#the way that she is sucking it in and already squirming before anything even happens

[lil-miss-independent-lee]

AHHH …. the *anticipation*…. the way that she… pbbf

[buckyalpine]

Freaky bitch thots, here is a rouge one that popped into my head. Imagine virgin Bucky lying to about being experienced to his moms best friend. He has no business flirting with her but he can't help it, not when she's the thing his dreams are made of. She's truly not that much older than him but there's enough of an understanding where they both know a boundary would be crossed if anything happened.

Still.

He can't help but get all cocky about all the things he's do to her, confident in himself while she chews her lip, looking at the bright eyed puppy in front of her, practically begging to let him take her apart.

After all, he already knows what he's doing.

So imagine how precious he looks when he whimpers seeing her fully naked for the first time. He tried to collect himself but you're so pretty. Once he has your nipples in his mouth, he doesn't want to stop sucking them, a part of his wishing he could nurse off you all night. It takes a minute to put the condom on. Imagine how sweet he is when he pants, his body trembling as he starts to push his cock in, whining before he even get s a chance to move. He holds still, clinging onto her, scared he's going to shoot into the condom, already prematurely ejactualting, silky cream dribbling from the pink tip of his cock.

"What is it baby boy"

"M'cumming" He whimpers, rutting into your tight wet heat, too embarrassed to pull away from your neck, hugging you tighter. His needy little sounds only get higher in pitch when your warm, plush thighs wrap around his waist, kissing his temple to soothe him.

"Are you a virgin baby?" You cooed, playing with his hair while he nodded, worried you'd be upset with him, caught in his lie.

"M'Sorry" he whispered while you hushed him, smirking at the way he was still rock hard, filling your pussy up perfectly.

"You still want this, Jamie?" Bucky never said yes to anything quicker in his life, his puppy eyes wide.

"You want me to teach you, baby?"

"Please"

"Please teach me how to fuck, mommy"

"Go ahead sweetheart, it's okay" You nod while his feet slip against your sheets when he starts to thrust. "Relax baby, rock your hips, That's it, good boy" you stroke is soft cheek, pulling him down to kiss his pouty bottom lip, your hand rubbing down his back, grabbing a fist full of his ass to encourage him to push further.

"Feels good, I-I think m'gonna cum" His pace grew sloppy, hot puffs of air hitting your neck while he moaned, his cock growing harder than before.

"Yeah?" You started to kiss down his neck while grazing his scalp with your nails making him purr with pleasure, your greedy cunt fluttering around his pure, throbbing pink cock, claiming him.

"Yeah" He nearly wailed, "Oh my god it feels good, m'cumming again" He pushed you into the mattress, pressing his hips deep into you as far as it would go, his cock bursting with streams of cum. He's nothing but a subby, teary baby once his orgasm is done, hugging and clinging onto you while you let him curl onto your chest, spent cock pressed between your bodies.

He lets out a sleepy yawn, whining when you pull away and crawl down his body, a needy moan slipping past his lips when you spread his legs and take his sensitive, soft length into your mouth. You lick up his silky white cream making him blush and squirm, a shy and deep blush covering his face, his body jolting from sensitivity.

"Sleep sweet boy, I'll teach you what my mouth feels like next"

I'm deeply sorry for this.

[cottagecheese1]

unhinged worlds 3

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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This all seemed so wrong–actually it was wrong. The way Andy was eating you out like a madman between your thighs seemed too good to be true, and the fact that some deep part of you liked this made you shiver. Maybe it was because of the foreign praise Johnny and Colin gave you while you squirmed in their grasp while desperately trying to give yourself an ounce of freedom.

“Aww, honey I just know you’re so close already”, Colin said with a mocking grin.

Apparently, Andy didn’t seem to be fooled by your desperate attempt to conceal the moans that were forced out of the back of your throat, because you felt his mouth attach to your clit and aggressively start sucking. You suddenly jumped back, trying to create some sort of distance between the both of you. Andy then just wrapped his arms around your thighs–pulling you closer, which caused a sudden spasm to exit your body.

“Mmm, look at you sweetheart, all sensitive and shit,” Johnny cooed while pinching your exposed nipples, which caused you to let out a weak squeal.

Colin chuckled and squeezed your other nipple roughly, “She’s just a Baby Johnny, she obviously can’t help it,” he said as he leaned down and pecked your forehead. “can’t you Honey? You’ve never felt this good, have you?”

You really haven’t ever felt this good before. Not that you would ever let any of the three men know that, but the desperate whine you let out as Andy shoved his tongue deeper inside of you just made the two men taunt you more, and the unwanted pleasure that Andy was giving you and with the crude words that spilled out of Johnny and Colin–you could feel that tension building up in your lower stomach want to unravel.

Johnny brushed your hair off your sweat covered forehead with his hand, then leaned down to give you a slight peck on your temple, “C'mon sweetheart, go ahead and cum for me–I know you want to.”, Johnny said with a teasing coo.

Andy then reached up to rub your clit, and that was your breaking point. You no longer could hold in that burning sensation, so you just let it go–feeling your body unravel all at once felt like heaven–you must have not noticed the pornographic moan you let out because the chatter of how ‘pretty she sounds’ came to topic.

As soon as your senses finally came back, you didn’t feel loved or cared about at all. You felt dirty, used even. As you lay on the couch with teary eyes, trying to keep up with the sound of your heartbeat, just so you could try to focus on anything other than the situation you're currently in.

Andy snapped you out of your train of thought when you felt your body being set up to lean against Johnny. Suddenly feeling exposed you bring your knees up to your chest while trying to somewhat cover your exposed chest, but considering the only two bare naked people in the room are You and Johnny–it didn’t seem to surprise you.

Andy then grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, so your gaze was meeting his, then he said, “You did really good honey, I know that was scary, but you sat there and took it like a big girl. Daddy’s so so proud of you.”, he then leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

Even though his praises did make you feel a little better–you couldn’t stop shaking–the heater broke at the end of spring, so it was always extra chilly in your house. That's why you always wore comfy sweaters around.

Johnny seemed to notice how much you were shivering when he wrapped his arms around you because he said, “You cold baby? Don’t you know I’m a human furnace?”, he asked with a teasing tone. You responded with a small, “yes..I’m cold”, and Johnny seemed to take that as a pass to go ahead and pull you on top of his lap while he adjusted his arms to wrap around you more tightly.

You didn’t even notice Andy left because he came back with what looks like one of his cable knit sweaters and a fresh pair of panties, then he made his way over to you with long strides before kneeling in front of you.

“Daddy got you a nice cozy sweater and fresh pair of panties for his special girl.” Andy said softly as he pulled the overly large sweater over your head and pulled the cotton panties up your legs.

Colin cooed teasingly at your flushed face before saying, “aww, that was nice sweetheart, what do you say?”, you looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your fingers–trying to hide your flushed face.

Andy chuckled before responding for you, “Don’t tease her, she’s just a little shy right now. Isn’t that right honey?”, you look at Andy's smug expression before nodding.

He kisses your forehead before standing back up and sitting by you and Johnny, “That reminds me, your uncle Lloyd is coming tomorrow to stay for a while–you don’t know him honey, but-”, Andy gets cut off by Johnny when he quickly responds with, “That fucker is NOT my uncle. Why is that asshole coming anyway?” Andy rolls his eyes at his banter before he continues.

“Well, I’ve been telling him about our little angel, and he wants to come and see her.”, Andy says sternly. This conversation between them both seemed to make you perk up because, who is Lloyd? Why has he been telling this man about you?

Andy seemed to sense your concern, so he pulled you onto his lap, “Oh honey, there's no reason to be worried...”, he said before he adjusted you on his lap, so you were straddling his legs, then he rested his hands on your hips.

Andy then continued, “Lloyd really likes you sweet girl, so there would be no reason for him to be mean to you unless you’re not very nice, but I won’t have to worry about that because you're a good girl, right?” You paused, trying to process his words, but the expression on his face said, ‘give me an answer now.’ so you just nodded.

“Words angel, I wanna hear that pretty voice.” Andy said sternly, so you responded “Yeah”, you could tell that wasn’t what he was looking for, but he seemed to settle thankfully.

Colin then pitched in, “don’t believe him baby, that guy is a total asshole–he’s probably into some fucked up shit-” Andy cut him off quickly before scolding, “Stop that, you’re scaring her..remember you’re in my house Colin.”

This new information makes you nervous. Scared actually. What if Colin was right–just like he was right about Andy. All you felt right now was overwhelmed and afraid, you never asked for any of this, so now you could only assume this random man was gonna come here and do worse things to you.

You could feel a sob bubbling up in your throat, chest tight, heart racing, you don’t know why you felt embarrassed about the tears that were running down your face. They are the ones doing this to you, it's not your fault, but you couldn’t seem to think when you were hyperventilating and a fresh rack of sobs coming out all at once.

Andy tried to calm you down, rubbing your back and squeezing you in a tight hug did little to cease how upset you felt, “sweetheart, look at me.”, you couldn’t think all you could do was trying to get away from him–you hated how he touched you–how safe he made you feel, how gentle he was. You hated this but you couldn’t help but look at him when he told you too.

“Such a good girl..I know you’re overwhelmed honey, but nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you when you’re here. Lloyd is not gonna hurt you because he knows he needs to be gentle with you.” Andy said as he pressed your head into the crook of his neck.

Johnny leaned over to rub your back and pressed a kiss on the top of your head before saying, “Colin was just exaggerating baby, he’s not that much of an asshole.” Johnny then got up and stretched his arms above his head before continuing, “In fact, he’ll probably treat you just like his little princess, I bet you’ll end up loving it as much as he does.” he ends as he walks away with a yawn.

You could hear a distant “goodnight”, being called, but you just laid against Andy’s chest–listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke once more, “He’s right honey, everything is gonna be okay..I’d explain more but you look sleepy, you wanna sleep with daddy tonight? I give great bedtime cuddles.”

You yawned tiredly before snuggling into his chest more and closing your eyes, letting sleep take you over. Andy chuckled before peppering a bunch of kisses on your face, “Alright cutie, let’s get you to bed. Goodnight Colin don’t say anymore shit like that again.” he said while giving a glare to Colin.

“Night’ Mr. B, tell my baby I said goodnight.” Colin responded with a smug grin.

Andy gave him a groan and carried you bridal style to his bedroom–setting your sleeping figure under the duvet. He walked over to his side of the bed, sliding his shirt off while watching your sleepy figure. Andy slid under the blanket beside you and reached over your head to turn the lap off. He pulled you closer to his chest and kissed the crown of your head.

Andy yawned quietly, “goodnight honey, I love you.”

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Kiss and Make Up

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Oral and fingering. MINORS DNI

Summary: You and Wanda make up in the best way possible

A/N: You can all thank braining 'anon' for this one, this is for you mate! No pronouns used for Reader. I was very close to making this Natasha x Reader 🤭

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

The two of you don't fight that often, but it can get pretty ugly when it does happen.

After you apologised for overreacting, it was time to kiss and make up. What you hadn't planned on was the kiss escalating as far as it has.

Your once clouded mind is now empty, filled with Wanda's whimpering moans because right now you're knuckle deep inside of her.

Wanda's smell pierces your nostrils as your lips wrap around her bud while lewd sounds from the pumping of your fingers fill the room.

By now you have forgotten what it even was you were arguing about.

Your tongue runs through her folds then your attention is back to swiping against Wanda's bundle of nerves, revelling in the way it throbs with need, her whining encouraging you.

But you want Wanda to scream your name so you curl your fingers in just the right angle, smiling when you hear the shriek that leaves her lips. Wanda smacks her hands over her face fearing she is too loud.

Moving away you tell Wanda to remove them because you want to hear her. You know how loud she can get so in that moment you make it your goal to see if you can get her even higher than you ever have before.

You are latched on to Wanda as you curl your fingers again, this time sucking her clit harsher than before at the same time earning you a slightly louder and longer shriek. You smirk at the result but know you have a way to go yet.

Your hand presses against her lower stomach to keep her hips down as she squirms around trying to raise them. Wanda's sounds are uncontrollable now, between screaming your name and begging incoherently, you know she's close.

As she reaches her high, Wanda's legs wrap around your head, smothering you, making you grunt which only adds to her pleasure but you keep at your current assault knowing it won't be much longer until it is over. The grip around you tightens so much more it makes you wonder if this is how it feels to be the victim of an anaconda.

You can barely hear anything at this point but you are sure you hear your name at the top of Wanda's lungs, the only sound that comes through is muffled. Wanda's muscles twitch and she gushes all over the bottom half of your face, your hand and the sheets below as she reaches her high.

Deep slow strokes take over to prolong her climax while you remove your mouth to take a deep breath when her legs loosen around you. As you catch your breath you see just how much mess Wanda has made.

Wanda is gasping as she comes down from her high. You take the opportunity to remove your fingers and clean up some of her arousal with your mouth. Your tongue swiping up what it can from Wanda's thighs and the less sensitive areas of her center.

Feeling Wanda's hand stroking your hair back makes you look up at her. She looks so blissed out with her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. You can't help yourself so you crawl up her body.

Getting to eye level Wanda cups your cheeks, bringing you in to kiss you slowly, moaning at the taste of herself when your tongues meet.

Laying next to her you close your eyes to try to regulate your own breathing.

By the time you open them again to look at Wanda she is already looking at you whilst biting her bottom lip making you smile at her.

"You know, I don't even remember what we were fighting about," you say with a raised eyebrow.

Wanda lays on her side and snuggles next to you, her face going into your neck. "I think you fucked out all of my thoughts too," Wanda mumbles against you.

When her teeth graze your skin you move your head to give her more space. You close your eyes again as her tongue strokes over the same area making you hum appreciatively.

Turning your head you capture her lips with yours, pulling her in as close as possible with your hand on the back of her head.

Wanda's hand pulls up your shirt you still haven't removed because of how desperate you were to get to Wanda. When your stomach is bare she sits atop of you, making you gasp because you feel how wet she is.

Your hands go to her hips when Wanda moves them soaking the area. "Maybe we should fight more often if this is what comes from it," Wanda exclaims, clearly affected by her movements.

One of your hands goes to the back of Wanda's neck as you rise into an almost sitting position making Wanda gasp at the movement. You pull her in to kiss the dopey smile off her lips.

With your foreheads resting against each other, Wanda's breathing is erratic as it blows over your face. Your arms wrap around her waist to stop Wanda making her whine.

"Well, only one of us has come so far," you breathe out equally as affected.

Before Wanda can complain about the sudden lack of movement you flip her on to her back telling her to take off her shirt while you get undressed.

In a matter of seconds you are back on top of Wanda, spreading her legs and lining yourself up with her.

It wasn't a big fight but you sure will get the most out of the making up process.

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 10

Hello! Just a little morsel of this wonderful for you all. Next week should be me being back on this and the other WIPs full time and hopefully get them done. I'd say this one and Well Met By Moonlight are the closest to being done.

I never intended this one to get anywhere close to canon, but I was talked into going all the way to the end of season four, though it is seriously looking season 5 will get there before I finish book 3.

Not that anything in season five will change the trajectory of this story unless they bring Eddie back.

Anyway...the reason I'm even bringing it up is if you're hoping for a season three re-write, you aren't going to get one. Not really. I'm going to gloss over a lot of it except the end with Billy and the Mind Flayer.

In this chapter a wild, angry, Robin appears. And the shorts. Can't forget those.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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It really shouldn’t have been a surprise that Steve got offered the job at Scoops Ahoy. But of all the places he applied at and yes he applied at all of them, dad, only they offered him a position.

But he sucked it up and went to orientation. He sat there with roughly a half of dozen kids his age and tried not squirm in his seat as at least half of them glared daggers at him. The worst offender was a blonde girl with freckles and blue eyes who kept sneering at him.

The manager walked them through the employee handbook and took their information for tax purposes. And then the final nail in the coffin hit and Steve was mortally wounded.

The uniform.

Oh god, was the thing hideous. He was sure that he was going to be the laughing stock of all of Hawkins. The little shorts, the ridiculous red scarf and the stupid hat. If his dad wasn’t so insistent about the thing, he’d quit. He’d beg Mr. Jones back for his job at the rec center.

But as it was he had to take two sets of this terrible outfit with a pained smile and clenched jaw.

The only good thing he got out of this nightmare was that his mom let him buy new sneakers to go with the damn thing.

He stood in front of the mirror with a sickening sense of dread, he was going to have to find something to put in front of the shorts otherwise the things bordered on the obscene. It showed his package to unfortunate degree.

~

Steve’s first day of work was a nightmare and considering the past couple of years, that really was saying something.

He was scheduled to work with the blonde girl who was trying to bore daggers into him with her eyes.

Her name was Robin Buckley, she was about to enter her senior year of Hawkins High, and she rode her bike into work each day.

She looked at the white towel he had tucked into the front of his shorts with a raised eyebrow. “That isn’t part of the uniform, you know?” she sneered, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

He sighed. She reminded him of Mike. A chip on her shoulder and an axe to grind. “I’ve already cleared it with the manager,” he picked up the corner of it and waved it her direction. “It’s either the towel or an arrest for public indecency.”

Robin eyed the towel suspiciously. “And if I talk to Paul, he’ll tell me the same thing?”

He threw his arms in the air in exasperation. “Yes!”

She rolled her eyes and started pulling off the lids of the ice cream, so Steve took that as the matter being closed and got to work pulling the chairs off of the tables and tucking them in.

Once they got everything open, ready for business, and serving customers Steve realized he had another problem. One he didn’t know how to manage.

At all.

“Why didn’t you flirt with her?” Robin asked after a pretty blonde girl left with her double strawberry cone.

Steve blinked at her a moment before he realized what had happened. The girl had been batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair around a finger. She had been hitting on him hard and he hadn’t noticed.

Shit.

“Not my type,” he muttered, wiping down the counter even though it was already spotless. “I prefer brunettes.”

“Ew...” she hissed. “I didn’t want to know that.”

Steve rolled his eyes and just kept his mouth shut for the rest of their shift together.

~

Eddie couldn’t stop laughing. He was doubled over on the couch and just rolling with laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Steve protested. “This is dire. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Eddie wiped the tears from his eyes as he struggled to sit up. “I’m sorry, babe, but you have to admit that’s one hell of problem to have.”

Steve buried his head into hands with a groan. If it wasn’t him that was facing down this particular barrel, he’d be right beside Eddie laughing his ass off.

“Flirt badly.”

Steve raised his head to look at his boyfriend. “What?”

“Flirt badly,” Eddie repeated. “You know what works, so do the opposite of that.”

Steve scratched his face as he thought about it. That could work. “I can try. I just didn’t want you thinking that I was ashamed of you or that I was looking for someone else if I did that.”

Eddie pulled him in for a hug and kissed the top of his head. “And I appreciate that, sweetheart but you don’t have to worry about that from me. If there is anyone that understands what you’re going through, baby, it’s me.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath.

“Yeah, okay.”

He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the underside of Eddie’s jaw. Eddie hummed happily.

“I’m going to have to come visit you so I can see you in those slutty little shorts.”

Steve groaned for a different reason. “Please don’t. And don’t tell any of our friends I work there, either. It’s bad enough that the kids are going to find out and mock me.”

Eddie lifted his chin a little higher so he could look him in the eyes. “There might be some light mocking, but it’s not going to be malicious or mean. You’re going to get enough of that from the kids.”

Steve let his eyelids flutter shut as he kissed him warm and tenderly. It was hard for him to let go the fact that he had real friends now, friends that wouldn’t mock or tease him just because they could.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Okay.”

Eddie got to his feet and helped Steve to his. “Come on, darlin’, let me cheer you up.”

Steve willingly follow him into his bedroom. He was just glad Uncle Wayne wasn’t home. He had learned the hard way there was no way that Steve could keep quiet when Eddie was making love to him.

Eddie kicked his door closed behind them and Steve let himself be taken care of.

~

Steve didn’t work with Robin all of the time, but when he did he wanted to pour melted ice cream over her head. She was a bitch and while Steve was a fan of that in general, she was being a bitch to him for no reason he could discern.

Then the first of the kids arrived. It was Mike and Lucas. Which normally isn’t a problem, but without the tempering aspects of Dustin and Will’s nature keeping them in check, the sass was out on display.

“Come on, Steve,” Mike was saying when he finally tuned back into their whining. “We spent all our money at the music shop and now we don’t have any money for the movie.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “And how is that my problem?”

“All the shops have a back hallway that link up to each other,” Lucas explained. “So you if let us through then we can slip into the theater and we can see the movie without paying.”

He was about to say no when Eddie walked in. So because he wanted to actually spend time with his boyfriend, he agreed to them out of his hair.

Plus he knew the movie they wanted to see and thought it would be fucking hilarious for them to have nightmares about it and then have to explain to their parents how they saw a movie they weren’t supposed to without giving up their source.

Mike’s in particular would bring him joy because he would absolutely narc on Steve but no one would believe him because of his strong dislike for him.

He came back from letting the kids through to see Eddie being served by Robin.

“I’ll take a double bowl,” he muttered. “Play-dough and bubble gum please.”

Steve had bit down on his tongue to keep from laughing when he saw how hard Robin was trying to keep the look of disgust off her face.

“Are you really going to eat that?” she asked, handing it over.

Steve patted her on the shoulder. “Yep, yep he is. I’m taking my break, but I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

She looked at the two of them in shock. “You two know each other?”

“Yep! Since before Christmas,” Eddie said grinning at her.

“He helped me out when I was puking in class from the concussion Hargrove gave me,” Steve added.

“Gross!” she sneered.

Steve and Eddie just shrugged her off and went to go sit at a booth.

“That stuff will give you cavities,” Steve said, leaning forward to peer into Eddie’s styrofoam cup.

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Like you wouldn’t live off the butterscotch one if you had a chance.”

He cocked his head to the side and then shrugged. “Fair.”

“I will say I’m feeling a little deceived at the moment,” Eddie said with a wink.

“Oh?”

Eddie took a big bite of his ice cream and shook his head fondly. “Those shorts aren’t as nearly as short as advertised.”

This time Steve threw his head back and laughed. “It’s not the length that makes the obscene, sunshine. It’s how tight they are.”

“If you say so, big boy,” Eddie huffed digging into his ice cream for another big bite. “So is the music shop here any good?”

Steve shook his head. “Not for a dyed in the wool metal fan such as yourself. Mike was complaining about how it was all pop and new age. And huge fucking country section.”

Eddie sneered around his spoon. “One day I will find good music in this town.”

“Maybe that’s the sign that you should get out of Ford,” Steve said. “After you graduate for Wayne of course.”

“It’s Dodge.”

Steve looked up to see Robin sneering at him again. “What is?”

“The saying,” she said leaning forward. “It’s get out of Dodge.”

“Why would it be dodge?” he asked with a frown of confusion.

“That’s the name of the frontier town that the saying is referring to,” Eddie said gently.

Steve mouthed ‘oh’ and then nodded. “Gotcha.”

Robin scoffed. “So you’ll take his word for it over mine?”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“Yeah,” he said shaking his head slightly. “Because I know him?”

Robin’s head reared back in shock.

“He’s got you there, birdie,” Eddie said, finishing off the last of his ice cream.

She scoffed again and went into the back to ignore them both.

“I think that’s my cue to leave, darlin’,” Eddie cooed. “I’ll see you tonight, all right?”

Steve nodded. “My parents have left again, with ‘plans’ to return for the 4th of July, so just come on over.”

Eddie nodded back and gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze as he threw out his cup, wiping his hands on a napkin.

Steve watched as he left, feeling as if Robin’s eyes were boring into the back of his head again.

It was going to be a long summer.

~

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART 4.5 (BONUS)

So I had initially planned to have a double dom!/sub! Chapter where Ken and the reader switched roles halfway through, but I decided I wanted them separate despite them happening back to back. SOO if you haven’t read the first part you can find it in my Masterlist, otherwise have fun and I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / smuttyyy smut / fingering / dom! Ken / desperate Ken / praise k!nk / / smut / reader might be slowly losing her mind but she’s fine with it / kinda some non-con but reader is into it / spanking / edging / overstimming / this one goes harder than any of the chapters before so, if that might be intimidating or possibly triggering for you, tread softly. Always take care of yourself first <3

Alrighty. Have fun, besties. 🖤🖤

“Hey.”

Ken's voice broke through your sleep, and you blinked your eyes open. The room was bright with the day's sunlight, and you had a moment of struggle to come to, you had been so deeply asleep.

The moment your eyes adjusted, you looked up and saw Ken beside you, kneeling, his cock looking painfully hard and a smirk on his face. You attempted to move but realized your wrists were bound above your head tightly, and you saw Ken's fist clenched around a leather belt in his right hand. You sucked in air sharply, already overwhelmed when you hadn't even been fully awake a whole minute ago.

Ken leaned over you now, your mind racing as he stared down at you, kissing you lovingly before nipping at your lower lip and running the belt gently up your thigh.

"Now," his words made you already want to tremble, "it's my turn."

You tried to sit up but he had definitely made sure your restraints wouldn’t budge, and your mind raced on how to get out of this, not being ready for anything this quick after waking up.

Ken *was* ready though, and he ran the belt from up your thigh to your stomach, and you squirmed.

“What word do I need to listen for to stop?” He said, voice husky, his face inches from yours as he leaned on his arm next to you.

“Ken -“

“Not that one, I won’t allow it. I *want* to hear you say that.”

“No, no, Ken, I need you to let me out for a little while.”

He watched you and you pleaded with your eyes. “Please? Just let me wake up a moment, get some water?”

He ponded for a second but then agreed, untying your wrists and you sighed when you had your hands back to yourself. “Thank you.”

Ken helped you off the bed and trailed behind as you went to the kitchen for a drink. You were having a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights moment, kind of self conscious and not quite sure how to react to Ken right now, who, despite always having a bit of a rough side to him during sex lately, seemed like he was going to go way harder than before. Which you liked but you *were* actually anxious at not knowing what all he had in mind, and the fact that he might have developed a playful vendetta after last night.

You jumped a little after filling your cup with water, turning around to see him standing so close to you, you weren’t sure how you didn’t brush against him when you turned. He wore his black denim pants - the ones you had told him you thought made his ass look the best - and was shirtless, like usual.

He nodded towards your glass impatient. “Drink.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Mmmm, okay, well work faster,” he reached for you and tickled your waist a little while smiling, which made you laugh and jump and you spilled the water on both of you, but mostly on Ken.

He smiled and let out a small chuckle, then wrapped his fingers in your hair and brought your face forward to his now wet chest. “Drink.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling playful. “And what if I refuse?”

He cocked his head. “I don’t remember giving you the option of ‘No.’” He pulled your face to his skin and you licked up one of his pecs where the water was still dripping off. Ken inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a moment as he let himself experience your mouth on his body. You kept your eyes on his face as you slowly worked your way down his abs, kissing and licking any trickles of water left, and Ken moaned quietly, keeping his hand in your hair.

You reached for his cock but the moment your hand touched it, he grabbed your wrist, eyes open and looking down at you now.

“I didn’t say you could do that.”

Well THIS was definitely new, but you decided to have fun with it. You smirked as you leaned forward to to take him in your mouth but instead Ken tugged on your hair, encouraging you to stand up. You looked at him and pretended to pout. You saw him soften a bit, especially his eyes, and he had the look he always got before he would tenderly pleasure you for what seemed like hours until you would drift off together. You reached for his cock again, though, and that seemed to snap him out of it, like he remembered what it was he had planned to do.

“I said, I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he said in your ear as he folded both of your arms behind your back, elbows bent, both of your arms being held together by his large hand. He began marching you back to the bedroom briskly, forcing you chest-first onto the bed, bent over with your feet still on the floor.

“Ken,” you giggled. “What are you planning to -“ you were cut off with a sharp pain on your ass, Ken having smacked you unexpectedly with the belt. You screamed when he did it again before you could take a breath, Ken holding you down onto the bed, his grip around your arms bruising.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He purred, and the sound of him repeating his praises back to you made you knees buckle.

You shook just a little from the sudden assault, shocked at how much you actually were enjoying it. You wondered if you should play along or tease him, and the latter got the better of you. You turned your head as best as you could in your current position, your eyes twinkling as they met his.

“What if I don’t want to?”

You saw a hint of amusement in Ken’s eye before he brought the belt down on you again, and you jumped, back arching from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Ken leaned over you now, his partial body weight pushing you further into the bed. “That’s alright. I’ll just have to make you.”

You moaned loudly at his words and Ken stood again, continuing his lashing from before. You were trembling a little when he hit the fourth lash, and your knees buckled by the sixth, the sensation so much sharper and intense than it was when he’d use his hand.

“Ken, please -“ you choked out as the belt came down again, and he paused, hearing the way your voice cracked a little.

He leaned down over you again, hand still holding your arms hostage. “So you gonna be good for me, y/n?”

You nodded, unhappy with how quickly you had relented, but also desperately needing some time to recover.

“Mmmm,” Ken hummed, smiling, and gently placing a kiss on your ear. “I love you so much, y/n.”

You breathed as a warmth filled your chest as he stood up, then landed two more harsh lashes on your ass. You screamed, and he released your arms finally, you grasping the covers to hold onto something but also to deal with the pain.

Ken took both of you ass cheeks in his hands and massaged them gently, admiring his work, watching your body tremble and hearing the little whimpers coming out of your mouth.

He gave you a moment to recover, your head spinning, as he forced open your legs with his own, standing between them. He held your hips while he kissed softly down your back, enjoying the little shivers that happened because of his touch, and once you had calmed down a little, he stood up again.

You felt the belt run alongside your vulva and you clenched. “Oh, shit, Ken, no, please not -“

“Shhhh, shhhh,” he soothed. “Not this time. Just wanted to see your reaction.”

You felt one of his fingers enter you then, his other hand holding down your lower back.

“No moving,” he said, and you bit into the sheets beneath you to maintain some form of mental control as he immediately found your special spot and began rubbing his finger in circles on it. He added in another after a moment, and you left out a soft moan but remained as motionless as you could.

“You’re actually way better at this than I was,” he mused. “I actually prefer you moving all you like.” He leaned over your again, kissing the side of your neck. “I just wanted to see how well you could obey.”

“I’ll get you back,” you exhaled shakily as Ken’s fingers sped up, pressing into your spot *just* right.

Ken smiled against your hair and kissed the side of your head. “I’ll look forward to that,” he said, continuing finger fucking you until he knew you were close.

You expected him to edge you on like you had to him, but right when you were about to climax he added in a third finger and fucked in and out of you *so* perfectly that you cried into the covers as you came, Ken humming and complimenting you the whole time.

“You’re so good to me. You stretch around my fingers so perfectly, y/n. Always cumming to make me happy. Always letting me do whatever I want with you.”

Your exhaled loudly as you were coming down, still mildly dizzy from so much sensation so quickly, but before you could ground yourself fully, Ken kneeled between your legs and held you open for him, firmly licking a stripe from your clit up to your opening.

You gasped, feeling incredibly sensitive and you struggled against his hold.

“Need a moment,” you begged, trying to pull yourself away, but Ken didn’t let up, talking to you in between sucking and licking and little nips.

“I don’t remember you letting up when you were trying to exhaust me,” he said cheekily, and if you’d had the energy you’d have kicked him away.

“My sweet y/n can take whatever I give her, right?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, slowly losing the ability to control your body.

“You’re so wet for me.” He put three fingers back in you for emphasis, and you cried out, bucking into them unintentionally thus causing them to penetrate you deeper.

“I can’t…I can’t, please, ah…” Your voice was losing its usual volume and quivered on the last moan.

“I think you can.” Ken sucked hard on your clit again, and you sobbed, begging him to give you a break until your legs gave out and Ken caught you effortlessly, all fight left in you gone.

“How does it feel to be exhausted by your lover?” He purred into your ear, your naked body limp in his arms as he sat you onto his lap on the bed. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”

Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and you moaned an answer incoherently. Ken turned your chin gently to him and kissed you deeply.

You felt yourself being picked up bridal-style and placed down onto the bed, your head resting on the pillows, your body relaxing into the mattress. You opened your eyes as Ken lowered himself on top of you, propping up on his forearms, and running his fingers along your face, kissing you tenderly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled into your mouth. “So perfect. You always let me get lost in you. I love it so much.”

Your brain and body started feeling connected again after awhile, Ken loving on you gently the entire time, making sure you felt surrounded by him.

You sighed in relief when you felt fully back to reality, despite some sleepiness settling in. You laced your hands behind his neck, and returned the soft smile that he gave you.

“Hi.”

He kissed your forehead. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“But good?”

You giggled. “Yes, good.”

He smiled bigger. “Good.” He took your hands in his. “I”m going to need these.”

“Ohhhh god, oh, god, uh, Ken, Ken wait, can we talk about -“

Ken had already tightly imprisoned your hands in the pantyhose rope you had made the night before, and was fastening them to the headboard before you had a chance to physically react.

You tugged at the restraints, and Ken looked down upon you lying there, helpless and flushed beneath him. His pupils were blown and your stomach flipped - oh, fuck, he was *SO* turned on right now.

“Ken, take it easy on me?” You squeaked as he grabbed your hips roughly. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your hips up so your knees hung over his shoulders, your vulva directly in front of his face. He was so tall that you were partially lying upside down, your bound hands making it impossible for you to push or balance yourself on anything.

He winked at you - motherfucker WINKED - and then his mouth was on you, your hip bones held tightly, and you shuddered intensely as he began devouring you roughly.

Ken watched you, trying to ignore how much his cock was hurting right now from straining against its skin, your entire being fully under his power. Your eyes were shut and the noises you were making were spectacular, and he loved how stretched out you were between the restraints and his grip. The only control you really had over yourself right now was what you could say because your body was already so tired that you couldn’t even try to get your legs off of his shoulder.

“So fucking sweet,” he said, pulling his mouth back just long enough for you to get in a deep breath, and then he was consuming you again, tongue gliding and poking and tickling every inch of you he could find. You yelped when you felt his lips suck harshly on your inner thigh, knowing he had marked you, and then shook when he repeated it on the other leg before dipping his tongue back into you.

“Ken,” you started begging again. “Please.” Your voice was becoming a little hoarse, you had lost all track of time and had no clue how long this had been going on.

“Yes, y/n?” He breathed dreamily, like he was in heaven, going back to lazily circling your clit with his tongue.

“I can’t-“

“Yes, you can, and you will. You still owe me one more after this one.”

Your eyes shot open. “One..one more?”

His eyes shone, his mouth still on you, and he winked again.

Something about all of that - the sudden knowing that he wasn’t going to stop until you’d climaxed three times?!, the look of pure adoration on his face being buried in you, and how hot this entire scenario actually was despite how dizzy and exhausted you were - hit at once and you came hard. You hadn’t expected it and you cried out loudly while Ken continued pleasuring you until you began to come down again, heaving loudly, tiny sobs escaping your lips as your eyes leaked.

Ken lowered your hips back to the bed and kissed you deeply, your juices mixing with his saliva, and his tongue ran against yours and your lower lip. He moaned into you loudly, cradling the back of your head with his hand until your breathing calmed and he stopped kissing long enough to look down at you.

“You’re doing so good.”

Tears definitely began coming now. “Please, Ken, I can’t do anymore right now.”

His face showed that he knew you weren’t playing, and that he cared deeply. “I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded, sniffling a little. “I know, I’m just….I wasn’t expecting this much.”

He kissed you deeply again, just one time, and smiled down at you. “I won’t do anymore until you’re ready.”

To your surprise, he reached up and untied your hands, kissing each one as he let them free, then kissing around your wrists where the minor imprints from the hose had rubbed in a little too tightly.

“Ken,” you breathed, “can we like, do the last one later?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I said I won’t do anymore until you’re ready.”

“What if I’m not ready until like, later tonight?”

He smirked. “I don’t think that’ll be the case.”

“Ken.” You squirmed underneath him, and unfortunately your hips moved into his *just right,* because his eyes closed and he groaned from the back of his throat.

“You’re making it really hard to let you recover,” he almost huffed, his eyes dark, and the way he was looking down at you gave you the most intense, weirdly submissive desire you had ever felt. His broad shoulders attached to his slightly strained neck, his chiseled arms and pecs and abs around you, on top of you, those blue eyes dangerously dark, his hair looking that perfect just-woke-up messy.

You whimpered at the sight and the feeling of him, just…everywhere around you, and he sucked in a sharp breath hearing you. You knew all hope was lost then.

“Ken,” you whispered, your hand cradling his face the way he loved, and he leaned into it and hummed the same way he always did. “Just…please be gentle.”

“I’ve got you.” Ken pulled you a little father down the bed, just below where your head touched the pillows, and unzipped his jeans, ridding himself of them quickly. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen his member looking that strained before, and you shuddered, trying to prepare yourself. He towered over you as he pulled both of your legs up and apart, resting your ankles by his face so as he bent over you, your legs were being pushed back to leave you completely open for him.

You had the slightest moment of panic, from where you weren’t sure, other than you had never been this overwhelmed from sex before.

“Please don’t hurt me.” The words escaped your mouth before you knew it, and a tear streamed down your cheek.

Ken looked at you, forcing his face to calm down so you saw him as he always wanted you to see him, as someone who loved you. He kissed right above one of your ankles. “I would never hurt you.”

He wanted to take you then, bury his cock into you roughly and you would scream his name is ecstacy and you would cum trembling and falling apart completely and you would adore how he could make you feel this way, but he paused, realizing you needed a little more care before he could continue.

Hooking your knees over his shoulders again, he lowered himself over you, and you gripped the sheets, waiting for him to penetrate you. Instead, he took one of your nipples into his mouth softly, moaning as his lips just barely sucked on it, his tongue tracing circles around it that made you shiver, but he watched you as the tiniest of smiles ghosted across your face, your eyes closed, and he knew he was on the right track.

Your moans sounded so soft and sweet as he did this to your other nipple, your body relaxing and after a bit your hands running through his hair, which *he* loved.

Your breathing returned to normal, he touched his forehead to yours. You opened your eyes and immediately became lost in his.

“Hi.”

You giggled a little. “Hi.”

He watched you closely as he lowered his hips into yours, his cock rubbing alongside your vulva, and you jerked the tiniest bit from the sensation.

“How is that?” He asked, doing it again, a little harder.

He was going to wait for your reply but wanted to test something. “Think you can take it for me, like a good girl?”

He was enthralled when your mouth dropped open a little, your sex-dazed face looking so ready to be fucked, and he contemplated fucking into your mouth for a moment before forcing his mind back into focus.

“Can you handle just a little more?” He pressed his tip into your opening, and you automatically clenched tightly, causing a deep rumble in his chest.

His eyes met yours, dangerous, almost past the point of no return. “You ready to prove who you fucking belong to?”

Your eyes went wide as he bottomed out in with a single thrust and you both moaned in unison, your nails digging into his arms, your head back.

Ken leaned down to suck on your throat right before his second thrust, as swift and harsh as the first, and he swore if he didn’t want to make certain you came again that he would lose it within a matter of seconds. You pulsed around him, so warm and tight, and he growled as he began to fuck into you, making every thrust count, as you cried out every time he bottomed out into you, leveraging your legs so you were unable to do anything other than lay there and try to breathe.

“Ken,” your mangled cry caught his attention but he didn’t stop his movements.

“Need more, y/n? Need some more, like my good girl?”

He leveraged himself above you so instead of your hips meeting horizontally, he pushed your legs back so your hips were slightly off the bed and you were held open for him to sink into almost vertically.

He sunk directly into you, your legs straight and resting on his shoulders, his hands on either side of you holding himself up, and you screamed and fisted the sheets over your head.

Your body began to tremble now, and you had no control over it as the pain of being penetrated so deeply got mixed with how fucking *GOOD* it felt too, and watching Ken being the one to do this to you whenever you felt you could keep your eyes open for a moment made it all the better.

You *did* feel really overwhelmed, though. The dizziness from before had returned and was slowly threatening to take over completely.

You must have shown signs of distress because you heard Ken speaking over you, although not letting up on his thrusts. “Hey,” he soothed, “are you okay?”

“I’m…overstimulated..” you choked.

“Mmmmm…” Ken ponders this, leaning down so his hips were literally touching your own. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head quicker than you had expected to, and if you had been looking you would have seen Ken smile. You felt his hot breath caress your ear before biting your lobe.

“You can take it for me, though, can’t you?”

If you had been asked to describe the next few minutes you were never would have been able to, as your senses became thrown into what you could only describe as chaos. Ken fucked you, held you, sucked on you until you were shaking uncontrollably, your voice hoarse. You swore you heard him speaking but couldn’t make out any of the worlds, your head swam so dizzingly with trying to comprehend the overstimulation.

Tears fell down your face when your orgasm hit, and you screamed to be able to get through it. You might have made it up but later on you thought you remembered hearing Ken whispering, “I love you, fuck, I love you so much, y/n. Fall apart for me,” as your body was racked with pleasure so intense it touched on being painful.

Ken immediately came after, his final few thrusts destroying you as he finally lowered your legs back onto the bed. He kept his cock buried inside of you as he lowered himself back over you, forearms on either side of your head again, and kissed you and praised you endlessly as he surrounded your trembling body.

“I’ll get you back, you fucker.” Your words were hoarse and breathy.

Ken laughed at your threat, and you managed a small smile despite your exhaustion. “I know you will,” he said, nuzzling his nose into yours.

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Ticklish princess, jealous Maid

It's not often that negotations between kingdoms happen. It's even rarer than a princess must negotiate in lieu of her parents, with a handsome bachelor of a prince. She must hold steadfast, and not be swayed by anything. Her own handmaiden is her secret girlfriend, and although she wants to marry her, she must eventually have a prince, hence making her fearful of falling in love with him.

An hour before the meeting and before she showers, the princess finds herself tied naked to her royal chair, her hands on the arms and her knees to the legs of the chair with her hips leaning forward, her body lean and slightly muscular. The handmaiden explains that she needs to make sure the prince's charms don't work on her.

"This is for the good of the kingdom" the princess doesn't understand what she means, but she realizes when 2 fingers slowly feel their way inside her pussy. The handmaiden knows exactly how to arouse her girlfriend and is expertly doing so. The princess is not complaining but rather welcoming the stress relief.

Soon enough, she's wet. The handmaiden begins licking her pussy lips, up and down, as her "victim" moans in anticipation. Soon enough, she's made to cum. But her girlfriend isn't stopping. "I already came, let me shower" but she's only met with a smile "I need to make absolutely sure you won't be persuaded into any foolishness, no matter what".

"For the kingdom...?" The princess asks, as she side eyes the opportunistic jealous girlfriend with a knowing smile. "...I mean..." but before she even pretends to finish the sentence, her hands are already on her majesty's abdomen. Her handmaiden is tickling her tight tummy, spidering all over her ab outlines and sides, forcing her partner's uncontrollable laughter. Her tongue greedily squirms inside her pussy, pointlessly pretending to lick her clean, knowing that by the time she's almost finished she'll have cum again.

All this laughter is causing the princess to squirm and buck her hips, pushing her girlfriends tongue all the deeper as her pussy is grinded against, her clit sucked and her abs touched and caressed and tickled. "Who's my good little girl?" The princess blushed. She knew what was coming and tried to fake a weak protest, but laughter stole her words.

Her handmaiden knew her very well. Everytime she would taunt her, it was followed by tiny but rapid little scratches of her clit, overstimulating her and, in her post orgasmic sensitive state, immediately causing a flood of an absolutely feral urge.

"You're such a yummy girl" her fingers moved from abs to clit, driving the poor royalty crazy with laughter and absolutely feral with lust.

"May I have your orgasm, my royal good girl? Where's your little button? Is it... here?" She couldn't take it, bursting all over her handmaiden's face.

"Oh you're SUCH a baaad girl. So, here? Yeah? Yeah?" she came again.

"You were hiding so much in there! I can't let you meet with this guy when you have so much more to spill! Anything else? No? Are you suuure? Open up for mommy!"

Using her tongue, her maid "milked" her to exhaustion, using every trigger, taunt and spot to surgically make sure she swallowed everything her girlfriend had to give for the day.

Then she untied her, caressing her in her silky, safe hands and gently, lovingly, washed her clean. She carefully did her hair, flawlessly applied her makeup and lovingly, deeply kissed her before she opened the door.

"Go get 'em tiger. Show that lord Farquaad just how overmatched he is".

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summary: He couldn’t live in peace knowing what he'd done. Unable to enjoy a stupid party with a pretty girl without the flashbacks of war plaguing his mind. He wasn’t the kind of guy anyone should want–or have. Logan was a monster. warnings: alcohol, smoking, brief NSFW, mentions of blood and death wc: 2,341

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The night was long–nearly endless. Dawn had made it home safely without trouble like she always did with the presence of Death creeping at her back. The apartment echoes with emptiness–soon filled by tumbling shoes as she kicks them off, and the heavy sighs of relief. Charlotte doesn't stumble through the door until her roommate is already tucked into bed, yet knowing she's still awake, she calls out, “I'm home!” She only receives a mumbled reply in return.

Dawn lies awake for most of the night. Tossing and turning with her mind replaying the events of the day, her heart nearly beating free from her chest as she debates over what will happen to her come Monday morning. Cast out of the school and shamed, unable to show her face again. It leaves her chest aching–constricted and emptied of air, yet filled with consuming fear. It fills every space, leaving her in a momentary panic.

It’s October–but her body is burning up. Dawn kicks away the sheets and flips onto her stomach, arms clung tightly around a folded-up pillow for a sense of comfort. It’s not nearly enough. Her heartbeat is somehow louder and more disruptive. Thoughts fuzzy and unfocused–until something familiar creeps in. 

The smell of earth–nature. The smell of wood caught on fire–a delicious spice on her tongue as she drinks it in. A tired mind fights for recollection–a moment in time where she could place it. It’s there, just barely. In the dim light of night, the moon casts a glow through an uncovered window, adorning clothes from only hours ago laid out over the edge of a hamper. It’s a bizarre sign from the universe. Taking an unsettled mind and forcing it to think on something that brought her some joy–even if it was brief. 

The smell of Logan lingers, as does his rough but soothing voice. That particular look in his eye that says he’s curious–but keeping some distance for either his or her protection. It’s insanity the way his smirk suddenly fills her mind. Or the way his tongue glides along his lips after a shot of whiskey to collect the remnants.

The warmth of overworked nerves is replaced by something else–a scorching need building up in the pit of her stomach, spreading outward like a fire until she's squirming, seeking something–anything. She doesn’t even notice the sudden rotation of her hips. Acting on autopilot to quench a thirst–a desire between her thighs.

The gentle movements are enough to spark that small fire until it’s burning up her insides. The air sucked from her lungs as the smoke of lust creeps in–all-consuming and suffocating. Her cheek is damp from open-mouthed whimpers, but it's the last worry on her mind as desperation forces her hand. A gentle touch glides along the front of her underwear with thoughts drifting to him and what his hands would feel like. 

Was it soft and delicate? Sweet kisses masked by the scratch of his beard, heavy breath along her neck with passionate words pulling her in closer. Would he treat her like this? Knowing exactly where to touch and what to say. Letting her grind down into his hand until she’s come down from her high, whispering reassurance.

Was it rough and heated? Barely giving one another the chance to strip their bodies of clothing before she’s bent over and onto her knees. Would her skin grow flush from the contact of his hand? Bite marks of temporary claim that would be long gone by morning. Their bruises would be the only reminder it had ever happened. Would she ache for that breathless feeling? Chasing after one another until they’ve exhausted every ounce of strength.

By morning, Dawn is glowing. You couldn’t tell the girl had lost an ounce of sleep, smiling from ear to ear. Her roommate pried for the details over coffee–not getting a solid enough answer, which only aggravates Charlotte more. She wears a look of pure annoyance, glancing in the other woman's direction as they decorate for the upcoming party. It’s when she asks about the potential of meeting someone that Dawn finally breaks and confesses the details of her night. No matter how small they were.

“You invited him over?” She asks with a look of pure joy and surprise.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

Charlotte leans against the door frame, arms folded across her chest with streamers hung from her fists. “You’re over here smilin’ like a schoolgirl with a crush, and it’s not a big deal?”

Rolling her eyes, Dawn steps down from the ladder, rolling away the spare pieces of tape stuck to her fingertips. “I hardly know him. It’s just…fun, s’all.” 

Fun is hardly how she would describe it. She was antsy–fidgeting or pacing nonstop as she searched for something to do–anything to pass the time. Dawn was giddy and full of excitement about the possibility of seeing him. The entire scenario is playing out in her head like a silly movie. She’d be lost in the music–no longer focusing on his arrival as she takes another shot, and he’d part the dancing bodies like the sea.

But by the third hour of the party–the real party, he’s not there. There’s no thunderous knock of his large fist against the door or the smell of his cigar. He’s not standing just at the corner of the room, watching and imprinting every sight to memory. The man named Logan is simply a story, and she can’t hide from the look of pity Charlotte gives her as she pours another drink into an empty cup.

Maybe she's a little hurt–maybe she feels foolish for being so affected by his absence. He's a stranger, after all. But she's already tipping that red cup back and singing along to another song. She's living without care–or is it a mask to hide the fear? A wary eye on the image of Death, hoping the night won't end in tragedy with a friend splayed out across the floor, blue in the face.

The following day, he's a distant memory–at least, for a short while he is.

Dawn is too lost in her hangover to acknowledge the ache of disappointment in her chest. Already forgetting hazy dreams where she reaches out to him, just to feel the heat of his body. But her bed is cold just like the day before–and long before that. In some way, it almost feels like every smile he spared was only a figment of her imagination. There had never been a Logan she shared salty snacks with at the bar. She chased after a hallucination. Thighs dampened by an illusion.

But the smell of his cigar stuck to every fiber of her coat, taunting her as she debated over tossing it into the washer with the rest of her dirty laundry. It’s the only proof she has of him.

When the day passes and the apartment is cleaned, she makes up some excuse to brave the cold winds of November. Charlotte is too tired to question–laid out along the sofa with legs dangling over the edge. She simply waves her hand dismissively, eyes half-opened, as she fights off an overdue nap.

Dawn can’t help but scold herself for the slouch of her shoulders once she enters that bar. There’s no leather jacket and wisp of black hair among the crowd. New faces and familiars fill up the space–but it surprisingly feels empty. He’s gone–and it’s disheartening. Why is it disheartening? The woman knows little to nothing about him, yet there’s still a tug on her heart, seeking to pull her right out the door and into the night. Maybe it’s just the excitement of something new. She can’t quite understand it.

She takes up her usual spot on the stool with a defeated sigh. She was slumped forward between two bodies that engage in separate conversations, loud and full of energy. There’s a forced smile in Barry’s direction, shaking her head as he holds up a glass suggestively. One Halloween and birthday bash was enough for the remainder of the week.

“I'm just tryin’ t'find my way.”

Maybe that was it. Maybe that was all it ever would be. Just two souls passing in the night, and she’d have to accept that. Add his face to the list of people she admired but could never touch.

Maybe it was better that way.

Iced water lands before her, kindly offered by the owner with an all-knowing smirk of just how intoxicated she had been the night before. She tilts the glass in thanks, and as it hits her tongue, something in the air seems to shift. The bell above the door chimes as another customer strolls in–the smell of something deliciously familiar in the distance. That familiar spice filling her senses and washing over her tongue. She’s hardly given the chance to inspect before his voice pulls her from scattered thoughts.

“Lookin’ for somebody?”

He stands tall at her back–an intimidating presence with a smirk on his face. She could hear it in his tone.

“That depends,” she begins. Her body easily twists to get a better look at him, proving her suspicion right as the cigar hangs from between his lips. “Do I have somebody t’look for?”

His smile is unwavering, though his gaze shifts to the stranger at her side. Smoke comes spilling out as he speaks, “Hey, bub.” A firm tap on the man's shoulder, luring in hazy eyes and seeming almost startled by him. “D’you mind if I-?” His finger gestures towards the girl and the occupied seat, his tone suggesting but eyes demanding–and the man doesn’t hesitate.

“Oh! Yeah, here.” He pulls himself away, beer in hand, as he effortlessly transitions back into his previous conversation, though casting a glance or two over his shoulder, unnerved by the once silent bystander.

“You didn’t show.” 

The words fly past her lips before she’s even thought it all through. Not even a “Hello” before she’s digging through misplaced feelings and biting her tongue. He doesn’t seem bothered, though. A thick brow raises with curiosity, a silent encouragement for the woman to continue. “I was looking forward t’see your costume.”

He chuckles, and it’s like a song. Working every string in her soul until she feels the flutter of soaring notes within her chest–a choir. A familiar feeling from that night creeping in, leaving her cheeks flushed before she was downing her water in large gulps, desperate to beat the heat.

“Do I look like a costume kind of guy?” he questions before taking another drag. It's an awful habit some women turn their noses up at. But there's an odd sense of comfort in the smell–thinking back to cozy fires in a home that no longer existed.

“Maybe.” She answers with a casual shrug. “Maybe like a…pirate or something.” 

He gives her a pointed look. Amused by the thought of where her mind has wandered in their short time apart. “You'd look good in a patch.”

It happens before she can stop it. A sudden drop of the lowest level compliment possible, and still, she has to turn away and hide her embarrassment. Unaware of the crooked grin he wears or the sudden spark in his dark eyes. Dawn wanted to crawl into a hole and forget it ever happened. While he found it endearing and sweet.

“You think so? No hook or nothin’? Peg leg?” 

She swallows her pride, along with the racing heart that is suddenly lurched up into her throat, just to face him again. She wears a brave face, but the stutter and weariness in her voice betrayed her. “D-dancin’ with a peg leg sounds…hard. Especially while drinking.”

He snorts, averting a blazing stare down toward the end of the bar, a simple raise of his fingers asking for a drink. It’s a well-known look for the frequent flyer. “M’not really a party kind of guy.”

“Then what kind of guy are you?”

The glass meets his palm, filled with ice yet still warmed by the water from being recently cleaned. He thinks of the fresh blood on his hands–he can see it even now. The blaring music turns into the sound of gunfire and the clash of blades–the crackle of a roaring fire. The eruption of laughter at his back transitions into the cries of pain and horror from his past–the thing he runs from. 

The lives he's taken–whether by his own hand or from a failure to ever speak up until it was too late. Until the body count had grown and towered high above him and every mercenary he stood alongside. He couldn’t live in peace knowing what he'd done. Unable to enjoy a stupid party with a pretty girl without the flashbacks of war plaguing his mind. He wasn’t the kind of guy anyone should want–or have. Logan was a monster.

“I’ll tell you what I think,” she begins, successfully pulling him out from the darkness of his mind, looking to the ray of sunlight at his side. “I think you enjoy the noise. You do busy work–loud work. Nonstop, all day. But you don’t go home–you come here instead. Then, when you get home, the radio goes on. The TV, anything–but it’s low. Loud enough to keep your mind busy, but quiet enough t’let you fall asleep on the couch. You just hate socializing.”

It’s the first time his smile falls in her presence–though not out of offense or disturbance, more so…intrigue. “And you’re sayin’ I could be the serial killer?”

“I’m sayin’ I know the type.” Her body tilts away from him, now facing forward to study their muddled reflection in dirtied glass. He’s got his eyes on her, lips parted and words stolen right from his tongue–and she sees something else standing in the distance. A familiar creature with dancing stars where a heart should be. The thing that she searches for in moments of uncertainty–yet despises for the pain it brings. “Because I’m the same way.”

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Aphrodisiac with Nebula

A/N: Another Kinktober fic. Yippee!

This one’s written for the What If? Season 2 episode where Nebula’s a member of the Nova Corps. You don’t have to know the episode, but I do mention her being a part of the Nova Corps, so

Written with a gn!Reader in mind

Link to masterlist here

CW: established relationship; mentioned weaponized use of an aphrodisiac; making out; explicit sexual content; smut; dubcon bc of the aphrodisiac, but the consent would be there already; oral sex; Reader is not the one being fucked in this one; Nebula’s parts are AFAB; near overstimulation; ‘I love you’s; cuddling

711 words

“Hey, Nebs.”

No response.

You look up in confusion. You were sure you’d heard her come in. She always stops to give you a kiss as soon as she comes home.

But something about today feels different.

“Nebula?”

There’s a muffled sound from the bedroom. Worry spikes through you. With her job, you know there’s always a risk. Poison, injury, demotion. She’s a Nova Corps officer. The underground despises the Nova Corps. Anything could have happened.

“Nebs…?” You nudge the bedroom door open.

She’s curled on the bed, half naked. Shuddering and making soft whimpering sounds.

Your concern only increases. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You sit on the edge of the bed, gently touching a hand to her arm. Her skin feels unnaturally warm.

She reacts immediately to your touch, letting out a soft gasp and grabbing your wrist. Yanking you down on top of her.

You yelp, landing awkwardly. But she pulls you up, sealing her mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. Even her mouth feels too warm.

“Fuck,” she breathes as she pulls back. “I need you.”

“Hey, hey, slow down!” You push yourself up, settling on her. “Nebs, what’s wrong? What happened? You’re burning up!”

She groans and grips your hips. “Someone hit me with something. I couldn’t identify it until it was already in my system.”

You cup her face, smoothing your thumbs over her cheeks. “Nebula. What were you hit with?”

“Some type of underground aphrodisiac.” She looks horrible, her face almost burning to the touch. She’s sweating so much, hips squirming under yours.

“An aphrodisiac… Like… Like the kind they just cracked down on?” You’d heard reports of the stuff. Too strong, lethal when used wrong. And the symptoms…

“No, not… Not that kind.” Her words come out a little slurred. She pulls you down for another kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. Her hands run across your body, feeling you up. “This one’s not as strong.”

You relax for a moment, returning the kiss. You make out for a few minutes, letting her touch you as she wants.

Slowly, you pull back, nuzzling your nose against hers. “What do you need, Nebs? I wanna help.”

“Mouth,” she whimpers. “I need your mouth.”

“Where?”

She guides you down. It’s not hard to guess from there.

You help her strip. She’s so sensitive, so noisy compared to her usual self. Just pulling off her clothes has her whining your name.

Maybe on a normal day, you’d tease her. Run your fingers through her slick folds and taste her at your leisure. But not today.

Today you get right to it, lapping up her slick with greedy enthusiasm. She tastes even better than normal; sweeter, but tangy. Like a fresh piece of fruit.

You revel in the taste, sucking and licking at her eagerly. She gasps and moans, gripping the sheets beneath her. You can feel the tension in her body, the way she’s so fiercely struggling not to squirm or move.

She wants to be good for you. She always does. It’s like a game for her. How long can she last before breaking?

Normally you’d play along. Let it play out how she wants. But right now, you’re just interested in the way she sounds. All breathy and needy. You’ve never heard your name said so wonderfully before.

You push her harder, sucking on her nub as you press two fingers into her hole. You grin at the way she clenches around you, finally cracking under the pleasure.

She squirms and arches, pressing further into your touch. You fuck her with your fingers even as you swirl your tongue around her nub.

She cums with a shriek of your name, gripping the sheets so tightly they rip. You don’t pull away immediately. Instead, you push her to the brink of overstimulation. Pulling back just before it gets to be too much.

You crawl up to cuddle her, pulling her into your arms. “You feeling better now?”

She’s panting softly, sweaty as all hell, but she’s no longer burning up. She nuzzles into your touch, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah. All better.”

You kiss her forehead, rubbing your nose against hers. “I love you, Nebula.”

She relaxes against you, smiling slightly. “I love you too.”

[miasmaghoul]

*hands you a comically small microphone 🎤*

miasma, which one of the ghoulettes do you think has a piss kink?

*stands here patiently waiting*

I think they will all play in that space from time to time, but that could just be my overactive pissboy brain.

All flavors of piss girl thots below the cut!

(Please note I am wicked high and this is probably A Lot lmao)

Cirrus does it only on rare occasions, if someone needs to be treated with special cruelty. To be debased and degraded. It doesn't happen often, but every now and again Aether will come to her with a certain look in his eye. Will kneel at her feet with his head bowed and ask for it with soft, distant words. She indulges him every time; the sound Aether makes when she soaks him from the neck down is simply exquisite.

Cumulus is into holding. Likes to chug a huge bottle of water and then work on a craft project, or open a long book. She sets goals for herself once pressure starts to build low in her belly - 20 more stitches, one more row, ten more pages, and then she'll reassess. See if she can keep holding it. She can, of course, but she squirms. More and more as the minutes tick by. She's full after three hours, wriggling by four and absolutely aching by the time the fifth hour passes. So much pressure she can hardly stand it - she really, really has to go...but, well, she hasn't met her goal yet! And Cumulus is anything but a quitter. She clenches her thighs, breathes deep, and tries not to think about how far away her bathroom is.

Sunshine is the biggest pissboy amongst the girls, i think. She likes when Mountain will let her whip it out in the greenhouse so she can water the plants. Sometimes she even waters him, while Mountain tugs at himself and thanks her profusely. But she also adores having someone soak her - loves when someone lets go while they bounce on her cock, loves to be made a mess every now and again. She's also super into wetting, happy to drench her uniform while she sits in Copia's lap and sucks his gloved fingers until he cums in his pants about it.

Mist, when she indulges, likes desperation. She wants her victim partner in beautiful agony, wants them so full they can't help but shiver and leak. She absolutely used her magick to her advantage, drawing fluid into already straining bladders until they're fit to burst. Likes them to beg and plead and tremble like frightened kittens until they simply can't hold back any longer. If her partner has a cock, she takes special joy in forcing them hard and telling them to hold it. Keep it in so she can make them feel good even in their misery. So far, no one has been able to cum before they make a mess.

Aurora thinks of it less like a kink and more like a game. She like to see how full she can get, likes to see the way her bladder bulges out between her hips. Sometimes Cumulus will join her, but Aurora doesn't take things as far as Lus like to. She prefers to hold it as long as she can, and then sneak outside to find a place to let go. Somewhere she can hear people milling around, with extra points gained if she can see them too. Her favorite spot is a portion of the roof overlooking the rose gardens - she'll sit on the wide stone rail edging it and spread herself open, groaning as it arcs out of her and rains down onto the grass below. One time the stream managed to catch the sun just right, and Aurora joyfully told everyone at dinner that night that she could piss rainbows.

[rosielots-writing]

short ace4ace travnat thing !

around 1k words. ace4ace travnat, pre-transition travis, teen timeline, happens during the wilderness but they’re actually good at communicating for plot reasons, internalized aphobia/acephobia

(might rewrite/rework eventually to have more plot lol…feedback is much appreciated!!!)

Travis was used to feeling inadequate. His father constantly berated him for his less-than-masculine attributes or for his hobbies and interests. Travis knew from the age of seven that he would never be enough for his father. He also knew he wouldn’t be enough for his peers, as Bobby Farleigh and the other asshole kids in Wiskayok spread the rumor that he had surgery so he could suck his own dick. The implication was there, loud and clear.

Travis did this so he could suck his dick. Travis sucks dick, and he knows no girl will ever want to suck his.

Perhaps the rejection Travis faced from a young age could explain why meeting Natalie was such a breath of fresh air for him. Nat was in a similar boat to him regarding a lack of parental and peer acceptance. Her peers spread nasty rumors about her, ones saying that she was a slut, or that she was the one who shot her father, having gotten away with his murder.

Travis didn’t really care about her past. All he cared about was how she sat and listened as he told her what Bobby Farleigh did and that she had helped him get the ring for Javi. He cared that she didn't look at him like some sort of freak, as if nothing was redeeming about him. He cared that she looked up at him, her face flushed and her dimples showing, before they both leaned in and had their first kiss.

Travis didn’t care what other people thought about her. Nat didn’t care what other people thought about him. It was a mutual agreement and attraction. So, when they got close enough to the point where there were mentions of their sexual relationship, you can understand Travis’ anxiety about the situation.

Travis had never been enough for anyone but Natalie. He had also never slept with anyone before and, much to his chagrin, never even considered the idea that he would want to sleep with someone. Travis had never had sexual feelings, dreams, or anything else the boys his age spoke of. In truth, he could care less about sex. Still, it was a necessary part of any relationship—he would put up with it if he had to.

But the anxiety crept in, and he found himself feeling inadequate once more. Travis had never slept with anyone, but Nat had. Nat probably had many wonderful experiences with smarter, more handsome, experienced guys. He convinced himself that Nat would only be disappointed by him, so he had been avoiding the topic for as long as he could.

And now, here he was, making out with Nat. Usually, he was much more relaxed, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. He was scared, sitting rigidly and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Eventually, she pulled away, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Travis stares at her lamely, nodding his head. He tries to look more into it than he is, but he feels no attraction to what they’re doing. He loved kissing Nat, but right now, he’d much rather lie with her in bed, with Nat running her fingers through his hair. Travis shifts uncomfortably.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, the question coming out much harsher than he intends. He’s defensive, nervous that he’s already screwed it all up. Nat looks down at him softly.

“We don’t have to, uh, do anything. If you don’t want to, I mean,” Natalie says, and Travis’ face flushes.

“I can do it,” he says guardedly, pride slightly hurt from the insinuation that he can’t. Nat’s brow furrows.

“I’m not saying you can’t. I’m saying you don’t want to.”

Travis squirms under her intense gaze. She’s surprisingly adept at reading him, despite how briefly they’ve known each other in this way. He averts his eyes from hers, unable to handle the eye contact in his vulnerable state.

“I just– I don't want to, like, ruin our relationship if I’m…not good at this,” he admits, cheeks tinged a crimson color. Nat’s eyes soften further, and she runs her fingers through his hair, something she knows will relax him.

“But…you want to?” She asks, a curious lilt to her voice. Travis thinks for a minute. Does he want to? He’s always been told that his first time will be great, a marker for when he truly becomes a man or some bullshit. But…thinking over the entirety of their relationship, Travis finds that he hasn’t thought about sex with Nat once.

Nervous that it’s some sort of trap, he asks the counter-question, “Do you want to?”

She blinks in confusion, almost as if she’s not used to being asked if this is something she wants. The idea makes Travis feel a little nauseous.

“Not really, “ she eventually mutters, “I could care less if we have sex right now,” she shrugs, although her hands are shaking, and her bottom lip is twitching like she’s ready to apologize and take back everything she’s said. Travis stares up at her. He can’t decide if it’s because she knows he’ll be bad or because she genuinely doesn’t care.

“Do you…not like sex?” He asks. Nat flinches, staring at the wall.

“No,” she mumbles, “I don’t.”

They’re both silent for a minute, Nat staring at the wall and blinking back tears while Travis stares at her in fascination. He’s never actually met anyone else who thinks the same way he does about this.

“Me neither,” he eventually stutters. Nat’s head snapped in his direction, and she looked at him, bewildered.

“What?”

“I don’t– I don’t care about sex. It, uh, doesn’t really seem…appealing?”

Nat nods, urging him to go on. Travis swallows nervously.

“I’ve never really thought about it, other than something I had to do. So, uh…if…if you don’t care, and I don’t, we can just, like, kiss instead?”

He’s afraid he’s messed up when she doesn’t say anything and just stares. Then, she kisses him gently and tenderly. He reciprocates, and the two hold each other close. Maybe they were weird. Perhaps they were freaks of nature. Despite it all, neither truly cared. As long as they had each other, they could be strange together in peace.

[crashromance]

hi it's a me 🤠 give me brocede + cheating (it's monaco it's traditional)

anything for u lover

lewis/nico | 1k | karting days

The way Nico slobbers over his vanilla cone is anything but pretty. You'd think rich white boys bred in tax havens would have better manners—but that's Nico for you. Nothing about him is sweet or stomachable.

"Want some?" he asks, licking creamy drip off his fingers. He holds out the last bite to Lewis, wafer crumbs speckling his lopsided grin. Lewis wrinkles his nose.

"You're disgusting, man. Anyway, I already won."

That was two in a row for Lewis. He could almost hear room service's raised brows when they rang for the third time, dead set on breaking the tie.

The trick was to never make eye contact. Just buckle down and get the job done. Five minutes, no cheating, loser pays. Most of the time Nico paid even when he won, but Lewis doesn't let that happen often enough to feel any type of way about it.

Nico shrugs, kicking his feet up onto Lewis's lap just to be a shit. "I'll get you back next time on track."

Lewis cackles. He's welcome to try.

Nico's eyes narrow. "Maybe I'll even celebrate afterwards with what's-her-name," he continues loudly. "Brenda— Belinda. She seemed nice." 

His mouth goes sour. After last week's race, Nico had slunk off with some brunette with Rosberg emblazoned across her baseball cap. It was an hour later and eight of Lewis's fingernails chewed down to stumps before he swaggered out of an RV, his hair a mess and his belt through only half the loops. He'd looked as smug as if he'd actually won, instead of barely making the podium like he did. 

Lewis had won that day, and it still grates on something in his core that Nico managed to beat him to this. He'd always thought—he doesn't know why, but he'd always thought that between the two of them, he'd be the first to fuck a girl.

"How was she?" He rolls his eyes at last, shoving Nico off. 

Nico taps the side of his nose, palpably delighted at finally getting him to bite. "Come now Lewis, where are your manners? A gentleman never tells."

"That's why I'm asking you." 

Nico grins, wolfish. "Wet." 

So much for being a gentleman. Lewis is torn between revulsion and morbid excitement. Had she sucked Nico off? Stuck her hand down his stupid distressed designer jeans and gripped the weight of him, stroking slow and then fast as his breath hitched? Did she dig her nails into the meat of his stomach, his back, his chest? Would he still be able to see the impression of them if he rucked up Nico's shirt to check?

Lewis and his high school on-and-off had never gotten beyond second base, and then he just got too busy and realized he liked racing more than he liked girls. He decides he's done with this conversation. 

Sensing something in his demeanor, Nico leans over and kicks him lightly on the shin. "Don't sulk. We should go for another round."

Lewis huffs. "Dino's gonna put us on a diet for weeks, man.

"Didn't mean like that." 

He lets the words hang in the air for a second before pouncing.

Lewis is ready for him. He grabs Nico's shoulders, digging his knees into the mattress so they don't fall off the bed. Cheating prick.

"Play fair," he pants, tightening his grip. He goes for a headlock, but Nico squirms away, managing an elbow to his chest. Lately, Nico has grown bigger than him, his limbs longer, his shoulders squared—but Lewis is fast. Faster. At the end of the day, isn't that what counts? 

He gets a knee between Nico's legs and presses down—and that does it. Nico makes a high, breathy noise, his features contorting.

It's not. Unprecedented.

After all, he knows what Nico's doing when he rests his hand on Lewis's thigh in the sun-baked backseat of Keke's car; fingers creeping higher the longer the shadows grow. Lewis knows what it means when Nico locks eyes with him as he wraps his lips around an ice-pop. What the implication is when he says want some?

Nico glares at him, challenge apparent. There's a pale flush blooming across his bare chest as he grows hard under Lewis's clothed leg. His golden hair is splayed across the mattress like a halo—or a crown.

Most days, Lewis rolls his eyes at what the papers write about his teammate, their purple-prose descriptions of the Monaco prince. None of these journalistic types get it. Maybe it's because they've only ever glimpsed Nico from far away, in the sun or in the shadow of his father. You have to steal close to see him for real. Close enough to get under his skin. 

Lewis knows it all—Nico's small, mean mouth, the sweaty weight of his body on a hot day. How he drools like a dog in his sleep. There's a doughy, unformed quality to his features, like he hasn't grown into them yet, and his hips are soft, like a girl's. 

Even so, looking down at Nico pinned against their pushed-together twin beds, that characteristic closed-mouth smirk rattled into something more unguarded, Lewis thinks he gets it. Yes. Nico is kind of pretty. 

He rolls his hips down, insistent on making Nico admit something. What, he doesn't even know. 

"Did Brenda do this to you?"

Nico moans, but the sound turns into a laugh halfway, ugly and snorting. It pisses Lewis off to no end, Nico's way of making him feel like he lost even when he's won.

"Don't talk about other girls when I'm right here," Nico says, and reaches up to push two of his fingers past Lewis's lips.

His fingers that are still sticky with fucking ice-cream. Cheating prick.

[nightfallgame]

(NSFW) SHORT — Touru Komori (01)

Originally Written: 07-28-20

Prompt: 👀 can we suck tomoe’s nipples and tell her how beautiful she is and how much we love her while letting her grind on our thigh pls

Sitting on your lap makes Tomoe nervous. On one hand, she wants to bury her face against your chest, snuggle in close, and hide. On the other hand, she always feels like a bother for wanting so much closeness from someone who always does so much for her. 

You're patient when she can't get words out. You love her for her shyness. You never get mad at her when she's slow or anxious. 

Facing you when she's like this is hard. 

"Are you ready, Tomoe?" you ask in a soft, soothing tone of voice that makes Tomoe feel all shivery. You always ask permission before doing anything too touchy. 

"Y-Yeah," she nods, somehow getting it out on the first try. 

"Good girl. Let's get your shirt off, okay? Show me how cute you are." 

You give her a short, chaste kiss, your lips soft against hers. Tomoe shivers. She's wearing one of your button-ups— just big enough on her to make her feel small and owned. She undoes the top couple of buttons with shaking hands, but around the third one, her fingers won't cooperate anymore. That makes her bite her lip, guilty for taking too much time. 

"Here, let me." 

Your steady hands take over. You undo the buttons all the way down. The shirt falls open little by little as they're released, baring a line of Tomoe's pale skin from her collarbone down to the waistband of her skirt. 

She swallows hard. This is embarrassing already and she hasn't even gotten her shirt all the way off. Showing you her chest just feels... like way too much. 

But at the same time, Tomoe wants it. She wants your touch, wants your affection, wants to feel your hands on her skin. She wants it badly enough that she sucks in a sharp, bracing breath and shrugs the shirt off over her shoulders. 

You're seeing everything. 

Tomoe knows that her chest is pitifully small. Her breasts are barely more than small bumps on her chest, topped with small, rosy-pink nipples. She's played with them once or twice when she gets herself off... but that doesn't happen very often. 

Under your gaze, Tomoe squirms. She can't bring herself to look at you. She really is pathetic— being unable to face her own partner with just her shirt off. 

Your warm hands slide up the curve of her back. 

"There we go. That's perfect, Tomoe. You look so pretty." You kiss her again. Your mouth moves softly against hers, and Tomoe feels herself melt. "Gonna touch you now," you whisper. 

The next thing Tomoe knows, you're kissing down to her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. Every kiss is soft and gentle— not a hint of teeth like she kind of expected. But... Tomoe is quickly getting the idea of what you're planning to do. Your mouth... there. That's a thrilling, scary prospect that nonetheless has her wiggling in place. 

It'll feel good. 

When your mouth reaches her chest, you start by giving a light kiss to one of Tomoe's nipples. Even that little touch makes her gasp. Her good eye flutters shut when you breathe over the nipple that you just kissed, spreading warmth all over it. 

The next thing Tomoe knows, your mouth is around her nipple, your tongue pressing up against the tender bud from underneath. 

"Mmmn—!" 

She whines at the contact, feeling her toes curl. Just that much—

Then, you start to suck. 

Gently, slowly, you move your mouth against Tomoe's chest like you're kissing her. There's tongue and lips, the barest hint of teeth. Your saliva makes everything slick and hot. Tomoe hears herself letting out soft, whispery little moans. 

After maybe a minute of that, her head is spinning. Her toes are curling. She's wriggling in place on your lap, and the place between her legs feels like it's throbbing. 

You seem to notice, because you pull away and look her in the eye. 

"Here. Let me make you more comfortable."

With a wicked smirk, you adjust Tomoe in your lap until she's sitting spread-legged over one of your thighs. As soon as her weight settles, Tomoe understands why. All of the pressure is right against her cunt, and when she squirms, everything rubs deliciously. 

Once she's settled, you go right back to sucking at her chest— this time latching your mouth onto her other nipple and leaving the wet one to dry in the cool air. The stimulation is almost too much. Tomoe whines and wiggles her hips. She can't sit still. Even though she knows that she's just making things worse for herself, she can't quit moving. 

A particularly spine-tingling movement of your mouth makes Tomoe's back arch, pushing her chest out at you. She knows she's blushing horribly. 

The motion feels slutty and obscene, but you seem to like it. You bite lightly at her nipple, soothing your tongue over it just as quickly to ease the sting. Tomoe's head is spinning. She's grinding against your thigh like she can't get enough. 

"That's it, baby girl. You're okay. Move as much as you want to."

Your voice is so tender. You suck at her nipple again— almost roughly. Tomoe lets out a moan that's the loudest noise she's heard from herself in years. 

And it continues.

You switch back and forth between her breasts until both nipples are red, hard, and swollen. Tomoe squirms and humps your thigh until she's keening. She's so turned on it hurts. You could probably do anything to her right now and she wouldn't complain. 

Without letting up, you stimulate her until she feels like she can breathe. When she whimpers, you tell her to be good and let you take care of her. Tomoe does her best to obey. She lets her good eye roll, grinds against your leg compliantly, and arches her chest into your touch like she's very good indeed. You like to see her like this. 

That much makes her want to do everything for you. The love in your touch leaves her feeling more warm inside than anything else. 

[lollytea]

Chanting POST THE DRAGON POST THE DRAGON POST THE DRAGON POST THE DRAGON!!!!!

So Willow is out on dragon patrol and it was supposed to be a pretty standard night. But she gets tangled up in some business that it's kinda way too much for her to handle and she has to fight a creature that no dragon in training should be fighting.

So Willow ends up gravely injured. Like. A gnarly slash torn across her abdomen. The creature doesn't bother to finish her off and just leaves her to bleed out right there on the forest floor.

Willow is angry. She's scared. She's in so much pain that she's hysterical. She's gonna die and she can barely think straight. But it hurts too much to pull herself up so she can only lay there. She's lost control of her dragon powers and can't even shift back into her human form. She's hyperventilating. She's gonna die. She doesn't want to die.

And then, there's a sheet of red light blinding her. Willow would know the obnoxious harshness of that light anywhere and she's already hissing and growling before she even sees him.

"Get away from me!" She snarls, using what remains of her energy to writhe and make threats, but she knows deep down its not gonna DO anything. "Get away!!"

"Calm down" He snaps, an almost desperate edge to his voice.

Willow doesn't.

The Golden Guard tries to get closer to her wound but the vicious swipe of her claws and the gnashing of her teeth won't allow for that. He hears him growl impatiently, sees the blur of motion out of the corner of her eye and suddenly there's a sharp spike of pain behind her ear. Willow's fury extinguishes from that touch and she is subdued to a soft whimper.

"Don't....move." He hisses in her ear. His hold on her ear is not nearly as painful as it could be, if he put a little more pressure on it. It's a threat. Move and she'll experience pain beyond her imagination. Nobody's ever severely hurt her there before but all her dragon instincts are screaming at her to co-operate.

Willow doesn't move.

"Thanks" He says in a way that sounds habitual. Willow does not believe he meant to say it. "You'll only bleed out faster if you keep squirming around. Now stay still until I say so."

"You want me to take orders from you?" Willow asks through her ragged breaths. "I'd rather you just hurry up and slay me."

"You're not dying tonight, Dragon."

Willow's brain skips over itself and she can't hide the blatant shock in her voice. "What?"

He's already knelt down by her wound and is rummaging in his belt pouch. He fishes out a small kit and pops the lid open. Thread that gleams silver being pushed through a nondescript needle that Willow suspects are also the magical kind.

Eda has some back at the shop. Thread that never snaps. Needles that can pierce through anything. Perfect for stitching up the thick, leathery skin of a dragon.

There is no other alternative explanation for what is currently happening. The Golden Guard is preparing to stitch her up.

"Why...?" She asks.

She feels the first incision of the needle.

"I did not make it this far just to slay my first dragon like THIS." He answers. "It"d be pathetic. I'd be pathetic."

"Nobody would know...." Willow finds herself saying. The pain might be getting to her head.

"I'd know."

A silence falls between them as the Guard continues his stitch work. "It's gonna scar."

"Aw, man...."

"Hey, it's a scar or death. Take it or leave it."

"Your bedside manner sucks."

He makes a noise. If she didn't know better it might have been a snort. Or maybe it was a scoff. Or maybe he just makes weird noises when he sews.

"This is humiliating...." She mutters.

"For you and me both..."

She opens her mouth. She wants to say that it doesn't have to be humiliating for him. Because there is no reason to be doing this.

He doesn't have to slay her. But he could have left her here. So long as Amity Blight is alive, there's a worthy trophy for him. It never had to be her.

"Magic thread or no magic thread," He says. "You're still gonna need proper treatment. Do you....have somewhere you can go....?"

Willow's mind swims with options. Home to Gilbert. Eda's place. Luz...or Gus...

"Yeah. My family."

There's a prolonged pause and she doesn't know why. But then he says "Okay. Go to your family."

The word family sounds strange on his tongue.

"Listen" He mutters and Willow can hear the venom leaking back into his tone. "I don't want to see you again until you've recovered. You aren't going to turn me into the laughing stock whose first kill was an incapacitated dragon."

"Should I say Thank You?"

"If you do I'll swallow all my pride and slice you through right now."

"Phew," She manages to joke in spite of her exhaustion. "Thank God you're not expecting anything. I was dreading giving you a little thanksies kiss."

He makes that noise again. "Shut up."

She can't describe the way his voice sounded then. Soft. Like there was a smile hidden away. But then again, she might still be delirious from the pain.

He doesn't say goodbye. One moment he was there and the next he wasn't.

And Willow has now has a new scar.

ANYWAY. Several weeks later. Or maybe it's months. Who cares. The point is Luz and Gus have been informed by Willow of just how much Hunter has been missing out on. So they've been determined to drag him places. It's the beach this time.

Hunter was not prepared for Willow Park in a swimsuit. Tho tbf he hasn't been prepared for Willow Park in anything but the world literally does not give a shit about what he's prepared for. And now she's hanging around in a bikini and it's got cute little flowers on it because Willow Park loves cute little flowers. And also...it is showing parts of her that he's never seen before. Her whole arms are on display holy shit!!!!

And there's a stomach too. And maybe, if she were anyone else, if he were anyone else, he wouldn't have paid much notice. But because he was Hunter and she was Willow, his eyes are all over her stomach.

It started off as just teen hormones but once he saw it, there was a non-hormonal explanation for his lingering eyes.

Something in him shifts.

The scar is jagged and peculiar looking. The stitch work was a hasty job.

There's no reason for his instincts to be ringing alarm bells right now. Its likely a surgery scar or something. Tons of people have scars on their belly

But Hunter has instincts, whether he likes them or not.

He doesn't like them by the way. Because a lot of the time they're wrong. They scream at him a lot about Belos and the Emperor's Clan and other things that are safe to him.

And also....he can't do it. He can't think about this. Because he can't bear to accept it. She's Willow Park. He can't....if she was then....he can't. No. They're surgery scars.

He makes his brain shut up and believe what it wants to believe. Like he does all the time.

But still, he can't stop staring at that scar. Even when he tries to ignore it....something inside of him is rioting.

Willow is standing in front of him and she's babbling away about something. But for once, Hunter isn't paying attention.

He doesn't know what possessed him to do it. But before he even realizes what's happening, his palm is settled over Willow's tummy scar, unwilling to accept the possibility of what it could be, but unable to not be inexplicably drawn to it.

A second passes. Then two.

Then the inner turmoil shatters as Hunter realizes what the FUCK he's doing.

It hits him like a truck. His hand. Her belly. His gaze travels upwards, afraid of what he'll see, and she finds her slackjawed expression, fluorescent pink splashed across her cheeks.

Hunter's whole face boils worse than any sunburn could give him.

And suddenly the focus of Willow's tummy revolves entirely around hormones again.

[jjsmaybank20]

Hi! Is it possible to ask for a request for Teen Wolf Malia Tate. The reader and Malia have been dating for a long time, until a new student starts flirting with Malia, the Reader, seeing this, got angry, and took Malia to her home. At home, the reader shows Malia whose she is and who she is dating, leaving bites and hickeys all over her body. Thank you in advance! Have a nice day/evening/night!!

Jealousy, Jealousy

Malia Tate x GN!Reader

Summary: You can't help but get jealous. But maybe thats exactly what Malia wanted?

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), Oral (Malia Reciving), Fingering (Malia Reciving), Face-Riding (Malia Reciving)

Word Count: 848

A/N: Thank you for the ask! Hope you like it.

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You know you shouldn’t be jealous. You and Malia have been together for who knows how long, and together you have been through hell and back. 

But seeing Scott leaning over her, flirting with her, made you see red. You made your way over there as fast as you could, and snatched her away. You could hear Scott begin to protest, but they died out as you got further away.

Malia didn’t protest at all. She already felt the wetness pooling between her legs in anticipation, knowing what happens when you get jealous.

---

You tie Malia to the bed, each limb tied to a bedpost. You chuckle at her whines. Your hands fan over her body, tracing over every curve of her sides, running up and down her breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt and bra.

She squirms, wanting so badly for you to touch her, to fuck her, to do anything literally. But here you are, teasing her while she is tied up with no escape, pussy dripping down onto the mattress below her and over her inner thighs. She twists her body so her pussy can press into her inner thighs, but you are quick to slap her legs apart harshly.

"Don't even think about it," you warn, arching an eyebrow at her in disappointment. She huffs, frustrated beyond belief. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you're getting punished for it.” At this, she whimpers.

You find the buttons of her shirt and undo them one by one. Once you finish, you swiftly take off your shirt and crawl back up Malia’s body. You finally kiss her harshly, and she moans into your mouth. Making your way to her neck, you find her pulse point immediately and you nip at it, causing her to whimper.

You run your hands over her body again, slipping your hands underneath her bra to tease her nipples. She throws her head back at the feeling, a soft moan expelling from her lips. With this new access to her neck, you leave bites everywhere you can reach.

Finally, you rid her of her bra. You made your way down from her neck to her stomach, marking her up as you went. You finally made it to her hips, and started working at her panties. Hooking your fingers under the thin panty line. You moan at the sight of her, now naked body. She hisses at the cold, and out of desperation, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her 

You crawl on the bed again, and begin eating her out like it's your last meal, and making her cum, one, two, three times. The way your tongue works her fast and teasingly, mixed with the way your fingers fuck into her hard and fast, are the reasons she can cum so fast — She can’t help but think that you’re a girl who knows what she's doing, that's for sure.

But she knows you aren't done with her. You wipe the corners of your mouth, kissing her lips before untying her and flipping her over so her pussy is hovering over you.

"Ride my face, baby," you instruct. You pull her down roughly onto your mouth. Your tongue flicks at her clit, loving how she's still so whiney for you. You pull her closer to you, loving this new position almost as much as she does. 

You suck her clit, humming against her as she grinds over your mouth. She's whimpering, moaning your name like a prayer, and how you wished to answer it.

The bed creaks forcibly against the wall before the slats break from underneath. The two of you look at each other in shock, before erupting in fits of laughter.

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous, baby. I just can’t help it.” You apologize meekly. Malia laughs before replying, “I don’t mind. I mean, it leads to some bomb-ass sex, so…” 

You both laugh, before realizing how tired you are. You look at her one more time, admiring your work, all the marks you left on her. Now no one could deny that she was yours, and only yours. 

She snuggles into you, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have this wonderful woman in your life.

---

The next day, the exhaustion really hits you. By some miracle you made it to lunch, Lydia noticing you yawn while you ate the bland cafeteria food on your tray. 

"I'm guessing it wasn't studying for your physics test so what's got you so tired Y/N?" she asks. 

"We were having some insanely good sex last night," Malia answered causally. 

Scott chokes on his food, glaring at you jealously. Lydia laughs while Stiles goes to give you a high five but you smack his hand away. 

"Malia," you say embarrassed. 

"What? It was great and as I've seen people say in porn you 'fucked my brains out'," she finishes. 

You blush, while Stiles pats you on the back. You and Malia were definitely going to have to work on the oversharing.

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GEGGEGE NEW FANFIC!! Leon kidnapps you !!1!1

Tw noncon + drugs + past trauma

Poorly written short smut lol

"Honestly Leon you really are impressive, lucky guy" Chris had always said, lucky? Really, is that the fucking word to describe someone with a crippling alcohol addiction and depression. Yeah, lucky. Leon Scott fucking Kennedy, the lucky guy. Got stuck in raccoon city, lost all his friends, chasing after a girl who won't EVER come back. Ain't he just the DEFINITION of lucky, hell he got forced to work for the government ain't that just lucky. No love life, never being able to sleep without thinking someones gonna kill him, yeah, lucky. It didn't matter anymore, he knew Chris wouldn't get it, hell no one understood. Claire, Jill, even little rebbeca they all just sucked it up, they saw horrible things, went through so much but they just pushed through. Not Leon though, not little old Leon, he couldn't suck it up, he couldn't just look the other way.

Lucky man Leon, Leon s fucking Kennedy luckiest man alive, had no one, other then the men twice his size at boot camp, and well just say that wasn't pleasant when you're soft and pretty. He was alone, until today. It was a late night, he was just walking through the dim lit streets looking up and down the alleys, he had nothing to do in Washington. What go to the white house and  suck up grahm? Fuck no, so he just walked, he walked everywhere, seemed to calm him in some weird way. He was lost in his throughts just feet moving without him asking them too, just dragging along side. Until he stopped, and noticed you , a nice looking girl, standing by a building talking to someone on the phone. "Dad- no I don't need anything else- hey com'on pa don't buy me anything else. I'm serious I'm fine- ah okay- Bye I love you too!" She was speaking, geez what woman would think it's smart to just stand out In the middle of fuck no where late at night. Leon was just gonna walk past you but something just snapped, you were beautiful - like he means BREATH TAKING, beautiful long hair, thin waist, pouty lips, hell you were wearing a cute ass fluffy white coat and white matching boots, who wouldn't fall for you? Leon just stopped walking, just started at you as he thought, thought what to do with you , 'Just walk away' 'no she's too pretty to let go' 'fuck' 'i need her.'

His mind landed on the last one, y'know no hard feelings but he couldn't just let his sleeping beauty slip past him like her , fuck no. But he didn't really know what to do "Hey I've been watching you wanna go back to my place and fuck?" Of course not, that's the creepiest thing to say- well not that Leon wasn't creepy but yknow he didn't want you to freak out and be all confused. Actually no that's a lie, he didn't fucking care how you feel, he just wanted to take your stupid little body back home, y'know for safe keeping. Fuck it, I'm just gonna grab you, only problem. I don't fucking have ANYTHING, what just knock her out? Don't wanna kill her, thad be no fun now would it. Fuck think fast Leon before she starts walking away, you seemed pretty small, and if he had gone up against tyrants you'd be no problem. THAT'S IT, just choke her out, good job Kennedy. Finally thinking of something, just walk up to her, put his hand over your mouth and choke you out, rough, but hey it's fine.  Not that really matters what happens to you not like he cares.

And thats how you ended up duck taped and tied together in a basement, a dim light just like on the street. Your clothes removed, pretty little mouth also taped shut. PANIC all you felt was panic. Frantically squirming around like a scared cat, a muffled scream for help, which wasn't a good idea. Because that's when he realized you were awake, huh didn't last very long. Honestly thought you'd be out faster, Leon had thought, already relaxed as if he didn't just kidnap a college girl, lucky girl you are. He unlocked the basement door, walking down. He was wearing a nice black shirt and baggy jeans, y'know at least you weren't kidnapped by an ugly guy, but that's besides the point. He came walking down the concrete steps, it was an unfinished basement so it was pretty ugly, no bugs thankfully just dark and dull. A small tv was in the corner, some boxes just collecting dust, a little bathroom, to be honest it was pretty good it could be like a little home. Or at least bedroom. Back to the point, you looked up with tears in your eyes, confused, scared, why you? Why did it have to be you? What did you do? Well nothing, in all reality you just got unlucky that's funny, you're whole life was luck, now your confined in rope and tape wearing nothing but panties in some guys basement. Leon rips the tape off your little mouth, tossing it to the side. Tears still staining your roesy cheeks you muffle out a pathetic sentence "w-what are you doing" stuttering and blabbering. Jeez nothings even happened yet, acted like a fucking moran, already crying? How are you a grown adult, can't even handle dick from someone?

It didn't matter, really nothing did in this moment, Leon didn't respond just stared at you, as if he was judging you for being a baby. Before knocking you out again, it was his first time kidnapping someone so he wasn't gonna just be good at it- but hey he tried. Grabbed some sleeping aids from the bathroom cabinet Doxepin or something weird, wasn't the type to look at the label just prayed it would fucken work and not kill you, the hell he's gonna do with a lifeless corpse, listen he's weird but not THAT weird. Eh enough with the small details, leon was getting inpatient. He untied your sleeping body, flipping you over onto your stomach, face down ass up. Leon's personal favorite position, simple, easy, effective. pushed your white panties to the side, he didn't bother with taking them off too fucking lazy, but back to the point, no need for him to just stare and think about how fucking lazy he is with this shit. He unzipps his pants, damn it's been a while since Leon's been in control, pulling someones hair, him being the dominant one. Choosing your fate, he slams into your dripping cunt, fuck you were nice, fat ass nice tits, grabbing your hips and thrusting in. Maybe life was worth livin now, he nipped at your neck, slamming in an out. He liked it rough, and it's not your unconscious body could care, fuck you didn't even know you were getting a sweet piece of that Kennedy dick, you were drugged out of your mind, limp body hitting into his, no reaction to him roughing you up. Kinda cute, helpless, well more unknowing but who cares about specifics?

Moving on he was still pounding into your dripping your hole, fuck you were hot, he was on the edge of cumming, damn you were tight. Such a nice fucken pussy, with one more thrust his seed leaked into your tight little hole, pulling out the sticky white substance leaking down your pretty little thighs, fucken miracle by god you didn't wake up. By all means that wouldn't have made Leon stop, hell he would've loved it even more. Jesus Christ though afraid he killed you, whatever just means he doesn't have to try and keep you hidden, not like anyone would suspect Mr Kennedy of anyone? Leon Kennedy the man who saved the presidents daugther? Kennedy the one who takes it up the ass like a good boy? Leon with the pretty little fuck face? Of course not, no, no Leon's the one who takes it like a goodboy he's not going around raping the girls in Washington.

But that's enough about Leon, to be honest he really didn't wanna kill you, but hey it doesn't matter. Well- it does but he doesn't care at the moment, just had a good fuck so he didn't have a care in the world, he put a shirt over you just incase you were y'know still alive and zipped up his pants getting the fuck out of there. A few hours went by, Leon didn't sleep, he can't sleep. He went down to check on you though, just to make sure you didn't actually croak, he was back in the right headspace, what the fuck was he gonna do with a dead body? Plus your pussy was too good to just die like that yeesh. He unlocked the basement door and walked down the steps again, however you weren't on the mattress on the floor?

No-no, you had woken up a few minutes before, hiding behind one of the concrete walls holding a piece of broken glass from the bathroom mirror, Jesus how the fuck did you pull that off so easily. Honestly you didn't have that much faith in yourself, your hands were a little bloody, y'know didn't really think it through- but hey all that matters is you have a shirt that barely covered your cunt, tear stained face and a dinky piece of glass that probobly couldn't do anything but hell you're trying.

"The fuck -?" Leon says looking around, before being cutoff by you running at him with your stupid little glass knife, much to your surprise that does shit all and suddenly you're pressed against the wall, hands above your head with a man's leg between your thighs. Jeez you didn't think it would work that bad, y'know your plan wasn't that shitty. Wait for him to get close enough and start swinging, a flawless plan I do say, if we ignore the unpredictable factors but hey who fucken cares about that?

Oh yeah but back to fact at hand you're pinned against a wall by a man twice your size practically nude crying with blood running down your hand, hell aren't you the lucky girl now? Lost your family, friends, probably gonna die in the cold, alone or be killed. Lucky lucky girl, got that Kennedy dick and Kennedy treatment, every girl's dream isn't it? "Woah short stuff the fuck were you trying to do?" He says releasing your hands and backing away from you, his arms crossed giving you a look of disapproval, catching your breath, you don't even say anything just pant and stare.

Well until a pathetic "why" leaves your smudged lips. Pulling the shirt down trying to cover your leaking pussy.

"I'm such a lucky fucking guy."