#(( i'm gonna bite my FUCKING hands off oh my GOD JACK ))

[gctchell]

@arachnaemboss asked:

tender are the claws that trail down her spine, featherlight and soothing —- down, then back up! slowly, carefully, while the other hand loosely rests on her upper back, keeping her close in a comforting hold. she's stressed and upset, and he wishes for her to breathe slow along with him; ancient heart pumping blood steadily within his chest & at a lower heart rate than hers, keeping his own body at cooler temperatures. then, he pulls back —- but only enough so he can rest his forehead against hers ( gentle! ), bright eyes filled with sympathy. "shall i prepare us some tea?" his lips are so close to hers he could feel her breath, but cordiality and a drawn unspoken line as always prevents him from closing the gap, situation aside.

The floor served as an example for the elevated levels of stress that had taken a vicious hold on the weapons dealer suddenly at such a violent pace. When Carmilla carried herself, she did so with grace and as light as a feather, never leaving her mark where she went if it was not intentional. The wood was now pockmarked with holy pools of light from her rapid pacing, scattered here and there with an erratic walk pattern. It ended in a long scratch along the floor, leading to the woman who laid in Zestial's arms. The cones of her hair frazzled and loose, and the energy she radiated was so tangible, he could practically feel her heartbeat in the air around her, pulsing with the vein popped in her temple. It was so fast.

Her head was pounding, her heart was pounding, everything was loud and raucous. There was a shake in her hands that had kept forming into fists to better contain themselves, lost between locking behind her back and bridging over her abdomen. She did not like getting upset, it was so obvious when she was upset to this degree, it was a scream muffled beneath her skin, wanting to claw out of the shakily composed Overlord and finally screech into the air, finally give in, finally give in - loosen the bondage and just let it be. No, even on this precipice, Carmilla would not let it go.

She was very upset, she was very stressed.

Then, the scream quiet. Everything went quiet. The near electric frequencies that had been radiating off of her skin against the cold of Zestial, the loudness, the fists drumming against the inside of her skull hitting so hard that they felt like they would crack the cranium, it's all gone quiet, now. All of it pulled to a low simmer when the other Overlord wove himself around her like the spider he was, and pulled her in, craning her into his chest and pressing her ear over the chamber beneath the dark folds of clothing - right to the place he knew she found comfort, where she always found comfort. Right over his heart. Her eyes closed, tightly at first, brows dug deep into a furrow, and then they began to let go - relax as that ancient heart beat its slow, powerful rhythm into the drums of her ear. Carmilla began to de-escalate, her breathing slowing, and the tension locked in her shoulders and frame just began to crumble beneath his stroking hand.

That beat of Zestial's was so slow, and it beat with an old life strengthened over the tides of the years. It beat strong and unstopping, slow, and easing. It sang its song and rested inside of her, finding her wild, beating heart and holding it close to its sound to settle it while the noise inside of her head became null. The spider replaced her chaos with his languid melody, he stepped inside of her and unraveled her, spun her free from the static mess of anxious twine and brought her back down, brought her feet to the ground, and held her steady in his cold embrace.

A good armful of beats from that song in his chest, and Carmilla was made peaceful. She huddled into the comfort of him, hand coming to rest against his chest and take up such a good portion of it, the tips of her fingers coming to curl over the top of his shoulders. The thin space between the two of them became illuminated in a glowing haze of red when their forehead pressed together, her eyes opening and shining over Zestial's shadowy features. The white irises searched the four vivid greens, her calmed, warmed breath beating against the crooked jags of his lips, and he felt it then - he felt the energy between them grow so thick, it was on a new precipice. Perhaps not new, they've been here before - this kind of energy was a desperate magnetizing call that begged for the gap between them to close. It begged, it yearned for it so pungently, it felt almost certain that there would be a closure.

How many times have they been here? Over the many years, how close had they come like this?

"I would like that," Carmilla spoke quietly, her eyes almost filmed over as his sympathetic eyes laid upon her, and felt as though they saw her bare and vulnerable, and she didn't mind it. She wanted to be seen by him like this, he was the only one she would ever want to be seen like this by. Her hand moved to clutch his shoulder and stroke it with her thumb, the old need for him in her eyes. So close. So close. "I would like that very much."

Her forehead nuzzled against his own, slow with the ruffle of her strung out monochromatic bangs. "Thank you, Zestial."

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[toxicanonymity]

Parole.

3k words, joel miller x f!reader

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SUMMARY: PWP. Phone sex and just-got-out-of-jail sex.  

WARNINGS: I8+, dirty talk, jacking off, groping while driving, oral F receiving, Unsafe P in V intercourse, semi-public (bathroom). Reader can sit on a sink.

A/N: cellmate's nephew!Joel, part 3 of 3 (just 8k total) , follows Jailbird and Collect Calls but you just need to know his aunt Mabel is your cellmate. This is the last of Jailbird for the foreseeable future. It’s been a fun diversion.  This is not the last of Jojo.

—---

All goes well at your parole hearing. After you get your 72 Hour release notice, you call Joel. 

He answers the phone, "You're gettin' out," and you can hear his smile. 

"How did you–did Mabel tell you?"

"Had a feeling.  So what, 3 days now?" He opens and squirts the lube. 

"9pm Monday."

"You just made my dick so hard, baby."

"Jojo. . ."

"Hmm?"

"God, sorry - Joel"

"Call me whatever ya want, jailbird. Mm. Call me joel, call me jojo--mm, call me call me any time baby”

“Can’t wait to be on the other side of that glass.” 

"And I'm gonna pop that post-penny cherry" (post-penitentiary) 

“Shhh”

"What they're gonna un-parole ya 'cause there’s a hard dick waitin’ for ya?"

“Well, I like the sound of that,”  you purr. 

“Oh we’re gonna get nasty, baby,” he breathes. 

“Mmm”

“You wear thongs, g-strings, whatcha wear?” His fist slurps up and down his cock. 

“Thongs,” you tell him. “Boy shorts if I wanna be comfy.” 

“Damn. . . that ass in boy shorts?  Whew.” 

“How ‘bout you?”

“Boxer briefs.” 

“Mm, shoulda known. Those tight-ass pants”

“Yeah, ya like’em?”

“Like how ya wear’em”

“How’s that”

“Packing somethin’ fat and juicy for me.”

He moans. “Fuck yeah i am, just for you baby”

“Just for me?”

“‘S’all for you, baby. How ya want it first?”

“Honey, I just want it.”

“Can i come inside ya?”

“Mmmm, yeah. . .” 

“Fuck, i’m gonna pump you full,” his voice tells you he’s already close. 

“You better.” 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” His hand is moving faster. “Ohhh, fuck” He shudders and groans long and drawn out as he comes.

“Started without me didn’t ya” 

“Wouldn’t do that,” he says in a transparently false tone. 

“Hope ya can last longer than that,” you tease.

“Fuck you,” he laughs. “Shit, maybe I can’t. ‘S’what ya do to me, baby.” 

“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Oh I’m grocery shoppin’ like it’s the apocalypse. Won’t have to leave the house for a week.”

—------

Mabel gives you one last poke-and-stick tattoo, a heart on your other hand, mirroring the location of your "clover." The last thing she tells you is, “He’s snipped, ya know. I took care of him after he did it. ” 

“Nice.”

“Yeah, he knows he's not dad material," she explains, then lightens the mood with, "he's daddy, not dad," and a wink. 

You're gonna miss her. But if things go well with Joel, you’ll see her again in a few months. 

—----

Walking down the ramp from the tower toward the jail lobby, you can taste the freedom and almost forget what you’re wearing – booty skirt, platform heels, mesh crop top, fishnets. 

His posture is what catches your eye first. Feet spread, arms crossed. Your eyes fall to his bulge then pan up to a white t-shirt struggling to contain the tattooed arms crossed in front of him. Gold chain, Adam's Apple. As his face comes into focus, he tilts his head back and squints, pursing his lips in a pained expression as he looks at you. His expression is enough to remind you what you’re wearing. By the time you reach him, he’s biting his lip, shaking his head at you with his eyes smiling. 

He opens his arms and wraps around you for a full-body hug. He smells like fresh cologne, and he feels safe and comfortable.  He feels like – ohhh, yeah, he’s already getting hard. You’re holding a plastic bag of your belongings—phone and keys—against his back. 

“God damn,” he whispers into your hair and his pelvis subtly presses his growing arousal into you. He murmurs, “Mmm, let’s get the fuck outta here.” 

He grabs your hand and your shoes click as you walk through the sliding doors to the parking lot. As soon as the doors slide closed behind you, he drops your hand and grabs your ass.  His hand spans much more of your asscheek than you're used to. The beauty of the sky at dusk overwhelms you, even with the lights from the jail. 

“Let’s make it to the car,” you laugh. 

He puffs out his cheeks with an exhale and gets his keys out of his pocket with his free hand.  Then he points to a big truck and unlocks it. 

He opens the truck door for you and his hand on your ass helps you up into the seat. Oh the simple joy of getting in a vehicle. You start to grab the seatbelt, and he tells you, “nah, hold on a sec.” When he gets in the driver’s seat he slams up the center console, slides over and you turn to face him as he reaches you.  

He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face into his. His tongue parts your lips and his mouth is minty.  He sucks hard and gently chews your lips as he grabs your far thigh and puts it over his lap.  Then he grabs you by both hips and pulls you all the way into his lap with your help so you’re straddling him. When your crotch meets the warm steel rod in his pants, you whimper and he sighs vocally. Then your mouths connect again. You’ve been dying of thirst and he’s a tall glass of water; you just can’t get enough. 

His hands run down your fishnet thighs as you grind on him and make out. He playfully plucks one of the diamonds and murmurs in such a deep voice, “Thought ya weren’t wearin’ these, hmm?” Then he attacks your neck with his mouth, and you sigh.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see a Corrections Officer headed your way. 

“Shit,” you say, “We should go.” 

He groans. 

“They're comin’, we gotta go,” you repeat and pry yourself off of him. 

He takes a deep breath and his hips lift out of the seat as he adjusts himself, then scoots back over to the driver’s seat and buckles his seatbelt. You start to go back to the passenger seat and buckle yours, but he says, “get back over here.”  He hands you the middle seatbelt. 

—----

You tease, “we 'bout to peel outta here?”

"Buckle up, baby.” 

He puts his hand behind you to back up. A whiff of his sweat under the cologne makes you want him even worse. 

You awkwardly try to keep your hands to yourself. He’s the one driving, so you’ll let him initiate any distraction. "Where we headed?"

"How ‘bout we get ya some real food, ya hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.” 

He gives a low whistle and says, “so could I, baby. can’t wait to taste ya." He looks at your legs. “Fuck.”  He puts his hand on your thigh, a ring pressing into your skin. “Mmm.” His voice is so deep. “Been savin’ this just for me, huh?'' His wrist pushes your skirt out of the way as his hand slides toward your crotch.  He finds your clit with ease, even while driving. He clearly knows what he’s doing and he could get you off like this in a minute or two, but he needs his hand back to make some turns. 

You put your hand on his meaty thigh and ask “can I. . .”

“*can* you? Fuck yeah you can” He lifts his elbow, welcoming your hand to his lap. 

You grab the bulge in his jeans and get a zap of need in your core. You slowly press your hand into his warm, hard package and feel the outline of his thick cock.  You’re aching for him. You’re about to ask him to pull over when he puts on the blinker and see you’ve arrived at Waffle House. 

“Here good?” He says as he pulls into a parking space.  

“Hell yeah,” you answer. 

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Cause if ya don’t like WaHo, we ain’t gonna work anyway.” You both unbuckle your seatbelts.

"Oh, here," you take your hand back as he reaches back behind the passenger seat, and your eyes glue to his huge bulge. He hands you a leather jacket, and says, “Just if ya want it.”  It’s a little warm for it, but it’s a nice thought if you wanted to cover up. At WaHo, you don’t really care. That’s the magic of it. He reaches back behind the seat again and you glance at his earring. He returns with a target bag.

You peek into the bag. There’s a casual tank dress, flip flops, and . ..boy shorts. Your heart flutters that his dirty question led to such a wholesome gesture. 

“You bought me clothes?”

“Yeah, coulda brought some’a Mabel’s but–”

“That could get weird”

“Yeah.” 

—---

You walk in front of Jojo into the breezeway, then into the restaurant. No one bats an eye at how you’re dressed.  You hold up the bag of clothes and ask, “Mind if I change ‘fore we eat?” A waitress behind the counter leans to the side to look around you, checks Jojo out and says, “get it, girl.” 

“That’s what i’m talkin’ bout,” Jojo murmurs to you and gives her a wink. 

Both the individual bathrooms are occupied. Joel stands with his back against the wall facing the bathrooms, so y’all are waiting out of view of the grill. You’re facing him.  He grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you into him, massive erection straining his pants, yearning to get to you. His cock digs into your front.  You kiss him and he kneads your butt cheeks as your mouths consume each other. He moans quietly into your mouth.  His hard cock twitches against you. 

He breaks the kiss and breathes heavily against your ear, then whispers “feel like i’m gonna die.” 

A toilet flushes. The bathroom smells faintly of cleaning supplies, and it doesn’t look dirty. The illusion of cleanliness is enough to not think about it. 

You wanna be right on top of him, but as he locks the door, you find yourself slowly taking a step backwards, watching him in anticipation, almost like you’re daring him to come after you and show you what he’s got.  He looks at you darkly and prowls toward you, unbuckling his belt, lips parted, eyes dark like a stalking animal.  You freeze. He unbuttons his jeans and walks until his hardness bumps into your thigh. 

Then, at a faster pace, he walks you almost all the way to the sink, then grabs your butt to stop you.  He hikes up your skirt so it's all the way over your ass. He grabs your ass with one hand and pulls you into him again. The strength of his erection through his exposed boxer briefs gives you another shock of arousal on top of your already desperate need. He pulls back his hips enough for his free hand to engulf your crotch.  His thick middle finger presses down on the (very) damp spot in your leggings. 

"Soaked for me, aren't ya?" The hand on your ass slides down and curls between your legs. His warm finger slips into one of the fishnet holes. 

He uses both hands, one from the front and one from the back, to rip open the fishnets. “Fuck yeah,” he growls. The hand from the back returns to your asscheek, while the other hand remains between your legs.  The side of his index finger meets your dripping seam. “Mmmmmm,” he slides his hand up and down for just a couple of seconds, then looks at the sink. “Think ya can sit up here?”

“mm. yeah, if you–”

He helps you onto the edge of the sink. You hold onto the sides and he immediately squats down with his head between your legs. 

“Just fuck me,” you say, dying to have him inside you. Your walls are twitching as though your cunt is making a gimme gimme motion like a fist.

“i gotta taste ya," he mumbles as he spreads your thighs.  “Sorry, just a sec.” He further rips the fishnets, exposing you to the cool air then sighs, “fuck,” as he reaches behind you to hold your ass. He whispers “just real quick,” his hot breath on your mound, before he plants his mouth on your cunt. 

He licks at your entrance.  “Mmmm,” he tongues and sucks your clit, then takes one hand off your ass to palm his boxer briefs. 

You fist his hair, sighing, “Ohh God, I need that cock, baby. We got time for this later.” You’re physically aching to be filled. 

He kisses your clit goodbye, then whispers, "god damn."  He puts both hands on your thighs as he stands up.  When he’s standing, he yanks his boxer briefs down and his naked cock bobs heavily, making you nearly drool. He’s shaved. It’s thick. Length-wise you might be able to take it. The girth will be a stretch. 

He curls his fingers under your mesh crop top and you raise your arms as he discards it. “Fuck it, you’re changin’, right?” He tugs at your bra, and you take it off. 

“Oh, fuck me,” he takes in the sight of your tits and can’t resist sucking a nipple into his mouth while palming the other. 

You grab his cock. “Are you gonna put this in me tonight or nah?”

“God damn, you need it don’t ya?” He wraps an arm around you  and you put your arms around his neck. He nudges you by the ass toward the edge.

“fuck just give it to me.” 

He runs his swollen, mauve tip through your slick, then notches it at your entrance and plunges into you with a groan. You gasp as his girth spreads you apart. You can’t remember the last time you felt a stretch like this. But he pushes it right in. You’re so turned on, it works. You watch his cock disappear into you. You glance up at him to see his mouth hanging open with a sigh of relief as his tip nudges your cervix and makes you whole. He sucks in a deep breath as he retreats, then says “FUCK, that’s a nice cunt.” 

His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass and he begins to fuck you. You pull up his shirt and it’s so tight that it stays where you leave it. He has a slutty little hip tattoo that says yeah. His lips latch onto yours as he buries his length in you again and again.  It’s all sucking and biting and hot, humid breath as you moan against each other’s cheeks before your tongues are in each other’s mouths again. The bottom half of your face gets slobbery.  He fucks you like he means it, grunting and moaning, “oh yeah.” Your bodies are dewy where your skin meets. 

You wrap your legs around him. Your pelvis grinds against his and your orgasm is building. You tell him,  “Don’t hold back”

“You want me to last?” He asks as he pumps in and out of you. 

“In here?--ohhhh–time for that later” 

“Oh, you already close, ain’t ya?” he speeds up and his chain bounces with the power of his motions. “Fuck yeah, baby, c’mere, c’,mon” His cock pistons into you. It’s even better than you imagined so many times in your pathetic excuse for a bed. Oh shit, will you really sleep together? The thought of it melts you. The thought of a real bed alone melts you, but with him, with this cock inches away, god this cock, it feels so, it’s so—A primal grunt comes from his chest. His heavy breathing and grinding against your clit have you on the edge ready to tip. 

You whimper, “baby,” pinching your eyes shut. 

He grips your ass harder and grinds his shaved pubic bone into you as he fucks you smooth and fast. He fucks like a porn star. “C’mon, jailbird.” 

He buries his length in you even faster, then pleasure seizes your whole body and you come on his fat cock. 

“Ohhhhh yeah, fuck yeah,” he breathes. 

He thrusts into you a few more times, “fuck, baby,” then bottoms out and erupts. He sighs a long sigh as his warm release coats your insides. 

“Mmmm,” you savor the pulse of his cock and you twitch with aftershocks. “Oh, god.” He hugs you and you rest your head on his chest while you both catch your breath. His chain feels massive on on your cheek.

Someone finally knocks on the door.  He pulls out and helps you down off the sink. 

“Someone in here,” he tells them. He pulls up his pants, then leans against the tile of the bathroom wall as he zips them up and fastens his belt while you change. 

You thank him again for the clothes as you look in the mirror and turn around. 

“Look good on ya. Guess I did alright.” 

His face is flushed pink and his hair is a little messed up.  He seems to notice you looking at his face and he pushes himself off the wall to look in the mirror. He rakes his hand through his hair, then scratches one side of his beard, turning away from the mirror. 

–

You sit down for a late dinner. Neither of you look at the menu. Jojo orders cherry coke and a texas cheesesteak with double hashbrowns covered, smothered, and chunked. You order your favorite meal and he compliments it. Your eyes are on his forearms and tattoos. As he brings the sandwich to his mouth. God damn, how’d this fine ass man practically fall in  your lap? You feel like  you owe Mabel big time. 

You ask, “You really go grocery shoppin’?”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles with his mouth full, nodding.  “Mmm-hmm.” After he finishes chewing he washes it down with a sip of cherry coke, then adds, “but you know what i really want.” He looks at you darkly. “So tell me it’s all you can eat, baby.” 

“Just for you, Jojo. . .”

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yeah he wants to be covered and smothered in that.

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[wasawattpadkid]

Drunk Antics

Summary: When Billy and Stu have a little too much to drink they come to you.

Pairing: poly!ghostface (college au) x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing really just fluff and angst. Drunk Billy and Stu

The pounding on your dorm door was bound to wake up everyone in a 5 mile radius. "What the hell-" Billy and Stu hit the floor in a heap of giggles. "Told you she was home fuckrag." A tiny hiccup could be heard coming from Stu. "How did you two even get in here?" You questioned helping the men up. "A magician never tells his secrets Y/n." Stu's words were slurred and his legs were shaky. You closed the door telling them both to sit down. Thankfully Stu listened falling back on your roommates bed. "I'm gonna be sick..." Stu groaned.

"No no no, no you're not." You grabbed a trash can running to his aid. "I'm kidding!" He giggled his hiccups getting worse. Billy tossed his hair back dancing around the room. "I was thinking of you tonight..." Stu said dragging his hand down the middle of your shirt. You laughed dryly. "Oh yeah I bet you were. You know you smell like perfume Stu." You weren't pissed just disappointed. "We robbed a perfume store." Billy laughed at his partners answer.

"Dance with me Y/n." Billy tugged at your clothes trying to pull you to him. "Babe you reek of Jack Daniels." Billy's lips made contact with your neck biting and sucking the skin he found. "Oh no, not tonight. You are both way too drunk." You pushed him back just enough to see his splotchy red face. The tip of his nose bright red making him look like Rudolph. "I didn't have near as much as he did." He pointed to the unconscious man on the bed. "Fuck." You left Billy standing to roll Stu on his side just in case.

"He'll be fine. I didn't drug him this time." You whipped your head towards your boyfriend. "What!?" You whisper yelled and he just laughed. "Kidding! If making a joke is a crime arrest me." He held out his hands connected by the wrist. "As much as I'd love to see you in handcuffs not tonight Billy, I said no." He rolled his eyes stomping his foot like a toddler. "Jesus how much did you drink tonight?"

You helped him out of his leather jacket flinging it to the side of the room. "Slow down there my girlfriend kills people." He slurred and you laughed. His knuckles were slightly bloody which is something you'd definitely have to bring up tomorrow. "We need to get you into bed." He rubbed his hands together once again thinking he was about to get lucky. He sat down on the bed letting you pull off his shoes. The next thing to go was his shirt. "You're very beautiful at this angle." When he was drunk his charm was on high. "Thanks." You didn't even bother with his jeans. "Now lay back."

Billy did as told waiting for you to climb in with him. "Where you going?" He asked his pout could be heard in his voice. "I'm checking on Stu." You sighed hating being a babysitter. "And I don't want the world to see me!" Billy loudly began singing making you jump. "Cause I don't think that they'd understand." He was your drama queen. "With everything meant to be broken." You were 100% sure those weren't the lyrics. He mumbled the next line tears now forming in his eyes. "Babe don't.. aww." He held out his arms like a toddler pulling you on top of him.

Your head laid on top of his chest as his arms squeezed you. "Promise you won't leave us." He whispered. The sound of his voice broke your heart. "Where is this coming from?" A whimper left his throat. "Just promise." You sighed. "I promise Billy." With that his heart rate slowed and he began to fall asleep. Thank God your roommate went home for the weekend.

"Y/n?" Stu whispered from the other bed. You closed your eyes preparing for more antics. "Yes babe?" Silence. "Yes babe?" You repeated. Nothing. "Stu!" You whispered gaining his attention. "Hmm?" He mumbled. "What'd you want?" You asked ready to help him to the bathroom or trash can. "I don't know you called me." You took a moment before you laughed with pity. "Your head is going to kill you tomorrow."

"If it doesn't you will." He muttered falling back asleep. "Damn straight." You smiled as you cuddled up with Billy.

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[neverlookatthisblog]

All white party

Smut

A/N: I really don’t like this but it’s something I guess 🥴 hope you enjoy 🦋

The day started off slow jack got invited to Michael Rubin's 4th of July party of course jack made sure you were going with him

He wore a white outfit while you had a  simple white dress on

You were a little nervous because it was white you didn't wanna mess it up

"Jack I'm not sure about this" you said

"Babe your gonna be fine you aren't really a messy person anyways I think you'll be good" he said hugging you from behind

You smiled

The ride to the party was pretty quiet

"You okay" he asked you he knew you had anxiety

"Yea I'm good just a little nervous that's all" you said

"Don't be nervous I'm here with you" he said grabbing your hand

Putting the car in park you both got out he took your hand as you both walked inside

You met a lot of famous people that day like Kevin hart, Kelly Rowland etc

You we're getting a drink (water of course stay hydrated)

"What's up y/n" druski said

"Hii dru how are you" you said

"I'm good where's jack" oh he's over there with zack

You said unamused

But right when you said that Jack walked over to you guys

"Hey" you said drink your water

"Heyy you having fun" he asked

"Yea I'm good" you smiled at eachother

"Awww look at you being a lovely boyfriend" druski commented ruining the moment

"Can you stop" jack said blushing

"Alright I'll let yall love birds be" he said

"Let's dance" jack said

You looked at him before getting up

You guys were having fun dancing the mood switched when thot shit by Megan thee stallion started playing you started dancing like you never did before Jack was shocked but he was also enjoying it

Pressing yourself against him you felt his hard on through his pants

Jack had stopped you whispering in your ear

"Bathroom now" he said making you get goosebumps

You both walked to the bathroom jack made sure nobody was watching you too

You opened the door Jack quickly pushed you in there closing the door and locking it

He smashed his lips into yours

"Fuck I've never seen you dance like that" jack said kissing you again this time using tongue

"Did you like it" you said teasing him a bit

"Did I?" Jack walks you over to the mirror turns you around and bended you over the bathroom sink

"I want you to be the judge of that" you felt his hand rise pulling your underwear to the side

He teased against your slit making you bite your lip

He kiss along the back side of your thigh his while pressing circles around your clit

You moaned out

"You like that" jack asked you

Moaning out with a yes

He moved his fingers faster making you moan out loudly

"Jack  fuck"

"Mhm" jack hummed as you came

You breathed looking at Jack through the mirror

"We're not done yet and I think you already know that" he said undoing his pants he slowly slid into you not giving you time to adjust

"Fuck" you moaned

"Never seen you dance like that before usually your all shy and shit" jack moved further into you you gasped

"I enjoy the show"

He made sure not to hurt you as he increased his thrusts

"Jackkk" you moaned

"Shit y/n" jack moaned in your ear

"Oh my god" you both looked at each other through the mirror

Your eyes never leaving each others

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" you groaned out

"Me too" he said

You felt your body get numb before you came

"Fuck" jack said pulling out of you making you whine

"Never thought you would get turned on by me dancing" you said grabbing a paper towel to wipe yourself

Throwing it in the trash you and Jack both fixed yourself

"You'd be surprised" jack said making you laugh as you both walked out of the bathroom going back to the party

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts

[aerodaltonimperial]

Passive aggressive Jack letting Hook know he is mad by committing every Italian cooking taboo he can think of. Looking him dead in the eye as he breaks the pasta.

(this is the funniest prompt i have ever received, i need you to know this - 💚🧡)

Okay, at first, it could have been... not intentional. Jack's quiet, but, like, he's sometimes like that, and it doesn't always mean anything bad, it just means he's all up in his head about something, and normally Hook just lets him work it out 'cause Jack won't give anything away unless he's good and ready. But it ends up hitting 5 minutes with Hook standing on the other side of the kitchen island while Jack cooks, and Jack hasn't said a word, and Hook... may have misjudged this.

Shit. Did he do something? He doesn't think he did. Did he forget something? Oh, god. Oh, god, what day is it. He's so fucking bad at remembering things. Is today important? Fuck. What month is it? He's panicking when Jack finally raises his face, looking up from the pot of boiling water. He's got the spaghetti in his hands, all bunched together.

He glares at Hook, holds his gaze, and cracks the spaghetti pile in half.

Oooooookay, that's bad. Shit, Hook's absolutely fucked up. He's forgotten something, or he did something, or is it possible that Jack had a dream where Hook did something and he's punishing him for it? No, no, Jack wouldn't do that. Jack's not the kind who...

...pours a jar of pizza sauce into the bubbling pan while the pasta hasn't softened at all.

Oh my god, Hook's gonna die.

"How's... how's your mom?" he asks, though his mouth has gone dry.

"Great," Jack replies. He doesn't break the staring contest as he twists off another lid and dumps the whole jar of oyster sauce into the pasta soup.

Oh my god, why would he even buy oyster sauce?

"Uh," Hook tries. "How's your..."

The rest dies on his tongue as Jack pours in a bottle of worcestershire. Jesus christ. Hook's entire family tree is rolling in their graves right now.

He has to leave the kitchen, but it was the wrong choice, because when Jack finally sets the food in front of him, the pasta is.... soup. It's fucking soup, and it's about the run off the plate. Hook spots chunks of pineapple swimming in the abomination.

Jack leans down, hands on his knees and falsely bright smile plastered on his face. "What day is today?"

"...Monday?"

"Well, you got close," Jack says. "It does end in y. How about an easier question."

Hook squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't have to look at the crimes against food mocking him from the plate. "Please don't."

"What date is today?"

"The... 10th?"

"It's the 22nd," Jack tells him. "So if you subtract four, what day would it have been four days ago?"

"The..." Oh no. Oooooooh no. "The one-year anniversary of... oh god." He's sweating; it's beading up on his forehead and falling into the food and he can only imagine that it would improve this absolute fucking horror show.

"Yeah," Jack says.

Hook swallows, and it hurts. "I forgot our anniversary."

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna have to eat this, aren't I?"

"Every single bite."

He can't. He'll throw up. He'll throw up, and Jack will absolutely dump the rest of the plate on his head, and he'll have to explain to everyone why his boyfriend broke up with him and gave him a concussion. "I love you?"

"Don't even think about it, asshole," Jack whispers. "You're gonna eat all of that, and then we'll see."

Dear god in heaven. Hook utters a silent prayer slash apology to all his ancestors shrieking in the great beyond, picks up his fork, and prepares to give his entire fucking life, and possibly his functioning stomach, to his relationship.

#tag so you don't lose this shit

[topguncortez]

“Does the father know?” From the baby asks w / Hangman 🫣

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Pilot!Female, (platonic) Bradley x pilot!female warnings: cheating, infidelity, pregnancy, cursing. || masterlist || whumptober || prompts list || A/N: I might be compelled to make his a series. IDK

It was probably the dumbest thing you had ever done, but you couldn't help it. It was the lasting adrenaline from a mission well done, and Jake just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You were still amazed how you managed to not get caught that night, having been pressed against him all night in the small quarters of the carrier. You summed it up to that the others were having their own celebrations (you could basically hear rooster and bob from down the hall)

But now that night of celebration of escaping death was coming back to bite you in the ass. The positive pregnancy test in your hand was making you regret that night. You and Hangman weren't necessarily friends, but you weren't particularly found of each other. You got under each other's skin, always trying to one up the other.

Now he was going to be having a child with you.

"You have to tell him," Rooster said, from your bed. You lifted your head up from the floor to glare at him, "I'm just saying."

You knew you had to tell him, it was the right thing to do, but oh how you were dreading it. You wanted nothing less to just crawl in a hole and hide. You had thought that after this assignment you would return back to Virginia with Rooster, and go back to working at the Golden Warriors. But some big admiral had other plans. So there was no escaping the truth.

"I fucking know that," Y/N said, and groaned as she sit up, "God, why couldn't it have been you."

Rooster chuckled, "I'm flattered, but not my type."

"Oh right, I don't have blue eyes, blonde hair or glasses," You pointed out and Rooster blushed, "Is he even back from leave? Or is he still in Texas?"

"He's back. He invited us all to the Hard Deck tonight. I think you should do it now. Rip the band-aid off."

"Rip the- are you insane?"

"No," Rooster said, and stood up from your bed, and walked over to your desk. He picked up the picture of the ultrasound and looked at it. Rooster had gone with you this morning to verify what you already knew. You were six weeks along with a little Seresin child.

"You tell him, tonight," Rooster said, "Now get dressed, brush your teeth, maybe put on some deodorant."

"Oh, go suck a dick," You groaned and stood up from the ground, snatching the ultrasound from his hands.

"Maybe I will," Rooster smirked and walked out of your room.

--- --- ---

The Hard Deck parking lot was full as you and Rooster arrived. You noticed Hangman's truck in the parking lot, and felt a wave of nausea roll over you.

"I can't do this," You said, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Puke and rally," Rooster said, killing the engine to the bronco.

"This isn't some tailgate before a U.V.A game, Bradley," You snapped, and Bradley held his hands up in surrender, "This is life altering news. I'm not sure if I can just. . . drop a bomb on him like this." You felt tears starting to run down your cheeks, and Bradley's face softened. He reached over and wiped a tear away from your face.

"I know it's scary, but you have to do it. He at least deserves this. I can't tell you what he's gonna do, but at least you can say you tried. And if he is a major ass about it, Bob, Fanboy, Payback and I will beat his ass."

You chuckled and reached across the bench seat to hug him. Bradley kissed the top of your head, and you pulled back with a sigh. You checked your face in the mirror, wiping away the remnants of tears, before getting out of the car.

Bradley placed a gentle hand on your back as you walked up the steps of the Hard Deck. You two greeted Penny and ordered drinks, a water with lemon for you and a jack and coke for Bradley. You heard your names being called across the bar. You both ordered drinks, a water with lemon for you and a jack and coke for Bradley. You and Bradley shared a look as you braced yourselves for what was to come.

"Bradshaw, L/N, have you guys met my girl before?" Hangman said, as the two of you got over there.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up," You spluttered out quickly, making a beeline right for the bathrooms.

"Y/N, wait!" Bradley called out to you, but you had already disappeared.

"What's her deal?" Hangman said.

"Uh. . . Allergies." Hangman gave Bradley a look, and he just shrugged.

"Whatever," Hangman said, "This is my girl, Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Bradley Bradshaw."

"Nice to meet you," Lizzie said, and Bradley couldn't help but notice the diamond ring on her finger. Bradley gave her a small nod and took a sip of his drink.

--- --- ---

You had emerged from the bathroom at some point in the night, but opted to stay outside. You couldn't stand the smell of stale alcohol or the heat of the bar. It felt cooler outside, as you watched the dark sea crash against the white sand.

"Hey," You turned around to see Jake's smiling face. You turned back quickly to the view of the ocean as he walked up to you, "Thought you disappeared. Bradshaw said you're sick or something."

"Or something," You said, and grabbed your ginger ale the Bradley had gotten you.

"Wait. . . " Jake said, looking between you and the can on the table, "Oh my god. I didn't know you had a boyfriend?"

"What?" You said confused.

"The ginger ale, the taking off the go throw up earlier, your hair is super shiny, and your boobs look like they've grown. . . you're pregnant!"

"How the hell do you know?" You said, your jaw dropping.

"I have two older sisters, who both have kids. And I witness my mom pregnant twice with my younger sisters. I know a pregnant woman when I see one. You and your boyfriend must be-"

"I'm not with someone," You said, and looked down at your hands, "Actually Jake, I-"

"There you are, Jakey!" A female voice sounded out, as she walked out into the dark California night. Her hair was bleach blonde and curled. You could tell the tan she had was fake, making her almost look orange. And her boobs were too perfect to be real. She sat down right on Jake's lap, and you felt like throwing up all over again, "Who's this?"

"Y/N this is Lizzie, my fiancé," You felt like a ton of bricks had hit you all over again. You had to force yourself to put a smile on your face as you gave her a nod, "Lizzie, this is Y/N, my wingman," Jake said, smiling at you.

"I thought that other guy was," The girl said.

"He is, but Y/N is my number one. We grew up together and went to flight school together. Although, still trying to figure out why you decided to go to UVA and not the academy or UT."

"I'd rather starve than be in burnt orange," You laughed.

"Uh. . . longhorns forever," The blonde said, and you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Y/N was just telling me some good news. She expecting," Jake said.

"Oh congrats!" Lizzie said, and you gave her a tight lipped smile, "I'm gonna go back inside, I'll get you another drink."

"Thanks babe," Hangman said and kissed her overly plumped lips. Jake watched as she walked inside before turning his eyes back to you, "So what were you saying?"

"Oh just I don't have a boyfriend, it's uh. . . kinda complicated right now," You said.

"Does the father know?" Jake asked, "Wait, I'm sorry, that's super fucked to ask. Forget I said anything."

"Uh yeah, he, uh knows," You said and then looked through the window at Rooster awkwardly dancing in the middle of the Hard Deck. Jake followed your gaze over to Rooster, and was shocked.

He knew that you and Rooster had gotten close during your four years at U.V.A. The two of you bonded over the shared trauma of losing both your parents at a young age. Jake never thought that there was more than just a friendship between the two of you.

"Oh," Jake said, trying not to sound hurt by the revelation. He shook his head, he had no right to get mad at her when he had a fiancé inside the bar waiting for him, "Well congrats to the both of you." Jake said and raised his glass to connect with yours. You gave him a smile as you clinked glasses then took a sip of your ginger ale.

"I'm gonna go back in," You said, and pushed yourself up from the chair. As you walked by Jake, he grabbed your hand, and you two shared a moment.

"You wouldn't lie, right?" Jake asked, and you felt like he could see right through you.

"No. Not to you," You said, and Jake nodded, letting your hand go. As you walked back into the Hard Deck, Jake was overcome with the memories of the night the two of you shared. You tried to shake off your own memories as you walked up to Rooster. He smiled and threw his arm around you.

"It went good? I didn't hear screaming or see broken chairs?" Rooster smiled at you.

"It went bad, so horribly bad," You rushed out, "We need to go. I'm gonna-"

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Rooster could sense in your eyes the beginning of a panic attack, and quickly guided you out of the Hard Deck. He yelled over his shoulder that he would be back to pay the tab tomorrow. You were already at the bronco when Rooster made it outside, pacing back and forth, "What happened? Did you tell him?"

"Yeah," You stated.

"And?"

"And I fucked up!" You exclaimed, "I told him. . . but I also told him that it's yours."

#topguncortez #top gun #top gun imagine #top gun fan fiction #top gun fan fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick fan fic

[magewolf-the-artist]

Domestic K-9: Incorrect Quotes (Kinda)

Note that some of these have been modified and two of them are originals.

Bon: BE A BETTER PERSON! 

Felix: WHY?! 

Bon: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

Susan: The joy of hanging out with Charles. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and they bite the tip of a marker off.

Molly: Is the pink panther a lion? 

Edd: Say that again but slower. 

Molly: I don’t get it. 

Edd: He’s a PANTHER. 

Molly: Is that a type of lion? 

Edd: No, it’s a fucking panther. 

Molly: *somehow accesses google and searches up panther* They aren’t pink? 

Edd: AND LIONS ARE?!

Charles: Susan, I screwed up, big time. 

Susan: You’re going to have to be more specific than that.

Susan: *hands Linda a ‘bouquet’ of flowers. In reality it’s a fistful of withered dandelions and dead grass* Before you say it, I know it’s not much, but it was the only thing I could find.

Linda takes the bouquet with a smile despite the shoddy quality.

Linda: Awww, they’re just like you. Dead and decaying with hints of life.

Susan.exe has stopped working.

Bon: Hey there happy campers-!

Susan: What the fuck makes you think we’re happy?

Bon: … hey there extremely depressed campers!

Bon: honk. 

Charles: WHAT. 

Bon: HONK. 

Charles: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Charles: Please, Person B, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. 

Susan: I’m sorry Charles. 

Charles: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. 

Susan: It has to be done. 

Susan: 

Charles: 

Susan: *Places +4* Uno.

Felix: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. 

Bon: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Felix: I think it’s time I get my life in order. 

Jack’s ghost: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Bon: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! 

Susan: Please, just say fuck.

Bon: I REGRET NOTHING!!!

Felix: I REGRET EVERYTHING!!!

Molly: Aunt Susan, I want a bedtime story! 

Susan: I’m busy. I’ll tell you one tomorrow. 

Molly: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! 

Susan: Once upon a time, there was a person named Molly, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. 

Molly: I don’t like these stories with morals.

Susan: Damn, the power went out. 

Charles: Don’t worry, I got this. 

Charles: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up* 

Susan: What-? 

Charles: I swallowed a glow stick! 

Susan, absolutely appalled: WHY WOULD YOU-

Bon: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

Edd: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

Bon: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Susan: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

#the walten files #walten files #susan woodings #charles brook #edd walten #molly walten #twf bon #twf fandom #twf #twf susan #twf charles #twf edd #twf molly #twf edd and molly #incorrect quotes #Domestic K-9

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Blindfold Me: The Party

Part 2. After all that, y'all still have the Halloween Party. Kinktober submission @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Size Kink, Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Queening, Knife-play

An idea strikes from nowhere and who's gonna stop you? Erik? He isn't thinking about you in particular, he's driving you back to the Cheesecake Factory parking lot so you can drive your car and follow him home. He's very cute in his absentmindedness. He's watching the road and doesn't notice you watching the minor things he does, those tiny habits that are sexy for no reason. It's the way he leans driving one-handed with his other elbow in the window. It gives you the space to fish Lil Erik Jr out and frisk him, make him feel real nice before you choke him. Big Erik likes that, but there's something you haven't tried.. another way to pleasure Big E and torture Lil E. You sauce-board him. Erik jumps in his seat, but he can launder his pants. He's changing clothes at home anyway. You dip the head of his penis in cilantro sauce, swirling it around the rim of the plastic cup and sucking it off with a pop, chasing it with a bite of samosa, amused at his face, like he's traumatized.

"You fuckin booger, my dick is not a samosa."

You put them side by side. "Could've fooled me.. the samosa bigger."

"I hope they have good music at this party. I'm a kick Meech's ass when we get there."

He switches hands on the wheel, swatting out like a parent which leads to you both slapboxing with him mushing and grabbing your face, fake choking you while you pop his arm and pinch him. He knows he's not small. You know he's not small.

When you get in your own car, you call him.

"You need music for that?"

"My theme music. Every queen deserves her own theme music."

"I hope he didn't cheap on liquor. If so we need to pre-game."

"Let's pre-game," you agree, getting another masterful idea for a cocktail. He grabs your arms in the doorway of the house before you can close the door and pulls them behind your back, cuffing them quickly. "Erik," you stare from over your shoulder and back at the neighbors' houses across the street. "Be real. It's still broad daylight and families live here." They always walk and sit out on porches.

He bends you over and pushes your dress up, hooking his knuckles in the seat of your panties and pushing the head of his dick against your opening. No one's outside but they could still be watching through windows.

"Dave has a ring camera," you gasp as he holds your weight up by your throat with two hands. Your feet spread for balance as he pushes inside, spreading your walls apart with his width.

"It's fine," he whispers.

"Fuck, daddy." His pumps stay shallow teasing those nerves just inside the entrance that trigger your lazy eye. "He's gonna see this," you sigh picturing the footage in his hands as Erik slides deeper, your walls hugging him tight. "We can't do this out here."

"It's fine. He'll jack off and not say shit, watch." He slides back and squishes in again as a car drives by.

"Erik!" Your ass hits his stomach.

"Oh, that turn you on? Nasty bitch. That pussy getting wetter."

With arms tied behind you, you moan as he bounces you up and down his length, your kitty suctioning him and squishing with every stroke. Another car drives by, a neighbor further down and you hope they don't call the police.

"Move ya hips, like a lil neighborhood porn star slut. Fuck me."

His hands still grip your neck for leverage. You swivel your hips as he digs in your gut, moving one hand under your dress to rub your clit.

"Now everyone gonna know how we get down," he says in your ear. "Lil slut bitch and her daddy. You happy?" His full lips rest on your ear, his dick filling you completely. "You a happy lil slut?" He hisses and groans, stroking your nub. "It's ok, tell me."

"Fuck, yes daddy..," you moan biting your lip and feeling full, your kitty squeezing as you concentrate on keeping your balance. "Oh god don't stop don't stop, it's right there," you pant.

"Don't cum. Don't you cum, baby.. Hold it in.. Hold it in, baby.."

"Fuhuuck!" You laugh trying to hold it as it attempts to burst free. He stops rubbing but keeps giving those deep strokes.

"Yeah baby? Hold it for me. You like this dick? You like it?"

"I love it, daddy, can I cum?"

"Good lil slut, not yet," he squeezes your neck. You don't want him to stop but if he doesn't-

"Shit. I'm reaching my Iimit."

"My dick small?" He thrusts into you. "Tell me how small that dick is baby."

You look back and up at him as he chokes you and you laugh still impaled and panting. You knew he'd get you back. He's 9 inches. 9 delicious beefy inches and each one is hiked up your pulsing sopping wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.."

"Answer me," he growls, rubbing you again.

"Fuck. Big, daddy. Your dick is so big and juicy in that tight lil pussy, shit. Please can I cum?"

"Cum..," he hums in approval. "Wet ass pussy. That's a good girl." His fingers go straight in your mouth rubbing on your tongue. "You gonna be a good lil girl for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." you nod.

"Shut the door. No, you gonna be baaad tonight. At the party. Daddy like his lil bitch wicked. Now get on your knees and taste that mess you made on this big dick." He moans as you kiss up his shaft and lick it. "Put it in ya mouth. Eat this dick up."

You suck the first three inches, salivating and licking up the spit that drips down his shaft, spitting it back on the top and pushing it with your mouth. "Cum in my mouth," you direct watching him bite his lip as you keep sucking for your own pleasure.

"You want me to cum, baby?"

"Mm," your lashes bat.

"Mm. You deserve a lil candy for Halloween. Go head, suck that cum out my dick."

You suck until it it spits back, leaking semen and you suck some more, swallowing and licking his tip until he pulls it away and kisses you sweetly on the lips. He removes the cuffs and you stretch your arms.

"Pre-game," he whispers leading the way into the kitchen. You both need to change clothes, but there's time. You have hours.

"Pregame!" You sit two shot glasses on the counter and mix coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice, and grenadine while he watches intrigued. You shake it in a tumbler with ice and pour it into the glasses. "It's called a lick my pussy," you smirk raising your glass. His brow raises as you toss it back.

"Bet," he sucks his fingers, the same ones that were on your clit. "Tastes so fuckin good," moans chasing with the shot. It makes your pussy twitch again.

"Boy go get the plant and the grass seed out the trunk!"

"Fine," he laughs heading out. "Pour me another shot I'm tryna be fucked up tonight."

You wait until he gets back to ask, "How we gonna get back if both of us drunk because I'm a be fall off the bone drunk."

"I'll schedule a ride now and we'll be ready to leave at.. what time you think, 12:30ish?"

"Party starts at at 9. That works for me." You raise your glass toasting his that still sits on the table in a clink and tossing it back. Once the safety car is booked, he takes his shot too. "I can't get too drunk before I do my makeup, I'm a look like shit. One more," you pour it up taking it up with you to shower, do your skin routine once more, and start your Akasha makeup with Renaissance on shuffle. It's about the smooth buttery glowing skin with no imperfections. You go full coverage. You build your smoky eye and use your Fenty Trophy Wife for the bright golden highlight, a whiter highlight in your eye corner. Akasha's signature eyebrow and eyeliner combo is done with black eyeliner pen and perfected with gel liner on a thin brush. You put on your fake fangs and take your shot before applying lipstick. Erik uses the shower while your stuff is all over the sink. The lips require contouring and a coral liner/lipstick overlapped with a rosy gloss. You switch wigs to a sleek long and black glueless unit and cover the hairline with Akasha's crown.

Erik stinks up the bathroom taking a shit so you wiggle past his knees leaving your mess of makeup and brushes on the sink. You put on your costume and spray yourself with body oil and highlighting mist. You've nailed the look, you even move your arms like Akasha in the bedroom mirror.

"I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew," you respond to his stare.

Erik is impressed but you wave him off with a lie that he smells like shit. "Why'd you wait until after you showered to shit.. you stanky ass boy."

"Can't help when nature calls."

You watch as he turns himself into a loc'd version of a vampire killer in a black bulletproof vest with silver colored clasps in front and black pants, already looking fine. You want to bite him as he pulls on a long leather Matrix jacket with matching gloves. His cosplay elevates with a black clasp belt, black sunglasses, and clunky punk boots. Thanks to Dave, he's got his hands on a sexy long saber that he waves around like he thinks he's on a movie set. A very sexy sleek sword.

"Ok stop playing with your sword," you smirk, "And let's go get another drink. I know just the one." You grab two small glasses and pour ice, crown royal vanilla, and a can of cherry coke between both. "I don't care how good this party is, it would've been better with me bartending, he don't know I'm that bitch. You better tell him."

Erik sighs, "Aye.. you still got that..???" His brow raises. "That peach cobbler.."

"Oh hell yeah," you run back up the stairs to grab that lube you both like. It was an amazing find. You grab the fake blood while you're at it. Maybe you'll find a use for it.

Meech's house is decorated tastefully like he had help from a woman with style which makes you and Erik wonder what woman he had to do it because he needs to keep her around. It's a red and black vibe with a fog machine, everything you wanted as a child for Halloween but now y'all grown enough to create it yourselves. Erik presents the alcohol the two of you decided to bring as a contribution. You set up a counter of shots with Grateful Dead shots for people to grab at will. It's a 90s rnb, 00s hits, and 10s hip-hop and rnb playlist that has everyone dancing and having a good time.

In the kitchen there's the real soul food: pans of chicken wingettes, ribs, fried catfish, potato salad, 2 pans of mac n cheese, collards, and salad. Erik looks at you and starts to build a plate of everything. You grab two forks. "Uh uh fix your own plate," he holds it away.

"I am Akasha, Queen of the Damned," you say channeling Aaliyah's voice in the movie. He looks visibly turned on and offers you the plate. You make him hold it for you. "You're my little simp tonight." You make him feed you until you take over and feed him back with your fork. Then you both take decide to dance and socialize on your own, meeting up organically.

Meech has a game where everyone has to complete the lyrics to a song or take a dare which is either tossing back a shot, taking a shot off someone's body, or taking a shot of hot sauce. It's fun to watch no matter what the punishment. You don't know the words to Juice WRLD Lucid Dreams or Future Life is good so you drink shots out of Erik's belly button as he giggles and grabs your head like you're finna give him head. You and him know he's serious, but the party think he playing. You snatch his face in your hand and whisper. "Play nice."

He bites at you and your eyebrow arches. He smells like alcohol. You see his fangs. He couldn't give up his grills for the white fangs like you have. Gangsta ass Blade. Sexy mothafucka. You release him ready to find a place more private. "Meet me upstairs," you whisper not asking for permission but sneaking upstairs in Meech's house to his bedroom and throwing his unfolded clothes on the floor to free his unmade bed. Erik appears minutes later holding up the doorframe.

"Looks like it's open season on suckheads. I'll give you something to suck."

You dance to him like Akasha. He draws his sword from his back and you lick your fangs interested to know what he plans on doing with it. How will he defeat you? He's got something in mind. He's been proving himself to be a lot of fun. Not vanilla, but French vanilla with some cinnamon and nutmeg. He raises the sword like he's about to slay you but you raise a clawed hand and he halts dropping the sword. You smirk and reach for it but he kicks it up and grabs it swishing it through the air with you frozen wide-eyed. All you know is he'd better not make a mistake. You wonder how far he'll take it ready to match him.

The sword comes to your neck and your eyes dare him to push it further, deeper into your skin. He takes that challenge to your surprise. The sharp edge digs into your neck near your jugular and you keep your chin raised standing extremely still, your heart suddenly pounding and skin growing goosebumps as you feel something drip and look down. Blood. "There are worse things out tonight than vampires," he whispers in your ear.

"Like what."

"Like me. He licks the blood off the blade and scrapes the edge across the skin of your neck, like a razor. You run your fingers over his bulletproof vest as the blade scratches at your skin like fingernails, down your neck and across your shoulders. When it drags down your breastplate you grab his head and bite into his neck so the sword drops again.

He growls from deep within as your teeth sink into his shoulder next, breaking skin and leaving indentations. Your tongue soothes the bites and you suck leaving behind a bruise. He moans grabbing a fist of your hair at the base of your neck.

"You fuckin bit me.."

"So bite back," you hiss pushing him back. You walk to the bed and beckon him to you. "Now. Come my love. I'll show you how to feasst."

He licks his full lips on the same kinda time you’re on and starts to approach. Your raised hand stops him and he growls once more, impatient.

"Down. Crawl and commme to me," you gaze watching him sink to his knees and seductively crawl as if he's your slave. "You'll do annything for me.." He bites his bottom lip. "Hungry, my love? Get up."

You throw him on the bed and turn him so his head hangs off. You raise your skirt and drop it over his head like a curtain while you grind and bounce on his face like a dick.

"Taste," you command as his face becomes a throne. You feel his tongue at work stroking and flicking, his arms at his side as you smother him with kitty and thighs. "This is the rightful order."

When his tongue flicks your starfish you count it as an accident but he does it again. You don't call it out, but you hear him groan as you press and rub your kitty and your starfish on his tongue, lips, and nose.

"It's juicy?"

His fingers finally dig into your hips and you give him a little air sinking right back down to drown him some more.

"Drink that cum," you order as you squirt on his face covering it in a rush of sticky nectar. He sucks on your clit and you hold down his arms. "Keep eating." You roll your hips and raise up once more hearing his gasp before you smother him again. You give him a face full of booty and let him toss your salad, switching back to the kitty. He'll lick whatever you give him right now. "Take that dick out," you tell him in the meantime. He gets it done fairly quickly. You take your shoes and straddle his hips on the bed in a squat but fall on him. The liquor. At least you have the peach lube it helps you glide. You get on your knees instead and ride reaching out for the bed frame to stabilize yourself. He's in another world as you fuck him with the slippery lube, the peach smell in the air. You slide back up to sit on his face with all your juices wetting his neck. They were starting to dry down on him. He acts like he's eating actual peach cobbler. "Lick me up. Tell me how I taste."

"Delicious," he says deliriously when you hop back on his dick. "Fuckin demon."

You grin. "Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"

"Nasty bitch," he pants as you jump on his dick until he cums hard inside of you. You push it out and suck it off his dick as he twitches. "You bit me," he sighs with a grin showing those sexy grills.

"You cut me," you remind him touching your neck.

"Do you feel a cut? I used your fake blood."

"Well," you scramble. "Oh well."

"I liked it," he admits.

You look around the room and get up to grab a random lighter that's on the nightstand. "Let's keep this," you flick it lighting the flame. "For memories since we probably won't remember in the morning. "

"Bad girl," he teases. "I'll remember."

"Right." He drank more than you and you'd been drinking. You take the lighter and pull him up forcing him to return downstairs before you so it's not obvious. You go minutes later and find him to dance. You grind him in the dim light, your hips twisting as his move behind you. They call the costume contest and the both of you win first place which gets y'all a goody bag with a big thick fluffy brownie.

"Split it tomorrow," he suggests. There are enough snacks to eat at the party, but it's after midnight. You follow Erik outside to meet the car that's coming to pick y'all up when it comes. Erik holds you and lifts the back of your skirt to put his dick in you once more but there are people directly beside you and you quickly pull your skirt back down before he can get his dick out. You grab his face again. "Play nice." His kink is serious. He loves being watched.

By the time you both make it back home, he's ready to fuck some more pulling you to the kitchen floor but he falls asleep on top of you and you're too tired to move. You wake up to daytime and he's gone. When you call to ask where in the house he is he says "At work."

"Why you ain't wake me up," you fuss feeling a monster headache. "You'd already called out but you thought he had too. "You didn't even say you were leaving. Why you hungover at work?!"

"I don't feel bad at all. Granny's hangover tonic. Works every time. I left you some on the stove."

"I don't understand how you can work. You probably don't remember half of last night. You were so drunk you ate my ass."

"You wanted to try it didn't you?."

"Oh." He did remember.

"When I get home I expect God tier head. With the Akasha cosplay."

"You getting a little too zesty for your own good ain't you," you tease.

"You the one wanted me to be more open with my kinks. You saying you can't keep up?"

"A lot of talk," you grin. "I will make you forget your name don't play with me.

"I don't wanna wait, come fuck me," he whispers. New Erik has a strong public sex kink that makes you clench. You get off the floor to put yourself together.

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[ayyezhongli]

dom Ayato x sub Thoma Smut “Failure to follow orders leads to punishment” part 2

PART 1

Category: M/M

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Relationships: Thoma and Ayato

Characters: Thoma and Ayato

Tags: nsfw, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, smut, cockwarming, public sex

It's been a few days since Thoma has gotten back from his little adventure. Thankfully it went successfully, but a part of Thoma wishes it didn't. He layed in his bed tugging at the collar groaning. He began to think what Ayato would've done to him if he failed the mission which made him start to get hot and bothered.

"Fuck."

He said as his breathing got ragged and his pants became uncomfortable.

"I'm just gonna get this over with."

He undid his pants pulling down his boxers. Wrapping a hand around his cock he began to pump himself steadily. He couldn't stop thinking about Ayato. His hand being the one that's wrapped around his cock jacking him off.

"Mmmaster~~"

He mumbled quietly as his pace began to pick up. Subconsciously, he found himself sticking two fingers inside his ass. He arched his back and moaned loudly at the sensation. His fingers thrusted into him as he imagined it was Ayato, slamming his cock inside him again and again, rougher. All he could do was call out his masters name while finger fucking himself. Ayato, fortunately, was in the halls, hearing Thoma's every sound. And oh, it made him so hard. He so badly wanted to watch. See Thoma finger himself and describe what he's fantasizing. And the moment when he heard Thoma cry out his name, he lost it. He walked over, careful not to make a sound, especially while entering inside. God Thoma looked so fucking beautiful. Legs spread wide for Ayato to see. His own fingers deep inside his ass as he pumped his length. Crying out the name of the one standing in front of him.

"M-m-master! F-fuck faster pl-please~!"

Thoma's own fingers drilled into his ass as he whined and begged for the nonexistent dick that was inside him to fill him up so full. Ayato didn't know what to do. Should he stay still and continue to jack himself off and watch Thoma cum by masturbating or step in and fuck him now like a wild animal. Before he could decide, Thoma did it for him.

"MASTER~!! I'M COMING~~!"

Thoma came on both his fingers and stomach panting like the little dog he is. Ayato couldn't help but come as well, shooting his seed all over the bed sheets in front, getting some on the boy. Ayato hissed and Thoma looked at him, face flushed so red that it was impossible to get any reader.

"M-M-m-master!?"

Thoma stuttered, utterly embarrassed.

"H-h-h-how long have you b-b-b-been standing there...!!"

"Long enough."

"Oh shit! I'm screwed! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! What do I do!"

"Master it's not what it looks like?!"

Thoma scrambled across the bed as Ayato stepped closer.

"You know how much I hate liars Thoma. I hate them so much~!!"

"I just made it worse for myself! Fuck!"

"Master I-i-i promise!"

"There's another lie. God, Thoma is it just natural for you to lie so easily to my face like that?"

Thoma whimpered.

"I-i'm sorry master I d-d-didn't mean to!"

"But you did Thoma~"

Ayato crawled onto the bed inching his way closer to Thoma.

"God you don't know how much I enjoyed punishing you last time~..."

Thoma moved back until his back hit the frame and he was cornered.

"And obviously you liked it too~..."

Ayato said, reaching out to Thoma's exposed dick. Thoma winced when Ayato brushed the tip of his dick.

"God, you're so pretty Thoma~..."

Ayato groaned, getting pissed off.

"What do you say when someone gives you a compliment?"

"Th-th-thank you master..."

"You're welcome~ now come here Thoma. I don't bite."

Ayato said, bearing his teeth. Thoma made his way over to Ayato, slowly and being very careful.

"Good little puppy~"

He grabbed Thoma, wrapping him in his arms. He planted soft kisses on Thoma's collarbone, eventually turning into soft biting and marking. He snaked his hands up Thoma's body. When he got to his nipples, he started to pinch and play with them. Thoma cried out, blushing and moaning softly.

"Does that feel good~~"

Thoma nodded his head.

"Use your words Thoma."

"Yes master...!!"

"You're such a cute little puppy."

Thoma moaned out when Ayato twisted one of his nipples hard.

Ayato wrapped one hand around Thoma's length and began pumping him softly.

"Master please..."

"Please what Thoma~?"

"Please, I want more! Please!"

Thoma pleaded.

"Begging already? Hm, I guess."

Ayato's strokes became faster and Thoma became louder. Thoma was getting closer and closer to reaching his climax. Suddenly Ayato covered Thoma's mouth.

"Shhh. I hear someone."

And Ayato was right. A few moments later there was a soft knock at the door.

"Thoma?"

Ayato nudged Thoma removing his hand. Thoma cleared his throat to speak.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"N-n-no. I'm busy at th-the moment."

Ayato grinned and continued to pump Thoma, playing with his other nipple. Thoma whined trying his best to keep his voice in check.

"Oh? Well, can you please inform Lord Kamisato that he has a meeting. It starts in five minutes.

Ayato growled and sunk his nails into Thoma's nipple causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Y-y-yes. I'm fine."

"Ok then."

"I-i-i'll let him kn-kn-know."

"Alright, then, I will be off."

The man said and left.

"For fucks sake!"

Ayato said after the man left. He growled again and pulled away from Thoma, pulling his pants up.

"Get ready, we're gonna go to that stupid meeting."

"But I can't..."

"I never asked if you could. You're going and we have to be early so I can set things up."

"What do you mean?"

Ayato got up and walked out leaving Thoma on his own. He got up and changed following Ayato soon afterwards. When he arrived no one was there besides Ayato and him. Ayato unzipped his pants and gestured Thoma to come.

"Come Thoma. You're gonna be a nice cockwarmer for me ok~?"

Thoma stood there confused.

"I said come here. Listen to me, little puppy. We don't have a lot of time to get ready."

Thoma walked over to Ayato slowly. He pulled down his pants blushing and sat down in his lap. He slowly lowered himself onto Ayato and moaned quietly.

"When the meetings over, i'm gonna fuck you on this desk so hard."

Ayato chuckled when he felt Thoma wrap around him tight.

"You're so slutty for me puppy~~..."

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Lord Kamisato...may we come in?"

"You may enter."

A few people came into Ayato's office sitting at the table.

"Why is he there?"

One of the men pointed to Thoma.

"He's just my housemaid. He passed out and I didn't want to run late for this meeting."

"Can he leave? This is a private meeting."

A fatui member said.

"You asked to meet with me. You're on my time. I suggest you sit down and we'll start this meeting. Ok?"

Ayato said smiling. His smile was filled with anger and annoyance. Thoma could hear the annoyance in Ayato's voice. Everyone sat down and took their positions.

"So...we'd like to make a deal with you."

The meeting went on for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. minutes turned into hours. Occasionally Ayato would thrust up into Thoma causing him to squeak. The meeting went on for too long. Even Ayato himself was getting impatient. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the meeting was drawing close to an end.

"So Lord Kamisato, do we have a deal?"

Another fatui member said as Ayato looked through the papers.

"I'll have to look this over again and think."

One of the fatui members growled, not liking Ayato's response. Ayato knew that if he were to involve the Yashiro Commission in the Fatui's little scheme that things would go south. But if he didn't agree, things would still end up going south. There really was no escape besides preparing and stalling for as long as possible.

"Are you sure you don't want to get this done and over with now?"

"I already told you my decision. Stop pestering me about this and move on with your day. This meeting is officially over."

One of the fatui members got up, getting in a position to fight. Ayato was angered and about to get up to fight back. But having Thoma on his lap prevented that from happening and he calmed down.

"Guards, see these people out."

The guards came in and escorted the Fatui members out. Once they were gone, the room was empty. It was just Ayato and Thoma. No one else, just them.

"My lord..."

Thoma said quietly.

"Yes Thoma?"

"C-can I get off now?"

"No Thoma."

"B-but—"

"But what? I told you that after the meeting I was gonna fuck you."

"Yeah but you're not doing it right now."

Thoma's voice was high pitched making all his words sound and come out like a whine.

"Mhmmm."

Ayato said, smirking to himself.

"Where are you trying to go with that?"

Thoma's face was flushed red as he hid his face into Ayato's shoulder.

"C-c-can you...please...?"

"Please what Thoma? I can't understand you if you don't use your words."

Thoma was gonna have to do a lot better than that. No matter how badly Ayato wanted to fuck Thoma right now he had to wait. Teasing Thoma was his number one priority even though he was running short on his own patience.

"My lord... p-pl-please f-f-fuck me already. P-please!"

Every last ounce of pride Thoma had was all gone now.

"Oh? Someones a needy little slut today~"

Thoma whined  back in response. He's been sitting on Ayato's cock for more than 2 hours straight. And Ayato didn't make it easy for him. Especially since he would randomly thrust up throughout the meeting saying he's "repositioning himself" as an excuse. When he felt Ayato pull out, he almost cried because of how empty it felt. But then, Ayato repositioned Thoma so his legs were spread open. Wide enough for the whole world to see his pathetic display. Thoma was desperate. He needed Ayato back inside him. He craved it. And all Ayato did was just stand there glaring down at him. His gaze was so intense Thoma wanted to squeeze his legs shut.

"Master please..."

Ayato sighed and picked Thoma up. He lowered him back down onto his dick and started to thrust up fast.

"F-f-full..."

Thoma said, moaning loudly.

"You're so good Thoma..."

Ayato thrusted up faster. He wrapped his hand around Thoma's dick and started pumping fast. His other hand started to pinch and toy with the blonde's nipples. Thoma was so close. All the activity going on was overstimulating.

"M-m-master..."

"You're so cute Thoma. Gonna be a good little boy and cum for me~"

Ayato picked up his pace. Thrusting faster as well as moving his hand up and down quicker.

"I'mm gonna~"

"I'm close too~..."

As Ayato got closer and closer to reaching his climax, his movements became sloppier.

"Mmasterr!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!"

"Me too."

They both came together at the same time.

"Good boy."

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[babyharleezy]

Stink Ima need a fic based of this with jack and reader please do what else u want with it cause I know You’ve got them creative ideas and shit 😉 love ya stink hope u like my prompt /idea let me know if ya like it

https://youtu.be/AlLnmrfvhb4

Paparazzi

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: okay im writing a lot of stuff and scheduling lots of fics but i wanted to get this one out tonight. enjoy babes!!

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you and jack were in LA for an important party that was being held by lil nas. of course you were excited to go, it was an excuse to get all dolled up and you loved it. you wore your best outfit and jack wore an amazing suit. "hey babes, how do i look?" you asked your lover as you walked out of the bathroom of your hotel. his eyes trailed up to you, "wow baby you look stunning, i'm sure nas won't mind if we're a few hours late" jack said as he snaked his arms around you. "yeah nas for sure wouldn't mind but i would. let's go handsome" you told jack and he groaned.

thankfully you, jack and urban had made it to the party on time and you mingled with jack and his friends in the industry. you loved seeing him in his element. you were lucky that urban was there because it made you feel a lot more at ease. at least you knew someone other than jack at the party. urban definitely felt the same way about having you around. (bloo's notes: yes i had to write my bby urb in. bite me)

after a few hours of being at this party for a few hours and mingling with many people jack had decided he was tired. at some point you had separated from the boys and found yourself in a conversation with saweetie and megan thee stallion. jack and urban wandered around a bit and tried to find you. they both knew that you were in good hands with saweetie and meg that they didn't worry too much about you. as you were listening to what the beautiful women in front of you had to say, you were interrupted by a familiar voice. "sorry to interrupt you ladies but i was just here to see if y/n was ready to go, we do have a flight back home tomorrow" jack said politely. "oh yeah we should head to the hotel. it was nice getting to catch up with you two" you told the ladies and you all had said your goodbyes.

making your way outside the venue, hand and hand. the paparazzi was insane tonight. jack made sure that both you and urban were close behind him. you three always had a system when going out. jack in front, you in the middle, and urban behind you both. somehow the paparazzi had became too much and got in between you and jack, pushing you away which made you stumble back. you let out a little shriek, getting caught off guard. thankfully urban was behind and didn't let you fall to the ground. he made sure you were all right.

"hey! y'all need to calm down. y'all can't be pushin my girl around like that. i understand y'all are doing your job but i need y'all to calm the fuck down" jack yelled at the paparazzi. you finally made your way to jack and your hands made its way into his once again. as you got into the car you heard many people say "sorry y/n, sorry jack, sorry urban".

"you okay babe" jack asked the minute the three of you stepped into the black SUV. "yeah baby im good. urb made sure i didn't bust my ass" you laughed. "thank you urb for having her back, i fucking hate when they get all up in our personal bubble" jack sighed. the rest of the night the three of you decided to get ready for the flight back to Louisville. the night had already been crazy enough and the only thing on your mind was sleeping in bed, cuddling up next to your lover. you were grateful for urban for breaking your fall and you were grateful that jack was there to defend you and put the invasive paps in their place.

as you got into bed, jack was already lightly snorning, before you turned the light off you placed a light kiss to his temple and admired his sleeping figure. 'god he is gonna be the end of me' you thought to yourself.

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[yanderelovlies]

Joseph with his big boobed make up artist love, one morning while getting made up they're leaning in front of him fixing up the area around his wig and he contemplates if it's worth it to shove his freshly made up face between their beautiful rack and says "fuckit" goes for it. He shoves his face right in their cleavage and pulls away admiring the perfect print of his nose and cheek up. They blush and tell him off saying they'll have to fix him before he can go on!

I'm so fucking in love with this is I'm gonna treat it as a chat, and if you give it to me when my requests are open I will write it as a headcanon.

Anywho!

Honestly his s/o being his makeup artist is my favorite thing because I can imagine him 100% doing this. As she bends down to adjust his hair he comes face to face with her chest. God they were so tempting especially when you put then in his face like that.

Now Joseph doesn't have the patients like current day Jack. So he doesn't really mull over the question of if he should or not for very long till his face ultimately lands in your boobs.

While he is there he leaves little kisses, bites, and the occasional hickey before you pull him off. When you turn to the mirror to look at the damage he had done you let outba sigh. Not only didbhe leave behind black blue marks, but he also left the clown make-up you worked so hard to put on him in the first place.

You turned to him with a glare, and your hands on your hips. However, he paid no mind to it. He was pleased with his handy work. It looked REALLY good on you. All he did was smile at your and shrugged.

"Sorry Doll I couldn't help it."

He is such an ass about it for the rest of the day too. You may be able to wipe off the makeup, but the love bites are there to stay. He will look so prideful all day, and even have pep in step for the day. Giving knowing smirks to whoever walked out of their dressing room with fresh makeup.

Everyone knows who the pretty little makeup artist belongs to.

Oh also! If there are any artist who is willing to allow me to use art they have of joesph (credit will always be given at the beginning) please message me and we can talk about it!

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[sebastiansluts]

Hi!! I love your work. Would you be able to do sub!bucky getting pegged by dom!reader with the prompt "you're gonna have to ask me nicely or you won't get it at all." You can add anything else you want. Thank you!💕

Hi! Thank you so much! ❤️

Bucky Barnes x Reader; sub!bucky, pegging

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You had Bucky pressed against the wall of the bedroom, your hand down his pants as you jacked his dick roughly. His shirt was up around his arms, trapping them above his head, leaving his chest free for you to nip at. His jeans were open and hanging around his hips, which were bucking into your grip.

"Did you want something sweet boy?" you asked mockingly, Bucky whining as you took one of his nipples into your mouth, sucking on it.

"Oh my god fuck me," he babbled, staring down into your eyes, his hazy with lust.

"Try again," you chided, biting down on his nipple, making him yelp.

"Please! Please fuck me doll, I'll be good, promise, just need you to fuck me," Bucky begged, legs shaking as he tried not to come, your hand still jerking his dick, playing with the slit.

"Good boy, very nicely done," you laughed, letting go of his dick and ignoring his whines as you stepped away and said, "Get naked and on the bed Bucky." He scrambled to obey, throwing his clothes to the side and crawling on the bed on his hands and knees as you grabbed your strap-on from the closet, pulling the lube out of the drawer.

You stood behind Bucky, soothing his whimpers with a hand to his thigh, stroking his flank. "I'm here sweet boy, just gotta get you ready." You lubed up your fingers and pressed them his hole, sliding one in all the way, making him gasp.

"Yeah, I know baby, you love this," you murmured as Bucky pressed back on you, pleading.

"More, please doll, I can take it, just fuck me," Bucky groaned as you added a second finger, scissoring them and stretching him out.

"You're gonna have to ask me nicely or you won't get it at all," you muttered, pushing a third finger in and making Bucky keen.

"Please! Fuck me, I need it, fucking crave it doll. Love it when you're deep inside me," he cried, fucking himself back on your fingers. You pulled them from him, slapping his ass lightly when he whined.

"Don't make me change my mind," you warned, and he quieted, biting his lip. You slipped off your clothes and pulled on the harness as you said, "Good boy," and stroked his ass. Then you lubed up your dildo, pressing the tip to Bucky's slightly open and wet hole.

You heard Bucky breathe out and that's when you pressed in, tip popping in. You paused, but Bucky gasped, "More," so you pushed your hips forwards, hands gripping his tightly, as the dildo slid in another few inches.

Bucky shuddered, his hole clamped tight around the dildo. "Please, just wreck me," he whispered, voice soft and high.

"There we go, that's my sweet boy, finally asking nicely," you praised, slamming your hips forwards, burying yourself to the hilt as Bucky moaned.

You started a quick, hard pace, that had Bucky scrambling to grip the sheets in his fists, struggling not to rip them in his metal hand as you brushed past his prostate. His whole body jolted and you grinned.

"Oh, there it is, found your sweet spot didn't we sweet boy? You wanna come for me baby?" you asked over the sound of skin slapping together.

"Yes! Please let me come doll, I've been good," Bucky pleaded, collapsing down onto his forearms, head hanging as you reached around and grabbed his dick.

"Ohmygod thank you, thank you," Bucky babbled, hips rocking back into your thrusts and forwards into your hand.

"Yeah, that's it sweet boy, fuck yourself on my strap, make yourself come baby, all over my hand so you can lick off," you goaded, tightening your grip and twisting, making Bucky hiss through clenched teeth as he came, frantically fucking himself back on the dildo.

When he was twitching from overstimulation, you let go of his dick and slowly pulled out of his stretched hole. He slumped forwards, body sliding along the mattress as he collapsed, body loose.

You took off the strap, climbing onto the bed at the headboard, Bucky's head between your legs. He lifted his head, staring directly at your bare pussy, licking his lips.

"Need me to say thanks doll?"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #smut #no y/n #reader insert

[aerodaltonimperial]

Location prompt Tattoo parlour

Yeah, it stings, but honestly, Hook's had worse; he gets knocked around by people enough in the ring that the feel of a metal jabbing through his skin really fails to register much on his pain threshold any longer. At least that's what he keeps telling himself as he stares up at the ceiling, the neutral location that keeps him from hyperfixating on what feels like a freaking elephant needle going into the top of his foot.

Okay. So all those posts on the internet were right. The top of his foot is so much fucking worse. Hook balls his hands into fists against the reclining chair and closes his eyes.

"Hurts like shit, huh," Jack says.

"I'm going to murder you," Hook replies.

"Dude, this was your thing. Also, can I point out? Again, I might add. That it's weird to get a tattoo for someone and then...not bring that person with you?"

"It's supposed to be a surprise," Hook bites out through clenched teeth. Holy fuck, the artist is just gouging pieces of his flesh off at this point, isn't he.

"Uh, okay, yeah, it will be, since you haven't talked to him since September. Y'know. Just puttin' that out there."

Hook might die. This might be what kills him. He opens his eyes and glares at the ceiling tiles. "I'mma punch your teeth in."

"You gonna do it while crying, cause your eyes are sort of ...getting glassy there."

"Are not."

Jack makes a little noise, a hum, and leans forward. "You gonna cry? Hold on, let me get my phone out, this calls for a photo."

"Do not," Hook seethes, but his eyes really are starting to prick at the corners. Shit.

"I'll put it on Insta and tag you," Jack says. There's a little click from his phone. "It'll be perfect. Drive him nuts."

"Jack, I swear to god—"

"Oh my god, I'm joking. Jesus. Calm down. Dude's gonna jerk the needle and end up having to fix the whole thing if you get all jumpy, and that'll really hurt." A pause, and then Jack adds: "Hope this pain is worth it."

It will be. It will be. Hook closes his eyes again, and focuses on the memory here, the date being inked beneath his skin, the night that will remain etched in his ribs for eternity.

#tag so you don't lose this shit

[real-hot-grl-shi]

!! oc belongs to @buggieplant !! Check it out !! 💕

prt twoo !!

!! Warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, m!dom, f!sub, degradation, m! masturbation, Dennis being a bitch at the start, etc.

a/n !! Best believe that I'm not gonna translate this bc there's so much to translate, so just put it into any translator besides Google translate bc it gives wrong answers lol 👸🏾 !!

Her eyes dilated and her face turned the smallest shade of pink to that nickname, god how she loved that. "What? You don't have anything to say, mami?" Dennis cooed, letting his hand drop to his girlfriend's clothes clit and rubbing it agonizingly slow, triggering her to grit her teeth let out a small whimper.

The lights in Dennis'lab were dimly lit, giving the room an eerie loo. Multiple screws, tools, and inventions were on several, wide, different desks, outlining the perimeter of the workshop. While there were tools and robots, there was a variety of plants on floating counters as well, giving the room a calm undertone despite the shady look.

But Victoria didn't care, she just wanted to get her brains fucked out by her boyfriend like any other slut would.

"D-dennis.. touch me more.." Victoria begged, grinding her crotch harder against his hand before he suddenly swiped it away, immediately alerting her and causing her to look up at Dennis with a glare.

"¡¿Qué cojones?! Dammit Dennis!!- Ngh!!" Dennis roughly yanked her forward, triggering her to whimper in pain and pleasure. "¿Lo quieres, princesa?" He asked, trailing his hands down her body, feeling each and every lump and curve. Victoria frantically nodded before attempting to grind against the taller figure.

From that acceptance, Dennis immediately hoisted Victoria upward, yanked off her panties and tossed them on the floor, licking a long line up her sex making her let out a high moan. "Oh? you're so loud, aren't you? Come on, make so more noises for me, yeah?" Dennis asked, looking up at her with lidded eyes and giving her a wink before sticking his tongue into her entrance, her walls clamping tightly on the cold piercing on Dennis' tongue, triggering Victoria to moan in shock and sudden pleasure.

"Qué puta de mierda, I can't wait to try this new thing on you." Dennis hissed, grabbing something from his main desk before setting Victoria on the edge of it and getting on top of me."I-is it new?" She asked, wrapping her legs around Dennis hips, slowly pulling his sweats off to take a look at his throbbing cock. "Mhm" Dennis hummed, grinding against my entrance, and biting her neck making him groan softly and Victoria scream in pleasure.

"S-stop teasing me D-dennis!!" She moaned, shutting her eyes from the pleasure. "If that's what my disgusting slut wants." Dennis said, before letting go of me and grabbing..a vibrator? " She leaned toward Dennis while pressing her bare chest against his as a attempt to break his confidence.

"You did all of that for me, baby?~"

It didn't work,

Instead it made his ego increase.

"Porque sabía que a tu sucio culo le gustaría esta mierda, ¿no? Contéstame maldita puta."

Dennis answered, using two fingers to lift up her chin, making Victoria whimper from the names.

He's so fucking hot.

And she wanted him to shove his dick inside her immediately, fuck the foreplay.

"S-shut up." She stuttered, having a pout on her face before abruptly moaning loudly and having a wave of pleasure hit her like a train due to Dennis shoving the vibrator inside her. "D-Dennis!!!" She yelled, grabbing onto his shoulders as support. "oh? you like that, Cariño? Yeah? You do? Come on, moan louder for me slut." Dennis said, laced with a mocking tone, starting to jack himself off to her moans.

"¡¡Joder!! ¡¡Es demasiado!! ¡¡Dios, Dennis!!" She cried out, burying her head into his neck and thrusting up against the toy, making him let out a chuckle before starting to do the same, shifting his hips forward, making her yelp in pleasure and Dennis groan lowly, hitching his breath in pleasure.

"¡¡O-Oh!! Dios, Dennis por favor sube el volumen al maximo! por favor Dennis!!" Victoria begged, gripping Donnie's shoulders and scratching at it, leaving deep and visible marks on his skin.

"Whatever you say, but you asked for this." Dennis warned, grabbing the vibrator with his free hand and holding it in his hand, and swinging it around his index finger, making even more desperate due to his teasing.

Suddenly, Dennis turned up the vibrator to the max making Victoria scream in the sudden pleasure, letting their grip go on Dennis' shoulders from the endless vibrations inside them and cumming all over Dennis' crotch. "Aahhah!!!-" "Shut your mouth, no one wants to hear that shit." Dennis purred, before grunting, letting Victoria know that he was getting close. "A-are you getting close baby?.." Victoria cooed, still stuttering due to her just climaxing from the vibrator.

"Y-yeah.. g-goddamn!" Dennis moaned out, stroking his cock even harder, trying to make himself climax as well. Victoria bit their lip from the noises and the view right in front of their eyes that they had no choice but to get themselves off once more."Ugh...I-i'm gonna!- fuck!! Ngh!!~"

Dennis moaned, cumming all over Victoria's lips, making them yelp in shock from the sudden extra layer of warmth dabbed across their pantie line down to their entrance.

"Fuck, Cariño... God you treat me so well.."

#pink #i want dick #black art #black oc #my eyes burn #smut #transgender oc #trans oc #across the spiderverse #spidersona #i hate tags #dunno what else to tag #hmmmm #oh well #luv u mwah #lovely moots 💕 #moots <3 #I love mitsuri

[uweiy]

Upside to the down - Chapter 3

chapter number 5 on ao3

<previous

Steve hears the floorboards creaking around 11 o'clock. Just as he thinks that this cannot possibly be— Eddie turns up in the kitchen, leaning on the walls. "Hi there. I'm the sleeping beauty." 

"How" Steve mouthes, incredulous.

"See I was kinda hoping you'd say 'Hi there, sleeping beauty' and then I would have said 'are you talking to... me?' and you'd have said 'yes'. But I knew you wouldn't, so I did it myself. Really gotta do eeeverything around here."

"Whoah hold on," Steve makes a 'slow down buddy' gesture with his hands. "I'm gonna be... ignoring everything you just said.  How the fuck did you manage to get down the stairs?"

Eddie shrugs, smiling a little as he lets himself fall onto the kitchen chair opposite Steve. "Oh you know. Only took me, like 45 minutes?"

"You could have called."

"Eh, no biggie. I am here, am I not?"

Eddie looks around and whistles admiratively. "So this is the Harrington house huh? Hits different, seeing it. If you had told little old me two weeks ago I would find myself here, I never would have believed it.'

"Alright, alright—" Big boy. Steve's cheeks heat up at the memory. He decides against using this phrase. 

Then remembers he was about to bite into a piece of toast, and says,"Oh yeah, Help yourself,"instead.

The table is dressed with toast, sunny side up eggs, bacon, some fresh tomatoes and coffee, and Eddie looks at him as if to ask "you sure?"

 Steve just tilts his head towards the food. "Yeah! Go ahead."

 Eddie doesn't need to be told twice. A wild look crosses his eyes and he snatches a piece of toast in a brink of an eye, and starts inhaling the food at lighting speed. "Oh my god this is so good," he practically moans, as he takes a sip of coffee and helps himself a second serving, with eggs. "I was starving."

Surviving off canned food for one week would probably have that effect on somebody. 

While Eddie's replenishing his energy, Steve updates him on the situation, starting with the good news. Eddie hums along, to show he's listening, even with his mouth full.

Steve waits a little until Eddie has his stomach at least a little bit full.

"Henderson did have a point though,"Steve drops, as casual as possible, watching Eddie. "Why did you, do that. I thought we agreed not to be heroes."

Eddie stops chewing abruptly. He slowly sets his piece of toast down and leans back on the chair, avoiding Steve's eyes.

"I mean, you of all people, didn't owe this town jack shit." Steve continues. "But you took everything in stride and just...rolled with it." 

Eddie takes a cherry tomato between two of his fingers.

"Yeah well," Eddie sets the tomato down again, rolling it on his plate with his index finger, "kind of accustomed to things not going my way, is all."

Steve feels like there is more coming, so he stays silent, hoping it encourages Eddie to keep talking. 

"I just... Didn't want to run. You know Chrissy, she" emotion crosses Eddie's face, his voice getting tight. "She was so... Nice," he huffs. "Guess one really shouldn't judge people on clichés right?" He briefly looks up at Steve.  

"Anyway," Eddie clears his throat. He chucks the cherry tomato into his other hand, and then back.  "She was nice to me and look where that got her. She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve to just be, left there."

"You didn't deserve what happened to you either," bursts out of Steve, before he can help it. Surprise briefly crosses Eddie's features at the sudden outburst, but Steve doesn't falter. He stands by his point.

"Whatever man." Eddie shrugs it off. "If someone had to go out, It always would have been me. I mean. Even of all this Vecna shit didn't happen, it's not like I had much of a future you know? High school dropout, murder suspect and all." 

He looks up to the ceiling with a self-deprecating smile, blinking rapidly, as if tears were coming on and he was fighting very hard to hold them back.

It breaks Steve's heart.

"God I am dying for a smoke," Eddie says, voice slightly jittery.

"Nuh uh. Robin will kill me if I let you. Just eat that damn tomato instead."

This gets a chuckle out of Eddie, and the mood is lightened, briefly.

They sit in comfortable silence for a few seconds, before Steve speaks up again. 

"You know, Henderson... he never once gave up on you. He promised you it was going to be all right. We promised you. So... don't give up on yourself either, alright?"

Steve leans forward. "And if anyone comes for you? They come for us. And we, have got you.

"Look, what happened to Chrissy, It's not your fault man. And sometimes... Sometimes running is the right thing to do. The real question is who wouldn't run in that situation." 

Steve thinks a little, then adds "One of us excepted, cause we've been through this kind of thing before, and it has kind of... damaged our brains I think."

"Yeah for sure," Eddie snorts. "You are allllll—" he draws it out, then whispers "nuts."

"Welcome to the club," Steve laughs easily.

His eyes slowly drift away, until they land on the clock hanging on the wall, and he bolts upright.

"Oh shit, I have to get to work."

He stands up quickly, and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair.

"Make yourself at home," he tells Eddie while he puts it on. "Just... Try not to  touch my parents' stuff." 

"Can't promise that" Eddie says innocently. 

Steve rolls his eyes.

He pauses, and turns back as he's reached the Kitchen doorframe.

"You have people who care about you, Munson.

"I know we haven't really... Talked much, beyond those past what, 4 days, so I don't know if this means something to you but... I'm glad you're still here."

Eddie blinks, taken aback.

They look at each other.

"Thanks Harrington," Eddie says eventually.

Steve nods briefly. Then he's off.

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Read on ao3

AO3 has two more contextual chapters between the 1 and 2 Tumblr chapters. That is why the numbering is different.

#forgot to post it yesterday whoooops #breakfast at Steve's house and some conversations #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[drinkingpoison]

Proselfship Advent day Nineteen: Cooking a big dinner together 🥧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

Gonna go back to Jack and Alto for this one, because I miss my self indulgent silly guys ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗

Obligatory I don't care if they're ooc this is for me ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ For some reason I fear people judging me about these two.

Why did Jack agree to have some holiday get together at his family home? Why did he allow his boyfriend of all people to come over and help prepare for it? At this moment, with his older brother banished from the kitchen to decorate the rest of the house, and him being instructed to plant his ass in a stool and stay there, all he could feel was regret. Elbows propped up on the counter, he watched the blond scurry back and forth through half lidded eyes, giving up on trying to prevent him from absolutely wrecking the kitchen long ago.

"Do you even have any fuckin' eggs? And where's the baking powder? I need powder, not soda, Jack. They do different things -"

"I don't know, dear. Do we need to make another trip to the store?"

"We don't have time for that! We need to be making dinner, not getting supplies!"

Dim light glinted off the pointed teeth that were suddenly being flashed in Jack's face, Alto slamming his hands against the counter and leaning so close he could slice the other man's nose with those chompers, lips twisted into a ridiculously deranged grin. Why did he always have to overreact when they tried to accomplish the simplest tasks?

"I think you need to calm down and brea -"

"I'm going to eat your face off. And cook your meat into a delicious entree. Come here."

"Oh my god - get off the fucking counter!"

"Face the consequences of your actions."

Agile as a drunken donkey, Jack stumbled to his feet and knocked his stool over in the process, immediately trying to run from the tiny man-like thing currently lunging over the counter like a cat. Narrowly avoiding a mauling for now, he managed to scramble his way into the kitchen, trying to keep some distance and at least one piece of furniture between him and Alto.

Landing on all fours on the opposite side now, it was on his feet and in pursuit in an instant, teeth bared as he whipped around and made another lunge for his prey.

"Get back here motherfucker!"

"We're supposed to be cooking! Making a nice dinner - remember!? Ow! Fuck fuck fuck you!!"

He'd stumbled over his feet in their silly, Scooby-doo-esque chase around the kitchen, the little slip up definitely costing him. Being knocked to the ground in a second flat, all he could really do was scream and curse as those knife-like teeth sunk into his shoulder.

"God fucking dammit I'm sorry! I'm sorry now let me go!!"

"Mm.. you'd really be helping me out if I could cook you into the meal. It'd be delicious."

It may have released the bite, but Alto was still perched on his back, eyes glimmering with the excitement of a hunt as he gazed down at it's catch.

"I want - I want to eat dinner. That's not fair."

"Hmmm, are you going to keep your mouth shut and help me find what I need?"

"Yes! Yes, fuck, I promise - I'll be good."

"Atta'boy."

With a simple pat on the head, Alto allowed the bleeding man to stumble to his feet, taking his sweet time to lick the blood from his lips before making a move to take care of the wound it'd caused.

"It's gonna be delicious. Maybe I'll make some blood pudding."

#proselfshipadvent #proselfship #📓 #🪁 #throws this and runs #🫀