#the colors in this almost drove me insane

[alyssas-personal-diary]

brothers

currently thinking about how a lot of spn watchers are probably married and have kids cause personally the show first came out a year before i was even born sorry 💔 anyways here’s a fic i may or may not be putting on ao3 cuz i don’t like it all that well but might as well post it anyways becuase um.. no one is gonna stop me !

You were brothers. That’s what you were. Brothers who occasionally slept in the same bed. Brothers who shared clothes. Brothers who shared longing glances and yearning touches. Brother. Really great brothers.

You’d almost feel bad for Sam. But you were family. So what was there to look back on? It was friendly. All your interactions were friendly and it didn’t go beyond that.

In your dreams, his head would lie on your lap as you drove and you would stroke his hair and everything would be right in the world. In your dream, you would be more. It’d be more than sleeping in the same bed and it’d be more than just glances. You would never utter a word to anyone about how it went down in your dreams.

In your dreams, he laughs and smiles, displays his canines with a bright flash of white, a hint of yellow if you really squinted. He would mutter an ‘I told you so’ and you didn’t particularly know what he was telling you. Maybe he was poking and prodding, telling you to speak, telling you it’ll be okay. “I told you so. I told you’ll be alright.” Or maybe he was just being mean. “I told you so. I told you this would never work. I told you to keep your mouth shut.” Maybe it was him trying to convince you to just do it, ‘I told you so! I told you so!’ Maybe he wasn’t even speaking to you at all. Maybe it was your subconscious. But you wanted to think it was really him as he stood over your bed and whispered words in your ear as he thought you were sleeping.

You wondered what Sam would do if he knew what happened when you shut your eyes. You wondered if maybe he’d shout at you. “We can’t do that! You’re insane! Brothers! I don’t want you like that, don’t talk to me!” Maybe he’d hold you and whisper sweet nothings. Or maybe he’d tell you off kindly. “Oh.. we can’t.. you know we can’t, that’s wrong. We’re family, I’m your brother, baby, we can’t.”

But whatever he would say, whatever he would do, you held onto your dreams. All your dreams were about you and him. You could see him, could hear him breathing, watch as his chest rises and falls with each slow breath. You would drive together and you could feel his heart beating out of his chest and you would fall asleep together and you wouldn’t be just brothers. You would try to catch your breath and you swore you couldn’t breathe. Take a shower and take a breath and watch through the crack in the door as he disposes of his clothes and lies atop the bedspread. You would lie next to him and you would watch him as he silently laughs at whatever plays on TV. You would think of how the TV light makes him look all kinds of funny colors and how it makes the yellow in his teeth stand out. You think you shouldn’t be thinking of this at all or paying attention to any of this and you would take your second shower of the night and you would learn to breathe again.

In your dreams, your limbs tangled together, your breaths mixing together, fogging up your vision and you’re reminded it’s just a dream.

You and Sam were family. You were really amazing brothers who shared a bed and shared clothes and shared glances and touches. Share, share, share. Did Sam share your dreams? Was it like some sort of communal bathroom type situation? Maybe it was a shared delusion, that type of thing.

Or maybe you were just insane. You were brothers, bottom line. You couldn’t ruin that. You’d find comfort in what wasn’t reality because you couldn’t have it. Really great brothers.

[azfellschild]

day 2 of painting a random s2 scene until good omens gets renewed for s3

[mariposiel]

If you saw me changing my blog’s theme at least ten times today….. no, you didn’t—

[mattsd0ll]

Ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｉｎ Ｐｉｎｋ

Softdom!Matt x Doll!Reader

Matt loved seeing you wearing the color pink, even more in his clothes. What’s his reaction gonna be when he sees you wearing a pink lingerie set you got a few days ago?

Warnings : teasing, fluff, oral f!receiving, fingering, foreplay, begging, subdoll!reader, roughdom!matt, aftercare

“Matt, look!” You smiled excitedly, showing him your bunny with bows on her ears. His eyes raked over your face, and that smile.

“Mhm?” His eyes glanced at the bunny in your hands.

“She has bows!” Your voice higher pitched, you sounded like a child.

“She’s adorable doll, just like you.” Matt looked you up and down, you were in his favorite outfit, “you look beautiful, baby.” Matt’s words made you blush.

“Thank you, Matt.” You looked away, your face beating red.

Matt cupped your face in his hands, “I mean it.” He connected his lips with yours, shocking you, but you obliged and kissed him back.

“You smell amazing, too.” He mumbled, kissing your neck.

“Matt-I,” you struggled to speak, and he teased you for it.

“You what, doll?” He ran his hands up and down your sides, “mm, tell me sweetheart.”

“I-uhm.. wanna show you something.” You cleared your throat. “What is it?” He continued kissing your neck.

“Mm..!” You silently begged him to stop, but he didn’t. You secretly loved when he did this to you, but you didn’t want him to know.

“Words pretty, use your words.” He teased you more. “I-I have to g..grab it..” you mumbled softly. He let you go to grab it.

You had bought a cute light pink lingerie set a few days ago, and you wanted to surprise it with him. You grabbed it from under your bed and quickly put it on, but taking enough time for him to come check on you.

“Baby what’s-“ Matt was astonished. He saw you, in-front of your mirror, dressed in the light pink lingerie set, with your hair down your back. “Holy.. baby you look amazing.”

You blushed and looked over, “thank you sweet boy.” He walked over to you, cupping your face and kissing you eagerly. “M..Matt!” You giggled.

Soon enough, he started teasing you again. His hands were caressing your curves, his hands praising you gently. “Fuck baby.. you look so beautiful dressed like this..” he whispered into your skin as he continued to touch you gently. You loved the feeling of his hands, the cold of his rings sending chills down your spine that made you feel a bit tingly. His warm hands didn’t help with the pool of arousal that was in your underwear, your panties soaked all the way through.

You were pinned against the bed by him, his hands now next to your head as he kissed you, more rougher now but still gentle. “Matt..” you were out of breath. “Yes baby?” He pulled away from the kiss too.

“I need you.. bad..” you whispered softly.

Matt took the lead and moved down, getting closer and closer to your sopping wet core. “Here, baby?” He teased, rubbing his finger over the wet spot. “Yes.. fuck..!”

“So wet f’me, huh baby?” He teased you some more, moving aside the thin fabric and running his finger along your slit, dipping it inside you but pulling it back out. “Please Matt..” you begged.”

“Please what baby?” He whispered into your ear before sticking two fingers inside of you, hitting that certain spot that made you go crazy within an instant.

“You want me here?” He asked, almost innocently. You nodded frantically, loving the feeling of his digits so deep inside of you. He added another, and another, until he had four fingers inside of you at once.

You were going crazy, moaning, screaming, and almost crying due to the pleasure. His tongue was rubbing against your sensitive nub as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. “So wet.. all for me..” he mumbled against your clit, which drove you insane. “Yeah all for me. Such a good girl..” he praised you, which you loved.

“M-More.. please..” you begged him, but he didn’t oblige. “Please Matt..!” You cried out.

“Good girls don’t get rewards for being brats, do they?” He asked you. You looked up at him with teary eyes, wishing he would do what you wanted. “N-No..”

After what felt like hours of him fingering you, your orgasm crashed down on you and hit you like a freight train. “F-Fuck..!” You basically screamed out, squeezing around his fingers. “Mm.. such a good girl..” he kissing your lips before pulling his fingers out of you, licking them clean. You whined at the loss of warmth. Soon enough, his tongue connected with your clit again. You were already so sensitive, and this didn’t help. “Matt!” You squealed, moaning softly.

His mouth latched to your wet heat, his tongue prodding against your folds. “M-Matt..!” You moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair. Soon enough, your second orgasm hit you even harder than the last. “Matthew..!” Your back arched off of the bed and you clawed at the sheets.

“Are you ready, pretty girl?” He started to remove his jeans and shirt. You nodded, but you were so tired already.

“Let me know if you want to stop, okay?” He removed his clothes, standing in front of you fully nude. “It’ll only hurt a little, then it will feel real good.” Matt’s voice was filled with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance,

“god.. you look so pretty in pink.”

A/N : I had to hurry and post this bc my tumblr is acting up and not saving my work!! Idk why, maybe I need to update my app. Srry for the cliffhanger, I’ll have the next part out in a few days!

Ty for all the support on my posts! I love you guys so so much!

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

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[goatakiart]

☆Hanging out with Xavier☆

Y'all on vacation, just a small read ♡

•SFW, a bit suggestive tho

• It may have a continuation (which won't be that sfw)

♡Art by yours truly♡

The sunset colors could not compare to anything you've ever seen. Not when you see them through Xavier's eyes, filling your heart with yearning, just like the night sky is enveloped in stars on a good night.

The clouds danced around the warm colors, a hypnotizing performance, but there you are, looking at him. Nothing else mattered, the side of his lips got stained in whiped cream as he munched on the cupcake nonchalantly and you couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly. He notices your attention was drawn towards him so his eyes naturally turned right to look at you, his head moved in delay.

"Is there something on my face?" He said in his usual low voice, his hand moves lazily on his face to find whatever made you giggle.

You scoffed for a moment, not making a move, letting him suffer a little, then you decided to move your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb caressed his skin till it found it's way to the whipped cream to rub it off his lip, your hand withdrew, now bringing it on front of your face, sucking the cream off your thumb, your eyes never let his. A small gasp escaped his lips, then a smile.

"Oh, I think there's something on your face too."

He placed his hand behind your head and leaned forward, his figure cast a shadow over you, covering the sun a veil.

Time moved so slow but yet so fast in this exact moment. On one hand you could notice and see every microexpression, his eyelashes lowering gracefully. On the other, you have no idea just when his lips touched yours, firstly it's a soft gesture, which, of course, does not take long before he sinks deeper into your mouth, devouring you, pushing you back.

The clouds kept moving, however the world around you has stopped moving, his kisses are not frequent but when he kissed you he manages to make you feel like nothing else matters. You hummed while returning the kiss with the same passion and longing, it's almost as if you could get separated any time, feeling that fear drove you insane and ignited your flame, your hands sloppily searched for him, feeling his cheeks, his hair, his neck, wrapping around him like a blanket.

You broke the kiss in synch, looked at each other. Both with the same question in mind. "Here?". You simultaneously looked left and right, the scenery seemingly empty of people. And right when you thought he'll kiss you again he just pulled away and sat on the bench as if nothing happened just now. Oh how his teasing pissed you off. You pouted. He just smiled calmly and finally spoke again.

"You just had some cream on your lips."

You swear you could smack him right now. However you held back. You sat straight and pinched the side of his stomach.

He didn't seem to mind but flinched nonetheless.

"What did you do this for?" He protested.

"Don't play dumb with me."

Suddenly a mother with her two children passed by, he closed his eyes in satisfaction and he slurped on his Boba tea.

You rolled your eyes.

"I saw them too. Don't give me that." You played cool even tho your heart was hammering against your chest still. How does he keep cool like that? You wanted to tease him.

Maybe later...

[scandalcus]

‧₊˚⊹ sweet - ellie williams x afab!reader

summary: ellie teasing and pleasing u content warnings: smut (no plot), teasing, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), top!ellie, bottom!reader, ellie calls reader princess once, etc. notes: i saw this and couldn't help myself, something short i threw together that wasn’t really proofread so i hope it doesn’t suck too bad

“Tell me what you want,” Ellie coaxes, her voice laced with a teasing tone. She was nestled between your spread legs, mouth only inches away from your heat, her warm breath fanning over your pussy eliciting a small whimper from you. Her gaze was downcast as she grazed her fingertips across your slit, watching them gleam with your slick. Your cunt pathetically contracted around nothingness as you impatiently waited for her, the searing ache between your thighs growing to become too much.

Her fingers barely tease your clit causing you to buck your hips up in response, only to have them forcibly pushed back into the mattress by herself. Her movements still before she pulls away completely, the ghost of her touch still lingering; you whine at the sudden halt. “Use your words, princess,” she goads in the most delicious way, the sound of her voice alone making your brain foggy. "Show me how much you need me.”  

There was no winning this battle, Ellie will literally tease you to the point past suffering just to get the upper hand on you, and you knew this; but you couldn’t help yourself. You had too much pride, you wanted to hold onto the ounce of dignity you had left, so you found yourself appreciating silence, even though you felt your sanity diminishing every second you lay sprawled beneath her, yearning for her to please you. 

“Don’t act shy now.” Ellie quips, bringing her lips to suck on the skin of your inner thigh and slowly leaving a trail of raspberry-colored blemishes approaching your cunt, which she deliberately neglects. She’s pushing you, determined to get you to convey your desires.

The throb between your thigh becomes painfully obvious, the frustration is driving you insane. You bite your lip to mute the whine that so desperately wants to escape. Ellie isn’t oblivious to your struggle, she’s just waiting for you to stop being so stubborn.

 "Please, Ellie.." 

The sound of your own voice brings a flush to your cheeks, you sound pathetic, really. It was almost humiliating, but the ache in your belly was too overpowering, the sensation was eating you alive.

"You can do better than that," she tuts, her voice oozing with mockery. Asshole. 

You had no choice but to swallow your pride; meanwhile, Ellie's expression was nothing short of it. Watching as you unraveled at the seams for her, needy and a desperate, eager mess beneath her. It did nothing but fire up Ellie's ego. She drove you crazy in the best way possible.

"Fuck- Ellie, touch me, please," you whine, protruding your bottom lip at her. Finally, after what felt like forever, she leisurely drags her tongue through your folds, taking her time to lap up the taste of you, letting your saccharine sweetness coat her tongue. She shifts between your legs and pulls your closer, causing a yelp to erupt from your throat. She tauntingly flicks her tongue against your clit, the subtle movements drive you absolutely crazy. You and her both know it simply isn’t enough; you need more, the slick between your thighs is enough to prove it. 

“Mm.. more,” you whine, “please,”

“You’re so needy,” Ellie hums, looking up at you through hooded eyelids. She was just as desperate to taste you, but she’s better at expressing herself with her actions than her words. Her eagerness displays itself when she increases her movements. Her tongue greedily swirls around your clit, your body involuntarily twitching with every perfect stroke. You entangle your fingers into her hair, pulling and tugging her closer into the expanse of your pussy as she continues to trace shapes into your sensitive bundle.

You’re so entranced in the pleasure, you didn’t realize her right-hand venturing up your thigh, not until two of her digits slip into your entrance, your pillowy walls flutter around the sudden intrusion, the sensation forcing a hoarse cry out of you. She hums against you after feeling how needily you clamped around her, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

“You taste so sweet,” she utters beneath her breath, words muffled against your heat. She gave you little time to adjust before she began at a relentless pace, her two glistening fingers disappearing in and out of your cunt, her pace creating lewd, wet noises. 

Your legs wobble as she curves her fingers inside of you, reaching that sweet spongy spot that sent you into overdrive. You dragged out a string of curse words as she mercilessly pounded her fingers in and out of you, creeping in a third finger because she knows “you can take it…” Her left-hand caresses the swell of your hips, the touch is soft and delicate in contrast to the brutal assault on your pussy. 

“Feels good?” she asks, looking up at you through her eyelashes, her chin glistening in your essence. She replaces her tongue with the pad of her thumb while she waits for your response, sweat lining at her forehead. She bit her lip as she watched you squirm under her touch, engraving the ethereal image into her memory forever. 

“Feels s’good- fuck” you moan between labored breathing. You throw your head back and squeeze your eyelids shut, hallucinating stars as Ellie fucks you dumb with her fingers. She brings her lips back around your clit, sucking on the bundle as her fingers scissor and curl inside of you, the combination producing a sequence of obscene squelching sounds paired with the moans emitting from your throat.

“You’re doing so well, look s’pretty,” she coaxes you through it, the praise causing your heart to stutter. Your abdomen twinged with euphoria, pure ecstasy coursing through your body as she worked the skilled combination of her tongue and fingers on you, the blend making you dizzy. Flashes of an ivory white prick at the side of your vision, you feel your stomach tighten with each pump of her fingers. 

“Don’t stop, so close,” you mustered between breaths, only motivating Ellie to make her movements more erratic. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, faint images of mandalas fade in and out of your vision as your limbs spasm, your pussy convulsing around her fingers. You shamelessly gasp and cry out as Ellie continues to fuck you through your high, lapping up every last drop of the wet rush flooding out of you.

Ellie doesn’t slow down until you start to loosen your grip on her hair, your body relaxing as your chest rises up and down with each heavy exhale. She finally pulls her fingers out of you, making sure to clean up every bead of your arousal, sucking her own fingers dry, savoring your taste.    

You slowly blink your eyes open, coming face to face with Ellie, who’s face is glistening in your slick. She places her hand under your chin and collides her lips with yours, letting you taste yourself, the salty yet saccharine sensation on the tip of your tastebuds stirs up something animalistic inside of you, you can’t help but moan, earning yourself an amused smile from Ellie, every hint of flattery going straight to her head. She was never going to let you live this down.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄��𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡

[lordprettyflackotara]

Mr. Right || Colby Brock || Part two

smut, 18+, minors dni

a/n: colby’s new mustache has got to go😭 enjoy!

Colby wasn’t sure if you were going to show.

He sat anxiously on the end of the hotel bed, tapping his foot. To the left of him was a bucket of ice with a new bottle of champagne on top, one he bought just for you.

It was admittedly expensive, but he wanted to do anything and everything to impress you.

You were a goddess to him, a bite of forbidden fruit he was never meant to taste.

Yet your curves, your whimpers.

They invaded his mind like a plague.

He couldn’t stop thinking of you. All of the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

Colby realized as he pumped his cock to the fantasy of you that all he wanted was to make you feel good.

And tonight he had every intention of doing so.

Your knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the brunette rushing to greet you.

He opened the door, hardly having a moment to glance at you before you darted inside. Colby raised an eyebrow, leaning out of the door frame. He looked both ways, ensuring no one was around.

You were silently impressed that Colby had such a fine taste for hotel rooms, considering his taste in clothing didn’t depict wealth.

“I purposefully chose a floor with no cameras to put you at ease,” Colby mentioned, shutting and locking the door behind him. You set your purse aside, sliding off your heels. You kept a calm exterior on purpose, not wanting to seem too excited or nervous about the entire ordeal.

You were sure that you weren’t Colby’s only girl and you didn’t want to leave the impression you were too needy.

“Out of context that sounds like you’re a serial killer you know,” You tease sarcastically, unbuttoning your blouse.

Colby’s eyes focused on you, soaking in your figure. A charcoal pencil skirt hugged your hips and a white button up shirt concealed your breast. He watched as your small fingers undid the buttons. You appeared to be just as eager as he was, even if you tried harder to hide it. He almost wanted to question the business get up, since he had figured you were a trophy wife.

He decided to push the thought out of his mind, deciding he would ask you later.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Colby purred, striding over to you. You blushed at his sweet words, shrugging your blouse off and discarding it onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he towered over you, meeting his gaze. The energy in the room seemed to shift, your body becoming putty under his mere touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me, i’ll be good for you,” You whispered. Your words made Colby go borderline feral, his lips smashing into yours as his hands found your waist. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, your soft pink lips doing charity by dancing against his.

Fuck, you had no idea what you did to him.

His hands snaked down to your ass, readjusting you higher onto him. He lifted up your skirt, the fabric audibly ripping. You gasped and pulled away. “Colby! Those were calvin klein!” You whined, hitting his chest. In a swift motion he tossed you onto the bed, shoving your tattered skirt down your legs. “I’ll buy you a new one. Ten of them in every color if that’s what you want,” Colby panted. His boner was rubbing against the harsh fabric of his jeans, not making his feral thoughts subside any faster.

“But what I want right now, is for you to do as I say. Can you do that?” Colby asked. You nodded shyly, your face a visible light tint of pink. Colby grabbed your legs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He briefly glanced over at the bucket of champagne, forgetting it was there. A light bulb popped over his head, a devious smirk dancing across his legs. “Take off your bra and panties, let me see your body baby,” Colby told you.

You were so obedient it drove him insane, watching you scramble to obey his every command. Your panties and bra were discarded in seconds, Colby quickly taking note of the white lacey matching set you wore for him. He began to undo his tie, your curious eyes watching him closely. “Close your eyes for me,” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual. You nodded and did as instructed without question.

Something about Colby fascinated you. It wasn’t the lustful thoughts or the sinful fantasies.It was the simple fact that despite only having met a week ago, you trusted him entirely. It was as if he could read your mind. He paid close attention to your body and reactions, practically reading your mind. You couldn’t describe the feeling, the notion itself completely absurd.

But as Colby wrapped his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you, you knew these thoughts to be true.

“Lay back for me and stay still, can you do that?”

Colby reached into the bucket of champagne, pulling out an ice cube.

“Yes sir,”

You laid your back onto the soft comforter, spreading your legs.

Colby took a good five seconds to admire your body, before leaning forward. He brought the ice cube to your left nipple, the sensation causing you to jerk forward. “I thought I told you to stay still?” Colby asked mockingly. Your nipple hardened under the sensation of the ice cube, a whimper escaping your lips. “Sorry sir,” You mumbled. Colby switched the ice cube to your right nipple, popping your left breast into his mouth.

His mouth was warm, the sensation making you squirm beneath him as your other nipple hardened. You could feel the wetness growing between your thighs, your cheeks flushing a deeper pink as his tongue swirled around the bud. You were all hot and bothered over an ice cube.

The humiliation had fully crashed down over you as your hips bucked upwards, begging for friction. He released your breast with a pop, the cool air making you shiver. “Needy aren’t we?” Colby teased. He kissed down your stomach, dragging the ice cube after his strip of kisses. “Colby-” You groaned, throwing your head back. He hovered over your cunt, looking up at you.

“Hmm?”

“S-so c-cold,” You stuttered, goosebumps spreading across your skin.

Colby chuckled as he ran the ice cube down to your folds. You whimpered as he ran it up and down your thigh, before opening your folds and placing it on your clit. Your hips jolted forward, his other arm holding you in place. “You can take it, yeah? Wanna be good for me?” Colby asked. He studied your body, ensuring no signs of discomfort were visible.

“Wanna be good,” You babbled, your fingers raking through his hair. You pulled at his roots, the motion erupting a groan from his throat. He tossed the ice cube aside, licking a teasingly slow stripe up your cunt. You moaned loudly as his warm tongue clouded your mind, washing away the contrasting icy cold from moments before.

“You taste so good,” Colby praised, before diving into your cunt. He lapped at your folds like a starved men, determined to please you in the best way possible. Your back arched off of the bed as your thighs squeezed around his head. He brought two fingers to your entrance, slowly pushing them inside of you. Your walls spasmed around his digits, your body craving more than just his fingers.

“Colby, I want you,” You panted, vision still restricted by his tie. Colby smirked as he curled his fingers, pulling away from your cunt briefly. “Be patient, need you to cum on my fingers first,” He purred. He began to speed up his fingers, abusing your g spot as he pleased. He reconnected his lips with your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud.

You had no idea how intoxicating you were, your head thrown back and sinful noises escaping your lips. Your juices coated Colby’s chin and fingers, and he couldn’t care less. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach, one you didn’t want to form so soon. Colby made you feel so fucking good. It was beyond anything your husband had ever provided you, your body and slave to the state of euphoria he put you under.

Colby could sense you were about to cum, smirking as your walls tightened around his fingers. You felt your legs begin to tremble, your hips bucking upwards. You couldn’t even give your lover a warning, moaning his name as you came. Colby released your clit with ease, satisfied with seeing you come undone.

He removed himself from you, leaning forward and removing your blindfold. “Hi there,” He greeted teasingly, earning a smile from you. You grabbed his shirt, flipping him down onto the mattress. You straddled him, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “I need you, you fucking delinquent. You’re gonna give me what I want,” You growled. Your hands nimbly reached down to undo his belt and leather pants, shoving them down his legs.

Colby leaned back, cockily putting his hands behind his head. You raised your eyebrows as his cock laid flat against his stomach, looking up at his face. “What’s that face for?” You questioned. Colby shrugged, looking down at your dripping cunt. “Oh nothing, i’m just waiting for you to take what’s yours,” He replied.

You reached down and grabbed his cock, balancing yourself as you sank down lower. His shaft stretched you out much more than your husband, your thighs shaking as you moved your hips downwards. You threw your head back as you bottomed out, gripping onto Colby’s shirt as you adjusted to his size.

“Well would you look at that,” Colby muttered. You looked down, the outline of his cock visible through your stomach. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. “Is that safe?” You questioned, unsure of how to react. You had never been in this predicament, your husband no where near the size Colby was. The brunette chuckled.

“I guess what depends, does this feel good?”

He slowly lowered his hips, before pushing them back up into you. You groaned at the sensation, his cock rubbing against your g spot. “Fu-ck yes,” You answered. Colby grinned mischievously, leaning forward. “Lift yourself up for me, let me fuck you like the filthy slut you are,” He ordered. He traced your jawline with his thumb as you readjusted yourself on his knees.

In a swift motion he grabbed your face, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish. “The fact you thought you could dominate me even for a second is cute, but don’t ever-” He began, rolling his hips into you slowly. He was going mockingly slow, ensuring you felt every single inch of his cock. “Ever, think you’re in control,” Colby snarled. The two of you locked eyes, your walls milking his shaft with every filthy word he spewed out.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Colby groaned, releasing your face. He hand slithered up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he picked up the pace. You moaned loudly as he fucked you, the outline of his cock visible with every thrust he made. “Thats right, let everyone on this floor know who fucks you this good,” He growled, relishing in the sweet sounds of your uncontrollable moans.

His fingers tightened around your throat, your airway restricted as he provided you an addictive euphoria. “Colbs, fucking shit-” You babbled, unable to form coherent sentences. The nick name you spewed only made Colby pound into you harder, his thrust merciless. “You’re so pretty like this, you’re going to look even prettier full of my cum,” Colby groaned, testing the waters.

You grabbed his wrist, squeezing it for support as he abused your cunt as he pleased. “Please cum in me, I need it,” You begged. Your words were music to Colby’s ears, an irresistible smile dancing across his lips. He could feel your body tremble at the idea of being bred, the brunette feeling cocky. “Yeah? Want me to breed you? Make you mine?” He purred. You babbled words of agreement, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you.

“Please, i’ll do anything,” You begged. Colby smirked as he released your throat. “Go ahead then, ride me. Make me cum and i’ll breed that tight little cunt of yours,” He ordered. His thrust had come to a sudden halt, the knot that was previously forming in your stomach beginning to subside. In a panicked motion you began to ride him, pawing at his chest for support as you bounced up and down shamelessly on his cock.

Colby took the opportunity to grab your ass, squeezing the tender flesh as he guided you. “Look at that, riding me like a bitch in heat. You really are my personal whore, aren’t you?” He asked mockingly, the two of you locking eyes. You nodded, grinding down on his cock. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your grip on Colby’s shirt tightening.

“Fuck yes, i’m all yours Colby,”

“Then cum for me so I can make you mine,”

You lowered your hips one last time, your thighs trembling as your senses went white with ecstasy. Your high only got better as you felt Colby cum inside of you, coating your inner walls. His seed was warm as it filled your cunt, Colby’s cock still buried inside of you. The brunette slowly gripped your waist, guiding you off of his cock gently. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs as you sat on your knees, panting as you tried to catch some air.

Colby couldn’t help but admire you. Your hair was a mess, your lips raw and puffy. Your cunt was dripping his cum, your nipples still perky. You were beautiful. He leaned forward, lightly tracing your jawline with his thumb.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You were dazed as Colby carried you over to the bathroom, hardly registered him sitting you down in the bathtub. It was larger than you expected, the warm water beginning to puddle at the bottom. You brushed your hair out of your face, attempting to gain some decency.

“So,”

“So?”

“Does this delinquent know how to fuck or what?” Colby asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, giving him the middle finger. The tub began to fill quickly, Colby reaching over and pouring a flower scented bubble bath into the faucet. He began to undo his shirt, heading towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Colby turned around a bit more sheepishly than he would’ve liked.

“I don’t know, thought you’d want space,”

His words stung, a reminder of the fact your dynamic was nothing more than a sex filled affair. You brushed off the stinging, deciding you wanted him to be near you. Even if that meant shoving aside your ego.

“Shut up and get in the tub,”

You had never had intimate moments like this with your husband. You laid against Colby’s chest, your shoulders relaxed as he washed your hair from behind you. He worshipped you, his fingers currently occupied by scrubbing and massaging your scalp. He was so gentle with you, a dramatic contrast from the way he was moments ago.

You couldn’t believe you had put your ego aside enough to be in this position, your eyes fluttering shut as Colby bathed you. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, soaking in the privilege of your presence. You both had lost track of time in that bath tub, both of you rambling on about your drastically different lives.

Colby, whose last name turned out to be Brock, had a bit of a social media following. You didn’t realize Youtube was such a popular social media platform, your time mostly spent on facebook or instagram. You had a responsibility to support your husband to the public eye, one that couldn’t be ignored by watching internet videos. He told you all about Sam Golbach, a blonde headed friend of his who you learned he’d rather die without.

You couldn’t help yourself, you began rambling on about your own life. The yoga classes, how often you cooked, your current beef with your maids. You liked that Colby listened intently, asking questions and paying attention. You felt like the center of the universe, droning on about your life and useless husband. Time seized to exist, until it came to a halt.

Your eyes opened to see the sun rising over the horizon, the opened bathroom revealing the orange and pink skies. “Fuck, I have to go soon,” You muttered. Your husband would be waking up in an hour or so, undoubtedly going to question your absence. Colby noticed the hint of sadness in your voice as he washed the suds out of your hair.

“Let me finish washing your hair, okay?”

“Okay,”

You would take any excuse to be around the delinquent you couldn’t resist.

[brotherwtf]

currently screaming things with @pinksiames so have a nonsensical clegan drabble that's an amalgamation of all of our horny ramblings

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Gale always liked to experiment with how he looked, was always willing to push past his comfort zone when it came to his appearance. He has had almost every single hair color, long, short, and everything in between. He wore anything and everything he wanted to, which drove his boyfriend absolutely insane.

Right now, Gale had landed on dying his hair midnight black, allowing the waves to fall over his forehead and frame his pale skin. He had also managed to tug John into the bathroom when he was dying his own hair and forced him to sit and get his hair bleached. John didn't protest much, only whined when the bleach took a long time to set before they could wash it out. John was enraptured by Gale's black hair, liked touching it and caressing it, even though Gale pointedly mentioned it was the same as his blonde hair.

Gale, of course, also liked to drive John crazy with his clothes. He had recently gotten into wearing low rise jeans, crop tops and the occasional mini skirt, exposing his small waist and (possibly) the tattoo he had gotten on his lower back. He liked to look over his shoulder at John and smile at him and watch as John's brain short circuits.

It was their anniversary when Gale finally almost made John rip his head off entirely. He told John to wait in the living room until he called him back into the bedroom, and put his plan into place. He had gotten a red lingerie set when John was at work, expertly hid it in the bottom of his dresser drawers, and smiled when he looked at it now. It was simple, a red, lacy panty that rested on his waist, with garters that wrapped snugly around his thighs. He snuck into the bathroom and grabbed a red lipstick he had bought alongside the lingerie, gracefully putting it onto his lips. His black hair contrasted beautifully with his pale skin and red lips, and he knew John wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him.

Gale laid himself across the white sheets, resting his head on his shoulder, before calling John's name. He ran his fingers through his hair, skewing the perfectly styled locks until they rested easily on his forehead.

When John walked into the bedroom, the world seemed to stop. He stood at the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. Gale smirks, stretching out his legs and patting the bed beside him.

"Come on, don't be shy," Gale says.

John walks almost trance-like to the side of the bed, dipping his knees into the mattress and placing his hands on either side of Gale's body. His eyes roam over Gale's body, taking in every inch of the beautiful man below him. Gale looks up through his lashes and grabs John's arm, guiding his hand to his waist.

"Touch me, John," Gale whispers and moans when John connects their lips.

The red lipstick smears almost instantly when John moves his mouth, waxy color bleeding onto his cheek and chin as John licks into his mouth. Gale holds himself on his elbow and sighs every time John licks his tongue across his bottom lip. John whimpers something pathetic against Gale's lips when Gale squeezes his shoulder and guides John further on top of him.

John pulls away for a brief moment and Gale moans low in his throat when he sees the lipstick smeared on John's lips and chin, bringing a hand up and carding his hand through his blond locks.

"Fuck, Gale, you look so damn beautiful," John moans and kisses Gale again, desperate.

I'm gonna blue ball you guys bcs this is getting turned into a full length thing so I'm stopping it there 😈😈 this is for you @clevenhq and @pinksiames I love you guys

some pics for y'all

[generallycharmingcriminalminds]

Angel In The Snow

Summary: Modern AU where Nicky died, and months later, on Christmas Eve Agatha and Rio see each other at Nicky's grave.

Warnings: Hurt/slight comfort, referenced child's death, like one curse word, exes who still love each other.

Word Count: 1,319 words

Christmas Eve morning, what had once been one of Agatha’s favorite days, now spent standing in front of the cemetery, in the snow, trying to get the nerve to enter. Eight months, and it still ripped her heart out just thinking of the funeral. The one she loved the most standing beside her silently as they watched the coffin lower into the ground, the rest of her heart inside. Agatha tightened her grip on the bouquet of purple azaleas in her hand as she forced her feet forward, making her way towards the grave she came to see. A shuddering breath escaped her as she crouched in front of a headstone, reaching a gloved hand out to brush the snow away, revealing the name. Nicholas Harkness-Vidal. Nicky, her pride and joy, her little boy, forever six years old.

The illness had come quick, there still wasn’t a name for it, or treatments, so Agatha had been forced to watch her little boy deteriorate by the day, his own body betraying him. She never understood exactly what the geneticist had told her and Rio…Rio, the woman Agatha loved, still loves, even after their divorce. Neither woman ever reached acceptance in their stages of grief, both staying in anger, at the situation, and at Rio. It had been something to do with Rio’s egg that caused Nicky’s illness, at least that was how the doctor’s had explained it to Rio and Agatha in the hallway of Boston Children’s Hospital.

Agatha and Rio divorced not even two months after the funeral, unable to look at each other without screaming, if Rio was even home. Being a badass FBI agent meant she was rarely home even when Nicky was alive and well. But once he got sick, and eventually passed she claimed it was just too hard, leading to one of the worst fights they ever had in their almost ten year long marriage, the fight that led to their divorce.

“Being here is hard for you? Seriously, Rio? You were never here!” Agatha had screamed at her wife.

“I tried, I am trying. But at least you got to be here for him, make sure he knew he was never alone. You got to help him with his homework after school, drive him to sports, be here for dinner, his bedtime routine. You knew his favorite food, favorite color, stuffed animal, everything, unlike me. You got to be his mother, in every way that counts. Thanks to my job, and the crazy schedule I work, the most maternal thing I did for him was use my egg for his conception, and that’s what killed him,” Rio had replied softly, tears in her eyes, no fight left in her anymore as she avoided Agatha’s furious, hate filled expression.

“I wish we had never used your egg! We should have used mine, it would’ve saved us money, and probably wouldn’t have killed him! I want a divorce, Rio, you look too much like him, and I hate you for it.”

“Aggie…” Rio started, but a cold look from Agatha shut her up.

“It should’ve been you, not him.” With that Agatha had turned on her heel, storming out of the room.

Agatha shook her head, as if that would make the memory of her cruel words go away. She didn’t really hate Rio for her resemblance to Nicky, or blame her for Nicky’s death. But Nicky had Rio’s dimples, and her smile, and her unnatural ways of sitting in chairs that simultaneously drove Agatha insane and made her smile. It had all been too much seeing the woman she loved, and also seeing her little boy in Rio. So once the divorce had been finalized Agatha packed up her life, sold the house, and moved from Salem Massachusetts to Westview New Jersey, a small town where no one knew her as Agatha Harkness, the stay at home mother who tragically lost her only child. Instead they knew her as one of the best cops in the whole department.

She’d even made friends in Westview, Jennifer Kale, a cosmetic company founder. Lilia Calderu, a fortune teller who Agatha knew was just scamming people, but somehow it was legal. And Alice Wu-Gulliver, a fellow cop whose mother had once been a well-known rockstar, apparently. But Agatha wasn’t sitting in front of her son’s headstone on Christmas Eve to think about them.

Agatha carefully set the bouquet of azaleas on the ground in front of Nicky’s headstone, a shaky breath leaving her as she wiped her eyes, realizing she had started crying. “Hi, baby, mami and I both miss you, with all of our hearts. I’m sorry you had to hear us fight so much when you got sick, and I’m sure you saw it get worse, because there is not a doubt in my mind you’re keeping an eye on both of us, just like Santa if you think about it. I wish it had been me instead of you…parents aren’t meant to bury their children.” Agatha heard the snow crunching under someone’s relatively quiet steps, but she didn’t turn, assuming the person would just pass by, they didn’t.

“You and I both know he’d hate hearing you talk like that, Agatha. You’re right, parents aren’t meant to bury their children, but six year olds aren’t meant to bury their parents either,” a voice behind her said quietly, and it just made the tears slip down Agatha’s cheeks more. She didn’t turn her head as Rio crouched next to her, placing a bouquet of green azaleas, her gloved hand finding Agatha’s without thinking. “I saw you sold the house,” she said, attempting to make small talk, some sort of connection.

“Yeah, I couldn’t stay there, every time I turned a corner I expected him to come running up to me, wanting cuddles. The ghosts of the happy family the three of us once were was too much to overcome…”

“Just like our divorce.” There was no anger, or resentment, just sadness and understanding in Rio’s tone. “You know, Salem hasn’t had a white Christmas since the year Nicky was born,” Rio noted, looking up, some of the flakes catching on her eyelashes, and melting on her face.

Agatha nodded in agreement, moving to rest her head against Rio’s. “Our little boy’s watching over us,” she said hoarsely, and she believed it.

When they both left the cemetery a little while later Agatha finally met Rio’s eyes for the first time. Both had dark circles under their eyes, neither slept well anymore. “Do you…maybe…wanna get a cup of coffee, just for old time’s sake? No expectations, just two people who’ve known each other for years?” Rio inquired.

“Unfortunately I can’t. I have to get back to Westview because a friend of mine is having a Christmas party tonight, I’m sorry,” Agatha answered, her tone surprisingly sheepish as she glanced away from her ex-wife.

“Oh, well, it was worth a shot. Merry Christmas, Aggie.” Rio hadn’t even noticed she used that old nickname, but Agatha did as Rio turned, starting to walk away.

Before Agatha could think things through, or even at all she called after Rio. “Wait, what are your plans for Christmas?”

“No clue, probably unpacking my apartment that I’ve been living in for six months and haven’t done anything with,” Rio admitted, now the sheepish one.

Agatha scoffed, shaking her head. “Come on, Nicky would be disappointed in me if I let his mami spend Christmas alone. You’re coming to New Jersey, and staying in my guest room.” Her tone made it clear Agatha wasn’t going to accept any arguments from Rio.

What neither of them could see was Nicky watching from above, smiling ever so slightly. He didn’t know if his mama and mami would find their way back to each other, but for the first time since before he died, he had hope.

[manuellarts]

The Man whose Will was Destiny.

i have so much to say about dartz ... filler villain or not, he was truly and genuinely an absolute menace. but the worst thing in all of that, is that he was correct on many points, but entirely mad at the same time.

Allow me to elaborate . . .

he's undeniably correct about a lot of things that he says, as he explains to Seto and Atem the past of Antlantis, and the way humans lived before. he mentions that the greed of humans, which grew after the Orichalcos stone allowed unimaginable technological advancement, was what drove them further into darkness. and he was correct.

⠀⠀⠀he mentions that humans have lost touch with their humanity over time due to their greed and the darkness of their heart, and that the modern world resembles Atlantis prior to it's ultimate fall, which is also correct. you wouldn't expect such a mad man to mention the cries of the earth, which suffers at the hand of those who were meant to be its guardians, and yet, he does. which is one thing that makes him fascinating to me. he is a man filled with sorrow and whose heart has been drowned in tragedy a long time ago, and yet . . he is undeniably cruel. the execution of his vision goes entirely against his word.

⠀⠀⠀he mentions that humans are monsters within, and that he was chosen to rebuild the world. yet, he uses those very emotions to cause self-destruction in a person, driving them further into their own darkness. otherwise, the orichalcos would have no effect, as made evident when rafael's soul isn't taken after he lost against yami.

⠀⠀⠀however, dartz tells rafael that overcoming one's own darkness is nothing but an illusion, and proves it by revealing to rafael that he was the one who had orchestrated all of their fates (including Amelda's and Valon's), which in turn sends rafael into a rage and costs him his soul.

⠀⠀⠀dartz's extensive knowledge is his biggest power. the depth of his knowledge regarding the human heart and its darkness allows him to manipulate its strings almost effortlessly. he hears the earth's cries and the spirits they used to work with, but his solution is to destroy both worlds. his will is destiny.

⠀⠀⠀he says people are not truly equal in all aspects, which he is also correct. morally, yes, they are equal. but some are born strong, talented, favored. others are born weak, rejected, forgotten. that is the injustice of the world, and the darkness of the human heart. he understands it deeply, and knows it more than anyone. while he laments the lack of humanity, he is nothing short of cruel. every single person, working for him or not, is seen as nothing but a pawn in his game and master plan. there is no telling if what he utters is truth or lie. he speaks utter insanity with utmost calmness and a smile on his face.

⠀⠀⠀he WANTS that the people who follow him worship him blindly without questioning, and he has not once failed with any of them, since he knows the human heart so well and how to manipulate its strings through emotions.

⠀⠀⠀during the final fight against Atem, every move was calculated in such a way that Atem would end up crushed, psychologically and emotionally. and whether we like it or not, dartz SUCCEEDED. wasn't it for the whole protagonist thing going on, dartz had basically talked Atem into giving up his soul, which is literally crazy.

⠀i also think his design is incredible. the color blue is a color of calm and gentleness, soothing to look at, which he all seems to exude. but this is all entirely false. being in his presence is like being caught in the webs of a spider. it is a false appearance of trustworthiness, but just like the god he means to revive, he is a snake.

⠀⠀⠀i just think he deserves way more recognition as a villain, because he is just incredibly well written ✨

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[crdteezv]

The Dress - Namjoon

Paring: namjoon x afab reader

Synopsis: Namjoon invited you to go to a banquet with him. You wanted to be mischievous and start teasing him to get under his skin. He doesn't know how long he can take all your teasing anymore.

Warings: degradation, praise, edging, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, missionary, oral sex (receiving), thigh fucking, breast play, etc

Word Count: 2.4k words

Namjoon and all the other BTS members were invited to a yearly banquet for different K-pop groups. Since he is the leader of the group, all eyes will be on him tonight. He asked for you to come with him and of course, you couldn’t say no.

 However, today you felt like being a little mischievous.

For the banquet, you decided to wear a long, slim tight red dress that showed off all your curves.  The dress has a slit on your upper thigh which exposed a little bit of your leg. You knew he always had a thing for your thighs and legs. Your chest was exposed a little and it didn’t help that it was one of his favorite dresses you owned. He was the one that bought it for you since he thought red was your color and it looks good on you.

As you came downstairs, he waited by the door. As you were walking down, you saw his eyes do a full body scan from head to toe. You saw how his eyes lingered on your thighs. You knew the slit on your thigh always drove him crazy. 

“Wow. You look so good baby. As always of course. You're really tempting me to bring you back upstairs and take that dress off you.”

You knew wearing this dress alone would drive him insane. That was your goal anyways. To see how far you can push him until he breaks. 

“Aww, come on you know you can’t do that! You've been invited to this banquet and it's a really big deal. Let’s leave now so we won't be late.”

He nodded his head reluctantly and you both left the house. 

You both arrived at the banquet and saw all the other BTS members there. You were assigned to the same table, naturally. You sat right next to Namjoon and got settled in. You guys all ate dinner, mingled, and overall had a good time. Later on, you both walked around to greet all the other idols that attended the event.

As you and Namjoon went back to your table, you decided to initiate your plans by teasing him. You were walking in a crowd of people and you wanted to be ahead of him. As you walk back, you slide in front of him and you shift your ass against him. You slowly grind against his crotch and he let out a groan in frustration.

“Fuck…”

The look on his face was almost cute to you because he was trying his best to hold back from making any noises.

“Stop it right now. Not in front of all these people.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I'm just trying to get back to our seats.” You let out a cheeky grin and he knew at this point you did that on purpose. He doesn’t know how long he could contain himself, and you wearing his favorite dress isn’t making it any better.

You guys eventually got back to your designated seats. It was just you and him at the table alone. He started to become hard for you - but certainly wasn’t going to tell you that.  As the night went on, you kept doing little things to rile him up. 

Like whenever you talked to him, you would give him a certain look that would cause him to have shivers down his spine.

This alone started to make him more flustered and he started stuttering on his words a little bit. You can tell he was starting to become more nervous and fidgety because of you. 

You slowly start to put your hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly. He gave you a death glare. His patience was running thin, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it. 

“You better not do what I think you’re going to do. We're in public right now. Let’s save this for when we go home, alright love?”

“Aww, but I was just about to get to the fun part…” You say, with a fake frown plastered on your face.

Ignoring the conversation you just had, you start to slowly unzip his pants and put your hand on top of his crotch area, rubbing slowly. You look at his face and saw the expression he made. He threw his head back and let out a silent “fuck” under his breath.

You were enjoying every second of this.

You started to put your hand lower and stroked him up and down under the table. He was attempting to keep his composure and have a poker face. 

J-hope walked up to the table because he had a question for Namjoon. The whole time they were talking, you continued pumping your hand up and down his cock. He didn’t move a muscle, and talked to J-hope as if you weren’t rubbing one out for him right now.

J-hope eventually left, leaving the two of you alone again. 

Namjoon had enough of your constant teasing and wanted to put an end to it. He removed your hand from his dick and proceeded to zip up his pants. He leaned over to your ear and says 

“Oh baby, after all the shit you pulled tonight… I hope you know I'm going to fuck you stupid tonight.”

You were shocked by this because you’re not used to his aggressive behavior. Usually, he is fairly sweet towards you. However, it seems you really pushed him to the edge tonight.

As the banquet came to an end, you went back to the car. He was silent the whole time. You were starting to become nervous. You almost believed that he was seriously mad at you.

“Hey, look I hope you know I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it that far-”

Suddenly, he placed his hand on your thigh; the other still on the wheel.

“Darling, you know you didn’t have to say that, right? I already told you what’s about to happen to you tonight. You forced my hand, and I have to show you what happens when you want me to act out. I find it funny that you think you can make me do whatever your little heart desires so easily.”

His hand slowly goes in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side. 

“When in reality, you’re the one who always does exactly what I want, baby.”

He started rubbing his fingers against your clit. 

You let out a small moan, which made him plaster a stupid grin on his face. The way he was driving and touching you at the time was making you feel extremely aroused for him.

“Aww baby girl, you’re already making such a mess for me just from the fingers alone. Let me just-”

He started to slap his hand on your pussy. You start whining from the mixed pain and pleasure you were feeling. For a second, he looked at you and gave you a look that sent shivers down your spine. 

“Already whining? You’re so pretty love - and just for me.”

He then shoved 2 of his fingers inside your pussy, and started to pound them into you. You were trying not to moan out loud because you know that was what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give in. 

All of this was payback for him - he was enjoying every second of it.

“Come on honey, I know you want to moan for me. You're practically dripping all over the seat.”

You looked down and saw that a wet spot was forming in between your legs.

This flustered you and made you squirm in your seat, simultaneously clenching on his fingers.

“You’re so cute when you get flustered for me baby. Keep squirming - I know you love this.”

All of this was starting to drive you crazy. You don’t know how long you can handle him. 

“I'm so close. Please let me-”

He quickly took his hand off your clit, shamelessly edging you. You became agitated and let out a grunt in frustration.

He laughed and said, “Aww, that’s so cute. You thought I would let you finish just like that. Anyways, we’re home now.”

You looked over and saw that you indeed had arrived home. You were lost in your own world to realize it.

He parked the car in the driveway and got out. He went around the hood to your side so he could open the door for you. You supported yourself on his arm slightly, still weak in your knees from all the teasing. He helped you inside and guided you to your shared bedroom. 

However, he started to give you the silent treatment and act like nothing happened. He began to change into his sleepwear and it seemed like he was planning on going straight to sleep.

You were mad that he just left you hanging like that. You were so close and he just had to steal your orgasm away from you.

He was laid down on the bed and began to read a book, as it was his nightly routine. 

Since he didn’t seem to be paying you much mind, you decided to go into his side of the closet and dig out the white dress shirt he had under his suit earlier in the night so you could slip it on. You slipped your panties off in the process.

He started to look at you up and down, mentally questioning what you were doing wearing his clothes. You ignore his facial expressions and jump straight into bed, slowly starting to spread your legs. Since you didn’t feel satisfied from earlier, you started to rub circles on your clit, giving Namjoon a nice presentation. The look on his face was absolutely priceless, and something you knew you’d tease him about for a long time. He bit his lip and tried his best not to entertain your antics.

This was, however, his last straw.

He put down his book on his bedside table and took off his glasses. He leaned over the bed to get to you and started to slowly kiss you. He replaced your hand on your clit with his, using his other hand to pin yours above your head.

He started to kiss down your body, on your neck, tits, your hips. Interestingly enough, he decided to leave his shirt on you. He kissed down to your thighs and looked down at your pussy. He saw how wet you were for him and decided he had teased you enough tonight.

He spread your thighs open and started eating you out. 

You didn’t care how loud you were being. You were practically screaming from how good he was making you feel. 

He was still rubbing your clit almost aggressively and was eating you out like it was his last meal.

You were starting to see stars and just wanted to cum. 

But Namjoon wasn’t even close to being done with you.

He pulled off of your pussy and started to pull down his sweatpants. He took out his dick and started rubbing it against your entrance. He rubbed it against your clit as well, knowing how sensitive you probably were.

 He closed your thighs together around his cock and started slowly fuck your thighs. He was  edging himself before fucking you. He began to moan for you from how good you were making him feel, which felt silly to you as he was just using your body.

All you wanted though was for him to put himself inside of you. You started moving your hips up he caught on and said

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking needy for me. I’ve never seen you like this before. I guess my teasing from earlier really got to you huh?”

Before you could even answer, he spread your legs open and shoved his dick inside of you. 

You gasped out loud because you weren't expecting him to put it in so fast. But you weren’t complaining at all.

He used one of his hands to grip the headboard and start fucking himself into you. You both were melting into each other’s touch. He had been pent up since the banquet, and been wanting to fuck you since he saw you in that pretty fucking dress of yours. 

Usually, he would usually go gentle and slow with you but tonight was a different story.

His strokes were hard but sensual at the same time. 

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and you were squirming around from how aggressive he was fucking you. 

He put his hand down the shirt you were wearing and grabbed onto your boobs. He started to twist one of your nipples, putting the other into his mouth. 

All this stimulation you were feeling was starting to make you feel dizzy. 

He moved onto the other boob and sucked on it, all the while pounding into you. You were both reaching your breaking point. 

He stopped sucking your tits and grabbed your legs and puts them over his shoulders.

He went down to your ear and whispered, “Baby I’m so close, so I need you to be good and cum with me okay?” You were too out of it to form words, so you nodded your head in agreement instead.

He started fucking you harder than before, without showing any signs of slowing down. He got so carried away that he didn’t realize how rough he was being with you. 

You both finish at the same time, you let out genuine moans that only Namjoon could string out of you. You were practically on the verge of tears from how good he had just made you feel.

“Oh my god, honey are you ok? I’m sorry for being extra rough on you tonight. It’s just I’ve been wanting to do this since you came out in that dress. You know what it does to me.”

You appreciated how he always checks in after you both you’re done. He makes sure you’re not hurt, cleans you up, and prompts you to drink water.

“I'm okay, and I’m sorry for being annoying at the banquet. I just wanted to tease you a little bit, you know?”

He let out a little chuckle. 

“Well, look what happens when you try to tease me.”

You look down to see the mess you made all over the bed. Your body fluids mingled together on the sheets.

You became embarrassed and tried to get up to clean up but he stopped you.

“It’s okay baby, I got it. Just lay down and go to sleep. I’ll clean up everything, okay?”

You nodded and smiled at the fact that you had the best boyfriend in the world.

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ELLIE WILLIAMS —gatúbela moodboard

✐; ellie moodboard analysis

⊹ * ˚ ellie wasn’t always into feminine things and it was clear to her at a young age, as she grew up she found herself liking wife-beaters. she started wearing them in highschool during her basketball team days. so within the years, she found herself wearing them outside, she had different colors, a couple complimented by band-names she loves, and along with some that had random little paintings.

⊹ * ˚ ellie’s outfits consisted of muscle tanks and to be honest, she prefers them cropped more than long. ever since ellie started going to the gym, she kinda just unconsciously found herself wearing cropped-top which revealed her beautiful toned mid-driff.

⊹ * ˚ she also liked regular tees/band-tees and baggy shirt-throwovers like flannels and simple button-ups. she thrifted almost all her clothing, she cared to clean up of course but she would let her wardrobe find her inna way. many of her outfits were a combination of a wife-beater/t-shirt along with a flannel paired with baggy 805s or levis.

⊹ * ˚ ellie loved to wear boxers or boyshorts all the time! specifically because of the comfortable lining they provided. she also thought that the slight exposed lining that would reveal whe she’d wear her short tops, acting as an accessory of their own like a belt. ellie also liked to hold her jeans/cargos up with a shoelace if they were a tad bit looser than usual. speaking of accessories, ellie had a collection of rings, she loved the weird assortment of rings she would come across at flea markets and thrift-shops. ellies fingers always being complimented since she also loved to paint her nails. she would either go over them with just some clear polish or sometimes feeling like a baby blue, white, or black; sometimes she would even attempt to paint a little flower or small symbol onto her ring/middle finger.

⊹ * ˚ although ellie’s style wasn’t feminine, dont get my girl wronggg! ellie especially modern day!ellie likes to play around with her short hair, styling it in different ways whenever she feels like (you cant tell me otherwise, how else do u explain her cute little half up half down in seattle smh) . she also had all different types of bracelets of symbols, crystals, charms etc and when she got her tatts, she liked how it highlighted her tattoos more.

⊹ * ˚ ellie’s lean-back wardrobe never failed to made her look fine as hell. she couldve been waiting in line at 7-11 for her slurpee in just nike sweats and her muscle tank; she could still look she put it all together and didn’t just walk out. when she would dress up? thats a different story. ellie would be very tedious of every detail of her outfit, she would wear tight dress pants that flowed at the bottom with a proper black or brown belt that would match with the simple color palette of her button-up.

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ellie absolutely adored how your fashionista-like outfits completely contrasted her lazy style. it drove her insane matter of fact. the way you would pull stares by each step of your walk? fuck jealousy. ellie lived for that shit, becoming almost cocky while you walk with your hands interlocked. the only thoughts being ‘yeah stare thats all you can do motherfuckers’ ‘mhm my golden trophy right here’. ellie dissolved in your own force of naturaleza, seeing you as a divine feminine which caused her to loose and find herself completely entangled in the beauty and the terror of your life; finding each moment to be utterly perfect to her.

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ᝰ.ᐟ this analysis was more of a visual rundown on the way your relationship and how i envision ellie throughout this specific series! thank you so much for reading and appreciating the implemented representation in this fic! 🤎

[jillsandwhichs]

Cleon Oneshots/AUs Collection, Chapter 9, Tasteful

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Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Leon wakes Claire up in the middle of the night, needing to taste her

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Sating

WC: 4.2k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Dirty talk, Fingering, Clit rubbing, Kissing, Biting, Suckling, Leon is just a very hungry man

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Art Creds: Ruby Goth

"You almost done?" The voice was deep & husk, it sounded spent. It was Leon, he was exhausted from the day he's had. Despite him not even working today, it was still challenging. "Almost! Where's the floss at handsome?" Claire asked her boyfriend, her tooth brush moving rapidly in her mouth as she cleansed her teeth. "In the cabinet babygirl." Leon replied, his tone louder than usual due to him being in the other room. Claire nodded to herself, spitting out the paste and watching as the blue mixed with white goop spilled into the drain.

Claire was big on dental hygiene, she never goes a single day without brushing, flossing & using mouth wash. The thought of plaque building up on her pearly whites makes her feel icky. Leon... Not so much. Claire has to often remind him to keep his mouth pristine, she doesn't mind though, just as long as it gets done. With her thumb, Claire wiped the access toothpaste from her toothbrush, rinsing it off before placing it back into it's holder.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go switch the loads of laundry in the garage, ok?" Leon shouted out to Claire from the living room. "Gotcha, be quick!" Claire yelled back, clicking on the cabinet mirror, it revealed a semi-secert storage section, it with held their floss, deodorants & more. She used the white, thick strip to remove the wet food from between her teeth ; luckily, there wasn't a lot, it depends on what she eats. One time, her & Leon went to a seafood boil and she had one helluva time attempting to remove corn skin from her teeth.

Leon entered their garage, it was quite chilly, the hairs on his arms raised instantly as he walked into the extensive room. Their washer & dryer was set up in there so it wasn't uncommon for them to have to come in at night, despite them disliking it. "Shit..." Leon mumbled to himself, his body quivering as he opened the dryer up, tossing the heated clothes into the basket. He didn't plan on putting the clothes from the washer into the dryer tonight though, he wasn't in the mood for all that.

Lifting up the basket, Leon held it at his side as he ambled out of the cold garage, closing the white door behind him. It lead into their kitchen, which was indeed micro sized but being it's just the two of them currently living here, it's not necessarily a problem. "I'm back babygirl." Leon spoke out, clearing his throat. He placed the laundry basket onto the kitchen table.

Claire showed up in the kitchen as well, she was now wearing a nightgown. Not your average one though, it had a black lacy trim on the collarbone & on the end of it. The base color was a dark red, it really suited her. The way it hugged her form was insanely attractive and Leon really couldn't keep his eyes off of her. What made it even better was the fact it was a silky fabric, it just drove the man absolutely mad. "Look at you..." Leon whispered, jokingly doing that classic cat-calling whistle. "Oh please, I am in no mood." Claire giggled, raising her arms up as she stretched. "Aw, you're no fun." Leon teased, looking her up & down.

"I am lot's of fun, I am just bushed." Claire explained, glancing at the laundry basket. "Did you put the clothes from the washer into the dryer?" "No... I can though." "No, no worries, let's just get ready for bed baby." Claire uttered out, yawning softly, which then caused a chain reaction, having Leon yawn too. "So weird how that works." Claire snickered to herself, turning around & strolling into their room. Leon's eyes immediately shot down to her ass, watching the way it swayed as she walked off. She was hot, Leon was a lucky man.

Wandering into the bedroom, Claire sighed softly to herself. Their bed was already made & ready to be slept in but there are a few more minor things she must do before bed. "Sweetheart, would you like me to keep the TV on tonight or no?" Claire questioned Leon as he convoyed into their bedroom with her. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine with that." Leon nodded, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Leon always sleeps without a shirt on, he's a sweater.

Grabbing the remote off of the entertainment center, Claire clicked the POWER button. A white flash screened off of the television before some random TV show began to play. The volume was at '13' so it wasn't too loud & they'd still be able to sleep comfortably. "That good? Does it need to be quieter?" "No babygirl, that's fine." Leon grunted out as he climbed in bed. "Damn Claire, do we really need all these pillows?" Leon chuckled out, tossing a few on the floor. "Hey! I just made the bed, you're an ass!" Claire moaned out, throwing her head back in frustration.

"Oh, my baby, you're fine." Leon laughed, placing his hands behind his head, continuing to check Claire out. "You're so sexy." Leon bit his lip. He was just teasing her but she also knew he was trying to get her aroused as well, it wasn't going to work though. He'd fail beautifully. "Honey, thank you, so are you, but I advise you stop while you're ahead." Claire chortled, putting down the remote and making her way to the bed. "Why?" "Because I'm too tired for sex tonight, that's why..." Claire rolled her eyes, turning off the light.

The bedroom went pitch black aside from the shining light bouncing off of their TV into the room and the minor, yellowish light emitting from their bedroom door. They never completely shut it, so. "Come here baby." Leon stretched his arms out, indicating he wants to hold her. "One sec, let me go take my medication."

Claire proceeded, sitting on the edge of their bed and popping open the pill bottle. The meds Claire takes are meant to help with her anxiety, it's her primary medication, she needs it. "You okay?" "Yeah, just sleepy." Claire responding, dropping the pill into her mouth before swigging soda with it. "Ok..." Leon mumbled back, turning the other way so his back was to her.

After swallowing, Claire fully emerged herself beneath the blankets & sheets, the feeling of how warm it was calmed her nerves. She's always had such a tough time sleeping, ever since she was a little girl, like Sherry's age, but it's slowly recovering.

Sleeping with Leon beside her definitely helps out a lot, but even that isn't a cure. She tossed her body to lay on it's side. This way, she could see her nightstand, their bedroom & closet door, part of the TV and the restroom door too. She feels safer being able to see the door leading into the room.

It was also cold in their bedroom. The fact their AC was on High contributed to the cold air but they both enjoy it, the feeling makes it easier to sleep. Especially when they're all warm & cozy beneath the blankets and when they're all snuggled up. Although, Leon did turn over and hasn't said a word, Claire just assumes he's not in a cuddly mood anymore. It doesn't matter though, Claire was ready to rest.

Her eyes already felt heavy & her vision became more blurry than usual. It was as if her brain was fighting off the sleep but her body was too fatigued. Claire remembers the days when she'd be up day & night, no sleep due to her job. Life's gotten easier in that department, she sleeps much more often than she use to. Slowly but surely, her eyes delicately fell front, her vision going black & all the running thoughts that were bursting through her head faded away, it was peaceful. And she was finally asleep.

Leon on the other hand though, he was struggling. He has heavy insomnia. Sometimes, he just literally can't sleep. It's a challenge for him to do so. He can't even count the amount of medication he's taken for it, nothing just ever works out for him. His doctor recommending keeping white noise on & thinking about something special to him, but when he does that, he just thinks about Claire and that seriously keeps him awake. Especially with how she's been acting tonight. She's always on his mind, but more so tonight.

Shuffling around, Leon turned himself to turn back to Claire, her back facing him. He could hear her soft, sweet noises as she slept calmly. Leon scooched himself closer to her, her back warmly against his front. Leon's face was buried in her dark brown hair, it smelt like cherries, that's one of her favorite scents so it fits. He breathed in her scent deeply whilst wrapping his well-built arm around her waist & pulling her closer into him. Holding her helps.

As Leon officially got comfortable, his breathing stilled & all the terrifying thoughts of his past trauma drifted away. His PTSD is prominent at night, it causes his insomnia ; well, at least that's what he believes. Claire & Leon's gentle breathing was synced, as if it were a harmony. "My sweet girl..." Leon whispered hushly to Claire, he knew she wasn't fully asleep yet, rather just trying to. "Let's go to sleep hun." Claire stated, placing her arm upon his, holding him back.

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Deep into the night, a few hours since the two had both fallen asleep, it was around 3:25 AM. The moonlight shimmered through the white, square blinds that covered the large window hosted on the left side of the wall. The television was still on too, the movie 'Fight Club' was on, Leon could tell considering he favors the film. This specific channel often plays movies similar to said film. Leon's throat was quite dry, it's common though. He didn't drink much before he went to bed.

Coughing aloud, Leon let go of Claire and reached over for the water bottle on her nightstand, guzzling it down swiftly. The way the liquid trickled down his throat felt refreshing. Claire was still asleep and she looked gorgeous. Leon gazed down at her, smirking as he did so. She was his world. With that nightgown she was wearing, it made her look ever sexier. Leon felt wide awake now. This happens more often than he wishes. He'll sleep for a few hours, sometimes less, and then he'll awaken & not be able to fall back into a rest.

Setting the bottle back down, Leon nestled himself back into the bed, laying on his back too. His head faced the ceiling, all he could see was the TV reflection & their ceiling fan which was turned off at the current moment. He could feel Claire tossing & turning, she also struggles with sleeping, just not like Leon does. He already knew he was gonna have a bitch of a time trying to fall back to sleep. It didn't help that he was also turned on ; he can't help it, especially when Claire looks like how she does right now.

He shifted his head to face Claire as she was now facing him as well. Her eyes were shut tenderly, her skin looked smooth as she slept. Her lanky arms were bundled up against her chest too, as if she were coddling herself. From laying on his back, Leon moved himself to lay on his side so he could view Claire easier. He wanted to wake her up but he also felt bad in the process, knowing she was restless. He agreed with himself to just try, only to see what she'd say... "Honey? Claire?" Leon uttered out, moving his hand to her waist, feeling the silk collid with it as he stroked her lovingly.

All Claire did as Leon caressed her was make a whiney noise, as if she was a baby. "Adorable..." Leon whispered to himself. "Claire, babygirl, I have a question." Leon stated out again, watching as now her entire body moved to make her lay down on her back. "Leon, what's wrong, it's like..." Claire stopped speaking for a moment, checking the mini clock on their wall before continuing on. "It's almost 4 am..." Claire groaned out, staring up at him.

She was clearly still very tired ; Leon didn't blame her one bit. "I just... I want you." Leon mumbled to her, leaning down closer to her irresistible face. "How are you turned on at 3:30?" Claire shrieked, sitting up and allowing her back to rest against the headboard. "Because of you. You're so smoking." Leon teased her, his voice funny. "Because of me? No, just admit it, you're a damn jack rabbit." Claire snickered, smiling at him. She seemed sort of loopy, but it was just her tiredness wearing off.

"Sorry for waking you up baby, I shouldn't have, if you'd like to go back to sleep, we can." "No, that's alright, I have to pee anyways, you know I'll have a hard time heading back to bed." Claire yawned out while she sat up off of the bed. "Oh and honey..." Claire giggled out, turning out to face him before bringing herself down closer to his ear, "I'm not wearing anything beneath this gown." She cutely tittered before pecking his ear and stumbling off to the rest room. As she spoke those enticing words, Leon felt himself get immediately stiff. She's got a way with her words.

Leon shot up off of the bed just a minute or so after Claire left to the bathroom, making his way to it. He needed her, he didn't just want her. It was a craving he couldn't put on hold much longer. Claire has him wrapped around her little finger. Before the two of them even starting dating, Leon was never the type to be down so badly for a woman. Once he and Claire got together, that really did change. He's all about her. She drives him nuts. He's crazy for her.

Yawning once more to herself, Claire flushed the toilet and strided to the bathroom door, placing her petite hand on the handle, twisting it and opening the door. Directly as she opened it, Leon was standing right in front of it before he instantly grabbed ahold of her face, pressing his manly lips to hers, basking in the flourishing feeling of kissing her. "Leon!" Claire cackled as he firmly held onto both of her cheeks. Hearing her talk, Leon pulled away with a smile, "I want you babygirl." "I want you too." Claire hushed back, a glimmer of lust filling her eyes.

Leon's rugged hands stayed on her warm face as he lead her back over to their bed, playfully tossing her on it. "Baby!" Claire laughed. It was as if she'd be awake the entire time. Crazy what horniness can to do you. Leon adjusted himself on top of her, his hunky arms side by side to her shoulders, holding his weight up with complete & total ease. Claire moved her soft & kind hands to his lower cheeks, allowing her nails to run through his scruff. "You're so beautiful, my love." Leon whispered to her, leaning down again and kissing her with pure love & lust.

As they were making out, Claire swiped her wet tounge along Leon's lower lip, wanting entrance into the man's mouth. She yearned for him. The feeling of his tounge against hers was always exlierating. Just for Claire, Leon let his mouth gap open slightly, moaning against her as he felt her tasteful tounge against his. It was as if their tongues were massaging each other. It made Leon's member pulse & twitch. All it did was show off his thirst for her.

"Gosh, I love you." Leon added between kisses, before he'd then go back to his tongue colliding with hers. "I love you most." Claire spoke blissfully, her voice radiating seductiveness. Soft noises released from Claire's vocals as Leon kissed her more passionately, his tongue touching every angle of her mouth. This is part of why Claire is so big of dental hygiene... She wrapped her slim arms around his upper back, rubbing it and relishing in how he felt on top of her.

Officially though, Leon finally pulled away, grinning down at her. "Just relax sweetheart." The man said steadily as he began to kiss & suckle on her ravishing neck. Leon knew what he was doing - he was gonna leave as many hickies on her as he could. "Baby..." Claire whined out, her left hand surfing through his flowy hair as he sucked on her neck roughly. "I said relax, Claire." Leon laughed, pulling away for a moment to gander at her. "You're a crazy man." "I'm well aware." Leon chuckled, going back to his practices.

The spots of dark purplish red circles began to form on her throat, Leon felt accomplished. She'd go to work on Monday, and all the men there will know she's with someone else, and that she will be forever & ever. "You're my everything." Claire hummed out, biting her lip hard as Leon switched to the other side of her neck. "You're mine as well, my entire world." Leon whispered back to his girlfriend, loving how she was acting in the current moment in time.

Hickies and kisses were planted on both sides of Claire's neck, he marked her as his. "It's gonna be so unprofessional of me to go to work like this Monday." Claire laughed as Leon kissed down her body, her lips on the fabric of her gown. "Let's get this out of the way." Leon snickered, grasping into Claire's hands as he helped her sit up so he could remove the sexy attire. She was completely nude underneath, it only fueled Leon's arousal further.

"My beautiful girl." Leon smiled, placing himself back atop of her. The woman blushed at his lovely words ; he always knew what to say.

Starting at her chest, Leon kissed & suckled all along it. His mouth would go back & fourth between both of her supple, serene breasts. His tounge knew how to work itself on them. Claire's nipples hardened as Leon sucked on her breasts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he did. Leon received pleasure even when he wasn't the one having it done on him. Claire's body is enough for him. Her noises are enough. She's enough.

"Leon..." Claire breathed out softly. The way he made her feel was ineffable. He knew where to kiss & suck, it was like he could read her body & mind. He was so gentle yet so passionate, Claire felt a surge of heat deep within her, the heat of lustfulness. Claire placed her hand on his head in attempts to push it down further, clearly wanting more. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" "You know what I'm doing!" Claire snorted out, lifting her head of slightly to gaze at him. Leon just snickered in response, his lips trailing down to her pinched stomach.

Softly kissing her tummy, Leon soughed out quietly, taking in all that is happening. He was so close to her core, he could feel himself aching for her. His length was still erect as ever & twitching too. He couldn't wait to be inside her once more. Leon's arched nose swiftly brushed against her lower stomach as he towed himself to her center, her shiny wetness was ever so evident. "You really take your time." Claire spoke with a snarky, attractive voice. "Foreplay baby." Leon snapped back, biting her inner thigh playfully.

Leon kissed down both of her thighs, taking his sweet time whilst embellishing in her body. He nibbled one them too, making sure to not leave a single spot untouched. Oddly enough, Claire's thighs are one of his favorite parts of her body, Claire always teases him for it. "I need you." Leon huskily grunted out, his lips officially reaching the top of her inner thigh. "Then have me." Claire whispered, her hands roaming through his hair. Leon processed her words for a moment before just chuckling and latching onto her core.

Immediately, Claire released a loud, meaningful moan. Her hands digging at his hair as his mouth did wonders on her core. "Jesus Christ!" Claire panted out, her thighs shaking as he didn't let up. The man was relentless. It felt so good, Claire could hardly form words. Leon really knew how to use his tongue. "Leon..." Claire whimpered out as his lips sucked on her clit, he yearned for it. It was the most sensitive part down there, he was gonna make sure she felt fantastic.

The taste of her wet, alluring center was irresistible. Leon was eating her out as if it was going to be his last meal. "Fuck it feels so good." Claire moaned out softly, her body twisting & shifting, she could not stay still with the way he was eating her. Leon's arms were wrapped around her thighs as he attempted to hold her in place. She was so sensitive. "Babygirl, stay still..." Leon leered out, his breath warm against her clit. "It's so hard..." Claire gasped out, practically riding his face now.

Leon unravelled his right arm from around her thigh, placing it on the bed before allowing it to slither up towards her entrance. He pulled his mouth away from her for a second, slipping two fingers through her wet folds, rapidly getting a reaction out of her. "Oh my God." Claire shrieked, her back arching upwards as she felt his thick fingers play with her center. "You are so beautiful." Leon snickered before slowly & gently pushing two of his fingers inside of her, his index & his middle.

An out of breath gasp emitted from deep within Claire's throat as she felt both of Leon's fingers push inside of her. He shoved them in as deep as he could. He didn't wanna be rough with her, not yet at least. Claire continued to run her fingers through his slick hair, living for this moment. As he pumped his fingers in & out of her at a decent pace, he eventually went back to eating her out.

Both feelings were so overstimulating. Leon really knows how to work himself on her. The feeling of her walls around his fingers was so erotic and Leon was loving it. She'd occasionally get super tight around him, it made him wanna just fuck her even more. As he licked her inner folds & clit, he also thrusted his fingers faster into her. He could tell she was getting close but he didn't plan to stop until the very end.

Claire's toes were curling, her mouth was wide open and her stomach felt on fire. All of the pleasure she's been feeling is finally getting to her. It's gonna hit her like never before. "You're doing so well." Leon whispered out to Claire, turning his fingers inside of her. Each time he did that, all it did was cause Claire's hips to buck. She was eager. She longed for this just as he did. Claire wanted to close her eyes, just relax in the everlonging pleasure but at the same time, she weirdly enjoyed watching Leon please her. It was a sight, that's for damn sure.

The sounds of Leon plunging his fingers into her was so hot. Her wetness was never ending, that's how much he turned her on. "Dammit, baby, I'm close." Claire huffed out as she pulled on his hair tightly like she was using him for support. With no reply, Leon only continued. He slurped & devoured her, her taste was no embedded into his mouth & breath, which he didn't mind. Her scent was insanely arousing.

"Just hold out a bit longer baby." Leon ordered as he pulled his fingers out of her, gripping onto both of her thighs whilst suckling on every section of her entrance, even sticking his slippery tongue into her core. His eyes were shut gently as he took in the experience. His expression was plain but oh, there was so much running through his head as he pleased her. "Just like that, right there, Leon." Claire pleaded with him, basically grinding her hips against his face, feeling his scruff on her thighs.

A few more swipes of his tongue, and Claire was spent. She felt that heat wave deep inside of her explode and wash over her like a tsunami. "Oh fuck." Claire stuttered out, squeezing her thighs around Leon's head as she rode out her orgasm. As she came, Leon caressed her thighs whilst staring up at her, just watching her face contort as she rode out her high. "Mmm." Leon hummed out, kissing her thigh twice and then pulling away. "Oh fuck." Claire spoke again but this time more coherent.

"You okay?" "Yeah, yeah baby." Claire chuckled, looking over at the clock and noticing it read 3:40 AM now. "That was really good." Claire smiled, sitting up on her knees and hugging him tightly. Leon beamed and wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling her naked body against his. "I'm glad sweetheart." He whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head. "I'm not tired anymore." She scoffed playfully. "Me either honey... I can go make us something to eat, if you'd like." "Yes please." Claire laughed, letting him go.

"Alrighty, be right back." Leon kissed her quickly before standing up, adjusting his pants, then walking out of the room, leaving Claire to reminisce.

[dizzyjelly]

Beautiful Girl pt. 2 (18+)

Read part 1 here!

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: you and Abby go on a mall date and you run into your ex, Abby takes you back to her place and you guys have some fun;)

Cw: smut, use of daddy, strap-on sex, fingering, finger sucking

It had been almost a week since your hot and heated kiss with Abby on her couch, and things were going exceptionally well between the two of you. That night you ended up falling asleep cuddled on her couch, you expected the morning after to be slightly awkward. But it was everything but that, you woke up to the smell of your favorite breakfast which Abby cooked for you.

A smile was present on your face as you made your way to her kitchen, sitting at her Island and watching contently as she plated the food. She'd greet you with a cheeky good morning and you'd return her with the same.

Now, fast forward a few days later. You stood at her front door, knocking way too many times as you were eager to see her. Once she finally came to the door, she scolded you for knocking so much. You just shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"I was actually about to head out, you wanna go to the mall with me?" She asked as she was grabbing her things.

"Um, yes! I'd love to, but what are you going for?" You asked as you followed her out to her car.

"Just wanted to get some new clothes, and I've been really craving those pretzels from Auntie Annes." She explained as she started the car.

"Ok, cool." You responded with a smile.

Abby would rest her hand on your thigh as she drove, a habit she picked up after your shared kiss. Not only was it comforting, but it also made the butterflies in your stomach travel further south. You did your best to keep your mind clean on the way there, but it was proving impossible as she played with the hem of your baby pink skirt.

Abby was no fool, she knew it drove you crazy. But maybe that's what drove her to continue her actions. The way your breath would hitch, and you'd stretch your neck from side to side. It always brought a playful smirk to her lips. One she'd never let you see though, at least not yet.

Eventually you got to the mall and Aby brought her hand back to her side, stepping out of the car and walling over to open your door for you. You thanked her with a smile then walked beside her into the mall. It happened to actually be insanely busy, worried you'd lose her in the sea of people you interlocked your fingers with Abbys. You smiled widely as she gave your hand a light squeeze, glancing over at you.

She was leading the way, already having a store in mind. But you stopped her, standing outside of the Yankee Candle. She stopped to stand next to you, confused as to why you wouldn't budge.

"Oh, Abby, please can we go in here?" You asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, fine." She agreed, how could she say no to you?

You smiled big as you walked in, admiring the color coded rows of candles on various shelves. You'd held your arm around hers now, taking her to where all the red and pink candles sat. She watched in amusement as you grabbed one, popping off the lid to take a strong whiff.

"Mm, Abs smell this one." You'd say as you shoved the candle in her face, making it bump into her nose lightly.

"Oh, ok" She chuckled a bit, smiling as she smelt it, "damn, that does smell good. You know what, that smells like your room." She quirked a brow at the familiarity.

"Well probably because I have like five of these at home." You joked.

"Wh- why did you need to smell it here then?" She asked confused.

"It's tradition, I am going to smel every candle in this store." You shrugged, and immediately she was shaking her head in disagreement.

"Ok, no, not all of them!" She argued, "that's gonna take way too long."

"I guess you're right, but here let's at least get through these." You gestured to the shelf of pink candles behind you.

You'd each pick one up, smell it, then hand it to each other to smell for yourselves. Everything was going great, and you'd noted some of your favorites as you went along the shelf. But then, you felt someone grabbing at your forearm, and it wasn't Abby.

"Hey Y/n!" She exclaimed, as if she was beyond happy to see you.

Your eyes widened and you let out a sharp exhale, because of fucking course it was your ex. Stacy. Not only was she a shitty girlfriend, but she totally ghosted you. You'd just assumed that was her way of breaking up with you.

"Uh, hi." You chuckled awkwardly, avoiding Abbys strong gaze.

"Gosh, it's been forever. You know I really missed you, I've been trying to call you too. Did you get a new number or something?" Se asked, feigning innocence as she lightly stroked your arm.

Nope, you'd just blocked her sorry ass on about every platform you could thing of. It was more out of rage than anything, but you certainly didn't regret it.

"Uh, sure lets just say that." You scratched behind your ear, one of your many nervous habits.

"Well, that's too bad. I thought maybe we could catch up, watch a movie like old times?" She bit at her bottom lip with a cheeky smile.

When you guys were together, anytime you'd sit down to watch a movie you never actually watched it. It'd take about twenty minutes or so before you were fucking each other's brains out. As you continued speaking with Stacy, the bitter feeling of jealousy just rose in Abby’s chest.

"Yeah, no" and finally you pulled your arm from her touch, leaning into Abby, "this is Abby, and if im being honest I'd much rather watch a movie with her than you."

Stacy scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, whatever. We both know I'm the best you ever had." Now she was just being cocky.

"Please, as if. I'd put you like fourth at best." You quickly humbled her and she walked away with her head ducked down in embarrassment.

You could feel Abby tense, and you felt bad. It's not like it was your fault you'd run into Stacy, but still. You turned to face her, bringing your hands to her sides. You'd rub them up and down before pulling her body against yours by her waist, resting your had on her shoulder. She sighed, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Still wanna get pretzels and shop?" Your voice was muffled by her neck.

"Mm, let's get pretzels but I don't really feel like shopping anymore." She let out a heavy breath.

"Mkay." You pulled away from her, placing a quick kiss to her lips before taking her hand in your own as she led you two to the Auntie Annes.

Once you got there she ordered for the both of you, you each just got a pretzel and a soda. You'd asked for cheese dip, and she just had hers plain. Something you found outrageous.

The two of you sat on one of the various couches in the mall, just close enough so that your thighs would touch. You ate in silence for a bit, until finally you spoke up.

"Sorry about Stacy earlier. I don't know what the hells gotten into her." You shook your head.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm just glad you didn't take her up on her offer." She let out a small laugh of relief.

"Come on, no way. Besides, like I said, I'd way much rather be spending my time with you." You turned to look at her now, a small smirk on your face.

She smiled back at you, her eyes wandering all over your face. And taking the occasional glance at how good your top made your tits stick out. After a minute you'd bring a hand to the side of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

She brought a hand to your waist, smiling as your lips locked with hers. You sighed into her, giving her full access to slip her tongue into your mouth. You'd proceed to swap spit until you were too embarrassed to continue, as you were in public. That and the fact that you worried if you didn't stop, things would go further than just making out.

You finished your food and sipped on your drinks as you walked back out to the car. Abby took you guys back to her place, where she'd ask you to help out with some chores around the house. You didn't mind, more than willing to lend her a helping hand. It was nothing too terrible either, mostly just sweeping or cleaning out clutter.

Hours went by and it was quite dark out now. You and Abby were just lounging on her bed, she had her back against the headboard and her legs spread. You laid with your back on her chest, a hand resting on her thigh as you sat between her legs. After a minute or so, she tapped your shoulder lightly.

"Hm?" You'd hum, not looking back at her.

"You wanna go out?" She asked.

"Like, to a bar?" You'd ask in return.

"Yeah, why not? We haven't gone out in a while." She shrugged.

It didn't seem the most appealing, as you were looking forward to just a cozy night in. But she was right, it'd been too long since you went out together. So you agreed and practically jumped with joy when she let you dress her. Once you'd had her in a rather sexy outfit, you couldn't help but focus on her bare face.

"Can I do your makeup?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at her.

"Eh, I don't know." She was hesitant as she preferred a more natural look.

"Pleade please pleaseeee, I'll do anything." You begged, and immediately a smirk formed on her face.

"Anything huh? Alright fine." She agreed, and you pushed her to lay back on her bed as you rummaged through her vanity.

It took you a while, but finally you found what you were looking for. A black eyeliner pencil, a tube of mascara, and a tinted chapstick which was the closest you'd get to lip gloss. You set the makeup products down on the bed beside Abby, then you pushed her legs together as she had a habit of manspreading.

You tried to ignore the fluttering in both your stomach, and your cunt, as you straddled her then leaned forward to grab the eyeliner. Abby, of course, had a stupid smirk painted on her face as she brought her hands to rest on your hips.

"You know, I think I like you on top." She'd whisper in a sultry voice.

"Shut the fuck up." You'd respond, letting out a low laugh as you practically layed on top of her so you could begin drawing on her eyeliner.

Her eyes bored into yours as you did your best to give her a straight wing, and you were rather pleased with your finished work. Leaning back, you set the eyeliner pen down and went to reach for the mascara. But Abby stopped you before you could, her hands finding a tight grip on your wrists. Your breath hitched as you struggled to get them free, steadying yourself so your hands were at either side of her head.

"What are you doing, hm? Thought you wanted to go out." You whispered against her face as your lips were nearly touching hers as you spoke.

"I don't know, I've got something else in mind now." She looked at you with suggestive eyes.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" You prompted, wiggling your hips a bit so that your clothed cunt grazed against hers perfectly.

"Mm, fuck." She groaned, and before you knew it she was on top.

Abby wouldn't waste any time, first she'd start by kissing you sloppily. Then traveling her lips to your jaw, and your neck to suck a few hickeys that'd definitely be visible tomorrow. You let out something between a huff and a moan as she kissed her way down to your waist, pulling your skirt down and tossing it to the floor. She'd tapped your legs, looking at you from where she knelt between your legs.

"Put your legs up for me baby." She smiled as you listened, raising and spreading your legs at once so she had a perfect view of your white panties.

She let out a low chuckle, pressing her fingers to the wet spot that had formed on them. She watched you intently as she ran her fingers up and down your clothed cunt, circling at your clit for just a moment before pulling away completely.

"Abbyyy~" You whined, bucking your hips up against nothing, searching for some kind of relief.

"Shh, I know baby, I know." She shushed you as she brought her hands to your thighs, spreading your legs unbelievably further as she placed feather light kisses to your inner thighs.

So close, yet so far from where you needed her the most.

"Mmnph- Abby, fuck. Please." You whined, and of course she'd play dumb.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" She asked, continued the kisses on your inner thighs.

"Ugh, just fucking-" You gasped slightly as she pressed her tongue flat against the wet spot on your panties, lapping at it "fuckk, need you inside me." You let out a small moan.

A devilish smile was present on her face as she finally pulled your panties off, starting with some kisses to your clit. You threw your head back, letting it sink further into the mattress as you let out moans and whimpers from the way she sucked at your sensitive bud. And you thought, finally, as she circled your hole unbelievably slow with her middle finger before plunging it in all the way.

You let out a breathy moan, the way her finger curled up against that sweet spot made you feel like you were going to black out. After about a minute or so of her moderately paced thrusts, you let out a whine.

"More." You demanded with a whimper.

"More what?" She'd ask in return, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Mm~ fingers! Please, daddy." And your eyes widened at the name, it was unexpected to say the least.

Immediately you worried Abby would find it weird, or that she wouldn't be into it. But much to your dismay, she let out a low groan as she pushed her ring finger into your hole.

"Fuck, say it again." She commanded, and of course you obliged.

You'd continue to make and whine, the word 'daddy' being the majority of your vocabulary now. A few more minutes went by and you felt that familiar pressure in yohr stomach.

"Ab- Mm, fuck, daddy. 'M gonna cum." You whined, your brows furrowing in pleasure.

"Go ahead baby, cum for Daddy." She let out a small moan as your juices coated her fingers.

She didn't stop though, driving you into overstimulation until you'd be begging her to stop. Once she did, she brought her fingers to your mouth. You opened up and welcomed them with your warm tongue, swirling it around them and moaning at the taste of yourself.

"That's my girl, clean your mess." She smiled at you as you sucked her fingers clean, "Yeah, good girl." She hummed.

And you swore you felt your clit throb at the pet name because Jesus fucking Christ.

"Abs~" You whined, for what you're not entirely sure.

She brought a finger to your lips, shushing you before giving you a small pat on your upper thigh.

"Be right back baby, stay right here." She walked over to her closet, dropping her pants them retrieving an item from the top shelf.

You could've foamed at the mouth when she walked back over with a goddamn eight inch bright pink strap tied on her waist. She brought her hands to rub at your hips softly, a smile plastered on her face.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." She whispered, "you already came all over my fingers, but I bet you'll like it even better when you cum on my cock, hm?" She rubbed her hands across your thighs and just skimmed them on your tummy a bit.

"Mm-hm, yes Daddy. Please, wanna cum all over your cock." You whined.

She nodded her head to the nightstand behind you, which is where the lube sat.

"You wanna help me out? Be a good girl and get my cock all nice and ready for you?" She asked, and you nodded feverishly.

Leaning back, you stretched your arm to grab the bottle, unintentionally arching your back. The sight had Abby illiciting a soft groan, her grip on your hips tightening at the sight of you. You popped the cap open, squirting(😉) a decent amount of lube onto your hand. Then you reached forward, wrapping it around the long strap and stroking it gently as you coated it. Once you were finished you closed the bottle and tossed it to the side on the bed, wiping your semi-sticky hand on the sheets.

Abby took her time, and it felt like forever. But she finally pushed into you, and God it felt amazing. The stretch was just enough, almost too much, but not quite there. It rested against that sweet sweet spot perfectly, and then as she began to thrust you felt like you'd die from how good it felt.

"D-daddy..." You whined, and she stilled for a moment.

Her hands came to either side of your face, as she peered down at you.

"Yes, baby?" She asked, smirking at how you pouted from the way she stopped her motions.

"Please, don't go easy." You let out a small moan.

Her smile only grew, and so did yours as her thrusts resumed. She started at an unbearably slow pace, but quickly went harder and faster. You brought a hand to grip her bicep, the other one laying lazily above your head. She kept a strong grip on your legs as she pounded into you so relentlessly. Then, she brought her hands to underneath your thighs so she could pess your knees to your chest. Somehow she'd managed to thrust into you even harder, even faster.

"Stacy ever fuck you this good, hm?" Abby asked with a smirk.

"N-no, only you can fuck me this good daddy mm~" You moaned.

Your moans only grew louder, occasional whimpers and whines slipping past your lips at how good Abby was fucking you. It didn't take much more for you to cum, and when you finally did it felt so perfect. You practically screamed as you came, and all Abby could do was smile and let out a small moan at how fucking sexy it all was.

Once she'd felt you'd finished riding out your high, she pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, and she chuckled softly.

"Come on, I want you on top. Wanna see you ride my cock." She rubbed at your sides, helping you up as you were already a bit exhausted after having came twice.

She let out a deep sigh, caressing your hips as she reached for the lube feeling a bit more was needed. You waited as she coated her beautifully long strap in it, resting as you straddled her thighs. You raised yourself up, and she slid into your sopping cunt once again.

Your thighs twitched as you leaned forward, almost laying completely on top of her as you slowly rocked your hips and grinded down onto her cock. Abby moved her hands to your hips, helping you move your hips in just the right way.

You'd grabbed her strong shoulders to stabilize yourself, letting loud sweet moans fall past your lips as you gripped them helplessly. Abby bit down on her bottom lip as the strap was hitting her clit just perfectly, but it was too soft. She didn't mind though, because with the way your tits were bouncing in her face she could probably finish right here. She wouldn't yet though.

"Fuck, baby, you drive me insane." Abby let out a small huff as her hands roamed all over your back.

You let out a small laugh, grinding unbelievably harder as you were chasing what would now be your third release. After a minute or so, you leaned back and placed your hands behind you on her legs to stabilize yourself. Abby moaned loudly as she held your waist.

"Oh, f-feels 's much better like that." She whined, the strap hitting her clit just right now.

She thrusted into you, moaning as she watched the way your tits bounced and your body jiggled. It didn't take much more for you to cum this time, and it hit you like a truck. You sighed exasperatedly as your body stilled with exhaustion. Abby groaned frustratedly, resuming her movements as you'd stopped. She came with a loud moan and a smile on her face.

You let yourself fall against her, your boobs resting against her own which were covered by her black sports bra. You were breathless, your arms wrapping around her. She brought her arms to rub your back soothingly.

"Did you cum?" Your voice was whiny and breathless, but you were worried more than anything that you hadn't returned the pleasure Abby had given you.

"Yeah, fuck." She'd respon, easing your worries.

"I need a second." You let out another sigh, Abby chuckled lightly, rubbing at your hips.

"'S ok, you can take a second." She placed a kiss to your cheeks, letting you lie there for as long as you'd need.

Once you were ready, Abby pulled out and lied you down on the bed before standing and removing her strap. She walked to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth to wipe you down with, caressing your cheek and placing a kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at her, bringing a hand to her shoulder.

She discarded the rag then helped you get into one of her t-shirts and a pair of boxers, while she stayed in her sports bra and threw on some boxers as well. She climbed into bed with you, spooning you from behind as she pulled you against her. You relaxed against her, smiling as she'd push a strand of hair behind your ear then place one last kiss on your cheek before resting her head so that her nose was in your hair. You'd both fall asleep shortly after.

[karakulialiny]

My fourth Art Fight attack and it almost drove me insane!

I tried to make this attack using my laptop but since I can't either license Clip Studio Paint or purchase the full version of IbisPaint for PC, I had to install Pait Tool Sai, which was a total nightmare. There was nothing that I was used to while using IbisPaint: no finger and blur tool, no normal stabilization of brushes, the brushes themselves cannot make a thin start and end of a stroke, you cannot change the background color, etc. Of course, I probably just didn’t have time to study the program properly, but I simply didn’t have patience for that. Instead, I simply sketched it on paper, outlined it in the one-hour version of IbisPaint for PC, colored it in Paint Tool Sai, and added the finishing touches again in IbisPaint.

So, I hope that @redundantz will still like it, and at least this attack will receive the long-awaited revenge.