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[mtmcguire]

Come with me on a journey through my exciting life!

Obviously, I use the word, ‘exciting’ advisedly, the ironic implication being somewhat the reverse. This week, I have mostly been … running around like a blue-arsed fly! As previously implied, it’s not exciting and sadly it’s not even that funny either. But this is my blog, so I can do what I sodding well like, which means I’m going to tell you about it anyway. On the Mum front … more admin…

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[eddiethehunted]

i want you to touch it softly (ao3)

believe it or not, this one isn't a wip, it's COMPLETE! rated: m (to be safe, tbh could probably be rated t) | cw: drug use, horny discussion, eddie has a thing for his hair getting pulled (implied) | wc: 1.6k | robin/vickie mentioned, platonic stobin, mutual pining, steve being into hair care and skincare, idiot4idiot, the usual <3 title from ariana grande 'my hair'

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Steve’s curled into a corner of the couch, watching the movie with glazed eyes, his knees drawn up to his chest. Robin’s feeling a little buzzed herself, laying on her side on the other end of the couch, with Eddie sat cross legged on the floor in front of her, scribbling away in a notebook.

Without really thinking much about it, she reaches forward and starts playing with Eddie’s hair. He startles at first, glancing over his shoulder, but she just smiles at him and twirls a curl around her finger and he relaxes, so she doesn’t stop.

“Okay, I have to know,” she says, because really, Eddie’s curls are beautiful, just really dry and frizzy and she’s stoned and nosy and curious. “Is this a perm? Or is it natural?”

Eddie looks offended, shooting her a reproachful look over his shoulder and saying, “It’s natural.”

She nods, twirling a piece around her finger again. She can see Steve on the other end of the couch looking over sulkily. Jealous. She thinks it’s adorable, the way Steve quickly looks away when she glances over at him.

“It’s so crunchy,” Robin says, “how much hairspray do you have in here?”

Another affronted look. “None! I just washed my hair before I came here.”

It’s still a bit damp around the roots, so she knows he’s not lying. She gets her fingers really in it, pulls his head back a little bit, and he makes this weird sound in the back of his throat. It’s something between pleased and irritated, like when you pet a cat that can’t decide if it wants to purr or claw at your hand.

Steve huffs and pretends he’s still watching the movie, but Robin bets he’s jealous as hell right now. He has expressed to Robin several times how badly he wants to be allowed to play with Eddie’s hair but he can’t because that’s weird and guy friends don’t do that and he doesn’t want to make Eddie uncomfortable.

As if Eddie doesn’t melt into a puddle of horny lovesick goo the second Steve so much as brushes against him.

It’s not really her place to tell him how many times Eddie has complained to her about his own pathetic crush, though, so she never does. Just lets them both lament and pine and complain to her about how badly they want each other, and how sad and tragic and woeful their lives are that it’ll never be requited love. Pats Eddie’s shoulder when he covers his face and whisper screams into his hands when Steve walks by wearing those stupid jock shorts and lets Steve lay his head in her lap and whine about Eddie’s arms and his hands and his mouth and—kinda just everything.

(It’s only fair, though. They’ve both heard enough of her salivating over the short skirts Vickie always wears on their dates. And that one low cut shirt she wears that shows off her cute tits. The least she can do is listen, even if it kinda makes her want to bash her head into the wall sometimes.)

Steve likes hair, she knows. Skincare too. He likes products and he understands skin types and hair textures pretty well, considering she’s sure he’s never learnt anything cosmetic-related, at least not formally. He put her on some new shampoo a few months ago and her hair’s never been so soft and healthy and wavy before.

Eddie’s hair is dry. It’s kinda fried, even. It’s brittle and tangled and not really rough to the touch, but definitely not as soft as it could be, and she knows it drives Steve insane. Like, Steve likes Eddie’s hair like it is—she’s sat through way too many sexually frustrated rants about how badly he wants to mess it up—but he knows how to help it, and he wants to, because it’s like, his love language or something.

“Damn. Your hair is dry.” Robin glances sidelong at Steve again, trying to project her thoughts into his mind. “You should use a hair mask or something.”

“Some of us are poor,” Eddie says indignantly, jerking his head away. He scoots closer to Steve’s side of the couch, out of her reach, and glowers at her as he pulls his notes to the other side of the coffee table. “My hair’s fine, thank you very fucking much.”

“I’m poor too, dumbass,” Robin points out. “I just steal Steve’s stuff.”

Steve snorts, letting his head loll back against the back of the couch, his eyelids heavy. He’s been quiet all night—he gets that way sometime when he’s high, just stops talking and sits there, quietly listening to whatever’s going on around him—but he speaks up for the first time in over an hour to mumble, “Not stealing if I’m givin’ it to you.”

“Whatever,” Robin says, waving a hand. “Touch Eddie‘s hair, dude. It’s crispy.”

Eddie shoots a desperate, betrayed look at her, then says to Steve, “I will bite your hand off, Steve.”

“Mhm, bet you will,” Steve says, ignoring the warning, because Eddie is all cozy in his plaid PJ pants and Steve’s old hoodie and therefore about as threatening as a small gerbil, “lemme see.”

He reaches out to touch with only the faintest flush on his cheeks. It could easily be blamed on his high, but Robin knows him as well as she knows the back of her own hand. Steve is absolutely losing his shit right now. He’s just really good at hiding it.

“Dry,” he confirms. His hand lingers in Eddie’s hair and Robin notices that Eddie doesn’t bristle nearly as much when Steve’s the one with his hand all wrapped up in it.

Rude. But understandable.

“What the hell,” Eddie complains, but he sounds decidedly less irritated and a whole lot more flustered now. He’s nowhere near as good at hiding it as Steve.

Robin hides a smile when she notices how he’s not doodling in the margins of his paper anymore, but instead twisting a ring around his finger and staring hard at the wall.

Okay, she's more than aware of the fact that she started this, but she’s starting to think that maybe she should, like, go. Give them some privacy or whatever. Save herself of having to experience this.

“Th’s’not a bad thing,” Steve murmurs in his soupy, slow, stoned voice. Robin might not be into guys at all—especially not Steve, he’s like, Steve—but she’s not an idiot, she can tell in a purely observational way how the gravely sound of it could be sexy. She’s not completely oblivious.

Neither is Eddie, apparently, because there’s a strange glazed look in his eyes that Robin is sure has nothing to do with the weed in his system. His adam’s apple bobs as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, tugging a bit near the roots to pull Eddie’s head closer.

Eddie goes willingly. Quietly. Steve looks delighted, a big stupid smile on his face.

She is seriously such a genius. Steve owes her, seriously.

“Not a bad thing,” Eddie echoes.

“No, s’nice like this anyway.” Steve gathers it all into one hand, like a ponytail, before letting it fall slowly, playing with it like that over and over as goosebumps break out over Eddie’s neck.

“How do I—” Eddie sounds like he’s choking, the back of his ears and neck bright red. “Uh—make it better?”

“A hair mask might help,” Steve says, rolling onto his side so he can get both hands in Eddie’s hair. He’s too out of it to notice the violent shudder that tears through Eddie’s body. “You should do a porosity test.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie says blankly. Robin nearly cackles. Eddie has no fucking clue what’s going on. He checked out the second Steve got his hands in his hair.

“That’s the one where you see if your hair floats?” she prompts, when it’s clear Eddie isn’t going to say anything else, too dumbfounded to process anything that Steve’s saying to him.

“Mmmhm.” Steve gives a little smile, pleased that she remembers, and of course she does.

Eddie’s eyes shut and he presses his lips into a firm line at the sound of Steve’s agreement, like he’s fighting some kind of demons inside. Steve’s still got his hands buried in Eddie’s hair, eyes glassy as he watches the frizzy strands run through his fingers.

“Maybe high porosity. Feels rough.” He tugs a little, maybe on accident, or maybe he’s too stoned to think better of it. “Wanna try a hair mask?”

“Uh,” Eddie says.

Robin kicks him, not at all subtly, and he coughs, straightening up a little bit.

“Uh, yeah,” he chokes out. “Um… if you think it’ll help, I guess. Why not.”

God, Eddie owes her too. She’s such a good friend.

Steve’s hands fall from Eddie’s hair as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, somewhat clumsily. He catches Robin’s eye, biting his lip in an excited smile, and she grins back, giving him a thumbs up.

“If the pizza shows up there’s cash in my wallet,” Steve tells her, getting to his feet and offering his hand to an absolutely flustered-looking Eddie. “C’mon, gonna show you how to take care of those pretty curls.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open, gaping like a fish out of water. Robin can’t help but snicker, grinning wider when he shoots her a bewildered, panicked look over his shoulder as Steve tugs him towards the stairs.

She curls into her corner of the couch, pulling the blanket closer to her chin and putting her focus back onto the movie as she waits for the doorbell to ring. Grease is always a classic, and, well, whatever happens between her two favourite idiots next is really none of her business.

She does turns up the volume, though. Just in case.

#steddie fic #steddie #THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER #updated with ao3 link

[kteezy997]

6 Months- Part Nine//t.c.

Warnings: smut, oral sex F receiving, fingering, oral sex M receiving, intense sex, tit slapping, mention of violence, Timmy with a black eye, possessive Timmy, degradation, cursing

A/N: This one is long, but I love how it’s turned out. You won’t regret reading until the end💞

"I'm not saying 'I love you' to try to get you to say it back, I just feel it. And I don't want to waste this moment, Cam. Don't feel pressured by me. It's not my intention."

Cam nodded at him, then she stepped forward, taking him by the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss.

Timmy was ready for that kiss, he pulled her in just as she did him. He bit her lip, making her moan. They pulled away, both with swollen lips and ragged breaths. Looking in each other's eyes, they knew that they weren't going to bed to sleep, not for a while anyway.

He pulled off the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, leaving her completely nude and he shoved her onto the bed.

Cam lay there on her back watching him undress. She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together.

Timmy got naked as well and pushed her upward on the bed so he could climb on top. He spread her legs, then used his fingers to spread her folds. He touched her clit with the pads of his fingers, slowly at first, achingly slow.

She started to whimper, the anticipation was making her more needy. She moved her hips in sync with the movement of his fingers.

He lowered himself, placing his face between her legs.

She gasped softly as she felt his breath on her pussy.

He kept his eyes on her face and stuck his tongue out, lapping on her clit.

Cam threaded her hand into his hair as she took a sharp breath.

Timmy gave her tender clit a long suck, then wiggled his tongue against it, back and forth at a rapid pace.

She felt twinge after twinge of pleasure. She found it hard to keep still, but he held her down.

He licked and nibbled at her clit and dragged his tongue between her folds. He spit on her pussy, then inserted his fingers inside her.

Cam threw her head to the side. She grasped the comforter on either side of her. She whimpered like a little bitch, but she didn't care.

Timmy pumped his fingers in and out of her. Already, she was so wet that he could hear the sinful noise of his fingers working her. "You're so fucking wet, baby."

"Ahh!" she cried, writhing on the bed as his fingers went deeper.

He stopped fingering her abruptly and flipped her over on all fours. He slid his cock into her slick opening instantly, bucking his hips.

Cam moaned and pressed her face into the pillows.

Timmy leaned down and pushed her down by placing hand between her shoulder blades.

She arched her back, with her ass upwards. As he started to fuck her harder, she gripped the sheets. She brought her hand up to her clit, rubbing herself.

After a while, Timmy stopped, just looking at her: bent over and horny as hell, at his mercy. He bent down to lap at her dripping pussy again, this time from behind.

"AH, mmm." she cooed, shaking a little and breathing hard. Her moan, fueled by her first orgasm, was muffled by the plushness of the pillow.

"Good girl." he praised, letting her fall over onto her back. He cupped her cheek, kissed her on the lips and he felt her hand on his cock.

She was able to use her own wetness that was still on him to stroke his cock.

Timmy moaned, and started to softly move his hips, fucking himself in Cam's hand.

She moaned as she took him in her mouth, lathering him up with her saliva as she sucked.

He grabbed her by the hair, and he threw his head back, licking his lips.

Cam fondled his balls gently as she pumped him in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck." he muttered, combing back his falling curls.

She took his cock out of her mouth, spitting on it and molding her hand around the tip, stroking him again as she grinned up at him. She then teased his slit with the tip of her tongue.

He couldn't take anymore. He shoved her away from his cock, on her back. He took ahold of her left leg, propping it up against him and he straddled her other leg and entered her once more. He held onto her thigh and fucked her hard and fast.

"Mmm, fuck! Timmy!" she yelled as she was being rocked by him.

It was a wet sticky mess between them, he slipped in and out of her effortlessly. He slapped her on the right tit, making her yelp softly. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." he huffed, putting a hand on her ribcage for leverage and he drilled into her with deep, fast strokes.

Cam panted, put her hand to her clit and rubbed out her orgasm as Timmy shoved his cock all the way inside of her and came himself. She let her head crash back against the pillows, riding out her second orgasm, feeling his cum filling her up.

He leaned over her kissing her passionately, laying his hand on her neck. He tried to steady his breathing for a moment.

Cam relaxed, stretching out her whole body and getting comfy.

Timmy put his hand on her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, moaning idly as it hardened against his tongue. He then popped off of her tit, then slapped her on the nipple.

"Ah!" she whined, "Timmy." she said looking at him with a frown.

"Hurt?" he asked, smirking as he lay down with her.

"No." she shook her head, letting him pull her close.

They lay there silently for a little bit, he gave her some forehead kisses and she ran her hand mindlessly over his abs.

"I'll get something to clean you up with." he said, pecking her lips.

“Why thank you.” she said with a giggle.

……

Cam invited Nova over to hang out at the mansion while Timmy took Hayden to a Knicks game. She was extremely nervous to hear from Timmy how the evening went with her ex boyfriend. But she was glad to have her best friend over to her new home for the first time.

“AHHHH! This place is insane!” Nova cheered upon entering the Chalamet house.

“I know.” Cameron said hugging her.

“Where is he? I want to meet him, the man that stole you away from me.” Nova said lightheartedly.

“Oh, he’s getting ready to leave. We can go say hi real quick.” Cam led the way to Timmy’s room.

“Only if master says it’s okay.” Nova teased.

“That’s not how I meant it, he’s not like that.”

Timmy was pulling a shirt on when they approached the threshold of his bedroom.

Nova nudged her friend and smirked at her upon seeing his bare back.

“Stop it!” Cam whisper screamed at her, tapping her arm. “Hey, Timmy, Nova’s here.”

He turned and looked over at them, “Oh, hey. I’m glad to meet you.” he came over and offered his hand to her.

Nova took his hand, “Is this how you introduced yourself to Cameron?”

Timmy’s smile faded, he cleared his throat, “Not exactly.” He took his hand away from Nova, saying, “Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to be late.” He kissed Cam chastely on the lips.

“Bye, good luck babe. Enjoy the game, at least.”

"Yeah, I'll try." Timmy said, sarcastically. "You ladies have a great night, I'll see you later."

.........

Later, Cam and Nova were watching a guilty pleasure type of romantic comedy when Timmy came home. Cam looked up at him, and she saw reddish-purple marks on his eye.

"Oh shit, Timmy what happened?!" she asked, worried that he was seriously hurt. She got up from the couch and went over to him, cupping his face in her hands.

"It's fine, I'm fine." his insisted, "Hayden punched me. But that was it, he was fine after that. He was cool throughout the whole game."

Cam sighed in relief, "I guess he just had to get it out of his system. Still though, I'm sorry, baby." she delicately ran her thumb over the bruise under his eye.

"Nah, I had it comin' anyway." Timmy admitted.

"You're not wrong." Nova chimed in.

Timmy and Cam both shot their gaze over at her.

"Thank you, Nova." Cam said, rolling her eyes at the obvious, but unnecessary comment from her friend.

"Sorry. I'll leave now. Give you two some alone time." she said, gathering up her things.

"Oh, you don't have to go just because I'm here. I can leave you guys alone." Timmy insisted, making a move to leave the room instead.

"No, I'll go. I'm tired anyway. Have a good night." Nova smiled, gave Cameron a little kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Once Nova was gone, Cam placed a kiss on his cheekbone where the bruise had started to form.

Timmy kissed her lips, sliding his arms around her waist. He groaned tiredly into her mouth.

"Mm," she pulled away, pecked his lips lightly, then put her forehead on his. Her hands on his shoulders, she said, "Come on the couch with me."

She took his jacket off, tossing it onto an accent chair before taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch. She sat down and let Timmy lay his head in her lap. She ran her hand slowly through his hair and massaged his scalp with her fingertips.

Timmy hummed softly in response and closed his eyes.

She spoiled him for a little while, massaging his head, drawing her fingers along his facial features, and playing with his hair.

He kept his eyes closed, nearly falling asleep on her.

Cam stopped what she was doing and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Timmy opened his eyes and caressed Cam's face lovingly. "You kill me." he whispered.

She smiled at his little remark. "I'm proud of you for tonight."

"Yeah, you were right. He deserved an apology."

"Did he seem okay? Like is he still pretty angry?" she inquired.

Timmy got up and sat next to her on the couch, "I mean, he seemed fine, after hitting me of course. I don't know the dude, so I don't know what he's like normally or when he's pissed off."

"Hmm, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't read him, I mean, you're an actor. Don't you know how to read people to determine their mood?" she pondered, condescendingly.

"What do you want me to say, Cam?" he snapped, "He wasn't exactly thrilled to be around me. I stole his girlfriend for God's sake."

She sighed, "I don't know. I just feel bad for him."

"I did what we thought was best, I don't know what else I can do."

"I know, I know. It's just that Nova and I talked about it tonight and I think that I should talk to Hayden."

Timmy frowned, "What? Why?"

"Well, because, Timmy, we were together for two years. Hayden and I went through a lot together, we know each other's families." she turned to look at him, "That history doesn't just go away because you want it to."

"I don't think you should see him." he shook his head, getting up from the couch and walking away.

"Timmy," she followed him, "I don't care what you think. If I wanna see him, I'm going to see him."

He turned toward her in the hallway, "I just don't like the idea of my girlfriend having a little get together with her ex, that's all. Call me crazy." he huffed, going to his bedroom.

"Why, you think I'm gonna fuck him or something?" she egged him on with some vulgarity as she entered his room.

He scoffed, "I don't know this guy, Cam. I don't trust him."

"I want closure with Hayden, I don't care what you say." she said defiantly, crossing her arms. It was true that she wanted to close the Hayden chapter of her life, but more so, she wanted to force Timmy to tap into the jealousy that was flowing through him.

"Whatever, babe." he said, sitting on the bed facing her with a tired sigh. He clearly was still not approving of the situation.

"And anyway, if I want one last fuck from Hayden, then so be it. You don't own me, Timothee." she dared. She really didn't mean a word, she wanted to ruffle her man's feathers.

He shot daggers at her, his lips pursed up and he stood at once, making his way to her in a flash. He pushed her up against the wall, his forehead firmly against hers. "Oh yeah? You want to fuck him?"

Cam smirked, "Maybe." she shrugged. What a lovely game.

Timmy grabbed her hair harshly, getting in her face as he spoke, "I would never tell you what to do, Cameron Reese, but that is a big. Fucking. No." He put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt, "These," then he moved a hand down to her crotch, running his fingers along her clothed pussy, "and this, are now only for my eyes." He put a hand around her throat, "And my hands. Got it?"

He was fuming, and Cam was so hot. "Oh yeah? You think so?" she bit her lip. Her pussy was throbbing.

"Yes." his green eyes were burning into her. He was riled up too. All they needed was a certain look between them, and they both silently knew that this was just dirty foreplay.

"Can you prove it?" she chirped.

With that, he grabbed her, taking her to the bed and stripping her naked. He fucked her from behind, making her grip his bedsheets for dear life. "You're all mine, you fucking whore."

"Ah!" she cried, moaning uncontrollably into the mattress as he drilled her.

"No man will ever feel this pussy but me." he growled, grabbing her ass firmly with one hand and spanking her hard with the other.

"Ow, fuck!" she whimpered, biting her lip. She moved her hips back at him.

"Yes, just fuck yourself on my cock, filthy bitch." Timmy stopped moving, letting her throw her ass back on him. After a moment, he pushed down on her back, shoving her onto the mattress. He kept his hands on her lower back for anchorage, eventually grabbing her wrists, bounding them behind her and fucking her harder.

.........

"That was fun." she said with a giggle as they had settled in for bedtime, "You can be so mean, love it." They were still naked, but exhausted. He put his arm around her and she cuddled up to his chest.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that." he laughed as well and kissed her forehead. "I'd do anything when it comes to you."

She kissed him, sliding her hand up his chest, and placing it on his jaw. "You're my special guy." she cooed.

He smiled softly, "And I trust you, Cam. I know you don't need my permission to see Hayden, but I want you to know that I trust you."

Cam wasn't ready for certain words just yet. She couldn't put a permanence where she wasn't ready to. But she hummed a sweet little note in response. She was happy to hear his words. Closing her eyes and laying on his chest, she fell asleep listening to his heart beating.

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[nycbabyjoey]

A Baby in Toyland

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

Cynthia tore through the collection of dumb, goofy baby dolls that aligned the shelves. So dumb, she thought as she tossed each doll to the side. None of them were the crown jewel that she was looking for.

Princess Uh-Oh! The only baby doll on the market that will have you saying "uh-oh"!

It was the hottest selling toy this Christmas season, although the reason was beyond Cynthia's understanding. What kid would want a doll that pisses and shits itself? These toy companies just want to indoctrinate girls into motherhood while they were still young. Disgusting.

Cynthia's attitude towards dolls had drawn ire from her sister last Christmas when Cynthia got her five-year old niece a pocket dictionary instead of any of the baby dolls or bedazzling kits that her niece actually wanted. This Christmas, Cynthia's sister had instructed her to go to Toyland and buy Princess Uh-Oh for her niece.

Cynthia had procrastinated on the task out of protest, and admittedly maybe a dash of laziness, but now it was Christmas Eve and this was her last chance to get the stupid thing and wrap it before morning. Unfortunately, Cynthia had cleared the shelves and it appeared as though Princess Uh-Oh had sold out. Oh well, Cynthia thought. Now I can get her something more stimulating.

"Can I help you find anything?" a voice asked from behind her.

Cynthia jumped. There was a woman stood right behind her, but Cynthia was certain she wasn't there a second ago. Cynthia observed the woman's outfit. Her tits were nearly falling out of her shirt. How unprofessional, Cynthia thought. Why do women feel the need to dress like sluts?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," the woman said. "I'm Betsy Blonka, the founder and owner of Toyland."

Really? This Whore of Babylon ran the toy store?

"Well no, you don't have what I'm looking for. Besides, all these toys are doing is poisoning the minds of today's youth and I have no interest in them," Cynthia responded before turning to leave. "Also, your outfit is very unprofessional, especially for someone working with children."

Betsy just titled her head and gave a polite smile. "I know the holiday season can be stressful, but I'm happy to help alleviate any anxiety you may have," she said brightly. "Were you looking for Princess Uh-Oh? She's a very hot seller this year."

Cynthia was flustered. The woman had been so kind. She must've been trying to embarrass her and make her look bad. "Y-yes, I was," Cynthia stammered.

"Follow me," Betsy instructed. "We may have some spares in the back."

Cynthia followed "Busty Betsy" through the toy store. She had to admit: the store was quite extensive... and eccentric. Model planes flew through the air, stuffed animals seemed to sing and dance on their own. It was a toylover's dream, but Cynthia's nightmare.

After a fairly long walk, the two approached a door in the back. Betsy unlocked it and prodded Cynthia to take a step inside.

Cynthia was perplexed by what she saw. There were no Princess Uh-Oh dolls back here. There weren't any toys at all; the space was completely empty save for a pink dollhouse on the floor in the middle of the room. Otherwise, they were surrounded by concrete walls. Betsy locked the door behind them.

"What is this?" Cynthia inquired.

"Toys fill us with wonder and activate our imaginations," Betsy said. "It's time you have that spark again."

Suddenly, the dollhouse in the center began to glow. Cynthia looked down and her whole body began to glow the same way.

"What's going on?" Cynthia asked, frightened. "What's happening to m-"

In a flash, everything changed. Cynthia gasped. She had been transported. She was no longer in the cold, concrete backroom of Toyland. She was in a cozy living room with a big old Christmas tree and a toy train making its way around the tracks. Cynthia found herself sitting on the carpeted floor against a teddy bear that was larger than her.

She started to stand, but immediately found herself unable to. Her legs gave way and she instantly landed on her butt, but something cushioned her fall. Cynthia looked down in horror at her lack of clothing. She only saw a pink ribbon around her neck, Mary Janes on her feet, and - most shockingly - the item that had broken her short fall: a puffy, white diaper.

Cynthia jumped again as Betsy leaned towards her, having again been oblivious to her presence. She sat above her in a yellow armchair and wore even less clothing than before.

"Merry Christmas, baby!" Betsy exclaimed. "Welcome to the dreamhouse!"

Cynthia went to shout, but a pacifier blocked her words causing them to come out as dribble on her exposed chest.

"Uh uh uh," Betsy said, plucking out Cynthia's dummy. "Use your words."

"We're in the dollhouse?!" Cynthia asked, exclaimed.

"Yep," Betsy responded nonchalantly. "You're the baby doll and that makes me the Mommy doll."

"This can't be real," Cynthia gasped. "You have to put me back!"

"Nuh-uh," Betsy said, getting up. "Not until you learn to play with your toys like a good girl. Why don't you play with your dolly while Mommy warms up your ba-ba?"

Betsy... er, Mommy threw a Christmas shirt with gingerbread and candy canes over Cynthia's naked chest before leaving the room. "Wait!" Cynthia cried out. She jumped to her feet, but found herself unable to use them again falling face first onto the carpet.

She lifted her head and saw something sat on the floor in front of her. It was a baby doll. One dressed just like her from the blonde hair to the thick diapered bottom. Was she really expected to play with this?

Cynthia grabbed the doll by the arm and started smacking it against the carpeted floor until she threw it against the teddy bear where it bounced delicately onto the floor. "Stupid!" she shouted at it, sticking her tongue out and crossing her arms.

She didn't need the infantile costume to have come off childish. Only a few minutes and she was already having a tantrum like a toddler. But so what? She was frustrated! She couldn't walk, she was stuck in diapers, and now she was being forced to play with the stupid dolls that she hated? She would rather sit on the floor and wait for... Mommy to bring her her ba-ba.

What felt like an hour passed and Cynthia had resorted to babyishly making saliva bubbles with her mouth. She rolled over on her stomach and the dolly reentered her view. She scoffed. She was not a baby and she didn't play with toys!

Suddenly, a repressed memory entered her mind as she looked at the dolly. She was three years old (actually three years old) and she asked Santa for a Holiday Hailey baby doll. She had wanted one so badly. But Santa brought her a jigsaw puzzle instead. She cried all Christmas morning and stopped asking Santa for toys after that year.

She looked at the doll once more. "Holiday Hailey?" It was true. The doll she had thrown had been the baby doll she had asked Santa for all those years ago. She crawled as fast as she could on all fours back to the teddy bear where Hailey laid.

She picked it up and started moving its arms, feeling silly as she did so. She peeked around over he shoulder and spoke under her breath, "Hi Hailey, I'm Cynthia."

The doll remained silent.

"M- Mommy says we should play together," Cynthia shared with a bit more confidence this time. "What should we do?"

No response.

"A Christmas tea party?" Cynthia asked, having heard nothing. "I don't know..."

Cynthia felt ridiculous. The doll wasn't talking to her and she knew that. Had she really succumbed to such boredom that she was willing to humiliate herself by having dinner with a doll? She had to admit, though - talking to the doll made her feel better. Like she wasn't so alone or that there was a friend for her who cared. It gave her the warm, fleeting feeling that she had writing to Santa so many Christmases ago.

"Do you prefer green or Oolong?"

Credit: @daddysdreamydollie

"Ba-ba's ready," Betsy sang, coming back from the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks noticing Cynthia's new setup. Cynthia sat in a tiny chair at a tiny table along with Holiday Hailey and the teddy bear. She held a small toy teapot as she poured pretend tea into Hailey's cup.

"Dere you go, Hailey," Cynthia lisped in between her pacifier. "Would you wike some mo', Mista Beaw?"

"Well, well, well," Betsy said. "Is somebody having fun with her toys?"

Cynthia turned and blushed. She had gotten a bit carried away, but it was so nice to have a night of childlike innocence again.

"Yeth, Mommy," she replied sheepishly.

"That's good," Betsy said. "But it's time to put your toys away and come have your milk."

"Wait," Cynthia said, crawling over from the tea table. "Since I've been a good girl and pwayed with my toys, can I go home now?"

Betsy chuckled. "Oh silly, don't you get it? This is your home now!"

Cynthia's pacifier fell out of her mouth from shock. "But- but- you said if I played with my toys..."

"And you'll have plenty of time to do that," Betsy interrupted. "But I also said you were the baby doll of the dollhouse and... it's Christmas Eve. We've already sold the dollhouse as a Christmas gift to a young girl. You're going to be her doll, of course!"

"You're going to be that impetus of childlike wonder for a lucky little girl that Hailey is for you," she continued. "You'll be the one to light up the magic in that little girl's life this Christmas. And she'll take care of you - give you your ba-ba, change your clothes, and especially change your messy diapers. You'll be the new Princess Uh-Oh!"

"And it looks like someone has already earned her title," Betsy snickered. "Let Mommy get you changed and you can change Hailey's own stinky diaper while you lay on the changing table. You haven't noticed? You just made your own little uh-oh in your pants, little missy."

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#ab/dl #ab/dl caption #ab/dl mommy #ab/dl girl #mommysbaby #mommy kink #md/lg

[etchina-danjon]

Ragon hadn’t thought that the Hyuga heiress was this much of a light weight either. He’d just given her a drink and lightly flirted with her and now she’s in his lap. Grinding on his hard cock, best New Years ever. “It’s cause I’ve got a pretty girl in my lap.” He’s slurring his words as well. He’s drunk, but not nearly as much as she is.

“One that should be careful or I’m gonna ring in the New Year with a bang.” He whispers into her ear and gives it a playful nip. His arms are wrapped around her waist even if all he wants to do it get a handful of her tits. But he doubts she’s so drunk she’ll want to fondled in public.

Hinata was so giggly, and flirty, nothing like her usual shy self. Her dress was sliding off her shoulder a bit, threatening to expose more of her plump chest to the man she was currently grinding on, "Pretty girl? Me? You mean that, Mister?" She slurred with a smile and a bright blush on her cheeks, "I-i can't believe such a handsome man is loving me on his lap... You're just so hard against me.~" Hinata moaned a bit, moving herself more firmly against his cock. Not seeming to be bothered that they were completely in public. She was so drunk at the moment, the only thing she could focus on was him. It was like the rest of the party just didn't matter anymore.

A little whine left her lips as he whispered into her ear, making her blush darken, "M-maybe I wish t-to also ring in the new year with a bang.~" Hinata slurred back, her hands sliding up his chest to around his neck. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips, "I-i'd love to ring in the new year with you cumming inside me.~" Hinata purred against his lips, moving her hips more against his cock, "You seem like the perfect man for the j-job.~ I could be all yours!~ Start out the new year claiming a pretty girl like me!~"

#the shyest one

[laceymorganwrites]

Naruto girls smut

Word count: 2,041

Warnings: a lot of lesbian sex

Pairing: Fem!reader x Ino x Tsunade x Hinata

A/N: I´m sorry that I don´t have a more creative title for this but legit this is all that is

Days and nights were busy lately, but what else did you expect when such a horrendous war broke out? In your opinion it could have been prevented but what did you know anyway?

Yeah, you were quite bitter about it since your home has completely been destroyed and nobody did anything about it. It wasn´t like you were selfish either, there were so many people in the same situation as you and you were sick of it.

On top of that you couldn´t even earn money since there were no missions because everyone was too busy taking care of the wreckage.

It fucking sucked. And you were getting so tired of it.

You had no interest in playing nice or being polite, neither did you want to cozy up to anyone. Fuck that.

You were mighty pissed and so was everyone else. It was your right.

In the time of resurrection as you called it you just tried not to explode from anger, you just directed it all at Tsunade and her following.

Or so you tried. It was hard being angry at someone who was just as angry at you about everything, even more since she was in the position to do something about it but just couldn´t.

Those were tough times.

So tough that you found employment as one of her little helpers, underlings, secretary, whatever you wanted to call it, alongside Shizune.

You didn´t know how to feel about that to be honest. You were glad that you had an income again but still, it felt weird working with the person responsible for all of this.

However in your work you got to know her, better than anyone else. And that was the part that was truly surprising. She wasn´t a monster that people painted her as, she was just a tired woman with too much burdens to bear.

Tsunade was kind to you and always thanked you when you stayed overtime with her which you appreciated. And over time you grew closer to each other, you didn´t have to watch out for what you said anymore and neither did she. It felt so relieving to be able to speak freely and more importantly: hear her speak freely.

It made her more human than ruler.

“You know what, when was the last time you had a good fuck? You really look like you need one, you´re so on edge, that´s not good” you told her, today was an especially stressful day for her and it showed.

“And who the hell would voluntarily fuck someone like me? I think you´re forgetting how old I am…” she sighed, she appreciated your concern but over the years her experiences with sex got worse and worse.

“Oh I would. Definitely. No questions asked” you said sternly, though your eyes told the truth.

Tsunade blushed, it has been a while since someone was this direct with her without being disrespectful.

“Do you mean that?” she quietly asked, averting her eyes a bit, you´ve never seen her so shy, it was cute.

“I´m as gay as can be, of course I mean it. If I can make a beautiful woman like you cum my day is already great” you chuckled, coming closer to her and resting your hand on her cheek, making her look at you.

“Just say the word, sweetheart and I´ll make you forget about all those troubles” you husked, not even trying to hide the lust in your voice. You doubted she ever experienced pure lust before, lust without being objectified. You´d make her feel wanted, desired, treat her like the queen she was.

Tsunade nodded, looking up at you with her big brown eyes, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks, she was way too cute. “Please….” she breathed, a pleading look in her eyes. And that. That was all you needed.

Before she knew it you were on your knees, ready to worship her. You could tell how embarrassed she was but that only made it more enticing to you. Did she ever have sex with a woman before? You didn´t know. But if she did you´d make her forget all about her, and especially about the men. You´d show her a pleasure so unknown to her, she´d have a revelation.

Slowly you took her undergarments off and gently spread her legs to have the most beautiful sight in front of you.

You looked up at her with a smirk once your lips met her soft ones, your tongue exploring every inch and by the sounds of it she seemed to enjoy it.

So it really has been that long, huh? Your grip on her supple thighs grew stronger as she squeezed them around your head just right, not even holding back her moans. Tsunade gripped the table she was sitting on tightly and threw her head back when you started teasing and sucking on her clit, her tits bouncing beautifully.

Soon you inserted a finger inside her pussy, adding to the stimulation and the overwhelming things she was feeling right now. As if eating her out was enough, it certainly was for you but promised her to give her the best cunnulingus that there ever was.

You weren´t a woman that went back on her word.

Tsunade´s moans were heavenly as she struggled to find her thoughts, just hazily looking down on you, grabbing your head and the table, not knowing what to do with herself. It was all too much.

It was oh so good but she wasn´t used to this, she never came so hard in her life. It was all thanks to you.

And that was how it all started, your little arrangements. She was such a pillow princess which was so cute to you. But the best thing was: she wasn´t the only one who was in need of your help.

Tsunade and you were playing around with each other on a regular basis now. One day Ino caught you two and joined the fun, being so stressed from her recent mission. You two took care of her together from then on, dominating her but also teaching her how to dom. It was fun switching roles sometimes, Ino and you would take care of Tsunade sometimes too, depending on her stress level.

This particular weekend would look slightly different though. Ino wanted to invite a friend who wanted to try something new.

Of course you three were more than willing to help.

Hinata was a shy woman but it´s gotten better over the years, she was so beautiful. The way she tugged her hair behind her ear as she coyly smiled at you.

The four of you were meeting at your place, you had already prepared everything. Tsunade and you had some fun before the other two women arrived, leading to Tsunade being tied up in bed and you naked with a strapon.

“Go on, Hina, don´t be shy. You can tell her what you want” Ino told her, gently caressing her hips.

Both women entered your house and Ino already made her way to the bedroom, a route she knew blindly at this point. She smirked and joined Tsunade in bed, immediately undressing and kissing her.

“I...um..I´ve never been….o-….overstimulated...” Hinata´s face was red as she finally spoke those words, this wish she always had yet never got fulfilled. She has never had an orgasm before, she just thought she did, so what she really meant was getting an orgasm.

“No? Don´t worry, princess, we´ll take good care of you, yeah?” you smiled gently, stroking her cheek. “You´re so pretty, do you even know that?” you husked, leading her to the bedroom where Ino and Tsunade were making out.

Hinata sat down on the edge of the bed and felt her chest flutter, the warmth between her legs she squeezed together, whimpering slightly at the sight in front of her.

“You´re… pretty…” she quietly said, not being able to avert her eyes. “Oh? You like watching them? Keep going, you two, give our little princess a good show~” you grinned, joining in and sitting behind Hinata. “Touch yourself for me, won´t you?” you breathed into her ear, having her nod shyly and discard of her clothing. Slowly her hands wandered down her legs, circling her clit as she whined slightly at the contact, it´s been so long since anybody touched her like this, she couldn´t get off on her own so she never masturbated.

Her breathing picked up as she kept watching Ino fingering Tsunade who moaned loudly and grinned at the blue haired woman. Hinata felt her cheeks heat up at that, it was so… playful. Yet intimate. She really appreciated you focusing on her, it made her feel at ease and she could feel herself relax into your presence. “That´s my good girl, does it feel good?” you asked, resting your head on her shoulder and spreading her legs so you could see better, your one hand rested on her hips and the other one was playing with a nipple of hers, making her moan quietly. She nodded, just those small touches had her feel dizzy already, it felt amazing.

“You can touch the others too, you know?” you chuckled and she shyly crawled over to Ino and Tsunade, looking up from all fours, looking so fucking irresistible. Ino leaned down to her to kiss her, though it really was more tongue than anything, more than enough to make her moan into the kiss.

Your hands wandered to her ass, massaging it and grabbing her soft flesh, enjoying every single one of her reactions like when she leaned into your touch.

“You ready to lose your mind, baby?” you asked and Hinata nodded, staring down at Tsunade´s tits, gaining the courage to bury her head between them, kissing them all over and sucking on her nipples.

You grinned and slowly let your fingers wander between her thighs, rubbing against her folds. Ino was busy eating Tsunade out at this point, the room being filled with moans and soft sighs, whimpers and the sound of sex.

Hinata drooled onto Tsunade´s tits as you inserted your fingers, the poor girl was so wet you could put in two at once, immediately starting to move them too, not to keep her waiting too long.

You curled your fingers inside of her, making her make such lewd sounds, reaching points she never knew she had, Hinata threw her head back moaning loudly and you took the chance to slightly pull her hair and pull her in your lap, holding your arm around her tummy.

Ino stopped eating Tsunade out after she came and then laid back, her arm reaching down to finger the woman while she herself spread her legs for Hinata.

She was so dizzy and already overwhelmed, just the smell of Ino´s pussy drove her wild. She tucked her hair behind her ears and leaned forward, grabbing onto Ino´s thighs as if they were her lifeline and digging her face right in between. First she kissed her lips gently before spreading them with her tongue, tasting her slick and moaning loudly against her folds as you pulled out your fingers of her and replaced them with your strap, going deeper than before and stretching her just right.

You held onto her hips, slamming into her, not even being gentle anymore, her moans turned you on too much, the way her ass would shake and she´d arch her back for you so you could reach even deeper.

Hinata was such an obedient princess, sucking on Ino´s clit while looking up at her with this cute expression, a blush tainting her cheeks, not as red as her ass though.

All three women were moaning loudly, Tsunade getting up slowly to sit on Hinata´s thigh, proceeding to ride it, her tits rubbing against Hinata´s. Your thrusts got more intense, more punctuated as Tsunade´s thigh rubbed right against Hinata´s clit, making her legs shake and her moan loudly as the toy inside of her hit her g-spot at the same time, making her cum for the very first time.

She held onto Tsunade, resting her head on her shoulder as she loudly moaned and rode out her orgasm.

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[sapphicwhxre]

artist

♥︎ pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!reader

♥︎ summary: pansy finds a nude picture of yourself that you painted and forgot about.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: dom!pansy, nudes, dirty talk, use of slut/whore/etc., praise + slight possession kink, fingering, oral (female receiving), scissoring

♥︎ a/n: SHE IS SO CUTE LOOK AT HER SMILE OMG OMG ─ pansy has my heart and soul. also i don't have tik tok (pls i talk shit about it like every week) but from what i got, i think people paint their nudes and give them to their s/o. the request was that she finds them so i did that instead + changed a little. so uh enjoy!!

every girl has her “naughty” pictures ─ the ones they’d simply die of embarrassment if their parents or friends ever saw.

as a witch who attends hogwarts, yours just so happened to show your fingers going to work on your bare naked pussy explicitly. although with the content, you thought even a muggle would be more captivated with the imagery than the fact that the photo was moving all on its own.

the photo was all in good fun and you had no use for it. for that reason, you’d chosen to paint it. you used your favourite colours and precise brush strokes, covering the sexual image with the designs you found most inspiring. you took an extra day, having fun with the decorating and eventually tucked it away into an old journal, letting it drift out of your mind.

“oh merlin,” pansy moaned, unprompted. the sudden noise caused you to look up at your girlfriend with an eyebrow raised. her thighs were now clenching and you searched the girl who’d been searching your drawer for an extra t-shirt for an explanation. “something wrong, love?” you asked, now standing to walk towards her. pansy dropped what was in her hand and your eyes went wide, shifting back and forth to the item and your girlfriend.

she’d seen your forgotten photo and from the ravenous look in her eyes, it was safe to say she liked what she saw. “didn’t know my girlfriend was a little artist,” pansy smirked, raking her eyes down your body. her words and exuding confidence started a pool between your legs. “sitting there all pretty like a model, covering just what i want to see with all that paint. fuck,” she pushed you onto your bed, plump lips beaming. she kissed you hungrily, enveloping your lips and tasting your chapstick like a sweet treat.

she took her mouth to your neck, her hot breath and nibbles leaving purple love bites wherever she touched. “my pretty, marked up girl,” she growled, grabbing your breasts firmly through your shirt. “take off the shirt, i want to see these bare,” her request rang like a commandment and you tossed it to the floor. she trailed the fingers you longed for down your thigh and snapped her eyes up at your soft whimper. “you want something, y/n? does my pretty little muse want me to touch her?”

you nodded, wide-eyed and horny. “yes pansy, please touch me.” tutting with authority you couldn’t help but love, she pulled back completely and stripped naked. “seeing you think you’re an artist with those photos, why don’t you show me just how talented those fingers are?” laying back across from you, pansy spread her legs wide open and gave you an open view of her painfully wet pussy. she noticed you staring and growing wetter and rubbed her thigh to take you out of your thoughts. “well what are you waiting for?”

you pulled her warm tanned legs so that they were resting on your shoulders and rubbed her clit with her own arousal. pansy moaned, grasping at the sheets beside her. “fuck me, baby,” you complied, easily slipping a finger and then another inside of pansy’s cunt. she moaned louder while you pumped into her faster. the movements grew easier as her pussy grew more and more soaked and you paired your curling fingers with your tongue dipping in her slick folds.

pansy’s hand gripped your hair and pulled your face away, moaning rapidly. “who said you could taste me, slut?” she was still moaning while you fingered her but her teasing was still dancing on her lips. “‘m sorry pansy,” you shoved deeper and fucked her harder, trying to make it up to her. “oh that’s so good,” she moaned and tightened her legs around your neck. “now you can taste me, just because you’re being such a good girl.” you obeyed, eagerly, and dove into her pussy again, licking her wetness and sucking lightly on her clit that she too had started to touch for added friction, to the clear thought of your photo in her mind. she became unraveled, screaming with pleasure and gripping your hair, as if telling you that you better not stop.

the intense orgasm that overtook her met your fingers and spilled onto your lips, wetting your chin and making your pout glisten with cum. “suck,” pansy demanded through her heavily laboured breathing. you put the entirety of your digits in your mouth and sucked them clean, not breaking eye contact with your girlfriend. she took a moment to recover from the pleasure you gave her and sat herself up and, grabbing your chin and looking into your eyes. she kissed you roughly, tongue swiping her juice on your lips. “you did so good, my love,” her teeth grazed your lips through her close-eyed whisper. “tell me what you were thinking of when you fucked yourself in that photo. you looked so hot. i want to reward my dirty girl.”

“i was thinking of you,” you fought the urge to just start touching yourself. “i wanted ─ fuck, i want you to eat me out and...” pansy stroked your cheek gently and gave you a reassuring smile. “and what else sweetheart?” she cooed. “and i want to feel your pussy fucking mine,” you said, your voice high and needy. “your mouth on my tits, leaving hickies everywhere, i want you pansy.” pansy’s hand found your sex and rubbed you as you had, looking you in the eye. “yeah? you want everyone to see what i do to you, don’t you?” pansy teased your entrance, smirking at your state. “you like that i found that picture of you, right? answer me, y/n.” you gave her the words she was waiting for and practically blurted out, “yes, yes, i like being your little slut,” you threw your head back pathetically, the dirty words meeting her ears being too much for you to handle.

pansy took her finger across your slit and piled arousal on her fingertip. she rubbed the wetness on your nipple, flicking and rubbing your hard, sensitive buds. attaching her mouth to one and sucking like she was starved, you cried out her name and your hand flew between your legs. “touching yourself when you have me right here?” pansy scoffed, gripping your wrist tightly. “i won't punish you for being a bad, greedy slut just because i know how addicting those fingers are. you know too, i bet,” pansy wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead and a tear from your eye, “using them on yourself in that photo, painting like my little artist, and fucking me so good with them.”

“pansy,” you didn’t have to say your request out loud before pansy positioned her face just an inch from your throbbing pussy and licked a stripe right on it. encouraging, begging, and thanking heaven for pansy all at once with your moan, she worked her mouth on your core with the enthusiasm that knew how to have you trembling with screams. her lips and tongue worshipped you and even her teeth clacked carefully over your sweet spots and she mumbled against you, praising your pussy. “my perfect girlfriend. always my whore. cum for me, y/n.”

you came as pansy told you to and forced your eyes open in awe as your flushed girlfriend’s determination helped her lap up every last drop of your undoing. “y/n,” pansy hummed to remind you what you asked her for. “you better have another one of those in you if you want me to fuck you.” even if you didn't, you’d give it to her solely because you were unbelievably head over heels for her ─ and her power over you.

leaving a patch of cum on the sheet, she draped her leg over yours and sank her pussy down on yours, both of you moaning soundly at the warm feeling. she rocked at just the right pace and let your combined moans fill the room. the raw feeling of her cunt giving you sweet, sweet friction and her hands squeezing your tits made the world go hazy. cum ran down any skin in both your cores’ sight and a soft bliss soon replaced the screaming sensations of you and pansy finishing within moments of each other.

“say, y/n,” pansy called sweetly and breathily over your ruined states, swirling circles on your skin. “why don’t we take a couple more photos and paint 'em together?” steadying your own breathing, you grinned up at pansy.

“who’s the artist now?” you giggled, poking at her ‘creative’ spark. “only if i get to paint yours.”

“you, sexy thing, have got yourself a deal.”

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[mtmcguire]

A very unwelcome conundrum …

This week I have been mostly … …Having a crap. Yeh, I know. You didn’t even ask me how I am and I’m going to bloody well tell you. But actually, I could do with the hive mind’s advice on this one. I’m going to do personal detail here. Not much but I’m going to say the word poo a lot because that appears to be my new hobby. If you are offended by that or find it difficult, please don’t read on. I…

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[shhhh-im-secret]

hello! i saw that your requests are open and this is the first time i request something like this 🥺 but is it okay if i request a kenma-nii where he's being too cutesy and love dovey with his secretary, and starts ignoring his lil sis.. and the reader just distances herself bcs jealousy and bcs it's fucked up and she's just really sad and becomes cold bcs what else can she do ;( can it end in fluffy smut pls?? hahdks sorry dhsjak and thank you!

Yes of course! Thanks for the amazing request!

So Sorry about super long wait!! I really hope you all love it!! Also it’s just dry-humping btw very cute and sweet because I love Kenma-nii so much

18+ tw:incest

Kenma is oblivious, he’s never noticed your growing affection for him, the way you always followed him around like a quiet little shadow although school, even now, he lets you live with him and you’re always accompanying him to any business he may have, and of course he enjoys it, never having to be lonely, but knowing each other so well there no such thing and uncomfortable silence, until today that is.

You sat sideways in a plush chair in his office, playing your handheld, you normally tagged along with kenma to work, but today he was much busier then usual, leaving to to lounge in his office while he did things, soon enough you hear giggling coming from outside the room, curious you peep through the blinds only to see kenma, face flushed and actually talking to a girl, but not any girl, she’s beautiful, full bodied, and kenma keeps smiling at her. You turn back to your handheld quickly, not be able to bare watching anymore, you knew it was wrong to feel like this, like your heart was broken, like kenma was betraying you somehow, but you couldn’t help it, you almost start to cry before beings scared by the office door opening, “hey, I’m done okay, let’s go home..” Kenma pokes his head in the doorway, you quickly gather your bag and follow behind him.

The whole car ride was uncomfortable silence, you didn’t feel like playing any games, pretending to have fallen asleep right as kenma finally goes to ask if you’re okay. He ‘wakes’ you once you get home, offering to carry you inside, an offer you’d normally jump at, but your heart hurt to much. “No thanks Nii-chan” you quickly scurry off to your room, leaving kenma confused and worried. You spent the rest of your night alone in your room eventually falling asleep. In the morning Kenma goes to wake you up, and bring you along to work with him again, the past few days have been more stressful then normal, having you by his side always soothed him, “Imouto, wake up, We’ll have breakfast on the way,” he calls through the door, “N-no, you go, I’mma s-stay home,” you respond, voice trembling slightly. He wants to push the issue, worry spreading through him, but his alarm sounded, “o-okay, but we’ll have dinner tonight okay?” He promises, “Okay” you agree, then you were alone.

The day passed quickly enough, making yourself busy with your games and tv, though sick jealousy gnaws at your insides, you know it’s wrong but Kenma’s all you need and want in life, but all day your forced to think about him at work as his full figured secretary hovers around him, giggling and throwing her lose waves over her shoulder, a hand touching his arm. The mental image causing rage to boil, you toss your controller across the room in a fit, before sinking to the floor, and sobbing woefully, all you wanted was for kenma to love you as much as you did him. Your cries drown out the sound of kenma’s car pulling into the garage. He quickly comes inside, leaving the food on the counter he got your favorite meal from a fancy restaurant he took you for you birthday once, and apple pie to share. As he approaches your room, he can hear your soft sniffles and hiccups.

You yelp as your door is ripped open, kenma’s lithe form on the other side, his eyes wide with worry, “I-imouto!! Why are you crying, are you okay?!” He quickly approaches, fussing cutely over you. Your eyes are wide, "Mmm." You sniffle before averting your eyes, face flushed in embarrassment . "It's going to sound kinda dumb but I guess I just feel a little l-lonely. That's w-weird, isn't it?” Kenma shakes his head, sitting on the floor next to you “b-but why would I feel lonely, I’m always around you, but... I just don't know." You wipe at your face with your sweater sleeves, “t-that new secretary m-made me j-j-jealous,…” you mumble ashamed, kenma’s eyes widening at your implication, a hot shiver running down his spine, as he reaches out and takes your hand in his own.

Your soft noises seem to ease the tension Kenma feels, his shoulders relaxing, as he leans forward slightly to press into the kiss, which makes it more enjoyable. You open your mouth more, and so does he, you make a small sound when you feel the wet touch of the tip of his tongue briefly before it disappears. He pulls back then, looking at you intensely and suddenly gripping your sides tighter. His face is flushed, guilt and shame swirl wildly in his heart, but your soft smile erases it all and this time he’s the one to capture your lips, almost to enthusiastically as he toppled the two of you and practically pins you to the plush carpet below.

The next thing you know, the kiss feels different than before, too. Your entire body reacting for him, toes curl, and hands gently gripping the front of his shirt as he kisses you deeper. He pulls back, pupils blown wide He looks so handsome, cheeks flushed all the way to his ears, pink lips spread as his warm breath puffs across your face, and bangs messed up, strand sticking to his forehead. The look he gives you sends a warm shiver down your spine,

He leans in again, lips just brushing yours, mumbling quietly "Need more please,," he never wants this to stop, finally able to give into his ever growing feelings for you, and kisses you again and your hands slide from the his chest to the back of his neck, lacing into the shorter dark hair of his undercut. Kenma slides a hand down your thigh, soft fingertips tracing delicate patterns across your skin before cautiously slipping his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your sleep shorts, resting on your bare ass, hips grinding down against your own, your eyes flutter as you whine into his mouth. Kenma continues to hump against you, making sure to grind against you clit with each thrust, causing you to tremble underneath him, he begins to kiss down your neck, sucking a soft bruise into the skin below your collarbone, murmuring words of adoration against your skin. Your hands tug harshly at his hair as your back arches off the floor, hips circling slowly, while you pant softly, keening as kenma’s hands move to cup your chest under your loose shirt, thumbs expertly bushing against your hard nipples. He sits up, tugging on your shirt softly, you let him pull it off quick to shake your chest at him, giggling cutely.

He almost drools at the sight of your exposed tits, eagerly leaving open mouthed kisses and bites across your chest. One of his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your hips tighter against his own, panting, grinding in sync to your twitching hips. Your sweet moans raise an octave, body shaking, and eyes rolled back as Kenma dryhumps you to completion, your warm juices soak through his pants, and has him cumming as well. Kenma collapses on top on you for a moment, marking you wheeze, before rolling to his side. You turn to him, your foreheads pressed together, staring at each other, you start to giggle “make me your assistant instead Nii-Chan” you grin, Kenma laughs softly, “fine, fine, you baby, let’s go eat dinner.” He mumbled as he slowly stands up, and pulls you to your shakey feet.

#haikyuu smut #Kenma-nii #kenma smut #tw:incest #tw: dry humpping

[colossal-fallout]

Oooh I’m sorry but another hange ask, could u do one with sub Hanji and the reader is controlling a vibrator while they’re trying to do paperwork and hange basically becomes a mess for the reader

2 in 1 for you, my dear 💋

Merciless 🥵

Fem bodied reader X Hanji. 18+ Smut, teasing and Dom reader / sub Hanji

The room was totally silent, say for the scratching of quills against parchment and the odd impatient and restless movement in the meeting room.

Paperwork. Reports. Research grants... It was all you'd been doing all week. But today was the last day and you eyed your lover from across the room.

You and Hange hadnt had time for each other all week; the work was just pouring in by the bucket load. Your eyes slowly and blissfully moved up and down your beaut, her cheek resting on her hand as she absent mindedly drabbles over the paper. Gathering from the small sparkle in her eye, you'd figured she was now onto the research grants and proposals.

Now was the perfect time.

Your eyes shifted to the others around the main office.

Levi, Erwin, Miche and Gelgar all frowning, their wrists seizing and their patience nearing its end. It was near the end of the final day, tomorrow finally being their day off from such mundane tasks.

You mind flickered through your recent memories to this morning, placing that remote controlled vibrator down her panties. You'd craved her all week, her sweet scent and taste making your body ache. She just itched a spot no one else could.

Without moving your head, your hand slides down under your desk into your pocket, circling your finger over the button as if teasing her without her knowing.

*click*

Luckily the window was open to allow fresh air into the warm room, the busy courtyard below muffling the buzzing sound as Hange froze.

You'd started it off on low, you had so much planned for her.

Her earthy brown eyes snap over to you, silently pleading. Oh god. Not now. Not here...

You pretend you don't see her, hiding your smirk behind your hand as you press up the intensity by one.

She jerks slightly but then coughs into her hand, thankful no one had yet battered an eye.

Holding in laughter you keep pressing the strength up and down, up and down, making it pulse. Her legs cross under her desk, her face begining to redden.

Hanji was very vocal for you so you were excited to see how this would go down.

The first sign of someone noticing was a couple of sharp sniffs from Miche, a frown pulling at his lips as his head snapped over to your lover.

He stares in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out why Hanji was suddenly giving off such a sweet aroma.

You slam the high button with your thumb, making her jump.

"Ah~!" She cried out, now getting everyone's attention.

"Everything okay, Hange?" Erwins voice rumbled.

"Y-yeah..." She lied her face burning at your mercy. "...Leg cramp."

"Drink more water shitty glasses." Levi mumbles without taking his attention from his papers.

Miche clicks on and gets to his feet with a sigh. "I'm done. See you all next week."

"Hmm..." Levi nods as Miche leaves.

Hanji's eyes are pleading. The teasing was too much. She knew you were aware of the effect you had on her and how she would easily unweave into a hysterical mess right there in her seat.

But you're relentless, tapping the high button once more, as well as the pulse mode sending waves of pleasure surging through her. Her mouth opens and her eyes close, slowly rocking in her seat, her grip tight on the wood of the desk, ready to come undone.

She tries to stay quiet, oh god does she try. Her teeth sink into her lip her breathing erratic when you notice Erwin and Levi looking up, you shut it off just before her golden end.

They just stare, no idea what the hell is going on.

"Maybe you should finish up. You seem a little... Over worked." Erwin noted.

"I'm done too." You then comment, getting to your feet. "Hanji I'll be in my room for that idea you wanted to discuss."

Closing the door behind you, you pause, waiting for a few seconds before...

"Fuck! Ah~! Ahh~!" High pitched wails muffle through the door as you pound the button, quickly scurrying to your room giggling before you felt the wrath of the akwardness that inevitably swooped over the room.

You waited in your chair for Hanji to come in, the gorgeous scene of her losing her shit for you replaying over and over again in your mind, waves of heat pooling between your legs and staying there. You craved her and it had been far too long.

The door opens and slams shut making you jump. You expected her to be annoyed. Angry even. But she was a flustered mess, desperate and needy for you as she crashed herself onto you, her tongue sliding into your mouth.

"Take me, Y/N. I need you..." Her breathy whimper like music to your ears.

You grin mischievously as she grasps and paws at you in sheer desperation.

"Did I make you feel good in there?" You ask her, unbuttoning your shirt.

She nods, breathless.

"Take off your clothes." You demand, removing you own.

You watch her undress, her gorgeous figure revealing itself as you slowly circle your clit.

"Fuck, Hange. You're so pretty..." You hum, getting her head and gently pushing her to her knees where she began flicking your wet cunt with her tongue.

"Good girl." You praise, hissing through your teeth and tenderly moving her hair from her face.

Your lips part as you gasp, your burning desire for her all week teetering you close to the edge pretty quickly. You rock your hips, the intense heat building up and up, before it releases right onto her mouth.

"T-thats right..." You stammer. "Make me cum like ah~ just like that baby."

As soon as you floated back down you grab her by her pretty ass and throw her onto the bed, her pussy is dripping from twenty minutes before, still swollen and puffy, crying out for more of you.

Reaching under the bed you pull out your strap on, fastening it around you, her eyes widen with excitement, her tongue slithering over her lips in anticipation.

"You want me?" You ask as you adjust it to your shape.

She nods.

"Beg for it."

"Y/N I need you. You fuck me so good. Please let me have you..."

With a final pull of a strap you lower yourself down, your head at her folds, rolls of heat lapping your face as you begin to suck her clit.

She writhes and wails, pulling her hair and arching her back, beads of sweat shining her skin already from how much she wants you. Her face is flushed and her eyes roll back as you plunge your fingers into her just how she likes it, hooking your fingers and rocking back and forth.

Her thighs shake and tremble, she sobs as she grabs your head and begins to buck her hips to your rythm.

"Do my fingers feel good inside of you?"

"Yes! Oh god yes! Ah! Ah~! Y/N! More! Don't stop!"

Her cries of ecstasy are loud and high pitched as you return your mouth to her bundle of nerves, pulling harder at her sweet spot.

"Y/N.. Y/N.. Y/N!" She screams, her cum gushing out of her, her tight walls clamping around your digits.

"Fuck, Hange." You inhale through your teeth, licking your fingers clean and moving your head up to her nipple, sucking her breast and teasing the tip of the fat dildo at her entrance.

Your teeth sink into her neck as you suck marking her as she slithers under you, her slippery breasts from sweat sliding delightfully against yours.

"So pretty..." You remark looking down into her eyes. You pull the vibrator off the side where she'd left it when she came in and pressed it against the center of her folds above her entrance.

"I can't... Again... It's too good... You're too... Good."

You tease her by sliding the tip of your prosthetic dick just a little inside her and out again, quickly working her up more as more.

You feel her walls try to grasp you and pull you in deeper, her greedy cunt starving for you, when you pull away making her whine.

Laying on your back you guide her by her waist over your toy.

"Use it. Please yourself on me. It's all for you."

She didn't need telling twice.

A silent scream leaves her open mouth as she slides herself down you, eyes rolled up and hands desperately gripping your waist. You steady her by her hips as she begins to ride you, her tongue lolling out and her mouth in some sort of dazed, insane, slight smile.

The room is full of sounds of her squelching pussy and her high pitched moans, her tits gorgeously bounce with each movement, your eyes not once moving away from this sexy maniac riding you like crazy.

"M-more!" She begs.

Obliging, you slam her hips up and down and thrust into her simultaneously, noises emitting from her that were now, at this point, barely human.

"Y/N! Ah... Ah... Yes... FUCK YES! YES!" She tugs at her own hair an absolute mess above you, the friction of her movements building up your own pleasure as you swell up more and more.

"Hange... Jesus..." You gasp as she gushes liquid that splashes all up your torso, completely throwing you into your hurtling orgasm.

She falls onto you, breathing heavily and just a total mess. Her hair is messed up, her entire body is shaking and her cherry red face is drooling slightly, totally floating away on a cloud of sheer bliss.

#snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk hange #hange zoë #hange zoe #snk hanji #snk smut #hange smut #hange x reader #hange x you

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #11: Grousing

Prompt: preaching to the choir || Master Post || On AO3

\o/ Hey look! Hilda x Lucia!

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Hilda flopped face first onto the bed, the pillow muffling her loud groan.

Lucia didn’t look up from her book, sitting on the other side of the bed and out of her armor, legs crossed at the ankle. “Boots off my sheets before you get salt everywhere,” she said mildly.

The other woman heaved a sigh, but she rolled over onto her back and stuck her legs straight up in the air, catching Lucia’s startled attention. She undid the buckles around her thighs, then her calves, then bent her knees to get at the ones at her ankles, and twisted her hips to the side so she could reach and unceremoniously yank her thighboots off. As the pair hit the rug, Hilda rolled back over onto her stomach to continue her attempts to smother herself.

Lucia’s eyebrows crawled up her forehead the whole while. After Hilda had resettled herself, she finally said, “Normally, you’d just rub your soles directly on the bed.”

Hilda grunted.

She closed her book and reached out, brushing Hilda’s long hair out of the way—incredibly soft and silky, as always, the younger woman’s one concession to vanity—to grip the back of her neck and knead at the muscles. Hilda groaned again, this time in mixed relief and pain, and slowly, very slowly, some of the tension went out of her and she melted further into the bedclothes. The massage would be easier if her signature coat wasn’t in the way, allow her access to her lover’s back and shoulders, but at this point it would be cruel to make Hilda move.

Eventually, her lover turned her head so she could properly breathe, and cracked one ruby eye open. “I bloody hate paperwork,” she said, her voice still partially muffled.

Lucia did not giggle, but her mouth twitched, and her sharp-eyed sweetheart caught it and narrowed her eye in a glare.

“No one likes paperwork, dearest,” she said fondly, continuing to dig into the tense muscles at Hilda’s neck.

“S’stupid.”

“It’s necessary.”

“Stupid.”

“Requisition forms get you more fun firearms. And pay for your men so they can eat.”

Hilda groaned, her eye closing. “Requisition forms that have to go to Stephanivien eventually.” Her voice began to slur slightly. “He’s fun t’ talk shop with ‘nd all, and he’s good f’r new gear, but I need th’ damn paper trail so th’ Treasury doesn’t bugger me.”

Lucia fought down another laugh, and instead rolled over so that she was halfway draped over Hilda, propping her chin on the other woman’s head and ceasing the massage of her neck in favor of petting her hair. Hilda sighed heavily, tilting her head more to nose into her neck, and wiggled closer before she went completely limp beneath her.

“Also, m’ brother’s a tit.”

Her laughter finally escaped her, and Lucia kissed Hilda’s crown as Hilda grumbled about being jostled. “I’d agree,” said Lucia, “but Muscadain is my subordinate, however distantly, and I must remain unbiased.” And, in fairness, her love’s half-brother was making a concentrated effort to not to immediately cast judgment upon Ishgard’s commoners—or others in general. A lifetime of such an attitude, however, fostered in small part by his father (a shame he was dead; Lucia would have enjoyed seeing Hilda rub it in the man’s face about the new world she was assisting to build), was still difficult to overcome, and he backslid, on occasion.

(And, if Lucia was honest with herself, she just didn’t like Muscadain. He was a competent knight, of that there was no question, but sometimes personalities just didn’t mesh well. Frumentarium training, at least, made it easy to affect a civil, sometimes even friendly, attitude when needing to deal with those she did not care for.)

“Not goin’ t’ stop my complainin’,” Hilda muttered.

Lucia kissed her head again, and then rested her cheek atop her hair. “You’re allowed, dearest. Though you may feel more charitable towards the world with some food and a hot bath.”

“Nah.” Hilda’s voice was beginning to turn muzzy with sleep. “Got meself a nice blanket right now, ‘nd ‘m not keen on disturbing it.”

No hiding the content satisfaction there. Lucia chuckled and tucked her lover closer, closing her eyes despite not yet feeling drowsy herself. Cuddling was always the surest way to coax Hilda back into a better mood.

#ffxivwrite2021 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #hilda ware #lucia junius #hilda x lucia #lucia x hilda #dt's writing

[thran-duils]

Am I On the Screen? (P.2)

Title: Am I On the Screen? (Part 2) Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Summary: Hugh is a prick and the reader gets herself into trouble with him with her attitude. Hugh has the perfect plan to keep her in line though. Words: 2,116 Warnings: S M U T, language, dub-con, blackmail, masturbation, online sex Author’s Note: This is a duology! It is complete.

Part One ||  Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Hugh sat you in his lap, driving up into you, finding a new angle to hit your g spot.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

His smile was wolfish, sweat beading on his forehead.

Tits bouncing as he thrust up into you, you bit your bottom lip. You hated seeing that smile on his face and wished he had wanted to fuck you from behind. But he wanted to see it… he wanted to see you come undone. He was fucking you right too, and you were so close. It almost made up for the fact of who was buried inside you.

Hugh’s fingers found your clit in between the two of you, and you whimpered, moaning for him.

“Mhm, you dirty slut,” he jeered, his voice rasping. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” you gasped, not wanting him to stop as you ground yourself harder against his fingers. Your breath hitched as you tumbled down, thighs quivering.

Hugh’s chortle was dark and deep. His lips crashed into yours, his finger slipping away from your clit and his fingers digging into your hips as he gave a few more shallow thrusts. You were thankful the asshole had at least remembered to put on a condom.

<><><>

You answered the knock at your door and felt yourself deflate. Hugh was looming on the doorstep and moved past you before you had a chance to ask what he was doing there. Although, you had a good idea what it was. You had been ignoring him at work, only giving him clipped responses and paying attention to him only when absolutely necessary the past week. You were sure it was waning on him you were not bowing under his prowess. You were still angry with yourself for not only bending to his will on camera but allowing him into your home to finish himself. No matter how great both of those orgasms had been, they were tied to this egotistical prick.

He was carrying a gift bag you noticed as you closed the door and locked it.

“Hey, what are you—” you started to say when he began ascending the stairs without a word.

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing. I’m already half chubbed up just at the sight of you. Even in those horrendous clothes,” Hugh called over his shoulder.

Horrendous? You thought to yourself annoyed. It was just a baggy sweater and some pajama bottoms.

You followed him quickly up the stairs, making sure he did not go into your bedroom. He did not. He remembered what room your filming went on in. When you walked in after him, he tossed the gift basket onto the bed – must not be anything breakable. He shrugged his coat off, tossing it over the back of your chair.

“Mhm, you’ll give me a cut of profits for tonight.”

Confused, you threw your arms out. “You don’t need any money,” you told him slowly.

“And?”

“I am not giving you money. And I’m certainly not having sex with you on camera if that’s what you’re suggesting. Are you out of your mind?”

He was in front of you in a flash, setting you on edge. Hugh grabbed your wrist tightly when you tried to lean back. “Oh, you will. Because I’m gonna help you make a lot tonight. People love seeing a camgirl favorite fuck a fan. It won’t have to be live… we can blur out my face. Easy enough.”

Heat came to your cheeks and you tried to yank your wrist away from him, but he held tight.

“Hugh, let me go,” you said.

“I think you playing the little victim will look nice,” his breath hot on your neck. “Actually, it’s what I had planned. It’s like you’re reading my mind.”

“I’m not going to do that. Get out of my house.” You sounded braver than you felt.

“House? You live in a glorified apartment. Just because it has two floors—” Hugh was chuckling cruelly, and you cut him off.

“Did you not just hear me, you egotistical prick?”

Amusement gone in a second, Hugh slammed you up against the wall and you gasped in shock. His nose was inches from yours as he snarled, “Did you forget I’ve got you wrapped around my fucking finger, you little slut? I’ll leave when I’m good and goddamn ready. And that is going to be after I cum all over your ass.” You stared back at him, unable to form words, frightened to do so.

Hugh visibly relaxed and his hands fell. “Now, stop being an argumentative little bitch and go open my gift like a good girl.”

Stiffly, you moved away from him trying to hide your shaking hands and picked up the bag. You were stuck in this house with him; he was far stronger than you and he was right. He did have you wrapped and bent to his whims. You would do well to listen to what he wanted as long as he did not hurt you. And what he said was not wrong… fan fucking videos were popular. You could try to spin this positively for yourself.

You found an under bust corset and high waisted fishnet tights inside the bag. And upon digging deeper, a set of adjustable restraints.

“I’ll leave you to getting dressed. Chop chop,” Hugh told you nonchalantly – his ability to switch moods so quickly was truly unnerving – when he saw you had pulled everything out. “I’m gonna go make myself a drink. Unless you drank all my scotch?” You shook your head and he smirked, patting your cheek. “Perfect. Also, I love that dark berry lipstick.”

He left the room and your stared at the bag for a moment, thinking of what you had gotten yourself into. It took you a few moments, but you forced yourself to begin undressing yourself and getting up into his ‘gifts’. At your desk, you did simple makeup, putting the lipstick shade on he asked for.

You were unsure of what he wanted to do with the restraints, so you sat on the bed, scrolling through your phone uncomfortably in the corset and fishnets. When he appeared again, he had a drink in his hand – of course he had not brought you one or even offered to do so. He swirled the scotch in his glass, taking the sight of you in.

His eyes fell on the restraints and your stomach twisted at his smirk.

“Wrists out, precious,” he ordered you, snapping his fingers before he took a gulp of the scotch. You did as he asked, and he placed the glass down as he approached you. He was still fully clothed, but you knew that would not last long. Your wrists were bound in front of you and they dropped back to your lap. Hugh looked beside himself and you felt even more nervous knowing his mean streak. Why had you given in that easily?

“You’re even cuter like this. Tied up… scared,” Hugh breathed, his fingers running down your clavicle and onto the top of your breasts. You hated he knew you were frightened at the uncertainty of how far he was going to go; you did not like him having that power of you. He inhaled deeply, palming himself through his slacks, his eyes raking over you. His voice rumbled low, “I wanna break you, so, so badly.” He locked eyes with you and his smile was cruel, “And I’m going to, precious.”

He carried your camera over, turning it on, facing away from him. He slowly showed you, the new lingerie, the bondage at your wrists. You avoided looking into the camera, focusing on him instead. He was getting hot, basking in what he saw in front of him.

Moving back to your desk, next to the bed, he adjusted the camera to point mostly at you.

“Ass up,” he ordered.

You hesitated too long, and he rolled his eyes. He advanced on you quickly and tossed you over onto your stomach and landed a hard smack across your ass that was facing directly into the camera with him standing off to the side of the bed. You clenched which was a mistake because when he hit the second time, it hurt far worse. His fingers ghosted along your skin before he swung back, landing another hard hit. You yelped this time, and he gave a low, salacious moan at the sound of you. Another hit and your toes curled.

“Look at that perfect ass rippling under my hand,” he husked, his fingers back again touching you gently. You whimpered at the contact much to his amusement. “Oh, precious, you beg for this with those fuck me eyes. You ride cock so well and I’m gonna make sure you have a good one buried in you tonight.”

You heard his pants unzip, and you knew he was getting undressed.

His fingers were back on you and you clenched when you felt him yank at the fishnets. He tore a hole, exposing your sex and ass to the camera. He hummed in approval, his fingers dipping down from your asshole to your pussy, delving in between your lips. His fingers slipped inside you, one caressing your nub. You tried to lose yourself in the feeling, closing your eyes and riding his hand. Maybe this would make it easier. You had to play this off.

Hugh almost had you come undone on his hand before the camera before his fingers disappeared abruptly.

“Don’t make me toss you again,” Hugh warned. “Show them your pretty face.”

You did as he asked, ass in the air away from the camera now which gave him room to get up behind you and slip inside. You bit your bottom lip feeling him bottom out. Gripping the edge of your bed awkwardly through your tied hands, you bit your lip, grimacing against the pounding he was giving you. Broken moans fell from your lips. If Hugh wanted you to give him some of your tips from this video, you needed to make sure it was a good show.

Hugh’s arm wrapped around you and his fingers rubbed at your mouth, smearing your lipstick. His fingers slipped into your mouth, pulling back as he continued thrusting.

“Dirty, fucking whore,” he growled from behind you as he continued thrusting in, jolting you on the mattress unceremoniously. “Gonna milk the fuck out of me, aren’t you?”

You moaned in response, encouraging him further. His pelvis was bouncing off your ass he was buried so deep. Your tongue swirled around his fingers and he let out a strangled laugh, sounding lascivious. He muttered something incoherent as he quickened his pace.

When Hugh pulled out, his breath short and raspy. You heard his grunts as he worked himself to finish. His cum was warm, spurting on your ass cheeks.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Look at that… covered in my cum,” he rasped as the last of it dripped down. “Exactly how you should be. How I’m gonna make sure you stay.”

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Tags: @coconutqueen21 

#ransom drysdale x reader #dark!ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fic #my shit

[asstronauts]

Alphabet Soup

rating: t word count: 1.7k pairing: jemily summary: perhaps love is in the little moments more than the grand gestures. 26 times (among many) that JJ and Emily fall a little bit more in love with each other in the everyday, smaller moments.

read on ao3, if you’d prefer

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A - alphabet soup

JJ bought cans of alphabet soup for the boys when Michael first began to read, but Emily quickly found it much more entertaining to spell out words like "boob" or "ass" or "sex?" punctuated with a poorly modified capital P in place of a question mark. JJ had to shut it down when Michael asked what a "tit" was, and Emily panicked and mumbled something about birds.

B - bedtime

They would often unwind by reading before bedtime, and JJ found that Emily read through many foreign literature books. The nights she would fall asleep to Emily stroking her hair and reading aloud in words she didn't understand were the nights she felt most rested.

C - constellations

It was clear that Emily didn't actually know any constellations besides the Big Dipper and Orion. But when she laid on the grass with Henry and Michael, she made up stories in the stars about great heroes and the adventures they went on, and the boys fell in love with the night sky.

D - driving

JJ insisted on driving everywhere without the help of smartphone maps, which had gotten them lost on several occasions. Somehow it felt alright, when she had one hand on the wheel and one hand on Emily's leg, the windows were down, and her hair was streaming in the wind and reflecting the setting sun. Somehow it felt alright to be lost with her.

E - errands

For whatever reason, JJ made running any errand seem like immense fun. Buying groceries, getting gas, even sending a letter felt like an adventure when she was there. They'd only gotten kicked out of one grocery store — when JJ had knocked over an entire display stand of candy bars after running and jumping onto a shopping cart. They didn't regret anything.

F - forehead kiss

JJ wasn't that much shorter than Emily, but when the brunette pressed her lips to her girlfriend's forehead, JJ would feel the need to bury her face in Emily's neck to hide her blushing cheeks.

G - graveyard

On that day, JJ just needed space. So Emily took her to the flower shop the day before and drove her to the cemetery that morning and left her alone until she was ready. In the evening, they didn't speak, just laid with one another on the couch until JJ fell asleep in her arms.

H - horror movie

It was a cheap jump scare, but it made JJ scream out and grab Emily's arm, prompting the older woman to laugh at her. JJ responded with a playful slap, and Emily had to kiss her to reaffirm her love. They didn't finish the movie.

I - ice cream

On a day off, Emily took the boys to get ice cream, and when they came home raving about how Emily had managed to stack five ice cream scoops on top of a single cone, JJ knew she was with the right woman.

J - jaw

Emily's knees grew weak whenever JJ kissed up her jaw and whispered in her ear. Her girlfriend caught on and loved messing with her, working her up into a complete frenzy, then saying the most unsexy thing she could think of. Emily hated it, but she also couldn’t help but to collapse into a fit of giggles when JJ planted kisses all up the side of her face and whispered something like "corned beef" in a seductive voice.

K - kitchen

JJ would use every kitchen utensil as a musical instrument during any spare moment in cooking — while the food was cooking, while the water boiled, while the oven was preheating. She would sing into a wooden spoon and shove it into Emily's face to finish the lyric, and the two would dance in each others' arms all throughout the kitchen.

L - letters

When Emily spent her time in Paris and London, she and JJ wrote each other scores of letters the times they weren't together. They'd both filled up an entire box of papers and knickknacks until they were reunited. Even after, JJ would sometimes write a letter addressed to Emily, drop it into the mailbox and tell Emily to check the mail, for no reason except to make her smile.

M - mugs

JJ had an entire cupboard dedicated to mugs for her tea, which Emily could never understand because she only seemed to ever use two of them: one being a lumpy mug Henry had made in a pottery store and the other being a Valentine’s Day gift from Emily with lovely ceramic boobs protruding from the mug’s body.

N - notes

Emily bought a massive pack of post-its and began leaving notes for JJ around work, bringing a smile to her face every time she found a little colorful message. Some were encouraging — you can do it, you light up my world, you're amazing. Some were cheesy — i love you, je t’aime, when you see this blow me a kiss. And some were...questionable — JJ had to hide the extremely accurate (and well-annotated!) drawing of her naked body before Hotch saw.

O - omelette

Most of the time, Emily couldn't cook without the risk of burning the house down, but for some reason, she made the most scrumptious omelette. Despite not knowing how to cook scrambled or fried or boiled eggs, Emily's omelettes were always perfectly cooked, with an impeccable ratio of egg to filling. JJ tried everything she could to make them the same way, but the boys always preferred Emily's omelettes on Sunday mornings. JJ wondered if it was something she learned during her time in Paris.

P - plants

Before JJ, Emily had never been very good at taking care of plants. They seemed to die with little to no warning. But JJ had taught her well, making little plant calendars and teaching her signs to watch out for, and one morning, JJ caught her talking to one of the plants. As she listened more carefully, she heard that Emily was talking to each plant in a different language — according to the plant’s country of origin.

Q - quiet

The moments after the boys were put to bed were some of the only moments of quiet JJ and Emily got alone during the day. No matter how busy or tired they were, they always intentionally took a few moments to just quietly be with one another, curled up in the other's arms, lying in the other's lap, or simply sitting side by side.

R - rain

They'd gotten caught in the storm on the way back to the office from lunch. Despite JJ’s coat held up above them, the pair was getting drenched anyway, and they gave up and decided to make out in the rain instead. They swung their hands back and forth as they splashed over to the BAU, arriving soaked to the bone but elated, as Hotch shook his head at their sodden clothing and dopey grins.

S - Sergio

Emily had arrived home early and found JJ dancing in the hallway with Sergio to "Can't Stop the Feeling" blasting on the bluetooth speaker. She lifted her ban on Justin Timberlake that day, which had previously been in place when in a moment of weakness, JJ had declared she would choose him over Emily if given the chance. (She’d taken it back for Emily's sake, but deep down she couldn't really decide.)

T - thermostat

JJ liked the thermostat to be set at no lower than 77 degrees, while Emily loved the room as cold as possible. The first few months that they lived together was a horrible battle of constantly changing from one drastic temperature to the next, before JJ finally agreed to keeping the temperature low as long as Emily agreed to cuddle with her any time she got cold. Emily did not, however, realize that this compromise extended to the workplace, where JJ would sporadically ask for cuddles throughout the day, and Emily would have to comply.

U - ugly pajamas

Emily loved her ugly pajama sets. One of her favorites was a bright green Grinch onesie in a ridiculous Christmas sweater. JJ hated it until Emily showed it to the boys, and Michael howled with laughter and asked for one for himself. From that day forward, Emily bought her ugly pajamas in full family sets, including accompanying costumes for Sergio.

V - vanilla

Emily didn’t quite mind JJ’s early morning jogs because her favorite moments were when JJ came home after, took a shower, and climbed back into bed to give Emily a warm embrace, flooding her senses with the smell of vanilla shampoo. Emily would roll over to nuzzle her head in the crook of JJ’s neck and plant soft kisses there, breathing in her favorite scent.

W - wine

Emily drank red, JJ drank white. And Henry and Michael loved to join in, pretending to be adults by sipping grape juice from their colorful cups. Perhaps their family had unconventional tea parties, but at least they always had massive amounts of fun doing family activities tipsy. These were the nights when it was almost difficult to tell the difference between Michael and Emily’s coloring pages.

X - X-Files

JJ didn’t fully understand Emily’s deep obsession with The X-Files, but after Emily convinced her that she wasn’t only watching for Gillian Anderson, the younger woman began finding the long rambles and discussions of extraterrestrial life more endearing and interesting.

Y - yarn

JJ really wanted to get the hang of knitting and give something special to the boys, but Emily kept distracting her. Any chance she got, Emily would hold the yarn balls to her chest as fake boobs, use threads of yarn as mustaches, and drum the knitting needles against any surface. It wasn’t that JJ couldn't finish her projects out of annoyance — it was that JJ couldn’t help but laugh and find her girlfriend irresistible, forcing her to set aside her work and wrap herself up instead in the brunette’s embrace.

Z - zoo

It was Emily's explosive childlike joy when she had seen the dolphins. She claimed it was for the boys’ sakes, but JJ had noticed the pure excitement in her eyes when they saw the sign and felt the way Emily had tugged on her wrist to rush to the stadium and grab seats right in the splash zone. And in the screams of laughter and the moment when both Henry and Michael clutched at Emily when the water washed over them, JJ knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this woman.

#sorry wait these are just me projecting #and sorry melia i borrowed your xfiles content #i'm writing some angst rn so i did these to balance it out #more list of headcanons than fic but #maybe i'll take one or two and expand #tw alcohol mention #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #my post #i am soft for: jemily