#oh I forgot his lashes…AH

[baeglbites]

RAHHHH procrastinating time

Mashup of curse/angel/deity!Gojo

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Thank you for tagging me @elliecreed!

I once again took way too long doing this cause i was thinking TOO much! And somehow, I thought this would be easier than the movie tag? Ha! No! Worse! Lmao...and then I had to redo it cause I had Jack Black yelling in my head over forgetting Led Zeppelin 🤣

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[katszumi]

“have you seen the abs on that man?” hagakure sat across of you. “sexy on a stick, i swear!” she giggles. she was going on and on about the guy that starred in the superman movie you girls put on last night. henry cavill was his name.

mina agrees with her statement with a nod. “he’s the hottest white man i’ve ever seen before.”

“sure, he was hot, but are we forgetting the misogynist comments he’s made? sexy is one thing, but being controversial is a whole ‘nother thing.” uraraka inserted her input.

“oh, please. i’d cook and clean for him anyday he asks.” mina retorted. both uraraka and yaoyorozu shake their head in shame.

“speaking of controversial.” uraraka murmurs under her breath, you peer over your shoulder, wondering the intent of her statement.

you notice bakugou making his way over to your desk, his eyes planted on you and you only. you shift uncomfortably. why the hell would he be coming to you? did you do something?

once he makes his way to your desk, you look up at him with a half smile.

“hey, bakugou. what’s up?”

his eyes analyze the other girls before looking back down on you.

“my pencil?”

you flutter your lashes at him. “pencil..?” you repeated in a trance of confusion.

he groans. “the fuckin’ pencil i gave you last week. i need it back.”

now it all clicks. you nod, laughing nervously because of your stupidity. you reach in your backpack and grab the black mechanical pencil that you forgot to lend back to bakugou.

your arm extends to the male in front of you, waiting for him to snatch it back.

“sorry.”

he gently grasped onto the pencil, his hand brushing against your fingers for a small moment.

“it’s whatever. just rather not be the one to find you after i lent you something.” he shoved the pencil in his pants pockets, leaving his hands in there. “that’s one of the last pencils i have.”

you shoot your eyebrows up in defense, quickly lowering them after. your eyes falling down to your desk for comfort.

“well, hope you take care of that one.” it was a half-joke. a lame one, might you add. you were just unsure on what to say. especially since it seemed like bakugou was lingering around your desk. as if he didn’t want to return to his seat just yet.

“so, what’d you score on your test?”

“ah…it wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t horrible.”

“well?” was he really desperate to know that bad? you knew bakugou was smart, so he probably only wanted to know so it could boost his ego.

you rubbed your arm out of shame. “a seventy-nine.” you stared at his face to recognize any humility or laughter, but there was none.

he shrugged. “should’ve asked for my help if you needed it.”

right. you almost forgot that bakugou offered to help you study and go over notes with him for the next test. it was such an out-of-bakugou thing to do that you nearly didn’t take him serious.

you nodded slowly, processing his information.

“i was planning on making it up, so maybe for that.”

“fine.” his short one-worded response was dull. but what else did you really expect? “next time, don’t steal my pencil.” was his last comment before leaving your presence.

you sat in your thoughts, reeling the conversation back in your mind. what the hell just happened? it was the most simple yet confusing conversation you’ve ever had. was bakugou joking with you or was he seriously irritated with the pencil situation?

regardless, you made a mental note that bakugou was very protective over his mechanical pencils.

once bakugou returned to his seat, he unzipped his backpack, secretly opening his pencil box. within the box were a collection of pencils. there were so many pencils that he could give one to all of class 1a and 1b and still have few left.

aside sat denki who was clearly peeking inside of bakugou’s bag.

“damn, bakubro. you saving up pencils for a potential pencil outage or something?” it’s denki. of course, he never used his inside voice.

“i will literally blow you out this fuckin’ window and across the lot.” bakugou turns his head immediately, a faint pink blush spreading across the apples of his cheek.

bakugou just didn’t want you to know that the pencil was obviously an excuse to talk to you.

pt 2 of the study sesh

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you've always had a soft spot for mr herrera. boy-genius and all. but there is something about the way he looks at you. speaks to you. one day - when he corrects you rather smugly during a lecture. you cannot help but decide to remind him who's the one with the phd. 

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he’s your favourite student. but oh do you hate him. those pretty doll eyes that greet you in combination with a bright smile whenever he enters your class. earlier than anyone else, as always. the way you have to look for mistakes in his exam papers. yet most importantly - that innocent way he has at correcting you in the middle of a lecture.

you would call yourself a modest man. one who can accept criticism. but it was different when it came from him. mister herrera. the pretty, preppy nerd of uni who just had so many different ways of making your heart stutter. the brat.

“Oh, I meant no disrespect, professor.”

Those thick lashes batting will be the death of you. Combined with those glossy lips you yearn to drown in?

He’ll make you lose your job. Surely.

“Really?” Is all you can muster, leaned against the edge of your desk. Anything to sate the burning desire in your palms to wrap around his throat.

“You know me, Sir. I am the most earnest.”

Earnest indeed. Earnest in how he presses up against you. Earnest in the way his hands slide onto the desk on either side of you. In the way his head tilts up so that his curls fall from around his face and he smiles oh. So. Sweetly.

“Forgot my assignment sheet.”

His murmur is all you can imagine the sweetness of his lips before he’s off again. How unprofessional.

Like the throbbing bulge in your trousers.

“Such a pretty boy,” you tut over him. One hand yanking on his curls while the other pistons behind him. Fingers curling into spots that nurse out whimpering moans and bucks of his hips against your desk. He’s spilling all over your test papers.

you tried with all your might. but it wouldn’t take long before you have him bent over your desk in the week to come. finally feeling the soft flesh of his thighs under his skirt. finally seeing the way his maroon eyes roll back as you finger his tight little hole.

“How can you be this tight? No one treating this darling hole right?”

“P-Prof - ah - Sir-!”

you quickly found out that he loves to fuck his hips back into you. especially when you got him full of your cock. the noises he lets out. what a dedicated student he is indeed. bouncing his pretty ass back onto you.

“Can you give me the answer now, boy? Hmm? Correct me now?”

well, until you’re shoving his head into the desk. holding him down and pounding his poor thighs into your desk. murmuring rough little degradations to his ear. making him cream all over the wood.

Your cock snaps into that one spot. Rough hands pulling his soft hips back. The wet plapping of his skin fills the classroom. If it weren’t for your hand wrapped firmly around the underside of his jaw - his moans would surely spill all the way down the hallway.

“A-Angh! Ah! Hng- S-Sir - siiirr - ‘m s- so - sor- fuck -!”

You palm along his dick. Stroking it into another squirt as you sneer into his reddened ear.

“Asked you a fucking question, pretty. Where’s that smart mouth of yours?”

through further escapades, you learnt that the most satisfying thing of stuffing him full is when you have fucked him dumb. with eyes rolled back and lips parted. unable to murmur out a single thing other than spluttered drool and a whining - “p-pro-prof-s-s-si-ah!”

another thing he is so earnest at? sucking your cock. you’ve had him under your desk more times than you can count. his glossy red lips wrapped so skillfully. eyes full of tears as your flex fingers into his curls and force his head down further. choke him all the way to your balls. until he’s whimpering. crying.

you always make it up to him by letting him bounce on your dick after. leaned back into your chair as he grips onto your shoulders and shows you that he’s more than just a pretty nerd. he always takes it so well.

amongst various other acts that are sure to get you fired once someone finds out - you must say that your favourite is when he calls you in the middle of the night. grinding into his pillow and pleading that you come up to his dorm and fuck his ass full.

“H-Hngh - an- p-please sir - fuck-!”

of course you do. you’re a good professor - after all.

Your hips drive his into the sheets. Pressing him down in his favourite position: prone bone. It gives you the perfect opportunity to bruise his soft skin with your merciless thrusts.

Rishen’s face presses into the pillows. Hands tightening around the softness as the headboard slams against the wall. His moans pouring through dorm room.

“Can’t even wait for after class tomorrow,” you grunt into his ear. “Jus’ need a cock filling you constantly huh pretty boy? Yeah? Yeaah,”

You rise up if only to crush him with your hips. Slamming into his quivering form with purpose. Stress from endless marked exams taken out on his supple flesh.

“Constantly need your physics professor’s cock pounding at your pretty boypussy huh? Fuck.”

He’s so small beneath you. So full of your cum. So fucked out.

You can’t help but grip his hair. Steer his crying face more into the pillows and plough him sore. Anything to see the way he’ll prance on into class with scarlet heels and a bit of a limp.

“S-Siiir - si -hiir - I-I - I can’ttt - dios-”

His whimpers are sinful. All of this is.

But you will risk you job for it any day. Any day if it meant having the little bratty nerd under you and hiccupping your name.

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[ayyy-pee]

Center Stage

suguru whimpers as he pounds into you, folds your legs until there’s a knee on each side of your head. you're so good he has to bite back a gasp when your walls squeeze down on him, gripping his cock so fucking hard he sees stars. his eyes roll back when he reaches a hand down to your clit, swollen and sensitive and he feels the sudden gush of your arousal drip down between your bodies. suguru loves how your tight little cunt always takes him so well, how it makes room for him and holds him like it never wants to let go.

every thrust, every roll of his hips, every slap of your skin meeting has suguru leaning down to groan into the crook of your neck. he doesn’t let up, pounding into you like a man possessed. and he is. your pussy makes him insane, makes him want to scream, makes him want to fucking cry.

it feels like heaven in your walls.

suguru loves to look between you, where your bodies connect and see the creamy mess you’ve made on him. fuck he loves how your pussy always makes a mess. it’s one of his favorite things about you.

that and the way your lips part when he pistons his hips a certain way, touches that sweet spot you love. how your head falls back and your back arches when he wraps his thick fingers around your neck, makes you hold his weight as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. the way your little moans fall from that pretty mouth he loves to bury his cock in. he loves all of that.

he loves the way your hands find his hair and you pull. not gentle at all, just the way he likes. you’re as a desperate and fucking needy as he is.

“come on baby. tell me how much you love my cock.” he pleads. he knows you love it. you've told him plenty of times. but suguru also loves to get his ego stroked.

“i love it, ah- fuck, fuck i love your cock!” you whimper beneath him like the good girl you always are. all he ever has to do is ask and you’ll deliver every time. so obedient. it’s why you’re his favorite.

suguru can feel your walls softly convulsing around him. you’re so close. but while your words were good, they’re weren’t good enough. so suguru slows his pace, staring down at you with half lidded eyes. he wants you to do it right.

“pretty girl forgot her manners,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i love your cock, what?”

he bottoms out with a particularly harsh thrust that has you crying out, your fingers tightening in his tresses and he chuckles, his dick twitching within the confines of your cunt.

“oh fuck! i love your cock master geto”

there it is.

you peer up through your lashes at the man above you and the smug smile on suguru’s lips sends you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm rushing over you, your body shivering as wave after wave hits you. and your sweet lips muttering his formal title, it has him burying his face in your neck again, whining as his hips stutter with every sloppy thrust until his balls tighten.

he grips your thigh hard, high pitched whimpers falling freely from his mouth as his cock stiffens and his hot, white seed fills your twitching pussy. the release has suguru shaking, struggling to hold his weight as your pussy milks him of every fucking drop.

you’re both panting, both catching your breath as suguru kisses you desperately, pressing kisses to your face, to your lips. and he’s still cumming

“m-master geto,” you mutter between kisses. he hasn’t pulled out of you, just keeps rolling his hips into your slowly, softly as he continues to litter your lips and face with kisses.

suguru hums in acknowledgment.

“you’ll be late to session tonight,” you warn him. “you know there will be big donors there. you don’t want to be late.”

ah yes, the work never stops for suguru. he would love to stay here, on the floor of his stage but it wouldn’t be a good look to have his donors and worshippers walk in on you both in the middle of such a salacious act.

and you, his most favorite follower. there's no way in hell allow anyone to leave the room alive if they saw you this way. no, you're meant to be seen by him this way and him alone. even with your current situation, he knows you are loyal to him. so with a hiss, suguru pulls out of you, smirking when he sees the way you pout at the loss of fullness.

cute.

“come and see me after session” he tells you with one last press of his lips to yours. he crawls off of you carefully and fixes his robe. you nod, watching as he exits the room.

he knows where to find you.

suguru always finds you the moment he enters the room, packed with worshippers ready to give themselves to him. and you’re among them, loyal as ever to him, even as you bow politely and pledge yourself to the organization alongside your husband.

[jenscx]

[01] tumblr girls — first and last

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

you squint your eyes at the excel sheet being flashed on screen. mo jihye? did your class even have someone called jihye? you sigh. the student was probably one of the kids at the back and would leave you to do all the work.

just your luck, that the project worth almost 30 percent of your final grade relied on some random person.

“i got jiwoo…” minji says.

hanni rolls her eyes, “that’s not bad. i got yeonjun. bro is gonna be so annoying.”

you turn to your two friends, confusion apparent on your face, “who the hell is mo jihye?”

minji and hanni both look at you with widened eyes, mouths agape.

“you don’t know jihye?” hanni asks, “she’s one of the most popular girls in school!”

“you saying that doesn’t help at all,” you murmur, heart racing at the thought of your high school’s most popular friend group. minji stares at you incredulously and you have the urge to slap your best friends.

“she’s australian and has a really nice voice,” hanni supplies unhelpfully. you furrow your brows, who else was australian other than danielle? maybe a new student.

sighing, you turn around to look at the screen again. the teacher now explaining the rubrics after the commotion about partners had died down. you frown, still thinking about jihye. somehow, you hadn’t heard of her and she was one of the most popular girls in school?

your eyes brighten when you realise that, one, jihye and danielle are probably in the same friend group, and two, becoming friends with jihye would basically mean becoming friends with danielle. you thought smugly to yourself.

(minji and hanni glance at you, concerned, when they hear you laugh quietly.)

“i encourage everyone to be in contact with their partners by the end of today. final assessment is due the last week of next month, please do take this project seriously as it is thirty percent of your grade,” mr lee says. your eyes dart around the class, danielle catching your onlooking gaze immediately. you feel your face flush and evert your eyes instantly.

you hear danielle’s god-gifted giggle and would have melted if not for the judging look from hanni. you try to sneak another glance at the girl, who crinkles her eyes when she smiles at you and you know it’s game over.

you were madly in love with a girl that probably didn’t even know your name. her brown gleaming eyes, angel-like smile, perfect wavy hair… you’re so screwed—

“y/n,” you snap out of your haze. “the bell just rung, class is over.” after blinking a few times, you realise that, one, minji and hanni had just ditched you, and two, danielle knows your name.

“ah… sorry,” you mumble a reply, embarrassed. danielle shakes her head and reaches out a hand to help you pack up. stunned, you glance at her and feel your cheeks heat up. wow… she has really long lashes…

“i saw you staring just now,” you freeze, “wanted to ask if you needed anything.”

she gazed at you expectantly.

“uhm…” you struggle to find a response, and was it always this hot in the classroom?

“sorry… i was just zoning out…”

danielle clicks her tongue and you feel guilty for making her impatient. she turns away, eyebrows furrowed.

“okay. i’ll see you later?”

“mhm.”

fuck, you were so lame.

“yeonjun keeps sending me hedgehog videos,” hanni complains, “who the hell keeps a hedgehog as a pet?” you pause momentarily, thinking, oh my god, i forgot about the project.

minji notices your stunned silence and nudges you with her elbow. “you good?”

“yup,” your voice cracks, “i don’t have jihye’s number.”

“oh, but didn’t you stay back in class—”

hanni gets interrupted when someone places a hand on your shoulder from behind. you slightly tense up and turn around slowly, eyes widening.

“hey…”

“hi y/n! i wanted to ask if you’re coming to the game later?” danielle smiles. you don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a sea of homework piling up on your desk.

“uh, sure.”

“great! i’ll text you?”

“yes…”

with that, danielle bounces off. when you turn back to your friends, minji looks constipated and hanni’s brows are forming a judgemental look.

“what…?”

your two friends turn to look at each other and both release a coordinated sigh.

“for someone that gets straight As, you’re surprisingly stupid.”

“hey— what!”

“how could you not have her number if she just said that she’ll text you?” minji asks, exasperated. you gape at her, momentarily paused in time while hanni rolls her eyes at your stupidity.

“wait, what?”

“you didn’t know danielle and jihye were the same person— oh my god, are you even breathing? holy shit, hanni, do something bro!”

“what the hell?”

you blink, hands pulling at the varsity jacket minji had lent you. danielle got your number from haerin, who got it from jiwon, who got it from hanni. she texted you after school, making sure that you were attending the game and asking you to wait for her after so that you could work on your project. this was not how you wanted to spend the rest of the day. the stands were filled with students who cheered the cheerleaders on. they were performing some sort of routine before the game started.

despite the impressive flips and stunts they did, you could only focus on the brunette who was beaming brightly while performing. you stare in awe as they lift her up to do an aerial move. right as she is lifted, danielle (or jihye?) raises her head, making eye contact with you. hesitantly, you wave.

“—holy shit, did danielle just fall?” gasps erupt from the crowd as the cheerleader basically crashes down, arms flailing as she falls. the whole team rushes to her aid, and your eyes widen at the stink look one of them gives you.

the stands are filled with murmurs, mostly of worry and confusion. you feel guilt wreck you, did you distract danielle from performing? if she was injured, you would never forgive yourself. resisting the urge to get up from your seat to go see her, you sit back down, leg bouncing nervously. minji and hanni are seated beside you, muttering and whispering.

“it’s our first time attending a game and something goes wrong. this is why we don’t hang out with the popular kids,” hanni groans. minji nods in agreement while all you can do is shift in your seat in anxiety.

after danielle is escorted from the field to a bench, the game begins. you’re not focused on the game at all, more worried about danielle and whether she was okay. at the halfway point, minji and hanni leave to go get snacks, and you’re alone at the bench once more. feeling an urge to check in danielle, you groan, following your heart instead of your mind, and rushing down to the field. no one really notices you, more focused on the players and the game itself.

despite her injury, the girl still looks bright. her eyes gleaming and a cheerful smile on her face. she occasionally shouts out words of encouragement to the players and her fellow cheerleaders.

she doesn’t even notice you lingering around until one of your steps causes the grass to crinkle.

“oh, y/n!” danielle smiles awkwardly. you return the same. “wanna sit down here?”

“uh, i thought only cheerleaders were allowed to sit here?” you ask nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to another. danielle shrugs, “i don’t actually know. it’s okay if you sit though, i can just say you came to check up on me.”

you nod, hovering over the seat, unsure if you could actually take a seat. either fate, or danielle, decides you were taking too long, since she reaches out to your wrist, pulling you abruptly down.

with a yelp, you fall onto the bench ungracefully, cheeks heating up at the grip on your wrist and the shriek you let out. danielle, unable to resist, lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. your face flushing even more, you feel somewhat accomplished at the fact you managed to make her laugh.

now that you are sitting side by side with danielle, your throat constricts. wanting to start a conversation, you open your mouth, only to be interrupted by danielle who chirps happily, “let’s discuss our project!”

your posture deflates, an awkward smile put back onto your face. “sure.” you had wanted to avoid this topic the most; between your blunder of oh my god, jihye and danielle are the same person, and oh my god, my partner is danielle, it wasn’t a favourable position to be in.

“which topic do you want to do? i think we could do either cultural and prejudice or psychological affairs,” danielle says, “discrimination, inferiority of women— oh! maybe human attraction?”

you stiffen noticeably at the topic. human. attraction. of course danielle wanted to do a topic about human attraction. who wouldn’t be attracted to her? the brown, naturally-curled hair, hazelnut eyes, full lips—

“yeah, sure,” you croak out.

“great!” danielle smiles, “i think the game is ending soon, so i’ll text you about the project later? i gotta go hang out with my team.”

another nod. with her expectant gaze, you stand up, almost robotically, arms swinging by the side.

“uhm, that jacket…” danielle trails off. you tilt your head, what about your jacket?

“it’s minji’s?” she asks.

“uh, yeah.” you suddenly feel self-conscious, how’d she know it was minji’s? danielle seems to notice your confusion, since she points at the back, “says kim in big, bold lettering.”

you furrow your eyebrows. was there something wrong with your (minji’s) varsity jacket?

“you okay?”

danielle smiles, albeit dimmer than before, “yup. i gotta go.”

and with a wave, danielle leaves, limping towards her teammates, who welcome her with open arms. haerin sends you a stink eye and you gulp.

sighing, you head back up to the stands, minji and hanni celebrating the triumph of your school.

“where’d you go?” hanni asks.

you groan, “hell.”

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[yanderemommabean]

See my needy ass kicking down the door to Dr Lee's torture room demanding he take a break bc it's 'head pats o'clock' and I want attention

He just freezes, the drill in his hand still whirring as he looks over to see what was the matter. You, with your cute little pout and demanding expression stomp over and tap on your phone screen, that was currently showing the time.

“It’s been three hours. I made snacks and everything and watches two whole episodes without you!”

Lee just gasps, dropping the tool as it lands right into the eye of the person on the table. He’d gotten so lost in playing with his toys he completely forgot to come back up and have his sacred time with you! Oh dearest butterfly don’t be upset!

“How could I?! Oh love, how can I make this up to you? It wasn’t on purpose I promise!” He exclaims while taking your hands and pulling you towards him, his lips coming to kiss your forehead as your fingers interlock. “You know me. I obsess over the smallest details sometimes that I can’t quite escape until someone shakes me loose”

“Oh I’m aware” you say dryly, but don’t fully turn away. Admittedly you liked being a bit of a spoiled brat, what’s the harm if Lee seemed to like to play into it too? “I can’t believe you left up alone and worried all this time because your more interested in someone dying”

Lee clicks his tongue, forcing you to look at him as he holds your face between his fingers. “Ah ah ah. Don’t even joke about that, you know damn well that isn’t true. I’d sooner pull my own tongue out than think anyone else is worth more of my time than you”.

You knew he was serious. You couldn’t help the smile on your face hearing that, knowing he wouldn’t ever truly leave you high and dry. You weren’t even really upset, you’re just a cuddly little tyrant sometimes is all!

You gently kiss the palm of his hand as he cradled your face, looking up from under your lashes. “So you’re almost done then?”

“I’m finished darling, I’ll head up there with you right away. This one is more or less comatose anyway, they shouldn’t be a problem for a while”. He gently kisses your head again, taking your hand to lead you up the stairs as he shuts the heavy metal door. “You know, since I was so naughty, you could think of a way to punish me” he flirts, smirk on his features.

“Yeah, I could. And I am” you say as you two get comfortable on the couch, his hand coming to rest on yours. “Oh? Do tell me then, I love when my little minx is demanding”

The smile on your face only brightens when you see the light leave his eyes at your next statement. “I invited Jasper over for game night tomorrow. Hope you like suffering with his favorite board games”

((This was fun and silly, I hope you beans like it! -Mommabean ))

[chixkencxrry]

kiss goodnight

Summary: Miguel breaks into your apartment. NSFW.

Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI. they’re both insane. Blood play. Fingering. P in V. Dirty talk. Mutual degradation. Mutual bad behavior. I wrote this instead of sleeping, so there WILL be errors.

His hands rested on your hips, fingers sprawled has he touched as much as he could, the rough skin of his palms feeling, feeling. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breathe. The scent of the lavender candles you’d lit seemed overwhelming. His lips whispered on your skin, begging alms with his want of you.

“Miguel…” you murmured, making fists of your hands. “How did you get into my apartment?”

“You forgot to lock your spare room window.” He mumbled, hands rucking up his t-shirt you’d been sleeping in, cupping the globes of your ass. His fingers massaged the flesh, groping it as he kissed your clavicle.

You groaned, hands now pressing onto his massive shoulders. “I changed my locks for a reason.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, nipping at your neck. “The reason being you’re a brat.”

At that, you almost giggled, but you stayed strong for a full minute before he kissed you. His lips soft and tongue seeking, he tasted of beer and his mouth was a familiar spark of desire. You hadn’t been a brat. Well, at least not by your standard. Miguel hadn’t spoken to you in over a week so you reacted sanely. If you’d really want to be a brat, you’d have burnt his precious Spider Quarters or whatever nerdy name he’d called that ugly ass skyscraper downtown . But no. You’d been sweet. Merely changing the locks and throwing out the apology lilies he’d sent you in day five.

Biting down on his lower lip, you drew blood, making him pull back and red eyes glared at you. At his faux anger, you giggled. Mouth stained with blood.

“Brat.” He cursed, hands pulling themselves off your body to rip the t-shirt from you. “I knew you were naked under here. You were just waiting for me to come in here and fuck you like some deranged psycho?”

“Like?” You mocked, sucking tour lower lip to taste his blood. Your hands ran down the length of his bare torso, down to the waistband of his shorts. The crazy bastard had climbed into your bed in his underwear. “Baby, you are a deranged psycho.”

He growled, resting a hand on your mound whilst his fingers rubbed your centre. He rubbed the growing dampness all around before he began to target your clit with his index and pointer. Miguel smirked down at you as your breath slowly hitched. He kept a circular motion, watching you twitch and shiver. So weak for him. So responsive. He’d fuck you all night for your attitude and mark you warm him cock all morning.

Miguel grinned when you gasped as his index finger slipped inside you. “You’ve been playing with this pussy while I’ve been gone?”

Through your lashes you teased. “What else was I suppose to do?”

“Fuck,” he muttered. Thumb pressing against your clit. “Insatiable slut, you couldn’t hold off for a week.”

“Fuck you.” You mumbled with less confidence as he added a second finger and your orgasm neared. Fuck him and his big ass fingers. Your vibrator had been a loyal friend for the past few days. “You didn’t even call.”

He sped up, the moment growing closer as you grinder on his hand. “Liar. You didn’t answer.”

“That’s not…ah…that’s not…oh my god…fuck…Miguel…” stars dotted your vision as he dragged your orgasm from you. Even his fingers did you better than your loyal little vibrator. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

“Pathetic. You didn’t even last long enough for another finger.” He condemned, pulling your hips close to his and unfurling himself. Miguel let the heavy warm rod rub against you, dragging the tip along the length of your pussy. You bit your lip, finger nails dragging along his stomach to the root of his member. You watched as he teased it, hissing as the sensitive head went in and out of your weeping centre. The feeling making you tremble.

“Look at that,” he mumbled, watching your essence coat him. “This pussy missed me, huh?”

Flickering between want and rage, you spat at him but screamed a moment after when he filled you to hilt. “Jesus!”

“So fucking arrogant.” He snapped, hand winding itself in your hair. “You’re going to pay for that.”

You couldn’t even speak. The bed rocked as he fucked his thick cock into you, spreading and burning through you with quick, deep thrusts. Miguel’s teeth grazed your neck as he pulled your hair back, teeth in your skin. When they broke the barrier, you cried out, muffled by your own sobbing from his pace.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Taking my cock so good. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Your nails scraped at his skin, filling beneath them with dirt and blood. You tried to hold onto something for sanity. Clenching round him, a jolt of pleasure went through you as he groaned in your ear. Miguel kissed you, tasting his blood in your mouth and you tasted his anger. Good, you thought, he should feel half as angry as you had.

The bed creaked and slammed into the wall with a steady tattoo. It created a song, creak, slam, creak, slam. Your hands went down his back, gripping the firm cushion of his buttock as he fucked into you. His fingers went between the tight space of your bodies to your clit and began to rub the swollen organ.

Between the passage of his thickness going deep and harsh into you, and his steady rub that began to build, you were powerless. Eyes burning of tears, you wept to your second orgasm.

“You look pretty when you cry in my cock. Look at that little face, crying like a good dirty whore.” He spat but his face was kind in the dark as he kissed your tears, licking the salt clean. Miguel’s hips began to move again, making you cry some more in subtle pain. This seemed to egg him on more. “I’m going to fuck you broken.”

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[recklessmark]

naughty girl’s lesson

Summary: you made a stupid purchase on Mark’s credit card and he clearly was not happy about it.

Pairing: hard dom!Mark x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Words count: ~7k

Smut warnings: it’s me again, you know what’s coming... this is pure filth-smut-porn, whatever, you name it. if you’re not familiar with my blog/content, please be mentally prepared before you dip this. (sex tape, food play, spanking, unprotected sex, a lot of name calling, public humiliation...)

A/N: this is fictional and within the context of an ongoing relationship based on respect, trust, and consent. enjoy your kink responsibly.

Knowing Mark’d had a long and exhausting week at work, you carefully planned a Friday night dinner to cook for him. When he got home, you had food on the stove filling the house with delicious scents of the meal to come. Dressed in a low-cut top and a tight miniskirt, you greeted him with a fresh tumbler of whiskey - two rocks, just the way he liked it.

Kissing you, he squeezed your ass and nuzzled your neck.

“Everything smells amazing,” Mark murmured. “Especially you.”

Leading him to the couch, you sat him down and handed over his drink. “I want you to sit right here and relax while I finish dinner,” you said.

“Mmm, yes, ma'am,” he readily agreed.

Handing him the TV remote and a small stack of mail, you returned to your work in the adjoining kitchen. After a few uneventful minutes, Mark addressed you from across the room.

“Baby? What’s this on the credit card bill?” He asked.

You froze, wracking your brain for what kind of trouble you’d gotten yourself into. Drifting toward him, you dried your hands on a dish towel and shrugged.

“I can’t think of anything-”

“Naughty Secretary Nights… Did you buy porn with our credit card?”

Your eyes went wide. “I, um…”

He laughed. “Oh my god, you did, didn’t you? You are unbelievable.”

“It was on that business trip… I was so lonely, and I wasn’t getting service on my phone… and I just… charged it to the room… I forgot, I’m so sorry. I meant to pay it off right away...” the more you tried to defend yourself, the more ridiculous you sounded. Who puts porn on a credit card? You knew better, obviously. But after a week without him and the better part of a bottle of Chardonnay… your ability to make sound decisions had clearly been impaired.

“Come here,” he instructed. As soon as you obeyed, he told you to turn around. “Lift up your skirt.”

You did as you were told, exposing your tiny, black thong and bare ass cheeks to him.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

His spankings made you gasp and lurch forward. You did your best to right yourself and stand still, taking your punishment.

Smack. Smack.

“Such a naughty, dirty girl,” Mark chastised.

Smack. Smack.

“I-I know… I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Sorry for what?” He asked.

“...For being a n-naughty, d-dirty girl…” You stammered. Saying it out loud made you blush, but you knew it was true.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“That’s enough for now,” he declared, and you started to lower your skirt. “Ah, ah…” he admonished. “Did I tell you to cover yourself?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“That’s right. Because who owns this ass?” He teased, squeezing your exposed flesh.

“You…” you lowered your lashes, feeling the undeniable wetness between your legs. Whenever Mark manhandled you, you inevitably found yourself willing and eager to do anything and everything he wanted.

“Mmmhmm… and I own these, too.” Taking hold of your hips, he turned you to face him and yanked down the top of your t-shirt, revealing a black lace push-up bra. Sliding his fingers under the cups, he pinched and twisted your nipples, making you moan and squirm. “Isn’t that right?”

“Ooohhh… y-yes, that’s right…” you wanted to straddle him, to let him strip you naked and have his way with you… but you had other plans.

“And since you’re such a fan of dirty girl porn, I say you can stay just like this while you finish dinner.” And with that he took his hands away from you, settling back against the couch and turning on the TV.

Your breathing still ragged, you turned and headed back to the kitchen, with your clothes askew, leaving your bra and panties on display. In the kitchen, you realized the bay window curtain was wide open… Your house had a relatively high wall around it, but certain neighbors would still have a view inside from the right angle.

“Um… should I…?” You trailed off, looking to Mark and gesturing toward the window. He smirked, looking you up and down.

“Leave it open. I feel like showing you off. Let’s let the neighbors see what a naughty, indecent girl you are, shall we?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” You chewed your lip and got back to work. In your exposed state, in front of an open window, making dinner suddenly invoked a host of new sensations.

Every time you bent over, you wondered if one of your neighbors was getting an eyeful… When you stirred or chopped, making your breasts bounce and jiggle, you glanced nervously out the window. In the dark of night, you couldn’t tell whether or not there was anyone out there, enjoying the show.

When dinner was ready, you set the table and opened a bottle of wine. Standing before Mark in the living room, you clasped your hands behind your back and let him know it was time to eat.

Following you to the dining room, he sat down and let you pour his wine, lightly caressing your cleavage while you served him. As you stood up, he looked you over, considering your disheveled state.

“Strip down to your lingerie,” he instructed.

With a small whimper, you obliged him, peeling off your skirt and top. Standing before him in your thong and push-up bra, you awaited further direction.

“You may finish serving me just like that, then I want you to go and fetch your robe.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You did as you were told, carefully scooping servings of each dish onto his plate. When you bent over, your breasts threatened to spill out of your bra. At one point he stopped you, ordering you to hold still. Taking out his phone, he snapped a picture of your tits hovering over his dinner plate.

“I should post this online, since you love porn so much,” he mused, showing you the photo. “We can make a naughty, salacious gallery of you and charge people to ogle your naked body. Would you like that, dirty girl? Whoring yourself out for money?”

A flush of embarrassment and desire crept up your neck to your cheeks. “I, um… Only if you wanted me to… You’re the boss,” you answered.

He smiled and held up his phone.

“Say that again,” he commanded.

“I… would only… w-whore myself out for money… if you wanted me to. You’re the boss,” you stumbled over your words as you realized he was filming you.

“I am the boss,” Mark repeated. Reaching up, he pulled down the cups of your bra until your naked breasts were fully exposed. Then he squeezed and fondled them, making you writhe and whimper under his touch. “I am the boss of this lewd, vulgar girl. You love flaunting your tits for me, don’t you, slut?”

The wetness between your legs was reaching a fever pitch. He very rarely used words like ‘slut’ and ‘tits’, so you knew you were in for a night of real torment.

“Y-yes, Sir… I love f-flaunting myself… just for you…” you confessed.

“Mmm… I know you do,” he replied, and put down his phone.

Leaving your naked tits on display, he sent you off to fetch your robe. You returned to the table with it still in hand, since he had not, after all, instructed you to put it on.

“You may wear your robe while we eat, but leave it open. I want you to stay warm, and I want to enjoy this pornographic picture,” he gestured to your mostly naked body with a smirk.

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed, and did as he instructed, putting your robe on and leaving it open when you sat down.

“Sit on the edge of your chair, and keep your knees apart,” Mark demanded. You obeyed at once, and the posture of your position thrust your tits forward. He reached over, pinching and twisting your nipples, one by one.

“You know why you’re being treated like this, don’t you?” He asked.

You nodded, squirming in your seat as he tormented you. “Yes… yes, Sir…”

“And why is that?”

“B-because I was v-very naughty… buying porn… with our credit card…” You whimpered and moaned, loving every second that he tortured your perky little nipples.

“That’s right,” he agreed. “And when you act like a naughty, dirty girl, I’m going to treat you like a naughty, dirty girl.”

“Ooohhhh… thank you… I-I know I d-deserve it…” You arched your back toward him, wanting more groping, more pinching, more fondling. Which is, of course, precisely when he stopped.

“Mmm… You may learn your lesson after all,” he speculated. “Now be a good girl and eat. For the rest of your punishment, you’ll need to keep your energy up.”

Catching your breath, you did as he said. He made light, fun conversation during the meal, but it was hard for you to focus. You kept wondering what he had in store for ‘the rest of your punishment…’

You didn’t have to wait long to find out. After dinner, Mark instructed you to fetch the gelato and whipped cream for dessert. At first, you didn’t think much of it; you just enjoyed some small bowls of the chocolate frozen treat topped with whipped cream. But then he told you to put the gelato away and leave the whipped cream.

“And I’ll take one more small tumbler of bourbon,” he stated.

You quickly delivered his drink, and before you could sit down again he told you to lean against the wall opposite him. Then he set up his phone so the screen faced you and started to record, giving you a clear view of everything he was filming.

“Take off your robe,” he ordered, and you obediently complied. “Now your thong,” he added, and you slid the flimsy fabric down to your ankles.

“Actually, you can leave them there,” he decided. “As a reminder that you’re learning your lesson - what happens to naughty, dirty girls like you.”

“Yes, Sir,” you replied, abjectly lowering your lashes. You stood, waiting for his next directive, with your thong around your ankles and your bare tits propped up by your bra.

To your surprise, he approached you with the can of whipped cream. Squirting a hefty dollop onto each of your nipples, he finished with a third spray on top of your freshly waxed pussy.

“Grab your elbows behind your back,” he said, “and stay like that until I’m done with my bourbon.

“Yes, S-Sir…” you replied, carefully adjusting your arms so as not to disturb the portions of whipped cream.

While he sipped his drink and watched you, you stole glances at the phone screen, filming you in your vulnerable state. You tried not to squirm too much, biting your lip to remind yourself to hold still.

“More porn for us to sell,” Mark explained, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was serious, or if this was just another means of taunting you. “Every time you misbehave, we’ll make a new tutorial detailing your punishment and what you learned. Would you like that, slut?”

“If it’s what you want, Sir, then… yes, I would.” The more you settled into your dominant/submissive dynamic, the clearer it became that there was very little you would not do for him.

His drink finished, he came over to you and cupped one of your breasts with his hand. You obediently stood with your arms behind your back, since he hadn’t told you to change positions. As hard as it was to not cling to him, you gripped your elbows and held on tight as he began his delicious assault on your whipped-cream-dipped nipples.

Licking and nibbling and sucking, he used his hand to shimmy your breast back and forth under his mouth. It was your absolute favorite sensation, and you moaned with abandon as he savored one breast and then the other. In between breasts, he paused and stood back, leaving a clear view of your stripped, wanton body for the camera.

Mark leaned against the wall next to you, casually leering at your tawdry nakedness. “Are you learning your lesson, dirty girl?”

“Yes… yes, Sir…” you panted.

“And what is that?” He prompted.

“To, um… not buy porn? …With a credit card?” You offered.

He chuckled. “Yes, that’s step one.”

Then he dropped to his knees and held your hips steady. Slowly, with agonizing delicacy, he licked the whipped cream from between your legs. You instantly started to squirm, but he paused just long enough to instruct you to hold still. You did your best to follow orders while he worked you over into a veritable frenzy…

Carefully, he caressed the sides of your pussy with his tongue. Some of the cream slid down the inside of your thigh, and he followed it, using his mouth to scoop it up… Returning to the center between your legs, he spread your lips with his hand and meticulously cleaned every inch of you… When he came close to your clit, he stopped, making you cry out in anguish.

Smirking, he looked up at you. “Say please,” he commanded.

“Please… please…” you begged.

He sighed. “Be more specific.”

“Please… don’t stop…” You replied. “Please l-lick… lick my clit, please…”

“Interesting. And here I thought you would beg me to let you come. Very well, have it your way.”

And with that, he flicked his tongue over your clit ever so lightly, maybe half a dozen times… then he gave it one long, luxurious stroke with his tongue. You whimpered, cursing yourself inwardly for not having the presence of mind to beg for an orgasm. Clearly it was too late now.  

With his work complete, Mark stood up and examined his effect on you. You stood panting and aching for him, eager to show him that you could learn how to behave.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he ordered, and you complied at once.

Smack. Smack. Smack. This time between your legs.

“What’s the second part of your lesson, my insatiable, horny girl?”

Smack. Smack.

“Oohh… oww… umm… That if I act-” Smack. Smack. “Mm, oww… if I act like a naughty, dirty girl-” Smack. Smack. Smack. “...oww ow… then I’ll get treated l-like a naughty, dirty girl…”

“That’s right,” he affirmed. “Now turn around and stick your ass out for me. Let’s get some proper dirty girl spankings on video.”

You did as you were told, keeping your elbows grasped behind your back, and leaning your bare chest against the wall so you could thrust your bottom out the way he liked.

“Mmhmm…” he rubbed his hand over your ass cheeks, jiggling them back and forth. “Just like the sordid, vulgar girl you are…”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

As you took your punishment, your mind swirled with thoughts of what he might have in store for you next.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Tidying up and doing dishes while naked?

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Maybe cleaning the windows naked, in full view of any curious neighbors?

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Next time you get horny and greedy, you’ll think twice about buying porn, won’t you?”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Y-yes… ohh… oww… yes, Sir… I promise, I w-won’t do it ag-again…”

Your ass wriggled under his final, merciless blows.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Damn right you won’t.”

Walking over to the phone, he picked it up and brought it closer to you, running it up the length of your disheveled body until he reached your flushed, chastened face.

“What do you say when you get the punishment you deserve?” He challenged.

“Thank you, Sir… thank you for teaching me h-how to behave…” You replied, doing your best to look as contrite and remorseful as you felt.

“Good girl,” he praised, and your stomach flipped. “Now come with me.”

And with that, Mark turned off the recording and led you out of the dining room.

In the kitchen he stopped you and told you to take off your bra and step out of the panties that were still around your ankles. After complying with his instructions, you handed over your lingerie and followed him, stripped completely naked, into the bedroom.

“You’ll need a shower, since you’re a dirty, sticky mess,” he said. “When you’re done, you can put on the outfit I lay out for you.”

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed, heading into the shower like a contrite, obedient girl.

After soaping yourself up and washing thoroughly, you dried off, lotioned up, and came back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Laid out on the bed, you found the tiniest g-string you owned, a matching French sling, and a short, tight, dove gray dress. Based on his dress choice, you inferred you would be continuing to serve him at home, since he’d always deemed it “too slutty for public consumption.”

Slipping into the barely-there g-string, you adjusted it as best you could and then put on your bra. A French sling is designed to prop your tits up like they’re on a shelf, with your nipples left peeking out over the top. It’s about as naughty, slutty, and on display as a bra with any coverage can be.

Squeezing yourself into the dress, his reasoning behind the French sling was immediately evident. Your tormented nipples were hard and perky, making them plainly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric. Looking down, you noticed a pair of strappy black heels, which you dutifully put on and fastened around your ankles.

After touching up your hair and makeup, you finally emerged from the bedroom. Mark put down the magazine he was reading and appraised your appearance.

“Perfect,” he declared. Standing up, he draped a long cardigan over your shoulders. Your dress was so short, the hem of the sweater went right past it. “So you don’t get cold while we’re out.”

You stood rooted to the spot. “You want me to go out? Dressed like this?”

“Is that a problem?” He challenged you.

“N-no, Sir… I just, you’ve always said… this dress…”

“I know what I’ve said.”

“I… look like a…” you trailed off, realizing that was precisely the point.

“A prostitute? …A porn star?” He teased.

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed, lowering your gaze.

“Come on, my little sextoy.” Placing his hand on the small of your back, he ushered you out the door. “Time to let everyone see what a naughty piece of ass you are.”

The chill night air was just cold enough to ensure that your nipples would stay nice and hard, leaving them very much on display. The dress left so much of you visible, it felt a little like he was parading you around naked for everyone to ogle. It barely covered your ass, and your propped up tits were all but spilling over the low neckline…

The car ride over was relatively uneventful. He was clearly - and rightly - counting on the effect of sheer anticipation, leaving you to imagine what it would feel like to be in bar full of people dressed like a slutty hooker.

When you got there and walked in, you quickly assessed the small crowd. There were enough people there to make blending in possible, yet you couldn’t help but notice that pretty much everyone closest to you had some reaction to your attire.

A woman sitting next to her friend stifled a laugh, then pointed you out and the two started whispering and giggling. Next to them, a man tried not to look at you, while his wife made no effort to hide her disgust and judgement.

“It’s warm in here, don’t you think?” Mark asked you.

You nodded with a small shrug. “Pretty warm.”

“You probably don’t need the cardigan inside,” he replied, eliciting a small whimper from you as he slid the fabric off your shoulders.

Standing next to him, without the thin layer of coverage provided by your sweater, you were keenly aware of how short your dress was… how visible your nipples were… and how every person around you would be treated to a vivid picture of how you looked naked.

As he led you toward the bar, you now had a very clear idea of how it felt to be in a bar full of people dressed like a slutty hooker… It was absolutely mortifying. And you’d never been so turned on in all your life.

You found two bar stools, and as you sat at his side, you quickly crossed your legs. It was the only way to avoid flashing everyone in your immediate vicinity.

The bartender came over, and when she noticed your nipples she blatantly stared. Smirking, she looked up at you.

“Nice dress,” she said.

You bit your lip, blushing, and Mark gave you a slight nudge.

“She gave you a compliment,” he prompted.

“Thank you,” you offered, feeling more exposed than ever.

You vaguely heard him ordering a whiskey for himself and wine for you, but you were distracted by all the other people sitting around the bar. You tried to not pay attention, but you had to make sure you weren’t imagining things. It seemed like everyone was looking at you.

“Sit up straight,” you heard him say, and you did as you were told. “Shoulders back,” he teased, and you obeyed, pushing your tits out even further.

He tucked your hair behind your ears, murmuring low. “That’s a good girl… How does it feel, all these people staring and leering at you?”

“Um… It feels… embarrassing, and… um…” You were ashamed to admit the second part.

“And what else?” He prompted.

“...And, um… I’m also… really, really turned on…” you confessed, flushing as you spoke.

“Mmm… mhmm. That makes sense. A wanton, lustful girl like you. I bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” He taunted you, knowing very well that it was true.

“Yes… yes, Sir,” you admitted. Glancing around, you got the irrational feeling that all of the people ogling you could suddenly tell just how wet and horny you was.

“There’s a pool table,” Mark pointed out, as if reading your mind. “Maybe I should make you play pool with me, so you’ll have to bend over and show everyone that soaked pussy of yours, too. Would you like that?”

“I, um… if it would please you, Sir.”

He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip.

“I love it when you’re nothing but eager to please,” he praised. Leaning forward, he kissed you lightly, grazing your cleavage with his fingertips and peppering your exposed skin with goosebumps.

The bartender delivered your drinks, and for two rounds you talked of other things. While you talked, Mark casually caressed your bare legs, sometimes slipping dangerously close to the super short hem of your dress. You squirmed in your seat, fighting the urge to spread your legs for him right then and there.

After two glasses of wine, you needed to go to the ladies room. It wasn’t that far away, but you would have to walk past several tables and clusters of people to get there. You took the risk of asking Mark if you might be allowed to put your cardigan back on for the occasion.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you think?”

“Um… No?”

“Correct. And why not?”

“Because… I need to be reminded what happens… to naughty, dirty girls, like me. I need to learn my lesson.”

“That’s right. Now let me see you show off that slutty little body of yours for everyone in here,” he chided.

“Y-yes, Sir…”

In the bathroom, the only humiliation was when two drunk girls stepped up next to you at the sinks. You were moving slowly, not wanting any part of your body to escape from your dress.

“Wow,” one of them said, gaping at you. “Slut much?”

She and her friend burst out laughing. You tried to ignore them, but as they made their way to the door, the other girl chimed in.

“We should get a picture of her! Mike and Chris will never believe we saw a real-live hooker!”

They laughed again while she pulled out her phone and the other one called back to you.

“Smile, you’re on candid slut camera!”

There was nowhere to hide, and they were blocking the door. You’d started with your back to them and had to turn to dry your hands, so they probably got pictures of you at every angle. As they disappeared, laughing and calling you names, you realized they could do whatever they wanted with the pictures. Send them to their boyfriends, put them on the internet…

After enduring more leers and taunts on your way back to Mark, you told him what happened.

He sighed and shrugged. “If they were naked pictures of you, I wouldn’t allow it,” he promised. “But since you’re just mostly naked… I guess that’s what you deserve, isn’t it?”

You swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Our tab is paid, and I’ve been sitting here wondering…” he mused, “should I make you flash someone? Or maybe hike up your skirt while we’re on our way out?”

You squeezed your legs together and wriggled on your stool, awaiting his verdict.

“But I decided I want the rest of you all for myself,” he declared, and you felt a subtle wave of relief. You would’ve done it for him of course… But full-on public exposure was unchartered territory, and you weren’t absolutely certain how you felt about it. You were happy to wait and find out another day.

All the same, Mark still led you out of the bar nice and slowly, with no cardigan to hide behind, giving the small crowd their last looks at your barely covered body.

In the car, you got your sweater back for the ride home. It provided more warmth than coverage, and he certainly took advantage of how laid bare you were willing to be for him.

Reaching over, he tugged down the neckline of your dress, exposing your propped-up tits and rock hard nipples. He worked his magic, pinching and tweaking them while you moaned and writhed in your seat.

“Turn towards me, dirty girl, I’m done sharing you. I don’t want anyone getting a glimpse of your naughty little nipples.”

You obliged, turning to face him, hiding your naked breasts from outside view. At the next stoplight, he made you hike up your skirt for you. When you did, slowly sliding the fabric the mere inches it took to expose yourself, he took hold of the front of your g-string.

“Did you enjoy our outing, naughty girl? Walking around barely dressed, showing off your slutty little body?”

He tugged your g-string upwards, pulling the fabric back and forth between your legs. You quivered with the exquisite ache of it. “Y-yes… oh, god… yes, Sir… I… I loved it…” You conceded.

“Of course you did… look at yourself.”

You took stock of the state you were in… tits on display, skirt hiked up exposing your ass and all your dripping wetness… squirming in the passenger seat of his car while he toyed with you.

“I-I know… I can’t help it…”

“I know you can’t.” Mark’s voice was laced with a teasing kind of pity that sent a thrill through you.

The light turned green, and he released his hold on you. Without instruction to do otherwise, you stayed in your naughty, exposed position. He once again treated you to the torments he’d been considering, and the thought of living out  his suggestions made you practically want to hump the seat…

“So, I figured there were a few options for finishing your lesson… I thought about taking you to the grocery store in that outfit, where there would be more people and brighter lights…” you let out a small whimper, but he just smirked and went on. “Then I thought about setting up my phone again, to record you getting yourself off right here in the car… like making your own little porno.” He offered brightly.

You bit your lip over a small, shameful smile.

“Yes,” he went on, “I thought you might enjoy that one a little too much. Wouldn’t you?”

You’d stopped at another red light, and he reached over to give your bare ass a few sharp smacks.

“Yes… oh… yes, Sir…” you plead.

“Obviously you’re desperate to come at this point, since you’re a dirty, naughty girl who not so secretly loves her punishments,” he admonished.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you apologized. “What can I do… to prove to you that I’m learning my lesson?”

“Hmm…” he considered. “I do have one possible idea, but I’m still thinking about it. For now, I think you should watch this. I remembered you already made your own porno today.”

Procuring his phone, he pulled up a video and handed it to you. It was the recording he’d made of you earlier in the evening, when he had you stripped almost naked and up against the wall.

You spent the rest of the car ride obediently watching as Mark covered parts of you in whipped cream and then took his time licking it off, savoring every moment. You were a little ashamed to see how often you stole glances at the camera, since he’d left it facing you. Especially while he was all too briefly going down on you. You kept looking at the screen, watching yourself struggle to hold still, while all you wanted to do was writhe under the agonizing pleasure of his touch…

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I… I keep looking at myself, on camera,” you answered.

“Of course you do. Your entire punishment came about today because you love porn so much, you decided to order some alone in your hotel room, and pay for it with a credit card. That makes you one horny, desperate girl, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir…” you agreed, knowing just how true it was. Your libido always got you into so much trouble. You could never get enough.

Mark pulled into your driveway, but after shutting off the car, he made no move to get out. The video of you starring in your own porn had ended, and he took his phone back from you.

Turning to face you more fully, the streetlight illuminated his irresistibly sexy profile. “Tell me what you did to yourself, in the hotel room. I want details,” he said.

“I, um… was laying on the bed… watching, um…”

“Naughty Secretary Nights?” He prompted.

“Yes…”

“And what exactly were you watching?”

“Um… a secretary mixed up some important files… and she um, her boss made her strip, and, um… bend over the desk… so she could be punished.”

“Of course… and how was she punished?”

“With, um… lots of spankings. And then, um, she had to beg, to be fucked…”

He smirked, reaching a casual hand across the space between you to gently graze your nipples.

“I bet you loved that, didn’t you?”

‘Y-yes… yes, Sir,” you admitted.

“And what were you doing, while the naughty secretary begged to be fucked?”

“I um, oh… um, I was on the bed, in my lingerie… then I pulled down my panties…”

“Were you on your back or on your stomach?”

“Um… on my stomach, so I could see the TV better…” you flushed with the shame of it, and he twisted each of your nipples.

“That sounds about right. So you pulled down your panties, and then what?”

“I… ohh… um, oh… I rubbed m-my clit… until I came… ohh, god…”

“And did you play with your nipples, too?”

“Ohh… y-yes, Sir,” you almost screamed, “but it j-just made me m-miss… y-you… oh god…”

“Uh-huh… I bet it did.” He pinched harder, making you moan and arch your back toward him. “And I bet you really want to be fucked right now, don’t you?”

‘Yes, oh god… yes…”

Chuckling, Mark used both hands to torment your aching nipples at the same time, rubbing and flicking and pinching just the way you liked it… loved it, craved it…

“Oh, come now. You know you’re going to have to beg,” he teased.

“Please…. Please, Sir… oh, god, please fuck me… please…”

“Mmm, I love the sound of that. Do it some more.”

“Please fuck me, please…. Oh, fuck, ohhh god… please… I’ll do… anything… ohhh…”

Releasing his hold on you, he sat back and watched you catch your breath, your tits still heaving from his exquisite torture.

“Good. Because I want you to walk from here to the porch, just like that.”

You whimpered, squirming in your seat. “W-with my cardigan on or off?”

“That’s a good question.” He pondered for a moment before answering. “I think you can leave it on, but when you get out of the car, don’t adjust it. If it falls on its own and covers your ass, that’s fine. But if it doesn’t, you leave that slutty little ass of yours on display for whoever happens to be looking, understood?”

You nodded, feeling ravenous from all of his excruciating and delicious provocations.

“Y-yes, Sir… Understood.”

“Good girl. And of course, you are under no circumstances allowed to wrap that sweater around you. No matter what, I want you to give our neighbors a good, long look at those indecent, bouncy, punished tits of yours.”

You lowered your lashes and nodded through your blushing. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you say.”

“That’s right. And maybe - if you can show me how good you are at following instructions - maybe once we’re inside I’ll fuck you.”

A small whimper escaped your lips as he climbed out of the car. You turned and followed suit, being extra careful not to adjust your clothing at all.

It was hardest when you stood completely upright, and your cardigan stayed propped up by your ass cheeks. It went against every instinct you had not to cover yourself, but with Mark standing on the porch watching your every move, you knew you had to do as he’d instructed.

Walking to the porch, you were more aware than ever before of which neighbors still had lights on. You did your best to keep your eyes on him, so you wouldn’t notice someone peeking out their window and lose your nerve.

As you reached the porch, your sweater finally slid down to cover your ass, but your relief was short lived.

“You can face the street while I unlock the door,” Mark said with a wicked glint in his eye.

Doing as you were told, you turned your body toward the street, putting yourself on full display under your porch light. Not only were your tits still spilling over the top of your French sling, but with your dress still hiked up around your waist, you realized you hadn’t been allowed to adjust your g-string, either. It was still tugged up between your pussy lips where Mark’d left it, so you were now showing off your most vulnerable parts of yourself for all to see.

And he certainly were taking his time with the door lock.

“Wouldn’t you know it… damn thing is sticking again,” he claimed, full of faux innocence.

You stood dutifully by his side, and just before he opened the door to let you in, you was mortified to spot a couple of figures in one of the lit windows across the street. You couldn’t tell who they were, but you sure knew what they saw…

Before you had time to process your embarrassment, Mark had you in the front hall with the door closed behind you. Shoving me you against the wall, he tore off your cardigan and grabbed your tits from behind.

“Is this what you want?” He taunted, playing with the wetness between your legs. “I want to hear you beg, slave. Tell me what a selfish, horny little slut you are.”

Whimpering, you craned your neck to loop at him. “P-please, Sir… Please, Master… Please let me come… I’ll do anything you want… Please… I-I’m a horny, desperate, selfish little s-slut… And I can’t get enough… Please…”

Satisfied, he led you to the couch. “Desperate, I like that ad-lib. It’s so true, you are a desperate little slut. 

“You see this big, comfortable couch?” He added. “Straddle the arm of it.”

Graciously, he took of your thong, then tied your wrist with it. Then he leaned down to you and said, “Let’s see how well you follow instructions. I want you to make yourself come, by humping this couch.” He smirked. “You know I just really love making naughty little sluts fuck my couch.”

You realized you’d been frozen. Not wanting to be further berated, you quickly set to work, humping the arm of the couch as you’d been instructed. As soon as you started thrusting your hips back and forth over the fabric, you couldn’t help but moan, it feels so good.

Mark stepped back and appraises your movements. “Yeah… This shouldn’t take long.” Squeezing one of your tits, he pinched your nipple. “Make sure to tell me when you come, slut.”

You’re mortified to see him go into the kitchen. You’re left there, humping the furniture, moaning and writhing all by myself. God… you really were a horny, desperate little slut…

As Mark assessed, it didn’t take you long to come. Obliging as ever, you followed instructions and cried out, arching your back. “I’m coming… Oh god… Yes… Fuck… I’m coming…”

It’s such a release. When you open your eyes, you’re startled to find him standing next to you, watching with amusement dancing in his eyes. Then he settled on the couch, adjusting you so you’re sitting with your back to him and your ass nestled against his groin.

Your mind wasn’t left to wander for long, as you’d taken Mark’s cue to start fondling and pinching your tits, making you squirm on his lap. You felt his hard cock under you, and it just made you squirm more… until he spanks you between your legs. “Hold still, slut.”

As far as words went, not much turned you on like that simple command. You did your best to still your body instantly, though you kept panting under his torment.

He then played with your wetness and it’s so hard not to move. Your panting got worse and turned into whimpers. He started spanking your cunt again, over and over. All you could do was to hold still and take it. Your tits were turning red from his molestation, and the wet smacking sounds of your spanked pussy were so loud you could all hear them over your cries of painful pleasure.

You felt his breath on your ear as he murmured, “You’re about to come, aren’t you, slut?”

“Y-yesss… Fuck… Yes, Sir…”

“Beg for it.”

“P-please, Sir… Please, may I c-come?”

Mark started spanking your pussy harder and faster, and when he did, your body was consumed by the orgasm that courses through you. You couldn’t help it, you arched your back and moan, thanking him for getting you off. “Good girl,” he says reassuringly and stops touching you once he could tell you’re coming down. He wiped his wet hand across your face, making sure to smear cum across your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck.

“You’d want to hold on now because you’re about to get fucked like a nasty slut you are.” He breathed into your ear while undoing his fly.

You gripped the far side of the couch with both of your hands and as soon as you did, he thrust into you so hard you shouted. "Oh!"

His hands gripped onto your hips and his cock started pounding you. It was hard and hot, almost felt like your insides were burning. But you liked it. You’d always liked how Mark felt, and how merciless he fucked.

"Mark, oh...fuck," you moaned so quietly you could barely hear it. Still, the sound of his own name coming out of your mouth while he pumped his cock deep into your cunt made his breath quicken.

He gave each of your ass cheek a rough slap, teeth nibbing on your earlobe. “You love being fucked like this, yeah? Like a filthy whore that deserves to get all of her holes filled with come.” The third and fourth smack landed and he breathed out a ‘fuck’ when your skin reddened even more.

You started to clench inside, and orgasm building. "Can I come...please?"

Mark looked down at you. The skirt bunched over your waist, bare assed, tits crushed against his chest, your hair was a wild mess. He grinned, almost condescending. “Yeah, you’re gonna come again? Fuck, go on, slut. Cream my cock.”

Heat crashed you right then and there. Your entire body giving up from the orgasms you’d had. Mark was close, his hip pistoned into you with a maddening speed. And he saw you, mouth open, eyes rolling back, panting, utterly undone, ropes of hot come splashed on your walls. He grunted, biting down on your shoulder while chasing his high. 

You felt it, felt him tightened, his balls contracting even more. His cock thickened, swelled, stretched you even more, and you started to fall into overstimulation - bucking, gasping, pushing hard back against him.

He finished with several more strokes, and laid over you, breathing hard. “I really hope you’ve learnt your lesson, baby.” He smiled slightly, brushing hair away from your face and placed a kiss on your swollen lips.

©️  RECKLESSMARK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[selfindulgentpixies]

Parchment and coffee stains

Almost Kaveh x GN!reader

possible Kaveh x Reader x Alhaitham in future parts if I continue

You're an artist to happens to see a pretty stranger in a cafe, through your art you find the courage to reach out.

Reader is shorter than Kaveh and described as not being from Sumeru.

This scenario was inspired by Kaveh's line in game about forgetting him umbrella.

word count: 1641

The blank page before you feels daunting even as you’re swaddled in the warmth of the cafe. You’re tucked away, alone in a corner with a fresh sheaf of drawing paper, the first page beneath the cover challenging you. This drawing would set the tone for the new sketchbook. You’re aware you’re being dramatic as you lay down the daunting object to pick up your coffee for a sip. The warmth spreading across your tongue comforting you amidst the chatter of the cafe’, while there’s the tell-tale pattering of rain against the stained glass behind your head. It makes you glad you decided to bring your umbrella just in case when you saw the heavy clouds on your way out the door earlier.

Amidst the sights and smells a laugh chimes above the soft din of chatter of the many students seated at various tables. Looking for the source you see a flip of golden hair complimented by a lovely blue feather that if you had to guess was a quill pen of some sort. The person, a man if you had to guess but couldn’t be sure, was stunning. Your fingers twitch for your pencil and your sketch book finds its way back into your hands. You don’t give it any thought really, people watching and drawing were fairly normal practice, but you almost felt compelled in this moment. You watch from the corner of your eye, pencil gliding across the page, the slope of his nose, the elegant column of his throat, a lock of artfully swooping hair. His burnt umber eyes beautiful in color framed by elegant lashes making you wish you’d brought your colored pencils or paints despite the impracticality of bringing them to a cafe.

You’re snapped out of your near meditative state when he gets up to leave. It’s a snap decision then when you move your pencil with a flourish in the corner of the page before beginning to quickly pack up your things. You doubt you’ll catch him before he vanishes into the bustling streets but you have to try.

You nearly stumble right into his back when you step out beneath the cafe’s awning. 

“-Oh no, I forgot to bring my umbrella” You catch him saying, dismay lacing his voice as he stares out at the rain now pouring onto the streets, flowing over stone tiles like a man made river.

At your side your fingers smooth over the handle of your umbrella before you step forward. Your heart flutters just like the sound of your umbrella opening. You lift your gaze in time with your umbrella as you bring it high enough to cover both of you if you were to step out into the rain at the same time. Your eyes meet. “If you don’t have too far to go I can walk you to wherever it is you need to go?”

Dark blonde eyebrows rise toward his hairline. “Oh goodness I couldn’t impose like that. I really appreciate it though.” And even if he says that  there’s clear doubt clouding his eyes as he looks into the downpour. 

“You’re not imposing if I’m offering. If you’re going somewhere in the city it’s no trouble at all to make sure you don’t get entirely soaked.” 

He sighs but smiles a little. “If you’re really sure.”

“I am,” you say with a nod, proud of yourself for getting up the courage to speak with this pretty stranger. Not only that but you’ve gotten yourself the chance to spend at least a short bit of time with him. 

You go to fall into step beside him as he steps out from the awning only to hear him hiss, one of the ribs of your umbrella catching his hair due to your difference in height. “Ah! I’m so sorry, here allow me to” -you both hold the umbrella steady so as not to tug on his hair further.

“It’s alright really,” he says as your hands brush while you gently free his hair. You rock back from standing on your toes to flats of your feet.

 “Maybe.. You should carry the umbrella instead?” you offer while hoping that heat in your cheeks isn't obvious to him. “I may be a bit too short to hold this above your head the whole way.”

His wince morphs into a lil smile and a laugh. “Yes I think that might be a good idea.” Lightly calloused fingers brush against your own as he takes the offered umbrella. “Shall we?” he nods toward the stone path. 

This time when the two of you step forward it’s much more successful, no tangled hair or embarrassment, just the muted sounds of footsteps on wet stone. He’s mindful despite his longer stride he walks at a pace that allows him to keep in step with you so that you stay dry. 

“How far is it that you need to go?”  You tilt your head a bit as you glance up at him.

“Not terribly far. The worst of it is that it’s a bit of an incline the whole way so I hope that’s alright with you.” 

“Oh! Not at all. I kinda figured we may have to do a bit of walking up and down. Sort of what I’ve come to expect in Sumeru city, “ you give a small shrug of your shoulders.

He nods. “Hmm. It’s better than stairs but it’s often not as accessible as it could be. A large elevator like in port Ormos could certainly be of benefit.” Somehow you get the feeling he was saying that more to himself than you.

“Something like that would be helpful, it would also be good for getting bulk goods around the city. There’s actually an elevator like that in Yilong Warf in the north most part of Liyue. It links the lower and upper sections of the city that are separated by a waterfall so it’s essential but some of it’s accessibility is hampered by the fact that you need to take stairs on and off of it. At least if I’m recalling correctly, it has been a bit since I was there.” You don’t miss the surprised shift in the man’s expression as he looks at you. 

“Accessibility in architecture is often something that gets neglected unfortunately, too many people get caught up in the aesthetics or practicality that only applies to the most able bodied, leaving the elderly or others with mobility issues to struggle-” this conversation continues most of the walk, you’d had no idea that you’d hit on a topic he’d have so much insight into nor so many opinions.  You didn’t mind listening to him though. You were getting the impression that he was someone who you’d enjoy hearing what he’d have to say on quite a lot.

As you walk alongside him, nodding in all the right places and adding your thoughts where you can, your fingers play against the clasp of your satchel. Your sketch book tucked securely inside along with the portrait you’d sketched out of the man. What would he think of it? Would it be too weird to show him? Would he be offended you drew him? Upset you didn’t ask? Or would he be flattered? Nevermind how some people feel about the arts in Sumeru still, though he seems like someone who appreciates them if anything.

You’re only pulled from these thoughts when for the second time today you nearly walk into him just as he turns to face a pretty lil house. Your journey ending much like it started with the two of you standing under an awning. “And here we are. Thank you lending me your umbrella and sorry if I talked your ear off.” 

“Ah no worries, it was no trouble. And honestly you were really interesting to listen to.” You chew at your lower lip. “Before I go.. And I hope this isn’t too weird.. I want to give you something,” as you speak you open your bag and pull out your sketch book, opening it and delicately pulling out the page to hand to him. Those pretty umber eyes of his widen as he takes the portrait in his free hand. Clearly taken aback to see himself in a candid moment of joy. 

As he works to find his words and your stomach swims with butterflies the front door to his home opens, revealing another attractive man though this one had a more intimidating air to him. “Ah Kaveh, there you are-” he looks from Kaveh and the portrait to you and back again. “And who’s this?” 

“O-oh i’m uh, actually i’m just leaving,” You squeak in a way that has you kicking yourself. “ You can keep the portrait and uh, take care now!” And with that you're turning on your heel into the rain, slipping in your haste but keeping your balance enough to not land on your ass and make your retreat into the rain. Without your umbrella. Your umbrella still in the man’s, Kaveh’s, hand. 

“Hey wait!” He goes to step after you. You ignore him, all your courage from before gone. Later you’ll kick yourself for running off like this but for now you continue on. As you vanish his shoulders sag. “And they’re gone… I didn’t even get their name.” 

Alhaitham leans over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t be so sure. I assume they drew this right?” Without actually touching the page his index finger underlines the quick signature you’d made in the cafe’ before following Kaveh. 

“Oh!” Kaveh reads your name outloud, almost tasting it. “There aren’t too many foreign artists here in Sumeru, and with a name you should at least be able to return their umbrella.”

To say you feel stupid and embarrassed as you stand soaked in your lodgings would be an understatement.

Ahhh I hope you guys enjoy this. It's very self indulgent as it's how i imagine myself meeting Kaveh and by extension Alhaitham. I may expand on this and give everyone a part 2. Really this is disaster artist for disaster artist and the man who keeps them balanced.

Special thank to @threnodians for reading over my fic and for making me these dividers

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

WEEEEEEEEEEE Hello, I hope everyone is having a lovely Sunday. I feel like I haven't done a Sentences Sunday in years! Thrilled to be back, with Sugar Baby Alex, AND a new WIP. Things are under the cut so this isn't the longest post in history.

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Let's get into it with Sugar Baby Alex first, shall we?:

“Alex, I am not ‘putting you off’, I am thirty-eight years old, I do not have that glorious refractory period you have, anymore,” the blond huffed, “As much as I would love to go again right now, and believe me, I would, it’s impossible. So, surely you can wait until this evening when we can both get hard, hm?” “Damn,” Alex whispered, “That fucking sucks actually, I didn’t know fucking an old dude would have drawbacks. So, like positive is that you can make me cum like never before but negative is that your dick has a tim-MMPHM!” That sentence was cut short by Henry picking up a pillow and pressing it into the brunette’s face, holding it in place for a moment as Alex flailed, “Such a mouth on you, I’m almost certain I liked it better full,” he teased before lifting that pillow, “Don’t make me confirm your sister and friend’s worst fear.” “Oh baby,” Alex laughed, smiling so wide now that he was free of the pillow, “Killing me with a pillow is so intimate though, that’s incredibly sexy of you.” “Shut up, Alex!” “Make me!”

AND new WIP time, Doctor Alex :)

What Henry was not expecting was for the door to open and the most beautiful man he’d ever seen in his life to walk in. He was fairytale prince level tall dark and handsome. Even in the scrubs, his physic was broad and built, and the long-sleeved shirt under his scrub top fit tight around wide biceps. He had coal colored, luxurious curls, high cheeks, and obscene lashes over gorgeous brown eyes. His jawline was sharp, covered in a few days’ worth of stubble. Miles of tanned skin, the same dark hair on his forearms, large hands that he was currently slipping into gloves. The few inches of exposed wrist from slightly pulled up sleeves made Henry feel like he was seeing something pornographic. But anything to keep himself from locking eyes on those incredibly soft looking lips. “Hi, I’m Alex, it’s nice to meet you.” Ah, Henry remembered reading something about Alexander the Great being the son of Zeus. Yes, a demigod, right here in Oxford, that made sense. No, wait, that accent- “You’re American?” Henry blurted out before he could stop himself. If asked, he would blame it on this man’s, well- everything. “Yeah, sorry,” Alex laughed, “Always forget that catches ya'll off guard, I’m from Texas. I’m going into clinical medicine, but I’d like to travel, work with the Red Cross and do outreach things; help with natural disasters and pandemics. It’ll be easier for me to break into that if I do the rest of medical school and residency in Europe.” “Oh.” “But that’s not why you’re here, hm, Mr. Fox? May I touch you?” the brunette asked stepping closer to the exam table Henry was sitting on. “Please. Erm, I mean, uhm, yes please, go ahead.”

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[amara555555]

I got an idea:

Lookism x reader:

Something was wrong. Why you look more…….sharp? Why was there a drastic difference in your appearance? Your skin glowed like a lamp, a smoothness of a baby’s bum, a your lashes longer and acute,your lips even more glossier and your hair BOUNCY????????what in the cinnamon toast fuck is this?

On your way to school in the winter semester you donned a gigantic puffer coat as you met up with your Friends from J high but……where were they? Your meeting point was 7 am sharp, did they leave?

A hand on your shoulder jolts you out of thoughts and you see…………………….who dis?

What stood before you was a boy with the same smoothness of skin and lashes, but his hair….was Bouncier. Lucky hoe. His locks dyed silver and his face looking sharper, his eyes narrower, his lips glossier- the fuck is this?

“Y/n? You ok?”

You knew that voice.

“……Elsa- I mean…..Eli?”

He blinked.

“Yeah, you’re checking my hair- oh yeah I gave it a change.”

Gave it a change? Your hair follicles will give you a change at 25-

“Why do you look like that?”

He blinked at your blunt question.

“Like what?”

You gestured everywhere.

“Like THAT?”

He laughed.

“Little too much energy in the morning no?”

He pats your head all fatherly and calls the rest over as apparently they all waited for your arrival. You peek over his shoulder and see people you have 100% never seen before heading your way-

“Who are they-“

“Your friends- you didn’t forget this big coat but you forgot your Brain huh?”

“Eli this isn’t a joke- who is th-“

You get enveloped into big hulking strong arms and look over your shoulder too see a man bun.

“Goo morning!”

Vasco??????????

You were put down before a cereal bar was handed to you, you look up questioningly to see a blond boy with covered eyes. Ah. Jay. You take it with a mumbled thanks.

“Thanks to your dumbass were already late.”

You glared at……..is that Zack?

“You look like a digimon.”

He scoffs offended before mira put him in his place, who by the way- cute as fu-

Jace just shook his head and walked ahead, he looked the same. Thank god.

You looked over at…..Daniel?….Zoe looked identifiable but Daniel-…….had hair again.

“Hey Y/n! Finally got out of bed?”

You blink and he and Zoe passed you with knowing smiles.

ok what the actual manifesting shits are we going through? Is this puberty? Are we going through our 4 puberty? You didn’t know. Neither did you have time to know as Vasco snatched you up and ran to school because you were late.

Bonus:

You sat next to a bbg Daniel and stared at the black haired imposter who identified as a refill for James Lee. You look over at Daniel.

“If 5 plus 5 is ten and 2 plus 2 is four, what the fuck is this-“

That cashmere cat looking imposter looking fake DG smiled and you physically recoiled before toppling off your chair.

(Someone better check on my baby Crystal. And also Eli mentioned her, are they still talking??????? Why’s that kinda cute? Btw this is you waking up and being suddenly transformed into the new art style and tut hella confused while everyone’s normal. It was supposed to be a self aware reader💀)

[aaaaafro]

Maybe I am? - ITZY - Yeji x M! Reader (+18)

tw: mommy kink, it was requested a while back but I forgot who it was but now here ya go, ya freak! Kidding! lowkey mommy Yeji is hot 🔥

"Aaahhh fuck." Was all you could say the moment you heard your door lock clicks.

You already know what's about to happen, as slow angry stomps come towards your room. Quick witted, you hide yourself under your blanket just as your door opens.

"Are you kidding me?!" Yeji was fuming as she approached your bedside but you're having none of it.

"You're not answering my calls or my text! If I hadn't called your workmates I wouldn't have found out that you're absent and guess what! Our anniversary is tom–... Oh." She was in the midst of lashing out but the moment her hand felt yours she knew it's not worth it to continue.

"H-hi." You weakly greeted and her angry expression changes into pure concern.

"W-what happened to you?" Her loud tone earlier was such a contrast to her current soft spoken voice at the moment.

"Hehe~!" You chuckled weakly as Yeji's eyes grew more concerned.

"Babe, you have to tell me what happened?"

"T-the thing is... I was hoping to finish a few extra work, before our anniversary trip so that I won't have to be bothered with work when we're finally together..." You answered.

"I guess I overdid it?" Ending with a chuckle Yeji gives you a bittersweet smile.

"Oh you!" She was holding her tears back as she threw herself onto you.

Capturing you into her warm embrace, you couldn't help but be thankful for how loving Yeji is. The two of you stayed like that for a good couple of minutes before Yeji finally detached herself from you.

"Now, forget the anniversary trip, let's just stay here." Yeji announces.

"B-but you're really looking forward to that trip-." You're about to insist but she really just silenced you with a single glance.

Yeji finally stood up and gave your room a quick scan realizing the mess that you're currently in, she sighs before giving you a disappointed look.

"What in the shit are you even eating?!" She asked as she collects the empty containers and starts cleaning.

"Mostly, fried chicken." You answered before trying to sit up only to be pushed back down by Yeji.

"No! You're resting there! I'll be taking care of you!" Said your girlfriend.

"What medicines have you taken?"

"How long since your last intake?"

"Have you been drinking water?"

"Why is there a soda can here?!"

"Have you even changed your clothes?"

"How about your bedsheet?"

Rapid firing questions came flying out of your girlfriend as she continues cleaning your room and you just sat there confused whether you'd be thankful or sorry that she's with you right now.

"Look at all this stuff! Babe?!"

"Are you even listenin-." That's when you've hit your breaking point.

"Stop."

"Babe, you're-?!" Yeji tries to reason out but you're not having any of it.

"Uugghhh! Babe, my head's already ringing then all of these questions you're throwing out, I can't even..." You can clearly see her scowling as you continue your defense.

"God, you sound like my mom!"

Yeji's movement was suddenly halted as you lay there in silence. All of a sudden the atmosphere becomes heavy and that's when you knew that you've completely fucked up.

"m... i... am..." She mumbled something but it's too hushed for you to understand at the moment.

"Yeji?" You called.

"I said, maybe I am!" She aggressively exclaimed.

"E-eh?"

Confusion starts to flood your mind as she just continues to clean your room silently. After finishing she then went on to the kitchen, you can hear utensils clinks as she works on something. A good few minutes past and suddenly an appetizing aroma tickles your nose.

The next thing you know, here comes Yeji with a steaming bowl in hand as she carefully waddles her inside your room.

You sat up as Yeji finally reached your bedside. She quickly pulled the bed tray and placed the dish she made.

"Say 'ah' baby!" You blushed and paused seeing Yeji trying to spoon-feed you.

"Ya!" Her adorably-annoyed voice calls you.

"I c-can f-feed myself." You awkwardly replied.

You shouldn't really be this awkward around her, specially this isn't the first time she's acted like this. If you're being honest you can say she'd always had this motherly instinct with her specially for you.

"Let me feed you baby!" And despite the wholesome act your mind never fails to drift into something else.

"Aaahh!" Finally letting her do her thing but your mind is still thinking sus-stuff and Yeji quickly notices with your sneaky grin.

"Don't you dare think of something funny."

"W-what?! You're the one who said you're gonna feed me." You teased.

"Yeah but I was only talking about the food." She answered but you're not having any of it.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Yeji just scoffs before she continues feeding you. Despite the fact that your mind is still running rampant, your heart is still melting from Yeji's love as she just continues her motherly act.

"Babe, I'm don-." You're about to say that you've been filled but you've suddenly got cut off by your girlfriend.

"Excuse you, what did you just call me?"

"B-babe?" Yeji gives you a glare before shaking her head.

"Call me mommy."

"M-mom–?"

Choking on nothing but your own tongue while your girlfriend just sat there with a straight face, giving you the hints and care before she took something out from her pocket.

"Take this! I'll get you a glass of water."

Now your brain's just getting fried at this point, your headache just keeps getting worse and worse but nonetheless you took the medicine just as Yeji arrived with a glass of water.

"Aww, my baby boy's so good." At this point you're just about to give up and let your girlfriend do her thing.

Especially when she suddenly helps you lay down your head down on her lap to rest. Even when there's a million things running through your mind, mostly pain, you just can't deny how charming Yeji is.

"How are you feeling baby?"

"Better." The two of you smiled at each other before you completely shut your eyes and rest.

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"Nngnhhg!" You groaned, stirring awake after feeling a warm wet sensation along your lower regions.

With your head still ringing and a still aching body you have no other choice but to stay still and see what's going on.

"O-oh did I wake you up?" Yeji asked, as your blurry eyes slowly adjust ever so slightly.

Once your eyes have completely adjusted, that's when you finally realized that you're actually stark naked, while your girlfriend has a huge smile on her face and a wet cloth in hand.

"W-wha–?!”

You panicked as Yeji reaches for your lower regions once more. With all your strength, you dodge her hands and that obviously angered your girl.

"What the fuck?!" She bursts.

"What the fuck?!" You echoed.

Then there's nothing but pure silence as the two of you gave each other an angry look. With Yeji even raising her eyebrows.

"HUH?!" Your girlfriend tries once more to reach for you with a towel.

"HUH?!" But you're quick with your dodge.

"What are you doing?!" Yeji's temper has reached its peak.

But you're not gonna back down that easy. "I could ask you the same."

And once again it was a stalemate. You suddenly catch a glimpse of your boxers near your girlfriend's arm, however Yeji also notices this and quickly throws it away, perhaps if you weren't in a such handicap you could've gotten to it a little earlier.

"What the hell?! Babe–?!" You weren't able to finish your little fit as Yeji placed a fairly powerful slap on your cheek.

"Excuse your tongue?! What did you just call me?!" And there she goes with her role play once again but you're not really in the mood to argue with it so...

"M-mommy?!" With that Yeji gives you her brightest smile before going back to your concern.

"I was cleaning you. Look you're dirty right around here~." She then grabs a hold of your member who's a bit flaccid from all of the confusion.

"See?!" Just as then Yeji tries to pump you up to your full length.

"Uugghh." You honestly don't know if its your headache or just the sheer pleasure from Yeji's hand but you unconsciously moaned and that only encouraged her to double her efforts.

"Does my baby boy like it?!" She asked as if there's any other way you'd have it.

"Y-yes."

Another flash of her smile quickly gives you an idea. Since Yeji is already having fun. You should also have yours.

"M-mommy take your clothes off too, please?" You asked with your best needy tone that hits your girlfriend's soft spot right on target.

"I-is that what my baby wants?!" How the heck is she acting all shy after taking advantage of yout weakened state and still be cute.

"Y-yes mommy."

After seeing the eagerness in your eyes, Yeji decides to give you what you want, need, anything.

"Fine..." Her tone shifts into something more assertive.

"After all, a good mommy will give her baby's needs but in return. Mommy wants something back."

And there again, you're on the ropes with whether you actually want to continue with this role play.

"W-what does m–mommy want?" You asked.

"A reward." She replied with a devious smile, knowing Yeji that reward she's currently asking for, she'll get it, no matter what it takes.

"Shall we start baby?!" Yeji asks before she starts stripping gingerly right in front of you.

She's clearly enjoying you squirm naked on the bed as she takes all of her leisurely time just to even get her hoodie off.

In this little game the two of you are playing you've already lost before it even begin as your rod has grown to its fullest; "M-mommy, please!"

"Needy little boy aren't ya?"

Yeji's insults are like adding salt on the wound and rubbing it. The way she's rubbing her two fingers in between her clothed folds.

It's sinful, infuriating, and yet so fucking hot the way she's getting off on just her fingers while your laying there with your enraged member is out.

But can you really blame her? After all you're still sick and incapable of any movements that will not give you a jolting headache.

"Mmmhhhhmmm~!" God! Are those the harps of heaven or something. This jealousy of yours against those fingers that's currently sending waves of pleasure to your girlfriend is really starting to reach its wits end.

And after everything Yeji has said being desperately needy is the last thing you should be doing but to hell with that, your mommy is half naked in front of you with her digits circling her ever so wet snatch as you've finally reached your limit.

"M-mommy, let... let m-me help you with that."

A victorious look on Yeji's face lets you know that she has won. Then and there she finally gets rid of her damped underwear, tossing it aside to god knows where.

You fixed your position as she towers over your face, her drenched core is right above you, like a crop who's been in drought for so long. You laid there waiting for at least a drop to fall in your mouth.

But you've got the next best thing as Yeji decides to put an end to all of her teasing and sit right on your face. No sane man would wish to be somewhere else than where you are now.

As your tongue does its best to dive deeper into Yeji's folds, her moans grows louder and louder as well. The combination of her heavenly whimpers and her smooth milky legs proved to have been too much for you.

Perhaps you should've seen it coming, it was pretty obvious from that smile earlier that she had on her face as she inches her core closer and closer to your face but it's all too late as breathing becomes harder and harder, the lack of oxygen in your lungs caused you to panic internally.

You tried tapping Yeji's thighs only to have her squeeze your head even tighter. With no other option, you just did your best to eat her out to her orgasms.

Lick...

Bite...

Slobber...

You could've sworn, you saw the gates of heaven just as she climaxes. Her back arches before she lets out a long shaky gasps finally removing herself from your face before collapsing right  next to you.

"Haaa~ good boy!" Yeji's hands placed on your cheek as her thumb softly comforts you from the near death experience.

Meanwhile you're laying there trying to catch your breath, even being drenched in her juice. Yeji's satisfied smile was enough for you to forgive her as you finally smiled back at her.

"Now, I think it's time to reward my baby boy for doing a great job to mommy. Am I right?"

With no words to express your excitement you could only nod but that was more than enough for Yeji to be back in full strength as she pushes herself back up straddling you by the waist.

As your member brush along the folds her wet core. This elicits a sultry moan from Yeji and as you're about to pull her into a kiss. She all of a sudden impales herself with your rod.

And again your ears are blessed with her heavenly vocals. It almost did the trick bringing to to the brink of your pleasure, luckily Yeji stops for a second to adjust to your size.

"O–oh my big baby boy!"

"M-mommy!"

Few seconds has passed and she starts gyrating her hips.

"F–fuuuuckkk! Baby~! Holy fuck! You feel good inside mommy!"

Not even five pumps in and she's already a moaning mess. Yeji suddenly starts bringing her ass higher to the point where only the tip of your member remains, just as then she slams herself down, making you disappear inside her.

"M-mommy!" You cry out.

"Yes, baby boy~?! mhmm!”

"Kiss, please?"

Assuming that your mommy will be charitable, you shut your eyes and anticipated a little mouth to mouth action but instead you suddenly felt a sting on your cheek rigth after hearing a whip.

Your eyes jolts open as you see Yeji's disappointed look on her face. She even sigh as she just resumes her rodeo on you.

"W-why mommy?! Why'd you hit me?!" You asked.

"Because you're too needy! Plus, you mommy still  haven't given mommy's request."

Never in your mind you'd think Yeji will be complaining about how needy you sound but she is in control so you can't do anything about it and your body is still incapable of doing much.

"W-what does m-mommy want?" The desperation of your tone is enough to please Yeji, as she brings her lips closer to your ear.

"I want you to fill mommy up. Until then, no kisses for you, alright?!" You aggressively nod as she starts bouncing even harder.

Now it's torturous, you're currently laying there, your mommy bouncing vigorously on your length. Obviously, you'd want this to last for forever if possible but you also want to savour that lips of hers which are now pooling with her spit.

Turning things to worst it seems like Yeji is actually getting off more seeing you struggle to make a choice between relishing the feeling of her folds clasping your member or just succumb to the pleasure and give your mommy what she wants.

"Does my baby boy needs some milk?" Like hell you'd deny her nubs in your mouth.

Yeji lowers her torso towards you and her perfect breast lining up with your face. Like a predator with a clear target in sight, your mouth latches to your mommy's pinkish little nubs.

From a small bite, to a suck, to a complete feast, switching from bead to bead, as it sends Yeji into another plane, evidently from her songs of pleasure. She's so perfect and you're fucking blessed.

Yeji's nails clawing away on your head as she tries to get   some sort of outlet for her overwhelming arousal since her cries of pleasure that's flooding your room isn't enough.

"F–fuck!" At last your limit is within reach as you feel your balls tighten.

Yeji's not that different either as she increased the pace of her humps even more, which you're sure shouldn't be possible for any human.

"M-mommy~" You announced.

Your mommy responds by slamming her ass down so violently, impaling herself deeply with your rod and her walls closed in on your member.

"Y-yes! Ye–! Fill mommy up baby boy! That's–fucking good!" Yeji's final words as she herself reached her own climax.

Loads and loads of your seed pumping into her womb as her juice mixes with yours upping the heat even more as she finally went limp on top of you.

The two of you gathered yourselves, catching your breath and riding off of your orgasms. Once calmed she slids her way in your arms pulling it over hers for a spooning position.

"Mmhhhmm~!" A hum of satisfaction from Yeji as she closed her eyes relishing the feeling of your seeds flowing inside her.

"Yeji?" You called.

"Y-yes baby boy?"

"Happy Anniversary." You greeted.

"Happy Anniversary baby." She answered.

"Babe." You followed.

"One more thing."

"You didn't really came here because you're worried." Yeji was silence by your claim.

"You went here because you're horny, am I right?"  You continued.

"Maybe I am." Was all she could ever say.

[sky-kiss]

Raphael. Haarlep. Bath. Accidental fiendish ascension.

A/N: OH FRIKK. I FORGOT THE ACCIDENTAL PART. Bruh, I did goof this. But hopefully you still enjoy it lol. It’s been a while since I wrote them, and I forgot how much I love them. Sin under the cut.

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R/H: Desire

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"My, we are in a state." 

Haarlep snickers, patting their little brat's cheek. The cambion sneers, an admirable attempt at superiority undermined by the way his pulse leaps, chest still heaving. Oh, but the muscles in the poor dear's shoulders are still so tense, all of him so awfully rigid—a contrast to his softening length still nestled within the incubus' body. Haarlep clenches around it, rocking their hips twice—just enough to choke another strangled moan from their boy prince. 

They sigh, stroking hair back from his forehead, leaning over him. Over the course of centuries, Haarlep has learned what his Master needs. The woefully mortal half of him craves a touch of intimacy in the aftermath; in those scant few moments, the incubus could presume upon his good graces in such delicious little ways. They press their forehead to his, trace his nose with their own, lingering a hair's breadth from his mouth before licking into it. Raphael parts for them with an airy moan, hips rocking up. 

Good boy. 

Raphael shivers. His grip tightens on the incubus' hips, drawing them nearer before recalling himself. Remembering who he is, what they are—how tedious. Haarlep kisses him again to push those troublesome thoughts away, lazily stroking their cock. They have the pleasure of watching Raphael's eyes flutter, pretty lashes fanning out across his cheek. Such a beautiful boy, truly, full lips parting, still a touch hoarse from their earlier exertions. 

Haarlep traces his cheek with one claw. "Tell us what you need, darling. What are we for if not to help?" 

Raphael scoffs. "To watch. To mind me." 

"Mmm, to play nursemaid, yes. And we might have such fun with that." Haarlep shakes their head, sifting through their mental Rolodex to find a form that might suit such an image. They think better of it; it isn't what he needs. The incubus speaks against Rapahel's lips, still stroking themself, listening to the water slap languidly against their chests in counterpoint to his movements. "But not tonight." 

Raphael shifts beneath them, head tipping back against the pool's edge. Haarlep chases the movement, licking up the column of his throat and biting—not hard enough to break the skin. They must yet linger in the sweetness. 

"And what would you have, wretch?" 

So little vitriol in the moniker—just an attempt to maintain the upper hand. Raphael's right-hand strays to their hand, holding them in place against his throat. His cock stirs, pressing deep enough to steal a pleased groan from the incubus. 

"You." Ah, and it's precisely what the spoiled creature wants to hear. Haarlep groans against his skin, leading them in a lazy rock. "You." Such a pretty facsimile of romance—though, Haarlep prides themself that their pleasure is vastly superior to any reality. They pulled back, breathing against his lips. "Where is my pretty Fiend? It's been so long since we played." 

Raphael's eyes, lovely, lovely, hellfire eyes, light with desire. The Fiend is true abandon—no thought, no regard, only wanton violence and sharp edges. Haarlep sees the acceptance; no need to vocalize—they've shared this existence too long to need that. The incubus climbs from their hips, tail flicking lazily behind them as they cross to the pool's far side. 

Their little brat vanishes with a wash of hellfire and sloughed flesh. The Fiend remains, hunched, hungry, its wretched face staring down at them. Haarlep coos. They bring their hand to its cheek, snickering as it dips its head. It tastes them, tongue lapping out to stroke the curve of their throat and up to the incubus' mouth. Haarlep licks it back. 

The Fiend howls, knocking them back against the pool's side, struggling their legs open. And, oh, Haarlep cannot recall wanting something more. 

None of their boy king’s control. Only brutality. The Fiend is all his ambition made manifest. It is a live wire, heat, and hellfire fucking into them with perfect violence. It is a rare opportunity for Haarlep to simply exist, caught in that nexus of pleasure and pain. 

And oh, it is perfection. 

[peaceloveandf1]

Soft Launch pt.5

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summary: welcome to Austin, Texas. After a year together y/n and Lance are feeling the weight off their shoulders of being public. Oh yeah….. Incase you forgot, everything is bigger in Texas.

pairing: Lance Stroll x reader

rating: R

warnings: 18+, P!V (wrap it pls), language

Also buckle up cause this is a long one. With peace and love ofc

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“Brooks is asleep and Chlo will be here in 15”Lance announced as he came into the kitchen of the house we were staying in during our time in Texas.

“Thanks babe. I’m almost ready ” I told him, my attention locked onto the selection of boots I brought with me.

As I finally began putting on the black boots, Lance strutted in, in full cowboy attire. Jeans, hat, boots, and belt with a longhorn on the buckle.

“Hey cowboy” I mumbled, letting his arms wrap around me.

“Hey baby” he whispered, kissing me softly.

“You know I love when you wear that hat, right?” I giggled, pulling away from his kiss.

“Oh really? I might have to wear it more often then” he smirking, kissing me again, harder and placing the cowboy hat on my head.

“You know the rule right?” Lance smirked down at me again.

I laughed, standing up on my tip toes to kiss him. “Yeah babe, I know the saying”.

“So what is it?” He urged me to say

“Something like: You wear the hat. You ride the cowboy.” I said, looking up at him through my lashes.

“You gonna live up to it y/n?” Lance asked me, hands starting to unbuckle my belt.

“Lance, we don’t have time. Chloe’s going to walk in on us” I groaned as my belt fell to the floor and his hand slipped the zipper of my jeans down.

“She won’t. I can’t last long with you looking like that anyways ” he sighed, slipping a hand into my panties, fingers finding my clit over them.

“Lance, ah fuck, okay we’ll be fast” I moaned, my hand finding his buckle as he walked us towards the couch.

His belt hit the floor almost as fast as mine did. I placed my hands onto his chest and gave him a light push so that he fell back onto the couch.

“God. You’re hot” he said, breath heavy as he yanked his jeans and boxers down all at once. “C’mere babe” he groaned, beckoning me towards him.

I stepped out of my jeans to fully reveal my Aston Martin green panties that Lance absolutely cannot resist. I sauntered over to where Lance sat, legs spread, his dick lying against his abdomen.

As my fingers began to draw my panties down, “leave them on, y/n” Lance practically growled, “You know I fucking love ‘em”.

I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and continue to walk to him. Placing my hands on his chest, I straddle his cock when he pulls my panties aside. His tip slides against my folds and his fingers find my clit again, forcing a moan to slip past my lips. I sank down onto him, letting his length fill me. More moans fall from my mouth when I begin to move up and down. Lance’s fingers keep a steady rhythm sending a shiver down my spine.

Lance’s head falls back against the couch and his hands move to my ass to keep up the pace I set. I can tell he’s trying to not to buck his hips up into me, but I know he’s close. Our moans fill the room as my movements become more sloppy and his hips finally thrust up.

“Ah fuck, y/n I’m close” he groaned, moving his hands to cup my breasts.

I shivered again as I felt my release approaching. The stimulation at my breasts elicited more moans as my movements became erratic.

My orgasm hit me with a wave of pleasure as I continued to move on top of Lance.

“Fuck, that’s it babe” he groaned, hand returning to my clit, guiding me through the orgasm. “Ah I’m close. Where?” He questioned me.

Without thinking, too distracted from the pleasure I gasped “in”. And that did it for him. I felt his release fill me as I continued to ride out my orgasm. My hips slowed and Lance’s hands returned to my waist, helping me off of him.

“That was…” I started

“Hot.” He finished

“Shit. Yeah it was” I giggled collecting my clothes from the floor. “I’m gonna go clean up. Wait for Chlo please” I said, walking to the bathroom.

“Wow. You don’t want to cuddle” he jokes grabbing his pants.

“Shut up” I yell to him.

As I finish cleaning up I walk back into the living room, “do I have sex hair?” I ask him.

“No you’re good babe. Besides it’s Chloe coming, not my dad” he chuckles, looping his belt through his jeans.

Rolling my eyes, I groaned “Lance. It’s gross either way. And besides I don’t want all your friends knowing we just fucked.”

His laugh was cut off by a knock on the door, signaling Chloe’s arrival. I hastily fixed my hair again and placed Lance’s hat on the table.

“Hi, Chlo” I say, grabbing my hat, boots, and bag and walking into the front hall.

“So he’s out like a light. He shouldn’t wake up, but if he does, just call me and I’ll come straight home.” I reassure her, pulling my boots on.

“Y/n, no no I’ll be fine. I don’t want you cutting the night short. I got it.” She said, pulling me into a hug.

“Okay, Chlo. If you need anything at all please call us. We should be back before 1:30” Lance spoke up, practically pulling me out the door, clearly eager to get to dinner.

“Have fun kids” she laughed at us, before closing the door.

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The car ride home from dinner was quiet for the most part. Lance’s hand stayed on my thigh the whole ride. Country music filling the car. He was really playing into this whole cowboy themed week. I think it’s cute how he immerses himself into the culture of wherever he is that week.

His humming stopped abruptly and that signaled to me he was thinking hard.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I said, raising my brows.

“Just thinking” he said, giving absolutely no insight to said thoughts.

“About….” I pry.

“I love y/n” he offered.

“I love you too” I offer back, “that all?”

“We didn’t do anything special for our anniversary.” He sighed, letting it out.

“Oh Lance, it’s okay. We were both working. We don’t need anything special” I grip his hand to reassure him.

“Nah babe. I just want you to know how much I care about you.” He says, bringing his lips to my hand.

“Can I ask what prompted this” I giggle, squeezing his hand again.

“I mean it’s just random. Seeing the way you are with the family and friends and Brooks of course. Like-it’s been a long time coming. I can’t describe it. You just… I’ve never been like this before. You know? Like open and carefree.” He finally blurted out as we reached a red light.

“Lance, I honestly do not know what I’d do without you. YOU make me carefree, not the other way around.” I say, looking at him with a smile on my face.

“I want to tell you,I’m not asking now. But I’m letting you know. You’re the endgame, y/n.” He said, squeezing my hand.

My heart felt like it stopped. Did I hear him right? The endgame. I’m so hesitant about those things because I thought Matt was my endgame, “the one” but Lance is… I mean he’s so much different than Matt in the best way possible. He’s the one in the ways Matt was and wasn’t. I’d never even thought about it that much before this. But now…It’s crystal clear. He’s my endgame too.

All I can do is look at him. I’m thankful that the only light outside is the red of the traffic signal and he can’t see my eyes watering right now.

“You’re mine too.” I say, kissing him as the light turns green.

[rfxiii]

Happy Late Halloween

(I wrote a story about Michael dressed up in that cop uniform but then forgot to post it. Oops.)

*TW: Smut

He’d shown up at your apartment after a job for Devin Weston. He’s normally so well dressed in his name brand clothing from Ponsonby’s. But today he shows up a little differently. The uniform button up he’s wearing fits perfectly, the pants hug him in all the right places- perfectly accentuating his ass and legs while giving a clear outline of his cock against his thigh, and the sunglasses he gazes at you over are the cherry on top. His boots creak a bit as he rocks on his heels and rests in the doorway of your home- his arm propped against the frame as he smirks down at you.

“Evening, angel.”

You bite back a giggle, batting your lashes at him while you take in how absolutely sexy he looks in that uniform, “Evening, officer. How can I help you?”

His smirk grows into a full blown grin before he schools his expression. He’d hoped you’d be into this, “Well, I’m actually out responding to a complaint. Apparently one of your neighbors called about a noise disturbance.”

You gasp softly, putting a hand to your chest and giving him your best look of surprise, “Noise? It’s just been me here, all alone, all day. Did they say what kind of noise?”

He leans in a bit closer, lowering his glasses and trapping you in the enthralling blue of his gaze, “A pretty thing like you getting left home alone all day? Now that’s hard to believe. Ya see, the call said they heard screaming.. Said they could hear you all across this floor moaning and yelling, saying some man’s name.”

You bite your lip softly, looking away with a flush on your cheeks, “Oh.. That..” His eyes light up as you play along, hanging on your every word while his cock strains against the tight fabric of his policeman’s uniform.

“Yeah. That. So? Go ahead. What exactly were you doing this afternoon?” Michael presses, tilting your chin up with the tip of his finger.

You turn away, looking at him from under your lashes, “Well-… My boyfriend.. He’s away a lot.. I’m home alone.. I miss him. I get lonely.. So, I guess I-.. I was-.. Thinking about him..”

He’d caught you..about two weeks ago. He’d come to see you later than usual that night. You had been lonely- had been thinking of him. You’d given him a key a long time ago but you hadn’t expected him to walk in and find you…taking care of yourself. He’d stood there for a bit before announcing himself- listening to you gasping, moaning, crying his name as you brought yourself closer and closer to release. You’d been more than embarrassed. And clearly he’d still been thinking about it too.

A low chuckle slips from his lips, a hand drifting down your body to rest at your waist, “Ah.. I see. Well, I’m gonna need to come in. You’re gonna need to sign this citation. I’m gonna have to write you a ticket for disturbing the peace.”

You gasp softly, stepping back as he walks into the apartment and shuts the door. You stride forward until you’re right in front of him and his back is pressed to the door. With your palms pressed flat to his chest you lean up until your lips are barely a hair's breadth away, “Please, officer.. I can’t-.. I can’t afford a ticket.. Isn’t there..anything else I can do to fix this?”

He lets out a low hum, pulling off his sunglasses and leaning down until his nose brushes yours, “Ooh.. I think we can definitely work something out, angel.”

His lips are on yours before you can formulate another sentence, tugging you closer and slipping his tongue past your lips as he takes control. You pull away to gasp for air and as you do you feel Michael’s fingers tighten in your hair- his grip firm and controlling but not quite tight enough to hurt. You don’t question him, simply sinking to your knees while your fingers war with the belt and the buttons of his uniform pants.

“That’s it.. So good.. You do a good job and I think I’d be willing to drop those charges.” Michael chuckles, still playing into his role as the corrupt police officer.

You giggle softly, low and seductive as you look up at him and let the tip of your tongue wet your lips. You've finally gotten his pants opened, pushing them and his boxers just low enough on his hips for his thick, fat cock to spring feel. He’s impossibly hard and your mouth begins to water at the thought of all he can do with that impressive length.

Your hand grips gently around him, stroking him slowly while you press soft kisses to his tip. Michael lets out a low, throaty groan, gripping tighter onto your hair and pulling you closer. You eagerly submit to his wordless demand, guiding his cock past your lips and relishing in his delicious weight against your tongue. Your fist strokes what you can’t fit down your throat, your spit lubing up your actions and your tongue paying special attention to the thick vein under his shaft. The alternation between firm, steady sucks and playful licks and teasing kisses drives Michael wild, and it’s not long before he’s guiding you faster up and down his length with his grip in your hair. You can take him deeper, it’s just so hard with his impressive size- but when his grip tightens and he starts sliding more of himself deeper down your throat it’s all you can do to relax your jaw and swallow him down.

His moans are low and raspy, and his praise and muttered words have you so wet you can feel yourself soaking your underwear. You’re taking him fully now and his legs tremble from the pleasure as he nears his end, “Uugh yeah, baby! That’s it! You’re doin’ so good. Yeah, you like that, huh? You like suckin’ this cock. Fuuuck! You feel so fuckin’ good.. Come on! Uugh, come on! I’m gonna- Fuuck, I’m gonna cum. And you’re gonna swallow it all.”

His order sends chills of ecstasy up your spine, and you eagerly speed up to push him over the edge. Without warning, Michael lets out a loud shout of pleasure, gripping your hair tightly and holding your head in place as he cums down your throat. And just like he’d demanded, you eagerly swallow down every hot, bitter pump of cum that coats your throat.

Slowly, he gathers himself- pulling out of your mouth and pulling up his pants before helping you up off your knees. He chuckles softly, taking in your teary eyes from where you’d fought back a gag, your mussed up hair, your swollen, puffy lips, and the pleased little smile on your lips, “Goddamn, sweetheart.. You have no idea how much I missed you.” Michael chuckles as he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

You giggle softly, leaning into his chest as you look up at him in dazed adoration, “So,-.. Do you think we can just let this go, officer? you tease.

A genuine laugh slips from Michael’s lips as he holds you tightly, “Ya know what? I think I may just need some more convincing.”