#sorry it’s late :(((

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Summer camp AU, part 13!!

July 13th <3

Owl - @jegulus-microfic - words: 914

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Letting his eyes glide over the skies, he looked behind him to check the kids were still following along. It was late, the once clear sky started to turn a dark blue. The activity was to go for a night walk, find a nice place in the woods that wasn’t too far from the main camp, and teach the teens how to start a fire.

Much to Regulus’ disappointment, James stood at the back while he stood forward, guiding everyone to the spot that he and James walked to yesterday to check it out. They’d set up some fairy lights, lay down some blankets and packed tools in their bag to start fires.

The distant sound of an owl hooting echoed through his ears, getting louder and softer until it stopped.

He weaved the silver chain strung his dark coloured jean shorts through his hands, feeling the cold metal brush against his hot skin, narrowing his eyes to see the distant glow of fairy lights through the towering trees.

Suddenly, he heard a weight drop into the grass next to him, the heat of a body and a wide smile looking up at him. “Hi!” June grinned ear to ear.

“Hi June.” He spoke in a softer voice than normal. He wasn’t one to play favourites, but June reminded him so much of himself when he was younger, struggling with gender identity in a household like the one he grew up in was definitely a challenge. He would always be so thankful to his friends for helping him transition after he left, leaving was by far the best decision he’s ever made. “How are you?”

They hummed. “Alright…” They trailed off.

“What?” Regulus asked sceptically.

“Oh nothing.” June waved their hands in the air dismissively, leaving a few moments of silence before looking behind at where all the other students walked, and then back at Regulus. “You just kept looking behind yourself, looking really fucking depressed might I add, then sulked off again.” They shrugged.

Regulus felt his eyes widen, a noise of offends escaping his mouth. “Hey! Don’t analyse me.” He retorted. “And I’m not sulking, don’t be nosy.”

“Okay!” They raised their hands in surrender, a smirk still lingering on their lips. “If it helps, James is wearing the exact same expression.”

“What-“

“Bye!” They jogged off with a wave.

“-The fuck.” He finished after they left. “I hate kids.” He grumbled.

-

The lights were glistening, the fire hissing, the owls hooting and James Potters eyes shining. It was beautiful out, and in Regulus’ opinion, James’ face only added to that.

They sat together, legs entangled together far more than they actually needed, ignoring the fact that they had a whole blanket to themselves.

Gladly, the kids had managed to start some small fires, then James gave in and lit a bigger one so everyone could roast their marshmallows.

“Have you ever roasted skittles on a fire?” James spoke out of the blue.

“Excuse me?”

“Have you ever-“

Regulus coughed out a laugh. “No I heard you the first time, James. But of course not.” He rolled his eyes, emphasising his point with a gag.

“It’s actually very nice, Regulus!”

“Abomination.”

-

They carried on like this all night, bickering, laughing, throwing random bits of food and leaves at each other while they waited for the time to pass.

Now, Regulus sat lay on his back while James made sure he could still see the teens. He looked up at the full moon, it was dotted through the leaves of the trees but still quite visible and as bright as ever before.

He rolled his head to the side slightly, catching sight of James’ veined dark hands spread out on the blanket next to him. Every now and again he’d shift, playing with his rings and fiddling with his hands randomly. All Regulus wanted to do right now was place his hand atop the older boys, but he couldn’t just do that.

So he just waited, he wasn’t sure what for, but he did anyway. Maybe for James to look at him, all so he could make a snarky comment because he doesn’t know what else to say, but James seems to weirdly like it, so that works in his favour.

It wasn’t until James turned his head to look directly at Regulus, catching his eye and holding it with his hazel doe irises for a few seconds before reaching that same hand out to him.

The coolness of his fingers combed through Regulus’ hair. It was quick, but soon James grabbed a leaf and held it up with an amused expression on his face.

His tan skin was engulfed with the light of the flames before them, highlighting even the tiniest of details and turning his eyes a whole new colour which Regulus decided was so utterly gorgeous.

James reached another finger out, brushing the loose curl of Regulus’ raven hair behind and tucked into his overly pierced ears. He gave a proud smile, nodding and tossing the leaf on the floor.

“There, that’s better.” He spoke softly, clearly not aware to the awe struck wonder on Regulus face, and the red flush that was certainly not from the heat of the flames. Even the way Regulus froze and watched him smile and hum along to a random song, and James just chuckled.

God, this man was oblivious, because Regulus was sure he was doing a pretty shit job at hiding this.

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[gogogodzilla]

day 25, humiliation

könig x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, sub! König, slight choking, oral, unprotected sex, creampie kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

König’s job caused him to be gone for long periods of time, and you both had a strict ‘no-touch’ rule. It made your reunions that much more pleasurable. He’d called you one night near the end of his mission, voice breathy and desperate.

“I’m sorry, maus,” he had whispered on the other end of your phone call. “I couldn’t help it. Just miss you so much.”

From the way he whined his words, you knew immediately what he was doing and you knew that he was close. You pictured him furiously stroking his large cock, his black t-shirt hiked up just enough to show his dark happy trail and the harsh lines of his abs. He begged to hear your voice while he came. You tsked but decided to grant him mercy that night. You could hear the wet slaps of his fist sliding along his cock, and the sound caused a jolt to run through you. You’d coaxed him through his orgasm, letting him know each and every single thing you wanted him to do to you when you got home. A muffled cry from the other end of your call told you he had finished, and you could practically see the cum dripping off of his hand.

When he returned home, a thousand apologies left his lips as he kissed you. You led him to your bedroom, and he kneeled before you.

There was something exhilarating about bringing a man as big as König to his knees. He was powerful in every sense of the word, and here he was, begging at your feet.

You supposed that was what you loved so much about him. He wasn’t afraid to show his submissive side, and you savored every moment. He trailed his hands up your leg, fingers dancing over your calves before moving onto your thighs. He was lucky you were feeling generous enough to allow him to touch you. If you were honest, after his phone call, you were chomping at the bit for him to come home, and you practically jumped him as soon as he crossed the threshold into your home.

You cupped his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Do you think you deserve to cum tonight, baby?” you asked, sticking your bottom lip out in feigned pity.

“I’m sorry, maus,” he moaned, leaning into your touch.

Your grip tightened on his jaw, and you hissed out, “I didn’t ask if you were sorry. I asked if you deserved to cum tonight?”

He shook his head, “No, maus.”

You straightened, releasing your hold on him, “That’s right.”

You backed up until the back of your thighs hit the edge of your bed, and you sat, spreading your legs for him. Your eyes drifted down his body, every muscle wound tight, and his cock was already straining in his tactical pants.

Your eyes hardened as they returned to his face, warning him not to move. You grip the hem of your sleep shirt and slowly pull it over your head, exposing yourself to König. A strangled moan leaves him as his eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of your form.

You scoot back onto your bed, arching yourself against the mattress. “Come take my panties off me, baby,” you ordered, enjoying the way he scrambled to touch you. His large hands made quick work of your undergarment, flinging it to the side as your dripping core was revealed to him.

“You think you can be good and eat me out until you’re forgiven?” you questioned, raising a brow.

He nodded fervently, obediently settling between your legs. He wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping you in place while he trailed kisses over your inner thighs. You shifted your hips against his grasp, aching for his mouth on your core.

He sucked a love bite on your inner thigh before moving to press a kiss against your hip bone, teasing you. You hissed out his name in a warning. You felt him grin against you before he latched his lips onto your core, ripping any retort you had planned out of you.

His tongue worked relentlessly against your core, swiping through your folds before circling your clit. He eagerly lapped up your juices, groaning at the taste of you. His fingertips wandered up your abdomen to fondle your breasts. He kneaded your breast before extending his thumb to circle your nipple, matching the movements of his tongue on your clit.

Your moans reverberated through your bedroom as he devoured you like a starved man.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned as you felt your release creeping up on you. He whined against your core as you bucked your hips against him, grinding against his tongue. His moans sent vibrations coursing through you, which had your eyes rolling back in your head. König definitely knew how to apologize.

Your release hit you without a moment’s hesitation, and your thighs clamped around König’s head as you spasmed against him. He ardently sucked up your release as desperate moans escaped his lips and you rode out your high.

You pushed his head away from your dripping core before he could overstimulate you. You had plans, after all.

“Lie down on your back,” you commanded as you sat up, attempting to catch your breath.

He did as he was told, obediently laying beside you. He settled his hands over his crotch, avoiding your gaze. You leaned over him, a devious grin gracing your features. You tugged his hand away, and your grin widened as you saw the wet spot against the dark green of his trousers.

“Look at you, cumming in your pants like some virgin who’s never tasted pussy before,” you cooed as you situated yourself just below his hips.

You palmed him through his pants, earning a desperate whine in return. “Aww,” you stuck out your bottom lip, “is someone a little sensitive?”

You made quick work of unbuttoning his pants and yanking his zipper down. You slid your hand under his waistband and freed his hardening cock.

It still astounded you just how large he was, and your thighs clenched together as you stroked him, spreading his release.

“Bitte,” he pleaded, jutting his hips, “want to be inside you. Need to feel you around me, maus.”

You tsked, “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands, baby. You already came without my permission once tonight.”

He whined as you moved up his body and settled yourself onto his cock, dragging your hips slowly over him. His release mixed with your own, and you easily slid over him. Each pass of your hips over the sensitive head of his cock had a breathy gasp leaving him.

Finally, you reached between you and positioned his length at your entrance, biting your lip as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He grabbed your hips, steadying you as you took him inch by inch. You threw your head back, relishing just how full you felt. You didn’t think you’d ever get over the feeling of him inside you.

Once you were fully seated, you took a few moments to adjust and your thoughts were becoming hazy. You’d thought of this moment for weeks, and your imagination didn’t do it any justice. König twitched inside you, and you could feel him straining below you, attempting to not lose himself within you.

“No touching, König,” you warned as you slowly began to rock your hips. He whined at your words but tangled his fingers into the sheets nonetheless.

You rested one hand on König’s throat while the other reached between your legs to draw lazy circles around your clit. Your legs were burning as you bounced on König’s cock, setting a brutal pace.

He lifted his head to watch you, groaning at the sight of your lip tucked between your teeth as you rode him like your life depended on it. Your greedy cunt swallowed him whole, practically stretched to your limits.

“You like being used like some toy? So pathetic, whining for me,” you hissed, wrapping a hand around his throat and squeezing lightly.

“Please let me cum, schatz,” he begged as his hips rutted against yours. “Please, please, fuck, maus. So tight.”

“So pitiful, Kö,” you panted as you leaned forward to put both hands on the headboard. The new angle had you seeing stars, and your second orgasm was rapidly approaching.

You lifted yourself almost completely off of his cock before slamming back down on it, eliciting a cry from the both of you. You arched your back as König hit that spongy spot inside you that had you clenching around him.

“Right there, baby, shit, feels so good,” you gasped as you moved your hips, hitting that spot over and over again.

Within moments, you were cumming around him. His name and a few expletives graced your lips as your hips stuttered against his.

König held onto the sheets with white knuckles, “Please, schatz, let me cum. Please, please, please.”

You nodded, breathless, “Cum for me, baby.”

He buried himself deep within you as he came with a strangled cry. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched off of the mattress and his release painted your walls.

You continued to move your hips, milking him for every drop, causing a whine to escape him. His thighs began to shake underneath you as you continued to ride him. Unintelligible pleas left his lips, his overstimulated cock twitching inside you.

“Have you learned your lesson?” you questioned, slowing your movements only slightly.

He nodded quickly, “Yes, maus. I won’t break the rules again.”

“Good boy.”

[flipppyflopp]

For hedgehog Ace and Deuce, where do they normally reside when they run away?

I MISSED THIS ASK I’M SO SORRY!!

So hedgehog Ace and Deuce have a scheme where they like trick Riddle. When they first started escaping their cage they would always hide in the Botanical Garden, so Riddle would always go straight there when they got out. Then, they start changing their location to Riddle’s bed, so when Riddle saw they got out, he still went straight to the Botanical Garden. Riddle has to comb through the whole Botanical Garden, so it gives Ace and Deuce plenty of time to nap in Riddle’s bed. After an hour or so, Ace and Deuce run over to the Botanical Garden and act like they were there the whole time to keep up their scheme. They sometimes switch it up and sleep in the roses, which they also really enjoy.

Poor Riddle doesn’t have a clue that Ace and Deuce are doing this…Cater knows and refuses to tell because where’s the fun in that ✨

[qprconcepts]

Qpp’s celebrating their one month anniversary today💛

Happy anniversary honeybees (june 6th!)

[forecast-disaster]

Trick or Treat! - From Steve the Skeleton

happy halloween to you and steve the skeleton one day late!!! you get a skeleton pjs ricky and a matching skeleton outfit cat

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - June 30th

✨Happy (belated) Shovel Day!!!✨

“These may be the last words I ever write in this diary. I slept till just before the dawn, and when I woke threw myself on my knees, for I determined that if Death came he should find me ready.”

Jonathan is pulling no punches by starting off reminding us that this may be his last day on earth. It’s telling that he woke up just before dawn came up (though I wonder how he slept at all….hmm….). I also love that while he ended his last entry on his knees in despair, he starts this entry on his knees — determined. I wonder if he was going to try to fight Dracula — futile though that may have been, but first wanted to adopt a less aggressive pose to lull him into a false sense of security. Or, perhaps, he actually was just ready for this to be over.

Once morning comes and he realizes he’s safe, he immediately runs to the great door. After all, it was unlocked yesterday, right? Alas!

“With hands that trembled with eagerness, I unhooked the chains and drew back the massive bolts.”

“But the door would not move. Despair seized me. I pulled, and pulled, at the door, and shook it till, massive as it was, it rattled in its casement. I could see the bolt shot. It had been locked after I left the Count.”

It’s not often that we see Jonathan describe himself in detail when he’s in a heightened emotional state. Before, when he found out he was imprisoned, he described his frantic state going door to door. But this time, we see the eagerness of trembling fingers turning to frantic despair. We see him shaking the door until it rattles. And it hurts more than before. Because this was truly the only easy way out. Now what is he to do?

“Then a wild desire took me to obtain that key at any risk, and I determined then and there to scale the wall again and gain the Count's room. He might kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evils.”

It’s Lizard Fashion time once again. And he doesn’t even care if he dies facing the Count! He’s willing to confront him head on because at least it’ll be a faster death and he’ll see it coming. With the sisters, he’ll have to wait until nightfall and who knows how long they’ll draw it out? No, this way is better to him, this way he has a choice. And it’s his choice, mind you, not the Count’s. Just another play on that “of your own free will thing”…

He makes his way as before, not really pausing to check his surroundings because:

“I knew now well enough where to find the monster I sought.”

I love this line and I feel it’s worth putting in here because it sounds so raw, so…viscerally angry. Yes, he’s tired of Dracula and willing to die at his hands, but he’s not going down without a fight. And he won’t go down without calling him a monster either.

“There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck. Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion.”

So this is what Dracula looks like freshly fed. He must’ve fed a lot too to look this bloated and youthful from one drink. It is very likely he doesn’t have to feed as often as the women — maybe once every two months or so (which would make sense given his time with Jonathan and we haven’t seen him feed at all in that time). It’s notable too that Jonathan feels no symptoms of fatigue or sickness from this feeding — symptoms we will get to with another character. Perhaps it’s because he’s strong and healthy, or maybe he’s ignoring any noticeable symptoms because he’s running high on adrenaline (honestly the more likely option).

As he searches for the key and actually has to feel Dracula up (a horrible experience for Jonathan, I imagine), he looks at the creature to find:

“There was a mocking smile on the bloated face which seemed to drive me mad. This was the being I was helping to transfer to London, where, perhaps, for centuries to come he might, amongst its teeming millions, satiate his lust for blood, and create a new and ever-widening circle of semi-demons to batten on the helpless. The very thought drove me mad.”

Jonathan, ever the unselfish man, is thinking of the bigger picture. He figures this box with Dracula must be going to England and then to the property Jonathan found for him so long ago when this was just a job for him: Carfax. Once again, Dracula’s talk of “your own free will” comes into play here. Unwittingly, Jonathan has given Dracula everything he needs to set up Vampire City in England of his own free will. And while he doesn’t directly say it — I don’t think he can because writing it down would make it real — Mina is in England too. They will not be near each other: Carfax is in Purfleet and Mina is in Exeter (approx. 200 miles away, so that would be about 5 hours by train), but I imagine for Jonathan, this is still too close for comfort. And it’s very likely, as Jonathan figures, that Dracula will use his army of “semi-demons” to not only drink more blood, but expand further and prey on more people. It won’t stop in just one place. And even if Mina were far away and safe from this, it still doesn’t change the fact that this creature will prey on the helpless for longer than Jonathan would ever feasibly live. I’ve noticed that Jonathan never really repeats himself in any one entry, but he’s so angry here that he starts and ends this passage with remarking how Dracula’s facial expression and these previous thoughts are driving him “mad”. He’s being driven past the point of all reason.

“A terrible desire came upon me to rid the world of such a monster. There was no lethal weapon at hand, but I seized a shovel which the workmen had been using to fill the cases, and lifting it high, struck, with the edge downward, at the hateful face. But as I did so the head turned, and the eyes fell full upon me, with all their blaze of basilisk horror. The sight seemed to paralyse me, and the shovel turned in my hand and glanced from the face, merely making a deep gash above the forehead.”

Shovel time!!!!!! It’s a true testament to Jonathan’s strength that even the paralyzing power of Dracula’s stare isn’t enough to stop him completely. Yes, he can’t land a killing blow, but I wonder if anyone who has dared try something like this (I imagine the number is very few) has even managed to land a gash as he does? Judging by the lack of scars on Dracula’s face, I doubt it. But now he has one — a “deep gash” on the forehead. It’s sad that Jonathan calls it “mere” when in reality this a great feat! Though I understand when you go from trying to permanently end someone’s evil reign, only making a glancing hit on their forehead will make it seem that way in comparison. :/

The shovel falls out of his hand onto the box and as he’s picking it up, the “flange” of the shovel (aka, the wide part where you put your foot, according to this blog), catches the lid and it falls. Coincidence? Somehow, I doubt it. That’s a weird happenstance in my opinion; it’s hard for me to imagine the shovel just “happening” to catch the lid. Another trick of Dracula’s? Perhaps. The last he sees of Dracula is a malice-filled grin on a bloated face.

That’s when Jonathan hears the Szgany and the Slovaks coming once more. He runs up to the empty room, determined to try to get down to the great hall where they must be entering from as soon as possible. However, they’re not entering from the door he thought — indeed, they seem to be going down to the passage he was just in…

“I turned to run down again towards the vault, where I might find the new entrance; but at the moment there seemed to come a violent puff of wind, and the door to the winding stair blew to with a shock that set the dust from the lintels flying. When I ran to push it open, I found that it was hopelessly fast. I was again a prisoner, and the net of doom was closing round me more closely.”

Yet again, Jonathan’s hopes are dashed. I wonder if Dracula knew to close the door when Jonathan left the vault, or just shut all the doors when the Szgany and Slovaks got there. Either way, it’s chilling that yet another way — another hope — has been snuffed out. Jonathan isn’t talking of despair anymore, but of doom.

Then Jonathan describes hearing the people work on the great boxes and hearing them leave, going off into the distance. He even notes hearing Dracula’s box be nailed down!! It must be agonizing for him to hear not only people freely coming and going from the castle (which he doesn’t blame them for, of course), but to also hear your captor making his way out of the castle too! Not to mention the knowledge of what will happen once said captor is in England…

I suppose Jonathan could have tried to Lizard Fashion his way back to his room and search for that secret entrance they used to get to the vaults. But who’s to say Dracula didn’t find a way to lock his room as well in that time? He could’ve tried to shout for help, but we saw what happened the last time he did that. Plus, I think Jonathan is so mentally and emotionally exhausted at this point that all he can do is rest for a second and probably write what he’s hearing in the journal.

“I am alone in the castle with those awful women. Faugh! Mina is a woman, and there is nought in common. They are devils of the Pit!”

Jonathan, that is such a beautiful sentiment. Love that he can’t bring up the word “woman” without thinking of his lovely Mina! And yeah, she doesn’t have anything in common with those women — he’s right. I’m sure nothing will change about that in the coming months…*insert Hbomberguy’s “foreshadowing is a literary device in which —“ bit* (I’m sorry, I had to)

He states his intentions to go out in Lizard Fashion one more time, but further, taking the gold from the Count’s room. He’s not going to remain here any longer, waiting for the women to get him. (And I do wonder now if he had been turned into a vampire: would he have had to take care of the women in Dracula’s absence, or are they just allowed to free roam now? Questions to consider…I partially remember the answer, but I won’t spoil)

If he does get out the first thing he’s doing is taking a train (I’m sure he’s not thinking of Mina when he writes that, but I kind of hope he is lol) and getting away from here — “where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet!” Hardcore line and very true.

“At least God's mercy is better than that of these monsters, and the precipice is steep and high. At its foot a man may sleep—as a man. Good-bye, all! Mina!”

Telling that he brings God up in the next line to contrast what he believes to be the devil’s influence on the land. It’s all he can cling to at this point. Even dying on a cliff is a more peaceful “sleep” than dying (or being turned) by those women. And of course, he will die as himself, not as a creature, though he imitates one with the Lizard Fashion. I wonder too if it would almost be better in his eyes to die on the cliffs; because, if he succeeds, he’s also successfully imitated the monster. But if he dies, well, it’s almost more proof he’s a man. I realize it’s a bit strange to compare these things when obviously he wants to make it back alive, but I do wonder if he struggles at all internally with how well he’s done with imitating the Count’s Lizard Fashion and perhaps he worries — just a tiny bit — if he’s becoming a little less human every time he does it? Irrational as that may seem, I can understand why he would have that struggle if he is indeed having it.

For the second day in a row, he ends the entry by referencing those closest to him and the last word in his diary — which he believes might forever be his last — is Mina. I wonder if he scrawled this in emotion, or wrote it very delicately, hoping for it to be forever preserved. Either way, I am not ok about this.

Good luck on your lizard fashion journey Jonathan, we love you 😭😭😭💔 thanks for gashing up the Count’s forehead before he left!

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 25: Face sitting with Changbin

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: names (babe, sweetheart, baby), face sitting (it’s in the name), a couple ass slaps, idk changbin just got me boutta bark he’s hot as fuck

Summary: Your childhood best friend always gives you the most mind-blowing orgasms.

Word count: 1967

Tags: @hyuckilstan @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

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Smut below the cut

You never intended to fuck him but it quickly became a routine thing after a drunken night out. There were no romantic feelings between the two of you, nothing more than platonic love and the mutual desire to get off. He was just your best friend and the single best fuck you’d ever had and neither of you could get enough.

“Please?” He asked again, his bottom lip jutting out as he begged. “You said it yourself that you’d let me do anything I wanted.”

“Well, yeah, it’s your birthday. But I meant like…I dunno, something kinky we’ve never done before. Or something solely for your pleasure, not mine.” You gave a huff of laughter as your cheeks went a soft pink and he stood up, joining you at the kitchen sink to place his dishes there.

“Y/N, we’ve been over this a thousand times.” He rolled his eyes as he turned to you, his large hands moving to your shoulders and giving a gentle shake. “Getting you off gets me off. I wouldn’t ask for something that wouldn’t serve me in any way.” You were about to protest when he pulled you against him, chest to chest as his arms slipped around your waist, so he could whisper in your ear. “Besides, you made me a birthday dinner. I think it’s only fair that I get dessert and you know how much I love that sweet pussy.”

You shuddered at his tone and words, nodding enthusiastically as your heart raced excitedly. How could you deny him? He was the birthday boy, after all. “Let me finish the dishes and I’ll-”

“Later.” He gathered you back up in his arms as you tried to back away, trapping you against his hard body. “We can clean up dinner later. I want you now.”

You nodded dumbly and gently pushed against his chest. “Bedroom.” You whispered and he instantly released you, taking your hand instead. You stole a glance as you turned away and noticed the swell in his jeans. You’d have to fix that for him.

He wasted no time in pulling you back against him once in your room. He buried his face in your neck and took a deep breath, your scent going to his head and making him dizzy. “You’re wearing that perfume I like…”

“I am.” You hummed, tipping your head further back for him as your fingertips slipped under his black tee and ghosted over the bare skin just above his pants. You felt his muscles tense under your touch and smiled a little. There was something so gratifying and undeniably sexy about knowing the effect you had on him.

“You’re gonna drive me insane one of these days.” He whispered, his warm breath fanning against your skin before he pressed his lips to your neck.

“You should know by now that that’s my goal.” You giggled breathlessly, a thrill rushing through your body when his hands moved to rest on your ass. You shivered as his teeth gently scraped against your skin and you let out a soft sigh as you pushed him towards the bed. “Let’s not play around…”

“What if that’s what I want?” He grinned teasingly even as he let you lift his shirt up, raising his arms so you could take it the rest of the way off. “This is ‘solely for my pleasure’, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I get to have my fun?” He chuckled softly as you pushed him onto the bed, straddling his lap once he was seated.

“Mm maybe, but you know I’m impatient.” You teased back, trying to ignore the rush of arousal you felt as his hands rested on the backs of your thighs, right below your ass. He gave a squeeze before letting one finger tease you through your shorts and you let out a soft gasp.

“That’s why I’ve been training you.” He challenged and you couldn’t fight back as his fingertips teased your pussy. “What do you say, babe? Do I get to have my fun?”

“Bin, please don’t tease me…” You whined, grinding down on his fingers as you elected to ignore his question.

“You’re so cute when you’re all worked up.” He cooed, moving his hands to your hips. He let them travel under your shirt, lifting it up and over your head and biting his lip when he saw you’d decided to forego a bra. “Stand up.”

Ever the obedient girl, you quickly stood up. You almost lost your balance as he hooked his fingers in the belt loops of your denim shorts and yanked you towards him. You braced yourself, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, and he immediately began to press kisses to your tummy, making your face flush red. You bit your lip as he let his hands move to your hips for a brief moment before allowing them to travel along your thighs, calluses rough against your smooth skin.

He grinned against your skin when your breath hitched as he suddenly slipped a hand between your legs, cupping you through your shorts. “How cute.” He whispered almost mockingly as he pulled back. “Take them off.”

You needn’t be told twice. You immediately shed your remaining clothes and stood bare before him, trying to avoid eye contact as your face heated up. “Stunning.” He pressed a kiss just below your belly button as he gently nudged your feet apart. You whimpered softly when he ran a finger through your folds, gathering up some of your arousal. You wanted to touch him, wanted to run your fingers, or maybe your tongue, over every inch of exposed skin. You wanted to feel his muscles tense and flex under your touch. But at the moment, he was taking his time with you.

You frowned and whined in protest when he pulled away and he chuckled softly at your dismay, licking his finger clean. “Needy girl.” He laid back, his feet just barely leaving the ground, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was fucking beefy. There was no other word to describe him. He was strong and warm and he had the cutest belly, though he always pouted when you mentioned it. His abs were soft, not as sculpted as other men as stocky as himself, and you regularly had to fend off the urge to pat his belly or just rest your hands there. He had a light happy trail leading into his jeans, which were pulled taught across his stiff cock.

He was laid out on full display and you wanted to worship him. He was stunning. But before you could act, he spoke again. “Come have a seat, sweetheart. I wanna taste more of you.”

You wasted no time in joining him on the bed but hesitated to sit on his face and he rolled his eyes. “You do this every time.” He faked annoyance as he pulled you over him and situated you how he liked.

“I like when you manhandle me…” You shrugged, giggling softly when he paused. He scoffed before wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down. You didn’t fight, allowing yourself to relax into his touch. His tongue flattened against your pussy and you bit your lip, stifling a small sound as you looked down at him.

He was focused on your already-dripping cunt, giving teasing licks as his fingers spread you open for him. You jolted away from him when his tongue flicked over your clit but he pulled you back into him rather forcefully, eliciting a helpless whimper. He finally looked up at you and gave an amused grunt as he sealed his lips around your clit, watching your face contort in pleasure as he sucked.

The man was a god with his tongue and he knew it. He took pride in his skills and the fact that he could make you cum harder than any other man ever had. He was determined to give you that again as he sucked harshly on your clit, flicking his tongue at the same time. The sounds coming from between your legs were obscene and you couldn’t stifle each moan that bubbled up from your chest as your head tipped back. He wouldn’t want you to anyways.

Your hands tangled in his hair in an attempt to ground yourself and he groaned against your cunt, sending delicious vibrations through your core. Your jaw went slack and you let out a pathetic whine as you looked back down at him. His eyes had slipped shut when you looked away but he quickly found your gaze again when you moaned his name. Something about his expression made you clench around nothing and he chuckled against you, making you shudder as his hands slid to your ass.

He gave a slap and your hips jolted, making his nose bump against your clit as he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside you. “Oh fuck-” You gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. His hands began to guide you back and forth so his nose repeatedly bumped your clit as he licked into you and you felt a light sheen of sweat begin to cover your body.

When you adopted his preferred rhythm as your own, his hands traveled up your sides and reached around to knead at your breasts. He fucking loved your tits. He would definitely have them in his mouth before the night was over. You whimpered when he lightly pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

The eye contact he maintained even as you fucked yourself on his tongue was going straight to your pussy and he grunted against you when you clenched. Even though you wanted him to keep playing with your chest, he quickly reached back to your hips and gave a firm squeeze as he guided you back down his face just enough for him to once more latch onto your clit. He could tell you were getting close and he was determined to finish you off.

He gave one final harsh suck and your body began to shake as molten lava filled your veins. “Bin- oh fuck-” You cried out, doubling over slightly with the force of your orgasm. Your grip on his hair grew tighter and he moaned into your cunt at the delicious pain as he continued to suck and lick, helping you ride it out while you had his head trapped against the bed - which he loved.

When you finally stopped trembling, he helped you lift yourself off his face and you immediately collapsed on the sheets with a lazy smile. “I’m never gonna get tired of that.” You teased as you fought to catch your breath, watching him stand from the bed.

“You better not because I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m gonna ask for every year now.” He grinned at you as he unbuttoned his unreasonably tight jeans. You internally lamented the loss of the visual of his cock straining against the light denim but your mouth watered as he stripped them off along with his briefs. “That was fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” You hummed as you got up and sank to your knees in front of him. “As hot as when I choke on your cock?” You looked up at him innocently and batted your lashes before leaning forwards to press a kiss just below his belly button as you wrapped your hand around his dick. “Let me return the favor, baby.” You mumbled against his skin, feeling him twitch in your hand.

“You still have three hours left in your birthday. Let’s spend the whole time celebrating.” You grinned up at him before opening your mouth for him to use you however he pleased. It was his special day after all.

[isawthesainz]

charles_leclerc Pictures from 2023 🤍 (3/3)

[mr-1-2-3-4]

hey i’m the silly guy with that Switchblade OC you might’ve seen(?) :D

I made Switch part of Shadow Company (and totally not undercover on 141’s behalf), so i got a couple questions if that’s okay—

Can I feature Pixel in one of my mini-comic-things?

If yes, how would he react if he heard Switch walking through the halls talking on the phone (to totally not Price), saying these exact words: “'Does Graves know?' of course he knows, he’s INVOLVED with it! AND would you believe me if i said he’s a bottom?? Please don’t ask how i found out.”

(I don’t get notifications for Ask unfortunately I don’t want to come off as rude)but if you’re bored and want to still but I’m just answering because I don’t like when I have unanswered Ask because it makes me feel bad

But if you still want to go ahead you don’t have to ask permission even in the future, now that I think about it I should probably start asking if I can put 7-11 in videos or other OCs

But to answer your question, Pixel HATES Price, Ghost, and Soap, so he’ll probably just take the phone and crush in his hand for how much he especially hates Price, but yet can’t get rid of the goggles he gave Pixel, but Pixel would probably crush it until his hand bleeds, and then walks away to go calm down, probably go play his guitar or violin, or smoke a misty cigarette, but he just hates Price, Ghost, and Soap for what the did in the fire

(Also I’m a little dyslexic so if I spelled or say something in a wrong way or anything wrong let me know if you want)

(And I’m ok if any shadow company creators make Pixel, you don’t even have to give him a big roll he can just be in the background, but I don’t want him doing anything romantic with anyone OCs or Graves or any C.o.d characters, Teddy and Roach I will allow, because Pixel is still kinda dating Teddy they just can’t talk on the phone much and they can’t see each in person, and Roach I can just see them have a friendly relationship but people think they are dating because Teddy is poly and is also dating Roach and Pixel is fine with that he just doesn’t do much romantic stuff with him, but like I said nobody has to ask to put Pixel in any art, I just don’t want him doing anything inappropriate, but there you go I guess)

I believe I spelled everything correctly 

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Let’s do this, mf ☀️

[hyrulehistoria]

Happy November! 🦙🌲🐾

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Finally got around to starting A Hermit a Day

done the first three (haven’t coloured them yet tho)

VintageBeef, XisumaVoid and Zedaph

(pls excuse the awful lighting, i need a new bulb for my desk light)

[brambleheartthestrange]

Cringetober Day 13- Rule 63/Genderbend

Loki and Sylvie

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New Vod!

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