#some. fucking. how. i still cant shake this feeling and so i GUESS i just have to live with it? begrudgingly

[adlibitur]

wait, am i gonna probably feel like this the rest of my life? ahahahahahahah,,,

[roanniom]

First Date

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, heavy petting, groping, slight hand job, dry humping

You both try to go slow, it's your first date after all. But it’s not as easy as it sounds when his hands are wandering and your lips are on his neck. Eddie has the top of your dress pulled down (he’d groaned dramatically when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra) and his body leans over yours, your thighs on either side of his hips and your back on the couch.

You knew you weren’t going all the way, but you’d told him he could take his jeans off. It was a selfish ask. It made it so that you could feel him better when you rubbed against him.

You suck lightly on his earlobe and Eddie gasps.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah?” you ask breathily, more tease than you would have guessed yourself capable of. He chuckles but it is half pant.

"Yeah."

You kiss his earlobe again, grazing your teeth lightly over the shell.

"I need to fuck you," he mutters, though he pulls back and away from your mouth. Eddie looks down at you with hazy. "But we're not fucking tonight, so I need a second to get my shit together."

While he takes a breath, he sits back on his heels, your legs still around his hips. He rests his hands heavy on your thighs and looks down at you in your amused, debauched state. It's absolutely not helping him calm down. Neither is the fact that he can't stop his hands from sliding up and squeezing over your exposed breasts.

"Fuck," Eddie mutters as he watches the supple flesh give and spill around his large fingers. His audible frustration makes you let out a giggle, and you notice that his cock twitches in his boxers at the sound. The sight has you ready to end this break, so you push him so that he's sitting against the back of the couch, clambering up to straddle him.

"You're hot," you mumble before kissing your way from his jaw to his lips. Your hand slides down his chest to rest on his abdomen. He cants his hips upward and the tip of his clothed cock taps your hand, obviously encouraging you to grasp it through the fabric. So of course you do.

"Shit, no you're hot."

You bite your lip to keep from arguing with him. He's calling you hot and if you're honest with yourself, you've never felt hotter than you do right now with his hands all over you, so you decide to go with it. Eddie hangs his head so he can watch you jerk him slowly through his boxers. It's hot and hard in your palm and you're sure to rub your thumb over the mushroom head, pleased to feel a little bit of sticky precum bleed through the cloth.

This is absolutely not what you'd assumed would happen when you agreed to spontaneously go on this first date earlier today. You'd guessed you would, at best, enjoy some good conversation and company. You hadn't anticipated agreeing to go back to his place after just a few drinks, but holy fuck are you glad that's the direction the night took.

It's not long before Eddie's hand drops over the back of yours, stopping your motion over his member.

"Baby...you're killing me. We might need to stop," he grunts. Contrary to his words, his hand continues to guide yours up and down his cock, making you laugh. Eddie's eyes flash up to yours in amusement.

"What's so funny?" he asks. You shake your head but keep laughing, so Eddie takes the opportunity to push you onto your back again. His hand cups between your legs, fingers pressing over where your clit should be. You lift your hips to seek out more friction, though you know it's a useless pursuit with how snug and thick your stockings are.

"Right there?" Eddie asks, pressing more pointedly. Your roll your hips, impatient.

"Yeah...under layers," you joke. His hand worms into the tight control panel waistband of your stockings so he can play with the top of your panties.

"You know," he says casually, as if his hand isn't between your legs making you melt. "I could go down on you."

You blink up at him.

"Huh?"

"I could go down on you," Eddie repeats, leaning down over you to kiss your neck. "If you want."

When you don't reply, Eddie pulls back to gauge your reaction. It spurs you to speak up.

"Nobody's ever done that before," you say quietly. Eddie continues to swirl his finger over the top of your panties, but the movement is gentle.

"Really?" he asks, voice colored with disbelief. You shrug and try not to show that you're embarrassed by the inexperience you're projecting. Eddie's having none of it. "I'd go down on you, baby."

You surge up then at his words and pull him into another deep kiss. It's all tongue and teeth with your hands in his hair, tugging hard. Eddie's hand pulls out of the waistband of your stockings so he can grip and grab at you wildly in response.

You do it so that it can distract him from the offer he was making. Because there's nothing you wanted more than to let him rip your stockings off your body and put that talented tongue to use at your apex. But you had promised yourself that - even if you were going to hook up pretty intensely - you weren't going to have sex on this first date.

Eddie finally pulls back to let you breathe, which you do with a gasp, and he rests his sweaty forehead to yours.

"Probably better not. If I go down on you...I'm pretty sure we'll end up fucking."

He says it with a smug grin on his face. Pure confidence that makes you laugh and want to contradict him, but you absolutely know the man is correct.

"Yeah, I guess that's right."

Eddie sits back up to give you room to do the same. You both sit facing the long dark television to catch your breath. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Eddie has his hand on his still hard dick, stroking softly. He catches you looking and shoots you a grin.

"Sorry, I'm so fucking tuned on." He's saying sorry but his thighs are manspread performatively and it's very clear he likes you watching him. Just as much as he likes watching your breasts bounce as you laugh and lean forward to kiss the tattoo on his pec. You rest your head against his shoulder so you can watch him touch himself for another few minutes before you sigh.

"I think I have to leave before I end up doing what I really want to do."

Eddie groans and stills his hand, moving it up instead to cradle your jaw, turning you towards him for one more lingering kiss.

"Let me call you a cab," he says against your lips and you nod.

While you run to the bathroom to adjust your dress and make sure it doesn't look like you'd just dry humped Eddie Munson for an hour, the man in question puts his jeans back on. You walk out to find him adjust his still hard cock in the confines of the garment, wincing.

"Alright there, champ?" you ask him with a grin. The cab honks its arrival out front.

"I will be jerking off the minute you leave, just know," he says matter-of-factly as he leads you out the door. "I don't know if girls need to do that, but I'm pretty much gonna die if I can't cum after all that."

He says it good-naturedly and for once in all of your dating life, you don't feel pressured or shamed. Just extremely flattered to have this kind of effect on him.

At the bottom of his front step you turn and place a hand on the side of his neck and pull him down closer to you.

"I don't need to make myself cum. But I'm definitely going to," you whisper into his ear before running off to the cab, sparing him one cheeky look over your shoulder so you can bask in his dumbfounded expression.

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[heliianth]

mini meta because i cant get this fucking scene out of my brain:

its one of my fav Alluka scenes because its a sneak peek into her frankly miraculous emotional intelligence that simultaneously contextualizes it. She's still a little kid. Alluka is a smart cookie who can properly recognize and identify what people are feeling, can generally guess why they're feeling it, and get an idea of what would make them happy. But that "feeling" is hate for her, and what would make them happy is her disappearing. Really heartbreaking.

but the way Killua responds is also pretty fascinating to me? like, he pivots so fucking hard LOL. And I get it, it's such a loaded question. Would the Zoldycks be happier if Alluka was gone? Realistically, the answer is no... but admitting that would require a self-awareness about his family and his abuse Killua doesn't have yet. He probably doesn't even know how to answer, doesn't know what the answer even is.

So instead of digging into that can of worms, Killua cocks his own shotgun and fires back another loaded question: "If I were the only one who loved you in the whole world... would that make you sad?"

There were like a dozen other, much safer ways to both avoid this question and comfort Alluka. It's not even a full dodge, it's directly related to Alluka's fear via implication (the rest of the family doesn't love you). And it's not like Killua hasn't verbally weaseled his way out of tougher conversations. So... why?

I'm gonna try to truncate my full thoughts because I literally have a WIP 5k+ meta about it and I don't want to go down that rabbit hole, but Killua projects onto Alluka and Nanika a lot in this arc. Keeping that in mind, I think this question is his best, most earnest way of comforting Alluka because this train of thought is what's comforted him in the past.

I mean, think about it. Someone who will love and accept you no matter who you are or what you've done? Just one person who doesn't care? He's putting himself in the position of Alluka's Gon-figure here. And if you buy into that, the followup—"I'll always be there for you. Don't worry about anyone else"—reveals how a portion of his subconscious saw his emotionally dependent relationship with Gon as well; that is, as a comforting means to psychologically avoid confronting harder questions about himself, his upbringing, or how other people view him. It's kind of no coincidence that the minute Gon is wholly and totally incapacitated and Killua starts mucking around with the revolutionary idea of boundaries, he immediately starts thinking about his family again (in some manner).

And as an indulgent aside, I want to point out that when he ends up sending Nanika—who is, unlike Alluka, a subject of Killua's darker and more self-hating projections—away and Alluka fights back instead of internalizing it, Killua immediately recognizes the irrationality...

...because it breaks the mirror.

anyway. squeezes and shakes them like squeaky toys

[lovelookspretty]

not so bad

— in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

college!rafe cameron x reader au

warning(s): n/a. just a bitchy rafe whos generous n gets awkward as fuck when it comes to u

authors note: college!rafe is lowkey nicer to y/n since he can’t help his buried feelings !! but he’s still an ass. i wouldve casted drew as himself but drew is too sweet i cant even imagine him having like a female sworn enemy that he lowk has a crush on

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the door swings open, revealing rafe himself. he’s silent as soon as he sees you. “lock the door,” he says as he turns around and starts to head further inside, leaving you at the entrance.

“lock the door,” you mock-mumble under your breath as you enter, closing and locking the door behind you like you’re told. you look around, realizing you’ve never actually seen rafe’s dorm before. his friends’ dorms maybe, but never his.

his dorm is surprisingly clean, with only empty to fully filled water bottles scattered around, but very few. both sides of the room are displayed with posters on its walls, you can fell which bed is his and it’s made with its sheets tucked tightly in the crevices with two large pillows at the head of it.

you watch as he walks over to his desk and sits in the chair, opening up his laptop to the online textbook provided for the class.

he peers over his shoulder to glance at you, “can you fucking—i don’t know—sit down somewhere? the furniture isn’t coated in poison, you know.”

you fight the urge to make a remark, and you just sigh and let it go. “kay!” you say, and carefully making your way over to sit on the edge of his bed, placing your bag by your side. you catch his eye when you reply so eagerly without a problem, but you ignore this.

“where’s your roommate?” you ask him, looking around. “just wanna make sure when i need to expect someone- also, typically i charge for tutoring, and if crawford is making me tutor you then i’m charging you double. hundred-fifty an hour.”

rafe looks pissed, shaking his head and opening his mouth like he’s about to argue before closing it again. finally, he sighs, leaning against the wall by the kitchen. “my roommate’s just . . . out . . . today. he’s running errands. whatever, can we just get this over with? i’ll pay you after.”

you grin, feeling even satisified that rafe has to use his own cash to pay for however long this will take. “have a girl coming over tonight?” you guess from the way he’s rushing you. you reach into your bag for your ipad, “this wouldn’t be happening if you’d just pay attention in class, you know.”

“i know," rafe mutters, still annoyed but trying not to show it. "i just don't get how humanities could be important in the real world," he says, running a hand through his hair before resting the side of his head against his spread index finger and thumb, looking at you. “or my world, i mean.”

“still trying to do real estate?” you puzzle, pulling up the notes you took during class for him to look at. “it’s like your dad’s job, right? the cameron department thing.”

“cameron development,” he corrects you, hissing through his teeth.

“whatever. just surprised you’re not pursing sex work from all the girls i see you pull into bathrooms at parties,” you mutter out the end of your sentence under your breath, in a way not wanting to bring up that you’ve even noticed that before . . . again . . . and again . . .

“yeah?” he seems amused. “sex could sell more homes than fuckin’ humanities ever could.”

“sex?” you repeat with raised brows. “damn near prostitution versus political science, sociology, journalism, anthropology,” you name off as you lean left and right in your seat, pretending to think and weigh out your options. “yeah, maybe passing your humanities class can be a good thing! pull up your notes, please?”

“i did," rafe grumbles, gesturing to his laptop.

“i said notes, not the textbook. i wanna see what you’ve even written down while in class,” you say.

he’s silent as he opens up his documents, and he pulls up his most recent document filed under notes. he hands his laptop over to you as he leans back in his seat. you look over his text.

furrowing your eyebrows, you say, “okay, so you . . . you wrote the title of his lesson yesterday. that’s good. but under that you didn’t even write down any notes, you just have someone’s phone number. are you that predictable?”

he chews on his dog tag necklace and shrugs, taking his laptop back. “she was new. just wanted to make a friend,” he insists, closing out the tab.

you hum. you don’t really believe him but it isn’t like you care enough to argue over that. you hand him your ipad to show him your notes. “we’ll start at the beginning of the unit,” you tell him as he takes it.

rafe lets out a breath from his nose as he matches your energy from before, “‘kay!” he skims over your writing, gnawing on his pencil quietly.

you almost catch yourself smiling that he does this, but you refrain.

the lesson seems to be going better than you thought, though there are some pissed glances here and there from both sides. it takes two hours to go over the unit with examples and practices. you’re already exhausted.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the lesson ends. rafe slumps back in his chair, relieved to be done with the humanities assignments that you made him do for now. he looks up at you, barely casting a smile your way. “thanks for the help,” he mumbles, awkwardly meeting your gaze.

“thanks for the money,” you say, half-reminding him that he needs to hold up his end of the deal as you stand from your seat.

as he stands, he bumps into your ipad on his desk. it collides with his opened water bottle he’d been drinking out of the past hour or so and both of you know what’s about to happen. you blurt out a noise and try to dodge the water coming your way but fail, getting his water on your legs and even more pouring at your crocs that invite even more liquid in. you can just feel your socks absorbing it now.

rafe grimaces as he stares down at your wet legs, and the least he does is reaches down to grab the bottle and the cap that flew off the desk. he closes it up and sets it on his desk as you take off your shoes and socks, holding them with barely your fingers.

“i have uh . . . towels, paper towels,” he says, and you just nod immediately, accepting whatever to dry yourself off.

when he comes back, you grab the paper towels and shove your soggy socks into his chest which he takes out of instinct before exclaiming and dropping them on the floor. you can’t help but look back and glare at him before patting your legs dry, and then tossing the paper towel into the nearby trash can that sat at one of the ends of his desk.

you can see rafe shrug as he picks up your socks and hovers over his trash can too. “might as well,” he murmurs.

“wh— are you serious?” you try to catch the socks, but then again, he’s too far and you have no business carrying some wet ass socks back to your dorm. your hands fall to your sides as you sigh.

it’s like he’s visibly contemplating (or debating with himself) before he walks over to his dresser and rummages through a drawer, finally pulling out a pair of socks. “here,” he says, tossing them to you, which you almost fail to catch from the sudden surprise. “they’re clean. swear.”

you give him a doubtful look. “i didn’t need your socks. i have plenty in my own drawer, thanks,” you say, placing the pair on his desk to reject them, and he stares at you.

he shakes his head and turns around. “so difficult,” he murmurs under his breath, and he quickly cleans up his drawer before closing it.

he grabs his wallet from on top of the dresser too, pulling out the wad of cash. you can tell from the look on his face that he’s not only doing this to count his money properly but also to subtly flex right in front of you. you roll your eyes and look away.

he counts out his three-hundred before handing it to you, scrunching up his nose as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket. you stare at the money, then take it while giving him a glare.

you quickly count it but bless, there’s two hundred dollar bills and then five twenty’s. perfect.

“okay, good luck on your exam,” you say and grab your bag, heading for the door like you’re in a hurry this time.

“wait,” rafe says, and you almost groan from annoyance. you just want to go back to your dorm. “here,” he mumbles to himself, and he steps over to the mini-fridge in the corner. he opens it up and grabs a water bottle, then tosses it to you.

“rafe,” you say, not really expecting all of these ‘gifts’ just for screaming at him for two hours about humanities. you toss it back to him, which he catches.

“just for the road,” he insists with a shake of his head. “since i spilled mine on you.”

you stare at him like he’s stupid. “dude, i live down the hallway.”

when you see his awkward reaction, you almost feel bad. actually you do. and it’s weird. usually you don’t notice this at all, but something about rafe feeling dumb about trying to thank you just makes you feel guilty for how you’ve treated him. fine.

you give him a look like you’re saying okay. that it’s okay to give you gifts and that you’re okay with receiving them. rafe doesn’t even cast a smile, he just nods. you squint your eyes at him before heading for his door again.

rafe meets you there and holds out the water bottle for you. you look up at him and take it. you almost smile, and it seems like he might too, but you both catch yourselves and quickly look away.

“ace your exam so you won’t have to hear from me like this again,” you say, half-joking to keep up their normal behavior.

“i’ll try, i’ll try,” he says simply, and stands at his door while you leave. you raise your eyebrows once before heading off to your dorm, taking your bag and your water bottle with you. you hear his door shut from behind you.

as you walk away, you can’t help but replay the moment in your head, the weird sense of camaraderie that just occurred. maybe, just maybe, rafe cameron isn’t the most horrible person on the planet. and it doesn’t help that he’s unfortunately attractive, which makes it slightly more difficult now to keep up the mutual hatred you have for each other.

from inside the dorm, rafe stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door. he shakes his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“not so bad,” he mutters to himself before turning back to his desk, ready to tackle his upcoming humanities exam thanks to you.

[confused-wanderer]

I know we all talk about Jason finding out Dick killed the Joker from Tim or one of the other batfam members, but what if:

One day he’s searching for blackmail material on a member just for fun and knows Damian keeps a list of all of them so he backs into the files and realised the folder with the heaviest inscription to unlock is one labelled “Contingencies”.

He opens it to find every single person in their family is on there and starts surfing through them. When he sees Tim’s he freezes, mentally filing away some horrific details for checking up on him later, Jason’s list is impressive but not much he didn’t expect…still concerned how he got the evidence though.

His fingers hesitate over Batman’s, and after thinking screw it what the hell clicks on it just to realise most of them are psychological, and had to do with Jason. One video showed Bruce as Jason remembered him from his robin days. He was pacing furiously in the Manor, tugging on his pocket square which for him was a high level of distress, before he went upstairs - to Jason’s room when he stayed there - and looked in. The change was sudden, Bruce’s shoulders sagged and his face grew into one of fondness, one he’d rarely seen before.

“I cant help it Alfred.. Scarecrow’s toxin.. I KNOW it isn’t real but.. I can’t stop thinking about it. What if -“ and Jason can’t really believe his ears, that was a fucking quiver in his voice- “What if one day it comes true?” “What was your worst fear Master Bruce?”.

“Jason..” and Jason flinches. “I.. I saw him die, and I was powerless. I cant lose him Alfred. I just cant.”

The recording ends, and it takes a while for Jason to realise he can’t breathe. He sends the file to himself and laughs bitterly, remembering what the fear toxin had shown him. Lucifer. It had shown him falling from Bruce’s grace, being his greatest disappointment. “Guess we both failed each other didnt we old man?”

After what feels like forever, when he can feel his fingers stop shaking his eyes drift over to Dicks.

Damian sure does adore him, wonder what the brats got in store for him.

Most of them were things he was sure Dick could handle, until a glitched file appeared which read “for EXTREME situations only.”

When he heard Joker laugh, Jason could’ve sworn he was in the cave. “Hello there old friend! Aww why the long face?”

Dick wasn’t facing the camera, but the sheer aura of destruction radiating off of him was enough for Jason to know Joker was in danger. Judging by his outfit and well- hair- this must’ve been years ago.

“Didn’t you like my..ah.. gift? It was quite the blast I hear!”

Dicks fists clenched. His usual smile was gone, replaced by a hatred so vile it could’ve rivalled batman’s glare. It was so odd.. seeing him so pissed.

“Well that’s what happens.. when birds get hit. They never see what’s right in front of them and then BAM!”

As his laughter rang out Jason heard Dick whisper something. It was so soft, quieter than he’d ever heard him and he found himself leaning forward.

“What’s that? How long he lasted? Well I counted everytime he screamed when I broke his bones so-“

“SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!”

Jason stumbled back, nearly falling to the floor himself. Dicks voice was thundering, echoing across the cave.

What the hell had happened? Why was Dick so mad? Why wasn’t he smiling?

“You..killed him.”

And that’s when it hit Jason. Oh. This was after he’d died.

The joker was trying to say something, but Jason couldn’t hear him. All he could focus on was how Dick was behaving, how he was walking upto Joker. Jason had seen that before.

The intent to kill.

SLAM

The fight was brutal, and blood flew everywhere, mixed with the laughter and cries of the Joker while Dick yelled, YELLED so loudly he could’ve sworn the cave was shaking before the sound of a wet snap ricocheted and Dick went limp.

No.. no no no no.

He watched in horror as Dick stood up, drenched in blood and heaving. Dick had gone- no BEATEN- the joker for Jason.

But the longer he looked, the more he felt the Lazarus pit burning inside him.

The joker wasn’t moving.

Dick walked away, and in the shadows, with bloody fists and face of hatred could not see him as the Dick he knew.

“Dead.”

He looked up to hear Dick whisper to the thundering sky outside.

“I killed him Jason. The joker is dead. Rest in peace little wing.”

Jason’s feet gave out under him, and he crashed to the ground gasping for breath.

Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he had been avenged.

Never did he even think that Dick had only killed once… and only for him.

Part two of related series where Jason finds out Bruce nearly killed the Joker:

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Reacting To You saying "I fake my orgasms"

parings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: begging, edging, praise, degrade, overstimulating, squirting and more

Summary:You two were in a bit of a small, stupid, argument. And for some reason you thought you'd get back at him if you said "I fake my orgasms" to him.

🖤DAZAI🖤

He looked a bit taken back, it was an out of the blue comment. He just stared at you with wide eyes

"So your telling me you were acting like you were dumb on my cock, to the point you couldn't even form sentences, or think about anything else but my name and my cock?"

You gulped a bit "yes"

He kept staring at you, then he smiled with his eyes closed. He looked very innocent looking

"Hm Then I guess I'm going to have to make it up to you for making you unsatisfied"

He then takes you to the bedroom and rails you like there's no tomorrow. Making you cum again and again. Orgasm after orgasm and he still hasn't stopped. The way this man kissed you, praise you, degrade you, moaned your name, and held you always put you over the edge. He put you in a state where all you could do was form small words and moan.

"Heh~ I knew you were lying bella~ your squeezing me so fucking tightly with your pretty little cunt ah~ mmn~ just tell me you were lying and I promise I'll stop~"

"MMMN~! I- I AAH~ w-was! MMPPH~ P-please AGH~! S-spare m-me!"

"Hmm~ I want a better apology bella~"

"SAMU~ y-your mmn-! The only one who's ever m-made me AGH~! Satisfied! MMM~ Please f-forgive me! Mmmn-! I'm sorry~!"

"Good girl~ as my reward mmn~ I'll bury my cum deep inside you ah~! You'll for sure cum again heh~ I'm sure you don't mind~"

💚RANPO💚

He looked at you with a bit of a worried expression.

"Are you trying to hurt my feelings?..because it's working"

When it comes to you, he cant handle any type of degrading, even if he knows it's not true.

"I know your lying but it still doesn't help that you hurt my feelings!" He said with a bit of tears in his eyes.

"I- I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

"Then make it up to me!"

"H-huh? Well what can I do to make you forgive me?"

He thought for a second and then spoke "I want to see you dumb on my cock from how many times you'll cum on it" he said with a smile.

Later that night. You were jumping on his cock even after a couple orgasms. You and him were both hugging eachother even with you bouncing on his dick. All both of you could do was moan and whimper. He was also in the same state as you were in but he was just a tab bit more stable.

"Mmmn~! you feeling good on my cock, sugar? Ah~! Your so f-fucking wet mph~! from how much you came on my cock~"

You could only respond in whimpers and moans. "Heh~ I forgive you, sweetie~ mmmn~ now let me give you a little cream filling Mph~! as a token of my gratitude~"

💜FYODOR💜

He chuckled "is that your pathetic attempt of getting back at me? If your going to lie you have to make it believable, my love"

"I-"

He grabbed your chin and looked at you with dark eyes "You'll regret saying such a disgusting lie, my dear. I'll have to show you just how horribly wrong you are"

He drags you into the bedroom and makes love to you roughly. It felt so fucking good but Fyodor kept on edging you. No matter how many times you kept apologizing and begging for a release, he wouldn't grant you your wish.Its pathetic but you were crying at this point. You've never felt so desperate.

"P-please Fedya! MMM~! I want to cum! It hurts! AGH~! I need it~!"

He then pulled his cock outside of your quivering cunt. You whimpered loudly.

"Why should I let you have your release? You've misbehaved, and I have to teach you a lesson to never lie to me"

"I p-promise I'll never lie to you! I swear I've learned my lesson, I'll be better. Please just let me cum. I'm sorry, Fedya!" you said, crying from desperation.

Suddenly he kissed your cheek, that was wet from your tears, and began to ram into you, shaking the whole bed. You began moaning loudly, while gripping onto Fyodor's shoulders.

"Mmn~ Then what are you waiting for, my love? Let it all out~"

You didn't waste a single second and came, probably the best orgasm you ever had. You moaned so loud it was basically just screaming. It was such an amazing release, you squirted all over Fyodor. After you calmed down from your high, your body was basically knocked out. Fyodor then kissed your lips gently.

"Thank you, fedya" you whispered before you fell asleep.

💙ATSUSHI💙

His face turned pale like a ghost "a-are.. are you serious?" You could see a bit of tears in his eyes. How could he not? All he ever wanted to do was satisfy you, but knowing he's been failing, he feels useless

Oh no. What have you done? How could you do this to literally the nicest man on earth?

"I- I'm sorry I couldn't be a better man" he said, looking down, almost like a whimper. "I'm sorry I'm not good enough" You immediately hugged him

"NO! Atsushi I was lying! Your more than enough. Your literally perfect!"

He seemed confused "then why did you say that?"

"I just- wasn't thinking...I really was lying. If I'm being honest your the best man I've ever been with"

He felt relieved but he still felt like you were lying, his insecurities getting the better of him. You could tell he wasnt really believing what you were saying.

"How about... I show you just how much you satisfy me?"

You were soon both in the bed. You were being passionate and gentle, giving him so much praise he almost couldn't handle it. You were wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing every inch of the others body. You were both on your sides while facing each other, One of your legs held by his arm to put around his waist. His head on your shoulder being a whimpering mess.

"Mmn~ F-fuck! you make me feel so amazing, Atsushi~ mmnph~! i-im g-gonna cum again"

"Mmmn~! Me too ah! F-fuck! d-dont stop! Please~ I need to feel you cum on my dick again~ mph~! it feel so good~"

It's safe to say he forgives you and knows how much you love him.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

Our beloved man looks so offended. His eyes look so confused but he also looks a bit worried.

"Your kidding, right?"

"Well, what if I told u I wasn't?"

He looked at you with the same expression, then he started to smile, then began to full on laugh. You were confused.

"why are you laughing?"

"You said a joke so I laughed, dollface" he said with a slight smirk.

"Me and you both know I satisfy you very well. No offense darling, but if I didn't satisfy your needs then why do you always come to me, begging for my cock like a whore for a release?"

Now YOU were a bit offended, but it's because you know he's right."Do I really act like that?" You asked a bit embarrassed

He smirks "Hm? Well why don't I prove it to you, doll? So you can see for yourself"

You soon find yourself in your bed with Chuuya railing you, making the bed shake as if it's going to break any second. You were moaning loudly and so was he. Seeing how his hips moved into your pussy, desperate to reach the deepest parts of you to fill his cum into, was so hot.

"I-im gonna Mmmn~! Cum! "

"Then beg for it like you always do, doll~ Ah~! otherwise I won't allow you to~ Mnn~!"

"Please~ Mmn~ I need you to m-make me cum Mph~! it feels so good~ please don't s-stop! Ah~!" You whimpered, a bit embarrassed

"You always beg so beautifully Mph~! It makes me so fucking hard hah~ Go ahead and cum on my dick, darling"

You came on his dick, squeezing him with your pussy tightly. Your loud moaning was music to Chuuya's ears. The scene was so fucking unbearable for him he also came. You were both now breathing heavily, calming down from your highs. After a couple seconds, Chuuya started to pound you again.

"You didn't think we were actually done did you doll~?"

[freaksun]

tongue piercing reader x best friend!eddie munson

no smut nothing rlly happens just mutual pining and bad writing !! Eddie says m’lady but i think thats the only mention of gender.

You got your tongue pierced today, in a very professional shop a little out of town. Away from your best friend, eddie. Driving back, you decide to stop at a gas station to call and make sure hes home, you wanna stop by and show him your new shiny addition!!

the phone only rings once.

“Hey eddie!!” You almost squeal, though your mouth hurts, youre already excited to show him.

“Hi sweetheart, whats up?” He asks, adorning one of his many nicknames for you. Despite his constant use it still makes you a little flush.

“Are you at home?”

“‘Course babe, why?” God, he couldnt stand to just call you by your name, could he?

“Im stopping by.” You state. You two stopped asking years ago, obsesed with each others presence.

You drive the rest of the way, jamming to the radio though you dont sing like you usually do.

He hears the crunch of gravel under your wheels as you pull up, the low hum of the radio, he jumps to his feet before you even stop the car, and hes outside before you can even open your door. You smile excitedly, you cant wait to blow his mind.

Opening your door, he helps you out, faux gentlemanly.

“M’lady” he grins “to what do i owe your grace?”

You smile, almost evilly “glad you asked, munson”

he looks puzzled, you usually play along with his antics, speaking back in some awful old-timey accent.

“Well, go on” eager thing.

You dont indulge him just yet, letting yourself into his home, saying hi to his sweet uncle wayne as he follows you inside. You bee line to his room, your safe haven.

“Guess what i got pierced” you start with, giddy, as you sit on his bed. (Ignoring the crumbs that are splayed across his sheets)

his cheshire grin grows instantaneously. “What????”

Instead of just showing him, you like to tease. “My tongue.”

“What????? No fucking way. You did not, youre lying.” He almost fumbles over his words hes so excited. When he met you, you were a shy kid he had to coax to talk to him.

“Show me.” He demands, like i said, you two passed politeness a long, long time ago.

You smile, ready to indulge. You stick your tongue out, admiring the surprised and maybe even shocked look on his face. You giggle at his widened eyes, your tongue returning to its place.

He takes a few huge steps towards you, sitting next to you. His hand timidly holds your chin, eyes meeting yours (finally)

“S-show me again” theres a new unsteady shake in his voice. You obey, sticking your tongue out again, more relaxed this time. He moves your head side to side, grasp on your chin steady. He admires you for a few seconds before his questions flood his mind.

“Where the hell- how did- where did you get this??” Is the first. “jesus, were they clean?? Professional??”

You scoff “of course, teddy come on”

He smiles. “Why the hell did you go without me? I mean honestly i coulda done it myself” you giggle, a sound warm and welcome to him. he turns his head to the side, still staring at your new addition, his hand still holding your head in place.

“I know, i know, but i dunno… guess i kinda wanted to surprise you. And honestly, i feel like itd be harder if it were you.”

He smiles downwards, like a guilty child. he takes his hand away.

“What? Why?”

You match him suddenly shy again. “Well, i-i dont know. I guess cause im not scared to back out so i probably would. And cause i like, trust you” you break eye contact, staring down at his pretty hands instead. “Like, so i wouldnt be expecting it to hurt cause its you…”

you dont look up to see it, but hes grinning like you just told him youre in love with him. Which by his standards, you basically did.

See, Eddies been head over heels for you since the moment you met, as kids. He always thought you were far too good for him. Too sweet, too pretty, too kind. So he never pushed a line. What hes blind to see, however, is the way you absolutely melt in his gentle hold, thw way your knees almost buckle when he calls you any of your many many nicknames.

[princessbrunette]

how do you feel about flirting with aotc!anakin? whether it’s established relationship flirting or you’re just getting to know one another or whatever. i’m rly interested in seeing how you’d decide to write a younger (maybe more naive?) version of anakin. make it as dirty/smutty/suggestive as you want, i love anything you put out

(us acting like we weren’t giggling in dms about this 😝)

okay but yes.

flirting with him is so fun because… he’s a slut idc. i guess i understand when people wanna present him as some shy virgin but also like… did we even watch the same movie? aotc ani was bricked up for the entire 2hours and 22 minutes in this essay i will-

when you’re still friends — flirting with him is so much fun because he’s barely keeping it together. he shamelessly glances at your tits when you’re talking to him because how can he not? you’re practically begging for it with them pressed together like that, blinking up at him with faux innocent doe eyes. he’s already stiff before you’ve even been standing there for more than thirty seconds. he won’t shy away from telling you that, either.

the way you call him “ani” in that sweet breathy voice, reaching up to fix his short blonde hair. he knows your game. he stares down at you with that obscene smirk, shuffling a bit closer to you so he has a better view down your top. but soon enough, you’re pulling away slyly, putting an extra sway of the hips in your walk as you leave him to give him a show.

you have to constantly tell him to stop staring at you, because whenever you look at him he’s got this slight smile on his face — and not in the sweet romantic way, the sort of vacant and dark smile that says ‘I’m not focused on anything going on right now, because i’m imagining you creaming on my cock.’ aotc ani definitely dabbled in a fair share of holoporn, so he can get super creative with his daydreams.

maker forbid the conversation ever is lead down one of a sexual nature whilst you’re still friends — his curiosity causing him to prod and pry at your sex life, and brazenly offering to be added to your roster at a drop of a hat. “did your ex ever taste you?” he’s stepping into your space once more. you roll your eyes at his intrusiveness but shake your head anyway. “i would have. you should allow me. wouldn’t you like to see how it feels? i heard some girls compare it to heaven…” he gets impossibly closer like he’s going to kiss you but you break off the moment.

“what girls?” you frown jealously which only makes him grin boyishly and chuckle, stuttering over an explanation.

when the two of you finally end up together, you make him wait even longer to fuck you just because it’s fun — doing everything in your power to make him flustered. your favourite moment would have to be when you’d come to visit the temple for work purposes, running into anakin and his mentor obi wan. you’d been discussing something of a professional nature, ignoring the way anakin was eyefucking you as you spoke to his master. as soon as obi wan briefly leaves the room, leaving the two of you behind — you pounce, pouting and pushing yourself up against the flustered blonde.

“miss you ani, need you really bad.” you whimper quietly, being met with wide eyes and red cheeks. you take his strong, pretty hand and bring it to cup the shape of your cunt through your panties beneath your skirt. “m’so wet.” you watch ani take a jagged breath in, letting his fingers feel around for your soaked spot before you’re pulling back again, hearing obi wan returning. he gets so frustrated he has to excuse himself.

but that’s not the last you see of him that day, on your way out of the temple he ambushes you — hurrying you into a dark closet space with spare sparring mats and faulty saber hilts on shelves, lips finding purchase on your neck and his hands grabbing greedily at your ass.

“ani!”

“please— please let me fuck you.” he groans, pushing his hips against yours, hard cock pressing against your tummy. “cant you feel what you’ve done?”

“not here, in a dark closet. i would like it to be more romantic than that.” you speak between sloppy kisses, his hand coming up to gently hold your cheek still.

“well forgive me, but i don’t care too much for romance right now. you’re getting me way too excited.” he grips your waist.

“i care.” you turn your head, looking at him with a serious glint in your eyes when he pulls back. he sighs, rolling his eyes and steps back, nodding.

“very well then.” he frowns. you place your hands on his shoulders and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“ask obi wan for some time off, we’ll fly somewhere — can take our time. it’ll be worth it.” you smile and he exhales out his nose, nodding.

“alright alright. now don’t tease me anymore, it’s not nice.” he’s practically pouting and you giggle. it’s hard for his own smile not to break through too.

[delimeats-000]

Just the Editor

summary: chris teasing the podcast editor takes a little turn

warnings: language, make outs, dry humping

requested.

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im editing a podcast for THE sturniolo triplets. this is big, like huuge. these guys got me through senior year of hs, and now im their editor, like wtf.

on the set beyond the wall that divides us i can hear the guys laughing with one another.

they’ve been recording for about 2 and a half hours. they should be done soon and come check the final product of the last pod i edited.

soon enough they finish their current recording and come to the editors office.

“Hey y/n/n.” nick says.

“Hey nick.” i get out of my chair to hug him and greet the other boys. “Im pretty much done if you guys wanna take a peek on the last episode.”

“Oh i have a meeting with madi and laura that matts gonna drive me to.” nick hesitates. “If chris is up for it he can stay and watch.”

“Yeah i can come pick him up after the meeting.” matt chimes in.

“Ok sounds good.”

no it doesn’t, two of three triplets gone leaving me with the third that i just so happen to be absolutely smitten over.

matt interrupts my thoughts, “Alright cool. We’ll be back.”

“Be good Chris.” nick laughs before heading out the door and closing it behind him.

i turn to face chris. i hope to god he doesn’t see how nervous i am.

“Ok so you ready?”

“Uhh yeah, you got pepsi?”

“Yeah there should be some in the fridge downstairs.”

“You wanna lead me over there? Please?”

“Of course.” i stand up and quickly walk to the foor opening it for him.

“No no, ladies first.” he winks.

fuck.

“Thanks.” wtf, THANKS, dumbass.

he laughs tho, ok cool, play it cool.

we walk down the stairs and into the kitchen in silence.

“Do you want one or two?” i say bent over in the fridge reaching for his pepsi. he steps close behind me, resting his hand on my lower back.

“Lemme get two, just in case.”

“ok.” i feel weak, his hand feels so firm and strong.

compared to the cold room i was in his hand is hot and the temperature change makes me shiver.

“Are you ok?” he asks as i stand up.

“Yeah just cold.”

“Here take my sweatshirt.”

before i can decline the offer he’s already taking it off revealing a wife beater that lifts halfway up his torso as the sweatshirt comes off. my eyes go wide and i dont get the chance to fix my expression before he notices the blush on my face.

he laughs softly, “Here goof, put it on.”

i take the sweater and put it on.

“You look good.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, lets go watch the pod.”

“Yeah.”

my face is most definitely flushed, im hot, genuinely burning up and the sweater is making this worse now, but it smells so good. i cant take it off, not yet.

“Ok here you go.” i pass him my laptop and headphones so he can watch the pod on the loveseat in the office.

“Yo, you’re not gonna watch with me?”

“Uh, i guess i can.”

he scoots over and hands me the other headphone. he presses play. i cant even focus on the video in front of me, all i can think about is the fine ass man right next to me. shoulder to shoulder i swear i can feel his heart beat. there’s no way in hell im playing this cool. i just know im shaking. please god dont let him notice.

but he does anyways.

he pauses the video, “Is everything ok.”

i dont want to look him in the eyes, im gonna give it up. “Mhm, yeah.”

“Look at me.” he says quiet and gentle. but i dont look.

he grabs my face turning me towards him.

“I said look at me.”

he’s serious this time, his tone still quiet but now firm.

“Sorry.” i mumble.

“Shh, don’t apologize.” a smile grows on his face. “Whats on your mind?”

i shrug, struggling to make eye contact.

“Tell me, baby.”

im sure he could see the shock on my face because his subtle smirk turned into a soft chuckle.

“you’re pretty, chris.”

“You think so?”

i nod my head quickly.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” he leans closer. “Can i kiss you?”

i nod once more before his lips land on mine.

he starts slow speeding up the kiss getting more rough. his tongue now caressing mine. he slowly runs his hand down to my neck and lets the other rest on my hip.

his sloppy kisses lead down my neck and i feel him leaving his mark. i let out a moan from the sharp pain, as i reach to grab his hair.

he bites harder making me let out another moan before he lets go, breathing hard he says, “Keep moaning for me, baby.”

“Yes sir.” i say as he goes back to making out with me.

i straddle his waist taking control grinding on his dick feeling the bulge grow larger.

“Fuck. Ke-keep going.”

now kissing down his neck and grinding against his hard cock, ive got him moaning for me.

then.

there’s a knock.

“Heeeyy.”

its nick. he opens the door to me struggling to get off chris. chris is completely unfazed as im absolutely embarrassed.

“Chris.”, matt laughs. “You didn’t.”

Nicks jaw completely dropped he turns around and walks out of the room.

Matt daps up chris before leaving too.

Chris stands up walking towards me, “Call me ok?”

i nod and he kisses my cheek before heading out the door.

i fall back onto the loveseat in utter disbelief.

“He forgot his sweatshirt.”

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dialogue key: nick - matt - chris - y/n

hope you like it, love you 🫶

EDIT: Pt 2 Out Now

[thema-nr-2]

hi pooks i love ur writing so much i cum everytime i read, can you do like a jealous subby bill?? no pressure obviously look after yoirself ❤️

that's not fair - B.K

✮ synopsis - that pouty little bitch cant wait a few hours for your return from your friends

✮ genre - smut

✮ word count - 2.4k

✮ content warning - nsfw duh, handjob, oral (m recieving), sub!bill, dom!reader (i guess reader's gender isnt really specifed), begging, degredation, use of pet names (slut, whore, baby, etc), cuffs, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, spit, let me know what i missed

✮ thank you so much i love you for this ALSO I SWEAR I HAD ANOTHER REQUEST BUT TUMBLR ATE IT CUZ I CANT SEE IT. FUCK.

“Bill, I’m going out with my friends, I’ll be home around 5.” You yelled out from downstairs.

You heard not a response, but the sound of Bill’s footsteps running down to meet you. “Again? Really?” He said in dismay.

“Yes, again. What’s the issue now?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, pissed off at his jealous attitude that he didn’t even try to hide.

“Who knows.” Bill also crossed his arms at you, sticking his nose in the air and pouting.

“Whatever, Bill, I’m not putting up with this shit. Bye.” With that, you walked out the door without a single word. 

“Bitch.”

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For the past 3 hours Bill could only think about you, and what a fun time you must have been having without him. He wished you’d pay more attention to him, rather than always going out with your friends. He didn’t like how jealous he got, but he just couldn’t help it! He always tried so hard to get your attention, but it never landed him anything but a harsh “stop being so needy, you brat.” 

Another hour or so and Bill still can’t shake you off his mind. As he lies on the bed, staring mindlessly at the high ceiling, his thoughts gradually grow more vulgar. Bill could barely go a day without your touch in some form, and having you leave first thing in the morning was setting him off. He needed you home and he needed you home right now. 

Bill hesitantly picked up his phone and texted your number.

Meine Liebe 🫶 

babyyyy

what

i miss you :(

okay

come home :) 

no bill i’m not coming home

pleaseee? 

no.

but :( i need youuu

i don’t care bill wait it out.

that’s not fair :(((

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you stared at the notification, oddly creeped out and wondering if you should open it. You turned your brightness down and tilted your phone screen away from your friends, who were all too busy eating and talking to even notice. 

“That fucking slut!” You gasp, a little louder than you thought you were being. Your eyes widen as you view the photo of your boyfriend’s dick, his hand grasping the base tightly. “What does he think he’s doing?” 

Your friend looked up at you with a look of worry. “What’s wrong Y/N?” She asked.

“Nothing, I just… I have to go home. Bill’s sick.” You lied. Your friends shrugged it off, already aware of how needy your boyfriend could get; it was nothing new. 

Just before you left you quickly shot him one more text.

Billy ❤️ 

i’m on my way, don’t you dare do anything else before i’m back.

read 3:20pm

You knew you shouldn’t have given in so quick, this was only teaching Bill he could get away with shit like this and not face any consequences, but you just… couldn’t help it any longer. And there’d sure as hell be a consequence either way when you finally got your hands on him.

You sped down the street as fast as you could without risk of getting pulled over, though not really caring about that. As you finally pulled into your driveway, you sat in your car in contemplation. What were you gonna do with him? Though you were mad, you couldn’t help but feel the wetness in your panties get worse and worse the more you thought about him.

“Bill.” You called sternly. Bill’s head shot up when he heard your (clearly more than pissed off) voice echo from across the house, but still he stayed silent. You scoffed at his lack of response and you made your way upstairs, the loud clacking of your heels on the wooden floor making your presence known. 

You slowly opened the door to find Bill lying on the bed in just his boxers and a loose shirt hanging off his right shoulder. He seemed to be just playing on his phone like he always would. “Bill what the fuck.” Bill didn’t reply, he didn’t even look up. He had a stupid pouty expression on his face. Was he still pulling this? This fake mad act to get you riled up? “Bill, answer me.” He averted his gaze further away from you, fueling your annoyance more. You knew that’s what he wanted, you were just giving the reaction he wanted. 

You walked over to him, leaning over the side of the bed to grab his face tightly, forcing it towards you. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you, whore.” You glared at him. Bill finally met your eyes, there was no emotion whatsoever behind your gaze. “I was gone for a few hours, Bill, a few hours. How needy are you!” 

Bill’s pout faded and turned into a scared expression. He looked up at you with the best puppy eyes he could manage, in hopes to make you go a bit easier on him. “I was just jealo-”

“So you send me a photo of your dick in your hand? You know you shouldn’t be touching yourself without my permission, could you really not wait til I got home?” 

“I-I’m sorry…” He frowned. 

“Don’t give me that shit right now. If you want me so bad you can have me.” You wasted no time pushing his legs apart and crawling in between them. You pulled his boxers down quickly, seeing how hard he still was. You grabbed his dick, running your thumb gently over his leaking tip. 

Bill let out a moan as he hid his face. You grabbed his chin with your other hand. “Look at me, you slut.” You let go of his dick, putting your hand out in front of him. “Spit.” You said, firmly. 

Bill did as he was told and spat in your hand. You ran your hand up and down his throbbing dick at an agonisingly slow pace. Bill lulled his head back, the warmth of your saliva coated hand around him sending needles of pleasure down his spine. He squirmed under your touch, biting back his whines as best he could. “Mmh, Y/N.. faster please…” 

You look up at him, raising one eyebrow. “You think you deserve that?” 

Bill went to nod, but stops himself.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a brat all day just because you can’t handle my attention being on somebody else for more than 10 minutes. This needy slut doesn’t even deserve my hand around his dick.”

Bill bit his lip harder at your words, not wanting to give away how much they turned him on. (Though you already knew damn well) A mix of desperation and guilt shot through Bill as that stupid pout appeared once again. “Don’t pout at me. You wanted this, didn’t you?” Your hand speeds up slightly, finally giving into what he wanted. 

He arched his back, hips bucking into your hand slightly. You pushed his hips back down with your other hand, shooting him an irritated look. Bill looked down in guilt again, his long, dark, hair covering his face perfectly. 

He whimpered loudly as your other hand caressed his tip, running your fingers over the slit. “Shit.. mmmh..” His mouth hung low as he threw his head back against the headboard of the bed. His hands clutched the sheets as you felt his dick twitch in your hand. 

“Aww, is my poor gonna cum already? How pathetic, getting so close so quickly.” You laughed. Bill’s face was heated up a dark shade of red at your degrading words, embarrassment written all over it. 

“Y-yes oh god let me cum.. please… I need it so bad…” He begged. 

“You can beg harder than that, Bill.” You denied him. 

“B-baby, please, I wanna cum for you.. Let me cum, I swear I’ll never be a brat again. Please!” He whined, his cries getting more and more desperate as he tried to hold back his orgasm. 

You gave him a look of sympathy as you sped your hand up as much as you could, your wrist now starting to hurt. “That‘s it, Bill, cum for me like the slut you are.” 

Bill couldn’t even get a response out, all he could do was moan and hold the sheets tightly in his fists. His hips instinctively jolt into your hand again as he cums in your hand. He pants heavily, understanding that he finally got the release he wanted, and now he could relax with you. But you didn’t stop your movements.

Bill was pulled from his euphoric state at the feeling of you leaning down and pressing your tongue against his dick, holding him down by his thighs. “A-ah, Y/N I can’t take m-more…” He said as his hands flew to grab your hair. 

“You can, and you fucking will. Take what I give you. Don’t you wanna be a good boy? I thought you said you wouldn’t brat anymore?” 

Bill tried to close his thighs in reflex, his sensitive dick already getting hard again. You licked a stripe up his dick before softly wrapping your lips around his tip. Bill gasped in response, shutting his eyes tightly and tugging a fistfull of your hair.

You winced, lifting your head off and glaring at him. “You need to learn how to take it better dont you?” Bill nodded. You leaned over to grab a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table, firmly cuffing his wrists to the bed. Bill shook his head in protest as he strained against the cold metal that was sure to leave marks. “Aww, does my darling boy not like being restrained? Too bad.” He pouted as you took fake pity on him, wanting to say something mean in response but the overstimulation when you went back down on him had him at a loss for words.

You started to fully take him into your mouth, flattening your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down. Bill whined in pleasure, tears threatening to fall down his pale face. His wrists strained against the cuffs once again as he so badly needed to touch you. He tried to hold back, he really did, but the poor boy was too sensitive. Already knowing he shouldn’t, he bucked his hips into your mouth. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly. You pushed his thighs back down to restrain him further as you kept sucking him off, stroking whatever you couldn’t fit. 

Bill felt the tears prick the corner of his eyes and slowly fall down his cheeks as he whined loudly. Due to how sensitive he was already, he could feel himself getting closer to his second orgasm already. “Y/N, bitte, I’m gonna cum again…” He moaned out loudly. You sped up, trying to bring him as close to the edge as possible without letting him let go. “F-fuck I’m right th-”

You cut him off by lifting your head off slowly. 

Bill’s eyes widened at the sudden loss of contact. The pleasure leaving his body as he met your innocent smile. “W-what the fuck, I was so close…”

“That’s what you get for being a brat, baby.” You said simply, as if it were common sense he don’t get to cum.

“B-but… Y/N, schatz…” 

“Don’t try to ‘b-b-but’ your way out of this.” You mocked.

Bill’s head sunk down low as he felt his face heat up with embarrassment again. “Please, Y/N, please! I’ll take it, I’ll take as much as you give me, please… just let me cum! This isn’t fair.” 

“Hmm…” You ponder to yourself. Part of you wanted to cave. His big doe eyes and his pouty expression as he breathed in and out heavily in desperation were enough to convince you. Another part wanted to leave him there, helplessly tied up, begging for your touch once more. You gave him another fake look of pity as you finally gave into his excessive begging. “Alright baby, but absolutely no complaining about how you can’t take it. Got it? You’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes fuck yes, I understand. Please just let me cum…” He begged again. 

You wasted no time, immediately going back down on him at the same pace. He threw his head back in pure ecstasy, mumbling a mix of swears and also thank yous at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him again. You hollowed your cheeks as you took him all the way down your throat, trying not to gag. You dug your nails into his thighs, causing him to whimper in pain. 

His dick, now coated completely in salvia, twitched inside your mouth as his orgasm neared him again. This time, you didn’t stop nor slow down. You kept going at the fastest pace you could take. You knew your jaw would hurt like hell later, but hearing Bill whimper under you like a slut was enough reward for you. You flattened your tongue against him, letting him hit the back of your throat again. 

“R-right there… god don’t stop please, don’t fucking stop…” He whispered, his voice breaking with every moan he let out. As a mix of salty tears and smudged eyeliner continued to roll down his face, his jaw dropped as he hit his second climax. You didn’t pull off, enjoying the feeling of letting his cum run down your throat. He shivered under you, panting like a dog. “F-fuck…” He tilted his head towards you in euphoria as he took in the sight of him. You finally pulled your head off, swallowing every drop of his cum you could, as well as bringing your hand up to lick your fingers. 

“That was…” He said, stunned.

“That was what, hmm?” You replied with a smug expression on your face.

“Incredible… I’m sorry for being a brat today…”

You have him a pitiful look, leaning over to stroke his hair gently. “It’s okay, schatz. We all have our jealous moments. Some more than others.” You added, chuckling at him. 

“Shut up..” He whispered.

You crawled on top of him, finally undoing the handcuffs around his wrists. You admired the red marks along them, knowing they’d stay for a while. 

“You really hated being tied up like that, didn’t you?” You said, pointing to his wrists.

Bill giggled as he nodded slowly. He lied down, his breathing still heavy and ragged. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Billy.”

i dunno what happened here i just woke up and started writing my ass off so now my hands hurt really bad but its ok cuz im spoiling yall rn!!!! anyways enjoy ahhh ill try to write more because im on school break i sweaaaaar

[bubbleebubz]

I CANT HANDLE CHANGE

SERIES TIMEEE

green= Spencers POV

pink= readers POV

ENEMIES TO LOVERSSSSS

EVENTUAL SMUTT

Spencer didn't like change, not at all, not one bit. So obviously jail was horrid for him, plus the germs and the fact he was a fucking FBI agent! Who was also framed. So clearly it was not his year. But after seeing the women who replaced him while he was gone, he was absolutely livid.

"Hi! I'm SSA Y/N L/N, its a pleasure to finally meet you, I've heard so much" The new face says to him, a big smile on her face. She reaches her arm out to shake his hand but quickly pulls away before remembering his germaphobia "Sorry, forgot your a germaphobe." She says shyly, looking up at him with big eye's.

Who does she think she is? At least she knew about my fear of germs but still, running up to me like a lost puppy.

Looking up at me with her big doe eyes.

I give her a flat smile and a wave before letting my face fall to its naturally irritated look and turn away to my desk putting my bag down.

The girls smile disappears before a pout replaces it, was she to much? She was always to much.

"Welcome back Reid" Everyone welcomed Spencer back to the BAU including Hotch before giving us the dreaded news that there was a case.

I sit at the table, being first to get a seat. "That's my spot" Spencer says, looking down at me.

"Pardon?" I ask confused. "This was always my spot." He says irritation evident in his voice. "Maybe you did before but I sit here now, and I don't think there is a designated spot for everyone, you can sit next to me if you'd like" I say, my voice starting to change from cheerful to sassy. "Move Y/N." He says darkly, making my stomach feel weird. What was that? The feeling was new to me, the bubbly feeling warming my stomach down to my core, making my thighs press together. Clearly Spencer notices, the side of his mouth lifting slightly into a smirk. I rise slowly, still looking up at him, now to close for my liking and I move to the chair next to 'his'. He sits and everyone fills the room to be filled in on the upcoming case.

The hole time Penelope is explaining the case Y/N can't stop thinking about how Spencer had made her feel merely from a singular look, a way she had never felt. She would have to google the sensation later, she thought to herself.

Everyone rises from their seats before Hotch famously says "Wheels up in thirty."

She finds a cozy spot on the jet, with a fluffy blanket awaiting the long drive. Before her peace is ended by the glare of none other than Spencer Reid hovering over her.

"Let me guess, this is your spot too?" She says, rolling her eyes. He rolls his in return and shakes his head before sitting next to her.

"I get motion sick if I don't have a window" He explains blandly. She nods before looking around seeing that most of the window seats have been taken up.

She rests her head against the window again, pulling the fluffy pink blanket up to her chin and snuggling into it.

2 hours into the flight she is abruptly awoken when Spencer "accidentally" kicked her leg.

"I'm moving so you cant 'accidentally' kick me again" She says groaning out in exhaustion before standing up to fast on an empty stomach, only moving next to him. "Sorry, dizzy" she explains, her head lolling back. "you can't move me now, to tired" She mumbles out. "What have you eaten today?" Spencer asks, a look of concern appearing onto his face. "Coffee" She says. "It's like this everyday, don't worry, because clearly you care sooooooo much" She says sarcastically. "It's not that I don't care, I just don't like you." He replies blankly. She rolls her eyes "Well I don't like you either if that makes you feel less bad about not caring." She says with a small teasing grin. Its his turn to roll his eyes and he does before fake snoring, causing her to let out a giggle. "Okay shut it before I duct tape your mouth shut" He says shutting his eyes to try and get some rest.

"Kinky" She replies before falling asleep, it finally clicks into Spencer's big brain what she said but she is already asleep before he can ask questions.

[mydarlingem]

let the light in

guess who is actually back for realsies!! life has been so fucking crazy but i come bearing gifts! requests always open pls give me ideas. thank you for reading ilysm and i missed you! 🫶

cw - nsfw, grinding and a little sex but nothing too detailed. he just needs you so bad!!

470 words

atsumu miya is in love with you. 

hes in love with you when you sit on his lap after a long day of practice, running your hands through his hair while he listens to you talk about drama with people he could not care less about, he just loves the sound of your voice. 

hes in love with you when you are out for drinks with msby and their partners and he cant keep his eyes off of you. you just radiate joy and it never fails to make him feel your joy. he loves how well you get along with his teammates, it means a lot to him that you get along with some of the most important people in his life. 

hes in love with you when you get up with him for early practices. he loves kissing your nose each morning as you shake the sleep off, brushing your teeth together and wrapping himself around you while you make his breakfast. leaving little kisses on your neck when you laugh and swat him away, saying you dont wanna burn the eggs. he loves the sound of your laugh. 

hes in love with you when you wear that matching lace set, straps and fabric clinging to your soft skin, grinding softly on him. he thinks he could cum so hard he would go blind. how stunning you look on him, how good you smell, the taste of your chapstick is permanently seared into his brain.

hes in love with you when hes deep inside you, skin on skin he cant possibly feel closer to you but he needs more. how his name falls from your lips and your hands cling to him as he fucks you like there is no tomorrow. how he loves to take care of you afterward, always cleaning you up and holding you, feeling so secure in his arms.

hes in love with you when you mumble his name in your sleep, subconsciously reaching for his hand. it makes his heart feel warm, he always grabs your hand to clasp, though he would never tell you that. he loves having some sort of physical contact at night because even if he is asleep, he loves knowing you are still there.

hes in love with you on the days you feel like everything is going wrong. when you cant find your keys, you burnt breakfast and your hair doesnt look right. the chaos of a bad day means that time spent decompressing together will make you feel even better, there is nothing he loves more than being there for you.

because atsumu miya who loves with his whole heart. he loves every single weird quirk and habit you have because they all make you the person who is making him a better man. 

[lara4eclipze]

“Ghostface”

info; is there anything better than sitting down and watching your favorite movies? , well until someone calls you.. who calls at this time of night?

cw; blood , mentions of killing, gore-y , mean Lara , inspired by the scream movie , smutty? , men do not interact , short and rushed but I hope you guys like it

part 1 || part 2

finally it was academic break , your roommates have their academic break planned out , either going out with their boyfriends or going home to their family , you on the other hand didn't plan anything you figured staying at the dorm was better either way atleast you had the whole place to yourself

what's the best thing you can do when alone at night , oh watch your favorite horror movies! not so dumb right?

"shit!" you gasps as hot oil splash onto you , you were cooking pop corn cause who watches movies with no popcorn , you wash your hands then put the popcorn in a bowl with butter and some salt

as the movie progress you got more and more tired or sleepy , until you heard the ring of your phone

ringg rring , weird who calls this late, either way you paused the movie and answered the phone

"hi?" you answered , annoyed and a bit impatient your supposed to be relaxing not answering a random call

"hi there enjoying your movie?" the other line answers the voice was distorted it sounded like they used a voice changer

creeped out and curious you ask

"who are you?" how can someone know your watching a movie your alone right now... right?

"not important, say what's your favorite horror movie?" the cryptic voice cuts you off

"answer me who are you!?" getting frustrated , most importantly scared

"you'll see soon.." the calls ends with a beep and you were left with your thoughts, the shaking feeling of someone watching you lingered

until the lights turned off , you didn't hear any light switch was the electricity gone? , what the fuck is this timing you question

"god stop messing with me" you exhale , you tightly gripped your phone. , turning on your flash you went to your bedroom

as you enter your room you made sure the doors were locked , after making sure you took a deep exhale as your heart race

"aww thought you can keep me out?" a voice behind you purrs , startled you screamed and turn to look only to get a sack covered on your head

"who the fuck are you! shit get this of me" you says as you felt this person tie your hands and sit you down on your bed

"shh princess no one can hear you stop screaming" the voice felt awfully familiar yet you just cant get your finger on who it it

"I didn't have to do this if you complied earlier you know that right" the woman says again "yet you decide to get frustrated how cute"

"oh and who am I? , take a wild guess and I'll say if your right" what the fuck is up with this woman , is this a sick game?

"i swear to God if this is some type of game I'm not playing i-" you got cut off by a slap to your thighs

"I said guess not ramble pup" her voice laced with venom

"sorry , uhm Sophia?" you ask with a harsh blow to your thighs "wrong" she giggles

this went on for 6 more guesses and 6 more hits

"I'm getting bored puppy , do you only know them gosh I thought we were close" she says you were squirming by this point due to the hits,

"L-lara?" you shakily said , waiting for another hit you brace yourself yet nothing came

"good job pup you got it!" she joyfully said removing the sack on you head revealing it was her

"Lara? how what?" you were confused, scared and most importantly weirded out

"I've been keeping my eye on you , I can't believe you still didn't notice me" she pouts

"seeing you with the other girls triggers me you know.." she said you were terrified why was she jelous?!

pulling out her knife your heart dropped

"cat got your tounge? speak" she commands

"i why lara? please let me go i didn't do anything wrong" you cry out to her hoping against odds that she might just let you go

"cause your mine! nobody can just step in and claim you , god are you stupid?" she harshly spat

"I'm yours?" you ask confused—is she mentally sick or overall just delusional

"yes... remember Emily?" she replied , her voice sinister, come to think of it Emily has been absent for a week now no one has heard from her

"yes — what did you do to her?!" you quickly question, she laughs it hits you like a ton of bricks she did something to emily

"you know~ just a little clean up" She says grinning ear to ear

"I saw how she looked at you , sooo.. I had to remind her you were taken, I bleached her eyes — now she can't ogle you anymore" god you were horrified , tears ran down your face out of pure terror

"why- would you do that! she didn't like me we were just friends!" you felt yourself get weak Lara who was in front of you just injured Emily

"don't act like that—now you don't want anyone else hurt right?" she coos wiping the tears off your cheeks

"y-yes" you breath out her hands felt cold contrasting to your own

"good girl , ill remove your restraints but if you try to run away I'd have to hurt someone else and we don't want that" she whispers to your ears goosebumps arose at her words she is sick

you nod unable to form words

she chuckles, using her knife she cuts the rope binding your hands , after her hands made its way around your waist

"you smell divine , I've been waiting for this moment for so long" the older groans

deciding to play along cause god knows what Lara can do to you if you resist her now

you lean into her earning you an approving hum , she kisses your neck making her way down your shoulders , she bites down leaving a mark you whimper out of pain

"now everyone knows your taken" she hums

after kissing your lips she covers your head with the sack once more you hear the door clicks and just like that she was gone

you saw a note on your bedside table, left by lara

"see you next time pup xo"

[dirtybitfic]

Dinner party 😼 part .2

(Chris and Matt sturniolo fanfictionxy/n)

(Chocking , degrading, overstimulation, humiliation , use of daddy and other names🤠 , spanking, etc .💅🏻)

Y/n pov-

I physically could not stand up right now even if I wanted too my legs are so sore and they won’t stop shaking . Why … CAUSE MATT STILL WONT TURN THE FUCKING VIBRATOR OFF.

It getting too much before they came down here after me I quirted more times than I can count so now only are my legs tired but now also covered in juices which tbh does not feel very pleasant.

“Get the fuck up slut I’m not gonna ask you again” chris said in a very strict tone.

I CANT YOU FUCKING — AH-ASSHOLE I choked out being in so much pain and pleasure that you were crying.

Chris grabbed you by your hair dragging you across the floor as you kicked your legs yelling at him to let go.

He let go of your hair ruffly only to yank you up by your arm so hard your surprised it didn’t come out of the socket . You started whining from the pain but also for some reason it turned you on to see him so angry and dominant.

Don’t get me wrong he is always dominant in bed but this is a whole new level I’ve never seen before but to be honest it just makes me ten times wetter. I like it very fucking ruff but I’ve never told him before scared he would judge me .

But tonight is exactly what I’ve always wanted from him .

He threw me on the bed and before I know it Matt is right next to the bed staring down at me with darkened eyes smirking at how much I’m shaking from head to toe . The overstimulation is sending my entire body spiraling into a shaking fit and just like Chris I’m guessing he loves seeing me struggling.

Chris is pulling off my top in a quick swift move and then he down to sucking on my tits sending my head flying back against the bed he leaving hickeys all over my tits . I was a moaning shaking mess under him but all I could to was look at Matt . How is Chris okay with him still In here . Does he know something I don’t ? Tbh I’ve always thought Matt was hot too but obviously I’m dating Chris so I never said anything about it to anyone . But Fuck he looked so hot standing there smiling at the scene unfolding right in-front of him .

I looked at him while Chris was distracted with my tits mouthing desperate pleas to him to turn the fucking vibrator off as you could feel another orgasm approaching not knowing if your could handle this one .

He looks me in the eyes before slapping me across the face hard enough to make my head snap the other way . He then grabs face pulling me back to look at him . My eyes welled with tears from the pain and sting from his hard slap and the orgasm fast my approaching.

“You really fucking think crying and begging me to turn it off is gonna work … huh whore ? Yeah no Chris said we’re leaving it on and until he’s says to turn it off we’ll watch your suffer” matt says inches from your face .

Your legs start to shake and before you know it another orgasm is ripping through your body . You squirt so much it sends the vibrator flying out with amount of quirt coming out of your body . You let out a yelp as your coming down .

“Holy fuck . That was fucking hot” matt says looking down at Chris who is not soaked in your juices. “ yeah it was but …” he gets in your face .

“Bad girl for pushing it out . And you know what bad girls get hmm slut” he asks staring into your eyes.

You knew exactly what he was saying . Chris has punished me before but I usually like getting spanked but tonight I could tell I wasn’t going to .

You started trying to crawl away from him to the headboard but failed when he yanked you back down the bed by your legs that were still shaking uncontrollably.

“NO NO PLEASE I DIDNT MEAN TOO “ you yell slash cry out as the tears just come out of your eyes.

He sit and pulls you onto his lap ass up stomach down across his knees . You start trying to push off of him .

Matt give me your belt . Now. Chris says.

You look over to Matt taking of his belt . Your eyes widen . Oh god no no his hand if fine but a belt … HELL NO .

You start kicking you legs and trying to Bragg the sheets to pull yourself off his lap but Matt grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back and begins wrapping the belt around your wrists.

Oh fuck… okay at-least that means he’s not using the belt on my ass I thought .

Chris’s pov-

His she looks so hot over my knee the way her legs are shaking from the many orgasms she had before we made it down to the room.

“ Daddy’s gonna punish you now cause your being a fucking. Ungrateful. Little brat… you understand me” I asked her .

Her breathing became louder and more erratic from my words. Oh she’s enjoying this. Cute . I thought to myself . This was all going to fucking plan exactly how me and Matt hoped . I’m not one to share my girls with my brother but y/n was an exception. When I went and told him about my plan about the vibrator he voiced to me how he kinda had feelings for her normally I’d be furious about that but instead I asked him if he wanted to tag along for tonight . He gladly said yes and that was that.

“PLEASE DADDY IM REALLY SORRY ILK STOP BEING A BRAT I PROMISE “ she cried and pleaded with me . All that did was make me and Matt more eager.

“ cute but no your getting punished wether you like it or not “ I said to her in a deep tone.

She shifted in my knee causing me to smile I know she likes when my voice is deep and rough it turns her on more than she cares to admit .

“ your getting 20 spankings ten from me and ten from Matt since you can’t seem to respect either of us” I said . She shakes and lets out a couple whines. Deciding to keep her mouth shut this time. I bring my hand down hard on her left ass cheek casing her to souring and whine after 9 more it was Matt’s turn .

He came and sat down next to causing her too look up at him with tear stabbed cheeks and red puffy eyes from all the crying she’s been doing.

Matt’s pov-

God she looks so hot and pathetic looking at me like that making me harder than I even thought was possible. I pulled her so she was now across my lap looking down at her left ass check seeing Chris’s big hand print practically etched into her skin prom how raised the skin is now . I just smirked .

“ if you think for one second I’m gotta be more gentle with you than Chris . Your dead fucking wrong I whispered in her ear with a husky voice she just moaned and cried out some more . I brought my hand down on her right cheek so hard she screamed . “OW FUCK MATT” she yelled at me and accidentally kicking Chris hard as fuck in the ribs . He was ducking at this point ripping off his belt and securing it around her ankles so she was now fully immobile. This shouldn’t be so hot but Fuck it is .

“NO DADDY GOD IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO “ she cry’s out feeling him secure her legs .

“ oh don’t worry slut you will be sorry” I say to her as I look at Chris who is so mad he can’t even speak.

I bring my hand down again harder and harder each time by the time in done SHES sobbing from the sting . I grab her and stand up throwing her back down on the bed . Looking at Chris for approval of what to do next .

“ drive her mad Matt no mercy at all” that’s all he had to say before I tore the belt off her legs . And came to put it around her neck .she started kicked at me in protest. “ NO NO DADDY STOP HIM HE IS NOT PUTTING THAT AROUND MY NECK “ causing Chris to storm over to her grab her by throat and slap her across the face “ what did I tell you about being a brat .hmm what the fuck did I say” He spat in her face.

“I IM SORRY IM SORRY “ she yelled back . Causing him to smack her again she moaned out of agony.

He dropped her back down .

“Tf are you waiting for Matt out that belt around her throat and shut her up “ chris says .

I waist to time securing it around her neck not too loose or too tight.

She just looks up at me like a lost little puppy making me smile .

She opens her mouth to speak but I yank on the belt causing nothing but a squeal to come out .

“Take my pants off slut I’m gonna face fuck you until your crying so hard you have to beg me to stop” she just looks at me shocked from my words . Then I realize why she can’t mover her arms cause of the belt around them . I lean over to remove it . Once she’s free she sighs out of relief and quickly lives to remove my pants me pulls both my pants and boxers down cause my rock hard dick to slap up onto my stomach . She moans as she looks at my dick sizing it up . “ your so big there’s no way I can fit that in my mouth “ she whines.

“You can and you will not open up for daddy” I say giving a slight tug in the belt.

She opens her mouth I slide in immediately causing her to gag .

“God you sounds so pathetic gagging so soon “

I say causing her to gag again as I thrust in and out and roughly. After about 2 minutes I’m abusing her throat so much she’s crying and gagging non stop . She starts clawing and my stomach trying to tell me she can’t breathe. I pull out for a second to let her vest h her breathe.

Chris’s pov-

She’s taking Matt’s rough face fucking so well I’m honestly kind of proud he has a little more girth than me so I know she’s struggling . As he pulls out to let her breathe she starts coughing and drool is dripping down her chin .

I make my way behind her grabbing her hips making her arch her back a little. She looks back at me helplessly and out of breathe.

“ I’m gonna Fuck you hard and deep as you keep sucking Matt off . Am I understood “ “ yes sir she says . I just nod and line myself up with her soaking wet entrance. Pushing in slowly as we both moan out and I let her adjust to my size . A good nine inches with a good amount of girth but she takes me so well . And god looking down at me and Matt’s hand prints on her ass is so fucking hot . I nod at Matt telling him to shove his dick back in her mouth and he does so in the matter of seconds.

I’m pounding into her so hard and deep I can hear her muffled screams and moans from around Matt’s cock which makes him moan from the vibrations. I push on her back making her arch even more and letting me hit deeper spots then before causing her legs to uncontrollably shake . Matt take of the belt from her neck as he continues his thrusts into her mouth causing her to gag more and more.

I feel her start to contract around me .

Y/n pov-

This is hotter than I ever imagined it would be. Matt so deep in my throat with Chris ducking me deeply from behind fucking me senseless. I start to clamp down on him feeling another orgasm getting close. I pull off of matt quickly.

“ OH FUCK DADDY -pl.. PLEASE CAN I CUM … MM FUCK PLEASE”

“ mmm you think you deserve to cum” chris asks

“YES FUCK YES” I scream out

“ okay give it to me slut cum on my dick” chris says

You screamed out as Matt shoved his dick back into your mouth to muffle it as you came all over chris .

Chris didn’t let up on you he just got more rough and deep causing you to start crying from the spin of how deep he was . After about 10 more thrusts he had you cumming again as your legs collapsed from the amount of shaking they were doing.

“ roll over baby I’m not done with you yet” chris says you rolled over with barely any energy to fight with him anymore.

He lifter my shaking legs onto his shoulders as he pounded back into you hitting your g spot so hard each time your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out loud whines and whimpers .

You felt yourself start to clamp down on him again and he felt it.

“Your gonna wait to cum until I tell you to do understood “

“YES GOD … FUCK YES SIR “ you screamed out . Mat came down as started sucking on your neck finding your sweet spot and leaving dark hickeys all over your neck . Then moved to your mouth and started kissing you . You relaxed into him and you moaned into his mouth causing him to groan . He pulls away and stand back over you.

You think you can finish me off princess he asks .

“Yes Matt . Please I promise I’ll be good “ you say as you lean your head over the end of the bed and opening your mouth as he pushes back into your mouth . His thrusts were softer than before since he knew your energy was running very low and wanted to give you a break since Chris was still pounding roughly into you with your shaking legs around his neck .

“Fuck y/n keep sucking just like that . Fuck so goood” matt groans out . And he pushes deeper into your throat causing you to gag and cough around him. After a couple more thrusts he shot him warm cum into your throat . He pulled out then held a hand over your mouth .

“ be a good fucking girl and swallow “

You swallowed and he then lifted his hand and you showed him your tongue so he could see you did what he asked . He just smiled and gave your hair soft soothing caresses.

Chris still pounding deep into you he dropped your legs off of his shoulders and leaning down to your neck and landing some of his weight into you . Your hand’s immediately went to his back as he kept pounding you deep and rough. You were a shaking , crying whimpering mess under him as your nails digging deep down his back causing his to groan and his back muscles to tense from how deep your nails were scratching .

His thrusts started to get sloppy and his breathing and grunts in your ear were bringing you closer to your last orgasm . Your shocked you had any left in you.

“Give it to be baby , cum with me . Fuuuuck your doing so good” he starts cumming and his thrusts slow as you release all over him and the bed soaking them both as you quirted. Your legs somehow shaking even more than before as tears slipping past your eyes and you looked up at Matt as you were cumming.

“You look so beautiful when you cum sweetheart” matt says stairing into your eyes.

You and Chris both came down from your highs and you just laid  there breathing hard as tears just kept streaming down your face.

Chris pulls out of you and lays back onto the bed next to you pulling you to him you grabbed Matt’s hands pulling him down behind you .

You all just payed there catching your breathe . They both started giggling causing you to giggle a little too.

“That.. was better than my dreams “ you say then immediately regret letting that’s slit out.

“ oh so you’ve dreamed about us before huh” matt says

You just smacked him chest and laughed covering your face with your hands .

“That’s cute “ chris says .

You all get under the covers after all showering . Which consisted of Matt washing you hair as Chris held you up do to the fact your legs were not working at fucking all . And then Matt holding you while Chris washed your body . Then drying you off as you sat on the counter and threw on one of Chris’s big sweatshirts and then being carried to bed.

You all laid down ready to go to bed from the exhausting events when Nick barged into the room.

“Y’all have been “ checking” on y/n for the past FIVE HOURS. Everyone left 4 hours ago . And y’all are nasty I heard almost everything “ Nick scoffs making you bust out laughing all of them joining you .

“ Good night Nick loooove youuuu” you say . Oh what you not gonna get up and give me a hug he asks .

Nope ima stay right here thank you very much . You said to him. Your legs were still tweaking and that was probably gonna be the case when you wake up .

Okay guys love you goodnight he says before leaving the room and turning off the light. You roll over and put your head on Chris’s chest as may hugs you from behind and you all fall asleep quickly.

(Tehheheheh anywayssssss love it goodnight I am currently delirious . It two fucking am . And I got a work Christmas party tomorrow. Cant fucking wait just ducking kidding I hate them anyways good mf night hoes)

[euijoosorangeslice]

Haii could I request taki and y/n home alone then the members leave the dorms so they have the dorms to Themselves then they think that they’re gonna be gone for a long time then the members come home and hear taki and y/n 🤭🤭

fuck I’m clenching my thighs at this rn

warnings: fingering, pussy eating, riding, voyeurism, taki calls reader pretty maybe too much? he’s also a little mean

You never would have thought that you’d end up on Taki’s bed, his head buried deep between your thighs. “Can’t get over how your pussy tastes, princess.” He mumbled, sending vibrations into your core as he thrusted his tongue into your walls. You moaned loudly, legs starting to shake from pleasure. This was your second orgasm, Taki insisting that you guys would have all the time in the world, his members gone out shopping without him. His fingers replacing his tongue, licking your clit passionately as your body spasmed out. “Taki…can’t take any more.” You whined,shutting your thighs around his head as you shut your eyes.

“You’re gonna have to take it until I’m done, pretty girl.” He pulled away from your core, admiring the beautiful mess of slick dripping out of you. “So wet just for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, making him chuckle. “Just a slut. Sit up,princess.” Taki climbed onto the bed, sitting against the headboard. “Can you be a good girl and ride me?” You looked into his eyes, dazed but still hastily nodding. “M’ legs…”

He admired your messed up hair, clenched thighs, and your sweaty skin. How you were dripping desperately onto his bedsheets. He kicked off his boxers, leaving his shirt on that was drenched in your juices and his sweat. His cock had a pink tip, with a beautiful curve and slight veins. “Whenever your done gawking you can get on.” Flustered, you weakly lifted your body and dropped on top of him. He moaned, watching how quickly your hole swallowed him. “So pretty for me. Taking all of me so well.” Playing with your breasts as they bounced.

You started to bounce on him, using all of your might to pick yourself up. “Taki…cant move.” You whimpered, Taki chuckling. “Fine. I guess I’ll have to do all the hard work.” He laid you down on your back, draping your leg over his shoulder. “Cant do anything for yourself, hm? Just a whore waiting to get your little pussy destroyed.” You two both being too immersed to notice the sound of the door opening.

Taki started to thrust his hips into you, making you moan as you registered his words. “Yes! Please, fuck…destroy my pussy.” Picking up his pace, you swore you could feel his cock dragging up and down your walls. Never feeling something that deep inside of you, your back arching off the bed. Taki placed his hands on your hips, roughly fucking your hole and leaving bruises. “Shit, I’m gonna cum. That’s what you want, right? To get filled up?”

“Mhm, please Taki! Please fill me up!” You begged , tears streaming down your face from pleasure. He grunted, forcing his cock as deep as possible as he came inside of you. “God, your pussy was so tight.” He mumbled, slowly pulling out of you and watching the mix of liquid spill out of you. “So pretty, baby.” Taki grabbed a rag off his bedstand, cleaning you to the best of his abilities. He threw on some sweatpants and a shirt. You borrowed one of his shirts, only wearing your panties under it. “Let’s get something actually edible in your stomach.”

You both laughed at the joke, leaving his bedroom to head for the kitchen. As soon as you left the room, you noticed that Nicholas was standing in the hallway. “Oh.” You whispered, realizing that they had been home for a while now. Taki shrieked, his face burning red. “When did you get home?”

“Ah, we’ve been here for about 30 minutes. Enough time to hear your girlfriends screaming.” Taki groaned, embarrassed and avoiding eye contact. “Wait, we?” Nicholas chuckled. “Everyone heard. Be lucky Maki fell asleep on the car ride home. Anyway, I ordered you both some food, since I figured you’d be hungry after using up so much…ahem…energy.” Nicholas smirked, handing the pair a takeout bag. “I hate you.” Taki muttered under his breath, dragging you back into his room.

[frankiebirds]

MORGAN: Why the woods, JJ? JJ: Hmm? MORGAN: Your fear. You said it was of the woods. JJ: (ominous music) Uh, I used to be a camp counsellor when I was a teenager in the woods up in Vermont. I had the night shift. Tuck the girls in and turn off the lights. You know, the typical drill. Everything seemed fine, all the kids were asleep. You know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until I noticed that there was some blood on the hallway floor. (reid and morgan make eye contact) So, I followed the blood trail out to the camp director's cabin. Walked up to his bed and he was just lying there underneath his covers, dead. (morgan raises his brows and reid looks at him again) Someone stabbed him. I ran out of there so fast. Out the door, down the hall. I just...I remember it being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counsellor there. I guess she heard me scream. They caught the caretaker on his way out of town. I guess he still had the knife on him. Anyway, I guess that's probably when I decided I didn't like the woods. MORGAN: You're serious? JJ: REID: JJ: No. (ominous music stops, jj scoffs) No. I can't...you fell for that? Come on. I don't know why I'm afraid of the woods. I just...I am. (gesturing at Reid) Why is he still afraid of the dark?

jennifer jareau how does it feel to be the funniest person in the world. is it funnier if this is a story she regularly tells to fuck with people or if she came up with it on the spot? i cant decide

bonus:

MORGAN: Yeah, Reid, why are you still afraid of the dark? REID: Because of the inherent absence of light! JJ: (disbelieving, hitting his arm) Oh! MORGAN: JJ, that was pretty good. Just know that paybacks are a bitch. JJ: (sarcastic) I'm shaking.