down his form, taking in each puckered inch of his skin before backing away from the bed. "Stay put, okay? I'll be right back."

Wade nodded, tilting his head back further to watch you from this new angle. "I'll keep your seat warm for you," he teased, reaching a hand out to offer a tender stroke to his cock.

You hid a deep groan, backing into the bathroom again to freshen up. Your hips ached at the thought of spreading for Wade again, but the sluggish trail of yours and his cum was tickling its way down your inner thigh.

Turning around, you marched into the bathroom to pee and clean up as best as you could, taking water from the sink to rinse the sweat from your face.

When you returned, the bed was empty except for Wade now resting in the center of it. The sheets were cleaned to the best of Wade's ability and the chinese food and empty beers were moved back to the kitchen.

"You didn't have to do all that," you crooned to Wade, now sat up on his elbow and resuming the stroke of his cock.

"Kitten wants a clean bed to fuck on, kitten gets a clean bed," he said with a bit of his bottom lip. "Feel better?"

You nodded softly, standing before the edge of the bed. Wade turned his free hand upwards to edge his finger at you, a 'come hither' motion that you could feel in your core.

"Wanna go again?" he asked, his voice a distinct pinch of grit and almost exhaustion.

You cooed at his question, your body ready to cave into his and feel his skin all over yours. You furrowed your brows slightly, tilting your head as you crawled over him.

"Are you tired?" You whispered, pressing your lips to the center of his chest, then another time at the base of his neck.

"N-no, no, I can go again," Wade responded, shaking his head slightly. He flopped onto his back and tilted his chin at you. "Can you?"

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. "As long as you can."

Wade grinned then, his perfect white teeth gleaming. "Like I'd rather sleep."

You hummed, leaning down to kiss him as you hitched your leg over his waist. "I could go all night then."

A deep grumble emanated from Wade's chest into yours, both of his hands resting at the backs of your thighs. He eased you back an inch, allowed your wet pussy to graze the heat of his cock. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, arching your hips to get even closer to it, to him.

"Not yet," he whispered, shifting you away from him with a soft wince. "I got a better seat for you." Wade urged softly.

You furrowed your brows, sitting just above Wade's cock.

He smirked and tapped your thighs, instructing you silently to move further up his body. When you shifted a bit further up Wade's chest but stopped, he chuckled.

"Kitten," he purred out, resting two fingers to his chin. "Right here."

Your eyes widened at him. "No, no Wade I can't."

You tried to squirm away the thought, your pussy still betraying your mind.

Wade groaned, his free hand sliding to the front of your hip as his thumb pet at your slit. "You're thinking about it."

You folded your hands up to your chest, holding your palms over your breasts. "I-I can't. I don't want to crush you."

Wade leveled his brows, his smile genuine. "What a hell of way to go if you did. I can see the obit now. 'Wade Wilson ate pussy so hard that his girlfriend crushed his head. His and said girlfriend's orgasms were quoted as: 'awesome', before Wilson died from significant thigh squeezing.'"

You scoffed at his response, reaching to swat his chest. "Now I definitely won't do it, I don't want to be the one to kill you."

Wade hid a deep roll of his eyes, tilting his chin up to elongate his neck with a groan. "Would you please come sit on my face for a minute? If you hate it, I'll eat you out the old fashioned way."

You cut your eyes to the ceiling, dropping your hands to brace his chest. "One minute, okay? I don't want to suffocate you."

Wade was absolutely giddy at your agreement, waiting as you crawled on your knees up to his neck before a shaky breath escaped your mouth. You raised up on your knees, watching Wade level his chin before you rolled your hips forward and grazed your lips to Wade's.

"F-fuck," you whimpered, edging your knees to either side of Wade's head, brushing his ears to your inside thighs. "One minute."

Wade grinned, the bottom of his face disappearing under your hips. "Just let me mouth fuck you."

His hands curled around the back of your thighs, holding you down to his face. Wade opened his mouth and instantly probed his tongue into you, his nose nudging against your twitching clit.

"Yes," you whimpered, instantly folding at the warmth that radiated through you from Wade's hot mouth.

Your hand went for the top of Wade's head, trying to force his wet, morphous tongue further into you as your thighs twitched around him. You tightened your muscles, thinking hard to not meltdown over Wade's neck.

Not to mention he called you his girlfriend. You rutted softly against his open mouth, feeling his lips kiss back at your pussy while his tongue curled in a steady motion inside of you.

"You," you began, looking down to Wade and immediately meeting his gaze. His molten glare shot through your back and you trembled over him. What you wouldn't give to let him have his last desserts, just to show what he was doing to you. "You called me your girlfriend."

Wade cocked a brow at you, rubbing his nose to your clit while he nosily slurped at your juices. Your hand on his head twitched, nudging his face a bit further into you.

You threw your head back with a loud whimper, no longer holding back your noises for Wade's sake.

"Am I...?" you began to ask, only for Wade's fingers to slip into your pussy just alongside his tongue.

You began to see stars, your eyes crossing at the feeling instilled in you from Wade. 'Boyfriend' was moving a bit fast, but this man was definitely on his way to seeing what you thought of him every day you could.

"I'll be yours," you whined, cried to the ceiling as loud as your body would let you. The fluttery feeling along your back soared up and caught you with all the heat just below you. "If you'll be mine."

At that utterance, you rocked your hips once and sealed your fate. Your hands braced your thighs, trying your hardest to stay upright though your strength was fleeting.

You tried to back off of Wade's face but found yourself locked in by Wade's arms around your legs; your thighs twitched, your body convulsing softly at the heat continuing to lash through your orgasm.

It was almost torturous, trying to pry Wade's face from your pussy before your stomach tightened and you contracted just along his chin, effectively drowning him in your wet.

Your vision suddenly went dizzy, still being catered to by Wade's hot, even wetter mouth now. You were ready to tap out, your pussy no longer soft and hot but now throbbing and aching.

"Wade," you mewed, finally gaining an inch to pry yourself off of Wade with your remaining knee strength.

Wade popped his two fingers into his mouth, sucking the essence of you as you unhitched your leg from his head. "Like I said, hell of a way to go."

He sat up on his elbow again as you sat just against his waist. You were convulsing now, leaning into Wade's chest and resting your forehead to his shoulder. The wisps of euphoria in your body made you twitch, curling into the man's beautiful burned chest.

Wade ran his hand down your back, admiring the curve of your spine before wiping his mouth of your juices then licking his palm clean.

"That was..." you tried to say.

"Too hot, even for you?" Wade asked, attempting to finish your statement.

His damp palm reached out and gripped his cock, stroked it slowly. "I was about to cum all over your back if you kept squirming."

You exhaled deeply, your hips instinctively angling to wriggle against Wade's stroking hand. "You should've."

Wade hummed, leaning into your ear to whisper. "I'm saving it for when I'm balls deep in you."

You groaned at the thought, raising your head up to meet his lips. "That was good. I'd love to cum on this face for the next year."

He offered a peck to your lips, his swollen and wet. You could taste yourself from his kiss, intoxicated on sharing spit the same.

His free hand combed through your hair, shifting you to your side before pulling away. "I'd like that a lot."

Wade shifted next to you, his arms curling around your waist with appreciative touches. "Do you want to keep going?"

Your eyes fluttered at his question, loving every time Wade asked. His tone was almost eager but muted, ready to go along with every word you offered him. Slowly, you tempted your knee to Wade's hip, spreading your legs just above his at-attention cock.

"Please," you begged softly, dropping an arm back to the bed and stretching your body out before him.

Wade's brows furrowed softly, dipping his mouth to your chest and taking your nipple between his lips. You flinched at his warmth, your hand returning to the back of Wade's head to hold him close to you.

You whimpered, edging your knee up further.

Wade's tip grazed against your pussy, causing it to flex in response. You angled your hips closer to him, slowly spearing yourself onto his cock.

Your other hand reached out for his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. Wade released your nipple and worked on the other one, taking your breast in his hand to massage it circles as he sank into you.

You angled your hips up to accomodate more of him, releasing a long drawn moan to the entire apartment. Wade chuckled, pulling away from your breast with your nipple tenderly bit between his lips.

When he parted from it, a line of spit twinkled from his bottom lip to your nipple. He leaned into your neck, opening his mouth to lick a thick stripe at the meet of your clavicle.

"Oh kitten, my neighbors are gonna love you," he teased, his hands taking grip of your hips. "I want you to be so fucking loud."

You felt a streak of blush on your cheeks as sweat beaded on your forehead; your arms crossed under Wade's shoulders, trying to hold his hot body close to yours.

You only nodded to his sentiment as he held your hips steady as he pulled out slowly then reversed back. You licked your lips and turned your head in Wade's direction.

Wade lifted his head as he shifted his knees to the bed, driving your hips closer to him until he was fully inside. He rolled his eyes at driving into you, tilting his head back with a low moan.

"Damn, this pussy is insane," Wade groaned, sliding his hands down your thighs to pull up to his waist.

You dropped your hands over your head, watching Wade start a pace as he folded your legs along his sides. Then he leaned back over you and you lost a sliver of your sanity.

"Shit," you whispered, feeling Wade sink deeper into you while the backs of your thighs burned as they were pressed to your chest.

"That feel good?" Wade asked, his hands planted on either side of your head.

You lost your breath, driven to a pant as your hands reached to cradle Wade's face. You stared deeply into his eyes, pulling him closer with your lips parted to breathe against his mouth.

You tried to speak but were silenced by Wade's steady pace, his hips rolling and slapping against you while his cock roused your g-spot.

All you could do was nod along with his strokes, your eyes crossing while you got lost in his fluid movements and accuracy to pleasure.

"Baby," you whispered before Wade's lips, "So good. Go slower."

"I'm going..." Wade breathed down your neck, spotting kisses along your shoulders and between your breasts. "to savor you."

Wade caught your lips in a kiss, molding his tongue along yours while he rocked slowly. A heat built up between your stomachs, your eyes rolling at the tender upscale slope that came with each long stroke.

Your hands curled around his shoulders, edging your knees tighter to your body to allow him further until he was tapping right where he needed to.

"Wade," you moaned, pulling away from his mouth with a soft smack.

Your hands pressed tight between his shoulders, arching your back and rolling your hips to meet his thrusts before you cascaded over.

You reached out to the small of his back, silently willing his hips to stop as your pussy throbbed on his cock and you came with a loud string of moans.

Wade groaned just before you, his eyes trained on your face scrunched in pleasure as he shortened his thrusts to find his own peak.

"I know you got something for me, waterworks," Wade teased softly, ignoring your hand placed just along his back to resume his pace.

You coiled on him, your knees twitching and losing their position close to your chest; he faltered slightly at your still-pulsing pussy and froze, letting it drive him to his orgasm.

"Shit," he began with a low gasp of air. "I almost had you too."

You hid a roll of your eyes, letting your legs fall to the mattress as Wade rested his weight on top of you. "I almost let you, too."

He chuckled lowly, raising his body up on his elbow to peer down at you. "You don't know how badly I want to make you do that...every single time."

Your heart skipped at that, sitting up after Wade. "Please don't, my pussy can't take that."

"Aww," Wade began, kissing at your cheek. He gently pulled out, slipping down your body to between your propped up legs. "Let me apologize?"

You wriggled away from Wade, trying to clench the cum seeping out of you from ruining more of the bed. "Not this time."

Wade smacked his teeth in mocking disappointment. "Damn, maybe later."

You hummed in response, looking around the apartment before finding the same towel from the previous session. You reached for it on the floor, pulling it up and sliding your ass over it.

Wade sat back from you, eyes trained between your legs as it slid down between your lips and met with the towel. He hid a gulp, taking grip of his cock and folding it to his thigh.

"Fuck, that's hot." Wade whispered, hissing at the sight before prying himself from staring and shifting off of the bed.

You watched as he crossed the room to the kitchen, opening the fridge for two more beers then popping two egg rolls into his mouth on his way back to the bed.

"Power snack," he muttered, pulling one egg roll from his mouth and offering it to you.

"How chivalrous," you smiled, taking the egg roll then the beer he offered just the same.

"Gotta keep that energy up," Wade said, chewing through his egg roll before pressing his greasy lips to your temple. "We got all night to get through."

[plutoslittlerkive]

Telepathy

Leo/Loke x fem! Reader Smut

Authors Note: Heyyy guys, so like I’m kinda back, I’m really just taking a break from my Tiktok:Princessofmagix (shameless lol) but I find tumblr more comforting rn so I’m here YAY but yeah, here’s a Leo fic because I’m tired of y’all acting like he’s not BAD, he’s so fine like that’s my baby and y’all are sleep👁️👁️ but whatever, more for me ig😴 But anyways here something a lil short, a lil sweet!

Warnings!: Somnophilia, slight manhandling, and the reader cries…(idk Leo’s just HIM fr) but I think that’s it?

(Also mini text is speech through telepathy!)

Enjoy<3

I personally like to believe that my Leo is a sweetheart, he’s so eager to please, haven’t you heard that lions are loyal?

Especially if you allow yourself to be comfortable around him? He’s so grateful, he’d do whatever you ask. Anything to make you happy!

Like he’s such a sweetie and he always wants to know that he’s being good for you PLEASE praise him, he’s a sucker for words of affirmation…aside from physical touch. He can’t stand to be away from you and he definitely has some attachment issues.

If he could he’d be glued to your side! He’d give anything to be able to touch you. Mans will real deal get down on his knees, like his pride and ego are big but his love and desire for you are BIGGER! Like you could wake up to him between your thighs, he has absolutely no shame, you were his craving, and how else could he ease you after a stressful day?

It’s no wonder, the overstimulation damn near suffocated you in your sleep as if you’d been succumbed to paralysis. But what kind of nightmare would turn hell into heaven? You surely felt the heat, it was a warmth that enveloped every fiber of your being but you couldn’t keep up.

He looked up at you satisfied, he loved seeing you like this. Sure you were his master and you held his leash but to see you in such a vulnerable state, how could that ever be the case? He smirked as your thighs trembled around his face, clenching the sheets to try and brace yourself.

It was just too much, but prey never took the lead, and as your eyes finally opened allowing him to see their glossiness, he immediately gripped your hips and buried his face deeper, he had the power now.

“Feels good beautiful?” He asked through telepathy, a new power you incorporated with your spirits to aid in future battles.

Though now you kinda regretted teaching him at all, he just couldn’t behave.

But you wouldn’t play his game, you were exhausted and the pleasure only made you feel dizzy, so you spoke aloud.

“L-leo…wait…p-please~!“ He eased his fingers inside and curled them up, running his tongue soothingly along your clit.

“Wait why?” He questioned innocently in your head. People love to say cats are spoiled and Leo was no exception, he was such a tease and so brutal in these moments where your body craved any kind of release. Your back arched as you took a deep breath.

“Lion I can’t even breathe, please give me a break…” you stressed as you stared down at him pleadingly, lord only knows how long this has been going on.

“How, when I’m being so gentle with you?” Immediately he pulled you back to him when you tried to escape his grasp.

Curling his fingers deeper, he gently pressed down over your abdomen to feel every thrust. You couldn’t stop your thighs from shaking, he knew how torturous this probably was for you but he also knew he wasn’t going to stop, not until he felt like you were satisfied, he just wanted to please you, if you allowed it.

And allow it you did, because realistically you could’ve easily just closed his gate if you wanted him to stop but, of course your body betrayed any sane thoughts you had. It was especially different now because you were in fact EXHAUSTED but it was so hard to say no to him when he only did this because this was his way of taking care of you.

“I can feel you getting tighter babe” You’d be more thankful if he weren’t so sly, he was mocking you, and chuckled hearing your cries slowly excel, until suddenly you started to hold your breath.

“That’s it beautiful…” He spoke to you softly knowing you were about to cum.

The arousal dripped down your thighs as he sucked harshly along your clit and continued to curl his fingers up to meet his other fingers that rested gently on top of your belly.

You squeezed your eyes shut allowing the tears to fall, he played with your body for so long that all over felt tense, you couldn’t find it in yourself to open your mouth, too afraid of the struggled cries that would slip if you did. He further guided you until your mind settled, but you panicked as he proceeded to run his tongue over you.

“Relax Princess I’m almost done.” He cooed as he looked up to you, but you whined at his touch as you realized your body really couldn’t handle anymore, but soon enough he pulled away from you slightly and gently kissed along your thighs lovingly.

As you caught your breath he reached up and stole it back with a kiss, then brought one up to your forehead.

He smiled sweetly and pulled you close to him, kissing all over you, you wanted to thank him but your eyes fell heavy, so you finally spoke to his mind.

“I love you lion, thank you…” it didn’t take much time for you to drift back to sleep.

“I love you more beautiful…sweet dreams”

THE END!

(Thank you for reading! You wanna like and reblog so bad👁️👁️ *Holds up a hypnosis screen*)

Also request something I miss Fairytail sm :(

[eyesxxyou]

I saw one fic abt sucking hobies dick while he’s smoking a joint, and just imagine fucking him while high?? ughhhhh I’m melting rn 🙏

*ೃ˚ :💿 high sex with hobie

❝ warnings ❞ back shots, smoking while fucking, weed for all the sticklers, reader fucks themselves on him, save a horse, ride a cowboy, blowing smoke in reader's mouth, playing of Me and Your Mama' by Childish Gambino

Fucking Hobie while you're both high is a fucking mind blowing experience. It's slow and passionate but also so filthy. It's probably someone other than your bedroom, most likely the living room (whatever the equivalent of that on his canal boat is) because you two can't keep your hands off of each other long enough to get somewhere better suited for your activities.

Hobie would keep the joint between his lips, have you with your knees in the cushions and your arms against the back of the couch while he stands behind you. He has the ashtray on the curve of your back, tapping off the excess ashes while he fucks you from behind in slow, lazy strokes.

Occasionally he'll take it from his lips, hold it between his long, slender fingers, and exhale deeply as he grabs ahold of your hips and fucks you a little harder, dragging something of a needy cry from you, your back arching a little more. Your mind is all fuzzy, hazy. Your body is more relaxed, more willing to take him as he slides in and out of your creamy, messy hole.

But he won't do all the work, he'll stop, slap your ass, and tell you, "go 'head 'n take i', luv. Take wha's yours." Hobie would watch you fuck yourself on his dick, humming in approval as your walls stretch around him and tremble. "Look back, look a' yaself." He'd say and make you look back, watch yourself take the length and girth of his cock while the ashtray wobbles unevenly on your ass.

"Don' le' I' fall now. Don' wanna make a mess do ya?" He'd ask and tap off some more ashes, watching the way your bite your bottom lip and ease yourself down to sink all the way down the the hilt and take all of him.

If you're riding him, he'll blow smoke into your mouth and pass the joint between the two of you. Your eyes all red, staring into each other's. His large hands control the way your hips move, creamy wetness coating his cock in an white ring at the back of his length. Hobie's breathy moans marked by smoke that slides across your breasts. "Jus' like tha', my pretty baby."

Orgasms while high is like having an out of body experience. It shakes your entire frame, makes you feel like you entire world is falling apart and then piecing itself back together. Your nails dig into each other's skin, your moans are deep and rattle-y. He'll buck his hips into you because he simply can't help it, all those muscles spasming.

Oh and 'Me and Your Mama' by Childish Gambino is definitely playing lowly in the background, no doubt about it.

[spiriteddreams]

fall / in love

Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with a happy ending Word Count: ~1.3k A/N: writer's block is hitting hard rn so here are some feelings with our fav grumpy grand scribe

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” The last person you want to see stands in front of you. You can feel your desk digging into you from behind as you’re cornered in the quiet walls of your office with nowhere to run. Petty excuses are futile in the presence of Al-Haitham, and his looming shadow makes you feel impossibly small.  

You cannot fall in love with him, you’ve told yourself this over and over again. They are bitter words to swallow down, stuck in the back of your throat as you force a practiced smile to hide every confession that threatens to tear through. There are certain things that cannot be said because they will tear down the walls you’ve so carefully constructed, and you know better than anyone how terrible he is at lending a hand when it comes to emotions. Al-Haitham is a man of titles: the Grand Scribe of the Akademiya, the current Acting Grand Master, a saviour to Sumeru (whether he acknowledges it or not), and a good friend. So you cannot fall in love with him because that will threaten everything you have built thus far.

And yet you free-fall, stumbling into these emotions you struggle to push away. You remind yourself to re-read the label that describes your relationship: childhood friends. Keep it that way, you say to yourself. Don’t fall in love, don’t fall for silly words and actions that have no deeper meaning. Falling in love is dangerous, and falling in love with Al-Haitham is possibly the most dangerous of all. You know this and yet you cannot bring yourself to draw the line. He pushes his way into his life without care, his body fitting the indent on your couch from sleepless nights of research and escaping from Kaveh’s hammering in the middle of the night.

Don’t fall in love. Instead, push him away, pull yourself out, place every obstacle you can on this chess-game like friendship that’s cornering you. So how is it that he’s cornered you now, arms crossed over his chest as he stares you down.

“I’ve been busy.” You sigh with a shake of your head. It’s not a lie, you have been rather busy with the sudden influx of paperwork and rebuilding that comes with the rebuilding of the Akademiya. But you’ve still made an effort to steer clear of Al-Haitham when you could. It was changing your daily routes, choosing to take longer walks around the Akademiya to get to your office in the morning, and instead taking up Kaveh’s offers to get lunch at the cafe across the city rather than the one just outside the Akademiya. 

Al-Haitham rolls his eyes ,”Do you think I’m that stupid? You’ve been actively avoiding me. This is the first time I’ve seen you in almost two weeks. So why?” You hear the slight waver in his voice as his words end. There’s a flicker of worry in his eyes that lasts for just one second, but it’s that one second that punches through your pride. It’s too late to back out now.

“Because— I don’t understand you! You buy me my favourite pastries and then tell me it’s because you wanted one too but I know you hate how sweet these are! You ask for book recommendations but I know you hate the books I read because you have this odd enjoyment of reading physics books! You seek out my company and claim it’s only because you have nothing better to do! And I don’t understand what you want from me!” He remains quiet at your words and you shake your head slightly. Of course he doesn’t say anything. When you finally put him in check, he doesn’t know what to say. His pawns are gone, chess pieces not set up for your play, so he stays quiet. 

“I don’t like feeling whatever this feeling is.” Your hands tremble as you bring them to your chest. The words bubble up from your chest and there’s no stopping them now. Not after you’ve pushed them down for so long and watched from a distance, because this distance is what has kept you going for so long. 

“I see you and— and suddenly I have this stupid smile on my face and my heart beats faster and you don’t even know!” You cry out, “You don’t care that time and time again I have to turn away just because I get so worried that you’ll see me and know.!” He stares at you blankly and you hate it. You hate that you can’t read any emotions in those pretty eyes of his. You hate that his mouth hasn’t moved, not a twitch or a smirk, or a smile, or anything. You hate that his hands reach up to grasp yours, the surprisingly soft texture of his gloves stark against your clammy palms.

He opens his mouth and you brace for the worse, only for him to say softly, “Breathe, please.” A shaky breath rattles your lungs as you stare at him, mouth parted in a mix of surprise at the sudden contact and how damn close he is. There’s a mix of something in those pretty eyes of his as he ducks down to look at you from behind his grey swept hair. A smile, a rare, genuine one tugs on his lips and you can only stare. You’ve laid out your emotions bare for him to see, put him in check position and can only wait for him to make his next move.

And what you hate the most about Al-Haitham is his infuriating ability to take his time, even in the most stressful of situations. You’re acutely aware of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest and his as you stand in silence. Your hands, no doubt sweaty, still shake even in his gentle grasp and you  know that he can see the way your eyes dart around nervously, refusing to hold eye contact with him.

“After knowing me for so long, I thought that you might be able to read me just as well.” Forget how nervous you feel at the moment. You want to strangle him for his cryptic words. He’s always been good at this, dangling the truth in front of everyone’s eyes under the disguise of honey coated words and half-truths. Perhaps, at another time, you would indulge in riddled words and bite back with some of your own, but now they only irritate you. And Al-Haitham knows it. Just the thought of it brings a teasing grin to his face, one you recognize immediately.

“Don’t you think it’s rather foolish of you to avoid me like this?” Al-Haitham hums and steps back to give you some space. He doesn’t let go of your hands. “After all this time, you’d think that maybe you might realize that I care for you just as much, if not more, as you do for me.” You let the words sink in, bask in their warmth before scowling at him. Tugging your hands from his grasp you push at him gently, ignoring the feeling of his chest against your fingers as you look away.

“Just say you like me too.” You grumble. Al-Haitham’s fingers come to drag along your skin, teasing yet comforting as he laughs, “What a childish way of putting it.” You roll your eyes but stay in your spot, relishing in the turn of events. Quick as it may have been, and far too unexpected for your liking, you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something Al-Haitham would do.

He hums, catching your attention once more. “So, are you done avoiding me?”

“Keep up this attitude and I won’t be.” Al-Haitham grins and you can’t help but match his expression. But nothing prepares you for the brief kiss that his planted on your forehead, a promise sealed without words, an act of comfort and honesty. And in the confines of these four walls, you let yourself fall in love again. 

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

Aight I neeeeed more size kink stuff with ghost, I don’t have a specific idea in mind I’m just pathetic

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader words: 751 warnings: SMUT [thigh riding, size difference/kink, simon gives off some dom vibes here]

a/n: ain't gonna lie to y'all, i listened to some audio this morning and dude was talking about thigh riding, so that's the only thing on my mind rn. enjoy

[masterlist]

Simon cages you in with his arms, and you blink up at him, breathing heavily. A sly little smirk appears on your face, but he pretends not to see it.

Or, instead, he ignores it to focus on something else.

There has always been something inside of him that reacts when he notices just how small you are to him, mostly in height. He towers over you easily, even more so when you kneel for him.

He thinks he might break you one day, but you’ve proven yourself tougher than some may think. You can handle him. And even when you can’t, you never want him to stop.

“What’s so funny, little girl?” he finally asks, and bite your lip. Without a word, you reach up and put your hands on his forearms. You don’t even try to wrap your hands around them because he knows you can’t, but just seeing how small your hands are compared to his forearms has him taking a deep breath beneath his balaclava.

“Nothing,” you tell him innocently.

“Hm,” he grunts, moving one hand and bringing it to your cheek. He could cover your entire face with one hand and your neck, well, his hand fit as well as any necklace.

He drags his thumb along your lips before pushing it into your mouth. You take it eagerly, biting down gently.

“You like when I make you feel small, love?” he asks, slowly pumping his thumb in and out of your mouth. “Nah…” He pulls his thumb out in favor of slipping two of his fingers in your mouth.

You make a small sound, and he chuckles.

“Too much?” he asks. He slowly slides his thigh between your legs.

“Mm mm,” you mumbled around his fingers, shaking your head.

“Nothing’s too much for my girl, is it?” He presses his thigh up against your crotch. He takes his fingers from your mouth and then uses his hands to pin your hands against the wall as he rubs his thigh against you even harder.

“Look at that. Look how I can use just one of my hands to pin your wrists.” He moves one hand away to show you. “God…the size of you…,” he groans.

“Simon,” you whimper.

“Go on…” He has you on your tiptoes from pressing his thigh between your legs. “Use me. No hands, though.” He glances up at your wrists stuck under his hand.

You grind your pussy against his thick thigh and close your eyes. Simon uses his free hand to grab your face, and you open your eyes.

“Eyes stay on me, love.” He presses his forehead to yours, eyes boring into yours.

“K-Kiss me,” you whine. He moves in, but only the material of his balaclava touches your lips. You can almost make out the shape of his lips through the fabric, so you kiss back reluctantly.

“I’ll give you a proper one once you finish,” he says before looking down at you struggling to move along his thigh. He lets go of your wrists, and your arms fall limply to your sides.

Suddenly, he grabs your hips and, with an almost painful grip, begins to slide you back and forth on his thigh.

“I can move you however I want, can’t I?”

You nod, pouting slightly as the pleasure overwhelms you.

“Aw, is someone not getting her way?” he teases, sliding you back and forth faster. Your toes are barely touching the floor now. Your body starts to tense as you feel the orgasm washing over you. You grab his arms to keep yourself steady, which only eggs him on. Your small fingers dig into the skin of his arms as you cry out for him, your thighs trembling against his.

You rest your head against his chest weakly. The only thing keeping you upright is his thigh and his hands at your hips.

“Good girl,” he says sweetly. He finally pulls the balaclava up and off and kisses you.

“That…was so…unfair,” you say between kisses and catching your breath.

“How do you think it feels when you tease me, hm?” He smiles against your lips when you roll your eyes. As a warning, he presses his thigh between your legs.

You hiss. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! Fuck!”

“Down you get.” He pats your ass as he stands up straight and lets your feet touch the floor again. “Can you stand?” he teases.

“Fuck you, Simon.”

“I was hoping that would happen next,” he says, and you both chuckle.