#this goes in with the blue one of big V and the pink one of iii

[melit0n]

No words

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#[car crashing] [sirens blaring] [glass shattering] [explosion] #completely. normal about this pic #this goes in with the blue one of big V and the pink one of iii #what is up with the photos this year #what is up with HIM this year #sculped like a Greek Statue what #vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token #st

[mountainsandmayhem]

You’re Mine, Little Dove

(Joel Miller x Female!Reader) 18+

Summary: You’ve always loved walking at night, but an unexpected visitor goes from the most terrifying to most erotic night of your life.

TW: predator/prey dynamics, ropes, blindfolding, gagging, non consent, consensual non consent, oral, fingering, unprotected P in V, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby girl etc.)

A/N: I can’t say much without giving anything away, but this scene has been so fun for me to write. I’m tagging @untamedheart81 @beboldbebravethings @rav3n-pascal22 and @spookyxsam since you 4 wonderful people had such amazing support for my last story. And because delulu is the solulu, I’m also tagging @swiftispunk and @thetriumphantpanda because they’re both incredible creators and I truly admire their work.

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You’ve always loved the night, and since getting promoted at work walking in the dark has become your way of winding down. Your friends think you’re crazy, blabbing on about how it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be out there alone. One even suggested buying really dark sunglasses and walking during the day. You all laughed at that as you sipped rosé, but it’s not the same. For one, the summer sun in Texas is way too hot most days, but it’s also too “peopley” during the day. You want the solitude and quiet that comes with the dark.

All day you’re interrupted and expected to do things outside of your lane. Take work for example, today you were asked to take meeting minutes for a meeting that the team you lead isn’t even a part of. You lead a team, and have an assistant of your own who takes meeting notes, doesn’t that team lead have an assistant who can do that?

Probably not. He’s an arrogant prick, you think to yourself. But he’s the boss's son so he gets away with it. And because of that, you agree. You always fucking agree. Always happy to help, never saying no.

Here in the night though, it’s just you. The night doesn’t ask you to do anything but sleep, which you will do after enjoying the cooler summer air on your skin as you wander through the park behind your house.

There’s also a slight edge of danger to it that entices you. The park is well-lit, but who knows what could happen in the darkness between the casts of yellow light from lamppost to lamppost. Those darker spots might be your favourite, just a few steps away from the safety of the light.

You stop in one of those dark spots, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the sky, taking a big cleansing breath in.

Silence. Calm. Peace.

You hold your breath for a few seconds, silence ringing in your ears before you slowly exhale. Just before you open your eyes, two strong arms wrap around you. A hand clamps over your mouth, the other arm other snakes tightly around your waist, pinning your arms down with it.

Silence, calm, and peace, were quickly replaced with fear, terror, and panic.

A solid wall of a person leads you to the grassy, non-lit areas of the park and you realize you have never known fear before. The fun fear of a roller coaster or haunted house, yes; but never true heart-stopping fear. Your stomach drops and everything inside you is yelling to fight.

“Don’t scream, little dove.” A deep voice rumbles through you. If it wasn’t for his massive form holding you up, you’re sure you’d fall over.

This doesn’t happen here. This is a safe neighbourhood where you know all your neighbours. For a second you think it’s a joke, someone sneaking up on you that you know, but it’s almost midnight on a Wednesday. Who would be up at this point?

As he pulls you along your fear evolves into terror. You’re frantically trying to catch your breath through your nose as every happy memory floods through you. The sparkly pink bike you got when you were six. The first time you saw white sand and crystal clear blue waters. Watching your best friend get engaged. How proud your parents looked when you got promoted last year. What was the last thing you even said to your parents?

His strong frame forces you to the grass. He places a knee on your back, holding you down as he ties your hands with a scratchy rope. Your mouth is free as your forehead rests on the grass.

Scream. Now.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Why can’t you scream or at least look back at him to see who he is so you can describe him to the police?

Oh god, what if he doesn’t let you go?

Just as you open your mouth to try to scream again he gags you and then blindfolds you. You’re pretty sure it’s done with silk ties, but you really can’t be sure.

“Good job, little dove.” He coos in your ear as he helps you up. “You’ll be rewarded for keeping quiet.”

He leads you through more of the grassy fields. You try to map out which house you’re headed toward in your mind’s eye until you’re interrupted by the sound of crunching gravel under your shoes. You assume you’re in an alley or street as you hear the clicking of a car door.

Your overly conservative father's voice comes into your head. “You can’t go out dressed like that. Boys will get the wrong idea. You’re inviting them to take advantage of you.”

That was years ago. You’re an adult woman now, with a degree and a mortgage. You know your clothing isn’t an excuse for this man’s abhorrent behaviour, but maybe you should have changed from your denim skirt and tight black top.

As you hear the vehicle door open the panic begins. Your breath comes in shorter and shallower, and it feels like your heart is thumping in your throat. You’re sure your captor can hear it, or at least feel it through the skin of your bicep that he’s gripping so tightly. A whimper escapes you as he hoists you into a back seat and slams the door.

“Don’t cry, little dove.” He says from the front as he starts the engine. “It’ll only entice me.”

Fuck. Fuck. You’re dead. Or trafficked. How could you not have screamed?! You let him take you, but did you stand a chance either way? You could feel his chest on the back of your head when he grabbed you, he was probably a foot taller than you. His strong hand was large enough to practically cover your whole face. He was the predator…you were the prey.

You calm your breathing and focus on the turns the vehicle takes as it pulls out of your neighbourhood, not letting the tears fall, you refuse to give him that sort of satisfaction.

It feels like you’ve been driving for hours before you finally come to a stop. He hasn’t said anything from the front seat. No music played. As he turns off the car you can hear the sound of a garage door closing. You’re royally fucked.

The door near your feet opens and you scramble to the other side of the vehicle as your instincts to fight ignite. A strong hand grabs your ankle and pulls you forward. You kick blindly with your other leg, screaming through the silk that’s wedged between your teeth. He catches your other ankle, squeezing them both together with one hand and binds them together.

He hoists you over his shoulder and lays a hard spank across your ass, eliciting a squeal as the walls of your pussy clench a little. “Behave, little dove,” he says cockily. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking over how easily he overpowered you.

You try to say ‘fuck you’ through your gag.

“Oh, I intend to.” He says as he takes you inside and up the stairs.

He drops you down on a bed and undoes the gag. “Tell me your name.”

“Touch me again and I’ll rip your dick off.” You spit.

He chuckles a little while straddling you and lifting the hem of your shift, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. “I love it when my little doves talk dirty to me.”

He places light kisses along your skin and you squirm to try to get free, but his large frame has you trapped and your arms and legs are useless if they’re bound. A deep moan from his chest shoots straight to your core, sending a new wave of arousal as your body starts to betray you.

“You’re a fucking coward,” you say with as much hate as you can muster, trying to ignore the want that’s spreading through your traitorous body.

He lifts your shirt higher, exposing all the skin between your bra and denim skirt, continuing to place soft kisses and light nibbles along your skin.

“I only want to make you feel good, little dove.” He says in a husky whisper, “How does that make me a coward?”

God dammit he feels so warm against you. You push his soft lips and deep soothing voice out of your mind and focus back on the fear, terror and panic you felt earlier.

“Capturing someone in the night. Binding them. Real men aren’t afraid of the fight.” Taunting him is incredibly risky, but if you entice him enough he might untie you and you can fight like hell to get free. He couldn’t have taken you far.

His kisses cease. You almost let out a whimper of protest at him stopping. Are you this desperate for touch? You have a boyfriend.

“Is that what you think, little dove?” He shifts to be straddling your hips, leaning forward with both forearms on either side of your face. He brushes away some hair that has stuck to your lips. “That I’m not a real man?”

You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach as you try to squirm free. “Yes, you’re fucking pathetic.”

His lips move to your neck. Wet kisses moving from your ear to your collarbone. You’ve always been a sucker for neck kisses and with sight being taken away, your sense of touch seems heightened. Shit, his lips feel good and at this proximity, you catch a faint smell of leather and cedar. He trails his tongue back up before gently biting your earlobe.

Fuck, a small shiver runs down your back and your breath hitches as you squeeze your thighs together.

“I’ll make you a deal, little dove,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “If you can keep your breathing steady for the next 5 minutes, I’ll untie you and remove the blindfold.”

You feel dizzy by the closeness and gentleness of him. “And if I can’t?” You breathe.

“If you can’t…I’ll untie your ankles and remove the blindfold. I have a feeling you have beautiful eyes.”

You swallow hard, contemplating your options. He kidnapped you. He doesn’t have your consent to any of this, but based on the wetness that is now coating your thighs, your body doesn’t seem to get the same message.

You take a deep breath before saying, “Deal.”

Before the word has fully left your lips, he’s ripped your tank top completely open. His fingers work the front clasp on your bra as he whispers that he’s sorry about your shirt and starts placing hungry kisses down your neck. Your breasts are completely exposed to him, the cool air turning your nipples into stiff peaks.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He says as he cups both your breasts. His tongue swipes along the left nipple as his thumb caresses the smooth skin underside of the right one.

You remind yourself that he kidnapped you and try not to let your body and breathing betray you, but your thighs squeeze tighter for relief and your mind is swimming.

His tongue swipes harder before he moves over to the right one, sucking it into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers.

He’s playing you like a fiddle. How does he seem to know exactly what you like?

He releases your nipple with a pop before gently blowing cool air on it. He latches back onto the left one, swirling with his tongue and your hips involuntarily buck forward as your breath stutters.

“Good girl, little dove.” He says with a low growl, coming back up to be face to face. “Looks like I win. Your hands stay tied, but I’ll free your ankles and take off the blindfold.”

His minty breath hits your nostrils. Fuck, my hands!! How could you have forgotten about your hands? Shit. You can’t believe you let this monster make you feel good.

He slips the blindfold off and you blink a few times, adjusting to the dimly lit room and taking in the man on top of you. Fuck, monster he is not. His curly dark hair is pushed back and you can see some salt and pepper around the temples. He has patchy facial that you couldn’t even feel when he was kissing you, he was being much more gentle than you thought. He’s handsome and rugged…if anything, this man is your type.

“I was right,” he says, his deep brown eyes staring right into you. “You do have beautiful eyes.”

Now that he sees you as a person, you might be able to elicit some sympathy.

“P-please let me go.” You say, holding in tears.

He tilts his head to one side, a small smile revealing a dimple that makes you melt a little. “Let you go? We’ve only just started, little dove.”

The fear starts to come back again as he shifts to untie your ankles. “Please don’t do this.”

He kisses up your thighs and speaks between kisses. “Sshhhh…let me make you feel good and then you can go home.”

You should kick or flail or do something, you had your best chance just seconds ago, but his warm, soft kisses had you too distracted. You start to think this man wouldn’t actually hurt you. But he is hurting you by forcing you to be here in the first place, isn’t he?

You look down at him to see him lying beside you, head propped in one hand near your hip as the other trails up and down your legs. His features are soft, eyes wholly focused on the tiny goosebumps he’s leaving on his skin. His hand slips between your thighs and tries to part your legs, you’re suddenly unsure if you’re squeezing them together to ease the throbbing of your clit or out of fear.

“Open your legs for me, little dove.” He says as he kisses the tops of your thighs.

You shake your head as the tears you were holding in roll down your cheeks. He’s right near your knees now, you could draw one up into his jaw, but those big chocolate eyes are looking up at you so lovingly.

He get up, walks towards the end of the bed and grabs your ankles. Like the flip of a switch, his look turns harsh and angry before he pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your skirt hikes up around your waist from the motion and he licks his lips as he wedges his body between your knees, spreading you apart enough for him to see you glistening for him.

“Tsk, tsk.” He says while shaking his head and lowering himself slowly between your legs. “Walking alone at night, in this little skirt with no panties?”

He lowers himself between your thighs and you begin to realize just how broad he is as your leg muscles cry out from the stretch. The rest of the room comes into view. There are handcuffs and ropes, along with paddles and whips hanging on the wall. There was no escaping this man, and your curiosity is peaked by the ropes you notice around the bed frame.

“Perhaps you’re not a little dove after all.” He taunts, looking at your wide eyes as they take in the room. He’s going to take what he wants from you and you barely fought it. You’re enjoying his words and touches, even more so now that you see how incredibly handsome he is.

“Please.” You whimper, making eye contact with your captor. Though you aren’t sure if it’s a plea to stop or keep going.

“You look even more gorgeous spread out for me like this. So wet. And warm.” He’s looking at your cunt like it’s the newest wonder of the world. “Doesn’t look like she has gotten the attention she needs lately. Does your boyfriend not know what he’s doing?”

His warm breath hits your core as he speaks, sending waves of warmth from the base of your spine out to your fingertips.

“He….” you aren’t sure what to say. You love your boyfriend, “he does. He just isn’t…skilled.”

A gentle kiss is placed on your mound, right above the spot that’s aching for attention. “Poor baby. Do you need me to take care of it, little dove?”

You clamp your eyes shut. You shouldn’t. This is wrong. But your traitorous pussy has other plans and you very quietly whisper yes.

His mouth is on your before you can even process what you just agreed to. A flat, wet tongue laps from your entrance to your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. He groans deeply as he tastes you, sending a rumble straight through you. You cry out loudly and arch your back, pushing yourself into him.

“Good girl.” He says before doing it again. “I want to hear you enjoy it.”

His mouth continues to keep you on edge. Rotating between licking and sucking, adding pressure until you start breathing heavily and then easing up. You’re right on the edge, but he’s not letting you over.

“Please. Please let me come.” You beg.

He stops, looking at you with a cocky smirk, revealing that fucking dimple again. “That boyfriend of yours has been mistreating you, little dove. So worked up.”

You let a whine when he stops and begs some more. “Please. You feel so good.”

He slams two fingers deep inside of you. You’re so wet that it happens with ease and when he curls his fingers forward, right to that spongy part, you start to feel like your bones are dissolving.

“F-fuuuuuck,” you gasp.

His tongue begins to flick against your clit again, gently at first as he works you with his fingers. You can feel your arousal dripping down his hand and pooling under your ass. He starts applying more pressure with his tongue and you know that he’s going to make you come. Hard. And with your hands still tied behind your back you won’t be able to push him away when you become too sensitive. Too overly stimulated.

“Come on my little dove,” he says between licks. “Show me how good this feels.”

Your orgasm hits with a force you have never felt before. Electricity feels like it courses through your entire body and you scream out to the room, legs shaking as you cover his hand and mouth with your arousal. He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking as your orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and you try to roll away.

“S-Stop. S’too much,” you gasp. “Please.”

He pulls his fingers from you, pinning your hips down with his forearm making you a prisoner to his tongue. He’s going to make you come again.

“I can’t,” you huff as you try to escape.

“Ssh, little dove. You can take it.” He keeps sucking and licking your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your body starts to shake, the word no escaping your lips over and over. You mean yes, but this man is overwhelming you with pleasure in a way no one ever has before, and you don’t know if you can take it.

He moans against you as he sucks, that same rumble from earlier, it consumes you and that’s what does it. You come again, grinding shamelessly against his face as he smiles up at you.

“Good girl. Fuck, I am going to ruin you for every other man. No one is going to make you come as hard, or as much as I will. Roll over.”

The fact that he’s taken you against your will is not even in your mind as you slide back into the bed to roll over. He pulls you up so your knees are resting right on the edge, fully on display for him.

“Such a perfect little pussy. And a perfect girl. Being so good for me.” You hear his belt and jeans hit the floor. Glancing back you see him naked from the waist down, pumping his cock in his hand. Your eyes widen at the size of him.

“No. It’s not gonna….I can’t do it.” You crawl up the bed to get away, laying flat on your stomach.

He climbs up behind you and hitches one of your legs up before aligning himself with your soaked entrance.

“Relax, little dove,” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. He pushes himself into you and you tense up at the size of him.

“You need to relax, baby girl.” He says deeply, “Take a deep breath. You can do this.”

You do as he says, looking over your shoulder at him and breathing deeply.

He pushes into you more, not breaking eye contact. “Good girl. Make room for me.”

He’s stretching you almost to the point of pain but you listen and breathe. The more relaxed you are the better it feels. There can’t be much more left for him to get inside of you.

“Almost there. You’re such a good little dove. One more breath baby.” Finally, you feel his hips pressed against your ass. He stays still for a second and you grind back into him.

“Fuck, stay still for a second. You’re so tight.” He gasps. Pride fills you that this big man can be brought to pieces by just the tiniest wiggle of your ass.

He takes a few breaths this time before he starts to move. He starts slow. Moving halfway out and then back in a few times. You need more.

“Fuck me,” you moan. “Please. Ruin me for other men like you promised.”

A hard smack lands on your ass cheek before he pumps in and out of you. He’s rough with you now, grabbing your hair and pounding as deep as he can after pulling out to the tip.

“You won’t be able to walk for a week.” He grunts before releasing your hair and spanking you again.

It’s euphoric. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain. You arch your back more and he lays another slap across your ass.

“You’re not a little dove are you?” He growls as he fucks you.

“No,” you breathe. Barely able to form a thought.

“Tell me what you are.” He says, slapping your ass again.

“I’m yours. I’m your desperate, cock loving little dove.” It comes out as a whine, your orgasm growing closer.

He doesn’t stop pounding into you. “Fuck. That’s my good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

You can feel your arousal soaking the sheets below you, and hear the squelching as he fucks into you. You arch your back again so he can brush against that spot you love so much. He reaches under you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit.

“Oh….f-fuck.” You coo.

“Yea?” He taunts, “You like that? My rough fingers on your beautiful little cunt?”

His words send another rush of arousal to your core, this is wrong. You shouldn’t like this, but you’re not sure you’ll survive if he stops what he’s doing.

“N-no. Fuck you.” You try to sound mad but it hits his ears in breathy moans.

“My perfect girl.” He taunts, “Come on my big cock. Squeeze me with that tightly little pussy.”

Your vision blurs as you start to gush all over him. Your whole body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you, moaning and squealing like a woman possessed. Your legs shake so hard that you feel like you’re in the middle of an intense gym session. Slowly you gain control of your body again and he’s right, you’re ruined for all other men.

“Good fucking girl,” he says as he pulls out and climbs up the bed. “You’re so hot. Open your mouth for me, little dove.”

He pumps himself over you as you roll on your back and open your mouth. His strokes and breathing become erratic as warm ropes of come hit your tongue and face. He lets out a deep moan as he covers you.

He leans in a kisses your lips, not caring about the come on your chin or cheeks, the biggest smile crossing his face.

“Let me get you a face cloth, babe.” He says with a little laugh.

“Thank you, Joel.” You say with a wink. “And please untie me, my hands are asleep.”

He laughs, “I would, but I’m just your unskilled boyfriend now.”

He gently wipes off your face before reaching back and untying your wrists. He kisses them gently before laying back on the bed. “Was that ok?”

You curl into his arms. “It was perfect, baby.”

“Are you sure?” He squeezes you reassuringly. “You seemed genuinely scared a few times.”

“I told you I was in theatre in high school.” You laugh to yourself.

He chuckles deeply as he rubs your back. “I don’t think all of that was acting…”

You glance up to see him smiling at the ceiling, clearly very proud of himself for making you come so hard. “True, I think we need to change the sheets.”

Another gentle kiss lands on your forehead. “I love you.”

“You too, Joel. Very much.”

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Tags: @wannab-urs

#joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel x female reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #pedrohub #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller x f!reader

[sturnioloremarker]

Scripted Rings

Pairing: ArrangedHusband!Matt × Fem!Reader

Summary: Wars goes on between a arranged marriage couple with their sexual lives but one night things take a turn and they end up in one bed......

Warings:SMUTTTT,arranged marriage.

Smut Summary: p in v, protected sex, oral fem!receiving.

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'Mr. and Mrs. Sturniolo' are what me and Matt are known as. I wish it was the truth. Our week goes the same evry time,Monday to Friday,Matt has his dick down his girlfriend,Anna's, throat.

Don't get me wrong,I'm not innocent of the crime,but Matt overdoes it.

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8:45 p.m. (Present Day)

Matt came in storming through the kitchen throwing his keys on the counter. I looked up from my phone screen,

"What the fuck is your problem?" I scoffed. He watched me with rage in his eyes,not answering the question.I rolled my eyes as he walked away going to his room,upstairs in the big shared penthouse we have,slamming the door.

(Time skip)

I poured a glass of tequilla in a glass as Matt came out from his room.

"Pour me one?" he asked. I nodded and gave him a small smile,pouring the drink into the glass and handing it to him.

"So,what happened this evening?" I asked,referring to his little scene.

He took a sip of his drink before answering, "Um well,I went to visit Anna and when I went into her apartment,I saw her fucking a guy." He answered swirling the drink in the little glass.

I knew it was bad, but I couldn't help but feel a little glad that they weren't together.

"Oh,I'm sorry." I said trying to sound sympathic.

" It's alright,I'm sorry for,um,acting like an asshole earlier." He said as he walked closer to me,putting his hand on my waist.

"Can I make it up to you?" He said as he put down his drink before grabbing mine and placing it on the counter next to his.

He put his arms around my waist as he pulled me into him.

"Matt," I started but got cut off by his lips on mine.

"Please?" He murmured into the kiss. I sighed as he pulled away.

"Okay." I said as I bit my lip and smiled. He smirked as he dragged us upstairs,our feet stepping on the un-carpeted stairs.

He opened the door to his room,the scent of his cologne meeting my nose.

"Go on the bed for me,baby." He said as he peppered kisses on my neck.

I felt my heat get even more wet from his words. I walked to his bed and collapsed on my lower back holding myself up with my forearms.

"So sexy." He said as he got ontop of me,kissing my plump lips.

His tounge pushed inside my mouth,making me moan.

I pushed my hand down to his crotch and palmed him,making him groan and pull away from the kiss.

"Ready baby?" He asked while undoing his belt from his jeans. I nodded and watched as he pulled down his pants,revealing his blue boxers.

"You gonna keep your clothes on love or are you leaving me here pretty?" He asked as I snapped my head back up to his face.

I looked back down to my top and started unbottoning my white buton-up top. As I finshed unbottoning it,my lacey pink bra was revealed,Matt's hands immediately massaging my right boob.

I through my head back as I whimpered.

"Please,Matt. I need it so bad." I asked as he chuckled,opening his bedside drawer.

"Pick a colour baby." He said as he held up a blue and red condom packs.

"Blue." I said knowing that's his favourite colour. He smirked as he opened the condom with his teeth.

"Good choice, pretty." He said as he pulled down his boxers. My eyes widened as I saw how big he was. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum.

He rolled the condom on himself as he lined himself up with my entrance.

"Ready?" He asked as he held me in place by my hips.

I nodded as I looked up at him. He pushed into me slowly,giving me time to adjust to his member.

As he bottomed out,I nodded for him to move. He staeted to thrust into at a steady pace.

I moaned as his cock brushed over my cervix. "Oh fuck Matt." I moaned as his thrust started to get faster.

"Enjoying yourself, pretty?" He asked as his hands trailed from my down to my clit.

I moaned as I nodded my head,rocking my hips back and fourth trying to get more friction from his hand.

"Mm, I'm gonna cum all over your cock,baby." I moaned as I felt a knot form in my stomach.

"Let go,baby,come on,you're doing so good for me." He said as he threw his head back and groaned.

"I'm cumming!" I moaned as I felt the knot in my stomach snap,climaxing all over Matt.

"Good girl" he said as he kept thrusting into my sensitive hole.

"Oh fuck baby,I'm almost there." He moaned as he thrusted harder into me.

I started feeling a little overstimulated but kept on letting Matt thrust into me.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned as his white spurts of come released into the blue condom.

He slowly pulled out of me as I whimpered.

He pulled out the condom from his dick and threw it in the bin next to his bed.

He nuzzled me into his chest as he rubbed my back soothingly.

"So,was I better than Anna or worse?" I asked as he chuckled,his chest vibrating from it.

"Way better." He said as he smirked down at me.

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I NEED REQUESTS PLEASEEEE!

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] Part 4: [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (4k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Sex Toys, P in V sex, Mutual Masturbation, Bondage but they're really tame about it, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: Carmy's eyebrows arched in surprise once he saw the contents of the box, accompanied by a pink colored brochure with more options of toys, and big, bold slogans about thrusting and G spots. "Oh. That's intense," he said, not repulsed but definitely taken aback.

A couple of boxes had arrived at the store early in the morning. You were sorting their contents when Carmy walked in through the back door.

"I'll be with you in a minute, babe," you said, leaving a peck on Carmy's cheek.

"Take your time," Carmy eyed the new merch, his tattooed fingers running over the wool of a blue sweater - one you had picked out for his Christmas present knowing it would make his eyes look stunning. You bit your bottom lip to contain a satisfied smile.

"What's this one? Jewelry?" 

When you turned around, Carmy was holding a small cardboard box, shaking it lightly by his ear. Your heart started racing when you realized what it was.

"Um, actually, that's a surprise," you cleared your throat. "For you. Well us. But we'll open it later, okay?"

"Now I'm curious," he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away from the counter and closer to him. You ran your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. 

"Well, if you weren't so damn nosy..." you said playfully.

"Fuck off," he said without bite. "You like my nose."

You nuzzled against it, then kissed him sweetly. 

"I do," you admitted. "Now come on, I'll see you tonight."

He left begrudgingly, but not before he gave you a bruising kiss. 

~

When Carmy arrived home, you took him to the bedroom and placed the cardboard box on his lap. He smirked. While he was opening it, you started getting nervous and second-guessing yourself. Men could get very defensive when it came to sex toys.

"This isn't, like, a jab or anything," you said quickly. "It's just something new to try for fun, you know?"

You didn't lack novelty in the bedroom. Maybe it was because Carmy was new to sex but he was willing to try most things. You had to squeeze your thighs at the memory of him fucking you against the bathroom wall, angled precisely so you could both see your reflection in the mirror as he buried himself deep inside you.

Carmy's eyebrows arched in surprise once he saw the contents of the box, accompanied by a pink colored brochure with more options of toys, and big, bold slogans about thrusting and G spots. 

"Oh. That's intense," he said, not repulsed but definitely taken aback.

"So I didn't know what you'd like, I'm guessing you don't know either," Carmy hummed in agreement. "So, uh, I bought a couple of things I wanted to try. You can choose next time, if you want," you offered sheepishly, taking out one of the two gifts you had ordered and handing it to Carmy. 

"It's a ring," he said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he felt it buzz on his palm. "And that's-"

"A vibrator, uh, for me... It's got a remote and everything so you can, uh, you know, control it too," you had seen the way Carmy's eyes darkened when he made you come before he did. It was that selflessness you loved but also something hungry and dark that made your knees buckle. "That is if you want..."

"Jesus, yes!" Carmy replied, flustered.

"Okay," you sighed with relief and grinned. "Okay! And, uh, if we like it, you can pick the next one."

"I'd like that," Carmy took a quick look at the brochure, slightly less intimidated than when he had just opened the box. "Just a quick question," he stared at the section dedicated to rabbits and dildos. "That goes inside you?"

You laughed. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty self explanatory."

He chuckled and covered his face, probably the reddest you had ever seen him. "No, yeah, I know. It's just- Does it, you know, fit?"

You took the brochure from his hands and squinted to see the measurements. 

"It's not that much bigger than your cock, Carm." you flirted. 

"Really?"

"Really," you knelt next to him on the mattress, a hand on his upper thigh and your lips ghosting over his ear. "So..."

"Uh- can I watch?" he asked, his voice quiet as he handed you the smooth vibrator. "Just for a little while. Then, I'd like to try that," he pointed at the remote, a little quiver in his voice. 

It was thrilling, knowing he desired you and your pleasure that much.

"Yes."

He started kissing and undressing you, hands kneading on your ass and thighs, lips kissing your chest. Once he got rid of your jeans he looked up at you expectantly.

You placed the vibrator over your underwear, teasing with the lowest setting, going around your whole pussy, feeling yourself get wet as you stared into Carmy's eyes - he licked his lips. You nudged your underwear lower and lower, halfway down your thighs, clicking the vibrator one notch harder. 

"Oh," you moaned and arched your back, something red and hot boiling in your veins. 

Carmy's hands caressed the inside of your legs and thighs, taking your underwear off completely, opening you wide. "Can I?"

You handed him the controller, your heart racing. His fingers hovered over the buttons.

"Be nice," you pleaded - though a secret part of you wanted to see how bad he could actually be. If his dark eyes were any indication he was toeing that line between loving and feral that made sex with him so delicious. "Actually, no. Don't be nice. Just have fun with it," you let out a breathy laugh. 

"Let me know if you don't like something, anything," he asked softly.

"Yeah," you exhaled. 

"Okay," he turned it up for a moment and then turned it off. You let out a needy whine. He kissed the inside of your calf, soothing. "I want it to last. You look so good, sound so good."

He went back to teasing, then slowly to a rhythm that made you roll your eyes and hips, and just to the edge of your release and back down. 

You let out a frustrated noise, desperate as you ground against the now perfectly still vibrator. 

"I can't believe you're edging me without me teaching you what that is," you complained half-heartedly, wiping beads of sweat from your forehead. 

Carmy was giving you a moment to catch your breath while he undressed, staring at you hungrily the whole time. His cock was hard and leaking in his boxer briefs.  

"You're so good," he said softly, sitting back in front of you, turning the vibrator back on, up and up, making you writhe against the sheets and moan loudly. Your jaw was slack and your free hand was grabbing at the sheets. "My good girl," he said, ears pricked up for the drawn out moan he knew would follow.

"Please, please," you met his eyes. "Please."

"Good girl," he repeated, going up a notch and watching you come, legs shaking and high-pitched screams leaving your lips. Your hips thrust with a will of their own as you rode it out, trembling with pleasure. Carmy's eyes were on you as you started breathing normally again and took the vibrator off your clit.

"Shit," you sighed. Your fingers grazed over your hard nipples, finding electricity wherever you touched. You would need a little while to be functional again. 

"D'you like it?" you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

"Did I like it?" Carmy repeated then moved on top of you, strong arms holding him up as he kissed you senseless. His curls had become loose and they tickled your forehead. "I loved it so fucking much. So much."

He kissed the side of your face vehemently, like a man starved and you hummed contentedly. He ground into your hips a little.

"Give me a minute," you said softly. You were definitely wet enough to do just about anything Carmy could want but the world was still spinning a little. "I'll fuck you in a second," you joked breathily.

"Sorry," he chuckled into your neck. "Be right back," he kissed your temple and padded out of the room. 

He returned with a glass of water and condoms. 

"My hero," you teased, drinking eagerly while you watched him take off his boxers and pump himself a couple of times. The sight made you wetter if that was even possible - the prospect of fucking Carmy making you wild with need. "Your turn. Put that condom on," you said, reaching over for the cock ring.

"Oh," Carmy frowned once the toy was on him. "Feels weird."

"Bad weird?" you asked.

"Weird weird," he laughed, moving awkwardly to turn it on. "Fuck, never mind," he exhaled, eyes rolling back. 

You caressed him - his shoulders, his chest. "Too much?" you asked after a moment of him being very still and quiet.

"No, it's good, it's good," he replied dreamily, going back to his place above you, lowering himself into your pussy. You moaned loudly at the immediate feeling of fullness, the easy glide of his cock inside you, and the vibration against your clit. 

"Fuck, that's perfect," he slurred, overwhelmed. His brow furrowed in concentration as he was overcome with pleasure. "Shit. I can't move," he admitted. 

"Wanna switch?" you offered gently.

"Yes. Yes, please. Fuck," he pulled out of you, falling on the mattress, that same stunned expression returning to his face as you lowered yourself on his cock.

"Shit," you keened. The angle made the ring hit exactly on the perfect spot of your clit, your thighs were shaking and you hadn't even begun to ride him. "I'm not going to last, Carm."

"Neither am I," there was a sense of relief as he said it and chuckled. His hands squeezed at your hips with desperation. "Please."

You started moving back and forth, making Carmy squeeze his eyes shut, his breath coming in heavy exhales as you let out needy noises. 

"Holy fucking shit," he said, finally opening his eyes, following your breasts as they bounced up and down while you rode him harder and harder. 

"You're ruining me," he managed, his hand reaching for yours, calloused fingers keeping you grounded. "Ruining me completely."

You couldn't speak; every coherent thought was replaced with Carmy - his face, his voice, his tattoos, his smell, his body... 

You felt him growing tense underneath you, his muscles taut as his cock twitched inside you. You could hear Carmy panting and growling, his chest rising quickly under your palms. Exhausted, you stopped riding him and leant forwards, into Carmy's chest and open arms, your pussy directly on the cock ring. 

"Oh my- Oh my God," you gasped and trembled through a blinding orgasm while Carmy held you tight. Everything was white and hot and your ears were buzzing. You kept rutting into his hips, shaking with ecstasy for what felt like a very long time. Carmy's hands went from your spine down your ass and back up, then gently caressed the curve of your waist. 

After a while you winced at the vibration underneath you. Carmy rolled you to your side, sliding his softening cock out of you. You saw him take off the ring and discard the condom in a haze. 

"You okay?" he asked. His eyes were back to that soft, blue worry you loved so much. You cupped the side of his face.

"I'm perfect," you replied, out of breath. "You?"

"I'm good," he smiled. "That was-"

"Amazing," you supplied.

"I was going to say fucking insane but amazing works."

You giggled into his shoulder. He took your hand and held it close to his chest. You could feel his pulse still racing. 

~

The walk to Carmy's apartment was more quiet than usual. His arm was around you, warm but a little tense. 

"You okay?" you asked, raising your hand to interlock with his. 

"Yeah," he exhaled, "can't wait to get home is all."

You leaned deeper into his side. "Bad day?"

Carmy let out a chuckle. "Actually it was fine," he cleared his throat. "No, I got something in the mail this morning."

"Okay," you waited but he didn't say anything else. You stared as he got the keys out and opened the door.

You walked in, and as soon as the door closed, he started kissing your neck, hugging you from behind, breathing heavily into your hair.

"What's gotten into you?" you giggled, turning around to return his kisses, pressing against him greedily.

"Can you stay the night?" he asked instead.

"Of course, yeah," you replied against his lips. You practically lived there but he was always nice enough to ask when sex might be on the table. 

"Good," he sighed, his forehead to yours. 

He swayed you both slowly to the couch. On the coffee table there was a package. 

"Open it," he said with a faint smile, fingers tapping nervously on his knee. 

"Is this-?" you arched your eyebrow. He nodded.

Carmy hadn't taken you on the offer to let him pick your next toys... Until now, it seemed.

You rummaged through the box and touched metal and leather. Handcuffs. You had never fantasized about being tied up but you could be persuaded - maybe. You studied them in the light, they seemed sturdy and there was padding to stop you from getting hurt. Still...

"We'll have to talk about this, Carm. I trust you.  Completely. It's just-" you started, watching him tilt his head in confusion as you talked. 

"Oh, no. I mean, we can definitely talk about it," he said gently, "but those are for me."

You stared at him with wide eyes, something warm settling inside your belly. 

"Is that okay?" he asked when you were quiet for a moment too long. 

You pictured him, toned arms above his head, pupils dilated, writhing on the bed as you had your way with him...

"Yeah," you replied breathily. "That would be- fuck- I think I would be into that."

He smiled. 

"This one's for you," he said then, handing you a pink rabbit vibrator. You recognized it as the one Carmy had asked about weeks ago - it was bigger than him but only a little. "I don't know how it works exactly but, uh-"

You tested a few of the buttons and found the vibration settings for the dildo and the clit bit. You were already biting on your lip at the thought of using it when you found out the dildo moved on its own.

"Shit," you said.

"It can fuck you," Carmy added, his voice low. 

Your mind started racing at the prospect of having the toy inside you while you sucked Carmy off. Something to think about for later. 

"Do you, uh, do you have anything planned for tonight?" you asked. 

"Uh, kind of," he hesitated. 

"Tell me."

Carmy loved having a plan. You closed your thighs in anticipation. 

"I want you to cuff me to the bed."

"Okay." Pretty straightforward.

He gestured at the vibrator. "And I want you to fuck yourself with it. I want you to enjoy yourself and cum as many times as you want. And I want to watch."

Your throat went dry at his confident delivery. When you had started fucking Carmy, what felt like ages ago, he was the one blushing at things, going along with the plan. This was different - he was telling you what he wanted, he was in charge. Even if he wasn't going to be able to touch you. 

"How will you-?"

"Cum?" Carmy ended for you.

"Well, yeah. I want you to enjoy yourself too, Carm." You loved the plan so far but you weren't sure it was a fair deal.

"That's what you're worried about?" he asked incredulously. "I don't think you know the effect you have on me. The times I've had to stop myself from enjoying too much when I hear you or see you while we fuck," your stomach fluttered. He wasn't always so open. It felt like you had stumbled into something very intimate, except he had taken you there willingly. "Baby, I'll be fine."

You got closer to him. You didn't really know what to say in return so you just caressed him, his face, his hair, his shoulders. You searched for his eyes and found something fierce, something so like love...

"Tell you what," he said after a while. "If I haven't finished by the time you want to untie me, we can fuck and call it even?"

It seemed almost silly, to have him offer that, like you were haggling, like he was appeasing you, but you agreed nevertheless. 

"Deal," you gave him a little peck to settle it. "I still think I'm fucking scamming you but whatever." 

That made him chuckle. 

"Come on," he pressed another kiss on your lips and started walking to the bedroom, his silhouette undressing beckoning you like a siren's song. 

You found him shirtless, laying on his back, his jeans half unbuttoned. 

"Fuck," you said softly, your hands fidgeting with the handcuffs. "Are we doing safe words and shit?"

"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.

"We can do green, yellow and red, you know? Green if everything is fine, red if you want me to stop and untie you," you had read about it ages ago, probably in Cosmo magazine or some shit like that but it was better than nothing.

Carmy nodded and offered his wrists to you. 

You bit your lip in concentration as you tightened the right cuff. "Yeah?"

"A little tighter," Carmy said. His Adam's apple bobbed when you pulled on the strap. "Mhmm, that feels better."

You secured the chain to the bed, your heart racing all the while. 

"Hey, you okay?" Carmy asked, his blue eyes searching for yours. You realized your hands were shaking. 

"Nervous," you admitted. "Never done this before."

Carmy used his free hand to cup your face. "Bad nervous? We can stop right now." 

You leaned into his touch - he was warm. 

"Good nervous, I think," your underwear was damp from you talking about it, you had to at least give it a go. "I'll tell you if it gets too much."

Saying that, you kissed his palm and secured the left cuff. 

You started undressing, there, sat by Carmy. His eyes followed every move. You stared right back - the strain on his arms, the tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows, his soft mouth agape. He looked beautiful, straight out of a painting, except he was breathing heavily. He shivered when your cardigan  grazed his skin as you threw it out of the way.

You stopped at your bra, then discarded your boots and jeans. The vibrator was on the other side of the bed, so you leaned over Carmy to reach it, your hair tickling at his stomach. He hummed.

You leaned in to kiss him: hot, full of tongue, then stopped and moved out of his reach. 

"Like that," he said softly, some reassurance that this was exactly what he wanted. You smiled and turned the vibration on. 

You moved it over your body, on your stomach, over the inside of your thighs. You were taking your sweet time. You took off your bra and caressed your nipples with the tip of it, a drowned out moan leaving your lips.

"Yes," Carmy said, his voice was close to that feral growl that made you curl your toes.

Finally, you placed it between your legs.

"Fuck," you hummed, getting rid of your underwear as quickly as you could, wetting the toy with your arousal. Carmy probably had lube on his bedside table but you didn't want to move, not when he was looking at you like that. His eyes were wide open and you knew that if he wasn't tied up he would be on top of you already, pounding into your pussy hard and fast. You bit your lip - you wanted it. 

You shifted on the mattress until you were in full display in front of him and aligned the toy with your entrance. 

"Eyes on me," Carmy said, his voice hoarse. A shiver went down your body. You got that delicious fullness while looking at Carmy; it felt right and good.

Once the dildo was inside you, it all became a blur. You let yourself lose control, selfishly seeking your pleasure. You got even more turned on by the sight of Carmy tied up, arms flexing.

"Is this what you want?" you said between gasps, searching the blue of his eyes, feeling your first orgasm approaching rapidly. "Oh, fuck, fuck- Carmy..."

You drew out his name into a moan, one hand pushing the dildo into you, the other playing with your nipples. You kept going, staring at him, the delicious V of his stomach as he thrust his hips into nothing. 

"Pleeeease," he keened. He was desperate, his neck strained when he arched into the bed. 

The room was hot, filled with sweat and moans from the two of you. You came and you muffled the cry that followed into your forearm.

"Let me hear you," Carmy asked with urgency once it was over. "Please, come again and let me hear you."

You climbed up the bed and gave him the sloppiest kiss, drunk with pleasure, licking into his mouth. 

"Yes, anything you want," you said, your lips on the side of his face. Then, you leaned back, just out of his reach, and started thrusting against the dildo, there, still straddling his torso, making a mess of arousal and sweat on his abs. You could feel the rhythm of him fucking into nothing just behind you. Your moans came almost in unison.

"You look so beautiful, so beautiful," he mumbled, his eyes glassy.

You went quicker, emboldened by his praise, feeling your pussy flutter against the dildo. "I feel so good."

"Cum, baby, please," he blurted out. 

And you did. And you kept going. Your moans turned into whines and then quiet sobs as the orgasm went on and on. You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed.

"You're doing so good," you could hear Carmy through a fog of lust. "Sound so beautiful. I could die here, I swear..."

Slowly, the waves of pleasure became gentler, the vibration inside you just a soft hum, and you opened your eyes to Carmy's bessoted face. He stared like you were a beautiful work of art or a stunning sunset. It was everything.

You leaned forward, kissing his face, licking the salt off his skin, running your hands up his muscular arms, moaning softly as you took the dildo out.

"Did you finish?" you slurred into his ear. 

"It doesn't matter," he said earnestly, his tone soft.

And you smiled, kissing the side of his face, less lust drunk and more devoted as you went. You left kisses on every tattoo you could find. You loved him so much. 

"Can I touch you? Please," you begged.

"Yeah," he exhaled into your hair.

You reached down, between your legs, under his jeans and boxers, and started caressing his cock. It was tenting his clothes and leaking with precum. 

"You're so hard, Carm," you whispered. "You've been so good. Let me take care of you."

He groaned at your gentle touch. 

"Baby..."

"Carmy," you called, your free hand caressing his chest, lightly pinching his nipple.

"Oh, fuck," his jaw went slack. "Keep doing that."

You slid downwards, started kissing on his chest, licking at his nipples, and raking your nails down his ribs. 

"Jesus, fuck!" he thrust into your hand forcefully and shook the chain of the handcuffs. "Take these off. Please. Jesus."

You straightened up and stopped touching him, making him whine in response.

"You sure?" you asked.

"Yes! Red or whatever the fuck we said," he panted. "I need to hold you."

You freed him from the handcuffs as fast as you could. Once the first one was off, he rushed to help you, throwing them across the bedroom when he was done. 

"Thank fuck!" he said and immediately brought you down to hold you close, lying back with you on top. 

He kissed you hungrily, tongue first, mouth open. He ran his hands up your spine, squeezed your ass, caressed your legs, worshipping every inch of skin he could touch. You went back to pumping his cock, grinding into his jeans, your forearm grazing on your pussy and sending little shocks of pleasure as you went.

"Fuck," he moaned into your mouth. "I'm so fucking in love with you. Love you so fucking much."

"I love you. I love you," you said right back. 

Your hand pumped faster and faster, he was close. 

You made him lose control with one nipple in your mouth and the other held tight in your free hand.

"Son of a bitch," he cursed and came in his stomach and your hand. You kissed his chest one last time.

"That's new," you said, pumping his cock a couple of more times then letting go. You settled next to him on the bed, wiped your hand on the bedsheets and made yourself comfortable on his pillow.

"What is?" Carmy asked, breathless.

"You don't say 'son of a bitch'. You're more of a 'jesus christ' and 'fuck' kind of guy," you said smiling.

Carmy chuckled. "Yeah, you're right."

"And," you emphasized, "you like nipple play."

"I didn't know that about myself either," he exhaled. He turned on his side to have a better view of you. He was sweaty and gorgeous. You held his hand in between the mess of sheets you had both made. 

"I can't believe I was right about you," you said after what felt like a long time. Carmy was only half awake by now.

"Mmm?" Carmy rubbed your knuckles, soothing.

"You do like kinky shit."

He hid a sleepy grin behind his hand and brought you closer. 

"Fuck off," he said into your hair, sweetly, the rhythm of his breath lulling you to sleep.

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[Part 5]

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[cowpokeomens]

Blood Pact

It's me, your favorite monster fucker! Here's another part of my Nocturnal Creatures series, in which you strike a deal with a demon- who goes by Nicholas. Sexy things ensue.

Warnings: Disgusting nasty filthy p-in-v, cunnilingus, lots of mentions of virginity (it's a social construct, but if you got it, flaunt it), Nicholas Ruffilo's monster cock (canon), if you feel I need to add anything PLEASE send me a message! Otherwise, enjoy!

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You still couldn’t believe you were doing this. 

Yet, here you stood, at a crossroads in your hometown. Not just the metaphorical kind, either- an actual, physical crossroads. Mason Avenue and Fisher Street, to be exact. 

Right next to the city cemetery, from which you stole a jar’s worth of dirt.

It sat in your bag, next to some kind of flowering plant you hoped would work, a cat bone (thank goodness for veterinarian friends?), and a picture of yourself, one of the headshots your manager had insisted would help you blow up on TikTok. 

It hadn’t.

You threw everything into a cardboard box, using your shiny, new shovel from the local feed supply store to dig a hole in the center of the dusty dirty roads. The ground was harder than you expected, so your two-foot deep hole had you sweating by the time it was formed. You all but threw the box into the hole, quickly covering it up with loose dirt, and taking a few steps back. Pulling out your phone, you consulted the symbol you saved from a website earlier that week, spray paint in hand. All the stupid Wal-Mart had left was “Cerise Fluorescent,” so you hoped whatever you summoned liked pink. 

Carefully, you sprayed the lines onto the dirt, over where you buried your box. You tried to move quickly, but precisely; Getting caught was almost as terrifying as doing it wrong.

Finally, it was done. You scrolled over on your phone, to the Latin text you hadn’t even dared to read in your head. Stepping away from the circle, you read it aloud now. You could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, and you wondered one last time if this was worth it. 

“Your Latin sucks.” A voice said suddenly.

You jumped, yelping, and fell directly on your ass.

You were scrambling back when the voice spoke again. 

“Is this a Goetia sigil? In pink? The guys are going to get a kick out of this-”

You stood up shakily, dusting off your pants in the process. You finally saw the source of the voice: Standing in the center of your sigil was the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever seen. 

Long, dark hair; his skin was lightly tanned and healthy-looking. Eyes the color of clouds, that seemed to shift from green to blue to grey before you. He was taller than you, tattoos visible on both hands, and dressed simply: A hoodie, dark jeans, and…

Were those Converse?

You were immediately overcome with confusion. “Um, who are you?”

He fixed those eyes directly on you. “I think that’s my line, doll.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “You’re Amdusias?”

He winced. “Yikes, with the Scary-Latin-Demon-Name. You can call me Nicholas.”

You frowned. “You don’t seem like…”

“Like a great duke of Hell?” He finished your thought. “Yeah, only angels really like to make a dramatic entrance, that’s why they’ve been banned to stay behind the pearly bars. Too many eyes, too much fire-”

“You’re wearing sneakers?” You said without thought.

He looked offended. “Did you expect me to crawl out of Hell in loafers?”

You scrambled for an answer. “Well, no, but I-”

“TV is rotting your mind. What do you want?” He cut you off.

You felt the color leaving your face. “Well, um, I read that you were responsible for the music in Hell-”

“‘Music’ is a big word, but sure.” He interrupted.

Giving him a look, you continued. “Well, I’m a musician, too! Only…” You trailed off with a frown.

He mocked you with a faux-wince. “Ooh, not triple platinum yet, huh?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to hide your disappointment. Shaking your head, your gaze met his again. “That’s where you come in.”

An eyebrow cocked at you. “Think that because you snagged a demon, you get to be famous?”

You shook your head hastily. “No, not at all! I did a lot of research-” You Googled for 30 minutes- “So I don’t get to demand things without a trade, right?” 

He smiled at you lazily. “Yep. So what will it be, your soul? First born? I love a first born, with a little bit of butter, some rosemary and-”

“I’m a virgin.” You blurted. 

He froze, then his entire demeanor changed. For the first time that night, you felt genuine fear as the air around you went still. “Oh yeah?”

Your mouth gaped like a fish, so you settled on a nod.

He took a tiny step towards you. You were rooted on the spot, frozen like a deer in headlights. This was a bad idea. 

Finally, you found your words. “My virginity. For- whatever it is you do. Fame, fortune, I don’t really care, I just want people to hear my music, connect with it-”

“Yeah, yeah, real noble of you.” He snorted, then composed himself. For a second, he almost looked concerned. “You sure about this, doll?”

You nodded, trying to look confident. “Yeah. But- make it organic, y’know, the fame part. I don’t want to look like an industry plant-”

He rolled his eyes, walking closer so that he was directly in front of you. You gaped at his proximity. “You can leave the circle?”

Laughing, he nodded. “I could have left at any point, but you’re pretty-” He leaned in so that he was whispering in your ear, “-For a pathetic little human.”

Your cheeks went hot. You knew it was just to rile you up, make this worse than it already was. At least, you figured, your virginity meant something to someone- it certainly held no value for you. A demon was less than desirable, but he was nice to look at- 

Woah. Not going there, you told yourself sternly. 

Shaking off the feeling, you held out your hand. “Okay, so deal-”

“Uh, no.” He cut you off, again. “I have my own terms and conditions.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

A smirk grew on his face. “My terms. For our arrangement.”

You tried not to let anger well up inside you. “And what would those terms be?” You asked through gritted teeth. 

“You come to me.” He said plainly. Confusion must have been evident on your face, because he continued, “I’m not some monster in the night who’s going to show up for your virginity. When the time is right, you’ll come to me.”

“You’re not going to just… Take it?” The question slowly left your mouth.

He grimaced, an ugly look for such a pretty face. “Ew, no. I’m a demon, not a wild animal. Besides,” he cocked his head to the side, looking directly into you. “Virginity tastes better when it comes willingly.” 

Gulping despite yourself, you managed a nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll come willingly.” As if. 

Holding out an inked hand, he grinned at you. “Then it’s a deal.”

Taking a deep breath, you took his hand in yours, shaking once. “Deal.”

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Six Months Later 

You awoke in a cold sweat, the third time that week. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you walked over to the mini-fridge of your hotel room, grabbing a bottle of water. You were uncomfortably wet- again, and not from sweating. It seemed like every time you tried to rest, you were met by stormy eyes where sleep should have greeted you. You chugged the water, making your way to the restroom for a much-needed shower. 

That night’s show had been sold out- the 13th sold out show of your highly anticipated debut tour. Nicholas had held up his end of the bargain; Your album was projected to sell close to a million units by the end of the year. And you had seen neither hide nor hair of him. 

Well. Not in the flesh, anyways.

As you started the shower, your mind wandered. You knew it was him, sending you these dreams through his weird demon dream channels or whatever. Even as your body betrayed you, you knew it was not your own thoughts causing such a commotion. 

Still, as you slipped in the shower to wash off the day’s grime, you felt your hand slip lower, between your folds to collect the wetness there. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you circled your bundle of nerves, moaning quietly. Despite your best efforts, your thoughts drifted back to long, dark hair and tattooed hands on your body. Your hand moved quicker, moans growing louder as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. You were on the precipice when a familiar voice made you freeze.

“I knew you’d be loud.” 

Yelping, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, almost falling in your panic. Yanking your towel off the rack, you wrapped yourself as quickly as possible as you threw open the shower curtain. 

Nicholas was sitting criss-cross on the expansive bathroom counter, picking at something under his nails. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped.

“You summoned me, duh.” He said, rolling his eyes at you. 

“Yeah, six months ago. I thought I was supposed to come to you.”

He looked at you then, eyes dragging over your poorly-concealed form. His eyes glinted, looking hungry. “Moaning the name of a demon you promised your virginity to while you rub one out in the shower is a summoning if I’ve ever seen one. Besides,” He looked into your eyes, smirking devilishly. “You were about to come to me, from the sound of it.”

Your face was on fire with embarrassment. “I was not moaning your name.”

He cocked a brow at you. “Uh, you were. Loudly.” 

Rage bubbled up inside you. “I was not!” The words spilled from you now. “I wouldn’t have even been doing that if you hadn’t been sending me all of your weird demonic sex dreams constantly!”

An unnamed emotion flashed across his face, then he grinned. “‘Weird demonic sex dreams,’ huh?”

You huffed at him “Oh, don’t even play coy. Like being dragged back to Hell and tied up by some hot shot demon was my big idea.”

The smile he was giving you was sinister. “Right, right. What else have I sent your way?”

You faltered, unsure of what he was playing at. “Like you don’t know.” 

He shrugged. “I don’t. I haven’t ‘sent you’ shit.” He mimed quotations with his hands. 

Your blood went cold. Suddenly, the bathroom was too small. “You’re lying.” Your voice sounded feeble, even to you.

He shook his head, standing up. Slowly he stepped towards you. “I’m not.”

“But then- that would mean-” Stammering, you stood there helplessly as he crept closer. 

Nodding, he leaned in even closer. “That was all you, doll.” He brushed a stray lock of hair off your shoulder. “What a dirty mind the little human virgin has. You mentioned being tied up- what else did I do to defile you, huh?” 

He was too close, it almost made you dizzy. He smelled like smoke and rain and earth all at once. “Shut up.” You mumbled weakly.

He stepped back, finally. “Well, you know how to find me.” 

There was a crack like lightning, then he was gone. 

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to regain your composure. This was fine, you reasoned. He left. He kept his word. Everything was fine. 

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Three Months Later

Once again, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed in your master bedroom, you gazed out the windows overlooking the city below. You remembered when you first bought the condo- loved how open and light it was. In the deepness of the night surrounding you, the lights looked like tiny fires dancing in the dark. 

Taking a deep breath, you laid down on your pillows, trying to relax your body. Running a hand over the t-shirt on your abdomen, up to your breasts, you felt your breathing start to slow. Your nipples were quick to perk up at the stimulation, so you pinched one experimentally, almost moaning out at the sensation.

Your nerves were on fire these days. The slightest brush against your skin made you feverish. You tried everything, from quitting cold turkey to bringing yourself to climax three or four times a day. Nothing was working. 

So maybe this would. 

You snaked your hand lower, falling into familiar routine. You had come to know your body well the last three months, knew exactly where to rub, where to pinch. As you toyed with your folds through your underwear, you imagined a different set of hands, larger and covered in ink. Unlike the other times, you allowed your fantasy to overtake you, gave yourself to it willingly. 

“Nicholas.” You breathed, back arching ever so slightly.

There was a slight breeze, then a quiet gasp. 

“Quite the show you’re putting on, doll. I suppose you didn’t say my name this time, either?” 

You pulled your hand away from your core, scrambling to stand up. “No, I- I did.”

Nicholas’ face looked shocked for a millisecond, then an eyebrow was raised at you. “Oh?”

“I’m… I’m ready.” It didn’t sound convincing. 

He scoffed. “Yeah, no thanks. Like I said, I’m not interested in forcing anyone-”

“Goddamnit, shut up.” You snapped. “I said I’m ready, okay? You said to come to you, so here I am. Unless you never planned on following through with it.” It was dangerous to goad him, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

His eyes were pitch black in an instant, staring you down. “Don’t joke about a demon’s word, doll. You’re not ready for that fight.”

Your hands shook, but you felt-

Mortification overcame you as you realized just what you felt. 

Those dark eyes narrowed in on the single bead of slick that was rolling steadily down your leg. Cloud-grey eyes returned as realization dawned on him.

“You want me to debase you.” He took a step towards you as his words filled the room. “You want me to tie you up and have my way with you. Isn’t that right?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth, but it was evident. 

He inhaled deeply, taking another step towards you. His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled slowly. “You smell ripe. You want this so badly, poor thing- you just can’t admit it to yourself.”

You pressed your legs together, trying to maintain some kind of decency.

He was in front of you now, close enough to touch if you were braver. “Beg for it. Beg, and I’ll give you anything you want, doll.”

Chest heaving with labored breaths, you gave in. “Please.” You whispered.

His hand- the hands you had been dreaming about for nine months- came up to grip your jaw. “I said beg.”

You crumbled. “Please, Nicholas, please, I’ll be so good-”

His grin was minatory as he brought his lips down to yours. 

Your relief was immediate as you sagged into him, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to support you. He walked you backwards toward the bed, still kissing you furiously. 

“How wet are you already, doll? I bet your little cunt is just soaked.” Breaking the kiss, he picked you up and set you on the bed, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. “Tell me what you want.”

You panted, unable to form a sentence for a moment. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

He made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Right, you’re just a helpless little virgin who hasn’t spent the last 9 months having vivid dreams about me fucking her.” He looked up at you through his lashes. “Tell me what you dreamed about.”

“Your hands.” You heard yourself say immediately. 

He smirked again. “Oh yeah? What were my hands doing?”

You knew your face was crimson. “They… They were touching me.”

“Where?” The look he was giving you was too intense for you to maintain more than a few seconds.

“Um-” You hesitated. 

“You can say it.” He urged, leaning in.

“My… my pussy.” You finished, staring at the ground.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy now?” He was still staring at you.

“Please.” You breathed, anticipation making your entire body tense. 

“Good girl, so polite.” As you shivered at the praise, his eyes made their way down your body, to where your core was at eye-level for him. “If you want to stop, say so, is that clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

Something dark flashed in his face, then he said, “Good girl.” 

His hand came up to run a single digit along your slit, through your underwear. You shook involuntarily at the contact. 

“Oh doll, you’re starved, aren’t you?” He murmured, almost to himself. “Let’s get these ruined panties off of you.” 

You went to shift your weight so that you could shimmy the garment off, only to freeze as Nicholas tore through it like a piece of paper. 

He didn’t even look apologetic. “Hope you didn’t like those too much.”

You didn’t have time to consider it as you realized your cunt was fully visible to him now, slick with your own juices. 

He sighed as he stared at your core. “Women are the best thing that bastard ever accomplished.” Then he looked up at you. “I’m gonna use my mouth, that okay, doll?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You felt like you were vibrating in your skin. 

He leaned in slowly, as if to not startle you, before running his tongue from your hole to your clit.

The moan you let out was guttural and animalistic. 

“There it is.” He said quietly, before diving back into you. 

Your head fell back onto the mattress as he lapped at your clit, tongue occasionally diving into your hole. Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief it brought, like jumping into a pool on a hot summer day. Your hands tangled in his long tresses, and he moaned against your pussy. Your hips were bucking into him involuntarily, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it. “Nicholas, I’m gonna- I’m so close-” You practically sobbed. 

“Shh, I know, doll. Let it happen.” He said soothingly before going back to his ministrations. You came with a primal moan, back arching off of your sheets. 

 You were still panting when he stood up, surveying you. “All better?”

“Fuck me.” You demanded. 

His expression went stoney. He leaned over until you were caged in by his arms on either side of you. “I don’t fuck demanding brats.”

You lost all your bravado. “Please?”

He sighed softly, but not sincerely. “How bad do you want it?”

You could have cried. “Please, I’m sorry Nicholas, I’ll be good, please fuck me- you don’t know how bad I need it-”

“I just had your greedy little unused hole grinding against my tonsils.” He sneered. “I know exactly how bad you need it.”

Your face went hot at the profane nature of his words- but he was right. He saw firsthand how bad you needed this. “Please.” Was all you said. 

“Well, I guess since you’re asking so nicely.” He mocked as he stepped back, unbuckling his pants as he went. He slid off the trousers, his erection visible through his briefs. You suddenly felt nervous, looking at the size of him. 

He stopped, seeing your expression. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- is it gonna fit?”

He pulled the briefs down at last, finally freeing his cock. It was big- even by supernatural proportions. The tip was an angry shade of red, veins pulsating on the shaft. He huffed a laugh at your face, pulling his shirt off, too. “I bet we can find room.”

Your eyes devoured the tattoos that covered him, tracing the planes of his body as you went. You almost didn’t notice him slinking over to you, crawling onto the mattress in one, fluid motion, landing on top of you. 

“I’m gonna touch you again, okay?” He looked at you expectantly. 

You nodded. “Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, tongue sliding against yours. You whimpered when his fingers were back on your pussy, running along the folds. As you adjusted to his touch, two fingers slipped inside your hole.

“Fuck you’re still so wet,” He muttered, rocking his fingers back and forth inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his fingers so much larger than your own. Moving his mouth down to your neck, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out- a preparation you were thankful for.

You felt your second orgasm approaching as he continued his movements, moans growing higher pitched. “Nicholas, I-”

“Think you can hold on?” He asked. It was a genuine question, you knew whatever answer you gave would be correct. 

You considered it for a second. “Yeah, I can- I can wait.” Your legs were still beginning to tremble, though. 

He placed a kiss on your temple, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll go slow, but we can stop if you want to.”

You nodded an affirmative. He stared at you blankly, and you remembered yourself. “Yes, sir.” He tapped your nose, a gesture that was oddly sweet, as he said “Good girl.”

You felt him line up with your entrance, the tip slowly sliding in. It was still a stretch- but you found that you liked it, liked the feeling of being filled up. He went slowly, thrusting shallowly, each time going a little deeper. You could hear the noises you were making, but couldn’t stop yourself from making them. He paused three-fourths of the way in. 

“Doing okay?”

“Yes Nicholas, please don’t stop.” Came your gargled reply.

He smirked, thrusting a few more times until he was fully sheathed in you.

Your back arched clear off the bed as he bottomed out, his tip nestled against something inside you that made you feel feral.

“Like that, doll?” You could hear how smug he was.

“Please, Nicholas, please-” You whined.

“I know, pretty, I’ll give you what you need.” His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he pulled out and slid back in quickly. You let out another carnal wail, your hands coming around to grab at his shoulders. He pulled out again, slamming into you, continuing on until you felt like a puddle on the bed.

“So wet and tight for me, such a good girl.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You nodded pitifully, not sure why, lost in the pleasure. Over and over again he slid against that sweet spot inside you, making you feel like you were on fire. Your orgasm soon approached you like a freight train.

“Nicholas please, I need- I need to come-” You stammered, close to sobbing. 

“I know, it’s so much, I know, you can come, doll.” His words opened a dam as your orgasm overcame you in a powerful wave, making you all but scream as he fucked you through it.

He pulled out shortly after, jerking himself to completion on your stomach. You were gasping for air, legs quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm as hot ropes of come covered you. 

You felt disgusting, in the most delicious way possible. 

Nicholas disappeared around the corner, returning with a rag to clean you up. He had used hot water, you noted, so it was warm to the touch. 

“So that’s a deal?” You asked when he had finished cleaning you. 

He looked sad, but the expression was quickly gone. “I suppose it is.”

He set the rag on your bedside table, already going to collect his clothing.

“I have a question, before you disappear again.” You called over his shoulder.

“And what is your question?” He turned around to face you as he pulled on his briefs.

“If I wanted a Grammy,” You began, cocking your head to the side. “What would your rates be for that?”

He gave you a grin, understanding your implication immediately as he dropped his pants back onto the floor.

“I’d be open to negotiation of terms.” He murmured as he made his way back over to the bed, lips slotting against yours once more.

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onceler NSFW headcanons!

TW: descriptions of body parts, genitalia etc. Not much going on here tbh, slight sadism mention, please tell me if I missed anything!

Requests are open !

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Dick is like him ok

Long and pretty slender

Curves up ever so slightly

Rosy pink tip

Leaks a little bit of precum

Has a very very soft happy trail that's barely noticeable bc he trims a lot

So time for a big split bc this all depends a lot when you meet him

Pregreed!Onceler

Soft

Very gentle

Humble too

Goes pretty slowly and romantically

Not really a lot of Dom/sub stuff

Might go v soft either way tho

For Dom, ends up being a soft pleasure Dom

And for sub he's very obedient and all

Not a lot of sex happening at this point tbh

Lower libido

Does a the whole dim lights with soft candles and rose petals and all the romance

Rlly sweet tbh

But inexperienced

Will try and learn quick tho!

Aftercare is ok, he doesn't know what he's doing but he gets points for trying!!

Greed!Onceler

(NO THIS IS NOT THE GREEDLER THEY ARE ALL THE SAME PERSON AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN THE TIMELINE. IF I WRITE FOR ONCELER USUALLY I WRITE HIM IN MOVIE VERSION. IF YOU WANT ONCELER AND GREEDLER SEPARATE THEN SPECIFY.)

Ok so this is entitles businessman Onceler

Hard dom mostly

Ends up teasing a lot

Focuses on himself more

Arrogant and selfish

Oh you want romance? You want soft, slow sex?

Nope. Not getting it here.

Hes now fucking and that's it, one night stands only. And only hard and fast too

And if he subs (once in a blue moon) hes so bratty omg

Gets really kinky and nasty too

Low-key sadistic

Not usually physical more mental like humiliation and all

Gaining experience but not that experienced

Doesn't care as much about ur pleased anyways

No aftercare just sends you on your way

Postgreed!Onceler

Humbles down after he lost it all

Nicer

Stays a harder Dom but goes back to being a pleasure Dom

Very experienced

Subs very rarely still but will still be a slight brat, though more in a jokey way

Super nice

Cares a lot about your pleasure

Good aftercare too!

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Little Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader

Summery: After seeing you with Nancy’s and Steve’s baby it’s all Billy can think about, now it’s only a matter of convincing you.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI) cussing, mentions of babies, pregnancy, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, oral (f receiving), pet names used, the name daddy and mama used. I think that’s it but let me know if I miss anything.

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If Billy had to narrow it down to one moment, one instance when the realization hit him like a truck, it would of been when you held that small bundle of pink cotton blankets and wispy black hair.

Nancy and Steve just had their little girl and you were more than excited to hold the fragile little thing. It came naturally to you as Billy watched, his heart beating so hard he was afraid his ribs would be bruised; you cradled her little head, cooing softly at the small grunts the baby made.

“Oh Nance… she is so beautiful.” You had whispered, babbling at the baby as you rocked her, the smile on your face like none he’d ever seen before. And when your bright eyes reached his he knew he was a goner.

That had to be the moment, it had to of been when he realized he wanted a baby with you.

~*~*~*

Billy toed the door to the apartment closed, the smell of dinner pelting him and making his stomach grumble. Peaking around the hall corner he watches you, busy in your element as you hummed swaying your hips to whatever music is in your head.

“Hey, doll face.” Billy steps up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist and crushing you to his chest in a tight hug making you squeal and gasp.

“Hey yourself.” You laugh, swatting his arms with your wooden spoon before opening the lid to the stew you’ve been working on. “Dinner is ready, I’m waiting on the oven to warm up for the rolls though.”

“Sounds good.” Dropping into a kitchen chair Billy spreads out his long legs, relaxing for what felt like the first time today. “Come here.”

You glance over your should with a smile, taking in your fiancé before sauntering over, the over sized t-shirt you’re wearing hanging off one shoulder as you straddle his lap, arms wrapping around his neck.

Billy smiles, hands on your hips situating you how he wants. “There’s my girl… so beautiful.” His blue eyes search your face, watching the light dust of pink coat your cheeks. No matter how many compliments he has given you over the many years of your relationship you still blush like a school girl, giddy at the remarks.

“I missed you today.” You whisper, leaning in and brushing your lips against his, melting into the small kiss as his hands rub up and down your sides.

“Missed you too. You won’t believe who I ran into.”

“Mmmm… the president?” Billy scoffs and rolls his eyes. “No… smaller. The mayor.” You feign shock, hand resting on your chest as you pull back and Billy barks a laugh.

“Jesus woman you are intolerable. I ran into Steve, he had Olivia with him.”

Your face lights up, your smile crinkling your eyes. “Awww that’s awesome. She’s getting so big I can hardly believe she’s going to be a year old!”

Billy hums in agreement, rubbing your hips slowly. “Yeah we talked for a little bit, he was outside the little pizza shop in town while Nancy was ordering. Y’know cuz she’s picky.” You laugh nodding along.

“That she is.”

“But… kinda got me thinking about some things.” Billy’s eyes travel down your body, staring at his hands on your hips, thumbs working soft circles into your skin. You shift slightly, feeling his mood change and your heart picks up a little, anticipation setting into your bones.

“Oh…” Humming softly Billy rests his hand on your abdomen, splaying his long fingers. You let out a nervous laugh, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand away. Bright blue eyes shoot to yours and your mouth goes dry. Billy looks ready to eat you alive, his pupils blown wide, lust etched into his features. “Y-you’re not serious, are you?”

“And what if I am?” He drags you up his lap, the hard bulge in his pants pressing into your pantie covered mound making you gasp. Arousal shooting up your spine. “It’s all I can think about… thinking about just how pretty you’d look, big and round with my baby inside you. Letting everyone know just who you belong to.”

His tongue darts out, sweeping over his lower lip and you follow the movement. “A… A baby is a lot Billy… It is hard work and there’s so much we have to do. We’re still in an apartment…”

Billy nods, watching the pink staining your cheeks turn beetroot, your hands moving animatedly as you continue to list off all the things people supposedly need for babies. Excuse after excuse flying from your lips.

Dipping his fingers under your shirt he smooths his hand over your stomach, bringing you back to him and silencing your rambling. “Billy…”

“All I know is that when I look at you, I see the woman I want to have a family with, a woman who has given her all to a man who is a grumbling asshole and still loves him everyday.” Tears prick your eyes, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other gingerly touches the hand on your stomach. “I love you, and I want to have a baby with you. We have all the love in the world, a few grand in the bank, we can do this.”

“B-but we aren’t even married yet… we’ve only been engaged a year.” Your voice wobbles, “What will people say?”

“Let them talk, what does it matter? It’s you and me remember?” Billy leans up, brushing his lips across your own, eyes hooded as he scans your face. He can see your resolve breaking, from the way your hand tightness over his to how your breathing has become more shallow.

“You and me.” You repeat, breathing becoming hard as your nose bumps against his. The air is tense and thick, staring into each others eyes when suddenly the ding of the oven startles you. “T-the rolls… dinner.”

Billy’s hips press up into yours making your breath hitch, eyes fluttering closed. “Screw the rolls. Let me make you a mama.”

Something in your stomach ignites at the words and you slam your mouth into his. Tongue, teeth, and lips clashing as Billy gathers you into him and stands, carrying you blindly to the bedroom.

You land on the bed with a gasp, looking up at your fiancé who stares at you with a predatory grin. Your breathing constricts, the weight of your decision sinking in your gut as Billy peals his shirt off revealing his broad chest and softer stomach.

“Hey.” Your eyes shoot to his as he pops the button on his jeans and crawls on the bed between your thighs. “You’re thinking to much.” Billy reaches out, pulling your lip from between your teeth where you unconsciously were chewing the pink skin.

“I’m a little scared.” You admit even as your breath picks up from the feeling of his hands sliding under your shirt to hook his fingers into your panties.

Billy pulls your underwear down easily, your body limp under his heavy gaze. “If you need me to stop, say the word sweet girl… but…” He leans down, planting a soft kiss on your bare pussy making you jolt, hips rising off the bed. Chuckling Billy nuzzles into you, swiping his tongue over your pussy a few times before lifting his head. “But just know… daddy will always take good care of you.”

Your stomach flips, brain going fuzzy at his words and he can see it on your face, how your eyes blow out, the flair in your nostrils. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? Want daddy to take good care of you?” You nod, hips grinding down against the mattress, searching for more friction. For more of him.

Billy kisses your stomach, long and soft taking your breath away and melting you into the mattress, before he lays flat on the bed. Thick arms wrap around your thighs from below, trapping you to him as he dips his head, sucking your aching clit into his mouth.

Tossing your head back you moan brokenly, fisting the sheets and squeezing your eyes shut. After years of being together Billy knows just how you like it, just where to poke, and prod, how hard and fast or slow and easy to go depending on the sounds you make.

Even now, as he his tongue slowly lavas your cunt from entrance to clit he chuckles, your whinny little noises increasing as you squirm in his hold. “Billy… fuck please…” You gasp, skin flushing with heat as your walls flutter around nothing, the feeling of being so empty suddenly to much.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Billy mumbles, muffled slightly as he continues to devour you, fingers leaving indents in your soft thighs.

Your chest feels tight, skin so hot you feel on fire as the words you so desperately want to say stick in your throat. Instead you opt for carding your fingers through his sandy locks and tugging, the slight sting in his scalp making him hiss and look up.

“No, use your words. Tells daddy what you want, otherwise you aren’t going to get it.” Tears brim your eyes as you finally look down your body at him. His expression is serious, yet warm and loving.

This dynamic wasn’t new to either of you, your vocalization always being very important to Billy, but you suddenly felt shy and uncertain, like the first time the two of you ever had sex. What you wanted to ask for would change everything.

“I… I want you Billy.” Your breathy and uneven, gripping the blankets so hard your fingers start to turn numb.

“You’ve got me baby.” He smiles, his chin glistening with your arousal making your stomach clench.

“N-no… I… I want you in me… I… need you.” You mumble out.

Billy makes a mock expression of surprise, your face heating. “Oooh you want me? Like this?” Two fingers trace your opening slipping in easily and curling right where he knows has you coming undone.

You mewl softly, frustration slamming into you even as you drop your head back to the pillows. Billy works you slowly, his smile mean as he teases and pushes you to say exactly what you want. Knowing otherwise you won’t voice it.

You moan, cantering your hips to ease his thick fingers deeper. “I…” You swallow thickly, resolve breaking further as you rut into his hand. “I need you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me Billy.”

And like that his hands disappear, the soft thud of his jeans and boxers hitting the floor before he’s back over you capturing your lips in a heated, demanding kiss. The angry red tip of his cock brushes over your wet slit and you whine into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist as your hands find his shoulders.

“So needy for me.” Billy chuckles, prepping himself up on one arm as he reaches between the two of you to hide his cock into your cunt. You hold your breath, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you, stuffing you full with gentle thrusts.

It feels so much better with nothing in between your slick walls and his hard cock, Billy’s head falls forward moaning loudly when he’s fully seated inside you. “Fuck… fuck feel so good, such a tight little pussy.” Billy rocks back and forth, giving you shallow thrusts.

“Ah… more… please.” You beg, hips meeting his as you match his slow rhythm.

Billy smiles, lopsided and pussy drunk as he watches your face contort with pleasure. “Yeah? You want more? So greedy for my cum aren’t you baby?” You gasp as he punctuates his words with a hard thrust, jaw slackening and lips curling in euphoria as his pace picks up.

“Yesyesyesyesyes…” You pant, your orgasm building quickly with the added fire of his words. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Billy is more than happy to comply, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles to draw you closer. “M gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up until you’re dripping… Gonna look so pretty pregnant.” He’s babbling much like you are, his orgasm to close but he needs to feel you clench around him, he needs to see you come undone first.

“P-please… please cum in me… want you to.” Tears are spilling over your checks, and the band in your stomach snaps with a low growl from Billy’s throat. You cry out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders. Your cunt clenches his cock, milking his orgasm from him with a string of cuss words. Billy stills, rutting against you as he explodes, thick cum coating your walls and warming you.

Gasping you open your eyes, piecing blue crashing with yours. Your body beings to shake with your come down, reality flooding you. “I love you.” You blurt, fresh tears springing to your eyes.

“I love you, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He whispers, peppering your face and neck with kisses.

“I know… it’s just overwhelming.” You whisper back, leaning up into each kiss. “I’m happy, I promise, I’m scared but so happy.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Six weeks was all it took before you saw the two blue lines on your pregnancy test. You’d rush into the living room, tears flowing down your cheeks as you crash into Billy’s chest, the man bewildered and anxiety straining his voice as he asks you what’s wrong over and over before he manages to push you at arms length.

“I’m pregnant!” You squeal in delight, his eye widen and he scoops you into his arms, spinning you around with a triumphant laugh. Unshed tears line his eyes as he places you on your feet, cupping the side of your face and gazing down at you with more love and affection than ever before.

“I’m going to be a dad.”

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Pick Your Vice Versa Outfit ↳ Talay Rawi Edition [Puen ver.]

My Top 10 Talay Outfits for @stormyoceans​​​​  layout insp. [x]

+ bonus:

(some thoughts under the cut!)

more rambles about these outfits for you monica! i hope you enjoy ^^

TOP 10 Talay Outfits explained:

10. Zebra Boy a stylish and flowy zebra print shirt with basic white slacks and talay’s signature white bag. this one is so silly but cool i had to include it. i actually am obsessed with both of the white & black print shirts tess owns but the other one is mostly worn my ohm in the series so i didn’t inlude it here (ep 2 when tess/talay goes to pester tun at the café). also i just like this scene a lot and couldn’t get over the “secret lover” -line. 

9. Reunion Blues a simple navy blue dress shirt and light colored pants plus talay’s round glasses. listen: am not a big fan of talay’s clothes in his own universe even if he looks adorable in them, but this one! this one is a legend. straight up iconic. he looks so pretty in dark blue and then we have this whole scene and ugh. just pure insanity. 

8. Goodbyes taste bitter an orange and white striped shirt and black jeans. am so obsessed with the v-neck of this shirt, it’s crazy. i don’t blame puen at all for instantly going like, “oh yes, that’s my bf now” bc honestly? very understandable. talay just looks so good in this shirt, holy hell. continues on the road of, “why must you dress up so nicely when the occasion is breaking my heart?” i guess these two are similar like that. 

7. Let us kiss again a red-blue-white striped sweater with red pants. i love this color combo on talay so much. blue and red just suit him. the shirt is also tight fitting and it’s amusing to see puen Struggling bc of it. man is not able to keep his hands off. it’s very understandable but pls sir, calm down. you’ve known each other like two weeks. and you still haven’t even told talay that you’re not kissing him just bc but bc you’re head over heels in love with him. get a grip. 

6. First Kiss a simple white sweatshirt and red/fucsia pants. i don’t want to say this but i have to say this: talay’s ass looks amazing in these pants. like, am not one to stare but oh boy. it’s right there! stealing the show! and then it’s combined with talay’s sexy wet hair after running through the rain to look for his long lost lover friend who he wants to make up with. Literally. bc they’re kissing by the end of this. and i scream. 

5. The Green Sweater a yellow-green sweater combined with white pants. talay looks adorable in this with his guitar and the sweater paws. am not at all surprised that puen looks close to tears bc bitch, me too. it’s just So Soft and then it’s mixed with the guitar (+ the lotus flower) and talay singing a love song and. i want to hug him so bad, puen get out of the way it’s my turn now. 

4. The Wedding Suit a light pink colored suit, apparently without a shirt underneath. this whole thing began with this suit. as i said, this one is 100% outshining the one puen wears in this scene. i am just in love with this suit; the color, the simplicity, the cut, the way talay wears it so casually. he looks amazing and positively ethereal. puen is marrying him on the spot. talay is thinking it’s a joke but i might just tell him it’s not. get a ring and be done with it, would you. this might sound controversial after me saying puen is rushing things with the kisses but i don’t actually have anything against it.  

3. Loneliness is yellow a simple black sweatshirt with bright yellow pants. i feel like the more heartbreaking the scenes get, the better talay gets dressed. he’s always serving looks when am crying on my floor. i don’t mind tho bc why not have several mental breakdowns at the same time, saves me the time. he looks absolutely glorious in that black shirt, and the colored pants are a wonderful touch. if tess got nothing else, at least he's had the sense to buy all these clothes.

2. The Gray Jacket a textured gray jacket with a black shirt and white pants. the texture on this jacket makes me go wild bc it looks so nice to touch and the whole jacket looks so cozy. am wondering how talay can wear that with the heat but that’s fortunately something that doesn’t get to me through my screen. he looks very huggable once again. he looks positively radiant when he smiles. and it’s just a plus that puen looks so gone for him bc yeah, valid. am in love with this sunshine boy too. 

1. Second chance a gray sweater with red details, combined with red pants. honestly talay’s best outfit in this whole show hands down. every time i start this ep, i am just blown away by this outfit. the styling team was going crazy that day. the shirt has a v-neck, the red details work so well, it fits talay nicely, the rolled sleeves, the delicate bag. the pants are tight fitting and make his legs look extra long and slim. especially in that billiard room lighting he just looks insanely pretty. i want to yell into the void. the void might yell back at me. 

Bonus: Striped Bathrobe a black and white striped robe, worn mostly for breakfast. i am not really sure what to call this but a bathrobe felt like the closest fitting one so i went with it. it’s crazy how this is literally the second outfit puen ever sees talay in if we don’t count talay being half naked. he got absolutely bewitched and talay is not even bothered. this striped robe is what truly mattered. and please let’s not talk about ai’dang. 

#asiandramanet #asianlgbtqdramas #vice versa #vice versa the series #puentalay #sea tawinan #jimmy jitaraphol #countaspieceofme #userjjessi #lightmiup #tonanons #mjtag #lextag #ninisdarlings #becauseigtf #tesstag #tuserchlo #tusersilence #userconcrete #usertoptaps #usermor #userhanyi #userspicy #finally this is done too

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Take Me Home - Part 14

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

WORD COUNT: 9.9K

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Explicit Sex (O&V), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering, Sexting/Nudes/FaceTime sex, Mutual Masturbation. 18+ only, no minors.

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Part Fourteen

Your alarm goes off Friday morning early enough for you to catch the sunrise. You’re still buzzing from last night—from Dennis finally saying those words you’ve been longing to hear from him. It had seemed so effortless, like he wasn’t even nervous at all to say them, which made it that much easier for you to say them back. Sitting at your kitchen island, contentedly sipping your coffee, you wonder how you could have ever been afraid that this man didn’t love you.

You pack up all of Badger’s things for the long weekend at your parents’ house. You also pack a bag for yourself—for your overnight with your mom and dad and, more importantly, your overnight with Dennis. You know you’ll be staying Saturday night but you pack enough stuff for a week because it’s very early and your brain isn’t quite functional yet and you can’t decide what to wear. You like to have options, and the thought that you might end up staying with him until your parents drop Badger home Monday evening isn’t far from your mind either. 

You rifle through your underwear drawer trying to decide whether or not to pack something extra sexy. Part of you feels like it’s a jinx—that if you pack the cute little pink set he likes or the burgundy one you know he’ll also like, that you’re setting yourself up for failure. Maybe it’s overkill. Maybe it will just make him more nervous than you know he already will be. You decide to pack them both. Nothing says you have to wear them, but you’d rather have the option than regret not bringing anything. 

The trip to your parents' place is about 2 hours and you leave early enough to avoid most of the holiday traffic. Their housing development is decorated with red-white-and-blue everything: all very patriotic but tastefully so—the HOA doesn’t abide anything tacky. They even have rules about colored Christmas lights and the height of the residents’ grass. You couldn’t stand to live like that but it’s the type of thing your mother loves. She always has been a bit of a snob, forever trying to emulate the upper crust even though she grew up with nothing. You love your mother to death, but she’s just so judgmental sometimes—like she’s measuring you against some ideal of the perfect daughter and finding you seriously lacking. 

Your parents come out to the driveway to meet you, your mom giving you double air kisses before your dad wraps you up in a big bear hug. 

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he says. “How was the drive? Not too much traffic I hope.”

“A little bit towards the end,” you tell him, and you hear your mother tsk. 

“I told you to leave early,” she says. “It’s a holiday weekend, darling.”

You swallow a sigh. “Yes, I’m aware of that, Mom. And I did leave early.”

“Leave her alone, Rosie,” your father says, grabbing your bag from the trunk. “Whoa, what’s in here, a dead body? I thought you were just staying the one night.”

“I… uh… I’m staying with a friend this weekend,” you tell him. “Don’t want to drink and drive, you know?”

Your mother’s ears perk up and she purses her lips. “Does this friend have a name?” she asks. “Perhaps a male name?”

Goddammit, Mom.

You’d planned on testing the waters a bit and telling your parents you’d started seeing someone, but you were not planning on telling them you’re at the sleepover stage.

“Let’s get Badger out back,” you say, dodging the question. “He’s been cooped up for hours.”

Your mother gives you that look and you know it’s not the last you’ll hear about this today but mercifully she decides to cut you a break—for now. Once the rosé starts flowing, you know she’ll be back at it with gusto.

Your mom prepares lunch in the kitchen while you and your dad toss the tennis ball with Badger in the backyard. Badger adores your dad. Until Dennis, your father was the only man he’d warmed up to fairly quickly. Of course, your dad is much smaller and much older than Dennis. You love him to pieces but a physical threat he is not nor has he ever been.

“So, Pumpkin, how’s work going?”

You wince, still thinking about poor Hope and her long road to recovery, but you try and get your face together and keep things light and breezy. Good news only: that’s been the rule of thumb with your parents for years.

“It’s pretty good,” you tell him. 

“How’d your big event go?”

You smile wide at him as Badger drops the ball at your feet. “Really well, actually. We had almost 40 adoptions come out of it.”

“What about your little tripod buddy?” he asks and you smile. 

“Yes! Jax finally found a home. I was so happy, Dad, I cried like an idiot at work when Dennis came to take him home.”

“Dennis?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Is this Dennis your new friend?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you start, too.”

“I just want you to be happy, Pumpkin, but I’ll leave it alone. Can’t say the same for your mother, though.”

The both of you laugh as Badger makes his way back across the lawn with the ball in his mouth. You can tell that he’s tired and needs some water, so you and your dad head back inside.

“Lunch is almost ready!” your mom calls out. “Darling, will you do me a favor and make the salad?”

You start grabbing the salad components out of the crisper as Badger follows at your dad’s heel to the living room. Everything is washed and ready—your mother doesn’t put away dirty vegetables—so all you have to do is chop, dress, and toss. You grab the English cucumber and start to slice it when you hear that disgruntled sound come from the back of your mother’s throat.

You place the chef’s knife down and look up at her with a huff. “What?” you ask.

“You’re chopping them too big,” she says. “A bit thinner, please?”

You can feel the irritation start to gather at the back of your neck. It’s always like this with her: nothing you do is ever good enough, it’s never done “the right way,” which is usually the way she saw it done in a magazine or on TV or the way some famous lifestyle blogger says it should be done. It’s all very Emily Post with her, which is funny because your dad is the exact opposite. He’ll tuck his napkin into his collar at a 5-star restaurant, he’ll talk too loud and laugh too loud and tell a racy joke in mixed company. It’s what you love most about him: that he’s always unapologetically himself. He would never hurt a fly and he’s the most generous man you’ve ever met in your life but he doesn’t give a flying fuck what people think about him and he never has.

These peccadillos of his drive your mother crazy but, deep down, you know she finds them charming—that they are part of why she fell in love with him in the first place. Despite their many differences, your parents are more infatuated with each other today than they were when they married 33 years ago. They’re affectionate with each other (sometimes to the point of grossing you out), and they do everything together; they are the blueprint for you of what a loving relationship should be, although your ideal marriage is a bit lighter on the bickering (playful though it is). 

But, give or take a few minor details, you want what they have, and you feel like you’re closer to it now than you’ve ever been.

You flash your mother a smile that barely conceals your annoyance. “OK,” you say. “Thinner cucumbers. Got it.”

“Thank you, darling,” she replies. At least she always remembers her manners.

You sit down to lunch and catch up a bit, asking how things are going with them at work and how their recent vacation was.

“We had a wonderful time,” she says, “but that rental house was a bit of a nightmare.”

Your dad rolls his eyes in that not this again way. “It was a perfectly nice house, Rose,” your father says, then turns to you. “Don’t listen to her. She just didn’t like the kitchen.”

“Bernie, the refrigerator was white.” She says it like it’s the most repulsive thing in the universe and you decide not to remind her that your refrigerator is white, too. “And that shower.”

Your mother visibly shudders and your dad starts to laugh. “The pressure wasn’t exactly the best,” he admits.

“It was filthy, Bernard.”

“A few of the tiles were cracked,” your dad tells you, “and there was a water stain on the ceiling.”

“Like I said,” your mother says, lifting her glass of wine, “nightmare. Last time I try to do something on the cheap.”

Your dad chuckles. “On the cheap, she says. If that was the cheap, I don’t want to know what the pricey is.”

“But you had fun, though?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, yes,” your mother replies. “We went to the beach every day and the farmer’s market, and there are just such great restaurants there. Oh! And the cutest little stores, too, which reminds me, I brought something back for you. Bernie, will you go grab it? It’s on my vanity.”

You smile warmly at her as your dad rises to go get your present. She may be judgy and a little bit nuts, but you know she loves you and she’s always thinking of you. Your dad returns to the table, a small purse hooked around his elbow as he does his best model strut. Your mother rolls her eyes and you burst out laughing.

“I dunno, Pumpkin. I might keep it for myself.”

“Oh, will you stop,” your mother says, trying to hide her giggles behind her hands. “Give it to her already.”

Your father hands you a small kelly green leather hobo bag with a gold zipper. The leather feels supple and buttery as you run your fingers across it.

“I love it,” you say to your mother.

“Adorable, right? I saw it and thought of you.” You smile at her as she continues. “Now you can get rid of that big brown monstrosity you always wear and not walk around looking like a bag lady.”

There it is.

You sigh and look at your dad, who just shakes his head as he chuckles. You have to laugh, too, and you turn back to your mother.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You spend most of the afternoon helping your dad with his pet project: restoring the 1969 Chevy Camaro he’d bought at auction. He’s always been a car guy, preferring the flashy, loud ones to the sleek, sophisticated luxury kind your mother prefers. She would have had a fit when he bought the thing except that he picked her up for their first date in an old Camaro—cherry red, with a white stripe on the hood, just like this one—and she’d told you that when he brought it home, he was just so excited to show her that she couldn’t possibly be mad.

You’re not so much helping as watching your dad and handing him things when he asks for them—generally the wrong thing because you’re hopeless with tools, much to your father’s dismay.

“Come on, Pumpkin,” he says. “You know what an Allen wrench looks like. I thought I taught you well.”

“You did your best,” you say, and it’s true; your father always tried to teach you how to fix things—how to change a tire, how to fix a leaky faucet—it just never stuck. “I’m hopeless when it comes to this stuff, Dad.”

“Well, I’m not worth a damn in the kitchen, not for lack of trying, so I suppose I can’t fault you too much. So,” he says, “while we’re on the subject of busted cars…”

“Not you too,” you say. “My car is fine.”

“It’s a piece of shit, Pumpkin,” he says, “and I don’t want you driving it. It’s not safe.”

“Now you sound like Dennis,” you say, not thinking about it until the words have already passed your lips.

Your father raises an eyebrow. “Do I now? Anything else you want to tell me about this Dennis?”

Your dad has a cheeky grin on his face and you can’t help but smile at him. “Fine,” you say. “We’re sort of dating.”

“Do I even want to know what sort of dating means these days?”

“Ew, Dad. No. Not like that. We… we are dating. He’s my boyfriend. It’s all very new. I only just met him at the adoption fair when he adopted Jax.”

Your father sets the Allen wrench down and wipes his hands on an old t-shirt repurposed as a rag before turning to you and crossing his arms.

“And he’s good to you?” he asks, watching your eyes for any sign of deception. He always knows when you’re lying so you never bother trying. “He treats you right?”

“Yeah,” you say, and then the floodgates open and you can’t stop yourself from singing Dennis’s praises. “He’s just the greatest. He’s so sweet and he’s kind and he’s generous. He’s not afraid to talk about his feelings or the future. He doesn’t play stupid mind games or any of that shit. He just loves me.”

“Love already, huh?” your father asks, looking slightly wary.

“I know it’s quick,” you say. “I know that. But it just feels like I’ve known him my whole life and I… I love him, too.”

Your father smiles kindly. “I’m happy for you, Pumpkin. After that last one…”

You give a dismissive wave of your hand. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Forget I said that. I’m just… I’m glad you found someone, and your mother will be, too.”

“Ugh, God. Do I have to tell her?”

Your dad pops his head back under the Camaro’s hood. “Yep,” he says, and you sigh. “Why, is there something about him you think she won’t approve of?”

“Are you joking?” you ask. “When has she ever approved of anyone, you and I included?”

You and your dad have a good laugh at that but you’re nervous, despite his insistence that your mother will be happy to see you happy. You know that’s partially true, but she’s not going to like that Dennis is older and she’s definitely not going to like that he’s divorced. It’s pointless to lie, though. Even if your father wouldn’t see right through it, if there’s really a future here they are going to find out eventually. Best to just rip off the Band-Aid and let her get all the judgmental comments out of her system before you actually introduce him to them.

You shudder as It occurs to you for the first time that, at some point, Dennis is going to have to meet your mother. The poor thing is going to need an extra session with Dr. Porter that week. But you’ve got time for that, you think. You haven’t even had sex yet. Meet the parents can wait a while.

***

Dennis is floating somewhere a few feet above his body as he cleans his house in preparation for the party. You love him. You really love him. And he was able to tell you that he loves you—he even said it first. It just sort of came out and he’s happy now that it did because not only did it bring you joy on one of the worst nights of your life, it came out so naturally. He’d thought he’d wanted to do a whole thing with it—some elaborate gesture to make it feel extra special to you, so you’d know he really meant it—but now he realizes that it was so much more special when spoken spontaneously, completely unplanned and from the heart. Thinking about it now, he can’t imagine it happening any other way. 

And that’s one more nightmare-inducing fear he can check off the list, one less thing to worry about. There’s only one that remains, but of course it’s the deepest, darkest one: what if after all of this, he still can’t fuck you? 

He’s only got one more day to get his shit together on that particular front, and it seems both like an eternity and not nearly enough time. He wants to see you again, to hold you and kiss you and touch you, but he’s torn between his need for you and his fear that, when he does see you again, he has to perform.

You’d never pressure him, of course, and he knows that if he told you he wanted to wait longer, you would be understanding and supportive. But he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He knows the only thing holding him back is his fear of inadequacy and that it’s never going to go away until he confronts it head-on.

There are so many things that could go wrong, so of course Dennis runs through all of them in his head in great detail. As he scrubs down the kitchen, getting it sparkling clean for you, he thinks about the many ways he could disappoint you. He’s not really concerned about not getting hard since his dick is drawn to you like a magnet, but what if he cums too quick and can’t get it up again? What if he cums too quick, gets it up, and then cums too quick again? What if he freaks out in the middle and loses his erection? What if he manages to keep it but whatever he’s doing doesn’t feel good to you? Would you fake it for him, thinking you’re helping? He wants you to tell him what to do, what you like, but what if you can’t? What if you’re afraid?

No, he knows you wouldn’t lie to him, that you’re comfortable with him and you’ll tell him what to do if he asks. You’re patient and you’re kind and you’ll work with him and teach him because you love him. But what if it can’t feel good? What if it really is too big and you can’t make it fit? What if he hurts you?

It makes Dennis physically ill to think about causing you any pain and he has to shake his head to try and knock those thoughts loose and send them away.

“It’ll be fine,” he says out loud to no one, but Jax is listening. He walks over and nuzzles Dennis’s thigh with his head, like he knows his dad needs a bit of soothing. “It’ll be ok, right, buddy? I can do good for mama, right?”

Jax barks twice before sitting and smiling up at Dennis.

“I hope you’re right,” Dennis says, tossing him a jerky treat from his pocket that Jax snatches out of the air. “Cause I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do if you’re not.”

***

You’re out to dinner at your mother’s favorite restaurant: some Italian place that was featured in Food & Wine a few years back. You’ve made it through your appetizers without bringing up Dennis, but as your mains come, your dad gives you a look that says it’s time. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your mother; he wasn’t trying to be subtle.

“What?” she asks. “What do you two know that I don’t?”

You take a sip of your water—no wine tonight, thank you very much—and a deep breath and you say, “I have a new boyfriend.”

“I knew it,” she says with a little twinkle in her eyes. “Tell me everything. But wait”—she turns to your dad—”how long have you known about this?”

“Like 2 hours, Rosie. Relax. Let the kid talk.”

“Sorry,” she says, turning back to you. “Spill it. How did you meet? What does he do? I want to know everything.”

“His name is Dennis,” you begin. “We met at the adoption fair when he started the process to adopt Jax.”

“That’s the three-legged one, right?”

“Yes,” you say, slightly irritated that she feels the need to point out even Jax’s shortcomings. “We went for coffee one day when he came to the shelter to take Jax for a walk, before he officially adopted him, and we’ve been on a few dates and… I just really like him and he really likes me.”

Your father looks at you, the slightest bit of irritation in his raised eyebrow; he knows you’re holding back and minimizing things but you just can’t bring yourself to tell your mother how hard you’ve fallen and how fast. She wouldn’t understand. She wouldn’t approve. Your dad is a romantic through and through but your mother… she’s more logical and pragmatic.

“That’s wonderful, darling,” she says. “I’m so happy for you. So, how old is he? What does he look like? What does he do for a living? I need details here. Oh, do you have a picture? I want to see a picture.”

“Slow down,” your dad says. “Let the kid breathe.”

You scroll through your phone, looking for a parent-friendly picture to show them, and you choose one of you, Jax, and Dennis in his backyard. You hold it out to your father first and then your mother, but you keep a death grip on your phone. You do not need them poking around your camera roll, whether purposefully or accidentally.

Your mother leans forward and strains to see the picture, her lips forming a straight line as she examines it. “Well, he’s very handsome, darling, but he looks a bit… older than you.”

At this, your dad leans forward a bit. “How much older we talkin, Pumpkin?”

“It’s not that bad,” you say. “Just, like, 10 years.”

“You failed to mention that part earlier,” your dad says, his brow now knitted in fatherly concern. “10 years ain’t nothing. I mean, he’s not exactly robbing the cradle but-”

“Bernard!” your mother whisper-shouts. “We are in public! But your father is right,” she says to you. “That’s rather a large gap. Are you sure he’s interested in a long-term relationship?”

“Why would you even say that?” you ask.

“Just that a man that age, still single… he might not be interested in marriage or family. He might just be one of those overgrown playboy types.”

You scoff because that is about the farthest thing from Dennis you can picture. “For your information, he is very interested in marriage and family. If you must know, he was married but he’s divorced now.”

Your mother makes a high-pitched squeak when you say the D-word. “A divorcé, too. Oh, darling. You can do better than that.”

“You don’t even know him!” You can hear your volume going up and your skin start to crawl with anger and you try to rein it in. “And it wasn’t his fault. His ex-wife is a terrible person.”

“That’s what they all say,” your mother says. “It’s always the wife’s fault.”

You have no intention of telling your mother exactly how wrong she is in this particular instance—that would be a betrayal to Dennis and you don’t have to explain yourself or him to her anyway—but you can’t just let her think the worst.

“She cheated on him,” you say. “I promise you that, in this case, it was absolutely the wife’s fault.”

Your mother huffs and your dad steps in. “Alright, enough, Rosie,” he says, and he turns to you. “I’m sure he’s a good guy, Pumpkin, and you know that your mother and I just want the best for you. I just… you don’t think that maybe someone closer to your age with a little less baggage might be better? Easier?”

“Nothing that’s worth it is ever easy”—you parrot your father’s constant refrain growing up, the thing he’d say anytime you wanted to give up on something—”that was you who always said that, right, Dad?”

“Yes, but-”

“Well, you were right. It’s not easy with Dennis, but it’s worth it. Yeah, he has baggage. I have baggage, too. But we are good together and we love each other. Why can’t you ever just be happy for me? Why is it that I am always doing something wrong in your eyes? All I did was fall in love with someone who loves me back and it’s like I’ve committed some crime against humanity because he happens to be older than me and divorced.”

“We’re just concerned,” your mother says. “You don’t always make the best choices, darling.”

You hear your dad’s voice, low and cautionary. “Rose, don’t.”

“It’s ok, Dad,” you say, no longer able to keep your aggravation in. “Let her talk. Please, Mom, tell me about all of my bad choices. I would love to hear about them all, yet again.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says.

“You know what?” You make the decision as you speak it. “I think I’m gonna go back home tonight. I have to get an early start in the morning and I just-”

“Come on, Pumpkin,” your dad pleads. “Don’t go. We’re sorry.”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart,” your mom says, and you can see in her eyes that she means it—that she knows she went way too far. “I just love you.”

You sigh and release some of the tension you’re holding. You don’t want to be mad at them. You know they have your best interest at heart, even if they aren’t always the best at expressing that.

“I forgive you,” you say. “I know you’re just looking out for me. But I think I will get going tonight—and not because I’m mad. I really do have a lot of stuff to cook for the party tomorrow.”

“You’re throwing a party?” your mother says. “Not at your apartment, surely?”

“Rosie…”

“Sorry,” she says. “It’s just small, and that kitchen… how would you even-”

You have to laugh because the woman simply cannot help herself.

“It’s at Dennis’s house,” you tell her. “He has a big, beautiful house with a big, beautiful kitchen which—you’ll be happy to know—has stainless-steel appliances.”

Your mother’s face softens a bit as she quirks an eyebrow. “So he has money, then?” 

“Oh, now you’re supportive? You are such a snob, Mom.”

“You’re not one of them sugar baby gals on the Instagram, are you, Pumpkin?”

“Jesus Christ, Dad. No!” you shout, and now your mother is castigating your father for his off-color comments and he’s laughing so hard that his neck is red and all you can do is just sit there and smile because, despite how difficult things can sometimes be, you just love them so damn much it hurts.

When you get back from dinner, you spend a little quality time with Badger before taking off for home. You’re cruising along, listening to one of your favorite playlists and mentally cataloging the many tasks you have tomorrow when you see a pair of eyes flashing green. You slam on your brakes as the deer prances across the road, but they aren’t catching. You pump them once, twice, three times but nothing’s happening; you’re still barreling down the road going 40 and you’ve completely lost control. You yank the emergency break up as hard as you can and the shrieking sound of metal and the smell of burning rubber and the pounding of your heart in your ears is all there is until you skid to a stop about two feet from a tree.

You sit there for a moment in shock, just breathing heavily and shaking. But you’re ok. The deer is ok. Everything is ok except for the fact that you know your car is fucked and you absolutely cannot afford to replace the brakes. That, and you’re a woman alone at night and stranded by the side of the road a few miles outside town. You grab your phone in trembling hands and call Dennis.

“Hey!” he says. “How’s it going with the parents?”

“Dennis,” you say, and you can hear the panic in your own voice. “Can you come get me? I got in an accident.”

“Are you ok?” he says, his voice gone from sweet to deadly serious with worry. “Where are you?”

“I’m fine. The brakes went but I didn’t hit anything. I’m on the county road about 4 miles outside town.”

“I’m coming right now,” he says, and you can hear the tinkling of his belt as he puts on his pants. “Lock your doors.”

He hangs up before you can tell him you already did.

***

Dennis has never moved faster than he is right now, throwing on his clothes and grabbing his keys and rushing towards the door. He decides to take Jax with him since he’s clearly sensed how agitated Dennis is and he doesn’t want to leave him alone in the house all worked up. With Jax in the back seat, his fuzzy chin resting on Dennis’s shoulder, he drives as quickly as he can while still remaining safe and sane. He reaches you in about 10 minutes and there’s a pit in his stomach when he sees how close you came to hitting a tree.

He throws his car in park and rushes over to your driver’s side door, pulling at the handle before you’ve even unlocked it. Once he hears the click, he throws it open and grabs you, pulling you up out of the car into a tight hug. He cradles your head in one hand and rubs your back with the other.

“It’s ok, Sweetheart. I’m here.”

He can feel you relax into his arms as you hug his waist, feel your breathing slow as you bury your face in his chest.

You speak muffled into his t-shirt, “God, you smell good.”

“What happened?”

“There was a deer.” You look up at him and even in the dark your eyes sparkle. “I hit the brakes and nothing happened. Had to pull the emergency. Please don’t say I told you so.”

“I won’t,” he says. “I would never do that. I’m just happy you’re ok.”

“I’m ok and the deer’s ok but my car is… not ok.”

“We’ll get it figured out,” he tells you. “Let me call a tow.”

“I already called them,” you say. “They should be here”—headlights pierce the darkness as the tow truck crests the hill—”uh, now, I guess.”

“Good,” Dennis says, “I want to get you home.”

You look up at him. “I- I’d rather stay with you tonight,” you say, the question in your eyes even though, to Dennis, it’s a foregone conclusion.

“My home is your home,” he replies, “if you want it to be,” and your smile brightens your entire face—like your skin is its own source of light.

The tow guys don’t take long getting your car up on the flatbed, and you sit in the backseat of Dennis’s car petting Jax while he sorts out the payment. He’d insisted and you’d had no choice but to agree because he knows you don’t have much cash to spare right now. The tow guy—whose name is Benny, if his embroidered uniform is to be believed—takes Dennis’s credit card information down on his intake form and hands the card back, tossing a glance over his shoulder at your car.

“You let your girl drive around in that thing?” Benny says, shaking his head. “Goddamn deathtrap, and I can tell you right now it’s not worth it to fix it.”

“I know,” Dennis replies. “I’m handling it.”

“Listen,” Benny says, “if you’re looking for a good deal on a used car, my cousin can hook you up.” He pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to Dennis. “Tell him Benny sent ya.”

Dennis looks at the card and back up to Benny. “I might just do that,” he says. “Thanks.”

“No problem, pal. You all have a safe night.”

Dennis pockets the business card and walks back to his car. You’ve made your way to the front seat and when Dennis gets in, you ask him with a pained expression, “How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says.

You sigh. “Thank you. I mean it. I’m gonna pay you back.”

“No, you’re absolutely not.”

“Dennis!”

“You heard me,” he says. “I’m not taking your money.”

“Well, if you won’t take money…” you say, flashing him a coy little smile. “Maybe there’s something else I can do to make it up to you.”

“Now you’re talking,” Dennis says, and he speeds you back to his place.

Dennis had never really understood what Netflix and Chill meant until tonight. One minute, he’s bringing you a cup of tea and putting on Schitt’s Creek, and the next minute he’s on top of you, dry-humping you as he slides your shirt up over your head.

“I want you,” you whisper. “Fuck. I need you.”

“I want you, too, Sweetheart. So fucking bad.”

“You can have me,” you say, your chest heaving beneath him as your eyes lock onto his, asking the question without saying it aloud, “if you want to.”

“I want to,” Dennis replies, and you smile at him softly as you run your thumb across his cheek.

“Take me to bed, Dennis.”

He snatches you up with zero hesitation. His mind is racing but his body feels ready as he carries you, giggling and kicking your feet over his shoulder, up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s better this way, he thinks. Maybe a whole, long, action-packed day of anticipation before getting to this moment was never going to work out. Maybe he just needed to wait until the time felt right instead of deciding what the right time is.

Dennis lays you gently down on his bed and you shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you in just a cute black-and-white polka-dot bra and panty set. He will never get tired of the sight of you half-naked and waiting for him as he strips down to his boxer briefs, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you sweep your eyes up and down his body. The way you look at him—that craving in your eyes—sets fire to his skin and makes him feel things he’s never felt before: sexy, powerful, wanted.

You sit forward and reach out to palm him through his briefs but he grabs your wrist lightly. “Not yet,” he says. “You first. You remember what I said I was gonna do to you?”

You nod your head. “Mhmm.”

“Then let me.”

Dennis hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and peels them off you slowly as you remove your bra and toss it to the side. He stands back and savors the sight of you like this: completely naked on his bed, propped up on your elbows with your legs spread, your pretty pussy glistening in anticipation of him. He’s pictured it so many times, but now you’re really here, this is real, this is happening.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

He can feel his cock throbbing, the precum leaking through the gray fabric of his boxer briefs as he stares at you. “Yeah,” he replies. “You’re just… fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Kiss me,” you beg.

Dennis crawls up your body and finds your lips, so warm and soft and ready for him. You reach up and thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him into a deep kiss, your other hand clutching his bicep as you sweep your tongue into his mouth. Dennis doesn’t want to rush; he doesn’t want to fumble around your body like he doesn’t know what to do with it. He kisses you slow and deep and you wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, urging him closer to you until his dick is hard against your center. He can feel the heat of you through the fabric of his underwear, feel you soaking through them as you grind yourself on him from below and moan into his mouth.

Dennis pulls out of the kiss. “Need to taste you,” he says, and he kisses and licks his way down your body just like he did the first time you gave him the great honor of eating you out. 

And he remembers what to do—all the tips and tricks he studied and how your body responds to them. He remembers how you like him to start with slow, rhythmic drags of his tongue, flat and wide against your entrance, not too much pressure at first—a tease, almost. He remembers how you buck your hips and fist his hair when you want more, when you need the suction of his lips around your ciit and his tongue lapping at you. He remembers the sounds you make—those sweet, beautiful cries of pleasure—when he’s bringing you close, and how you grab at his hand on your thigh when you want him to start using his fingers.

“Stretch me out,” you tell him. “Get me ready for you.”

Dennis starts with two fingers and hooks them up into your g-spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth, staring up your beautiful body as he brings you closer. You’ve got your eyes closed and your brow knitted and your mouth open in an oval, your hands clutching your tits as you moan his name, telling him how good he’s making you feel. When he slips a third finger inside you, you arch your back and cry out, “Yes, fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop—not until you’re gripping the bedspread and digging your heels into the mattress as your toes curl, not until you’re shaking and crying out your pleasure as you soak his beard. Your body relaxes and Dennis starts to remove his fingers but you grab his wrist and hold them in place, your pussy still spasming around them. 

“Not yet,” you say. “I- I’m… fuck… c- can’t stop cumming. K- keep going. P- please.”

Dennis dives back in, going hard and sloppy at your clit as your walls continue to pulse around his fingers. He hears sounds coming out of you that he’s only dreamt about and he doesn’t know if you’re still on your first orgasm or if this is a new one but it doesn’t matter because you taste so fucking good and you look so goddamn sexy when you cum. He wants it to last forever, but eventually your body goes limp and you sigh and tell him to stop with a little giggle that shoots straight to his already painfully hard dick.

“Holy shit,” you say, near breathless. “I’ve never cum like that in my life.”

Dennis can’t keep the smile off his face, soaked in you, as he looks up at you from between your thighs. “How many times did you-”

“I don’t even know. I don’t care. Come here.”

You reach down and grab at his shoulders as Dennis comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him. He loses himself in the kiss for a moment until he realizes that this is it: his time has come. He can feel himself tense up under your fingertips and you pull out of the kiss, your concern written all over your face.

“Hey,” you say gently. “If you don’t want to-”

“I want to,” he says. “Believe me, it’s all that I want. I’m just… can you tell me what to do?”

You smile softly at him as you brush a piece of hair behind his ear. “Of course.”

“I, uh, I bought condoms. Th- they’re in the nightstand. And there’s, uh, you know… lube. If it doesn’t-”

“Relax.” You run your thumb across his bottom lip as you cup his face and his eyelids flutter at your touch. “It’s gonna be amazing, ok?”

He feels that familiar pinch in his tear ducts and fuck, Dennis, do not fucking cry but he can’t stop his eyes from watering a bit. “What if it’s not?”

“It will be,” you tell him, “because I love you so much and all I want is to feel you inside me, to be that close to you. I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care if I cum or not. I just want you.”

And just like that, Dennis feels a weight lift. You always know exactly what to do and exactly what to say to make him feel like everything is ok—better than ok, even. Perfect. 

“I love you,” he tells you, and he means it with his whole heart.

He’s never loved anyone the way he loves you, and all he wants in the world is to be able to make love to you and show you with his body what he can’t put into words. Because there are no words strong enough or deep enough to describe the way he feels about you. I love you isn’t enough—not even close.

Dennis stands and removes his boxer briefs, his cock springing loose and slapping his stomach once it’s free. He feels a little dizzy on his feet because all his blood is in his dick and he’s watching you grab condoms out of his drawer and oh God this is really happening and now you’re giving him an amused little smile.

“Magnums, huh?”

He can feel his face go lobster red. “Yeah, uh… the other ones are too tight.”

You look at his dick and lick your lips. “I bet.”

“How do you want to-”

“Sit up against the headboard,” you tell him. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Once Dennis is in position, you tear open one of the foil wrappers and remove the condom. Your warm palm wrapped around his dick already has it jumping in your hand, and when you roll the condom down the length of him, he lets out a moan he just can’t hold. You smile and straddle him, hovering over him for a moment as you take his face in both your hands. 

“Are you ready?’ you ask him, and when he swallows deep and nods, you give him the sweetest kiss on the lips.

You reach down in between your bodies and position him at your entrance, and when he feels your pussy against the tip of his dick—warm and wet even through the latex—a jolt of electricity shoots through his entire body. You lower yourself onto him slowly and the sound that comes out of you when he enters you for the first time is something he’ll never forget as long as he lives. Dennis thinks he blacks out for a moment once you have his tip inside you, and when he comes back to himself and looks at your gorgeous face as you take more of him, he can see that you’re struggling.

“Are you ok?” he asks, and part of him wants to stop and try to reset but you feel too fucking good around him, so goddamn warm and tight.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Just need to go slow. Fuck, Dennis, you’re so fucking big.”

“We can stop,” he says, but he really really doesn’t want to.

“No,” you say. “I want it. I want all of it.”

By the time you’re halfway there, Dennis’s cock is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat and he wants, he needs, to feel all of you. You grip his shoulders tight and take a breath and then you drop all your weight down until you’ve got every inch of him inside you. You hiss and let out a wanton moan as you take all of him, and Dennis holds on to your hips for dear life—the soft flesh at your waist like velvet under his fingers as he cries out and throws his head back hard against the headboard.

“You feel like fucking heaven. Oh my God.”

Dennis thinks to himself that he’s never felt anything better than this—the way your body is opening up for him, accepting him—and then you start to move and Dennis can no longer think at all. Just a few slow rolls of your hips, your breasts swaying as you place your hands on his chest for balance, has Dennis’s balls tightening. You speed up and now you're really fucking the life out of him and he tightens his grip on your waist. Dennis can’t stop the moans that come from somewhere deep in his chest as you ride him like one of those mechanical bulls at some cheesy Western-themed restaurant. He wants to feel like this forever, but he just can’t hold on.

“Fuck, baby. You feel too good. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

“It’s ok,” you say, riding him even faster and harder now that he’s said out loud what you probably already knew. “I want it. I wanna watch you cum for me.”

Dennis was already on the edge, but your words and the hungry look in your eyes when you say them have him totally gone. When his hips start to stutter, he holds you in place and fucks up into you as he spills into the condom. He can feel the vice grip your pussy has on him as he cums and the proud look in your eyes as you watch him lose himself inside of you. He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down on top of him, chest to chest as he kisses your lips and your neck, tasting the sheen of sweat on your skin.

“I told you I’d make it fit,” you say, and then you both start to laugh.

You reach back and hold the base of the condom as you slide off of him with a tiny little whine.

“I’ll deal with that,” Dennis says.

“Such a gentleman,” you say, and Dennis walks to the bathroom on shaky legs to dispose of it.

When he comes back, you’re sprawled out on his bed with a dreamy smile on your face. The sight of you steals his breath; he’s never seen anything more beautiful. “Come back to bed,” you say, and Dennis crawls in behind you and pulls you against his chest. 

“I’m sorry I-”

You cut him off. “Don’t,” you say. “It was perfect. I love you.”

Dennis buries his face against your hair and breathes in the scent of you. “I love you, too, but-”

“No buts,” you say. “Unless you didn’t enjoy that…”

“Oh, I did. Too much, I think. That’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem, Dennis.” You turn in his arms to face him. “You don’t have a problem. You don’t have a ‘bad penis’ or whatever the fuck. You have a very good, very big penis that I would very much like inside of me again, and we have lots of time for that. And I’m sure pretty soon I won’t even be that exciting to you so-”

“Ok, now you’re talking crazy,” Dennis says, because there’s no universe in which getting you in bed isn’t the most exciting thing in the entire world to him no matter how many times it happens. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? God, Sweetheart, when you were on top of me? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Dennis runs a hand down the curve of your body and back to your ass, giving it a squeeze. The way your flesh jiggles in his hand is enough, and he feels the blood start to pump in his dick again. You can feel it, too, and you look down and then up at him with a smile. 

“You wanna go again?” you ask.

“Fuck yes.”

***

You would’ve been happy with just the one time. Finally having Dennis inside of you after wanting him for so long—your whole life, if you’re honest—was enough for you. Just the look on his face when he was buried in you fully was enough. He’d already made you cum. You knew he was never going to last very long the first time. You just wanted to feel him and make him feel good and show him that he didn’t have to be scared with you. But once wasn’t enough for Dennis. He’d had a taste and now he’s positively ravenous.

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the feeling of Dennis’s cock stretching you out as he enters you, and you both moan as he slides home. You want it missionary this time, want to feel the sheer heft of him on top of you, and—now that you know it fits like a glove—you want to let him use your body however he wants it. And how he wants it at first is just so painfully sweet: long, slow strokes as he takes your face in his big hands and kisses all over it and down your neck and tells you how good you feel, how much he loves you.

You’ve always hated the term “making love” but that’s what he’s doing to you and it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt—so good that you feel like a fool for ever having rolled your eyes and fake gagged at the terminology. You've had great sex before, but you’ve never felt someone’s love for you fill you up from the inside. Dennis starts to move a little faster, moan a little louder, and you wrap your legs around his waist and angle your hips up to take him deeper.

“Oh, fuuuck. Stay like that. That feels amazing,” he tells you, and you feel the gravel in his voice absolutely everywhere. “Your pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby.”

“It’s yours,” you moan. “I’m yours. Oh God, Dennis, your cock feels so fucking good. Feels like it was made for me.”

You want to tell him to fuck you but you don’t. You’re torn because part of you wants to keep going like you are, with this sweet and gentle man giving it to you so sweetly and gently. But the other part of you—the part of you that’s going cockdrunk and greedy on the big, fat dick inside you—wants to see what else he’s got. You know he wants it; he’s told you in great detail exactly how he wants to really give it to you, but you don’t want to rush him. Maybe he’s not ready for that, maybe he just wants to take it nice and slow, maybe he-

“Tell me what you want, Sweetheart,” he says, peppering kisses across your shoulder. “I wanna make you cum. Wanna feel it from the inside.”

He looks into your eyes and he just looks so earnest and sweet, but you know underneath it all there’s an animal waiting to be let loose.

“Fuck me, Dennis,” you say. “Really fuck me.”

He grunts a little before sitting back on his knees and yanking you down by your waist. The sheer strength of him takes you by surprise and you gasp a little before you giggle.

“You wanna get fucked, baby?” he asks, and now all the sweetness is gone from those ocean-blue eyes, replaced by something darker and hungrier.

“Yes,” you moan. “Please.”

Dennis grips your hips tightly and draws his cock out so that just the tip is left inside, and when he snaps his hips and fills you all the way up, your eyes roll back in your head. A few more of those slow, hard, deep strokes and he’s lost all control. He’s fucking into you with a strength and a power that you’d never seen on him before, putting his fit, muscular body to work as he uses all that core strength to give it to you good. You watch him watching you—the way your tits bounce with each thrust, the way his cock punches the breath from your lungs every time he gets up in your guts. You cry out his name, tell him how good he feels and how good he fucks you. The way your body is responding to him should be enough but you want him to know, to hear from your lips that he’s got good dick and knows what to do with it.

“You like that?” he asks, but you can tell from the look in his eyes that he knows he’s giving it to you right.

“I fucking love it. Oh, fuck. Harder, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Dennis grabs your legs and tosses them onto his broad shoulders before bending you in half, not losing a beat with his dick still inside you. He’s so goddamn deep in this position that he’s nailing your sweet spot with each thrust. You feel your walls start to pulse and he feels it, too, and you reach around and grab two handfuls of his ass to hold on to him.

“I’m cumming,” you cry. “Oh, fuck, Dennis. I’m cumming. I fucking love you.”

“And I love you,” he says, jaw clenched tight. “Now be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

That’s when you absolutely lose it, clawing at his ass and his back as your cunt starts to flutter around him. He drops your legs and changes his pace when he feels you start to cum, going slow and deep and moaning with you as he feels you clench down on him over and over again. He moans a deep fuuuuck in your ear as he rolls his hips, and he tells you, “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl,” and a part of you feels like you’re dying because your whole body is taut and then you just let go, and the only thing you can hear, the only thing you can feel, the only thought in your head is Dennis.

“You feel fucking perfect, baby. I wanna stay like this forever, you squeezing the fuck out of my dick. Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Flip me over,” you tell him. “I know what you want.”

He keeps a slow grind as he looks down at you. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you reply.

Dennis turns you over onto your stomach and pulls you up off the bed with one hand wrapped around your waist. Your muscles are like Jell-O but you manage to push yourself up onto your elbows as you feel one hand spread across the small of your back.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I stretched your pretty pussy out good,” he says, and you moan and clench around nothing when you hear his filthy praise.

He rubs the tip of his cock up and down your entrance and you can hear how wet you are before he pushes into you. You feel impossibly full in this new position and he’s not even all the way in but you’re already addicted to him, to those spots he can reach that no one else ever could. You make a mental note to tell Mal she was right about there being no such thing as too big, and then all thoughts leave your head as he starts to fuck you from behind. 

He sounds like an animal behind you and you curl your toes at the feeling of his balls slapping your clit with each thrust. It’s a sticky mess down there but you don’t care; you wish he’d make a bigger mess of you, but that’s a conversation for another day. You’re more than happy with what he’s giving you now as he fucks you hard and deep with two handfuls of ass.

“‘M gonna cum,” he says and you can’t form words to answer him; you just spread your legs wider so you don’t miss one millimeter of dick as he fucks you through his orgasm, “S- so deep,” he stutters. “So fucking deep.”

It takes all the strength left in your body to clench down on him and milk his cock as he cums but you do it because you just want to hear what kind of sinful sounds your pussy can drag out of him. He’s fucking loud this time, and when he’s winding down, you give him a particularly hard squeeze. He hisses and gives your right ass cheek a smack and you giggle.

“You’re a menace,” he says, out of breath and panting. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

He pulls out of you gently and you collapse onto your stomach, only able to hear the sound of your own heartbeat and the ragged breaths you’re taking as Dennis goes to the bathroom to dispose of condom number two. When he comes back, he slides into bed next to you and you wrap yourself around him like a koala, your head against his chest so you can hear that his heart is beating just as fast as yours. You know you have to get up and pee. You know you do, but you can’t fucking move yet and you just want to hold him and have him hold you and just be present for this moment—this beautiful, perfect moment you know you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

“That was incredible,” you say.

“I, uh, I don’t know where that came from,” he says, the usual Dennis modesty back in his voice.

You look up at him. “It came from you,” you tell him, putting your hand over his heart. “That was all you, Dennis. You’re fucking amazing and one of these days I’ll actually get you to believe it.”

“Hope so,” he says sheepishly.

“I will,” you say, “but until then, just know that I love you and I have never, ever been fucked that good in my life. Like, I need to go pee so I don’t get a fucking UTI but I literally can’t walk—that kind of good.”

“Let me help you,” he says, and before you can tell him no, he’s got you in his arms and he’s carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom and setting you down next to the toilet. “Door to door service,” he says. 

“I love you so much,” you say.

“I love you, too. I’ll… uh… give you some privacy.”

“Yeah, I’m a bathroom door always closed type of person, just so you know.”

“Noted,” he says, and he kisses you on the forehead and leaves you to it.

When you come out of the bathroom, you’re slightly confused and very disappointed to see Dennis is putting clothes on, but then you realize that it’s getting very late and Jax needs his nighttime walk.

“Get in bed,” he says. “We’ll be back soon.”

“No,” you say. “I want to come, too.”

You grab a sleep shirt and sweats from your bag as Dennis gets Jax harnessed up, and the three of you take a nice little stroll around the block. Dennis’s neighborhood is so quiet at night, so peaceful, and you feel like this is it—this is what you want to do every night for the rest of your life. Dennis can’t stop smiling at you and Jax looks happy as can be that his two favorite people are walking him together. When Jax is all set, you return to the house and the three of you crawl into bed—you and Dennis wrapped up in each other with Jax curled up at the foot.

Your happy little family, you think. Finally.

PART FIFTEEN >>>

#dennis baker fanfiction #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker #chris evans #chris evans characters #take me home series

[citriarchive]

my favorite source of character inspiration is mario or mario spin-off music tbh. not for any reason in particular but i do have a list:

Mario (+ spin-off) music fucks for absolutely no reason

It's something I'm really passionate about and interested in, love the Mario franchise

It's always fun!! Mario music is a blast and also can be so beautiful (hello super mario galaxy how r u), I get my most fun characters from it

I get to show my friends music from a franchise that I really really really enjoy!!! Which makes me go eeeeee

So far I have:

My villain based on the World Bowser theme and A Boss Approaches from SM3D2, both of which use Bowser's 3D World leitmotif. Sparkly jacket, top hat, blue hair, pink eyes, bad attitude, could crush you beneath her 6-inch heels.

My toy soldier based on Heavy Metal Mecha Bowser from Super Mario Galaxy 1! Silly little guy who takes their job very seriously but is also literally like halfling or gnome sized, i forget which. whichever is shorter. Wind-up toy. In D&D terms they're a warforged battle master fighter.

A tiefling based off of Bowser's Castle from MK8/DX!! Big tiddy goth gf with an affinity for hand-to-hand combat. I haven't done much with her yet because I wanna change some things but she is chaos incarnate!!

A character who ISN'T based on Shifty Boo Mansion from SM3DW but might as well be, my beloved phantom rogue, Virmaris Londrathra!! Idk it gave me the vibe of dancing in an empty room, doing barre and floor exercises, and when you glance in the mirror you can sometimes see their late husband.

I wanna make a character with Grumble Volcano (MKWii + MK8/DX) vibes but honestly I kinda need to get over how hard it fucks like

This shit goes HARD but in a v unique way

Anyway that's it just wanted to talk about Mario music and characters and why the combination makes me happy

Edit: This is now also a Wonder final battle appreciation post how could I forget it omg

This is another one I really want to make a character for because Nintendo fucking went OFF (I personally prefer phase one WITH chants but y'know what here you go anyway)

#; the citrus speaks #; the ttrpg tag(tm) #; character inspiration #friends if ur reading this i hope ur ready for an eventual grumble volcano oc infodump hehe

[widowshill]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): love a sky or mint blue, browns, deep greens, gold, and red-tint pinks!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): .... pumpkin spice wins to be very honest. vanilla, lavender, rose, anything ostensibly ''coffee'' flavored, mint, berries.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: lately it's been almost exclusively the 60's channel which says both everything and nothing at all. I like pop groups a lot (monkees, herman's hermits, paul revere & the raiders, dave clark five, mamas & the papas, beach boys) but I also really like the rock side, too (stones, doors, animals, alice cooper, yardbirds). admittedly am not immune to elvis. when it's not that ... I like big band swing, showtunes, sea shanties, 70s-80s rock, soundtracks. ah. lots !

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): must a girl's taste be "good" ? saving mr. banks 2013, rebecca 1940, potc: curse of the black pearl 2003, cinderella 2015, alice in wonderland 2010, the princess and the frog 2009, dangerous liaisons 1988, the favourite 2018, portrait of a lady on fire 2019, the lion in winter 1968 (a new addition!)

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: dark shadows, black sails, smash (must a show be good?), the imagineering story, ghost files + buzzfeed unsolved, agent carter, the twilight zone, flash forward

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: i'm into something good, herman's hermits

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: oh ... book series? I don't think I have an answer to this one. the last series i remember reading was asoiaf but that was years ago, alas.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: willy wonka and the chocolate factory ! it was on and i had to peep miss d.enise n.ickerson

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: this is embarrassing but um. nothing rn. here's my to-read pile instead: the girls: sappho goes to hollywood, wide sargasso sea, emily wilson's iliad translation, the wooden world: an anatomy of the georgian navy, pillaging the empire: piracy in the americas 1500-1750.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: dark shadows... yeah that's pretty much it. i live here basically.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: a very self-indulgent cutesy fancam, r/v proposal scene, NAB code violations gifset, short r/v euphemistic comic (still planning stages)

tagged by: @retrograderesemblance ty friend !! <3 tagging: @gaslightgallows @tortoisesshells @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @boltlightning @evil-dead-head-1980 @rejectshumanity @charroblanco @sanitatcm @seafavoured mwah.

#➤ dash games. ┊ #➤ ooc. ┊ she’s nauseous，she’s hysterical，and she’s exhausted. #i ... rlly do not read that much anymore. i need to get back into the habit. #the last year of school fried my brain in truly infinite ways lmao.

[i-am-nobody-butvoid]

idk A Pregnancy self insert story I guess Terzo X reader

I'ma make a story with Terzo x Pregnant female Reader

The plot can be like: it's late at midnight, Terzo is at work with his brothers and the others as usual, but he doesn't work that late and Y/N is 9 months pregnant but she's over due and she's hanging out with Sister imperator back at Terzo and her's Mansion. (Maybe the pregnancy is kinda new to Y/N because of not being able to conceive for 8-10 years of infertility, i guess. ) And Sister Imperator is super unsure and worried about Y/N because she has been acting weird all day, but brushes it off while Both of them work on the baby room the whole afternoon. When it was 2 am in the morning, Y/N started to feel a super sharp knife feeling pain in her stomach, and gets up and Goes walk to bed as she's in the dark hallway, she's feels the sharp pain become more and more less tolerant but she goes to bed anyways as she lays down on the bed, She pauses and looks down on the mattress and realized there's a big puddle of water in between of her legs spreaded out. She looks down, Turns out she was in labor and having so much contractions, but she didn't expect them to be that painful than others when their in labor. Y/N is trying to take deep breaths while venting in Agony, rocking herself back and forth on the edge of the shared bed. Until she hears foot steps enter the hallway, and looks up at to see Terzo enter the door. Worriful, He was looking for her in the house and he found her in their bedroom. He rush packing a bag for the hospital as he realized that she was overdue and was in labor, So the walk out the long dark narrow hallway, all the way through the kitchen to the outside door. As they Down The stairs, Terzo guided Acheing and Pregnant Y/N to his nice black S-u-v car, He adjusts the seat as Y/N gently but painfully sits down. As they get on the road, Y/N keeps on groaning in pain almost about screaming until Terzo places his left hand on her stomach comforting Her as he drives but when they arrive to the hospital parking, she's rushed into the hospital by nurses while being placed into a transportation wheelchair. Once in the building, Terzo walks into their hospital room given to both of them, a team of nurses and a doctor come in with stuff. Y/N chose to have a epidural injection, that was needed really bad. As Terzo sat next to Her, seeing her in Labor on the hospital bed, She grasped for his hand as the nurses prepared for delivery. Y/N looks up into Terzo's different colored eyes, full of tears. The doctor removed the blanket on top of her legs while nurses held her legs open. Terzo told her to push rubbing back of her head, She Holds both his hands and tries to Push as hard with all her strength and might. She slumps back and primally screaming from the pain, being hesitant to push out the baby. Terzo Looks in between her legs and the doctor, while he watches the whole birth happen. All the medical staff try to comfort her as they tell her to just push harder. Terzo and some nurses hold her arms, legs and hands as she pushed one last time, she pushed the baby all clean and There was it, the baby was here. The doctor in his hands had a small baby girl crying loudly with her hands in the air, her skin was pink and she had Raven black hair like her father, Terzo. Terzo was just shocked, In emotional disbelief. So much mixed feelings in between Happy and Overly joyed. The doctor cleaned the baby up And wrapped her up in blanket. She was 6 pounds and was placed in his hands reaching out for her. The baby little bright blue eyes looked up at his skull-painted face, smiling. He sat up and placed his newly born baby on Y/N's chest and Kisses her on the lips. Enjoying rest of the night, rejoicing over their new baby girl.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Thanks for reading!

Ahem.. there is also a bonus…

The baby's birth certificate!

Baby name: Stella Violett Emeritus | Born: October 17 2023 on 4:56 A.M. Gender: Female 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀 She's so beautiful~~~~

(P.s. Stella is my character,so no steal from me. Owo!!!!)

#papa emeritus iii x reader #copia x reader #terzo x reader

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Spectra Redesign Discussion🕷

     For Spectras design, I made quite a few changes to help hyped up the psychological horror factor. Especially with implanting the spider theme.

Human Disguise:

Made her spider themed. Went for a subtle touch, as she’s known for her ability to deceive and entrap people🕷

Changed her horned hair into a bun for the spider aesthetic with some curls at the end for old design reference. Also added a silver streak at her front. She also has knitting needles tucked into her bun as she does a lot of textile such as knitting.

Changed her black shades and gave her glasses with( three dots in the corners to foreshadow her extra eyes).

Put her in deeper reds❤️

Made her eyes a darker green💚

Made her purplish pink lipstick, red and black❤️🖤

OG Color Scheme- Orange, reddish orange, red, white, black, purple, green.

My Color Scheme- Orange, reddish orange, red, dark red, black, gray, dark green, skin color

Replaced her white collar and tie for v-neck sweater and necklace with the black widow spiders symbol(the type of spider she’s symbolizing). I also added special web stitching on it to mimic web lines.

Added a waist wrap. It was inspired from a suggestion from @tachvintlogic​ about showing her body like a spider’s body, that tightness between the top and the abdomen. I’m not the biggest spider expert.

Changed her round purple earrings to silver triangle ones, like how a widow’s mark looks half. Also concealed any showing of ears👂

Replaced her skirt with long pants.

Gave her black nail polish with red sheen.

Made her heels black with red sheen. Also gave her gray leggings.

Gave her a name tag.

Got rid of the purple💜

Also I’m gonna be honest, I wasn’t originally going with a Coraline Other Mother reference, until people pointed it out and it made me realize the similarities. Her disguise has certain traits to Other Mother’s Disguise as Mel, Coraline’s mom.

Spectras Ghost Form:

    For her ghost form, I went REALLY BIG for here.

Biggest change. Made her a spider spectre. Heavily inspired by Coraline’s Other Mother. I also wanted her design to have similar elements to her disguise.

Made her body shaped like a black widow’s mark.

Gave her pupils, which are also shaped like black widow marks. Also gave her mini extra eyes, being a spider and all🕷

Gave her a dress, made of her own webbed silk. For the collar, I was def inspired by Other Mother’s second form version, it just looks so cool and scary.

Removed her lipstick.

Made her teeth green with fangs💚 For the ghostly green and with her design having more whites and grays, thought it’d help them stand out more.

Added more sharpness for the fear factor. Added a lot of points.

Added sharp points on her neck. Other Mother had a bare skeletal neck and I wanted to give off that, plus for the scary sharp spider aesthetic.

Gave her long sharp red fingernails. To make them strike out more, especially when she goes in for an attack.

Gave her hair, separating from her head, also made up of webbing. I designed it like Other Mother’s with white streaks separating different shades. In her disguise she has red and orange reddish shades in her hair and I wanted to keep that.

Gave her extra arms cause she’s a spider🕷

OG Color Scheme- Black, red, blue, purple and white.

My Color Scheme- Black, red, gray, white and green.

There’s a lot to say about Spectras redesign. I worked pretty long and hard on it and overall I’m proud of the results.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

#Danny phantom #spectra #penelope spectra #dp spectra #dp redesign #character design #phanart #danny phantom fanart #other mother #coraline

[killemwithkawaii]

Okay, so, I sometimes ageregress and I think Sal would too tbh. If you don't know what ageregressing is, it's basically age play without the sexual undertones (dressing up, being in the mindset of a child, having childish interest but more like an episode, you are still a functioning adult). Since Sal didn't get to be a child for that long because of the accident and bullying he could be a child with me as an adult fbjsicjsjsj

It would be so adorable to see him play with action figures or having tea parties with his s/o and plushies TvT

And Larry would be probably really chill about that too. Just imagine lil Sal talking really excitedly about his favorite color and Larry being like: "Woah, dude, that's so sick. Blue n pink really are special my guy"

It would be so adorable drzhdgjg >v<

I've actually answered an ask about Sal being an age regressor! Here's some more headcannons about it:

Sal as an age regressor-

[CW: SFW age regression/ little space, mentions of past trauma and abuse]

>This is likely something Sals therapist recommended when medication wasn't quite cutting it for him. Now that Sal's an adult and has the power and competence to make his own decisions, age regression could be a way for him to reclaim that part of his life where he was put into bad situations and didn't have any sort of control over how things turned out. He can use it as a tool to try and experience some of the childhood joy that was robbed of him when he was actually a kid in a safe and comfortable setting, free of grief, trauma, bullying, hospital stays, and adults with substance abuse problems.

>I'd expect him to regress to around the age he was when he got his injury to a few years older (a general range, probably not a specific age).

>It would probably be really hard for him to get into the mindset. Letting down his guard and forgetting about his self-consciousness and personal baggage takes a lot of practice, plus acting like a kid can dig up some bad memories by association. Most of the time, he half-regresses- not too big to relax and enjoy himself, but not too small to defend himself and snap back to being 'big' if need-be.

>He'd be EXTREMELY hesitant to let anybody know about his age regression or see him regressing, let alone be his caretaker, because it's such a vulnerable mindset to be in (he got enough shit when he was actually a kid, he doesn't need anybody judging him for acting childlike on top of all the other stuff people judge him for as an adult). Gizmo is the one exception, since he's been a major source of comfort for Sal since he was an actual child.

>A fellow age regressor would have better luck catching a glimpse of Sals 'little' side. He'd love to have someone to hang out with that likes video games and cartoons as much as he does!

>His friends DO find out (because he's a horrible liar). Larry finds the concept a little weird at first (because he was always encouraged to 'grow up'/ 'be a man'/ etc.), but totally gets it when he and Sal go to catch frogs at the lake or do some finger painting together and he sees Sal let loose like never before. Ash takes it in stride (it feels just like when she and her little brother were kids) and loves Sals genuine enthusiasm for doing craft projects with her and playing out dramatic storylines with her 'little dudes'. Todd goes down a rabbit hole researching the phycological mechanisms behind age regression and its applications in therapy, and is happy that Sal is using healthy coping mechanisms in tandem with his medication to help improve his mental health (he also gives Sal all the computer games that his parents gave him as a kid).

Also:

Me 🤝 Sal "Pink and blue are the best colors (we'll be in our blanket fort if you wanna fight us about it)"

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face headcanons #sal fisher #sfw littlespace #age regression #little space #tw age regression #tw little space #tw abuse #tw trauma #tw drug use #Sal in his deep gravely voice: 'oh hell yes finger paints!'

[starry-night-rose]

“Oh you are too kind! How should I repay you? Perhaps a gift of beauty or song or even eternal happiness? Hmph, Like that would ever happen”

Here she is! The eternal thorn in Headmaster Crowley’s side, Miss Victoria Le Fay herself~ 

Full Name: Victoria Alyx Le Fay

Nicknames: That one (Crowley), Little one (Lilia), Mademoiselle Aristocrat (Rook), Halfblood (Sebek), Starfish (Floyd)

V/A: Rie Tanaka (Japanese) Suzie Yeung (English)

!Twisted from the Three Fairies from Sleeping Beauty! 

Age: 19

Birthday: December 27th

Horoscope: Capricorn

Species: Half Fae

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 170 cm (or 5′7)

Hair color: Chocolate Brown

Eye Color: Pink and Blue

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Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Family: Unnamed Fae Father, Unnamed Human Mother, Two unnamed younger sisters,Three Unnamed Aunts

Dominant Hand: Left

Dormitory: Diasomnia

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-D (No.8)

Best Class(es)- Conjuration/Summoning and Ancient Curses

Worst Class-Potions

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Favorite Food(s): Tea, Tea sandwhiches, and Pomegrantes

Least Favorite Food(s): Cucumbers and Cranberry

Hobbies: Flower pressing, Listening to Ghost Stories,and Playing Boar Games

Dislikes: Messiness, Sweating, and Failure

Talent(s): Concentration, Ice Skating, and Enchantment

Sexuality: Demiromantic/Demisexual

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Personality: Victoria is a naturally proud individual who carries herself in a mature and self assured way. When one would see someone as a superior, Victoria sees them as a rival to surpass. However, when things don’t go her way, she is mature enough to let it be. Though appearing aloof and self serving, she is protective of her comrades and would fight tooth and nail for them to be happy. Though her grades are spectacular, Victoria is known as a problem student due to her habit of showing off and bragging which has caused several accidents. If you get past her arrogant and noble aura, you will find a girl who just wants to be appreciated by the world.

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Backstory: Victoria was born to a fae father and a human mother in the Briar Valley. Her father met her mother in gardening store in the Queendom of Roses and immediately fell for her. Although she was born in the Valley, she and her family later moved to the Queendom of Roses and lives there to this day. Later, Victoria would be accepted into NRC and sorted into Diasomnia. One day while showing off her unique magic, in her third year, Crowley accidentally got hit full force by her unique magic and was turned to stone. He was turned back but because of this, Victoria was forced to repeat a year of school. 

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Trivia! 

Victoria loves ghost stories because she finds them exciting

Her aunts still live in the Briar Valley and goes back every winter break to see them

Like Lilia, she should n e v e r and I repeat n e v e r let her into the kitchen.It will burn

Along with this, She (unlike Ellis) cannot sew at at all

Her favorite flower are carnations

Her group of friends include Ellis (my yuu), Silver, Lilia, Azul, Idia, Trey, Vil, and Rook

Victoria is a very loving big sister to her siblings and often comes off as a shock to many who do not know her

Her favorite type of tea is herbal

#my art! #twisted wonderland #diasomnia #twisted wonderland oc #twst #victoria le fay #twst oc

[crystal-crax]

O V E R T H I N K I N G # 1

Do you all ever get that; like, heart sinking feeling when someone close to you gets you a gift that you hate?

Not in a:

"This is blue and i wanted pink!" Kind of way (not to shame anyways, i think it's a valid reason to actually dislike a gift)

But more like: "This is not something i ever even expressed i liked, nor that i wanted. This doesn't even represent anything for me and it goes against anything i've ever told you about myself"

I love giving gifts, it's my love language!

"Look! I paid so much attention to you and got you something you fawned over for that one time we went out six months ago! This is exactly something you mentioned you needed/wanted but couldn't afford!"

Now listen, i don't mean that if you give something that's not precisely a good gift you're a bad selfish person that can't pay attention to others or don't appreciate them enough. I'm just saying, since gift giving means such a big deal for me (parent issues man, istg), i constantly express to others that i don't mind not receiving anything if they're not sure what to give me (and i swear to god it's not a trap, i actually don't mind it) because it hurts /again, ME, personally/ when someone close to me really couldn't think of anything i could've actually liked so they got something to "quickly get it out of the way".

Like man, i'm - i'm not a task, you know?

I've grown up being a task, i was raised on: "I know you said you liked the doll but your sister wanted that, so you'll just have to make do with this whistle i got you from the convenience store".

You can just, not give me anything, i'm fine with that, the fact you were thinking about giving me something it's already nice enough for me. If you admit that you couldn't choose something, it'll be alright, you were honest with me, so now i can comunicate more openly about what i like and need.

But, to not even know about what i don't like? That actually hurts me; like, crying at night type of shit.

Because that's something that i'm actually pretty vocal about, the differences about what i like and what i don't.

I like blue, but not navy or dark blue, more like baby soft pastel blue.

I like pink but any phosphorescent or "hot" tone of it makes my eyes bleed.

I love perfumes...as long as they smell like berries. Vanilla scents make my head hurt.

Socks? I love getting socks!...when they're not made of that scratchy fabric that rips and stretches easily

You wanted to get me something expensive? For the love of god, don't, i've got really bad issues and will start crying because i made you spend a lot on something.

And i wonder: Does it make me, a bad person? It's not like i ever show that i hate anything; or that i say it, i swallow the dissapointment and full on raise the roof for your gift. It's just..the after feeling. The soft "they don't know me as well as i do...and now it'll be worse because they'll think that i actually like this! I can never tell them that i don't! They'll feel bad!"

Whatever, Let's be grateful we even get stuff anyways, i'm just being a jerk that doesn't know how to properly work and express her emotions bc i bottle everything up until i explode, lol

Anyways, these are just some late night thoughts on why i think i'm a piece of shit (careful, there are more to come, yay)

#crystal overthinks #it's like 7 am and i am starving lol #i haven't slept shit #this was born bc my mom kind of noticed i wasn't actually as stoked as i said i was and now i feel bad #yay