#so i keep all my nibble thoughts to myself to keep from embarrassing myself

[tetsuskei]

i wish i could talk abt my selfships and not get embarrassed or discouraged :<

[raya-hunter01]

Can you do story with jey uso about his gf getting really turned on by his grills and starts to tease her when he notices so she retaliates plz 🙈?

I Know You Love It...

One Shot

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Tessa)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut

Jey’s girlfriend Tessa is in town for the Royal Rumble, and he has a surprise for her. He has a new grill to show her. Tessa is having a hard time keeping her emotions and hormones in check as Jey is teasing her throughout the day and even during his Royal Rumble entrance when he realizes what effect it has on her.

Frustrated, her friends Bianca and Rhea have a solution to her problem. What is there left for a girl to do? Seduce her man of course and let him know who’s in charge.

A request for mya2realsworld, I hope you like it.

GIF is by #kayah makes gifs

Royal Rumble 2024

Tropicana Field

Jey's Dressing Room

This is getting out of control, this man is too fuckin’ sexy to be doin’ this shit, I thought watching my boyfriend as he’s looking in the mirror at his new bottom grill that he had made.

“How you feelin’ this lion look, ma?” he asked, smiling at me as I blushed.

“Uh, it’s interesting,” I said as he laughed turning back to the mirror. “Come on, this shit fire,” he said pulling out his phone taking a picture showing his fangs as I felt a tingle down my spine.

Shit, it was more than fire to me. Hell, be my personal vampire and feed off of me wit yo’ sexy ass. Shaking my head at my thoughts I knew this was going to be a long ass day.

He’s so happy about his new grill and all I can think about is the coldness of it against my thighs as he teases me before devouring this pussy with his mouth.

 Then just take me and fuck me from behind, fangs cold against my neck as he nibbles and sucks on my neck marking me for the world to see.

Jey’s soft lips against mine brings me out of my dirty thoughts as I moan, my hands immediately wrap around his neck as he smiles against my lips.

“Where did you go beautiful?” he whispered as I blushed moaning as he stole another kiss.

“Just zoned for a minute, I’m sorry, what were you sayin' babe?” I asked as he smiled. “I said I can’t wait to put on for you tonight,” he bragged as I smiled.

Boy, you don’t even know how bad I want you to put it in me and on me right now. Tessa calm down and get yo’ ass together.

“I can’t wait, baby,” I whispered as a knock interrupted us.

“Uce, they waiting to do your photoshoot,” the stagehand said as he sighed. “Work is calling, are you still gonna meet Bianca and Rhea in catering to get something to eat?” he asked as I nodded.

“Uh, yeah Bianca texted me about five minutes ago, so I’m going to head that way,” I said standing up and drinking him in as he put on his white Yeet shirt and wet his hair.

The simple action caused a small moan to slip from my lips.

“You good baby?” he asked as I nodded, clearing my throat as Jey shot me a knowing smile. “Yeah, uh, I’ll meet you in catering,” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door.

“Yes, sir ready to show off this new grill,” he said hyping himself up as I bit my lip glancing at him one last time before heading to catering to meet up with Bianca and Rhea.

Rounding the corner, I saw them waiting at the table, I waved and went to fix myself a plate before taking a seat opposite Rhea.

“Girl, we thought Jey had kidnapped you,” Bianca said as I laughed.

“I wish, the new grill he had made is doing something to my spirit” I sigh as Rhea wiggled her eyebrows knowingly at me.

 “Meaning you him want to eat the box so good, your spirit leaves your body,” Bianca said as I covered my face with my hands. “Jeez, somebody just heard that,” I moaned embarrassed as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Ain’t nobody listening to us, they in they own world, now be honest. I’m right aren’t I?” she asked as I nodded. 

“Girl, I want him to go down on me for so long he has to take up residency and pay rent,” I said as Rhea looked at me in shock.

“Well, listen to you, I didn’t know you had it in you Miss Innocent,” Rhea teased as I blushed.

“He brings out that side of me, I cant’ help it. Can we change the subject please,” I pleaded as they nodded.

Bianca and Rhea were my girls, and always made coming on the road with Jey so much fun. From the first day we met we all just clicked.

The catering area began to thin out as we ate and caught up on the recent happenings in our lives.

“So, when do you leave out?” Rhea asked as I frowned. “Tomorrow night, I got a meeting Monday morning and I hate it,” I said honestly as Bianca nodded in understanding.

“I feel ya’ Montez is heading out tomorrow, and I won’t see him until Wednesday,” she said as Rhea offered us a comforting smile.

“Dom and I are on the same schedule this week, but after next week it’s up in the air,” she said as I sighed.

“Damn, that su”—my words caught in my throat as I saw Jey and Montez walking into catering.

“Girl, what’s up with you?” Bianca asked looking up and smiling. “Oh, you wanna climb that fine ass tree, don’t you?” Bianca whispered as I covered my mouth in shock as Rhea laughed.

“More like fuck the shit outta the vampire. Do you see the fangs on that grill?” Rhea asked as Bianca nodded in approval.

“Ya’ll this ain’t funny, my mind has been everywhere since he put it on,” I said as Bianca laughed. 

"Don't tease her Rhea, she'll realize soon enough that she holds all the power between her thighs," Bianca said as I frowned at her.

“Huh, what does that mean?” I asked honestly confused. “The pussy holds power, girl. You want him, right?” She asked as I nodded unashamed.

“Hell, every second of every day I want that man,” I whispered as Bianca smiled.  “Then stop waiting on him, seduce his ass,” she said as my eyes met Jey across the room as he winked at me.

“Seduce him?” I questioned as Rhea smirked. “Hell yeah, take charge and tell him what you want him to do to you. I bet his ass will not know what to do with himself,” she said looking back at him, waving as Jey returned the gesture totally unaware of the plotting that was taking place.

“I don’t think I can do that,” I said a little unsure. “Look, here they come, act natural and just think about what we said,” Bianca said as Montez sat beside her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

 “How did the shoot go?” I asked as Jey sat beside me pulling me close, licking his lips as a near inaudible moan only Jey heard fell from my lips.

 “It went good, is everything good baby?” he asked caressing my thigh as I licked my lips, meeting his streamy gaze.

His grip on my thigh tightened as I smirked innocently at him. Once again, I saw a tiny flash of his grill as he sucked on his teeth causing Rhea to clear her throat.

“Damn, all this eye fucking at the table, I need a cigarette and I don’t even smoke. I bet the sex is wild” she said as Jey and Montez laughed.

“Never change Mami,” Jey said as she shrugged her shoulders and got up to throw her plate away. “I need to head to hair and makeup I got an interview to shoot with Kayla,” she said as Bianca sighed.

“The women’s Royal Rumble is opening the show, I’ll follow you down there so I can get a little touch-up,” she said as Montez helped her up and grabbed her plate.

 “I’ll take this so you can eat after,” he said as she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thanks, baby,” she smiled as they left catering arm and arm with Rhea a couple steps ahead.

“I’ll find ya’ll later and good luck,” I said as Rhea smiled brightly at me. “Thanks, boo but remember what we talked about,” she shouted as I blushed.

 “What ya’ll been talkin’ about that’s got you blushin’?” Jey asked as I smiled caressing his beard.

“Nothing for you to worry about baby, just a little girl talk,” I assured him as he seemed pleased with my answer.

 “So, it’s just us now, huh?” Jey whispered as I shivered leaning into him as he caressed my arms. “Are you cold, Ma? You have been shivering off and on today,” he said as I nodded not trusting my words.

“Well, I can’t have that, let’s go so I can warm you up,” he said smoothly taking my plate as we made our way back to his dressing room. Quickly ushering me inside he placed my plate on the small table beside the door.

The sound of him twisting the lock made my thighs clench. What was he up to now?

 I felt his presence behind me as he gently gathered my hair in his hands moving it to the side, his lips dangerously close to my ear as he held me close.

“I know you love it,” his deep voice seductively whispered as he gently nipped at my ear.  My soft purrs filled the room as his hands caressed my breasts over my Yeet crop top.

“You know I love what baby?” I gasped as he pinched my nipples smirking against my neck. The cold metal faintly marking my skin as he nibbled on my neck.

“My grill, I know you love it, and I can’t wait to taste my dessert,” his deep voice dangerously low, combined with his masterful lips, and hands had me at his mercy.

 “Mmm, are you gon’ be able to eat all your desert baby? Are you up for the job, it can get messy,” I whispered, too turned on to be ashamed of the words coming out of my mouth.

“Oh, I’m up for it, and I know you feel just how up for it I am. I’mma eat it all up real good, 'cause you deserve it,” Jey moans, his dick growing against my lower back.

 “Fuck, Jey,” I hissed as his hand found its way lower, skillfully sliding my panties to the side, caressing my pussy.

“Mmhmm, I love how she is already messy and wet for me. Damn, I bet you taste so sweet,” He groaned as I whimpered in pleasure and torture.

 “I got you, baby, you ain’t gotta worry bout nothin’ Tessa. Daddy gon’ eat and drink every last drop, I promise,” he whispered as a strangled gasp escaped my lips.

Pulling me closer, he feasted upon my neck, greedily sucking and nibbling as the fangs on his grill intensified my pleasure.

 “Yes! Make sure you eat it all baby. Mmhm, bite me,” I moaned as he groaned in pleasure as his fingers continued toying with my clit.

Just as I began moving against his hand another knock for the second time today disturbed us. This time causing us both to moan in frustration.

“Somebody better be dead,” Jey hissed as I tried to walk away, but he stopped me. “Oh, you gon’ get this nut, stay yo’ fine ass right here. This Pussy gon’ stay wet all night thinkin’ bout this mouth and this dick,” he whispered as his fingers began to swirl around my clit as I gasped.

 “Jey! Oh fuck!" I exclaimed quietly as he licked my ear before biting it. “Yeah, who is it?” Jey asked casually like he isn’t torturing my ass at the moment.

“Sorry to interrupt, I know Tessa is here, but they want to film some stuff of you getting ready for the show,” Sami said as Jey growled. “Cum for me,” Jey whispered as I shuttered against him.

“He’ll be right out Sami, thanks,” I answered trying to sound normal as Jey helped me chase my end.  “Give it to Daddy like a good girl,” he moaned I reached my peak.

"Yes! Oh, fuck!" cried, my head falling back against his shoulder in exhaustion as I rode the powerful wave as he kissed my neck.  

“You good baby?” he asked calming his breathing as I nodded.

“Yes, I needed that bad. I just hate that we don’t have more time,” I whispered coming down back to earth as our lips met in a sensual kiss.

“I’m good, that was for you.  I probably won’t be back in here until after the show, we gotta go over some last-minute stuff before the rumble,” he said as I nodded in understanding.

“To be continued,” I said pulling him into a gentle kiss as he smiled. To be continued and then some, I’ll see you after baby,” he said walking out to join Sami as I went to clean up.

By the time it was go time for the Men’s Royal Rumble, I was soaking wet again. Just thinking about the conversation, we had earlier and what Jey was going to do to me later had me in a daze.

Sitting in Gorilla, waiting on a stagehand to take me to my seat in the stadium I see Jey, Trin, and Jimmy come from around the corner talking.

His grill was ever present and his mouth seemed to take on a different shape as I saw a hit of his fangs.

“I’m beginning to think he’s doing this on purpose,” I muttered as Rhea smiled. “Why do you think that?” she asked as I watched him laugh loudly at something Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

He just is, he knows it’s turning me on, and he likes it. He told me so,” I said as Bianca smirked. “Girl……Finish him!” She whispered as Rhea nodded her head in agreement.

“Hell yeah, Fatality,” Rhea said as I contemplated their idea as Jey, Jimmy, and Trin came over.  Getting up I gave Trin and Jimmy a hug.

“It’s good to have you back girly,” I whispered as she nodded. “It’s good to be back,” she said as I saw the bright smile on Jimmy’s face.  He was happy to have his wife back on the road with him.

 “We’ll let ya’ll have a minute,” Jimmy said as he led Trin towards the curtain to wait with him. “You gon’ lei me or what beautiful,” Jey said smirking as our eyes met.  

“You ain’t slick, I hope you know that,” I said laughing catching the double meaning.

 “Come on, lei me….You know you want to,” he whispered, the silence defining as I finally took a deep breath, taking it out of his hand and putting it around his neck as he licked his lips.

 “Tessa they ready to take you out,” Paul said as I smiled. “Thanks, here I come,” I said giving Jey a quick kiss. “Good luck and crush it,” I encouraged as he smiled.

“Oh, I will. I already told you I’mma put on for you tonight, Ma. You just make sure you payin’ attention,” he whispered stealing another kiss before heading to the curtain beside Jimmy.  

That man is going to be the death of me with his sexy ass.

---

 The suspense of the night and his plans still had my mind in a chokehold.  I made my way to my seat, directly behind where Samantha sits so I could be out of the crowd view and enjoy the show.

The roar of the crowd as his music hit was insane as he bounced out into the stadium. He had a different swagger about him tonight as I watched him amp up the crowd climbing onto the ropes as the crowd bounced in sync with him.

“Damn, this is amazing,” I muttered truly proud of him looking around the stadium at the sea of hands bouncing. Walking around the ring hyping himself up our eyes met briefly as he hit the corner where I was.

“Let’s go Uce!” I cheered as he smiled before getting down and continued playing to the crowd.  

Coming back to the corner where I was, Jey released his long thick tongue flickering it back and forth fast as hell, demonstrating to the world just how dangerous his head game is as I involuntarily shuttered at the sight.

“Oh, you motherfucka,” I muttered as he paced back and forth, our eyes met again as I tried to keep my breathing under control.

I can’t believe he’s out here on national TV teasing me.

“You mine later,” he mouthed in character pointing at himself as I nodded biting my bottom lip.

There was nothing else I could say, he had made his point very clear.

 I was being set up and after Jimmy’s entrance, it became even clearer as the brothers stared each other down.

Watching the stadium's big screen, I felt myself getting hot as the camera panned to Jey as he sneered. His fangs peeked through as they created an amazing Royal Rumble moment with an intense stare-down.  

The heavy breathing, the fangs faintly showing, and the up-close camera shots up on the stadium screen of his angry face was making it hard for me to focus.  

Thirty minutes later a sweaty Jey leaning against the rope gave me the signal to go backstage before winking at me. I quickly got up and security led me backstage and I went back to sit in Gorilla with Rhea and Bianca.

“This is cruel and just unfair. Did you see that shit he did with his tongue during his entrance?” I asked as Rhea laughed.

"Girl, he was warning yo’ ass about what he’s gonna do with that tongue later on,” she teased as I shook my head watching him on the monitor trying to catch his breath in the corner.

“Teasing me all night is what he’s been doin’ and he’s been doin’ it since we left catering,” I said as Bianca smiled.

“We already told you how to handle this, take control and get what you want,” Bianca said as contemplated the idea.

Now our sex life wasn’t boring by any standards, it was just that a lot of the time Jey took control and initiated.

My man was a pleaser, and even though I give just as much as I get, tonight I wanted something different and I wanted it bad.

“Boy, them wheels over there turning,” Rhea said pointing at me as I laughed. “Maybe or maybe not Ms. Nosey,” I said as Bianca scoffed.  

“If you don’t fuck that man’s brains out when he gets back to the dressing room, I know something. Shit, it’s a long drive to the next city,” she said as Rhea laughed.

“The dressing room is tacky. Jey got a whole ass bus to do the nasty on as much as they want. You just make sure to get poor Dennis some earbuds,” she said as I rolled my eyes.

“Tessa, fuck that! He has been showin’ his ass all day, walkin’ round here teasing you and shit. He started it, now you finish that shit before you leave this building. I’m tellin’ you sis….. Finish…. Him,” Bianca said as I smiled.

"Ya’ll ain’t gonna corrupt me, I’m going to finish watching the Rumble in Jey’s dressing room,” I said licking my tongue out at them before getting up to leave.

“I smell a plan brewing in her head,” Rhea said as turned around giving her a sly smile before walking away.

---

The more I thought about him, the dirtier my thoughts became. Bianca is right, where you act up is where you get done up. We aint’ making it to the bus I can tell you that much.

Watching the disappointed look on Jey’s face as Gunther eliminated him I shook my head. "Guess Cody doing the finish the story gimmick and goin' to Mania again to lose," I muttered kinda bummed Jey wasn't at least in the two.

He did awesome and I'm so proud of him. His time is coming soon, I know it is. I saw Jey walking from the ring slapping a few fans’ hands heading backstage after Sami entered the Rumble.

“Alright, it’s showtime Tessa,” I muttered leaving on my Yeet crop top but removing my skirt and underwear.

I patiently waited for him as I knew people were going to stop him along with way to congratulate him on the awesome performance.

I also knew he wasn’t going too take long.  He had been just as turned on as me and was anxious to get back.

Hearing him and Jimmy talking I went and stood by the door. I held my breath as I heard his hand on the doorknob.

"Uce, I’m tellin’ you they fuckin’ up my plans by calling this last-minute meeting bullshit,” Jey growled as I smiled.

“You know Tessa’s going to understand, besides it’s about our plans for WrestleMania. I’ll meet you in thirty in the bossman’s office,” Jimmy said as I heard Jey sigh. "A’ight, I’ll meet you," he said as I nodded to myself.

 So, I had thirty minutes to get what I wanted. Eh, it won’t take that long, this will be easy.

The door opening interrupted my thoughts as Jey walked in and straight passed me as he seemed to be taking in the empty room. “Tee, where you at?” he called as I licked my lips hearing him call me by the pet name he gave me.

“Don’t turn around,” I whispered locking the door and walking up behind him caressing his bare sweaty shoulders. “Why were you over there where I couldn’t see you?” Jey asked, moaning as I kissed his back.

“You’ve been a bad boy, teasin’ me with that tongue for the world to see,” I whispered as he groaned, his breathing anxious as I ran my nails faintly up and down his back. “I had to stand on business,” He moaned as I smirked.

“So do I, now take off your gear,” I moaned biting his shoulder as he kicked off his shoes and made quick work of his tights as I admired him from behind pressing my body onto him as he hissed feeling my bare lower half against him.

“Let me see you, please,” Jey pleaded as I trailed kisses along his back tracing my fingertips across his pelvis as his muscles flexed.

“Not yet baby, I’m playin’,” I said as his sharp gasp of pleasure made my pussy tingle as I began to stroke him.

“Fuck…Yeah, stroke Daddy’s dick and get him off,” he groaned as I moaned at the thought.

“Mmm, it’s so hard, is that all for me Daddy,” I whispered toying with him, enjoying his struggle to steady his breathing as he’s tryin’ to figure out what I’m going to do next.

“Hell yeah, I been thinkin’ bout sinkin’ deep in that pussy since I picked you up from the airport this morning,” he groaned confessing his plan as I continued to stroke him, my pussy getting wetter by the second at his declaration.

“So, that’s why you been teasin’ me all day?  All you had to do was take it, it’s yours. Every inch of me is yours,” I whispered, his moans becoming more frantic as my strokes were becoming slower and more deliberate.

“You want me to tell you what to do with this pussy don’t you?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Fuck, yes, it’s been awhile,” he moaned trying to focus on not cummin’ as I teased him.

“Oh, don’t worry you ain’t cummin’ yet because mama ain’t said you could. You know what those grills do to me, and you still try me,” I whispered releasing him as he hissed at the loss of my hand stroking him.

“Fuck, you ain’t playin’ fair,” Jey groaned as I chuckled lightly, walking around to face him as he groaned taking in my appearance.

“Neither did you flexin’ that grill any chance you could.  All in the ring taunting me, giving the world a taste of how you put it down for me,” I moaned biting my lower lip as my eyes on scanning his body.

“You know it’s all for you, only you…So, stop playin’ and come get this dick,” Jey moaned closing his eyes, stroking himself as I smiled.

Go in for the kill and let him know it’s your show.

“Nah, you stop playin’ and come get your dessert like a good boy,” I purred as his eyes met mine. “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice, how you want Daddy to eat dat pussy baby?” he asked as I smirked.

Backing away slowly towards the counter, Jey stalked me like a lion stalking his prey. “I want to ride that tongue while you’re on your knees,” I confessed without shame.

 Turning my back to him, I placed my hands on the counter, spreading my legs as he smacked me on the ass as I groaned.

“Damn, you being a bad girl tonight, I love that shit,” he moaned sinking to his knees and placing his head between my thighs.

I moaned seeing his hungry gaze as he stared at my wet throbbing pussy licking his lips.

“What are you waiting for, desert’s ready Daddy,” I moaned as he grabbed my hips as his tongue brushed against my sensitive clit as I instantly grabbed his hair.

“Enjoy the ride baby,” he whispered, his face disappearing beneath me as he feasted greedily upon me. I could feel the cold metal of his grill each time he enclosed his mouth over my clit. “Yes! Eat all your dessert, Daddy, it’s just for you,” I moaned as Jey groaned against my pussy.  His vibrating mouth along with his masterful tongue were on a mission, working me over as my legs began to shake.

His fangs slightly dug into my sensitive lips with each flick of his masterful tongue.

 Looking at myself in the mirror I smirked as he took me to heights unknown, bracing my hands on the counter as I began swirling my hips riding his face.

Looking down at him as he moaned, flattening his long tongue, his deliberate strokes becoming faster as I groaned in pleasure trying to hold back.

“I said to enjoy the ride, don’t fuckin’ play with me right now, cum in my mouth,” Jey growled his eyes meeting mine as I smirked. “Make me,”  I panted gasping in pleasure as Jey began lapping up my juices.

My hand gripped the back of his head as he devoured me whole, swirling his tongue around my clit and occasionally nipping setting my body on fire.

The fangs on his grill heightened my pleasure as he inserted one finger then two curving them, hitting my G-spot over and over in sync with his tongue as I screamed in ecstasy. "Yeah, I know you love it, show me how much. Cum Tessa," he groaned.

 “Jey! Fuck, I’m cummin’!” I exclaimed exploding in his mouth as he welcomed my essence stilling my body over his mouth as he drank all my body had to offer.

“Mmhm, dats what I wanted, you taste so good baby,” Jey praised as I gasped, euphoria still overtaking over my body.

Gazing down at him I saw my essence dripping from his beard as he smirked.  “Thanks, for dessert baby it tasted so fuckin’ good,” he moaned licking his lips as I tried to catch my breath.

I knew he had a meeting to get to but he wasn’t leaving this room without rearranging this pussy. Deep in my own thoughts, I gasped as his arms pulled me close and he kissed my neck.

My brain was still fuzzy trying to figure out how he moved so fast.

“You like these fangs, don’t you?” he whispered gently nipping at my neck as I moaned.

"Yes!, Mmm, look at us baby,” I moaned as he pried his lips from my neck glancing up at our reflection in the mirror. His hand skillfully toying with my breasts under my shirt as I purred, his dick hard as a brick, rocked up against my ass begging for relief.

Tell him what you want, do it now before you run out of time. You want his ass to sink balls deep up in this pussy.

“Kiss me,” I whispered as I felt Jey’s heart beating wildly against my back as he grasped my neck, bringing my face close to his. Caressing my lips with his thumb before our lips met in a passionate kiss.

I couldn’t help but moan as I tasted myself on his lips.

“You taste good don’t you?” He whispered deepening our kiss. His tongue gently stroked mine as our mouths fused together, refusing to let go as I whimpered against him.

“I need something from you, it’s important,” I whispered against his lips slowly stroking him as he hissed, releasing my lips.

“What you need ma, you know I got you,” he panted as I slowly guided him inside of my welcoming warmth as we both gasped in pleasure.

“I want you to watch me in the mirror and make me cum again Daddy,” I challenged as his eyes widen at my request as I claimed his lips in another kiss.

“That’s what you want baby?” Jey gasped against my lips, his thrust becoming more powerful. “Yes, Daddy!” I screamed as he swallowed my cries.  “Look in the mirror and don’t close your eyes, if you do I’ll stop,” Jey whispered as I wined against him.

“Fuck you look so good in my shirt, bent over takin' all dis dick,” he panted, his strokes making my pussy quiver and tighten around him as his hands gripped my hips.

 “That dick feels good too,” I moaned meeting his thrusts as he groaned trying to still my hips and take control but Bianca’s words were ringing loud and clear in my head…FINISH HIM….

Arching my back using the counter as leverage I began throwing my ass back on his dick as Jey hissed.

“Tee! Fuck, you trying to make me cum…. Shit!” he growled as I smirked as his eyes closed in pleasure never stopping his strokes.

 “And will…Now, open your eyes, baby, if you don’t I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop,” I taunted throwing his words back in his face even though we both were in the same boat.

I was close and so was he.  “Don’t you fuckin dare,” he growled opening his eyes, smacking me on the ass as I purred.

 “Yes, stroke it, good Daddy,” I gasped as he moaned in shock at my words and how I was taking control. His heavy breathing and his tight grip on my waist, letting me know it wouldn’t be long.

“Mmhm and you betta keep throwin’ dat ass...Yeah, throw it back to Daddy just like that,” he commanded against my ear as I bit my lip continuing to meet his strokes, as he dragged his fangs gently down my neck as I moaned in pleasure against him.

“I know you hear it Jey,” I taunted as a low growl escaped his lips. “Fuck, Tee,” he groaned stirring the vixen inside me.

 “Mmhm, I know you felt that shit, I’m about to squirt for you baby,” I moaned talking my shit as Jey moaned gripping my hair.

 “Fuck, I feel it, now be a good girl and squirt for Daddy,” Jey groaned, throwing vicious backshots as I squealed in pleasure.  His intense, passionate gaze captivated me as I finally let go.

“Oh, shit! I love you!” I exclaimed, squirting as Jey growled “Yea, that’s it, fuck you beautiful. I love you too,” he praised as I continued to fall apart in his arms.

The force of my orgasm triggering his own. ��Ahh, fuck,” Jey groaned, stilling inside me as he came, his head resting against my shoulder trying to catch his breath as I whimpered at its force.

“What the hell just happened,” he breathed as I smiled “Nothing, just something we both needed,” I whispered as he kissed my shoulder totally spent as I moaned at the loss of him inside me.

“Damn, I guess this grill is a keeper, huh,” he smirked showing his fangs as I slapped his arm.  “Hell yeah, it can stay but I can’t be responsible for my actions. I really like that one," I said without shame as he laughed.

“Shit, I don’t mind at all.  Hell, watchin’ your sexy ass take this dick in the mirror might be my new favorite thing, that was hot as fuck,” he whispered kissing my shoulder.

“I have to agree with you, it was very hot,” I said turning to face him, gently kissing him on the lips.

“I hate to leave you like this,” he said caressing my hips as I smiled. “It’s ok, I’m gonna get dressed and go shower on the bus. So, you grab a quick shower and go to your meeting,” I said as we shared a brief kiss before he started towards the shower.

“Keep the bed warm for me, we just getting started,” he said gathering up his gear as I pulled a Nike sweatsuit out of his bag for him to put on.

 “Well, you just keep your grill in please, and thank you, sir,” I said as he laughed going in to grab a quick shower as I got dressed myself.

Yeah, that grill definitely is a keeper…

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[chigirisprincess]

⠀ ︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ Pawn

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn!reader, reader is shorter than kafka, suggestive content, kissing strangers, slight manipulation, thigh grinding. ⊹ Run time. 0.7k ⊹ Note. Part of a lil prompt ask game I held which can be found here <3

The summer's chilled evening air is bliss to your flushed skin but does little to quell the simmering desire that stirs deep within your belly as you look back to the woman whose fingers were loosely entangled in yours.

“I never got your name,” you state, pressing your spine against the aged brick of the building, “Why is that?”

“You never asked,” she muses.

She slinks over to where you stand, stepping into your space as if you invited her. Her thigh slots between yours and rests against your crotch, “Oh,” you murmur with a frown, “I suppose I didn’t.”

A single gloved finger caresses the length of your jaw before she uses it to tilt your chin upwards. Your eyes meet with her searing magenta gaze. You wither beneath it, arousal pooling on the tip of your tongue. With a tentative hand, you push a few loose strands of her hair from where it spills over her shoulder. The corner of her mouth quirks upward, pulling her lush lips into a small smirk.

Her thumb roughly presses into your chin as she grabs your face, leaning down until her mouth is but a ghost grazing the earthly plains for but a moment.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You ask, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“Do you want me too?”

She presses her thigh a bit closer until it’s flush against your crotch. The rational side of your mind skims over all the logical things you could say in response, the loudest thought screaming no, you shouldn’t kiss a strange albeit very attractive woman whose name still had yet to be shared. Your wanton desire was far stronger. It had you leaning into her touch, craving more and more of it, wishing that she’d bring her other hand to your body and touch you. 

You nod your head before you’re able to open your mouth, “Yes,” you eagerly pant, “Please, would you please kiss me?”

“How could I say no when you asked so nicely?” She coos.

The deep maroon lipstick she wears smudges across your lips when they touch. Your hands curl into the fat of her hips, searching for purchase to keep yourself upright. Your legs wobble and you worry they might buckle from beneath you as you search for heaven in her touch. A needy gasp works its way up your throat when she pulls away, taking you with her in an effort to keep the kiss from ending just yet.

“Do it again,” you moan, your lashes batting as you blink up at her,“Please."

In the morning you’d regret your desperation, cringing at how needy you sounded. But now, all you wished for was to keep her here with you, your bodies flush against one another, your breaths mingled and one. Sliding your hands around her hips, you wrap your arms around her torso.

She grins down at you, “Such a needy thing,” she says with faux sympathy, “I almost want to keep you all to myself.”

You nearly melt from her honeyed words, keening for more.

“I wish you would.”

Her head tips back as she laughs, exposing the length of her throat. From beneath the high collar of her crisp white dress shirt you eye up the smooth expanse of her supply skin, imagining what it might look like covered with your bite marks.

“You’re cute,” is all she says.

Leaning down, her lips graze the sensitive shell of your ear and her hands roam over your hips, slipping beneath the thin linen shirt you wear. You can’t help the moan that passes through you, softly in the dark night. Your grip leaves wrinkles in the fabric of her shirt but you clutch her closer as she roams her hands up and down your body.

“Kafka,” she whispers into your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe.

“Hm?”

Her rich laughter reverberates from beneath her rib cage into yours, “My name, darling,” she whispers, “It’s Kafka.”

“Oh,” you whisper back, your cheeks warming in embarrassment.

“I suppose you need something to call me when I visit your dreams.”

Kafka tilts her head, inquisitively peering at you before planting an open mouthed kiss to your temple. Her touch leaves you all at once. You’ve blinked and suddenly she’s slipped further and further away from you, strutting down the alley with a cheery whistle that echoes against the walls. She carries something in her hands, something you hadn’t noticed before. Your pockets feel lighter.

Strange.

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[shuhwaa]

Yunjin | 6:10pm [M]

Le Sserafim Yunjin x fem!reader words: ~1.1k genre: smut (sub!Yunjin, fingering, some praise, lots of neck kissing (all idol receiving)) warnings: none

(requested)

A soft moan almost too quiet to hear escapes your girlfriend when you attach your lips to her neck. With your hands loosely placed on her hips and your chest pressed against her back, you surprise her from behind, making her immediately put down the kitchen knife in her hands. 

Yunjin has been in the middle of chopping up some vegetables for the dinner she promised to make you two, humming a song with a mindless smile on her lips while doing a little dance to the tune of the melody and swaying her hips under the pink colored apron she must've purchased recently. You had been sitting there in the kitchen next to her, trying to study, but the way your girlfriend had unknowingly caught your eye, leaving you no chance to look away eventually made you abandon your original plan. And now you're standing right behind her, the fabric of a simple dress being all that's keeping you from letting your hands roam all over her body. Your thoughts have long turned dirty, but your still smiling girlfriend doesn't seem like she's taken note of that yet.

"Baby..." she mutters playfully, "I'm trying to cook us some food here!"

"Mhm... go on, beautiful," you answer, wrapping your arms around her waist wholly and peeking over her shoulder to see how much she has left to prepare. You quickly reach the conclusion that there's no way you could wait that long, so you leave another trail of lazy kisses up the side of her neck.

"You're not helping." You can tell she's trying hard to sound unaffected, in an attempt to get you to let her finish her task in peace, but the shiver running down her spine and shaking her whole body in your hold tells you how she really feels.

"Sorry..." you mumble, retrieving one hand to brush a strand of hair out of the way before you start nibbling on the skin right beneath her earlobe and Yunjin lets out a deep sigh. "I just can't stop myself when you look this cute..."

"Where was I-" she attempts to question your logic, but her quivering voice fails her when you sink your teeth into the delicate skin carefully. A mewl escapes her, and you feel her relaxing in your hold, giving herself up to the sensation.

"Everywhere, baby," you say in between nibbles. "You're breathtaking." Your hand glides down her stomach and past the end of the apron and her dress, only for you to drag your nails up the inside of her thigh. 

"Baby..." she calls out, her voice shaking. Your girlfriend throws her head into her neck to give you better access, and you immediately wrap your other hand around it very loosely, fingertips tracing her pulse as you keep scattering kisses all over. She whines at your actions and you feel the vibrations of her voice against your palm.

"So fucking cute..." you mutter, and when you begin teasing her through the fabric of her panties, she involuntarily presses her thighs together tightly. "Relax, baby... I'll make you feel real good," you whisper in her ear before trailing more soft kisses down to her shoulder. With a whine she does as told, and you see her biting her lower lip as you start dragging your fingers along her folds. Growing impatient yourself, you don't wait long until you slip your hand inside her underwear, and feeling how wet you’ve already made her causes you to let out a moan of approval.

"So wet for me already, hm?" you can't resist the need to tease her, and the way she whines in embarrassment at your words immediately makes you feel rewarded. You push a finger inside, curling it painfully slowly, and as she lets out a frustrated noise you can feel her clench around your digit. "Not enough, huh?" you guess.

"Mhm..." she whimpers. "M-more..."

"That's my girl," a praise falls from your lips and you place a few more kisses in your girlfriend's nape. "Always ready for me to fuck you, aren't you?" Yunjin blushes madly at your assumption, and even without an answer you know you're right. So far there has never been a time where you didn't have her on her knees for you within mere minutes - not that you'd be any more immune to her approaches.

"Then let me take care of you, yeah?" Your girlfriend nods, and you don't hesitate to push inside another finger, making her whine once again. You go slow, teasing her in an attempt to draw out more of those sweet frustrated moans, and within no time at all you succeed.

"More..." she mewls again, making you grin victoriously.

"One more finger for my girl?"

"Y-yes please..." Shivering with excitement, she's holding onto the edge of the kitchen unit in front of her. Letting your teeth graze her neck, you grant her wish and add a third finger with ease. 

"You're dripping wet... didn't think me getting you off in the kitchen would excite you this much," you mumble, whereas your girlfriend can only whine in response. You finger her at a moderate pace, and when she begins bucking her hips into your hand for more friction you too feel heat rush to your core. 

"Fuck, baby... you're making me wet too," you praise her, and a curse falls from her lips as she's fully focused on chasing her orgasm.

"F-faster... please..." she mewls and you immediately speed up, quickly curling your fingers against that perfect spot inside her. "B-baby... fuck..." she calls out as her body begins to shake, and she moans desperately with every repetition of your movements. "'M gonna cum... gonna..." Her orgasm overwhelms her and you moan in tune with her as you feel her clenching hard around your fingers. You keep fingering her to prolong her high, and only when you're sure it's over do you pull out carefully.

"You're so fucking cute," you breathe against your girlfriend's neck, who's trying to catch her breath. You help her clean yourselves up real quick, before you return to giving her a soothing back hug. "Should I lend you a hand?" you suggest as your eyes find the half prepared vegetables in front of you two, reminding you of what Yunjin had originally come to the kitchen for.

"If you have time for it," she answers before spinning around in your hold. Her cheeks are still reddened, but nevertheless she tries to put on a strict face. "But no more shenanigans until after dinner!"

[mrkis]

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 #𝟭

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚𝗬𝗘𝗦✗〛/ 〚NO〛 ⟶ not a reaction but dream wanting to have sex during your period..if you’re comfortable with that topic ;)

𝗔𝗡| i turned this into a standalone mark reaction because i know i'd repeat myself with this if i made it into a reaction, hope you don't mind. and i'm ok with the topic!

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: mentions of blood, mark makes a joke, short mentions of period sex

"Does it still hurt?" Mark asks you as his hand delicately strokes over your tummy, frowning deeply as a uncomfortable whine emits from your lips, curling in on yourself as the cramps worsen, unable to give him a verbal answer.

He chews his bottom lip nervously, thinking about an article he read not so long ago about periods to help you out whenever you needed, knowing how badly you have suffered with them before in the past, and he remembers a small section of the article that supposedly was popular in helping with the pain.

"I, uh, I have an idea but, like, I'm not sure how you would feel about it or how you would, know you, take it..."

"I'll do anything to get rid of the pain" You groan out in discomfort, pressing the heating pad to your lower back to help relieve the pain, staring up at him with saddened eyes, "What is your idea?"

"I read somewhere that..." Mark trails off, struggling to form the right words despite his hands already moving, fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants and tugging them softly, indicating what he wants to do next. "...to help get rid of the cramps, its good to, uh, have—you know—masturbate or, uh, sex"

"Sex?" You repeat, blinking at him. "While I'm on my period?" Mark hums with a quick nod of his head and your brows pull together as you frown, "Wouldn't that be messy? Or gross for you?"

"It's not gross" Mark immediately reassures you, eyes widen in shock at you thinking that anything about you could come off as gross, "I'm, like, down to do it if you are. I could get some towels or we could, like, go in the shower or something?"

Your heart warms at the thought of him helping you in a situation like this, even going as far as getting himself bloody just to make the pain of your cramps subside and make you feel good. You grimly smile, feeling a little embarrassed when you realise he's not exactly going to see your naked self in the most flattering manner and you almost decline his offer until your cramps decide to make an intense appearance, causing you to wince and hiss at the sharp pain in your tummy and lower back.

"Maybe a shower would be cleaner" You speak through gritted teeth, almost getting wind knocked out of you as Mark's fingers curl around your wrist to pull you up from the bed, guiding you into the bathroom and immediately turning on the top, letting the warm water spurt from the showerhead.

You strip out of your shirt first, letting it drop to the floor alongside Mark's clothes which he's already peeled off, leaning on one foot as he slips off his socks.

"Mark" You call out his name nervously and he hums, turning to look at you with the most gentle smile, "I just want to warn you that it's not going to be a pretty sight down there and—"

"Babe" He cuts you off, crouching down in front of you with his hands on your knees. "I don't care, like, at all. It's just blood. I'm not going to be grossed out by it or you"

"Okay" You take his word for it, allowing him to help you take off your pants and your underwear. A cold breeze blows between your legs and you whine softly, pressing your thighs together to keep the warmth and Mark smiles, leaning forwards to capture your lips in a slow and short kiss, leaving a few more pecks behind before he goes to check the temperature of the water.

He helps you step inside the shower once it's warm enough, following closely behind you and the feeling of his teeth nibbling down on your shoulder is enough to leave your core aching, so desperate and horny to be touched. You mewl as you feel his hand slip down your chest, thumb tweaking over your sensitive nipples before dipping lower, reaching in between your legs.

There's a small part of you that wants to recoil back from him, still internally worried about the blood and how gross he may find you, but he's been so reassuring towards you and eager to help with the cramps that you can't help but relax back into his bare body, palm pressed flat against the tiled walls as you feel his finger swipe through the wetness of your folds, gasping as he circles around your clit.

"Shit" You reach down to grab his wrist, preventing him from moving. "I just—shit, can you fuck me instead? Please, I need you so badly"

Mark hums in reply, pulling his hand away from your clit to turn you around, pressing your back against the wall and you hiss at the slight sting of the cold tiles, causing him to apologise to you quietly. Your hands breach themselves on his shoulders and Mark's head hangs low as he grips himself, licking at his lips as he nudges the tip of his cock through your folds.

"It's like a makeshift lube" Mark jokes to himself with a snort and you roll your eyes, digging your nails down into his shoulder blades in warning and Mark laughs, "Okay, sorry, my bad"

You dismiss it with a shake of your head and he kisses your temple just as he pushes himself slowly inside of you and you tense up, a strained noise ripping from the back of your throat as you grasp him tightly, shocked at how easily he slips inside without preparation due to the, as Mark calls, 'makeshift lube'.

"Shit, you're warm" Mark curses under his breath as his cock slides halfway into your pussy and you moan, the feeling of almost being full is enough to send your mind whirling, leaning your head back against the wall as you pant softly, "Jesus fucking christ, you feel good. Fuck. That's it, baby... keep sucking me in like that—shit. You're doing so good"

"Mark, please" You beg, raising your leg to hook it around his hip, pressing your heel into his back to push him further into you, gasping as he bottoms out with his body flush against yours. "Please, fuck me. Give me more, baby"

"More?" Mark smiles as his one hand grips your raised leg and curls his other hand around the other that's keeping your upright before lifting you up, holding the most of your weight as he presses you against the shower wall and your eyes flutter at the feeling of him being so deep, stretching you out to fit snugly around him. Mark turns his head, lips grazing over the shell of your ear as you wrap both legs around his waist. "Hold tight, baby. I'll make you feel good"

©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

[ikeuz]

ミ☕️♡💻.°୭̥ — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 | 𝐏. 𝐒𝐇

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ PAIRING: bf!sunghoon x gn!reader.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ GENRE: fluff, comfort ♡.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞. WARNINGS: kissies ^0^, petnames (baby, my love.), tiny bit of crying, reader is just worn out ;(, lightens up towards the end !! <3

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ WC: 803.

leaning his elbow on the armrest of your sofa, sunghoon places his cheek in the palm of his hand, his soft eyes watch your every move, a warm smile growing on his lips, watching you turn to him. as he lets out a small sigh, before speaking up in a gentle voice.

“take a break, baby. you’ve been working so hard, don’t you think you deserve it? hm?” sunghoon says softly, as he reaches his arms out to you, calling you over with a wave of his hands. you let out a small huff, softly nodding, closing your laptop as you set it to the side, now standing up, letting out a small chuckle as he gestures you over.

you walk up to the sofa, standing infront of him as you open your arms out. sunghoon smiles as he leans forwards, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your tummy, as he looks up at you, his gentle eyes meeting your tired ones, smiling when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands finding it’s way in his hair, gently running your fingers through it.

“sit with me?” sunghoon mumbles, now moving to pepper light kisses along your tummy and waist, chuckling softly when you squeal, and flinch away from the ticklish feeling.

you nod softly, smiling as he takes your hands, and pulls you onto his lap, his hand coming up to the back of your head, gently holding it, as he pulls you in, nuzzling your head into his neck, letting out a heavy, tired sigh.

“you okay, baby?” he asks in a whisper, a sad smile growing on his lips as he feels you shake your head. pouting, he tightens his hold on you. “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to… but i’m always here to listen to you, okay?” sunghoon says, his tone gentle, and quiet.

“i know it’s just—” you suck in a breath, taking a few seconds, before shakily exhaling. “i feel so tired lately. just tired of everything.. work, people, myself.. everything.” you speak out, voice trembling, tears threatening to trickle down your face as you swallow the burning lump in your throat.

his heart clenches at your weakened voice, wishing there was some way to take the pain and tiredness away from you, even if it means sacrificing his own time and happiness for you, he’d do it in a heart beat.

“is there anything i can do?” he asks, his cheek against yours as he speaks softly in your hear, hand holding the side of your head, gently caressing your cheek.

“just keep holding me. that’s all i need.” you mutter out, pulling your head away, your teary eyes meeting his, as you flash him a soft smile, before nuzzling your face back into his neck, inhaling the smell of what you thought was his body wash—turns out it was yours…

furrowing your eyebrows, you pull your face out of his neck, letting out a soft giggle. “did you use my body wash…?” you question, with a teasing smile, as you playfully squint your eyes at him.

the look on your boyfriends face was absolutely adorable. a sheepish smile on his face, paired with a pink tint on his cheeks. letting out an embarrassed chuckle, he slowly nods. “yeah it’s comforting… in a way…” he mumbles, his eyes wandering about, as his blush grows.

now you have your own blush forming… “oh, is it?” you whisper, tilting your head up, attempting to hide your tinted cheeks. sunghoon takes advantage of this, now leaning up to pepper small kisses along your neck, smiling as he does so.

“mhm… i use it when you’re not here, too.” he admits, his words muffled by your soft skin, his blush only growing as he confesses more.

“you’re so cute, my love…” you mumble, giggling softly when he nibbles at a specific ticklish spot on your neck. sunghoon smiles against your skin, slowly shaking his head, before pulling away, looking at you with an adorable cheeky smile that only grows larger as you look up at him, eyes glistening with adoration.

you both take a moment to admire one another; thoughts occupied by each other, and each other only. it was as if it was just you and him alone, left with nothing but love to conquer the world together… and it was all you needed; for you had only felt pure, and true love for him, as he did for you.

your once tiring, tear-filled night, now turned into a night of kisses, hugs, and most importantly, peace. the kind of peace you’d only find while in your lovers’ arms, accompanied by the quiet rainfall, as you both drift asleep, without a single care in the world.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ NOTE: thank you all for being so patient w me <3. it took me sm courage to finally post this, and now that i’m actually satisfied with how it turned out, i hope you are as well. i hope it was worth the wait ♡.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ TAGS: @seolboba @ohldwn @apple-brees @ashxxgyu @hoes4hoseok @flwrshee @bbujiikseu @multi-stan-jenny

[13as07]

Patience #4

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Mattz4]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,216

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Titty Fondling

Nick Names: Sensei, Little One, Sweet Thing, Princess, Obedient Girl, Kitten

Masturbating

Power Difference (Teacher/Student)

Nude/Sexual Modeling/Pictures

Oral (Female Receiving)

Hair Pulling

Overstimulation

Cock warming

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     "Little One," my Sensei coos, hovering behind me, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts. Jiraiya's thumbs toy with the edge of my bra, slowly dipping under it. "Guess what?"

     "What?" I whisper, trying to keep my breath even. Sensei's thumbs brushing over my nipples doesn't help me any, and neither does the fact that we're in the hallway that the Hokage's office is situated in. The thought of someone appearing and seeing my Sensei groping me is both embarrassing and very possible.

     "Tsunade agreed to give me some time off so I can work on my concept sketches for my new book," he whispers in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe once he's done speaking. Jiraiya's fingers work in tone with his mouth, pinching and twisting my nipples as he nibbles on me.

     "Oh, that's good," I mutter, trying to push his arms off me as the sound of people talking picks up down the hallway.

Jiraiya does what I want, readjusting my bra before his hands fall to my hips. "Yes it is, Sweet Thing," he starts, playfully toying with my dress, tugging it up my thighs as he pushes me down the hallway. "And you, Princess, are going to help your Sensei."

"How am I going to do that?"

"Well, you're the muse for my book so why not be the muse for the artwork as well?"

"What?"

     "Don't worry about it, Little One. Just know you're going to be my pretty little model."

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"Sensei," I whine, clinging to his shoulders as he tries to shake me loose. "I can't!"

"Yes, you can," he says softly, unlatching my arms from his shoulders before he settles my feet on the bottom of the tub. "I've seen you naked before, I've seen you in the shower before, I've gotten you off in the shower before. How is this any different?"

"Because you're watching me get myself off," I whimper, trying to grab at his shoulders again.

Jiraiya catches my wrists, holding both in one hand as he works to turn the shower on. "I have before. I watched you use a shower head to get off and then watched you hump a pillow. The only difference is I'm going to sketch it this time."

"Sensei!"

"Sweetheart," he says softly, using my wrists to tug me forward, resting his nose against mine as his eyes bore into mine. "We have three options. One, I pay a model to act out your little sins so I can do my concept art. Two, you can be an Obedient Girl and act out the scenes again while I sketch. Or three, you act out the scenes and I take photos to refer to. The choice is yours."

I whimper as I rub my thighs together. I know Jiraiya wouldn't mess with his models but I don't want him looking at another woman, even if it is just work. I also know if he had photos like that of me, he wouldn't do anything bad with them but it makes me nervous. "Option two," I whisper, getting rewarded with a soft peak to my lips.

"There's my Obedient Girl. Now, you get all wet and soaped up while I go get my pencils and sketchbook," he orders, popping the shower switch so the water starts raining down on me.

I let out another whimper, tugging the shower curtain closed as I let the water soak into my hair. I follow my orders, using the soap in Jiraiya's shower to suds up my body.

It's not long before the curtain is snapped open, Jiraiya standing there with a huge smile and his art supplies. "Let's fix your position, Princess," he mutters, setting his stuff down before his hands start to wander over my body.

He leans me against the wall, one hand pressed to it as the other one holds the shower head toward my pussy. Sensei gently pushes my back downward, making it arch before he spreads my legs apart a little more. "See? Perfect, and so sexy, Little One."

With that, Jiraiya settled in the toilet lead, pad in his lap and pencil already starting to sketch out the scene in front of him. His eyes shift back and forth between my form and the paper.

"Jiraiya," I whine, my pussy already starting to tingle from the stimulation.

"Sweet Thing?" He mutters, his eyes snagging between my legs for a beat longer than usual.

     "How long is this going to take you?" I stumble out, trying to bite down my moans. My pussy has started clenching, craving with the need for my Sensei's dick.

     "I don't know, Sweetheart. The whole detailed sketch will probably take thirty to forty hours but right now I'm just doing a rough outline. That'll take an hour or two."

     "I can't... two hours?! I can't do that," I whine, my first orgasm already balancing on the edge. "Sensei," I moan, my cum spilling down my legs, mixing with the water sliding between my thighs.

     "Princess," Jiraiya mutters, shifting his position. He settles on his knees next to the tub, using the end of his pencil to poke my legs open wider. "I gave you options. We can do option three if you prefer," he continues to mumble, his focus on my pussy as he disregards his supplies, replacing his pencil with his hand.

     My leg is lifted, and my knee settled on his shoulder. The hand not keeping my leg in place wraps around the hand I'm using to hold the shower head, keeping it in place. "Jiraiya," I whine, using my free hand to cling to his shoulder.

     He hums in acknowledgment, his tongue lapping my mess from my thighs as he continues to stimulate my clit, quickly building up my second orgasm. "I don't... what if... my photos get out?" I mumble, leaning my head against the shower wall.

     Sensei shifts forward with me, his head moving to plunge his tongue into my hole a time or two before he answers. "I'd never let that happen, Sweetheart. Whatever needs to happen for you to feel safe, I'll make happen. You can keep them, you can be around when I need them for my sketches, we can get a lock box for them, you can have the only key to the box, whatever you want," he rambles, occasionally cutting himself off to continue tongue fucking me.

     "Oh... okay... ya... that... that seems okay," I mutter, digging my nails into him as my second orgasm spills over.

     Moans tumble out of me, my noises only encouraged when Jiraiya works alongside the shower stream to toy with my clit. "Sensei," I hiss, balling his hair in my hand, tugging his head away from my pussy. "I can't... I can't take anymore. Please?"

     "Whatever you want, Princess," Sensei says, smiling up at me, a mix of my mess and the shower water dripping off his face. "Do you think you can hold on long enough for me to take some pictures? Are you going to be okay with that?" He asks, his earlier words going shallow as he runs the water streams up and down me. "Can Sensei take pictures of your pretty cunt?"

     I repeatedly shake my head yes, a third orgasm building up, making my legs shake. "What an Obedient Girl. You're so good to me," he coos, peaking my lips as he climbs to his feet. "You keep this right here," Jiraiya mutters, rubbing the water up and down my pussy once again before keeping it in place.

     "Yes Sensei," I mutter, my head lolling back and forth against the wall as my orgasm inches forward. Jiraiya kisses me once more before leaving me alone in the room.

     By the time he gets back, my third orgasm has washed over me, causing tears to spill down my cheeks. "Sensei," I whine, another kiss and a click of the camera in his grasp following my complaint. He takes the Polaroid out when it's done printing, shaking it before he sets it on the bathroom sink.

"Just a couple of photos, Sweetheart," he coos, pressing me back into my previous position. Jiraiya takes a few steps back, snapping another photo. He repeats his actions, taking the Polaroid, shaking it, and starting a stack. "Alright against the wall again, Princess," he orders, pressing my head against the shower wall again so I'm standing up straight.

"Just like that. You're such a pretty model. Who's Sensei's pretty model?" Jiraiya continues to praise, snapping more pictures and shifting my position around. "You did so good," he mutters, setting his camera on the neat little stack he's made.

Sensei snatches the shower head from me, coating my shivering body with the warm water before turning the shower off and placing the head back in place. "Let's get you warmed up," he coddles, grabbing a towel and wrapping me in it. "And get my pretty model a warm drink and some kisses," Jiraiya continues to coo, littering my nose in kisses. "And maybe a nap."

"And then you'll fuck me?" I ask eagerly, clinging to his shoulders as I'm lifted out of the tub.

"Yes, Sweet Thing. Then I'm fucking you," Sensei chuckles, situating my legs around his waist before carrying me out of the bathroom.

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"Sensei," I call, poking my head into his office. He's been cooped up in his office for almost two weeks. The only time Jiraiya comes out anymore is for new modeling situations and basic needs. I'm not even sure if he's been sleeping or not. He's been good to me still, making sure I get off as a reward for being the model for his concept art and coming to cuddle me and dip me in love when he needs a break.

     "Sweetheart," he calls back, turning his eyes away from his desk. His eyes are heavy, tiredness soaked in them, with smudges of charcoal dusted across his face. "Come here, Princess. Sensei wants to hold you."

     I eagerly dash through the office, making sure not to trip on any of the piles of stuff littering the ground. I crawl into Jiraiya's lap, bouncing around as I look over what he's working on. The recent sketch is the picture we took a couple of days ago. It's me propped on a pillow, thighs crushing it, knuckles white as I cling to the sheets, and head buried into the mattress as I get off.

     Sensei finished sketching it but has only gotten about a quarter of it detailed with the charcoal he's been using. The reference photo is clipped to the corner of the page, proving Jiraiya's perfect mirroring of it.

     "Do you like it?" He asks, head buried into my neck and arms wrapped around my waist as his frame envelopes me.

     "It looks cool. My hair is sketched a lot longer and my thighs are puffier. My skin tone is a bit darker too," I point out, noticing a few other tweaks to Sensei's art.

     His head lifts, a kiss pressed against my jawline. "You're the muse for my book and for the art of that book. That doesn't mean I want people to see you in those ways. Making small adjustments to the artwork makes it a little more the character and a little less you," Sensei mutters, nuzzling my head to the side so he can kiss the left side of my jaw. "It doesn't mean I want your hair longer or your thighs thicker or your skin darker. You're perfect as is, Little One."

     "Promise?"

     "Promise," Jiraiya mumbles, tugging me back so my back and pressed to his chest. His hands wander, tugging out a folder and a few of my pictures. He tugs my hand out of my lap, laying my photos in it before he snaps open the folder. "I'm done with those ones. Destroy them if you want or I can get you a lock box next time I leave the house like I said I would."

     "I'll probably destroy them," I murmur, shoving the photos into my pocket. "What's in the folder?" I ask, adjusting myself so I can get a better peak.

     "These are the pieces I've finished. I've done two or three versions of each one so there are options," he answers, laying out seven finished pieces before he's back to being wrapped around me.

     Sensei wasn't kidding. There are three pieces of me hunched over playing with myself in the shower, two of me pressed against the shower wall, and two variations of the one he's working on now. "After I finish the piece I'm working on now, I'll send out whatever ones you approve."

"Whatever ones I approve?" I ask, tilting my head so I can look at him.

"Ya. I might have changed them up so you're not recognizable but it's you at the core. If you don't like one or aren't comfortable with one or simply don't want it published then I won't send it in," Jiraiya mumbles, arms tightening around me again before he shifts our position.

     "That's very thoughtful of you," I tell, leaning against him as I check over the different pictures. Like he said, pieces of me shine through the artwork, but he's changed them enough that you wouldn't know it was based on me.

     "It's my job to make you feel safe, Little One. It's not thoughtful, it should be expected," he whispers into the skin of my neck, his words chased by soft kisses.

     "I still appreciate it."

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The feeling of being lifted shakes me awake from my nap. "Jiraiya?" I call, a bit of panic in my voice as I reach forward. My fingertips run over the familiar texture of his hair, putting my nerves at ease.

     "Sorry, Sweetheart, I was trying not to wake you. That didn't work out," he mutters, eyes soft as they look into mine. "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," he adds, setting me on my feet and pecking my forehead before heading out of his office.

     Since I've fallen asleep, Sensei has lost his shirt, which doesn't surprise me much. He's always as hot as a furnace so when my body heat is added on top of that, he tends to overheat quickly. It's the spark for our constant morning sex and once again, it's acting as a spark, my eyes trailing across Jiraiya's back until the door shuts, cutting off my sight of him.

     The tingles of arousal slowly drip in my stomach as I watch him walk out of the room. Once I'm alone, my eyes flicker around the small room, ideas swirling around my head. I shift my shirt off, dropping it to the floor where my pants join it. I quickly climb onto Sensei's desk, situating myself so my back is facing the door and my front is facing his chair.

     Just as I'm settling into my position, the door creaks back open. "I have work to do, Sweet Thing," Sensei's voice calls out, the authority in it sending shivers down my spine and encouraging my determination to get what I want. "I need to finish and send out my concepts," he continues to mumble, his arms sliding around me, fingertips ghosting over my panties.

"So? It wouldn't hurt to take a break," I mutter, leaning against him as I shift my legs open wider.

"I have work," he repeats, tugging me off the desk. "You have to wait, Little One." I let out a whine, going limp in his hold as I'm carried around the table and settled in Jiraiya's lap again.

"Please?" I whimper, wiggling in his lap, grinding myself against his semi-hard dick. "Just a quickie," I continue to push, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and tugging it between my legs.

     "Have some patience, Princess," Sensei soothes but does give in to my wants. His fingers ghost over my pussy again, adding just a bit of pressure to my clit as he rubs small circles against me.

     I settle against him, my head on his shoulder and my hands clinging to his arms, feeling the way his muscles move from toying with me and continuing his drawing. My eyes flutter closed, legs shifting wider so I can focus on the small touches. "Jiraiya," I whimper, the soft teasing quickly not being enough.

     "Sweetheart," he hums, increasing the pressure and picking up the pace of his fingertips. "You can't stay in here if you're going to be noisy. I'm trying to focus."

     "Jiraiya!"

     He sighs, tugging his hand away from my pussy to bury it in my hair. "Stand up, Sweet Thing," he mutters, using my hair to push me off his lap, and onto my feet. I'm held in place, facing forward as the sound of clothes shifting fills the room, making my stomach stir even more. "Turn around," comes my next order, followed by his hand shifting in my hair so he can keep ahold of me.

     "Jiraiya," I whine again, squirming as I stare at his dick. "Please?"

     "I already told you, have some patience, Little One. For now, come warm your Sensei's cock."

     My pussy tingles at the command, the command that I eagerly obey once he drops the hold on my hair. "Sensei," I call for the millionth time, squirming out of my panties before sliding his penis into me. I'm settled for no longer than a moment before I shift myself up again, quickly bouncing myself on his dick.

     He sits back, head propped up with a smug look on his face. "Look at you. Princesses don't act like this," Sensei hums, his eyes wandering along my body. "What are you acting like Little One?"

     "I... I don't... know," I mutter, my hands shooting forward to grip his hair, a support for myself as I ride him.

     "You're acting like a desperate kitten in heat," he mutters, turning his head to plant a kiss against my arm. "But, Sensei asked you to be a little cock warmer. Be an Obedient Girl for your Sensei," he adds, hands gripping my hips, shoving me down, and keeping me in place as he waits for me to obey.

     "Sensei," I whine, squirming in his lap and tugging on his hair. "Please? I want sex."

     "And I need to finish my work. Show Sensei those pretty patience we've been working on," he mutters, leaning forward to brush a handful of kisses against my lips. "If you're good, I'll spend the rest of the night pleasing you, Sweetheart."

     "Promise?"

     "Promise." I let out a whiney sigh, dropping my hands to Jiraiya's shoulders. I tighten my arms around him, burying my head in his neck as I go still. "There's my Obedient Girl," he coos, littering my shoulder with kisses before shifting us forward.

     Sensei moves around, his focus back on his work. As he moves, his dick shifts in me, making noises spill from, and my pussy pulse around him. "Hush, Little One. Sensei is trying to work," He teases, pulling back a bit, jerking his hips so I bounce.

     "Jiraiya," I whimper, tightening my legs around his sides and digging my nails into his shoulders.

     "Patience, Sweetheart."

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[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Four

chapter warnings: language, implied sexual content, sexual tension hehe

word count: 2.4k

After embarrassingly crying to Ted about my sex life, I quickly had to run back to my flat before I embarrassed myself even more. 

When I get back to my flat, I took out my laptop and started to Google all the players on the team. Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya. I even decided to Google Ted, purely out of curiosity. I thought I'd get a bit more caught up before our first official day of work. 

Jamie's results were what I expected. I'm definitely gonna have to work on his branding, I thought to myself.

Roy's results were pretty clean. Most of the articles just talked about how he should start to think about retiring because of his age and his supposed knee problem. 

Sam's results were about how he came to England from Nigeria to play for AFC Richmond. In every interview he does, he mostly just talks about how much he misses home. 

Ted's results made my heart drop. There were some positive things about him, but most of the things that people were saying about him online were sickening. 

Ted Lasso: Richmond's New Hillbilly Coach. 

One of the links had a video of Ted with the Wichita State Football Team. It looked like the team was in the locker room after winning a game, where they were all dancing with Ted. The football players all honestly looked like they adored that man. One of the football players in question, Julian Silva, my lovely ex-boyfriend. 

After getting to know Ted better, seeing footage of him and Julian together is enough to make my stomach churn. They are complete polar opposites. Knowing Ted, he was probably way too kind to him. A lot kinder than he deserved. 

***

The next day was our first "official" day at AFC Richmond. Naturally, Ted welcomed me at my front door with a coffee in one hand and a box of fresh made biscuits in the other. 

"What's this?" I asked while taking the box. 

"Just a little something. You gotta let me know how they are before I give 'em to the boss. Just take a little nibble." Ted eagerly waited for me to take a bite. 

"Holy shit-" I said with a mouth full of biscuits, "This is delightful. How the hell do you know how  to make this shit?"

"Google... and baking shows, of course." Ted answered. 

"The Great British Bake Off baby," Coach Beard chipped in. 

"I'm telling you, you two become more and more interesting by the day." 

When we arrived at the stadium, we all went our separate ways. Ted went to find Rebecca to give her his homemade biscuits, Coach Beard went out on the pitch, and I found my way down to my office. 

Being logged onto Richmond's socials and keeping an eye on all the comments, especially the comments revolving around Ted, was quite exhausting already. People on the internet could be so cruel. After moderating their socials for a bit, I found a livestream from Richmond's official page that they were doing a press conference, right now.

Shit, Ted probably had no idea they were dong this, I thought to myself. After reading the comments, it seemed like probably one out of ten people had something nice to say. Then it went down to zero after Ted had accidentally spit on the entire audience of journalists. Today was going to be a long day. 

After closing my laptop for a quick breather, someone knocked on my door. "Anyone in here?"

"Yeah, come on in." I responded. In came a girl that I thought looked vaguely familiar. She looked around my age, maybe a little bit older than me. Where have I seen her before?

"Hello! I just wanted to come and meet you in person! I'm Keeley Jones!" She came running up to me and giving me a hug. 

"Hi! I'm Lacy." I hugged her back, why not?

"I know! God, you're fucking fit." She took a step back and really stared at me for a second. 

"I'm not really sure what that means, but thanks!" I awkwardly laughed. "So what do you do around here?"

"I'm kinda famous for being almost famous, if that makes sense. I was with Jamie Tartt for a little, but we actually broke up a few days ago. I do a lot of PR work for the team, too, yeah?"

"Oh shit," I exhaled. Now I know where I know her. She came up when I was looking up Jamie earlier. Thank God I'm not a homewrecker. 

"But I'm not taking your job or anything. You're actually way more qualified than me." Keeley laughed. "We'll be working together, if that's alright. I do more of the 'getting them sponsorships' and shit and you're more of their public image of the players and the overall club. I have a feeling we're gonna be great friends, Lace." Keeley smiled.

"Me too, Keeley." I smiled back. 

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"Lacy, come in here a second, would ya?" Ted called from his desk to mine. I'd been splitting my time evenly between being on the pitch with the coaches and the players and being in my office. I wanted to make sure I knew what they were doing, but I also wanted to make sure I was doing my job and moderating their socials. 

"Yes, Coach?" I said with my voice slightly raised and my lashes fluttered, obviously being facetious. Why not have some fun and spice up the day?  I decided to get comfortable and sit atop of his desk. 

After clearing his throat, visibly affected by my comment, Ted managed to say, "I wanna throw a birthday party for Sam. He's just feeling a bit homesick at the moment and he needs to know that we're on his side. So are you free tonight?"

"What makes you think I'd literally be doing anything else?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, I didn't know if you had plans with a certain Mr. Ja-," Ted laughed as I cut him off. 

"No, Ted. I will be there."

"Great, see you later," Ted got up and touched my arm before leaving the office, causing my heart to almost fall out of ass as I looked over at Coach Beard, who of course, had his head in a book and didn't witness any of what happened. Ted always touches people in their arms when he talks to them. That's just his thing. 

"Are you gonna go to the party tonight, Beardo?" I asked. 

"Beardo?" I finally got him to put the book down.

"Is that alright?" I questioned. Maybe Ted touching my arm is causing me to act all weird. 

Beard took a second to think before responding with, "I'll allow it." He then got up and left the office, leaving me just sitting there on Ted's desk, all alone.

***

 After going back to my flat and getting ready for the party, I settled on a little cocktail dress that Rebecca put in my closet. 

Ted Lasso: You ready, spaghetti?

Lacy Watson: As ready as I'm gonna be.

Coach Beard: Can I bring a girl I met today?

Lacy Watson: When did you meet a girl? You were at work all day?

Ted Lasso: We're just gonna keep tonight a work casual thing. If she's like any of your other gals, we don't wanna scare Sam. Maybe next time, Bud. 

Coach Beard disliked " We're just gonna keep tonight a work casual thing. If she's like any of your other gals, we don't wanna scare Sam. Maybe next time, Bud."

Rhythmic knocks rapped against my door. "Come in!" I yelled down. A few sets of footsteps came up my stairs when suddenly Ted and Coach Beard rounded the corner into my living room. A part of me panicked realizing this was their first time in my flat. 

"Look at you!" Ted called out to me, causing me to roll my eyes. 

"Let's just go." I groaned. 

I wore my sneakers during the walk so I wasn't suffering in my heals. When we arrived at the stadium, Ted had sent Coach Beard in while he helped me change into my heals that I brought in my bag. Ted, being the gentleman he is, knelt to the ground to help give me some balance. 

"Are you nervous about seeing Jamie? You didn't really see him today at training." Ted questioned, while letting me hold onto his shoulders while putting on my heals. 

"I'm not that bothered by it. Either way, tonight is all about making Sam feel at home. I have to put my stupid boy drama aside for the night."

"Panda?" Ted looked up at me. There was just something about this man knelt before me, looking up at me, that made my stomach do acrobatics. 

"I think we should choose a different word. There's just something about a grown man saying the word panda that's just a little funny," I joked to change the subject. 

"Whatever you want." Ted looked down and smirked. Just as he was about to say something else, Coach Beard came running outside, huffing all out of breath. 

"There you guys are! I thought you got lost!" He exclaimed. 

"You're such a smart-ass." I laughed. Ted got off his knees and escorted Coach Beard and I into the stadium. 

Football players were standing all throughout the locker room with drinks in their hand, deep in conversation. The locker room was filled with balloons, streamers, and miscellaneous birthday decorations. "Who did this?" I questioned. 

"Oh, that would be me." Nate came out of nowhere. 

 "You did an awesome job, Nate-dawg. It looks great." Ted slapped Nate on the back, to which he smiled. 

"Yeah, this looks awesome, Nate." I smiled at him. "If you'll excuse me, real quick. I'm gonna go find Sam."

After looking around the locker room, I found Sam deep in conversation with Colin Hughes. "Hi, Sam! Happy birthday!" I went to shake his hand since I didn't formally meet him yet. He pushed my hand away and gave me a hug. 

"Thank you, Ms. Watson! This is such an amazing surprise. It's been really hard being away from my family, so thank you for helping me feel less alone."

"Of course, Sam. And please, I'm only four years older than you. Please just call me Lacy."

"Yes, Lacy." Sam smiled back. 

"Enjoy the party." I gave Sam a side hug as he continued his conversation with Colin. As I went throughout the locker room, looking to see if Keeley had showed up, I saw the last person I wanted to see, Jamie Tartt. 

"Hi, Jamie." I decided to be civil, especially if I have to work with him. 

"Hiya, Lacy. Nice party." He took a sip of his drink, probably his second or third drink of the night. 

"Hm." I just nodded in response, not really knowing what to say. 

"Let's get you a drink." Jamie took my hand to get me a drink. I didn't really feel like a drink tonight, especially because I wanted to get some work done when I got back to my flat. 

"That's alright, Jamie. I don't really want to." I looked to my left and saw Ted staring daggers at Jamie. He was on the complete other side of the locker room, so he couldn't even possibly hear what we were saying. 

"Cmon, just one drink. For old times sake," Jamie winked at me. 

"How can that possibly be for old times sake, that was three days ago." Sometimes Jamie genuinely confused the fuck out of me. 

"Just have one drink with me and I'll leave ya alone, yeah? Let's just be civil." Jamie continued to persuade. 

As soon as I saw Ted start to walk over to us, I heard a deep voice come from behind me, "She's not having the fucking drink, so get the fuck out of here." Roy Kent. 

"No one's talking to you, Grandpa." Jamie looked behind me and stared down Roy. 

"Is there an issue going on here, fellas?" Ted finally made his way over, standing directly next to me. 

"No one's talking to you, wanker. I'm trying to give Lacy an opportunity with a real man, yeah?" Jamie laughed to himself. 

"I think you've had too much to drink tonight, Jamie. How about you just go home before we all do something we regret." Ted sternly said to him. If looks could kill, Jamie would be dead on the floor. 

"This party fucking blows anyway." Jamie threw his drink on the floor and walked out. Tears started to form in my eyes. I really wanted to be civil with Jamie, but he may be making that impossible. 

"Come here," Ted took my arm and I went with him but stopping him before we got too far. 

"Wait a second," I pulled away for a moment to turn around to Roy, "Thank you, Roy." I gave him a tiny hug, to which he grunted and walked away. I was gonna break through him. I could feel it. 

I ran back up to Ted as he was talking to Beard, "I'm just gonna take her home. You've got it from here?" 

Coach Beard nodded. 

***

It was a very silent walk back home with neither one of us knowing exactly what to say. 

Ted broke the silence first, "Do you want me to say something to him tomorrow?"

"No, Ted. It's alright. He was drunk. I don't think he's a bad guy, just stupid." I laughed a little, to which Ted nodded. 

"Alright, then. Just give me the word and he'll be off my team." Ted responded sternly. No hint of a joke behind his tone. I just nodded. 

When we made it back to the flats, Ted stopped at the foyer and as always, asked if I wanted to join him inside for a drink. 

"I think I'm gonna call it a night. I gotta catch up on all our socials and I don't even think I have the energy to do that." 

"Well, don't work too hard," Ted pointed a finger at me. 

"I make no promises. I gotta prove to the boss lady that I'm worth keeping around."

"Touche. Well, have a good night, Lacy Loo."

"Goodnight, Teddy."

He walked into his flat the same time I walked into mine. After the door shut, my back pressed against the door as I felt it difficult to catch my breath. All I could feel were the butterflies in my stomach, trying to pull me into his flat. Though it's only been three days, I had to stop lying to myself. I wasn't just being flirty for the hell of it. I didn't reject Jamie Tartt because he's not a good looking guy. 

No. I was falling for Ted Lasso. 

Fuck. 

authors note: these next few chapters are gonna get sooooo good I love writing jealous Ted and I wanna keep writing more of him hehe I cannot wait to write the gala ep I'll leave it up to your imagination for now. also!! lacy and roy's friendship is gonna be the end of me I swear <3 im gonna try to have a chapter out every other day :)

taglist: @nerdgirljen

[christinescupofcoffee]

Pretty Boy Fille

Prompt: You know that the cute clerk at your local coffee shop is actually a fae, a fae that is very mad that you constantly give them a fake name, made worse by the fact that you embarrass them with those jokes on a daily basis.

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He almost seemed a little too pretty for words. He was the kind of guy who also seemed a little too out of place there at the coffee shop with his long inky black hair down to the middle of his back and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to gaze back into my soul. He was also the kind of guy whom I had always wanted to play with, too.

I couldn’t exactly explain it, but it was a feeling that I couldn’t resist, either.

I was always the girl with the long ponytail down to my waist, and I always wanted him to see it as well as the way that my skin looked under the light of the coffee shop.

“Thank you, fille,” I always said to him, to which he always responded with a pursing of his lips and an exasperated sigh through his bulbous nose. There was a part of me that liked seeing him in a huff, especially when I was just joking around, messing around with him, and I hoped that he would understand this as well. The other girl at the counter would thus call out my name and he would look over at me from the other side of the counter.

There was something about the look in his eyes, too, something that told me that he understood what I was getting at with him.

I just wanted to play around with him. A boy like that needed a little bit of fun in his life, especially when he always seemed to work with his shoulders hunched over and his head bowed as if he was ashamed of what he was doing for all of us and for me, in particular.

I knew I hit a nerve when I caught eyes with him from my spot on the other side of the room, and I raised a hand for him. It was a day where they were selling slices of pie for a dollar along with refills for free, and I hadn’t seen him that morning, either.

“Can I get a refill, fille?” I called out to him. With a nibble on his lip, he came over to me with the carafe of coffee in hand, and something told me that he wanted to pour that over my lap instead of into my mug. Nevertheless, he poured it in for me.

“By the way, ‘fille’ means ‘girl’,” he scoffed. He seemed a bit curt with me, but I couldn’t help but giggle to myself at that thought. I kept wanting to call him that because he was just so pretty.

I would never forget the first time I did that with him. He bowed his head a bit from the word which escaped my lips. I knew he liked it, just like how I knew he knew how I liked my coffee.

But when he flounced back to the counter, I could tell that he wasn’t in the best of moods. I could tell that it was upsetting him, and upsetting him far beyond that which I could understand, too.

I finished my piece of pie when I noticed that he had gone out back for his lunch break. I picked up my cup and followed him out there, only to find him sitting on the curb behind the back door with his arms folded over his knees. His long black hair drifted behind him like the vines of a weeping willow.

I stood next to him, and he glanced up at me with a stern look on his face.

“Can I sit?” I asked him.

“Go ahead,” he replied, slightly resigned. I sank down next to him, and I kept my coffee nestled in my hands all the while. We stayed silent for a moment, and I could tell that I had in fact hit a nerve with him,

“Hey,” I began in a low voice. “I’m sorry I keep doing that. It’s just…”

“What?” he quipped back, still curt. Those eyes gazed back at me. There was something so hypnotic about them. I examined the full shape of his face and his head, in particular the way his hair seemed to glow a little lighter on the right side.

“I think you’re really cute,” I answered. “And… I feel bad that my nickname for you is making you feel that way. I actually hate to see you miffed like that.”

He raised his eyebrows, and he held back a bit. I knew that I had said too much right then, but it was the truth, however. I just wanted to tease him a little bit.

I returned to my cup of coffee for a sip, and I could feel him still looking on at me.

“You know, now that you say that,” he began again, “I kind of see now what you were getting at.” I returned my gaze to him, right as the stern scowl on his face faded out.

“Yeah, I mean… I like to play around and flirt a bit,” I explained, and the frown lifted itself into a small smile. “Why do you work here, anyways? You seem like such an outsider here.”

“Money,” he replied with a shrug. “I also have to do some other things besides sitting on my ass all day long.”

I could tell that this was something more than just a simple daily thorn in his side, but he needed something more. I sipped on my coffee some more, and I decided to drop the nickname in favor of something else.

“What is your name, anyway?” I asked him.

“Nathan,” he replied in a small voice.

“I’m Chris,” I said back to him. “Although I’m sure you know as you write my name on my cup every time I come in here.”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said with a slight bow of his head. He lifted his gaze to me so his sharp brow accentuated the look on his face. “So you think I’m cute, eh?”

“I do, yeah. Cute enough for a kiss.”

He raised his eyebrows at me again.

“Oh, dear,” he muttered.

“Oh, dear what?” I asked him.

“You know what that means, right?”

“No. What?”

He turned his head to me, and he hooded those deep eyes at me.

“I’m going to have to kiss you now. It’s too bad, though.” He shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at me.

“Why is that?” I asked him.

“I unfortunately have a girlfriend.”

“Why is it unfortunate?”

He leaned in closer to me, such that I could smell the cologne on the side of his nice neck. He puckered his cherry lips at me, and I could feel the warmth between us, the passion, the pain, the euphoria.

“Because I think you’re a sexy woman, Chris,” he breathed to me. “I love everything you do.”

“And you haven’t seen everything yet, big boy,” I teased him, and I kissed the tip of his nose. A shiver shot up his spine, and he ran his long lanky fingers through his black hair.

“Well, I’m going to be thinking about this forever now,” he said with a slight break in his voice. “Would you like to go to dinner sometime?”

“I don’t date,” I quipped to him.

“You don’t date?”

“No. I just never saw the point of it.”

He paused for a moment, and then he shook his head. “You know, it’s funny, I don’t, either. Um… do you still wanna do something together, though?”

“Of course!” I assured him. “As long as it’s not a date.”

“We won’t count it as such,” he assured back at me with a wink.

“But wait, what about your girlfriend, though?”

“Eh, don’t worry about her,” he promised me. “I’ll just say you’re my friend.” He winked at me again, and that time, I linked my fingers around his to feel closer to him.

Maybe joking around with him was a good move, after all.

[blackberrysummerblog]

For WIP Wednesday I thought I’d post a scene from a Snowbaz AU I’ve been writing where the Crucible marries mages rather than assigning roommates. Simon and Baz are 20 and were surprise!married by the Crucible a short while before this snippet is set. Baz has been trying to keep an emotional distance because he still believes he and the Mage’s Heir are meant to kill each other, but he’s not managing it so well, as can be seen here when Simon tries to sneak an illicit midnight snack :P

Simon

I spy the butter and have it out before I even know what I’m thinking. In the group homes I used to spoon great mounds of it into my mouth whenever I was the first one down to breakfast and there was no one to see me embarrassing myself; I’m never the first one awake in the House of Pitch, but now it’s late and there’s no one in the kitchen. Working fast, I peel back the foil and take an enormous bite. It’s heaven: relief floods through me as tension I didn’t know I’d been carrying releases. Baz’s family has the best-tasting butter ever.

I jump at the loud groan behind me. “Please tell me you’re sleepwalking, Snow,” Baz says from across the kitchen, and I hastily shove the butter back on its shelf, my cheeks burning. There’s going to be teeth prints in it for sure; maybe I can sneak back down and slice off the ruined bit before his family finds out. There’s no way I’m here only a week and don’t get blamed for the sudden appearance of bite marks in the butter—come to that, I wouldn’t put it past Baz’s father to obtain my dental records if I denied it.

Baz shoulders me away from the still open refrigerator and takes the butter out; I want to die. Maybe I should pretend I was sleepwalking. “Baz, I—”

He shakes his head at me and steps over to the counter, slicing away the bitten chunk with a knife. Wordlessly, he holds it out, waving his hand at me when I hesitate. “Snow,” he says softly, no trace of accusation in his voice.

“I know I’m revolting,” I mutter, humiliation scalding my face and down my neck to my chest. Baz wags his hand again and when I step nearer him, he holds the piece of butter to my lips.

“Have it,” he says. “Do you think you’d like some toast? I was going to make myself a piece anyway.”

I take the butter but don’t put it in my mouth. “Baz.”

“What?” He’s opening a loaf of bread and taking out two slices. He glances up at me, but when I don’t say anything, he turns to the toaster. I hastily shove the pat of butter into my cheek and wipe my fingers against my pajama bottoms. I can’t help staring at Baz’s back. Even tired and mussed from sleep, he’s a sight to behold. He doesn’t belong with a mess like me.

“I’m sorry about the butter,” I say when he turns back to face me.

Baz winces. “Don’t apologize to me for what you like to eat, Simon,” he says. He looks almost pained.

“You don’t think it’s disgusting?”

Suddenly, his expression shifts. “Taking on a block of butter as though it were a chocolate bar, Snow?—it’s absolutely shocking. But you,”—Baz grabs me by the waist and sweeps me up onto the counter, how is he this strong—“are absolutely adorable.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“Baz!” Bracing my hand against his chest, I push him back to look properly into his face. He’s laughing, and Merlin, he’s gorgeous. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” His hands curl around my jaw, thumbs tracing slow, small circles against the side of my face. “Snow, when we’re old and fat and have troublingly high cholesterol levels, I’ll worry about your butter-snarfing habits. Right now you can eat a block a day and I’ll fight anyone who gives you guff about it, all right?”

The toast pops. Baz spreads a thick layer of butter over each piece and hands me one, a little smile playing around his mouth as I take a huge bite. “I told you I grew up in group homes,” I say while chewing, watching Baz nibble the corner of his toast. He nods. “You’d never make it taking your time like that,” I add, shoveling the rest of my toast into my mouth.

“Had to be fast, did you?” Baz breaks his toast in the middle and hands me half.

“There just wasn’t ever enough, really. Definitely nothing nice like what we got at Watford, or like you have here.”

Baz tilts his head and breaks his toast in two again when I finish. He passes me half of his half. “What we have here. It’s yours now, too, Snow-Pitch.”

I stuff the toast in my mouth and wave my hand as he breaks his piece again. “Don’t. I’ve eaten all your toast.”

“You can always eat all my toast.” Smiling, Baz pushes the piece into my hand and pops the last remaining crumbs into his mouth. “Do you want any more?”

I shake my head slowly. I hadn’t expected him to understand about the homes, but he caught on right away. He’s smart—so smart, how would I ever have defeated him? (And what if I still have to try? I don’t want to, even if all of magic depended on it.)

“Come on, then,” Baz says, taking my hand and tugging me down onto my feet. He’s pressed against me, holding me pinned against the counter, and I risk skating my hands up along his sides. I wish...I don’t know what I wish. When I meet his eyes, he’s just looking at me. Seeing me. It’s a little terrifying.

Baz

He looks terrified. I back away reluctantly (I want to kiss him. He’ll taste like butter and toast and only everything I’ve ever wanted) and return the butter block to the fridge. There’s more than enough left for breakfast, and the children prefer clotted cream, anyway.

Snow is quiet on the way back upstairs, although he holds my hand as he leads the way. Maybe he’s embarrassed about showing me so much of himself. I turn an image over in my mind: the rolly, dirt-faced urchin I’d seen years ago in oversized hand-me-downs, staring at all the pastries he wanted and couldn’t have. I didn’t know what want looked like, then; how could I have?—no. I did know, but not in the same ways as Simon. I wanted my mother back, the grief so sharp and slicing on some days that I thought the vampires must have left their teeth in me. I wanted comfort, though Fiona tried hard to pick up the slack from my father, and later on there was Daphne, doing her best. And then I wanted Snow, an ache that still breaks me open and turns me in on myself almost constantly.

I didn’t want for the basics, though, and I was well-cared for. Simon was emotionally deprived, and had to worry about keeping body and soul together on top of it. I think about the butter, the sheer caloric heft of it; his body instinctively craved it to ensure he had enough fat and calories to survive, and now it’s a comfort, a coping mechanism. Does he need to cope, here? Does he feel alone?

“Simon,” I say outside our bedroom door, and he lets me cup his face in my hands. (I shouldn’t kiss him here; there’s never any telling where Mordelia is).

“Yeah?”

I don’t know. I never don’t know what to say, but I don’t know now. That’s what this tawny-skinned nightmare does to me. I kiss the mole just above his left eyebrow. “Nothing. Let’s get some sleep.”

Snow curls up in the middle of the bed, covers kicked off and one hand stretched out toward me. I trace around his fingers, touching the webbing of each and then stroking every one of his knuckles in turn. He makes a sound that might be my name, or nothing at all, just some little noise against the pillow, and I twine my fingers with his at last. Moments later, his heart rate slows and I hear him start to snore.

[medicus-felini]

"That's how it went; this little game of truth and dare.. I knew it would cause me trouble, ga ne." Mr 3 chuckles, unlike how someone else planned; he doesn't feel annoyed at all. He's hardly takes first steps and that was just a perfect cue. The artist leans over her desk, elbows over the table while facing the mink; as the dare said he should do. "We're close enough and while I know I shouldn't be that shy to talk about these things with you, Missy Linn. My heart just can't handle when I think about you that manner, specially in front of others, ga ne." He gently takes her hand, placing over his own cheek as he nuzzles it without breaking eye contact. " I'll admit I'm into wax play but it's not my main thing.... if you're ever interested. I even searched for things that wouldn't glue onto your fur—that’s more as a foreplay tool than anything." He gives a firm squeeze over her hand.

“Now about fantasy… well. I’m a simple man; doubt that would be called degenerated per say. Do you know when our hearts feel like one and we’re about to feel total bliss? There’s.. really something about if I just took it from you; that ending. I guess because I like to be in control of things; plan them. Now...If that happened.. over.. and over..and over." His lips touched her palm, kissing softly as his eyes closed for a bit. “ There’s something sublime in the total frustration and pain that is not being able to get what you want, until you feel simply miserable and just want the release of that sensation, you know.”

“Oh.. to imagine Missy Linn with pitiful eyes; begging please and then holding them closer to me as I finally allow myself to end that agony. As if our body only think on the desire than anything else.” His teeth nibble on the side of her palm, breathing deeply.

“I hope—hope.” Obviously, flustered and excited by that. He gulps down as he looks at her again. “I don’t sound like a degenerate to you, Missy Linn. By now.. I..Feels like our bodies are like extensions of each other… and I yearn to be complete so often. but I… don’t want to be a pervert in your eyes, ga ne.”

@waxgentleman `♡´ The wax question (finally)

Well, that was certainly something. Looks like this game reached Galdino, and he had to do his fair share of dares too. The doctor wouldn't call it trouble per se, though. An amused smile escapes her lips, how many times did they have problems being frank with each other? He was a gentleman through and through, always trying to keep things to himself rather than sharing them. The embarrassment was shared, Linn would physically melt down in a puddle of shame if she ever had to speak her desires out loud. They understood each other without words, which was good enough to not take it as something bad

The wax play question has always been a light tease, accompanied by some serious interest. Mr. 3 had the ability to create wax on the spot. He had to make use of it aside from battle and art, anything else would be... weird! ❝ Oh, you actually did research about this topic...? ❞ the mink stammers, her heart sinking. That man's train of thought is so unimpeachable. ❝ You are planning through everything. You really did not have to- ❞ Well, maybe she was secretly glad he did. Ah? He was not finished yet. But that was all she was asking for as his truth in that game.

Galdino's voice feels like salve, honey around her ears, which makes them twitch with every syllable. And the lips leaning towards her hand, her palm—oh dear god, what is he doing? Linn can only listen silently, eyes big like saucers, all while a heavy blush pushes itself onto her whole face. It's bad. Very bad. The cat has to remind herself to blink every once in a while. She is on autopilot. Factory settings.

He is talking about edging. Orgasm delay. Isn't he? Quite bold to just share this with her. Was it that bold? It's not like they are still immature teens in their first week of sharing closeness. Both enjoyed their fair share of tea time. Still, the way he phrases it—wanting to see her helplessly pleading to end said ordeal... interesting indeed. Galdino was honest with her. There was not a hint of teasing, his teeth softly nibbling on her hand made her shudder.

His monologue is finished with his final self-conscious sentences. A pervert? He is so humble, so modest. It makes her heart melt even more. Her lids lower, trying to catch his glimpse, welcoming his eyes to find reassurance in her own. ❝ Is that something you are curious about? To see me truly lost and at your mercy? Hm, maybe you did have your reasons for being in prison, Mr. Galdino. ❞ She quips.

The hand, which was kissed a moment before, rests on the artist's cheek, caressing slowly over his warm skin until wandering along his jaw and finding its place on the side of his neck. Oh, how his pulse throbs against her paw-pads, adorable...

❝ I am not one to deny a thorough session of... investigations around these fantasies.❞

[softestboygirlalive]

I keep a sexual fantasy journal and there is one excerpt that has been getting me off so hard every time I use it.

My partner in this fantasy is a dom. I will be using they/them for, well, them. They can be whoever you want ;) Mostly they refer to me using the masculine. You can assume that everything is consensual and has been discussed beforehand but I don’t really go over that type of thing in my journal it’s just my thoughts

Kinks: Piss, erotic piercings, erotic humiliation, crying (lots,) ear stimulation, temperature play, overstimulation

I usually grind softly on my stuffies and touch myself gently as I imagine being put in bondage, toying with my nipple piercings and pinching my clit as I imagine how it will go. I am usually tied or cuffed on a covered bed or massage table with my arms folded and bound together up over my head, my legs held in a fully folded and spread position with my toes, and a labia spreader wrapped around my thighs holding my pussy open.

I get so excited just thinking about my body spread open, helpless under the loaded gaze of my dom. In reality I reach for my suction vibrator and edge myself, but in my fantasy it is them teasing my first orgasm out of my wantonly exposed clit. When I cum, they don't stop. They torture my clit mercilessly but they know I reach my limit quickly that way, so they distract me a little by slipping a slick finger into my ass.

My desperate squirming does much of the work of opening me up. Time falls away, and the relentless stimulation continues until I can't do anything but pant and whine. They have four fingers deep inside me, and I am so aroused and open that they are drilling them around seemingly effortlessly.

Both hands slip away from me, and tears start to trickle down my cheeks as a result. Nothing happens for a while as they look their fill, stroking their cock with the hand they had inside me as they enjoy the messy picture I paint. My eyes closed, I hear a soft "fuck" drop from their lips and suddenly, I feel their mouth on my ass.

A kiss drops beside my hole gently but I almost feel like I imagined it because in the next instant, they are eating my ass like they are starving. Holding my cheeks apart, they lick and nibble all around my loose rim. They are making sounds of enjoyment and slurping loudly in concert with the gasps they are wrenching out of me because they know it makes me so, so embarrassed.

Once they are satisfied with their meal, they rise and squirt a generous dollop of intentionally cold lube straight into my loose and overheated asshole, making me squirm as I feel my pussy gush with the shock of it. They fuck into my absolutely dripping pussy just twice, only to slick themselves up. I am riding so high for those two thrusts, fresh tears springing up at how good my denied cunt feels. I sob aloud when they retract fully, and sob even louder again when they fill my ass in one strong motion.

They bottom out a few times then still, letting me feel their cock twitch and my ass clench in response. They grip my hair in one hand and my neck in the other and lean forwards so their mouth is at my left ear. Growling lowly, they speak.

"I'm going to take you apart."

Then, biting around my lobe none-too-gently, they start thrusting harshly. Growling and panting into my ear like an animal, teeth still clenched around it, they fuck me with the full, heavy length of their cock.

They treat my ear like they did my ass, mouthing it wetly and licking inside while muttering filthy things like how tight my ass is, how it belongs to them to use however they want. They tell me I am such a filthy slut for them and ask me if I'd let them do whatever they wanted. I say yes, anything, and they chuckle darkly.

"Anything?" they confirm, asking in a low, level voice tinted heavily with lust. I nod desperately, tears gathering in my eyes as I am railed hard. I have one hole achingly empty, spread and dripping, and the other is being continuously filled, causing my whole pelvic floor to clench sporadically. The contrast is so overwhelming that it is a sensation all on its own.

They groan in my left ear as a response to my affirmation, lick into it deeply then spit directly into my ear canal before shoving my head over to reveal my undefiled right ear. Holding my head in both hands possessively, they lean back in and growl,

"I'm going to cum so deep in your ass, so hard. But I'm not going to pull out. I'm going to stay inside you until I go down just enough to piss. Then I'm going to fill you the rest of the way up, just like you deserve."

At this point, I am so overwhelmed by the words and sensations traveling from my ear to my empty, aching pussy that I cum just from that and the cock in my ass. They don't stop talking or fucking me. They just let loose an "Oh, god," in response to my orgasm, and keep going with a,

"Fuck yes baby, I knew you'd like that, you're so filthy for me. After I cum in your ass I'm going to turn you over onto your knees so nothing spills as I fill you up all the way. Then I'm going to get the big plug while you keep your hole closed like a good boy, and I'm going to stop you up so that you stay nice and full for me. And do you want to know what I'm going to do to reward my baby boy for such filthy behavior?"

I whine and nod, unable to summon words of my own as my mind fills with lewd images at their bidding. They inhale and growl and lick my right ear. I can feel their cooling spit leaking out of my left ear and soaking the sheet it's pressed into. I can feel my spread pussy drooling slick down my taint and onto my rim and their cock.

"After you're plugged," they say in a soothing, babying tone, "I'm going to clean up your filthy, nasty holes. I'm going to get a needle and put a little gold ring through the hood of your clit. That way you’ll never forget how dirty you were for me, letting me do whatever I want to your greedy, slutty holes."

They intersperse their words with increasingly desperate thrusts into my asshole as they chase their pleasure, and with nips and licks and delivered directly to my ear. The words as much as the treatment cause me to moan loudly and writhe in my bonds. I know they are getting close, and I begin to tighten myself up for them in pulses that I am trying to keep rhythmic, but my body is quaking outside of my control.

Suddenly, they are following through with their threat to fill me up. They don't pull out as promised, and give us both a moment to catch our breath. My eyes are closed and my head is in the clouds, and I hear them ask for what seems the second time,

"Babydoll? color for me to fill you up with my piss next?"

I manage after a few tries to nod my head and desperately whine out a "please." They moan in anticipation and roll us over, staying inside while hitching me high onto my kneed and pushing at my shoulders to arch my back and press their semi as deep inside me as possible.

A new warmth floods inside me, at a higher pressure and greater quantity than I was prepared for. It's so overwhelmingly degrading that tears spring immediately from my eyes, and they make matters worse by reaching around and pinching and twisting my clit roughly. I can feel warmth dribbling down my leg and try to clench to stop it escaping. This makes them groan deeply, hips stuttering against me, and release even more strongly.

I'm crying fully at the humiliation, and the pain in my clit, and the rough way my body is being handled, and at the sheer intensity of how good it all is. I think I cum again but it doesn't even really matter, the tears are the better release.

They start to harden again, watching me cry as I take their piss, and the stream dwindles as they grow fully erect again. They grab my hair roughly in one hand again and my throat in the other, and say, "clench." I do and they moan. I clench as long as I can while they grind deeply into me without thrusting, sloshing the liquid around obscenely. When I release they breathe for a few seconds then say,

"Again."

This goes on for an indeterminate amount of time. Then they begin to slowly pull their cock out of me. I immediately start begging and pleading and crying more desperately for them to stay inside, don't leave, please, please, please fuck me more. They laugh, meanly, and keep pulling out, dragging out my torment. Their words betray tenderness, though, when they say,

"I'm not going anywhere, but if I fuck you the way I want then we'll just spill everything I put inside you." They finally slip out along with a dribble of piss and cum that I can feel running down the spread of my empty, swollen, throbbing pussy. I clench as tight as I can, and the sensations from that alone are almost enough to send me over the edge a second (third?) time.

I stay clenched as I sense their body heat withdraw fully, listening to the sounds of a drawer opening across the room. I know which plug they are getting,  and I know they moved it farther away on purpose so I would have to struggle with my task longer. Their hand runs up my arched spine soothingly, and I feel the cool tip of my favorite wide-based plug nudge at my rim. 

“Open,” they command, and start to push it steadily in. I loosen my muscles gradually as it eases in, finally relaxing all the way to let the widest part slip inside me. A healthy splash of liquid escapes, but it’s the last that does as the plug settles inside me. I whine at the feeling and squirm on my knees, testing the seal and humping the air.

“Disgusting.” 

I try to protest and shake my head but I know it’s true. They sound slightly in awe as they flip me over again and say, 

“That’s so fucking disgusting, I can’t believe you let me do that. You’re so good to me, the way you let me mess you up.” 

They bend and kiss me deeply, drawing a whine from my throat, then rise to a deep kneel above me, their cock level with my pussy. They begin to thrust against it, dragging their cock through the wetness of my spread labia. Pressing down on my hips with their thumbs brushing my swollen abdomen, they fuck against my pussy without giving me any penetration. I can feel my full belly, my aching cunt, the brief throbs of pleasure as their cockhead drags over my clit, and the stretched gape of my asshole. I can feel sloshing in my gut as their thrusts against my body shift me on the bed.

I fall into a haze of sensation and am lost there, only dimly aware of the steady trail of tears across my cheeks and our joined sounds of pleasure, until I feel warmth bloom across my pussy as they paint it with their cum. My eyes open and I look down to see their cock in their hand. They shudder as they milk the last of their release out onto me. 

Looking me over with a dark, satisfied expression on their face, they start to clean me up. They briefly depart to wash their hands and on their return they pull on a pair of black gloves. The sight sends a shiver down my spine in anticipation and I close my eyes as they check over their tools and ask,

“Color?” For me to give you your reward and leave my mark on your clit?” 

Without opening my eyes I say, “Green.” 

I feel gloved fingers disinfect my clit and the surrounding area, the alcohol cold and biting on my overheated flesh. It feels so degrading to be handled clinically after everything they did to me, and fresh tears spring up as they pierce me through the hood, to the right of my clit, insert the jewelry, then clean the area one last time. They lick my tears up wordlessly, take off their gloves, and set about releasing me.  

I can’t move, ragdolled as they work, and they start murmuring praises as they handle my loose limbs. About how good I did, how much they love how depraved I am willing to get for them. How good it felt. They set my plushie in my arms and pull a blanket over me, letting me lie for a bit as they clean up their tools. 

When they are done, they usher me to the bathroom, guide me to a squat in the shower and begin to work the plug loose. I’m crying again, shame at the treatment flooding my senses and reminding me that my pussy is STILL empty. It feels like it’s crying for attention but I know asking won’t get me anything, at least in that regard. 

The prodding at my other hole finally bears fruit and the plug pops out with a sound and a rush of liquid that wrenches a whine out of me. They turn the water on, directing it towards the wall until the temp is good. They soothe me with a hand running up and down my back as I sob. Their other hand delivers gentle touches to the un-pierced side of my clit and the underside of my tits that make my soft cries hitch. 

The water is warm so they begin to shower us, interspersing the task with continuous touches, so gentle that I don’t forsee them pushing me over any sort of edge. But they build on each other, never intensifying but not stopping either. I slip suddenly into a blinding climax that is over in an instant and leaves me shuddering in overstimulation as their hand doesn’t stop. They keep going until my cries shift and a “yellow” is on the tip of my tongue. Then they shut off the shower, bundle us into towels, and usher us back to the other room. They start to strip the pads off the bed and dazedly I help them. They smile at my weak efforts, but let me help, knowing I need to sometimes. 

They tuck me back in, giving me my plushie back and my water as well. I am swimming in thoughts of everything we just did, flushing with embarrassment and what would be arousal if I wasn’t so spent. I look at them and they croon like you would to a pouting puppy.

“Ohhh, my sweet thing, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling naughty after everything I put you through?”

I nod and ask, “Did you mean it when you called me disgusting?”

They crawl into the bed and wrap me in their arms, kissing my head tenderly as they say condescendingly,

“Awe, baby, of course I did.”

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH28 🎶 Raw - Thornhill 🎶

T/W - sexual themes, mature themes

I sat at the end of my bed, watching Øystein ponder around my room. I don't know why it made me nervous. Maybe I was embarrassed about the stuffed animal collection on the chair in the corner or the collage of photos from my teenage years that hung on the wall amongst my band posters.

"Okay, are you quite done judging my decor?" I chuckled nervously, wishing he would divert his attention to something else.

"It's cute." His smile made me blush and he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me so that I was standing with him. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

We hadn't spoken since last night. He'd called but I'd picked up a shift at the shop and missed it. When I arrived home, he had been waiting outside in his car for me.

"I'm sorry," He started softly. "I shouldn't have hidden it from you. I just didn't want you getting involved in this shit." He sighed, hesitant to meet my gaze. I shrugged.

"I know," I touched his face gently and bit the inside of my cheek. "You could've at least invited me..." I joked, a smile tugging at my lips. He chuckled.

"Yeah? I didn't think you'd be into all that destruction." He seemed a little surprised. I pulled back and met his eyes.

"You know me... I'm full of surprises." I quoted him and he smirked before kissing me - softly at first but it quickly deepened to a make out.

"You like playing with fire?" His husky voice was low, breath hot against my skin as he began to attack my neck lightly with his lips. I bit my lip, feeling the familiar warmth between my thighs as my body anticipated his intoxicating touch.

I hadn't admitted to him that I'd had to satisfy myself last night at the thought of him destroying the church. Of course I imagined I'd been there with him and he'd roughly bent me over the altar and taken me for himself.

"I'm just saying... I could have made it extra fun." I whispered, tilting his head to the side so I could kiss gently along his jaw line before I found his weak spot. I felt him shudder slightly.

"Oh, yeah?" His hands gripped my waist, enjoying the feeling on my bare skin under his fingertips.

"Mhm.." I moaned a little as I smirked into his neck before pulling away.

"Hell no," he pulled me back into him by my hips. "You're not getting away that easy." He growled in my ear, nibbling at my lobe. I giggled at the ticklish sensation.

"Someone could come home at any second." Reluctantly, I tried to pull away again but he refused - keeping me close.

"You'll just have to be a good girl and keep quiet then." The mischief in his tone made my stomach swirl and I felt wetness begin to pool between my thighs. His touch felt hot on my skin as they crept up my stomach to my breasts, groping me firmly before his fingers got to work on my nipples. I could feel his erection against my thigh, begging to be touched and pleased.

"I don't like your chances..." I murmured teasingly. Suddenly, he pushed me and I landed on the bed, bouncing slightly on the worn mattress.

"You gonna make me gag you, Peach?" He winked as he reached for his belt, unbuckling it quickly and pulling it out of his waistband. His eyes were mischievous and alluring as they bored into mine, waiting for my reaction. I looked up at him with doe eyes anxiously.

"What if-" He shook his head and tugged the belt roughly, causing it to make a sharp crack sound. I bit my lip and he smirked darkly. "Looks like you need some help." His thumb touched my chin and guided my mouth open before he placed the leather belt in my mouth. I winced, disliking the feeling of it against my teeth as he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. He positioned himself at the end of the bed, quickly removing my shorts and panties before spreading my legs. He pinned them back, exposing my wet cunt before he began plunging his tongue into me deeply. I moaned against the leather belt and squirmed at the sudden assault but he kept me still. His nose rubbed against my clit as he tongue fucked me greedily, enjoying my taste. My legs were almost shaking when I heard the front door open downstairs.

Wide eyed, I jolted upright and looked at him in fear as my heart pounded. He glanced at the door, panicked for a split second before he composed himself and motioned to me to be quiet, finger to his lips. I stared at him, bewildered as he pushed me back down. He hovered above me and I felt him shove his cock inside of me, not bothering to ease in. I gasped and he bit his lip as he began thrusting, holding my legs apart.

"Shh.." he responded to my small involuntary moans. "You don't wanna get caught being a little slut, do you?" His voice was low and husky, and the thrill of getting caught was causing adrenaline to rush through my blood.

"You're taking my cock so good, baby girl." He praised me and I whimpered in ecstasy, eyes rolling back in my head. He focused on staying quiet and pumping inside of me rhythmically. As he got closer to climax, he fucked me harder, making it nearly impossible to stay quiet. He was grunting lightly and the sound was driving me wild.

"Here it comes, Princess. Are you ready?" He moaned and I replied with my own as I felt his cock shoot a warm load inside of my pussy. The feeling of him filling me up made me cum and I clenched around him desperately, unsuccessfully trying to avoid making a sound. Moments later, he pulled out of me. He slid his pants back on as I laid, spread out on my bed, unable to move. The only sound was our breathing as he pulled my shorts back on and laid beside me. He began stroking my face gently and pecked my cheek sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his praise, making me practically giddy. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the bliss that always came after any kind of intimacy with him.

"Elsie?" Erik called and I jumped up. Øystein sat up too, and composed himself as Erik opened my door slowly. I smiled awkwardly at him, watching him eye off Øystein in surprise

"Hey, man." He nodded and Øystein smiled. "Krista is on the phone for you." Erik said, turning to me. I hadn't even realised the phone rang.

"I'll call her back soon." I forced a smile, hoping he would take the hint. Thankfully, he did and closed the door. I sighed, turning back to Øystein. "I wish we had somewhere private." I muttered, lying back down beside him. He was quiet for a few moments.

"I'm gonna get an apartment real soon." His voice was thoughtful and I smiled.

"Yeah? I think that's a great idea."

[casspurrjoybell-32]

*Warning Adult Content*

A TALK WITH MA - Chapter 16

Mavis

After I had gone into town with Naylan I had started to come to the realization that I couldn't pretend that I didn't like him.

Over the next few weeks, my jealousy spiked whenever he mentioned anyone that I didn't know or smiled about people I wasn't familiar with any time we went for one of our works.

I was starting to feel restless.

Taking a walk with him every few days wasn't enough to feed my want for a relationship with him but I was still too embarrassed to bring that up, especially since I was the one to put us into our current situation.

Also, it seemed like Naylan was comfortable with the arrangement and the fact that I wasn't sure if he would respond positively to me suggesting that we dated, was holding me back.

"What are you staring at?"    

The sound of my mother's voice made me snap out of my thoughts.

I blinked, realizing that I had been leaning on the railings of the patio with a frown on my face for more than a few minutes.  

"Nothing," I said, leaning off them but still holding on to the wooden slab, I let myself look at my mother from the side of my eyes, listening to her sigh as she made her way towards the chair that was usually reserved for my grandfather.    

"You're not yourself these days," she said, sitting down.

The chair squeaked under her weight, letting out a creak as she adjusted her sitting position.

"Why is that?"  

My eyes watered a bit as I considered telling her.

A sigh left my lips and my heart began to pound against my chest when I decided it was the right thing to do.

I was taking out my frustrations on my family by being gloomy all the time and keeping them in the dark.

They deserved to know... especially my mum and maybe I needed someone to talk about these feelings with more than anything else right now.  

"I..." I paused, letting out a sigh before looking up at the sky.

Some birds passed up ahead, refracting the sun's rays with the flapping of their wings.

"I found my mate," I said all at once, pretty sure my mother barely made out what I said going by the frown on her face.    

"I found my mate," I said it slower this time, walking over to the chair she was sitting on.

She stared up at me and I stared down at her.

I couldn't read her expression. She had none.

Her lips were in a thin line and her deep brown eyes were void of any interpretable emotion.  

"When?" she asked after a while, easing the heavy silence that had been weighing down on us.    

"A few months ago," I whispered, getting on my knees before crawling over to one of the armrests and placing my chin on its cool wooden surface.

It felt weird to look down at my mother or any adult in fact.

It was a respect thing, quite similar to how wolves held their alphas to a high standard... coyotes upheld small community leaders and elders.   

She was quiet for a bit, letting out small sighs as the rubber sole of her slipper slapped the wooden floor of the patio as tapped her feet on the ground, nibbling her lips.

She looked worried. I frowned, wondering what was on her mind.

"Ma..."    

"Who are they?" she asked, not masking the worry in her tone.

"Do I know them?"  

"Yes," I said, watching as relief seemed to flood through her.  

"A coyote?" she asked me, reaching out to touch my hair.

She liked to do that a lot.

The tight curls were different from her straight locks.

I think I reminded her of my father a lot and I feel that's why she looks at me the way she does with happiness and also that hint of sadness and regret she was so bad at hiding. 

"No. A werewolf," I said, feeling bad for having to break the news to her.

Her lips twisted again and the small smile she'd been wearing fell off.

She forced her lips to twist upward again but her hand was shaking and it was hard to miss that.    

"The pack leader that I went to see with Elijah. He..." I paused, looking down at the floor.

I couldn't look at her. At least not yet.

"He's my mate," I finished, balling my hands into fists as knelt up to look at her again.  

"Mavis."  

"Yes, mum?"    

"Did he break your heart?" she asked in the softest voice I'd ever heard.

Was that why she'd seemed worried?

That what had happened to her might have happened to me?

I blinked, letting my lips part as I tried to form words.    

"No," I said firmly, frowning a bit.

Mad at her for thinking that of Naylan, even though she didn't know who he was yet.

My wolf growled a bit and I think so mimicked it too because my mum raised a brow at me.    

"Are you growling at me?" she asked, seeming amused.

I flushed, shaking my head.

"I... I'm sorry."    

"Already so protective," she said, letting out a sigh.

"So, if he didn't break your heart, what happened?" she asked me.

"Why do you look so down lately?"    

"It's..." I trailed, moving to sit down on the floor since my knees were killing me.

"It's complicated."

I looked up at my mother and she seemed just as confused at my words as I was.    

What was complicated? Nothing.

I was just an idiot that said I didn't want to be in a relationship and now I'm sulking like an idiot.

I did this to myself.  

"I..." I paused, scratching the back of my ear.

"I broke my own heart."    

"How?"

My mum leaned forward on her chair so that she could look at me properly.

Her dark hair fell down her shoulders and her inquisitive eyes searched my own for clues.    

"When I... when we figured out we were mates, I told him that I didn't want anything serious since I had family here," I said quickly, looking down at my hands as I diverted with my nails.

"He took it well and told me he wouldn't pressure me and that he gets that I don't want to complicate things with family..."    

My voice hung for a bit as I tried to express myself.

I frowned a little, nibbling my lips as I looked up at my mum. 

"The thing is..." my voice caught up in my throat.

Another pause.

I sat up, sighing as I rehearsed the words in my head... closing my eyes.

"The thing is, I think I want a proper relationship with him now and it's driving me crazy just seeing him around other people," I admitted, covering my face.

"I don't know if I can fix it now. I'm going to look like an idiot explaining that I want to date him now..."    

"Mavis, you're being silly," my mother said, cutting me off.

I dropped my hands from my face, raising my brow at her.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what happened between your father and I, right?" I nodded.

Recalling it. He needed to leave. He wanted to take her with him and she said no.

"Yeah..." I trailed off, not sure where she was going with this.    

"You know I regret it sometimes, right?" she asked me in a low voice and I nod.    

She smiled, resting back on her chair.

"I miss him every day," she muttered, staring out into the compound.

"You don't know how much, Mavis. You remind me of him, so maybe that's why I'm still sane."    

I remained quiet, not knowing what to add to the conversation.    

"Don't make my mistake, Mavis. I don't care if he lives next door or on fucking Jupiter. Don't do things like that and use me and your grandfather as an excuse," she said.

I licked my lips, thinking of what she said.    

"But I've already ruined it," I said, looking up at her.

"I can't do anything about it."    

She shook her head.

"Of course, you can."

She looked over at the path that led to the woods.

"He lives close. He's still here and you can make amends before more time passes, don't you think?"    

I nodded.

"You're right," I said, getting up on my feet before dusting the back of my trousers.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at her.    

She smiled back before looking away from me.

"I know you have things to do today, feel free to leave," she muttered.    

I smiled again, wandering back into the cabin.

I thought about what my mother had said and it pulled me out of my 'woe is me' moment for long enough to do my chores and chew myself out about how to approach Naylan with my change of heart.

She was right. I shouldn't just sit here and sulk about my bad choices if I still had time to correct them.

[wejustwatching]

Writing this because some DMs made me think thoughts. CW: dubcon, petplay, somno(?), transformation (depending on interpretation)

I do sometimes wonder how I'd react to getting fucked in my sleep. I guess it'd really depend on a lot of things.

I'm usually a relatively light sleeper, so I think I'd realize it pretty quickly and start waking up if I were being groped from behind and had fingers running down my stomach towards my crotch. If it were someone I knew and trusted, maybe I'd giggle and enjoy their soft touches, their light nibbles at my neck as I'd gasp and moan, my sleepy brain still unable to form words. They'd probably tease me for it too. "Aww, does my sleepy little puppy like that? I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't really mean to wake you up. But even when your head's still fuzzy, you make such adorable noises~ I don't think I'm going to be able to stop myself now with such an eager plaything in front of me." Then they'd start slowly stripping me to reach my more sensitive areas. Teasing my nipples, using a mix of rubbing, pinching, and flicking to get them nice and sensitive. Pushing fingers into my mouth and playing around with my tongue and throat, then using my own saliva against me as their hands roam elsewhere. Pressing their rod against my hole but not letting it in as I whimper and try to weakly grind against them. But they wouldn't put it in just yet, that'd be too easy. "I'm so lucky to get to bully such a cute pet. So desperate and needy even though you just woke up. But I'm not sure if I should keep going. After all, such a good puppy needs its beauty sleep for tomorrow, right?" They'd probably draw away at that, but I'd whine and move to have them right back against me. "Aww, does pet want something else from me? But I won't understand if you just keep whimpering and making puppy noises. Use your words, pet." "p-please use m-me" I'd manage to get out, hiding my face while saying it. "Oh we can't have that," they'd say as they pin my paws above me, my red blushing face laid bare for them to examine. "Now, slut." I'd shudder with joy at the insult. "Use. Your. Words." "Please use me to cum. Please ruin my holes. Please break m-" And before I'd get that last word out, they'd have hilted their tool deep inside of me, my mouth left gaping open as I'm overwhelmed by the sensation. Not that that'd stop them. They'd start thrusting in and out of my hole, making sure I take it to the base every time. "Good puppy," they'd grunt into my ear, making me clench and moan. "And so smart too, using human words to beg. But you don't need them anymore. Be a good pet for me and bark." The embarrassing sound would leave my muzzle before I could think, obeying my owner like a well-trained dog. Sure, I would blush even harder and whimper after realizing what I'd done, but they'd be able to see my tail wagging with joy. "Such an obedient pet~ And do you know what obedient pets like you deserve, sweetie?" I'd tilt my head in confusion and let my ears flop, unsure of what my owner was asking. "A good breeding!" They'd pull out and turn me over, my muzzle forced into the mattress and my rear ripe for them to claim. And claim it they would, forcing their bitch breaker into my hole once more. By this point, my hind legs would have long since given out from pleasure so they'd be slamming down into me, their rough pounding and the added friction on my front puppy parts squeezing out the most pathetic yips and whines out of me. I'd feel them start to thrust faster, a sign of getting close to their climax. I'd start squirming and thrusting against the sheets, trying to get that last bit of friction, suddenly aware of how close I was. "What do you think you're doing?" they'd growl in my ear, pinning me in place and making me whimper. "A good pet cums when their owner cums. And you're a good puppy, right dear?" I'd nod, still wanting to cum but needing to obey even more.

"You are! Such a good pet," they'd repeat right next to my ear, their voice thick with desire as they thrust faster and faster into me. "Good puppy. My good puppy. Mine." And with that last word, they'd bite down hard on my scruff and hilt their entire length, filling me with their fluids and making my mind go blank as all of the stimulation pushes me over the edge. After a few moments, I'd have cum all of my thoughts out until I was a useless puppy puddle, still twitching and leaking from the orgasm. They'd be cuddling with me as I drifted off to sleep in their arms. "You've been so good for me, sweetie. You deserve some rest. Good night, puppy." I'm sure they wouldn't try doing anything to me as I sleep again, right?

[justxright]

Demon Slayer

❀ NSFW Alphabet - Douma ❀

No because the way I folded for this guy so quick the minute I turned the page to read the upper moon meeting, was embarrassing.

Warnings : Everything. Definitely not safe for work. (I wrote this when my friend came up behind me and I nearly pissed myself.)

A - Affection

• Douma is persistent and will always show you affection when demanded, even when you don’t.

• He constantly holds you around his worshippers and gives you small bite marks here and there on your body.

• Biting is definitely a sign of affection from him. Mainly on your neck where everyone can see whom you belong to. In a way, it was sorta like a status symbol. Like, “Hey these bite marks are from Lord Douma and no other woman has it. That’s because I’m his wife and I am his and his only. Don’t you dare touch me or I’ll tell my husband. And he’ll fucking eat you alive.”

• You’re quite the brat, so whenever and wherever you want attention, you will always get what you want.

• Douma is also a huge fan of PDA. During meetings (before Muzan arrived) he’ll put you on his lap and kiss up and down your neck.

• He’ll even be a bit cocky and stare right at Akaza, whilst slipping a hand into your kimono to begin fondling your breasts. He knows that Akaza wanted you first, and hearing you moan for him rather than Akaza was absolutely adorable. For Akaza, it was humiliating.

B - Body Part

• Let’s face it. It’s always been your neck. It’s perfect for biting and nibbling when he’s hovering over you, fucking you hard into the sheets while you cry out from him.

• Was it from pain or pleasure? He’s didn’t care, and he didn’t want to know. He loved being able to sometimes break the skin on your neck while you begged him to stop. To stop fucking you or stop biting you? He didn’t know and either way, he wasn’t going to stop.

C - Cum

• Douma is so messy when it comes to cum. He’ll practically cum anywhere and everywhere all over you.

• During the first round he prefers to cum inside of you, and loves watching it drip out of you. After the 2nd and 3rd round, he’s cumming in your mouth. A few more rounds in and he’s cumming anywhere on your body.

•Even when you’ve had enough, he’ll forcefully hold up your legs and continue plowing you into your clit until he’s finally done.

“..You’re done already my dearie?…heh, no I don’t think so… I said spread your legs!… I’m not done filling you up with all of my cum yet.”

D - Dirty Secret

• As much as he’ll NEVER admit, he’s always wanted to have a threesome with you.

• The thought of double penetrating and spit roasting you gave him the chills, but in a good way. Just you being forcefully taken so roughly by him and perhaps another man, was enough to make his blood run hot with lust.

• The only problem is that he’d never let another man touch you. It was just the thought that was entertaining.

• On certain occasions however, he had thought of calling over Akaza to flaunt him fucking you. And there were times where he thought of him joining in, coming in to ravish your body and help him devour you. He wanted to see you struggle under pressure and see who’s cock you wanted more.

E - Experience

• This guy has been alive for centuries. Let’s not pretend this guy doesn’t have any experience.

• Nevertheless, he assures you that you’re the one and likes to fuck you in every position known to man.

“… Seriously, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for someone like you… Ive waited centuries and I’ve never wanted to fuck someone this badly… So from now on I get to fuck you as much as I please.”

F - Favorite Position

• Honestly this depends on his mood.

• Since he goes for multiple rounds, there are multiple positions that he puts you through.

• But if he really had to pick a favorite it would probably be doggystyle. The view that he has is astonishing and he loves that he’s able to push your head down into the sheets and you’ll make those adorable moans as if you were struggling to keep it all together.

G - Goofy

• No. This guy is not goofy at all in bed. He takes it seriously and is sadistic.

• He makes sure to stay unpredictable and really gives it to you in all the best ways.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

• Absolutely. He’s pretty well shaved and groomed. He’s pampered and clean like the cult leader he is.

I = Intimacy

• In the moment he’ll give you everything, even when you two aren’t doing it.

• But during the moment specifically is when he’s able to show you all the things he’s been wanting to do to you all day.

• While the sun starts to set, you make your way back inside to greet him, only to be thrown into the bed with the intense feeling of heat around your neck.

• While biting your neck he’d force your legs apart while he whispered all the dirty things he’d been wanting to do while you were away. “Y/n, Y/n… my darling, get on your knees… and wrap your pretty mouth around my cock. And don’t tease me.”

J - Jack off

• Now that you’re around he never has to.

• But before you, he’d have to do it on his own because touching or being with him was a privilege. He believes that you should be honored.

“Y/n… you should be honored. Plenty of my followers wish for me to fuck them senseless… but you’re lucky I only want you and your sweet, sweet body…”

K - Kink

• He loves bondage. There’s no way that he doesn’t love seeing you helpless in such a moment where you are most vulnerable.

• He’ll mainly tie you up in the most traditional way and begin fucking you from there.

• He also really hopes that one of his followers accidentally walks in since he purposely requests dinner around the time he plans on fucking you.

“Oh-! How embarrassing! I’m sorry, we’ll just finish up here… go ahead an place the food on our table… Look at that Y/n!… this is so embarrassing for you.. my poor followers saw me relentlessly fucking my helpless little slut…”

L - Location (favorite places to do it)

• Mainly you two like to stay in the bedroom.

• However, if you and Douma happen to be in a public space and he feels the sudden urge to fuck you, then he’s getting what he wants.

• He’ll pull you into a more private space, but not impossible to be found by a couple of unsuspecting people. (ex. alleyway) If they catch you guys then Douma will most likely not stop unless they threaten you two.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

• Knowing that you want him and only him is what really gets him going. He likes that you’re always needy for him and absolutely loves that you praise him.

• He may be sadistic and a complete masochist, but you were into it.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Any over exaggerating moans. If you’re faking it he’ll know right away and will become extremely discouraged because, well why aren’t you turned on? He could fold any woman or man he wanted and there’s never been a time where someone would lie to him. Especially during sex.

• Also no pet play. Please. He likes you as a human. Let’s keep it that way.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• Growing up, he was practically raised on being praised. He’s used to receiving because that really all he knows.

• However that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Of course, being alive forever lets this man become skillful over the years.

• He loves the taste of you and will most likely eat you out before properly banging you.

“Do you like that Y/n…? You came onto my tongue three times already and darling you are the sweetest thing… Perhaps you’re ready to be properly fucked now?… I won’t start till I hear you beg.”

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

• Extremely fast and rough. Just the way he likes it. He loves seeing your whole body shake and the way you cry out for him to slow down.

• Douma makes you beg.

�� He’ll always give you exactly what you want, but for a price.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• He’ll always be able to have time for you, unless it came to Muzan and business. There’s no way to just say no to his boss. He’s sure Muzan would kill you if he missed a meeting.

• But if he knew a meeting were coming up, Douma would be up for a quickie. Telling you to quickly suck his dick, or bend over the table real fast.

“…You’re so fucking tight… Ah, I’ve gotta finish up now here darling… You know I can never be late… I’ll finish what I started when I get back. Until then, no touching yourself.”

R - Risks (are they willing to take any? Try new things, etc.)

• All the time. Douma is infact sorta immoral so he doesn’t mind trying new things.

S - Stamina

• He’s a demon so his stamina and sex drive is at an all time high. You didn’t think just one round would suffice right?

• Uh no, there’s going to be multiple rounds, and multiple rounds leads to countless loads of cum all over you.

• You don’t even remember the most he’s done. You just remember blacking out one night after so many rounds. That was the night he so desperately wanted to knock you up.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

• Yes! Douma has a lot of things for you. Being into bondage, how could he not have anything else to tease you with?

• He loves sticking things inside of you and watching you squirm.

“…Y/n my dear… you’re a fucking slut.. look at you. Getting all worked up over a toy. Pathetic…”

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• Douma never plays fair with you.

• On days where he sees Akaza or any one of his followers flirt with you, he doesn’t touch you at all.

• If he does, he teases you and makes sure that he’s the only one to cum and he leaves you hanging.

• He doesn’t even allow you to touch yourself until he’s satisfied with your punishment. Afterwards he fucks you for hours, punishing you with his thick cock.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• He doesn’t care wether or not people are around. However loud he feels in the moment is how loud he will be.

• Most of the time it’s you moaning and crying out his name.

• But when he feels real good, Douma is practically whimpering, moaning and growling. He’ll scratch up your skin and shove his cock in you further.

“Slut!Slut!Slut! Look at you… having your pussy violated by a fucking demon! Pathetic! That’s right… keep screaming my name!”

W - Wildcard (random headcannon)

• He likes to put you in his clothes and fuck you on his altar.

• The way everything was so baggy on you was so cute to him. It was even cuter that you were dressed like him, including his little hat. It made you look like you ran his cult.

• In that scenario you were his leader and he wanted to fuck you every way you commanded him to.

X - X-ray (What’s going on underneath those clothes?)

• A large dick. That’s all. One large, thick, 8 inch dick that he loves to shove inside of you.

Y - Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

• Extremely high. Any chance he’ll get he’ll fuck you.

• Douma is fucking you at least 3 days a week. Maybe more.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• Well, since he’s a demon he doesn’t sleep. During the day he barely moves since the slightest bit of sunlight could kill him.

• However since you’re still human, you pass out rather quickly and he sometimes pretends what it’s like to sleep. So, he’ll grab a blanket and throw it over the both of you before closing his eyes, thinking to himself until you woke up.

Not gonna lie guys, I shook my ass like I was working a 9-5 making this. Ty bbys! <3