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elodieunderglass · 2 days ago

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Your jockeyposting has enthralled me (certified non-horse girl) and made me curious—how much familiarity do jockeys have with the horses they’re riding? Is it normal for a given horse to have a Long Term Jockey or are the jockeys like. Called up a week before and asked to race a horse they’ve never met? (& interested to hear any Killy lore related to this)

Thank you so much! (In reference to Killie the jockey OC and random posting about horse racing more generally.)

In general, racehorses never have a long-term or even a repeat jockey, and vice-versa! Jockeys usually aren’t familiar with the horses at all.

There are three main situations where they might be, though; if they’re retained, if they’re nepo babies generational and have a trainer in the family, or if they’re amateurs having fun. So with apologies for making a really long post, I’ve structured this as a writing reference.

Retained Jockeys

Killie’s a retained jockey for a stable (very unusual - not many jockeys are good enough, and not many stables have the resource to employ one) and he and Thunder share an especially eccentric owner who likes to watch them paired up.

And hey, if we were unbelievably ultra-rich people with no moral compass, “putting Killie and Thunder in a jar and shaking them together, briskly, to see what happens” would be a fairly legitimate hobby.

I’m not an expert or personally involved in the industry, so if you were thinking of doing some writing in the setting yourself, a starting point for a retained jockey’s life is this “day in the life” video, of champion flat jockey William Buick, TW for discussion of weight.

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Generational

Jockeys may handle horses as family businesses. In real life, “racing dynasties” are influential. A very lucky jockey, retiring in middle age with piles of winnings, often wishes to become a trainer; especially prosperous ones buy a stable operation, move in their family, use their reputation and connections to get owners to send them horses, and start chucking their own children on the horses as a source of labour. The children grow up, stick around home, and naturally keep getting chucked on horses for their day job. Next thing you know, you have a lot of grandkids and horses around the place, so you might as well keep going with it. Everyone pretty much lives at Grandad’s stable together, and then you get cousins scuffling on the day job like this:

That’s how Killie grew up, as the result of several generations of jockeys becoming trainers producing jockeys. but moving to a retained post was both a) the only logical move if it’s offered, and b) an escape from his parents, who are astonishingly awful. and if you are that kind of nepo baby, like Killie, it makes so much sense to flee the country (move to the uk and constantly pretend you’ve just dropped your phone in a horse’s water bucket, glubglubglub, BYE MA.)

Press “keep reading” for the amateurs and then what everyone else is doing.

Generational steeplechase jockey Jonjo O’Neill Jr does a day in his life here. he knows the horses and is doing admin, management and stable work … at his family’s massive operation.

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Amateurs

Finally, in the UK, you can ride as an amateur jockey - usually in types of lowkey local steeplechases, like “point to point” - and basically anyone can do this. horse racing is fun, but you need a license to do it with other people, and the license remains incompatible with owning a registered racehorse. So technically your best friend could share a horse with you, in all but paperwork, and they could be the trainer and you could be the amateur jockey, and you could wrangle your way into actual races with a horse that you knew. It wouldn’t work very well as a day job (the horse would only race like 2x a month, netting you like £300 a month out of your friend’s pocket, plus the absurd costs of transporting/entering everyone) but if you were writing a crazy story in which some good friends and their pet racehorse decide to make it rich, that’s how you could do it.

Everyone else

Everyone else (including generational jockeys whose grandfathers didn’t have the foresight to establish a proper dynasty) just scrabbles around.

Most races aren’t high-stakes! There are a lot of basic boring races every day. (though, if you ask jockeys, there is apparently never quite enough work.)

horses might live at the stable of their owner but more commonly their trainer (some owners are both).

Jockeys cannot own racehorses themselves.

In the UK racecourses are randomly scattered around the country, usually hours away from each other. They all usually have several races every day.

Jockeys in the UK are paid £157.90 for Flat jockeys and £214.63 for jumps riders per race. They get this flat rate for everyone, whether they’re experienced or not! Their expenses are fairly high, and as freelancers they have to cover them all. The real attraction pay-wise is that they get a “cut of the purse” (percentage of prize money) if they win first, second or third place in a race. It’s a small percentage that they have to share with their agent, but there are sometimes some super-big stakes, where you can earn your year’s wages all at once.

Of course, you need to be piloting a pretty good horse in a high-stakes race to have a shot at that.

jockeys are a rare professional athlete that work every day, and they want (but are never guaranteed to get) a few rides every day. This usually means travelling across the UK constantly every day.

Racehorses usually only race once a week or less. They definitely don’t “work” as often! Their schedules rarely match up to jockeys. Driving them around the place is also a huge pain.

Jockeys live all over, and most of them are known to spend several times more hours driving between jobs than they ever spend sitting on horses. They get up very early each day, often “riding out” (doing early morning horse exercise) for trainers before hitting the road, often driving for several hours between races. This has been flagged in many sports medicine papers as one of their many wellbeing risks.

At any rate, with hundreds of jockeys travelling randomly around the country, getting injured and suspended and with stats fluctuating constantly, trainers work through agents to book jockeys - often not getting the one they want.

There are also considerations like trainer suddenly deciding they want to get a different (better) rider instead, leading to the one they booked getting “jocked off”.

All of everyone’s stats, from horses to jockeys, are publicly available, and everyone can study them obsessively. Trainers will request jockeys who have attractive stats - that’s not just “winning” stats, but weight/strategy/experience that might match the horse (+ terrain + conditions, etc). In their turn, jockeys with better options may turn down an offer of a horse with terrible form (I.e. a big loser, or a dangerous animal, or one that looks incredibly dodgy in race videos.)

Often trainers try to get the same jockey for their horse, but in all this chaos it’s not always possible, and everyone has to constantly pursue their own best interests.

Particularly winning jockeys and particularly influential trainers may gradually come together in working relationships, and as a horse gradually emerges as a favourite and the stakes rise, you’ll start to see it working more often with the same people. For example, in the Grand National, the jockeys will probably know the horses.

In conclusion, it’s common for the first time the jockey touches the horse to be when they’re thrown on top of it, prior to the race.

They get around this by studying form (race statistics), watching videos of the horse, and of course speaking to the trainer about their desires/instructions/strategy.

OKAY that is the MOST information that I could possibly have given!! I don’t know why I know all this!!! Thanks!!

#jockeyposting 🏇#Killie #I’m not recommending you watch these videos because they’re quite boring and I hate watching videos myself #but I would feel bad if I wasn’t including primary sources when discussing someone else’s day job #also in the William Buick one at 11:45 you get to see him making himself into a popsicle #and the light leaves his eyes which is very amusing #I was also like URGG should I talk about Godolphin or not #and decided this was already too much work but we. GODOLPHIN. they’re untouchable.#they have unlimited resources because royal billionaire. there you go.

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lunarsworld · 2 days ago

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ʚଓ i’m your babydoll…

warnings: MDNI, 18+, unprotected p in v, overstimulating, the L bomb, dirty talk/explicitness pairing: smallville!clark x f!reader

as soon as you moved to smallville, you had every single persons head turning. the way your hips swayed, your short shorts, and every inch of your exposed skin had the towns teenagers in a frenzy. but one boy in particular caught your eye. what immediately made clark appealing to you was just his sheer size. every man you ever hookedup with was definitely tall, but compared to them clark was an absolute fucking machine.

just for shits and giggles one day, you and lana went to watch a bunch of the guys play basketball. and they just so happened to get so sweaty and hot that they took their shirts off! for the entire rest of the scrimmage, your eyes never left clarks. and oh boy did he notice.

after it ended, like always, you ran up to him with a bottle of ice cold water. when he grabbed it from you, his hands almost fully covered yours and the thought of what he could do with them made you whimper. “you alright?” he questions. you just nod your head in response and look into his eyes, praying and hoping he could make a move. but clark was nervous. so fucking nervous. the way your little ripped jean shorts showed the bottom of your ass? how he could practically see your nipples poking out of your tank top? the poor boy thought he was genuinely about to cum in his pants from just that.

“can we hangout? kinda bored and i have nothing else to do at home…” you muttered out of sheer embarrassment. never in your life has a man made you this dripping, especially considering the fact clark hadn’t even touched you yet. “yea we can chill in the loft or whatever you want. just get in the truck.” he answered, patting the roof of his truck.

30 minutes into the drive and clark found himself pulling over to a cleared space on the side of the road and with you on top of him. grinding your clothed bud against his hardness was so agonizing for you both. “let’s get these off- please,” he begged. to think you were scared of this boy when he was practically whimpering under you just baffled you. you leaned back and let him unbutton your jeans, almost ripping them off with the sheer amount of force, and he started instinctively rubbing his fingers along your clit. “fuck clark. just like that.” you moan into his mouth. as your grinding moves faster against his hips and he can tell your getting close he pulls his fingers away. you whine at the loss of contact but your whole demeanor changes when you look at where clark traded his hands to. he undoes his belt, pulls down his pants, and for the first time in your life you were nervous.

again, like before, you’ve seen all sizes and girths, but clark kent was genuinely inhuman. the length of his cock seemingly would hit up to your belly button if he were all the way in, and his width looked like he could tear you in half with it. “everything alright, baby? your staring ya’know.” he mutters, scared that you’re silently judging him. “no its just i don’t know if it’ll fit.” you whine, putting on an innocent front. you want need clark to lose control. “i’ll go nice and slow for ya, how that sound?” he says, slowly shifting your hips so your hovering over his cock. you slowly begin to sit down, taking in his length. you’re only about halfway down his dick when you wore yourself out. “c’mon, only a little more to go.” clark pleaded and as soon as you hear his little whimper and you squeezed around him and felt his dick twitch inside you, you couldn’t do it anymore. “just use me clark. want you to fuck me like a toy.” you whimper.

that was all the confirmation clark needed. as soon as those words left your mouth he began pounding into you at an unfathomable speed. he hits your g-spot over and over again until your squirting on his dick for the third time. clark wastes no time after that adjusting you into the backseat to finish you off in a mating press. he’s pumping in and out of you slower than before, but this round he’s savoring because now he’s finally ready to cum. he looks at your fucked out eyes, the sweat beading down your forehead, the marks left on your tits, and, his favorite, listens to your broken words. he was relishing in the way your voice was so hoarse and the fact you could barely speak because of his dick. he fucked you dumb. and now you were his. “my fuckin needy girl- yea? gonna cum all on my cock again? fuckin love this shit, love you-” he cuts himself off when he comes in you. and when you come with him as the exact same time, thats how he knows. “good girl, now lets head to the loft and get you cleaned up.” he says, acting like you can really fully process what just happened. “and if you’re good maybe we can do this again, huh?”

a/n: hi sorry if this sucks i haven’t written in a while bc of college acceptances and life and stuff but i hope u guys likey happy valentinesss

#lunarsworld #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you #smallville clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent smut #clark kent #smallville!clark

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suzukiblu · 2 days ago

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Day seven of February’s second weekly WIP behind the cut, final day ( and still TECHNICALLY in before midnight!! ); “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Well, we’ve arrived at your final resting place, Mr. Kent and young Mr. Kent,” Alfred informs them mildly as he turns off into the driveway up to Wayne Manor, which absolutely cannot actually be the local Bruce Wayne’s actual base of operations. Kon doesn’t care if the dude thinks he’s a version of Clark, there is no Batman who would just bring a couple of strange Kryptonians home without at least locking some blue K on them, whether one of them is a scared ten year-old or not, and the local blue kryptonite won’t even work on them!

Except the moment the car stops in front of the front door and he can focus his TTK without the wheels spinning blurring anything, he absolutely can in fact feel the Batcave and all the connected cave systems that are sprawling underneath the place and clearly, like, functional and active.

Really, he could feel that even through the wheels, they weren’t going anywhere near fast enough to actually blur his senses, but he just assumed he was somehow hallucinating that or something. Except he is definitely not, because he definitely does feel it. His X-ray vision is blocked by lead-heavy mineral deposits and there’s soundproofing and temperature control in the way of his super-hearing and infrared vision and knowing Batman there’s probably some random magic shit he got Zatanna to set up mixed in there, but his TTK can still feel a very obvious Batcave down there without even trying.

Which, like–TTK is not really a power most people know to plan for or know how to plan for, given it’s basically just him and Match who have any remotely-developed versions of it and Match’s is kinda fucked-up with some of the degradation issues and all, and even red sun and kryptonite don’t totally cancel it out–plus those both have to be directed at him to do anything anyway, not his TTK itself–so like, yeah, in a reality where he maybe does not even actually exist–apparently does not even actually exist–prooooobably the local Batman did not ever solve that particular puzzle, no.

This is definitely a trap. This has gotta be a trap.

Alfred gets out and opens the car door for them with a polite incline of his head and Kon gets absolutely zero bad vibes off him, and has literally no idea what the fuck is going on with this weird-ass reality.

“Okayyyyy,” he says slowly, and gets out of the car. Jon gets out behind him and grabs the back of his jacket, pressing up close against his back. Alfred closes the door; gives them both a pleasant little smile.

“Allow me to get the door,” he says as he heads for said door, and also: “Earl Grey or oolong?”

“Assam,” Kon says at the exact same time as Jon–zero percent surprisingly–says “Ceylon,” because all else aside, that was absolutely a test. Alfred never serves a guest Earl Grey unless he wants them to fuck off immediately and can’t be trusted to make oolong without putting milk in it, which is a crime against a drink that Kon doesn’t even particularly like but also a crime that he absolutely cannot handle right now.

“Of course, sirs,” Alfred says, sparing them both a briefly thoughtful look before opening the door and holding it for them. Kon doesn’t really know what to take from that; did the guy expect something different?

. . . actually, what does Clark drink when he comes over, Kon genuinely does not even know, he has been in the Batcave maybe four or five times max, and basically every single one was an apocalypse-level scenario that Batman was not actually on-planet for, except for the one time it was an apocalypse-level scenario that Kon was the only Kryptonian-class heavy-hitter who was League-vetted on-planet for. Which sure had been . . . an experience, as an experience. Like, a very weird and annoying and frustrating experience. Also Luthor’d already hacked his comms earlier that day to say some snide bullshit and try to boss him around about how to deal with said apocalypse, so that hadn’t really helped with his mood at the time either.

But yeah, either way, he’s definitely never drunk Bat-tea with Clark. He’s pretty sure he’s only seen the dude drink coffee or whatever Ma’s got the kettle, in fact. So like, god knows what Alfred’s even thinking right now, because given Kon’s luck he either picked the exact thing Clark always drinks or something Clark just straight-up fucking hates.

Probably the latter, given, again, Kon’s luck.

This is totally a Bat-trap and they are totally gonna die here and he is totally gonna be embarrassed as fuck about it, he thinks resignedly, and then just heads into the manor with Jon still basically clinging to his back and seeming nervous again.

“Thanks, man,” he says to Alfred, and then feels–

Oh, okay. That’s actually even weirder, Kon thinks, and tips back his head to blink up at the landing at the top of the entryway stairs where a presumably-local-but-who-knows Dick Grayson is leaning over the railing with a delighted grin on his face along with the “even weirder” sight that is a Jason standing next to him and squinting down at them speculatively. Like, a Jason in civilian clothes and the actual manor, not in vigilante-grade kevlar and the Batcave. And like, he’s a lot less ripped than Kon’s version of the dude–like way more slender and maybe even a few inches shorter, which: what the fuck?–but he’s undeniably a Jason Todd.

Also his hair’s black? Like. Fully black, no white streak or anything?

So yeah, weird, Kon notes.

Alright, well, maybe somebody’ll explain why there’s a Jason Todd who’s apparently willingly here to him after the local Batman shows up so he can explain himself to the whole Bat-belfry at once as opposed to having to go through multiple repeats of the same information and also, again, just in case this reality or this Bruce Wayne happen to be clone-racists or what the fuck ever or just have any opinions about “biological determinism” or any bullshit like that. Because that is still very much a conversation he wants to have in person and not–

“Oh my god, has Dad seen you yet?” Dick asks with a gleeful cackle, leaning even farther forward over the railing, and Kon blinks, a little startled.

“You call him Dad?” he asks in reflexive bemusement, and Dick snickers at the question and folds his arms on the railing with an artful shrug.

“Well, not in front of Vicki Vale and her peers or anyone with a recording device, but yeah,” he replies easily. “Take it your personal reality’s a couple decades behind ours, though.”

“Actually–” Kon starts, though he has literally no idea how he’s gonna finish, but Jason’s already leaning forward too, bracing his hands on the rail and wrinkling his nose with a dubious expression.

“Jesus fuck, who let twunk Uncle Clark wear designer?” he snorts.

. . . okay then.

“My date to the gala I was at before the multiverse got drunk and fell off its ass bought it for me,” Kon replies incredibly, incredibly dryly. Dick and Jason both blink in their own obvious bemusement, their heads cocking in opposite directions.

“Your date bought it for you,” Dick repeats slowly. “For a Gotham gala.”

“Yeah,” Kon says.

“How the fuck did Aunt Lo afford that getup?” Jason asks, looking even more bemused.

“She did not,” Kon says, because fuck it, whatever. “Like, Lois is cool and all but I could not handle her. Also, she is very, very married to both her Pulitzer and her husband. But my boyfriend's love language is 'spending his vast family fortune on unnecessary amounts of gift-giving', so like, not so much a concern?”

“Your boyfriend?” Jason repeats incredulously, and Jon frowns in confusion and peers up at Kon’s face.

“You’re not dating Mom yet?” he asks. “Mom married somebody? And you date–boys? That’s, like–okay?”

“It is very okay, actually, but I reiterate: I am not Superman,” Kon says with a sigh as he gives the kid’s head a heavy pat, given it’s about the eightieth time he’s said it by now. “But also I don't wanna explain myself to every single Bat in the belfry one by one, so could we maybe convene somewhere and I can riff up a metaphorical Power Point or something?”

“Uncle Clark, are you dating our dad?” Dick demands, looking torn between further delight and low-key horror. Kon stares at him.

Alright, he probably brought that one on himself, considering.

#kon el #conner kent #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #superboy #superfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #wip: mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

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cutiecusp · 3 days ago

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Galentines, a 141 drabble.

Just a little fluff for us girlies, happy Galentines!

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"What's all this for?" John asks, as you put another handful of pink and red in the trolley, smile beaming as you deposit chocolates, decorations, and snacks.

"Its Galentines!" You smile, eyes shining.

"The girls and i get together, bring a dish, and watch rom coms or something together, with a few games and snacks. It's my chance to show the love for my girlfriends this year."

John smiled, seeing his birdie radiating happiness always put him in a good mood.

"So what do you need?" He asks, his Captain brain mentally checking off things on a list.

"I have decorations, and sweets, i just need something for the girls to drink, and then i can go home and set up."

Nodding, John turns the trolley to the drinks aisle.

"Want those fancy straws and cups we had for your birthday?" He asks over his shoulder, smirking at the heart eyes you give him.

"Perfect." You reply, throwing your arms around his middle.

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"Babe, the girls are over later, can you pass me the baking tray?" You ask Johnny, who was wolfing down his cereal, staring at his phone.

"Johnny!" You say a little louder, startling him.

"What do you need, hen?" He replies, putting his phone down.

"The baking tray, im making those heart pastries for the girls tonight."

He hands you the tray, a furrow in his brow.

"Have i forgotten something?"

You roll your eyes, lately Johnny had been glued to his phone, so probably didn't even hear you talk about your plans.

"Galentines, the party?" You remind him gently.

A look of recognition passes over him, getting out of the chair, he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

"M'sorry lovie. Just had a lot on my mind." He apologises, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Gotta head out early today, need anything for your party?" He asks. You reply with a shake of your head.

With a quick kiss on your cheek, he heads out the door, waving to you from the car.

"Wonder what has him up so early?" You muse.

Little did you know, he's been planning a valentines surprise, and was waiting on the notification on his phone to say it was ready.

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"The red ones or the pink ones?" Kyle asks, holding out both pairs of shoes from your closet, trying not to stare at you in your pretty outfit.

"I think the red?" You mull over, taking them both and trying them on, walking around your flat.

You and Kyle had been friends for a really long time, so when the opportunity arose that you needed a flatmate, he was the perfect person to ask. Little did you know, he had feelings for you that you matched with your own.

"R-red's good babe." he admits, watching the way the heels made your legs look longer, he wonders what they would look like wrapped around his hips.

You smile, fiddling with the buckles on the ankles before standing up to your full height, even in heels you came up to Kyles chin.

"You look pretty, where are you and the girls headed tonight?" He asks, focusing his gaze on yours.

"The cocktail bar in town, then i think Harriet wants to go to the strip club, they have a male show on tonight." you reply, a little blush fluttered over your cheeks. You wonder what it would be like to have Kyle dance for you.

"Ah, strippers, cocktails, heels.. bad combo, will you need picking up?" Kyle smiles, a dimple flashing in his cheek.

"You read my mind, if you don't mind waiting up?" You laugh, your eyes shining with mirth.

"Let me know when you need me, and i'll be there." With a deep look, you realise Kyle meant so much more than just tonight.

You lean in, the night now charged with a thick tension.

"Promise?" you murmur, eyes not leaving his.

"Promise." He answers easily, before taking you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

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"I miss you." You say into the phone, Your face appearing on Ghost's screen.

"I know, love. But I'm home soon." A gruff voice answers.

"Did you get my flowers?"

You smile, panning the phone back to show him the vase and the matching flowers, a mixture of the darkest tulips and lilies he could find.

"I did, and i love them. Thank you." You beam.

"And you are all ready for the girls thing tonight?" He asks, his voice softening as he relaxes in his chair.

"I am, nice to have the girls over, but-" You pause, not wanting to add the the guilt you knew he was feeling already.

"I know, soon." He finishes your sentence for you.

You hear a commotion on his end, and the call drops suddenly, you send him a text to say you will ring him after the girls leave.

You spend the day prepping food, and making sure the house is clean, along to a playlist of all your favourite alternative love songs.

The party is a success, the girls took your mind off Simon for the night, facemasks, a movie marathon and enough snacks to shake a stick at made you appreciate your girlfriends more.

Shortly after midnight, and the last girl had gone, you heard a key in the door, and there he was.. With a massive smile on his face.

"Told ya it would be soon, love." he mumbles into your hair as you pounce on him, pressing kisses all over his face.

"Happy Valentines."

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creeksandsocks · 2 days ago

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Lovefool (A valentines special)

New to being a couple, you and Eddie enjoy your valentine's day home alone with movies, roses and whipped cream…

Pairing: Inexperienced!Eddie x Inexperienced!Reader

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A/N: Happy valentines day! I hope you guys like this - i've been working on it for a while!

Tags: Smut, 18+, MDNI, groping, blowjobs, eating out, protected!PiV, kissing, eating food off each other, nervous sex, saying “I love you”.

You finish applying a final layer of Pink Lemonade Kissing Potion Lip Gloss as you hear 3 solid knocks on your front door. You already know who’s knocking, you've been nervously awaiting his arrival all morning - doing your morning routine with extra care, tucking in your freshly washed sheets, making sure you have a brand new pack of condoms waiting in your nightstand drawer - From your mirror, you peer over your shoulder and see the clock on your nightstand reading 4:00 PM exactly. You appreciate that the heartthrob on your front porch is timely.

You bound down the staircase, familiar stairs taken two at time -anything to reach the front door faster. Once you reach your entryway, you quickly compose yourself and smooth your hair down before you reach for the front door handle and swing it open. As planned, standing outside is Eddie, your boyfriend(!). He's sporting a rom-com pose with his hand braced against the door, leaning into it, and a red rose stem gripped between his teeth and his left arm hidden behind him. “Hello valentine” he swoons through gritted rose-biting teeth.

“Hi Eddie”, you greet him sweetly as you both swoon at one another - this is the first time you've seen each other for three days, you've both been busy during the week. This only adds to the nervous anticipation for tonight. He removes his arm from the door frame, takes the rose from his mouth and nestles it behind your ear. He uses his now free arm to cup your face and kiss you hello. It’s very solid and sweet, you both know it’s not the last time that you’ll kiss each other tonight. Once you separate lips, you're still hungry, you place both your hands on his neck and pull him forward, kissing him again, this time open mouthed and harder, pressing into each other.

“Mmm”, he hums when you part, licking your lip gloss from his lips, “strawberry?”. You shake your head, “strawberry lemonade, actually, maybe you should get another taste? Just to make sure?”. He doesn’t hesitate when you give him permission to kiss you again. He leans in and gives you several earnest pecks, all over your mouth. He's aware of the fact that you're both perched in your front door frame in plain view of all your neighbours, doing nothing too R rated, yet. You're both giggling by the time he pulls back and puts on an exaggerated thinking face.

“I don't know if i'm getting lemonade, babe - you gotta give me another taste”, he jokes and jumps into you, teeth bared like he's a vampire coming to get you. You play with him, and jump back from the door, back into the entryway of your house- he follows you right in and drops the shopping bag he was holding in his hidden arm and closes the fron door all in one smooth motion. He stretches his wingspan fully and clutches your wrist as you scurry away. He pulls your wrist into him and he spins your bodies into the door. He's got you caged in, hands on your waist and wall keep you stuck. Eddie bears his teeth once again like he's going to bite you and lunges for your neck, instead of sucking your blood, though, he starts sucking bruises into your neck. Once his lips have traveled down the expanse of your throat, he's reattached himself to your mouth.

It’s wet and hard and he's using his hips to press you into the door frame. You eventually start slowly sliding your back down the door, bringing him down with you. Your mouths stay connected until you've reached the floor. Your legs are parted and bent and his body is slotted between them, he's sitting rather pathetically on his knees before you. You raise yourself and shuffle forwards and onto his lap. From your new seat you press your chest into his own, kissing his head down and laying him down in your entryway. You massage one hand on the taught expanse of his chest using your nails to scratch at him through his sun-bleached band tee and the other holds you up. You disconnect your mouths momentarily and take the moment to appreciate the man splattered out beneath you. His hair has fallen around his head like a halo and his lips and cheeks are flushed sinfully red. He's got a defeated look on his face, though, ever since you pulled away. So, you decide to soothe him and kiss him again. You're sitting on his stomach, just above his belt, letting the feeling of his torso beneath you ground you as you kiss each other senseless. You’re near fucking him five feet from your front door when your kitchen clock starts blaring.

It shocks you both, regretfully separating. He lifts his chin to peer into your kitchen as you raise your head to look at. You are suddenly reminded that you've got something to attend to in the kitchen and start climbing off him. “MY CINNAMON ROLLS” you say as you stand to your full height above him, legs still bracketing his sides. You reach forward with both arms to help Eddie stand up and he graciously takes your hands to aid in pulling himself up. He’s not even balanced himself when you start dragging him into the kitchen, dropping his hand to place oven mitts on and snatch the oven open. You sigh with relief to learn that your baked goods haven't burned and are perfectly golden brown. When you're distracted with taking them out of the oven, Eddie takes the moment to readjust himself in his jeans, hoping to cover his straining cock.

You turn around with the baking sheet in your mitted hands, showing off your creation, perfectly round a gooey cinnamon buns. You bashfully say “They cooked well! They aren’t super even, like, that one's huge- but I think they'll taste good”. Eddies having none of it, “no, baby they look great! Really, you did a good job, they're gonna be delicious". You smile to yourself and spin to place the patinaed baking pan on the stove. Eddie parks himself next to you, placing his hand on your ass and caressing you as you both admire the dessert in front of you.

You drizzle the glaze over them (not without immature jokes from both of you comparing the icing to cum), and plate them up. Eddie, ever chivalrous, demands that you feed each other. So, you eat while standing face to face gently placing the buns into eachothers mouths. You're glad to see you did in fact do a great job on them, they are perfectly baked and taste great. You feed each other the rest of your deserts with awkwardly twisted arms, and sticky mouths from missed bites, but neither of you would change for the world. Tonight alone with your lover (however cringey it may be to say), feeling like real adults and taking advantage of the hours of independence you've been granted with each other. After placing your dishes in the sink and rinsing off your hands, you share a sticky sweet cinnamony kiss before rinsing the lower halves of your faces in the sink, too.

Feeling tired and heavy from your decadent desert you and Eddie bundle up on the couch, the ending of winter's cold still biting you in your revealing dress. Sitting with your butt tucked in the corner of the couch, and your legs folded over his lap, you tuck your arms around each other and wait for your movie to start. My Bloody Valentine, your pick. It’s the perfect movie for the occasion, holiday accurate? Check. Gore and thrill? Check. Romance? Check… All the depictions of love on the screen remind Eddie of the bag of goodies he's brought to your house. He kisses you “goodbye” before he leaves sprints to his shopping bag and back to you on the couch with it in hand. You're both giddy about what eddies got in his mystery bag as he reveals the items to you slowly. First, revealing a beautiful bouquet of hand picked roses. You smell them once he’s given them to you, enjoying the honeyed floral scent. You thank him and gently place them on the coffee table, readying yourself for your next gift. He’s taking his valentine out “okay, I poured my entire heart and soul into this, my fair maiden. Please read it after I leave, I'm embarrassed.” you promise him “I'll wait, cross my heart. To be honest, I wanted you to read mine in private, too”. You hold your hands out and receive an intricately handcrafted card in return. On the cover, you find an illustration of you and Eddie as zombies, the drawing is titled “to death do us part (and not even then)”.

Eddie’s a talented artist, at least when it comes to eldritch horrors and hobgoblins for his campaigns, so its clear that the decaying loves depicted are definitely you and him, paired with a heartfelt caption his most badass handwriting font, the card couldn’t be better. “You made this?” you ask. Even though you know it's definitely him who put the hours into creating it, “Eddie I love it! It's amazing! I'm putting it on my wall, or in a safe protected by lasers!”. He’s bashful “well, i just love you. And I'm grateful for you, and that you think stuff I think is cool, is cool. Like zombies in love and stuff”. He's blushing, he’s known to put up a hard exterior, preventing people from seeing how sensitive and kind he really is, but he lets you see. He lets you know how he really is without protection, he's funny and nerdy and smart and hot and romantic and perfect for you. You want nothing more than to show him how you feel, too. You let your eyes focus on floorboards as you mull over how much you want to let him read your possibly embarrassing (though he won't think so) valentine that you too spent hours creating. You want to let Eddie, your Eddie, know how loved and perfect he is, and how deserving of a perfect valentine's day he is. “Eddie, I want to give you mine now, but it’s upstairs”. You return your gaze to him, with a devious smirk on his face, and a bottle of whip cream in his hand - “I’d love to see it, but, oh baby, I was planning on taking you upstairs anyways”. You both laugh at the absurdity of what he’s proposing, but, yeah, you want to fuck him real bad. So, you take his hand (the one that's not holding the whip cream) and bound up the stairs hand in hand.

After you breach entry into your bedroom doorway, you're once again being pinned up against it and kissed. Hes curving down into you, stray curls tickling your cheeks and forehead, your hands are grabbing at each others clothes and pulling, praying that the one in, like, fifty billion chance of particles perfectly lining will just take his shirt off and reveal his skin to you without having to disconnect lips for even a second. But, (this time at least) his shirt isn’t coming off like that - and you have to stop kissing him and pull his shirt off yourself, he aids you and raises his arms so that he can be disrobed in one smooth motion. He’s pressed you back against the door and is kissing your neck as you grope each others bodies - he takes his hands through your hair, down your ass, squeezing as he glides his hands over your flank. He moves his hands to your outer thighs and starts hiking up your dress, using his hands to pool it around your waist and uncover your painties to him.

You allow him to fist at and pull ar the fabric around your waist with one hand as he breeches the elastic of your underwear with his other, sliding the lip his pointer finger under the elastic that covers your hip and moving it in an arc shape just under the edge of it, moving closer to the mound you really want him touching. He likes the feeling of your sensitive skin below his finger and he pushes it further into your panties, touching just above your inner slit. He’s not teasing you on purpose, he's not really in the mood for being mean - but as his fingers are exploring your sensitive skin you feel depraved, like he is teasing you.

You press off from the doorframe. Keeping mouths locked as you walk him backwards to the ledge of your bed. You climb over him on all fours and arch your back instinctually as you mouth at the sensitive skin below his ear. Once you've left him a sufficient hickey you pull back and give him a lusty look that would send him to the floor if he wasn’t already laying. You grab your hair, collecting the locks that had fallen around your shoulders and twisting them behind your neck, you slide off eddie and present your back to him, he springs up and starts mouthing at the nape of your neck and shoulders, leaning his body over the contour of your while his fingers slide between you two and start unzipping your dress. As he slowly reveals the delicate and freckled skin of your back, he kisses each newly revealed part until he cannot bend down any further without fully readjusting himself on the bed.

Eddie stays sitting up, but reclines on his extended arms as you stand up and face him, letting your dress drape off and revealing your more-exposed form. You've got some tricks up your sleeve too, and are now standing in a brand-new matching set, a triangle bra and cheeky panties, made of a combination of carmine red cotton and mesh. You smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve got him entranced. He tilts forward on the bed and rubs his hands over the small of your waist. Taking in the intricacies of your hosiery. His voice is rough with want as he appreciates you “your gift’s got me beat. You look… beautiful”. You shyly smile to yourself, and rush to your vanity. Thankfully it's located just next to your door, Eddie was able to abandon his can of reddi-whip on it earlier instead of dropping it to the floor, risking an explosion.

You shake it as you walk back, preparing the can to be sprayed over your bodies, while really you had no tempting intentions in your actions, the way you stride back over to him, tits shaking with the bottle Eddie is pinching himself, reminding himself that this perfect, fantasy girl is here and his. He unbuckles his belt and slides his black jeans off, appreciating that his throbbing cock is now under less constraint.

You perch yourself on his lap, and place your hand over his demon tattoo as you push him back. You're no longer sitting on his stomach though, you placed yourself right on the tent in his boxers, which are a red striped pattern, he’d been saving them for today. “Are you ready?” you ask him, as you uncap the can, give it one more shake for good luck (this time giving an extra shimmy in your shaking giving hopelessly-in-love-with-you Eddie a rice picture of your rack). “Ohhh yeah!” He exclaims, “this is actually fulfilling a big fantasy of mine, honey - you better do a good job”, he jokes with you, he doesn’t actually put pressure on you like that.

You decide to go all in, spraying a thick stripe of whip cream from the base of his ribs to his nipple. His muscles tense at the cool sensation as it sits on his abdomen. You once again reassume your position on all fours, you stick your tongue out and lick halfway up the stripe on his ribs, stopping halfway through to swallow. You softly giggle to each other, but you're enjoying how the little wet spot on his boxers grows as you lick over him. You finish the last of the whip cream with more confidence, biting his nipple once you licked over it. You were gonna joke with him, say something like ‘was it worth being sticky?’ But when you make eye contact, his eyes are so dark and he's looking at you with stars in his big eyes that you just dont - you dont want to take him out of the moment so, instead you earnestly ask him “so, was it everything you wanted?”.

“Yeah, actually it was - I've been wanting to do that since I read it in playboy in like ‘eighty four! I wish I actually didn’t say that- so ignore that part - but, yeah that's definitely gonna be fueling my spank bank for the rest of my life”. You giggle and assure him “oh, we're nowhere near done”. You crawl down the edge of the bed and settle on your knees between his thighs. You spray some below his belly button and over the tip of his cock in his boxers, right under where you were sitting. You use one arm to press him into the mattress, gently guiding him back down as you work your magic below, rubbing your face into his boxers and inhaling as you lick the cream off his body, ending with dipping your tongue under his waistband. At the motion Eddie lifts his hips off the bed and helps you shove his boxers off, revealing his already fully hard cock to you. It's dripping with precum, one drip has already traveled inches down to the base, leaving the soft matte skin glossy and sticky.

“Baby, you know you don’t have to right? Only if you want to - I’m happy, honestly, with whatever you want to do. I promise it’ll feel good for me”. He’s sitting up now at 90 degrees, pushing your hair behind your ears, you lift up and kiss him sweetly, promising Eddie, the ever insecure gentleman, that you know he won’t force you to do anything, and that you want to suck him off. You go back to sitting on your calves and get to work. You bend down lick him hard at his pelvis, in the junction between his boner and stomach, at that he's laying down again hissing in pleasure. You start working your mouth up the side of his shaft, almost kisses following the wake of your hand as you slowly stroke upwards. Once you’ve reached the tip, you run your tensed tongue over his dripping head, and swirl it once. At that, Eddies stopped pleasurably hissing and started taking deep breaths - he lets out a full while and bucks his hips up, wanting more. You oblige, spitting thick saliva onto his cock and jerking him off until his entire cock is lubricated. You put your mouth back to work, covering your teeth with your tongue and lips and taking him into your mouth. The heat and feel of your mouth makes him moan, bucking his hips up for ore. The weight of his cock in your mouth makes you drool, such an intimate weight - known only to your body. Your mouth is like magma as you suck him down further, pulling off before you gag before returning to suck him again. You let the slimy trail of your spit connect your lower lip to his cock as you pull back for a real, deep breath.

You're about to go back in, hopefully take him further down your throat and lick his balls when he gently taps your cheek and rasps your name, “Baby - I-” he takes a deep breath and tries again, “you gotta stop, or else this is gonna be over real quick. It’s good - feels really good”. You pull back fully now, giving him space to regain stamina. Without warning, he bursts up from your bed and speeds on shaky legs to your bathroom down the hall. You barely get a glance of his bare ass before he’s gone. “Eddie? Where are you going?”. He hollers from down the hall, but it’s obscured by the sound of your sink faucet blasting. He comes back, still on shaky legs but a bit more stable as he scurries back onto your bed, a damp maroon towel in hand. He starts wiping himself down, using the cool rag to clean himself of any stick remnants - he’s barely cleaned once of his pecs before you ease the rag from his hand and clean him off yourself. He obliges you, and hums as you clean his body for him. His face is wet all over, droplets hanging from his jawline and his bangs are stuck together into thick strands. While a nice blowjob definitely gets Eddie all sweaty, you hadn’t gone long enough for him to be so fucked out already. You decide not to comment on it - but you know that he’s splashed his face with cold water in the sink as he was preparing the rag.

Once you’ve decided he's been adequately cleaned, you toss the rag onto your bedroom floor close to your bed. Figuring you could use it later. Eddie’s kissing you again by the time you return your full attention to him, using tongue and spit to kiss you as deep as he can in the moment. He wraps his arms around you, still on your knees, and fumbles with your bra clasp before he eventually unhooks it, humming into your mouth when he does so. You stand up and sit on his lap again. He’s moving to lay over you, easing you into your back as you did with him moments before. He desperately kneads your tits, wiping his thumbs over your nipples as he continues to kiss you breathless. If you allowed yourself to dwell on it, you could almost get teary-eyed at moments like these; feeling so warm and safe and loved under the weight of Eddie - him doing everything he can to make sure you have a good time with him. The heat of your love filling the room. You softly pull his face from yours and confess to him “I love you”. This isn’t the first time you've said it- but this time it feels different, like, saying it now makes you want to cry, because you love Eddie and Eddie loves you. His brows pinch together above you, and he sincerely responds “I love you, too”. You admire his face before you reach up and kiss him again, sealing your promises with true love's kiss. He confesses to you “I love you baby - every part of you. I want to show you. Can I?”. You nod, you're at a loss for words, if you speak now, you risk crying. Crying at this perfect man who just wants to show you he loves you.

He slowly starts moving down your body - kissing every inch of you as he goes down, mouthing at your neck, collarbones, your inner elbows and palms. He spends time licking at your tits, your ribcage, your bellybutton. He eventually lays down on his stomach between your knees, kissing your inner knees and maneuvering your legs to kiss the top of your feet. The action makes you both giggle, but it doesn't remove you from the moment. Eddie lays his head on your inner thigh and looks up at your face through the valley of your breasts, though he makes sure to get an eyeful of them, too. He gives you a cheeky smile as he sneaks his hand under your bent knee and grabs the whip cream, still uncapped on your bed. He shakes it, preparing the can and squirting some into his mouth. He offers you some too, holding out the can and spaying it into your mouth as you hold it open for him. He climbs back up to quickly kiss the mess of whip cream from your mouth and repositions himself between your thighs.

He dips the tip of the bottle in your belly button, and makes a childish swirl around your abdomen. You're both belly laughing now - taking in you looking like a diner waffle, piled high with sugar. But, he wastes no time burying the lower half of his face into the mound of whip cream, easily breeching through it and lathing his tongue against your stomach. While at times it's ticklish, it does feel good - the best part though is the visual, his eyes closed as his jaw works open to clean you off. It only makes you clench the muscles hidden beneath your panties, waiting to be really touched. By the time he's eaten it all, his entire lower face is sticky, covered in a layer of whip cream. He blindly reaches one arm off the bend and feels for the rag. Still damp, he wipes it over your stomach and then his mouth, taking care of you before he even thinks of cleaning himself off.

Eddie throws the rag over his shoulder and makes deep eye contact with you, he's asking - asking if he can show you how much he loves you like he promised he would before. You wantonly nod your head and roll your hips forward, almost glazing your covered clit over his chin. He understands what you want from him and focuses his eyes down into the gusset of your panties. A damp wet spot has accumulated there, almost covering the entire expanse of your slit. Eddie reaches his finger under the crotch of your panties, and parallelly strokes his finger against you, collecting your slick on the back of his knuckle and bending his finger when he ghosts over your clit, giving you a taste of the pleasure he's gonna give you.

He reaches his hands onto the hips of your panties and pulls them down. Placing them gently next to you before he wraps his left arm around your thigh. His face remains drooly and focused as he drags his pointer finger over your pussy, softy dragging it over your hole to collect your arousal before gently rubbing it against your clit. He’s new to this, you both are, but enthusiastic, and you are more than happy to learn with him. He kisses the inside of your thigh once before asking “can I taste you? I've never done this before- so please tell me if you like it”. You feel pathetic when you can only reply “uh huh”. But, all thoughts of embarrassment are lost when he buries his face in your pussy - immediately sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive and drooly slit. What he’s doing is passionate, nothing like in porn you've seen: disconnected and carless tongue flicks made to appeal to the camera - his entire face is buried between your legs. His hot breath is at equilibrium with the body heat being expunged from your spread legs and his mouth, too, is liquid hot as it almost cups your entire pussy. He flicks your clit with his tongue when he pulls away. You whine at the loss of pleasure and the wetness between your legs quickly cooling to room temperature. “Is it good? Like- that's the right spot right?”. “Yes- Eddie it's really good, please don't stop”. You throw your head back into your pillows and fully relax into them, allowing yourself to moan and gasp as he feasts between your legs. He grips your thighs tightly as he humps into your bed, rubbing this throbbing cock for some relief.

He eventually latches his mouth over your clit and sucks, the suction is incredible, you arch your back lifting your shoulder blades off the bed. He slowly slides his right arm from around your thigh and teases your hole with his pointer finger. Slowly breaching your entrance and sinking his digit into you knuckle by knuckle, twisting at the wrist to give you pleasure. He continues lapping at your clit as he starts fucking another finger into you, he’s at a steady and solid pace when the pressure in your core builds. White hot pleasure Feeling better with every time he moves his head or hands. “Eddie-” you warn “im close-”. He speaks into your wet heart, something that sounds like ‘really!?’, but you're unsure, The hum of his mouth sending you over the edge. The muscles in your pussy clamp even tighter over his fingers as they pulse in orgasm. You clasp your hand over your mouth and moan his name. Once you've finished with the brunt of your pleasure, you wince at the raw sensitive feeling in your clit, ha hasnt stopped touching you, even though he's watched enough porn to know you've come. The overstimulated feeling causes you to grab his hair harshly and pull his face up to meet yours.

The entire expanse of his entire lower face is covered in your slick, you're both desperately panting. He’s got more energy than you at the moment though you both feel fucked out, so he bumbles “Babe, that was good - really good. I liked it. Did you like it?” and he softly smiles when you hum and nod in agreement. He admits “ It tasted… good by the way. You taste good”. You both laugh at the sentiment, though you know he's being honest and he flops down over your body. You feel his throbbing erection brush against your leg, and you're reminded Eddie still hasn't come yet.

With a remarkable amount of strength, you twist and flop both of your bodies closer to the edge of the bed, arms length from your nightstand. You're sitting on his hips, as he paws at you from below. You look over him, taking in the intricacies of his chest, tattoos, his heaving chest and blushing ears. You look down below you and see your perfect man, your Eddie who did everything he thought to do to make you cum first, to make sure you aren't sticky. He got you flowers and met up with you at your house. You decide right then you're about to give Eddie the ride of his life.

You snake your arm behind you, and peer over your shoulder. You gently jack him off behind you. His cock has gone red, now, irritated from being humped against your bed frame. You look at him again, he’s staring at your exposed tits, bare skin and the peek of your slit that's been revealed to him. You put your arms on his chest, on either side of his sternum and press up. You try not to cringe at the gushy sound your dripping cunt makes as it separates from his happy trail. He whines at the sound, desperate to enter you. You lean over and pull open the top drawer of your nightstand, Eddie securing your hips with strong hands as you lean over him, making sure you don’t fall. You blindly rifle through and ‘ah-ha!’ when you find the plastic-sealed box of condoms that you've stashed in there the day before.

You return to your seat on Eddie and attempt to rip the plastic seal of the teal blue box, shaking hands proving your unwrapping efforts to be futile. You press the box into his chest, and give him begging eyes, importing him to open it. He grasps the box and ravages the plastic, using his teeth to break the seal of the plastic and tear the cardboard closure. You then take the box back from him, digging around for the roll tucked into the box.

You finally pull it out of the box and rip one off the chain, tossing the others onto the floor. You're nervously fumbling with the package when Eddie lifts one of his arms up, and wraps it around your back pulling you down to him and kissing you desperately before releasing you and letting you sit up. You take a grounding breath, and shuffle down his body, now sitting on his thighs, just below his shaft.

You roll the condom onto him, looking up assuredly once its guarded his entire length, making sure you've done it right. Eddie takes one of his palms that was just gripping the sheets and strokes himself twice, making sure the rubber is secure. It doesn’t budge so he lifts his liberated hand out you, aiding you and you shuffle up him and hover above his lap. “Eddie, y’know i've never done this before either - tell if it's bad or you don;t like it or something”. Eddie promises you, singsoning you your nickname, “i'm gonna like it - but i'll tell you if that impossible situation comes to be”. He knows you're nervous to please him, he feels the same way with you - praying that he can perform for you even though you're still new to sex. He holds out his pinky to you, and you wrap yours around it. A pinky promise from him is all you need before you reach your arm behind you and line his tip up with your hole. Slowly you sink down onto him, giving the most delicate parts of your body time to adjust to the harsh intrusion.

You’ve reached the base now, his entire length seated inside you. You feel so full, it’s almost hard to breathe. He’s feeling the same way, staining when he asks “You good so far?”. The ache has started to subside, and the throb of him inside you has started to soothe your want. You adjust your hips on him, making sure you really are okay before you confirm “yeah- im okay”. With one final deep breath, you lift yourself on his cock, barely two inches up before sitting back down onto him. You look to his eyes for assurance, but they pinched shut. His mouth is gaping open as he makes a punched out sound. That's enough motivation to continue, you start gently rocking your hips in circular motion. You can tell Eddie feels fucking fantastic, labored deep breaths and small moans. He walks his hand from your hip to your hand, grasping it tightly to his chest as you ride him.

You're gasping and groaning from above him, the seat of his cock inside you feels like the best massage of your life or itching a hellish scratch - finally some relief. You get more confident now, lifting up higher and slamming down onto him as you go. Eventually you adjust your hips slightly, rolling your hips, you stop feeling really good and start feeling great. His cock ramming into your sweet spot as you moan like you're in heat. After just a few minutes of riding, Eddie tightes his iron grip on your hand warning you “im gonna cum. Can I? Inside?”. You moan out an assurance as you start giving it your all, arching your back and relaxing your head out behind you - giving Eddie, with eyes now shot open, a perfect view of your bouncing tits. His eyes drifting from your rack to see your blissed out face did him in. As he cries out, you feel the condom fill with his release.

You slow down the rock of your hips and you feel the throbbing in his cock dissipate as his orgasm finishes. You stop the movement in your hips entirely and he stops gasping out. You can’t tell if he's laughing or moaning or crying - but you know he's tired. You use your leverage on his chest to push yourself off and let his softening cock slide out of you and you gingerly lay down beside him. You both stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath when Eddie grasps at your hand again, grounding himself as he gently squeezes it. You hear his hair slide against his pillow as he turns his head to look at you. He asks “you've never done that before? It was insane. You gave me the ride of my life!”. You chuckle at this joke and tease him “you know I haven't!” you tease. “I love you” he says and wets his chapped lips with his tongue. You decide to a hard time, making a huffy face and wrapping your arms over your chest. “What?!” he questions, latching his fingers into your sides, making you curl up as he tickles you, realizing your sides once you admit that, fine, you love him too. He peels the soggy condom off himself, holding it by the tip like it's a lab experiment, allowing you both to be intrigued by the item before he sings it into the trash. He stretches, almost falling off the bed, but doesnt, so that he can grab the now barely wet towel from the ground. He’s unsure if you want him to clean you up - so he hands it to you and lays back as you wipe the sweat and arousal from your inner legs before you hand it to him, he does the same thing.

You curl up on his chest and trace his tattoos, basking in the sweaty air of your bedroom. You revel in his warm arms, softly rubbing and scratching your back until you've both got enough energy to put clothes back on, finally give Eddie your valentine, feed each other chocolate and eat dinner. But, until then you're more than content to just rest with him.

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revelboo · 2 hours ago

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the idea that the constructicons are too worried about their pet being seduced to leave them alone is so fucking funny to me. Just them picturing another mech crouched down to your home area all “you like jazz?” While they’re away-

Gotta keep an optic on their human, according to Megatron, there’s too many deviants among the Decepticon ranks

Drive Pt 6

Constructicons x Reader

• “If I put you down, you’re not going to run,” Scavenger says, the words not really a question but an order. Those big eyes stare up at him as he cups you in his palms, before you look pointedly at your bound leg and raise your brows at him as if to say ‘really?’ Right. Even if you try to run, you're not getting far. Venting, he lowers you to the ground in the shade of the trees. “This won’t take long.” Not sure if he’s reassuring you or himself. Gently brushing a servo over your hair, he straightens and heads back to where his brothers are inspecting the refinery they’d just built. That’s not working.

• “Someone’s been here. Recently,” Scrapper growls, free hand flexing into a fist as he holds up the ruined component. Sabotaged from the looks of it. "Case of engex to whoever finds them." And his brothers are jostling each other, grinning as they spread out. Turning over the part, he swallows a growl. Autobots or fellow Decepticons as part of some asinine power play? Either way, he's going to enjoy making someone bleed for destroying their hard work.

• Leaning back against the trunk of the sycamore Scavenger had put you down under, you watch the Constructicons spread out. Looking for something. It's pretty out here and it does occur to you that you could try to book it while they're not watching you. Hobble until you find a hiding place and lay low until they stop searching. Try to limp your way back to civilization. Unfortunately, it also occurs to you that if they caught you trying to run, they'd be angry. And if they didn't catch you, there's always the very real possibility that you wouldn't find a way out of the woods, just wandering around lost until you starved to death. At least, they're going out of their way to take care of you. Like you're their glorified housecat, but still. You're alive. Head tipping back to watch a cardinal hopping along a branch, you catch movement from the corner of your eye.

• Venting softly, Bonecrusher brushes a servo against a broken tree. Studying the tracks of whoever had come through and messed with the refinery. Multiple tracks. Aware of the noise of his brothers crashing about, destroying trails as they search, he growls. Scavenger passes near him, and he reflexively reaches to seize him, bending him backward as his brother swears and he's freezing when he doesn't find you nestled in Scavenger's scoop. And then you scream. Grip tightening on Scavenger, he lunges toward the sound, snagging Long Haul in passing and dragging both of his brothers in his wake. Rushing to get to you.

• Spinning with a growl at your cry, Hook draws his weapon and hesitates. Autobots. Cliffjumper, Warpath, Ironhide, and Bumblebee. And Warpath has you in his grip, and Hook can't look away from you struggling to get away. Screaming in fear. Mixmaster and Scrapper move up right beside him. Attack and you might get hurt in the fighting. "Put our human down," he demands, all too aware of the Autobot's own weapons. That you're too small. Too fragile to survive caught between them if they start fighting. What if they try to take you? Mixmaster's arm brushes his own, rumbling dangerously. "Let them go and you can walk away with all your limbs," he adds.

• "You're going to be okay now," the strange mech holding you says as you panic and try to escape. Don't know who they are, but they've drawn their weapons on your mechs. So, they're not friendly. You see Bonecrusher rushing toward his brothers. See his visor flare when he spots you. And then he slams into Hook, Scrapper, and Mixmaster, dragging Long Haul and Scavenger with him. Hear one of the strangers yelling 'Primus, they're combining' and your confused brain struggles to understand what's happening as your six become a giant. The one holding you dropping you to draw his own weapon as all hell breaks loose and you scramble to crawl away as that giant that was the Constructicons roars.

#transformers x reader #constructicons x reader #tf scavenger #tf bonecrusher #tf mixmaster #tf scrapper #tf hook #tf long haul

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soubeomies · 1 day ago

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꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚ 𝓘𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ leehan x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress, other than that none rlly!

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ fluff

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕880

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ive been so so so obsessed with this song lately and its been stuck in my head, give it a listen guys <3

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕both you and leehan were first-timers when it came to forming a relationship, but leehan is always gonna try his best for you!

now playing 🎵 shy love — ivoris

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forming a relationship with leehan has got to be one of the cutest things ever. both of you were new to this whole entire.. dating thing. though the both of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

seeing that valentine’s day was just around the corner, leehan can’t help but feel confused. he has never done anything of the sort. he has never spent time with someone on valentine’s day.. let alone with his girlfriend!

it all felt so foreign to him, but for you? he’d try it all!

⭑｡𖦹°‧

first step, flowers! every good boyfriend always gets his girlfriend flowers on valentine’s day.. right? he thought to himself. he nervously walks into a flower shop, the gentle and floral scent greeting him upon his entry. he inhales the sweet scent before looking around. confused on what to get, an employee approaches him.

“you look confused, is there anything specific that you’re looking for?” she asks. he turns to look at her, “ah! actually.. i don’t know.. it’s almost valentine’s day and i wanna get my g—girlfriend some flowers..” his voice softens at the last few parts, not used to being able to call one his girlfriend.

the employee could only chuckle gently at his nervousness, “do you know what she likes?” she asks. leehan thought for a while before speaking, “t—tulips i think they’re called?” he blurts. he remembered a conversation between the two of you as you mentioned something about you adoring tulips. his brain couldn’t properly wrap around what you specifically said.

the employee nods whilst she guides him to the section adorned with beautiful tulips. “here are our tulips, feel free to look around and call me when you need any help!”

he inspected the tulips closely, the alluring cup-shaped flower that bloomed in vibrant colors. walking up to one that had caught his attention, he calls out for the employee. “i think i want this one” he says calmly.

not long after, he succeeds in buying you a bouquet of beautiful white and pink tulips.

⭑｡𖦹°‧

next is chocolates! what’s valentine’s day without some nice and sweet chocolates?

he swore he remembered what type of chocolates you liked. approaching the grocery store, he comes to the realization that he in fact did not remember which chocolates you specifically liked.

he arrived at the aisle where the chocolates resided, only to stare at them for a few minutes. he pondered over which ones he thought would be your favorite.

he grabs some heart-shaped milk chocolate mini bites whilst hoping for the best. he approaches the cashier and proceeds to pay for the milk chocolates that he could only assume you liked.

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now that he’s gotten the flowers and chocolates, all he needed to do was to surprise you with them on valentine’s day. luckily for him, he had already made plans with you in order to spend valentine’s day together to have a picnic which was tomorrow.

arriving home, he realizes that he was smiling to himself, imagining how cute your reaction would be to his gifts. but, a part of him still wondered if he had messed up anything.

did he actually hear you right? did you actually have tulips as your favorite flower? did he guess right? did you actually like milk chocolate?

though he quickly shook the thoughts away and assured himself that everything would go perfectly fine.

⭑｡𖦹°‧

the day has come, the day where love is practically in the air. he got up with excitedly, before he continued to put on a simple outfit as well as spritzing the cologne that you had gotten him.

reaching the area you and leehan had planned to meet up at for the picnic, he stands and anxiously waits. he had the flowers and chocolates in hand, occasionally looking at the time on his watch.

not long after, his eyes wandered around as they laid on you. in a beautiful and flowy dress. his cheeks flush a hint of a pinkish hue, his eyes lingering on you. you approach him with a picnic basket in hand. “hi! sorry, did i make you wait?” you ask.

he was silent for a few moments, letting himself take in your beauty. it really hasn’t hit him that you’re his..

he finally realizes you asked a question, “o—oh me?? ahahaha! no i just arrived..” he says nervously. you can only smile at his response. “happy valentine’s day.” he says with nervousness painted all over his face.

“i got you these..” he murmurs as he brings his hands from behind his back, showing you the tulips and milk chocolate he got you.

you gasp, seeing that he successfully got you your favorite flowers and type of chocolate. “seriously!?” you say excitedly, he pauses as he looks at you anxiously.

“i—in a good way?” he asks. “yes in a good way! they’re so beautiful, thank you!” you assure, before he could even process your reaction you had already gone in for a hug.

he can’t help but get all shy, his eyes reluctantly wrapping around your waist gently.

“i love you.” you say with nothing but adoration in your voice. he melted at your words before gathering the courage to even say it back. “i love you more..”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ networks : @kstrucknet @k-nets

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sturniolohohoho · 3 days ago

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Behind Closed Doors

sweet!matt x reader blurb??

summary: you get into a fight with matt about the fact that he's kept your relationship under wraps for a year

c/w: angst, fluff, cuddling, swearing, kissing, yelling and fighting

dividers by @anitalenia here

You stir a pot of pasta mindlessly in your kitchen, awaiting Matt’s return. Looking up at the oven clock, it reads 12:32 AM. He was late coming home. Again. Scrolling through instagram, you pause at a video captioned “Matt Sturniolo is my man 😍😍. new fanfic on tumblr!!!”

You knew it was just some random fan, but every bone in your body wanted to comment. You wish you could tell the world that he was yours, and only yours. That he was the thing you most cherished and loved in your world. But you knew that it couldn’t happen. Despite the several long arguments you had with Matt, he didn’t want to make it public.

You sigh, shutting off your phone just as you hear the sound of keys at the door. The door cracks open and in walks Matt. You walk over to him, a big smile on your face, taking his jacket and bag away. He looks tired, but the hearty pasta and a kiss will probably rejuvenate him.

“Hey baby! I made pasta for you for dinner, come on, sit down.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, walks over to the kitchen table sitting down with a sigh. You eye him nervously as you set the plates.

“You good Matt? You came home pretty late…” His eyes snap up, immediately becoming defensive. “Relax okay? I was just out, it was a really long day today.” You’re taken a little aback by his reaction, but you ignore it, pushing the feeling down.

“Well good thing you’re home now,” you say, sitting down next to him to eat. He nods quietly. “I just saw the most ridiculous post on insta, someone promoting some fanfic of you. Sometimes I wish I could just comment “He’s mine!” y’know?”

“Well you can’t.” He replies sharply. “I don’t want to have this conversation again. I’m exhausted and my answer isn't going to change. We’re not dating publicly, you’re not filming content with us.” He gets up to leave, pasta only half done. “I’m going to sleep.” You listen to him walk away, his footsteps receding up the stairs. You feel tears pooling up in your eyes and dripping into your bowl, onto the pasta you made for him.

1 year. You had been together for exactly 1 year. Today was your anniversary, and he had forgotten about it. Like a rubber band, all your self control snapped, you stood up, taking both of your bowls and slamming them onto the kitchen counter. You nearly run up the stairs into Matt’s room swinging the door open. He’s in his bed, wide awake, scrolling on his phone. He looks up at you startled but mostly annoyed.

“Wha–” You interrupt him. “NO. NO, MATT. This is not okay. You can’t keep hiding me from the public, keeping me at home like I’m just your bitch that cooks and loves when you want me to.” He gets up, temper flaring.

“What the FUCK are you talking about? This isn’t about that. I’m not hiding you, I’m protecting you. I’m protecting us from the world.”

“FUCK THAT, CHRIS. You haven’t taken me out in weeks out of fear of being recognized. You’ve been coming home late every night, taking me for fucking granted. You know today was our 1 year anniversary, right?” You see a glimmer of regret in his eyes.

“One entire fucking year and you still don’t care about me enough to introduce me to your online life. Have you ever thought of MY YouTube career? My channel could be BLOWING UP if you even just let me show up in one of your videos, even just a TikTok. This isn’t about protecting “us”, you’re being selfish” Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to get the words out, each one heavier than the last.

“I’ve been busting my ass for this. For us. And you’ve been too busy hiding me away, like I’m some dirty little secret. You know what? I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sacrificing everything for a relationship that you aren’t even willing to put your full heart into. I deserve someone who sees me, who wants to share their life with me. If you can’t do that, then maybe it’s time I start thinking about me for once. Maybe it’s time I leave.”

He just sits there, frozen, eyes glazed over. You can’t tell at all what he’s thinking. You back out of his room, wiping the tears off your face. “Think about it, Matt,” you whisper, before you close the door and walk over to your room to collapse on the bed.

Hours pass by of you sleeping, waking up, crying, then going back to sleep. Your pillow is tear stained and your face is salty. Finally, you hear a knock on the door.

“Can I come in?” You don’t respond just laying there motionless. Matt cracks the door open, walking into your room slowly, and closing the door behind him. He looks like he’s been crying too, eyes and cheeks red. He sits on the bed next to you, reaching his hand out to smooth your hair. He stays there for a couple minutes, just playing with your hair, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Baby, I thought about what you said,” he says in a quiet voice. You raise your eyes to meet him, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“You… you are the most important person in my life, sweetheart.” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “And I can’t believe I let my own selfishness about the complexity of dating publicly hurt us. I can’t lose you. I love you so much. I-” he chokes up. “–can’t lose you” Tears pool in your eyes as you lunge forwards to wrap your arms around Matt. “I’ll make the post tomorrow morning. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I’ll do anything. Please”

You bury your face against his chest, listening to his heart beating quickly. You let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. “I forgive you, Matt. I just- I can’t live without you.”

He pulls you closer, his arms tight around you as if he's afraid to let go. His lips press softly into your hair, and you breathe in his scent, letting it calm your racing heart. “I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, wiping away a few lingering tears. "I love you too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The tension of the past few hours seems to melt away.

Matt smiles softly, brushing his thumb gently against your cheek. “How about we make the rest of this year the best one yet? I’ll be the guy who shows you off to the world. I’ll let you be a part of all of it—because you deserve that and more.”

Your heart swells, a mix of relief and joy flooding you. "Promise?"

“I promise," he says, his words sincere. “I’ve got you, always.”

a/n: all done!!! This is my first angst fic and I like it i thinkk. I probably wont make it a series and i dont have much to say so thanks for reading!

suggestions and criticism greatly appreciated, requests VERY OPEN <33 love youu

#nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fluff

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starlightsuffered · 1 day ago

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Wanna Bet

Warnings - SMUT, teasing, masturbation, lingerie, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, hand job, degrading, a bit of a sub dom dynamic (both roles for each), daddy kink, dry humping, over stimulation, unprotected sex, finger sucking, name calling.

"I was thinking the other day," Timothée began. We were cuddling lazily on the couch. I noted the cocky tone of his voice and I rolled my eyes. I was in for some teasing.

"You have never turned me down for sex," I could hear the pride and grin in his voice.

"Yeah, well, neither have you big boy," I said.

"It's different with you," he goaded. "I don't think you could resist me if you tried."

I pulled out of his arms and turned to my grinning boyfriend.

"Oh yeah," I asked.

"I'm pretty confident in my statement," he said, putting his hands behind his head.

"Wanna make a bet," I challenged.

"Sounds interesting."

"Alright, we'll see who caves from no sex first, but we can tempt each other."

Timothée leaned forward, interested in my plan.

"Okay, so let's set up the rules," he said, licking his lips.

"No touching erogenous zones as a temptation, that's cheating," I listed

"Alright. How about also we start slow and gradually ramp it up, more exciting that way," he continued.

"Sounds good," I agreed. Just the idea of this game was turning me on. "We also shouldn't get anything else involved. So like no flirting with someone to make each other jealous. It's just things we do."

"No problem," Timothée agreed. "I'll have you breaking within hours."

"We start tomorrow," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Well, if we start tomorrow...." He trailed off.

"Take your pants off," I sighed.

***

The next morning I smirked as I went for a jog. Timothée always fucked me after a run. He loved seeing the sweat running down my body, he loved the way I gulped down water when I came back. I listened to my sex playlist to get me in the mood to be sexy for Timmy today. I got increasingly more wet as I thought of what he might do to tempt me.

I got home, waiting for Timmy to come downstairs. I gritted my teeth when I saw he was wearing my favorite pair of sweatpants, and his hair was styled perfectly. I wanted to fucking pull those curls but I controlled myself.

"Hi baby," I greeted. He smiled at me in answer. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.

"I just went for a run," I explained as I gulped down the cold water. I let some drops run down my chin onto my chest. When I put the bottle down, my partners eyes were on me. His eyes were dark and full of lust. I knew he wanted to take me right there on the counter.

Timothée sat down at the kitchen island. I noticed his fingers were completely decked out. He was wearing rings on nearly every finger. He was showing them off too, tapping on the island, spreading his hand out, clenching his fist and unclenching.

I walked purposefully to the freezer. I rifled through it to find what I was looking for. I grinned when I found what I needed.

I peeled the plastic covering off the popsicle. I stood on the other side of the island and sucked on the flavored ice. Slowly rolling my tongue over and around it, right in front of him.

"Mmmm so good," I moaned. I watched his eyes twitch as I continued to lap at the frozen treat. I could tell I was getting to him.

"Would you mind practicing this script with me," he asked, tossing the paper onto the table. I stilled, he knew how much watching him work turned me on.

"Certainly," I growled. It was hard as he said his lines with passion, I was shifting in my seat. I responded with equal earnestly, trying desperately to get him to give in. I was rubbing my thighs together as he said one of the most iconic lines of the movie.

"What's wrong baby," he taunted when I didn't say the next line right away. "Something, bothering you?" He asked.

"N-no," I stuttered and cursed myself.

"I just remembered I have to go shopping," I said, pushing the script to his chest. I was glad he looked surprised.

"You're leaving?" He asked.

"Yup," I responded.

As I drove I tried to think of all the ways I could tempt him. I knew a few things, but I wanted to up the anti. I needed to win this.

I got new lingerie at the store. I also picked up some essentials, but I made sure to get some sexy bras and other things to help my mission.

When I came into the house with my bags I hoped Timmy had not been plotting. I was disappointed.

"Hi angel," he said. "Sorry, my friend asked me to watch their kid while they ran to the store."

I was breathless. Timothée with children was so sexy. He knew all my weaknesses. I bit my lip as I put the bags down.

"I can take her, so you can rest," I offered desperately. He shook his head, insisting he was the one who had pledged to watch the child. I NEEDED to take the small girl from him or I'd pounce on him as soon as their parent came back.

I watched in agony as he laughed with the small girl. He read her a story. He even played dolls with her. She commented positively on his bejeweled hands and Timothée smirked at me as she did.

In thirty minutes, the parent came back, thanking Timmy for volunteering to watch the child. I sat on the couch just watching him.

"I think that counts as using someone else to tempt me," I snapped as he shut the door.

"Nah," he said. He sat down on the couch and stretched. I couldn't help but appreciate his body as he bent this way and that to crack his back.

"That tired me out, care to take a nap with me?" He asked. I knew it was dangerous, but I was insanely riled up. I needed to touch him in some way. I nodded. We went to bed together. Timothée could fall asleep so fast. I desperately tried to find sleep while his hard on pressed against my thigh and his breath ghosted my neck.

I got out of bed early, unable to take the contact anymore. I took a shower, but Timothée was awake when I came back in. I bit my lip.

"Hello, Mon Amor," he said sweetly. He came to me. He kissed me deeply and I realized I'd never made a rule about kissing specifically. I kissed him back, hungrily. I felt his hardness against me. I desperately wanted to love on him, but I also wanted to win.

"Have I ever told you, you are the light of my life?" He asked and I was shaking with need. He truly said the nicest things. I dropped my towel instantly.

"Oops," I said, and bent down slowly to get it. When I came back up I was happy to see his pupils blown out with lust as he watched my every move.

"Can I borrow your eyeliner," he blurted.

"Why?" I asked cautiously.

"Wanna try it on," he smirked.

"I don't know," I hedged

"Why, does me wearing eyeliner bother you in some way? Does it have an effect on you?" He asked moving closer. I mentally cursed myself, I couldn't even remember when I'd told him I liked him with eyeliner.

"Not at all," I said quickly and went to go get it. I knew I was going to have to work harder now. While I was getting my eyeliner, I also sneakily grabbed my vibrator as well from my desk drawer.

"Here you are," I pressed the eyeliner into his hand forcefully. I was still naked and his eyes roamed my body once before exiting to the bathroom.

A/N- so this is where I interrupt you. I have split this into two parts. One where Timmy wins and one where you win. Please read the one you want, or both :)

Timothée wins

Before I could continue my plan to get on my lingerie, Timothée called for me from the bathroom.

"Can you wait a minute?" I asked desperately.

"Nope!"

I mumbled something about impatient actors as I made my way to the bathroom. My mouth dropped open when I saw what he'd done.

"Thought I'd try this on again," he smirked.

He was wearing his Oscar's outfit, complete with eyeliner. He must have remember we'd had some of the best sex of our lives when he'd shown me what he was going to wear. I was nearly drooling, my arousal pooling in my panties.

"Fuck it," I said and grabbed him by his jacket to me. I kissed him hard, and he was smirking into the kiss, knowing he'd won.

"Timmy, please," I begged.

"Please what?" He pretended to be none the wiser to what he was doing to me.

"Fuck me," I pleaded. He was on me in seconds, slipping off the robe I'd put back on. I was pushed up against the bathroom wall.

I sighed contentedly into the kiss as my fingers wound into his hair. I pulled at his curls like I had wanted to all day. I was trying desperately to grind myself against him, trying to get some sort of friction.

"Soooo desperate," Timothée drawled darkly. "So needy for my cock."

"Yes, so needy," I whimpered in agreement. He shook his head and tutted, but reached down to insert two fingers into me.

"Timothée," I screamed. He was laughing now, so cocky, so damn proud of himself. I couldn't bring myself to care as he began to move his fingers in and out of me.

"So wet, and I've hardly done anything. You must really like me," he taunted. I nodded eagerly as he curled his fingers.

"Ah, ah, ah," he chided. "I'd like words please, tell me how I make you feel."

"So good, so good daddy," I knew the name would rile him up. He growled low in his throat, fingers picking up their pace. He pressed his thumb to my clit and I moaned, legs shaky.

"More, tell me more," he egged me on. "Who do you belong to? Whose slut are you?"

"I'm your slut, I'm your whore, I don't want anything but you, I need your cock!"

"No," Timothée replied, as he continued to massage my clit and move his long fingers in and out of me. "Say my name."

"Timothée," I gasped as his other hand came up to play with my nipple. "I belong to Timothée."

"That's right baby," he cooed. "Couldn't resist me could you? Couldn't stop getting wet for me, all for me eh?"

"Yes, all for you, only for you," I panted. He bent down to take my nipple in his mouth. I was moaning, desperately trying to grind against his hand. His fingers hit a sweet spot inside me and I cried out as I tumbled into oblivion.

He removed his hands from me before I could react, and then he was on his knees. I gasped as his tongue came in contact with my heat. My legs were shaky but he braced his hands on my thighs.

"Tim?" I questioned, but he didn't answer. He continued to slurp and lap at me expertly.

"You're so good at that," I moaned, head leaning back against the wall.

"You're going to make me come again!"

A few more swipes of his tongue and he caused my orgasm to crash into me. My legs shook furiously as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. My walls clenched on nothing as he removed his tongue.

He was still smirking cockily as he wiped his mouth and stood up.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what Mon Amor?" he teased. "I can't read minds. How can I know what you want if you don't tell me."

"You know what I want," I clung to him in desperation. "Fuck me. Fucking impale me with your cock. I want you in me, so deep, please. I need you."

My words had made his jaw clench. He smashed his mouth against mine. He was grabbing handfuls of my ass. He shrugged off his sparkling, lacy jacket. Next came his pants and my mouth was watering at his hardness.

"On your knees," he demanded.

"But daddy, I want you inside-"

"Knees first," he commanded, knowing I'd do whatever he wanted. I dropped to my knees and took his long, thick length into my mouth. His hands were pulling at my hair as I worked on him.

"That's it baby girl, just like that, fuck."

I was gagging, saliva running down my chin. I moaned so that vibrations ran up his cock. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to worship his cock like he deserved.

"That's enough," Timothée groaned, and I popped off him.

"Come here baby girl," he coaxed, and I was more than willing. I stood on quivering legs. He massaged my nipples as he rolled his hips into me. Finally, finally, he was sheathed inside me.

I cried out as he began to move. Only he could go so deep. Only he could fill me so full. As he moved he sucked on my neck and I pulled on his hair in bliss.

"Look at you," he chuckled. "So dreamy," he ran a finger over my cheekbone as I whimpered.

"I was right wasn't I, you can't live without my cock."

"You were right Timmy, can't breath without your cock. I want you in me all the time. I want your cum so bad. Will you cum for me?"

"I may," he said, and I whined. He moved his hand down to my clit.

"I think I want you to come first though," he said.

"Too much," I moaned, as overstimulation took over.

"S'not too much, you can take it baby. You're so good for me. You want to please daddy don't you?"

"Yes!" I gasped, in seconds I was experiencing my third orgasm of the day. My walls were clamping down on Timothée's cock and he moaned before spilling into me. I was rewarded by hearing him pant and moan as he fucked me through his own orgasm.

Finally, we both stilled, breathing hard and looking at one another. Timothée moved forward to kiss me gently.

"I love that you can't resist me," he murmured against my lips.

You win.

As soon as Timmy had left the room, I got out the bag from the store. Quickly, I put on the lingerie. I grabbed my vibrator and laid on the bed.

"Ohhhh," I moaned as I pressed the tip of the vibrator to my clit. Relief washed over me as I finally got some sort of pleasure.

"Timothée," I groaned out. My boy sped back into the room, eyeliner only half done. His mouth fell open at the sight of me.

"That's right Timmy, just like that, oh, oh," I was putting on a show, but it did feel good. He had licked his lips at least a dozen times. His eyes were wide as I continued to moan and squirm, my breathing fast.

"Arg," he growled running a hand through his hair. "Fuck it!"

He pounced on the bed, snatching the vibrator from my hand, turning it off, and tossing it somewhere.

"You don't need that," he snapped.

"Oh," I taunted. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm a million times better," he said.

"Prove it," I goaded.

He completely removed my lacy thong that I'd pushed to the side for my activity. He was kissing and sucking up my thighs making my breath hitch. Then he was diving in. He was feasting on me. His tongue was like magic as it swirled in me, tasting, and lapping, and sucking.

"Good boy," I praised as I put my fingers in his hair. I pushed his head down, grinding against his mouth. I moaned his name when the cord inside me snapped. I was seeing stars as my orgasm washed over me. I swear I could even feel the pleasure in my teeth.

Timothée lifted his head, my juices covering his mouth. He was staring at me so hungrily I nearly shivered.

"Come here you." I said. I pulled him to me and then flipped us so I was on top. He laid under me, eyes following my every move. I began to circulate my hips grinding down on him. He was so hard beneath me.

"You like that?" I asked and he nodded with a moan.

"So hard, you been hard all day baby?"

"Yes," he gasped with need.

"Look at you, so desperate," I chuckled. "I bet I could make you cum in your pants from just this."

His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure, but I saw him nod ever so slightly. I grabbed his chin with my hand, making him look at me as I dry humped him.

"Suck," I ordered as I placed my fingers near his mouth. He gladly took them into his mouth, sucking on them as I ground against him.

I moved off of him, pulling my digits from his lips. He whined at the lack of contact.

"Hold still," I ordered and grabbed the eyeliner he'd left on the bedside table. I held his jaw tightly as I finished his task for him. He obediently, didn't move.

"There you go," I said, and began pulling down his sweatpants. He sighed with relief when I pulled down his boxers. He was so hard I nearly gasped as he sprung free. I began to moved my hand up and down his length as he squirmed and moaned.

"Needy huh?" I said with mock compassion.

"Yes," he panted.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" I asked.

"Want you to fuck me. Want to be inside you. Need to feel your pussy," he begged and I chuckled.

"So what you're saying is, you can't resist me?" I challenged.

"N-never," he stuttered as he bucked up into my grasp. He was rewarded by me straddling him and sinking slowly down onto his cock.

"Oh fuck," he nearly shouted.

"I love how big you are," I complimented as I began to move. I bounced on his cock and he was a mess of moans and half formed words.

He lifted his hands to my lacy bra, feeling the peaked nipples underneath. He somehow managed to get it off so his hands could knead and massage my breasts.

"You're so worked up baby," I laughed as I rode him.

"You're so wet, so tight," he praised.

"See I knew you wouldn't make it. You're such a whore for me."

"Yes, use me," he begged. "Fuck me anytime you want, anywhere. Make me yours over and over again."

I groaned at his words and leaned down so he could take my breasts in his mouth. I continued to ride him though my thighs were burning. I lifted up off him to the tip and slammed back down. He cried out.

"I'm gonna cum, baby you're gonna make me cum," he whimpered.

"Then cum," I said. "Show me how good I make you feel."

He fucked up into me and with three more thrusts he was gone. He was whining as he emptied himself into me, moaning and mewling from his pleasure. He looked so desperate I came after him, my walls clenched him delicately.

He stilled as he came down with heavy breaths. I smirked down at him.

"You didn't even last a day."

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amoremagnificentbastard · 2 days ago

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Tagged by @larvasmoon and @nyx-knox for this. I reblogged from the original because this got ... long. Sorry not sorry?

So one of the things you have to understand about Diana is that that woman lived and breathed the ocean pretty much her entire life until the mindflayers got her. Athkatla is right on the coast of the Trackless Sea. Diana could hear the breakers if she went to sleep with her window open -- and she did, quite often.

Baldur's Gate is 40 miles from the Sea of Swords.

And the sound of the Chionthar just isn't the same.

So. One day Shadowheart is visiting, and when Diana is out of earshot Astarion mentions his plan to take her to the coast for Lovers' Day. But Astarion being Astarion, he didn't really consider the details, and he doesn't have much of a plan beyond that. Shadowheart insists on helping Astarion acquire two Teleport scrolls, plus a shell from the coast to ensure that the first of the two spells puts Astarion and Diana right where they need to be.

And that's how Astarion manages to bring Diana and a little picnic to the coast without putting them both in danger. Lovers' Day even coincides with a full moon this year, so their outing is blessed with the full light of the Moonmaiden.

When Diana's finished crying (because yeah, this gesture is going to make her cry), Astarion has to wrangle her into eating first before she goes splashing into the water. So she does that, they share the bottle of wine he brought, and then he can't keep her out of the ocean anymore.

He grumbles about it being Alturiak and Diana's apparent desire to make herself sick, but there'll be a roaring fire when they get home. And if there's no one else on the beach and she's so very beautiful when she's dressed in nothing but the moonlight and the shining rivers of saltwater that course down her back when she emerges from the waves, well. It's Lovers' Day. Of course Astarion isn't going to waste an opportunity to make love to her on Lovers' Day.

That would be bad manners.

After a romp in the ocean they dry off. And then they go for another round on a nearby rock, and oh, he'll have to bring her to the coast again, because there's definitely something to be said for being utterly and completely engulfed in her with the sound of the waves overlapping with the sound of her sweet, sweet moans.

The moon is on its way below the horizon by the time Astarion finally brings himself to retrieve the second Teleport scroll and the ring he brought to ensure the spell will send them straight home. It works without a hitch.

Turns out Diana has a gift for him, too. Once they've warmed up she shyly presents him with a carved wooden box in which to keep his growing collection of threads and embroidery supplies. She's kind enough not to mention the lost needles she found when she accidentally sat on them.

"I know you like to choose your own tools," she says quietly as he inspects the carvings. "I hope I'm not overstepping."

Astarion closes the lid and sets the box aside, so overcome with adoration at her quiet support of this hobby of his -- this thing that doesn't support them, that for all intents and purposes is a useless waste of time, that he does simply because he can, because he has a choice and this is what he chooses -- that he can't find words. And of course Diana starts fumbling over her words, and gods, her expression says it all, how she thinks her gift is nothing compared to his little surprise outing.

So he gets to work kissing, caressing, loving that expression right off her face, until the only emotion left behind on her lovely firelit features is peace.

And here by the hearth on the evening of Lovers' Day with his lover in his arms, Astarion can't even snark about the cliché of it all.

Because he too is at peace.

No-pressure tagging @astarioffsimpmain, @aevallare, @spite-made-me, @denesmera, and @evverest!

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How will your Tav and their romance partner spend the Valentine's Day/Date? 💋❤️💋

Reblog this post with your Tav's Valentine 💘

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lambilegs · 2 days ago

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happy valentines!! hope you have a good one 🖤 wanted to request if it's not much of an issue what spending your first valentines day with lee would be like? thank u!!

LOVERS' DAY WITH LEE HARKER

˖◛⁺⑅♡ note to anon: hiiiii love!! happy valentine's to you too, I hope you have a lovely day <33 omg so I was hoping to write something themed for today so this request is perfect hehe ˖◛⁺⑅♡ music: my girl - the temptations, it had to be you - frank sinatra, always be my baby - mariah carey, double take - dhruv, like I do - j.tajor (I so wish I could link my spotify's valentine's playlist for this, but alas, I can't so I'll just share which songs I enjoyed listening to when writing this hehe) ˖◛⁺⑅♡ contains: sfw, lee and reader being gay af and in love pretty much, not proofread. would absolutely love to hear what you guys think, it always makes me very happy and motivated to know mwah mwah ˖◛⁺⑅♡ divider by: @/fairytopea

okay so first off, I feel like lee would never be someone who cared much at all about valentine's day or saw it as a big deal, you know? she definitely is the kind of partner who feels she should consistently give you that support and care and doesn't really feel the need to designate a day to spoiling you

which is why if you're someone who likes valentine's day, you've gotta tell her so she knows exactly what your expectations are. otherwise, she's gonna feel at a loss to know what level of grandeur you're expecting on her end and she'll have nothing to go off of but her own research LMAO

if you tell her you just want her to do what she thinks is a nice gesture, and leave the planning to her for it, she'll just be a confused wreck for the first few days

eventually, though, through extensive research, she decides what'll be best is probably a gift and some kind of date, since that seems to be what most couples do and expect

her gift will either be something practical (like, if you've been having bad back pain, she'll get a back massager), or something she's observed you looking at in stores (she privately keeps a messy list of things she's seen you admiring in public so she can refer to it on your birthday or your guys' anniversary)

since she's a simp tho, she'll probably end up going with both kinds of gifts LOL

as for a date, she decides it'd just be most practical to decide on that together, so that both of you are comfortable with the idea

a lot of couples tend to do big outings, but you're well aware that lee isn't really comfortable with outings that put her in crowded spaces or take her out of her comfort zone. so, you guys settle on something simple, like going on a walk, then making dinner together and sharing it at home

which honestly still feels as intimate and special as going out. because, ofc, lee gets super busy with work, and this sometimes leads to an entire month of no pre-planned dates. time spent together, yes, but actual dates planned out are a different thing. so, reserving a slot of time just for you and her to talk, catch up and spend quality time means, like, a lot to her. honestly, I feel like quality time is probably one of her top love languages, since I think she'd need to spend a lot of time with someone to be comfortable enough to be romantically involved with them

like ACCKKKKK I'm getting butterflies thinking of it, but I can just imagine you two walking through a snowy trail, catching up, and when you're in the middle of rambling about something you're really passionate about, she's just gently smiling and feeling rejuvenated by the knowledge that, yes, this is exactly why she's so enamoured with you

if you catch her watching you and ask what's up, she'll just clear her throat and look away, mumbling, "nothing"

if you proceed to tease her, sidling to her side and nuzzling against her, she'll just roll her eyes and ignore you, but continue to keep her arm wrapped around you the entire time

when you guys cook together, you'll either play a tape or have some cheesy romance movie playing in the background, much to lee's cringing. but, it's just white noise, really, for the entire time, you two are bickering over how exact to be with the pasta recipe, with lee calling for exact precision and you insisting on a little flare to suit both your guys' tastes

as per usual, she gives into you

when you're stirring the sauce together, she leans on the counter, watching you with intense eyes, feeling her stomach clench at just how grateful she feels. to be this comfortable with someone, this at ease, is a rarity for her. she never really thought of herself as having a long-lasting relationship or partner, content with her solitude and reconciled with the idea that her discomfort with social situations would probably prevent her from finding someone who she truly feels loosened and relaxed with. so, the fact that you found her, and somehow, bore your way through her walls until you got to make a home in her chest, still makes her feel slightly astonished. and wholly grateful.

she hesitates, but pushes herself onward, knowing you'd like her to be open with her desire for affection, and walks over, giving you a back hug, chin perched on your shoulder. you laugh softly at the touch, your stomach rumbling under her arm.

"all okay?" you ask gently.

lee just breathes in your scent, quietly saying, "yeah, I'm okay"

you guys eat together on her couch, your legs tossed over hers as they stretch along the couch. she has one hand resting on your thigh, thumb smoothing over the fabric of your pants, while the other is feeding herself.

"you know, this is pretty good," you mutter wondrously when chewing. "maybe we should just run away and spend the rest of our days making pasta."

"that definitely sounds reasonable," she mutters with a faint smile, squeezing your knee. she hasn't admitted it to you, at least not yet, but she does think about that sometimes. well, a lot. how one day in the future, she'd like to retire and move with you to somewhere secluded, somewhere away from oregon. somewhere that's not tainted with her childhood, or that'll remind her of her work, no matter how proud she is of it. somewhere reserved only for the two of you. it's a big commitment, a huge one, really, but she wouldn't have ever gotten with you if she wasn't sure of her decision.

when you two swap gifts, she's biting her lip nervously, hands fidgeting on her lap as you eagerly pull a gift from the first paper brown bag she handed to you. when you find the body massager, you immediately laugh, your heart swelling with how considerate, and unorthodox, the present is.

lee, on the other hand, is watching you carefully, trying to understand why you're so amused, and if it's an indicator she did something wrong. when you notice this, your laugh falters and you lean in to kiss her cheek, mumbling, "I love it, baby. thank you."

she clears her throat, heat rising to her cheeks from the affectionate touch. inside, though, is a stirring of satisfaction and pride, the feeling only increasing by a tenfold when you pull out the plushie she got you and scream in delight.

"I, um..." she trails off, suddenly feeling a tad pathetic. "I sprayed my cologne on it. I heard some people like that."

and you definitely seem to, she observes, based on how you shove your nose into the plushie then immediately throw yourself into her lap, dotting kisses all over her face, which sends her beaming shyly.

she absolutely does not let you read the card in front of her. she just tells you to do it when she's not in the house and you're alone LMFAO

you get her some slacks, since she hates going to malls and stores and getting them herself, as well as some books and tapes she's been interested in. of course, it wouldn't be a proper gift from you without some romance involved to make her blush, hehe, so all of these are paired with something like a bouquet or flowers, or a letter with a lock of hair attached.

all of the gifts have her, like, insanely touched. again, she never thought she'd be be in this position before of having a partner who she's in a committed, devoted bond with, who she actually gets to spend this holiday with. feeling the familiarity and knowledge of her seeping in every gift you hand her, the consideration you put into all of them, has her nearly welling up. along with her mom, you're the sensitive point in her life, the one who has her shaken with fear over losing.

she does make a light joke over your romantic gift, brushing her thumb over it as her lips softly turn up. probably something along the lines of, "you're kind of a sap, aren't you?"

but, months later, when you borrow her jacket to take out the trash, stuffing your hands in her pocket, you freeze at the touch of something unfamiliar buried deep beneath her receipts. when you take it out, you nearly cry at the sight of a dried, crinkled flower from that february day.

you love her, and she loves you. what could be better than that?

+ bonus: her love letter one hundred percent has you bawling. she pours everything into it that she usually struggles to say. the part that has you downright sobbing is when she writes, "I always thought I'd be satisfied to live on my own, with nothing to account for but myself. But, I'd happily cling onto you like a shadow from now on, as long as you're okay with it. I'm yours, completely. And I promise to always keep you safe."

#ik this got very long and sappy but I can't help it okay I love valentine's day and I love tender ass lee hcs 😭💓#lee harker #lee harker x reader #lee harker fanfiction #longlegs 2024 #longlegs fanfiction #s.writing

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secretl1fe0fm3 · 1 day ago

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maroon pt. 2 ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

“the mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips i used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon.”

warnings: smut, angst, fighting, dom!billie, sub!reader, eating out, fingering, choking, dirty talk, hate sex, happy (ish) ending

18+ minors dni!!!

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part one

Two months, It has been two months since that unforgettable night with Billie.

Before you had left that next morning, she had asked you for your phone number to keep in touch. You gave it to her without hesitation, and she had promised she would message you.

Radio silence. Nothing. Not a single message.

After a month, you had accepted that it was just a one-time hookup, and attempted to put your feelings aside. You tried not to let it get to you. She had been the one to initiate everything that night you first met, and you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. So you tried to move on, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her, and it didn’t help that she was everywhere.

And it also didn’t help that she was at your friends birthday party tonight.

Sitting in the corner on the couch, you sip your drink slowly, eyes narrowing as you watch Billie converse with everyone. The fact that she was even here had baffled you, and as soon as you had heard her voice when she walked in, you knew it was going to be a long night.

You stood up from your spot and walked over to the kitchen, opting for a whole bottle of wine, gripping it tightly between your fingers. Your friend sees you and smiles, calling out your name and motioning for you to come talk with her. Your eyes flicker around the group she’s standing with, noticing Billie, and your jaw clenches. Fuck it.

Walking over to them, your hands slightly shake from the tight grip on the bottle of wine.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Your friend squeals drunkenly, putting her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. A smile falls on your face momentarily, genuinely happy to be able to spend her birthday with her.

She smiles big as she introduces you to everyone in the group you’re now standing with. Billie’s eyes bore into yours, a small smirk evident on her face as she glances down at the bottle of wine you’re holding.

After a few minutes of small talk amongst everyone, the group slowly disperses, leaving just you and Billie standing there. Your eyes meet again, and a sinking feeling washes over you as you bring the bottle of wine up to your lips, taking a big sip.

“A whole bottle, really?” Billie laughs out, teasing you, but you don’t find it amusing.

“Why the fuck are you here?” You grit out, ignoring her comment.

Billie’s eyes study your face, almost as if she’s shocked at your outburst. “Looks like we have a mutual friend, small world, huh?” She grins, keeping her eyes locked on yours. You furrow your brows and glare at her.

“You never messaged me.” Your own words throw you off, not even thinking before they fall from your lips.

Her smile fades almost instantly, and she bites her lip hard, contemplating how to respond to you. You frown at her as you bring the bottle up to your lips, taking another sip.

Billie opens her mouth, about to respond to your comment, but you put your hand up, not wanting to hear what she has to say.

“Save it. You’ve had two months, two fucking months to message me, reach out, say fucking anything for all I care.” Your anger is boiling inside of you now, the wine giving you the courage to finally call her out. "And frankly, I don’t want to hear whatever sorry excuse you have. You can’t just come to this party and try to talk to me like we’re fucking cool, because we are not.” Your words continue to spew out, unable to stop them as they come.

Billie’s blue eyes flicker over your face, her mouth still slightly agape. She looks around, noticing a few people staring, watching the both of you closely. Your outburst not going unnoticed over the loud music.

"Fuck you." You spit out, your breathing heavy as you turn around on your heels, storming down the hallway into a random room, closing the door behind you.

Your back hits the door, and you take another swig of the wine, the bottle shaking in your hands. The loud music is now muffled as you try to calm yourself down. Your breathing finally evens out after a few moments, and you step away from the door, taking a seat on a chaise lounge. You set the bottle down on the small table next to you as your thoughts run wild. Were you too harsh? Did she deserve your outburst? Maybe it was all a misunderstanding?

A gentle yet firm knock breaks you from your thoughts as you look up at the door. Your eyes land on Billie as she walks into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. You sit up straighter, clearing your throat quietly.

Billie keeps her gaze on you, her eyes narrowing as she walks over to you. You pull your lip between your teeth at her stern look, the familiar heat pooling in your belly.

"Im sor-" You start to apologize, but Billie cuts you off, reaching out to grip onto your chin, staring down at you with a look you can't quite distinguish.

"We could've handled this in private, and not make a scene at our friend’s birthday, you know," she sneered, her whole demeanor shifting as she continued to speak. "But you got my attention now, and you're going to regret it, pretty girl." Her hand moved down from your chin to wrap around your neck, squeezing softly.

A small smirk spreads across your face as your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of her grip on your neck. You feel Billie lean in closer, her breath fanning across your face. "You remember what I said last time?" she whispered into your ear.

Next time, you're gonna use this pretty mouth to eat me out, yeah?

A shiver ran down your spine, remembering the words she had uttered that night, her strap deep inside you. You clenched down around nothing at the thought, your core burning with need.

"Billie.." You choke out, swallowing against her grip.

“Gonna use that mouth to eat me out instead of bitching. How’s that sound?” Her voice is low, nibbling on the shell of your ear.

You nod desperately, and she releases her grip on your neck and pulls you up off the lounge. She gives you a knowing look, and you quickly shed yourself of your clothes, stripping to nothing but your lace underwear. Billie follows after you, her eyes never leaving yours as she pulls her baggy jeans down, pulling her shirt up over her head, and chucking it somewhere in the room.

Staring up at her with big eyes, you drop down to your knees as she sits where you previously were. Her legs spread as you position yourself between them. She looks down at you with hooded eyes, nodding, giving you silent permission to continue.

You reach out, hooking your hands under her thighs, pulling her core closer to your mouth. Your tongue meets her heat, and you place a small kiss on her clit.

Billie lets out a groan at the feeling, her hands coming down to tangle in your hair, pushing your head down against her. Your tongue laps at her wetness, sucking eagerly on her clit.

Her grip on your scalp tightens as she throws her head back, moaning softly. You continue to eat her out, burying your face in her heat as she lets out strings of grunts and profanities.

“Fuck, baby.” She yanks your head off her core. You whine as you’re pulled away, your lips red and soaked with her juices. Billie smirks and leans down, kissing you to get a taste of herself on your lips. You groan against her lips as she pulls your hair harshly, her other hand moving to grip your neck again.

“You’re so desperate for me, and to think you were mad at me, hmm? You’re fucking pathetic. You would do anything I told you to do, yeah?” Billie’s tone is cruel and condescending, her hand tightening around your neck. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a high-pitched whine filling the dark and empty room.

Billie pushes your head down again, and you focus your attention solely on her clit this time. You flick your tongue rapidly over her sweet spot, sucking every so often. Her moans fill your ears, only urging you on more. You were desperate to get her to finish.

You felt Billie tense up under you, her hips jerking slightly as her orgasm started to build up. Your tongue ran up and down her folds, as your nose rubbed against her clit. You moved up and pulled her sensitive nub into your mouth, nibbling gently before sucking feverishly.

Billie grunts out as her climax hits her hard. Her fingers grip your hair, keeping your head in place as she rides out her orgasm. You continue to lick and suck at her wet heat, helping her through it.

Her heavy breathing is the only sound you can hear as you pull your face out of her core, her hand still laced in your locks. You lick your lips as you look up at her with blown pupils.

She yanks at your hair again, pulling you up onto her lap. Her hand leaves your hair as it trails down your body, gripping your hip tight.

“Such a good girl for me,” Billie mutters, her thumb brushing against your lip, smudging your lipstick even more. Her hand on your hip moves down to your lace underwear, tugging them to the side. She rubs her fingers up and down your soaked heat. “So wet for me, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of her rubbing at your slit, spreading your legs even more for her. She slips two fingers in, her thumb focusing on your clit, rubbing small circles.

“More, please…” You whisper, rocking against her fingers. Billie smirks as you beg her, her other hand moving back to your neck.

“Louder,” she demanded, her fingers speeding up, fucking into you quickly.

You let out a loud, desperate whine, “Fuck, please Billie, wanna cum, please!”

She grins at your pleading, her fingers not slowing. You grind down as she thrusts them deep inside you, curling up and hitting your spot repeatedly. Her thumb continues to rub at your clit, speeding up with the movement of her other fingers inside you.

Her hand grips your throat, effectively choking you as she continues to fuck you with her fingers roughly. You throw your head back in a silent moan, pushing down against her fingers hard, chasing your own orgasm.

Billie notices you’re close, her movements speeding up even more as you clench around her. Your hand flies out to grip onto her wrist that’s holding onto your throat, your body shaking with need.

Her fingers curl up inside you, hitting your sweet spot for a final time as you fall apart. Your hips quiver as you feel your climax hit you, moaning out as she releases her grip on your neck. Billie’s movements slow as your body comes down from its high, your chest rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath.

You fall forward against her as she slowly slips her fingers out of you. She brings her fingers up to your mouth, pushing them past your lips. You hum as you suck, your eyes fluttering shut at the taste of your own orgasm.

Billie grins at you and pulls her fingers out of your mouth. “You did so well for me.” She murmurs, pulling you closer to her body. Her arms wrap around you. Your body relaxes against hers, your anger a long-lost thought now.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper into her shoulder, regretful of having yelled at her earlier.

“It’s okay, you had every right to be upset. I shouldn’t have ghosted you like that. Life got crazy, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I truly never meant to hurt you. Im sorry.” She mumbled, her fingers running through your hair.

You pull back at her words, eyes meeting hers, and a small smile falls on your face. Reaching out, you place your hand on her cheek, cradling it and rubbing gently. Her cheeks heat up at the gentle touch, nudging her face against your hand.

“You’re forgiven.” You laugh lightly, leaning down to kiss her gently.

Billie grins into the kiss before she feels you pull back, reaching out for the bottle of wine you had set on the table beside you earlier.

“You and that fucking wine.” She shakes her head, teasing you, as her hands fall back on your hips, squeezing.

You giggle as you take a sip, accidentally letting some dribble down your chin and onto your chest. Billie watches as the deep red color drips down, her finger reaching out to wipe it away. She grins at you and brings it up to her lips, licking the wine off the pad of her finger.

“Sweet.” she comments, and a dark blush creeps up onto your cheeks. The familiar color was so scarlet, it was maroon.

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