#which is p serious y'all

[rafesfavgirl]

not like you — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. sorry this took so long y'all, school's been kicking my ass :')

❝ get my car door, isn't that sweet? then pull me to thе backseat no onе's ever had me, not like you ❞

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

context: after a few dates with rafe, he finally asks you to go midsummers with him as his girlfriend.

words: 2.9k+

warnings: jealous!jj, bitchy!kie, jealous!rafe, alcohol use, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral m receiving, pretty fluffy, SMUT with a cute little plot bc soft!rafe is soooooo bf material

"so… i've actually been meaning to ask you something," rafe pulls his truck to a stop in front of your house and turns to look at you.

it was the middle of the night and the two of you had just gotten back from getting froyo, after he texted you asking whether you wanted to go with him to get some on his way home from topper's.

"what's up?" you ask, eyes scanning his face, which donned a look of apprehension.

was he nervous?

a chuckle escapes his lips as he glances down, hand fiddling with yours on top of your thigh. "well, we've been going out for a few weeks now…" he started.

"yeah?" a small smile comes across your lips—never in a million years did you think you'd be making rafe cameron, of all people, act like this.

"and you've met my friends," his eyes meet yours, blue irises twinkling. "and my sisters…"

"rafe, what is it?"

"i was wondering if you'd consider going to midsummers with me," he says, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "you know… as a couple."

you tilt your head to the side, and kink an eyebrow. "rafe cameron, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

he shakes his head at your teasing, and playfully rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing against the top of your hand. "depends, are you saying yes?"

"i don't know," you shrug. "i mean, you're a kook, i'm a pogue. we come from totally different worlds. not to mention i just got out of a year-long relationship and…" you trail off when the look on his face turns sour, clearly thinking you were serious.

"oh, i'm just kidding," you chuckle, nudging his arm.

"you're not funny," he tells you, but you know by the way his eyes light up again that he's relieved.

"i'd love to go to midsummers with you," you smile.

"as my girlfriend?"

"yes, baby," you nod, leaning in so your lips are just hovering above his. "as your girlfriend."

rafe closes the distance, lips meeting yours in a way that make all the butterflies flutter in your stomach, as his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

"come inside for a bit," you smile against him, lips only leaving his long enough for you to get the words out.

"your parents won't mind?"

you shake your head, "they're sleeping."

—

“y/n!” sarah immediately comes up to greet you when rafe opens your door and helps you step out, making sure your dress doesn’t snag.

“hey, sare,” you return her hug, but your eyes linger behind her head to john b’s parked twinkie in the parking lot.

…what the hell?

“hey, y/n,” when he rounds the twinkie, dressed nicer than you’ve ever seen him dressed, and comes over to stand beside sarah, it clicks in your head.

“no way,” you shake your head, eyes shifting between them when you break your hug with sarah.

sarah shrugs with a smile, hand intertwining with john b’s. “way.”

“but i thought you were with topper,” you say. “how did-“

“a’ight, as much as i’d love to hear about my sister’s love life, we gotta go,” rafe interrupts you, hand sliding across your exposed lower back, making your head turn towards him, as a chill runs down your spine, your weight shifting from one leg to the other.

“right,” you nod, his intoxicating presence completely making you forget about sarah and john b.

he gives you a small push towards the club and begins to lead you inside, sarah and john b trailing closely behind you. 

once again, you’re caught off guard when you follow rafe outside with your hand in his, the back garden of the island club decked out in twinkling lights and hysterias like it was pulled straight out of a fairytale.

"holy shit," you mutter, causing rafe to look at you with a smile.

"you like?"

"are you kidding?" your wide eyes meet his, as you both descend the steps of the back porch. "this is insane."

"come on," he nods his head to the side, and begins leading you toward his dad, rose, and wheezie. "you can meet my dad."

while the two of you had been messing around for about a month now, and you had even attended a brunch at the club with him two weeks ago, he'd been apprehensive to officially introduce you to ward. not that you thought it was a big deal—everyone in the obx already knew who he was.

"dad," rafe greets him with a smile; you glued to his side. "this is y/n."

"so you're the girl i've been hearing so much about," ward smiles at you and holds out a hand. "ward cameron."

you place your free hand in his for a quick handshake, relief washing over you when you realize he isn't the monster you thought he was—at least, if he was, he surely hid it well with that friendly smile.

"y/n y/l/n," you tell him. "it's nice to meet you."

"you too," he nods. "nice to finally put a face to the name. you kids enjoy yourselves."

"thank you," you reply, as rafe pulls you away towards kelce and topper by the bar.

"well, well, what do we have here?" topper smiles at the two of you and sips on a glass of what you assume to be whiskey. "is it official?"

"something like that," you smile back, leaning into rafe and tilting your head up to look at him, his eyes twinkling as they locked with yours.

"y'all want something or what?" the sound of jj's bitter voice pulls you out of your haze, when he walks up behind topper and kelce and leans his hands against the bar counter.

there was just no escaping him.

his eyes meet yours when top and kelce step aside to give him a full view of you and rafe, dressed in matching colors with your hands intertwined.

a smug smirk comes across rafe's lips, realizing just how quickly the tables had turned. though he'd never admit it, he'd always had a thing for you ever since he saw you waitressing at the wreck that one time you agreed to help kie with the lunch rush. a part of him always hated that jj got to you first, but that didn't matter now. because he was the one standing beside you tonight. not jj. 

"just a glass of whiskey for me, man," he says, before looking down at you. "anything for you, doll?"

"i'll take a glass of wine," you nod at him, pulling your eyes away from jj. rafe was the guy in your life now.

"you heard her," rafe tells jj. "and make it white wine. the most expensive kind you've got."

you playfully roll your eyes at his antics—he clearly just wanted jj to know how much he liked to spoil you—but don't argue when he hands you your glass.

"i'll be back," you whisper to him. "i'm gonna go find sarah."

"okay, baby," he nods, leaning down to place his lips on yours. "save me a dance, though."

jj rolls his eyes behind the bar and scoffs, tongue poking at his cheek as he poured another drink for kelce.

you choose to ignore him, and smile up at your new boyfriend instead. "you got it."

—

"is this a pogue reunion i see?" you couldn't help taking a detour from finding sarah to walk up to pope and john b by the grill that pope was working.

"maybe for you," pope shrugs, and john b agrees, pointing the neck of his beer bottle towards you before taking a sip. "we're together everyday."

"alright, touché," you nod, a hand reaching out to bump john b's chest. "i didn't know you cleaned up so well, dude."

"look who's talking," john b says, eyes trailing up and down the baby blue dress you're wearing. "you look more like a kook than anyone here."

you roll your eyes and shake your head. "shut the fuck up."

"i'm totally serious," he chuckles. "you look good, y/n. happy."

you sigh, not being able to help the smile that spreads across your lips. "i am."

"good," he returns your smile. "that's how it should be."

"and what about you?" you tease, nudging his arm with your elbow. "mr. sarah cameron… how the hell did that happen?"

he shrugs, "i don't know, it kinda just did."

a small laugh leaves your mouth. "hmm. who would've thought, huh? you and me with kooks?"

"definitely wasn't on my list of things that would happen this year," he shakes his head, chuckling.

"where is she, anyway?"

"she went to go find you, actually," he says.

"damn, i should go find her then," you reply. "but text me, yeah? i've missed y'all."

half-engaged in conversation with topper and kelce across the garden by the bar, rafe's eyes focus on you, as you throw your head back in a giggle at something john b and pope had said, his grip on his glass tightening. his tongue moves to poke at his cheek when you throw an arm around john b in a hug, and then pope, the ugly green monster inside him threatening to make an appearance, as he brings the glass up to his lips and downs the rest of his whiskey.

"face it, man," jj tuts, refilling his drink when he sets it down on the counter. "she's known us longer than you. it's not gonna last."

"just fill up my glass and shut the fuck up, a'ight?" rafe throws him a glare. "no one asked you."

—

you enter the bathroom to pee after failing to find sarah again—where the hell could she have possibly gone?—the two wine glasses you had finally catching up to you.

"you've got some nerve showing your face here," kiara's voice fills your ears when you move towards the sink to wash your hands.

when you look up at the mirror, you find her standing behind you. "you're one to talk," you turn off the sink and reach for some paper towards to dry your hands, as you turned to look at her. "weren't you against all these events because they're so ‘tone-deaf'?"

she scoffs and shakes her head. "you're pathetic, you know that? taking jj from me, dumping him for rafe…" this psycho bitch. "then turning him, john b and pope against me…" wait, what? "i mean— seriously, y/n, are you really that desperate for attention?"

you let out a sigh to keep your composure—she wasn't worth the energy it took to stoop down to her level. despite what she and jj had put you through, you were happy. she wasn't taking that away from you.

"i hate to break it to you, but if the boys aren't talking to you, it has nothing to do with me," you tell her. "maybe they just realized who you really are." you shrug, taking a step towards her. "you're a shitty person, kiara. you can try and blame me all you want, but you dug your own grave."

"you—"

"lie in it," you cut her off. "and while you're at it, leave me alone."

you don't allow her to get another word in before walking away, leaving her alone in the bathroom with her own thoughts.

damn that felt good.

—

"hey stranger," you lean down and snake the arm not holding a glass of wine around rafe's neck, your hand landing on his chest, as he sat at an empty table with a glass of whiskey, sulking.

"done talking to your other boyfriends?" he asks, raising his glass up to his lips.

you tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing. "what?"

"i saw you flirting with john b and pope," he says, setting his drink down on the table, as his eyes finally met yours.

they didn't look angry though, more like… sad?

"you thought i was flirting?" you ask, moving to sit in the seat beside him. "they're my friends, babe. i haven't seen them in a while, we were just catching up."

"didn't look like that when you were giggling and hugging them," his eyes avert to his glass on the table, his finger tracing along its rim.

"oh my god," you chuckle, half-amused by his behavior. "are you jealous?"

"why would i be jealous?" he shrugs you off, still refusing to have his eyes meet yours again. "if it's them you want, that's cool."

you sigh, and place a hand on his. "come dance with me."

to your surprise, he doesn't resist when you take his hand in yours and stand up to lead him towards the dance floor, as the band began to play an instrumental rendition of taylor swift's you are in love.

your hands lock behind rafe's neck, while his hands snake around your waist, pulling you close to him, as the two of you slowly began to sway along with the music.

"you're crazy, you know that?" you ask, fingers entwining with the hair on the back of his head.

"how's that?"

"for thinking i'd flirt with someone else when i'm here with you," you say.

"they've known you longer than me," he shrugs. "it's not that crazy."

"i guess,” you shrug. “but you’re forgetting something.”

his eyebrows furrow. “what?”

“they’re not you,” your lips pull together in a smile. "i mean, sure, i've known them longer. yes, we're friends, but they don't hold a candle to you, alright? no one's ever made me feel the way you do."

and it was true. your entire relationship with jj, there was always an uneasy feeling in the depths of your stomach that made you feel like there was always someone else—and it was right, because there was kie. but with rafe? he made you feel like the only girl in the world. it was healing.

"not even jj?"

you chuckle and shake your head. "not even jj."

"and how do i make you feel, doll?" his head tilts to the side, an amused look on his face.

a smirk comes across your lips, eyes locking with his. "how 'bout i show you?"

—

"shit, baby, what's gotten into you?" rafe smirks against your lips, your body rolling against him and your fingers entwined in his hair.

the two of you were now in the backseat of his truck, tongues dancing together while his hands roamed over your body.

you shrug, jokingly. "wine."

"damn," he muttered. "should get you wine drunk more often."

without your lips ever leaving his, one of your hands trail down his body to slide over the hardness under his pants, eliciting a groan from him.

he pulls away and shakes his head at you, the look in his eyes hungrier than you've ever seen them. "don't tease me, pretty girl."

"i don't plan to," you smirk, hands coming between the two of you to begin unbuckling his belt.

you pull away from him and he leans back on the seat, as you position yourself on your knees, hands working at his belt to pull down his slacks and boxers. his cock springs free and you immediately wrap your fingers around it, rafe's hand landing on your ass to give it a squeeze.

you slowly lean down to take him in your mouth, your mouth swirling around his length as you cupped his balls with your hand.

"fuckkkk," rafe groans, hand trailing up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "just like that, doll."

you lick up his length and swirl your tongue around his tip, making his head tilt back as he began guiding your head to bob up and down.

you feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gag, only making rafe hotter.

you release him from your mouth, and tilt your head up to look at him as you began stroking his length up and down. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"uh-uh," rafe shakes his head and grabs your hand to stop you, before grabbing you by the waist to sit up so he could untie the back of your dress and pull it off you, until it's lying on the floor of his truck. "come ride me, pretty girl."

he guides your hips to move over him, and you place your hand over his shoulders, your soaked center hovering right above his length.

he doesn't give you the chance to tease him, and immediately pushed you down, his entire length sinking into you and making you throw your head back.

you begin rocking your hips against him and he groans, one hand moving up to grab your tit.

"oh rafe," you moan, your orgasm inching closer and closer as you tangle a hand into his hair and lean against him.

his lips connect to your neck and begins trailing wet kisses, his fingers pinching your nipple and heightening the pleasure you were already feeling.

"so close, baby," rafe whispers against you. "you gonna cum with me?"

"mhm," you nod, barely coherent as your high washes over you.

you tremble when rafe shoots his load and keeps you steady, his head falling against your shoulder.

"did that answer your question?" you pant.

you feel his smirk on your skin before he picks his head up to look at you. "oh yeah."

"and how do you feel about me?"

he brings a hand up and pushes you hair back, eyes scanning every inch of your face. "you're everything."

anddddd that concludes this little series... i think. i've considered writing an epilogue but it'd take place several years after this, so let me know if that's something y'all are even interested in. but until then, i'm very excited to start working on some new fics, so stay tuned :)

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[cillianhead]

Sitting Pretty || Jonathan Crane x Reader

summary: Needy and so incredibly horny, you seek out your boyfriend to treat your ailments.

Here's a little short thing for y'all <3

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, graphic language, swearing, unprotected P in V, slight degradation, praising, there's a bit of slapping but nothing too serious, adult content.

18+ Minors DNI.

Seeking out Jonathan was pretty easy, he finally had a day off of work for once but he was in his study anyway, reading over medical documents, prescriptions, legal forms, and all that boring stuff you didn't particularly care for. He hadn't paid any attention to you all day, a small peck in the morning before he slipped out of bed and went into his home office to work was all he had given you today.

"Jonny?" You asked meekly, creaking the door of his study open. You were in one of his button up shirts, though none of the buttons were done up, leaving your bare chest and stomach on display. He looked up from his work, quirking an eyebrow at you. Just the sight of him, his glasses sitting on his pretty nose and still in his pyjamas as he worked. He looked so handsome, it made you squeeze your bare thighs together.

"What is it, bunny?" Jonathan tilted his head at you, waving you over with a curl of his finger. Your feet padded over to him and you could feel his hungry eyes on your tits, nipples hard from the cold air.

"Need you..." Was all you could get out as you sat on his warm lap, an arm of his slipped around your waist. "Please... you've barely... given me any attention at all today, Jonny..."

Jonathan just smirked as he signed off another bit of paperwork, humming, not giving his full attention to you. You frowned grumpily. "Is that so?" He knew you were all worked up, he knew it from the second you walked into the room with that sad little look on your face. "Well too bad, too busy with work, my love. Maybe later." He mumbled dismissively.

"Please!" You cried, leaning your head into the crook of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. Whining like a needy brat. "I'll take anything you can give me please... please... just need you inside of me, I'll be good, Jonny..."

Jonathan sighed, knowing how you were when you were horny. You wouldn't leave him alone until you got what you want, got what you needed. "I'll tell you what, you can sit on my cock but you're not allowed to move, do you hear me?" He grabbed you by your chin sternly, pen still slotted between his fingers. "No playing around, sweetheart." You just nodded feverishly, you quickly pulled down his pyjama pants, his cock was already hard and red for you. Biting your lip, you slipped down your underwear, letting it fall onto the floor as you ground your wet cunt against his head until you sank down on him, back pressed against his clothed chest. You let out a low moan, squeezing around him, you could hear him take in a deep breath through his nose as he kept writing, knowing your pussy had an intoxicating effect over him.

"F-Feels so good, Jonathan... thank you," You mumbled, trying your best to keep your aching hips still. Your clit throbbed with need as the head of his dick pressed snugly against your cervix in the most deliciously painful way.

"Now you've got what you want you can just sit there and look pretty for me, darling." Jonathan pinched your sensitive nipple, you gasped at this, clenching around him causing him to let out a throaty groan. "You've gotta stop doing that, baby, or you won't be allowed to sit here anymore." You squeezed his cock again at the nickname which earned you a hard slap on your clit, making you cry.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... you just feel too good..." You whined, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. He could tell you were struggling to sit still, could tell you still needed more.

You sat there for a little while longer, being good, being obedient while he did his work and his dick sat inside you, cunt hugging it tightly and needily. But you were growing more and more restless by the second.

"Touch your clit f'me," Jonathan whispered deep into your ear. "Want you to cum while sitting on my cock."

"C-Can't..."

"Don't tell me you want me to do it for you too?" He grunted, clearly displeased with your answer. You shook your head with embarrassment. "Pathetic slut, can't even touch yourself, takin' my cock but you also need my fingers too? Greedy bitch." He gave you a smack on your cheek, face stinging, as he slipped his fingers between your sticky folds and rubbed perfect circles on your swollen clit. He was so hot when he was mean.

"Thank you... thank you so much..." You were a stupid mess, wanting to bounce on his cock so bad. He was touching you so perfectly and you hated how it turned you on even further how he continued to do his work even with you sitting on him, his cock fully sheathed inside you and his fingers working your clit, working you closer to your oncoming orgasm. You were thankful for whatever he gave you. Shifting your hips, trying to readjust, to get more friction of some kind, as you felt yourself on the brink of cumming, you got another hard slap on your clit before he continued touching you. "Ow!"

"Remember what I fucking said about no moving." Jonathan grumbled, you felt his dick twitch inside you, you knew he was close too, getting off in the way your pussy perfectly squeezed him.

You were dripping all over him, so wet for him. He twitched inside of you again and suddenly before you could really process what was going on he slammed his pen down and pushed you down over the desk, pushing your face down into the expensive mahogany as he pulled his hips out before slamming right back in. Jonathan couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take the way your pussy squeezed him, he was holding back bucking into you that entire time, so he finally gave in and started fucking you.

"Oh!" You felt yourself unraveling, creaming around him. "Yes!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he fucked into you roughly.

"Fuckin' take it, that's it, little girl, take my big cock," Jonathan groaned, slamming in and out of you, his cock hitting your cervix perfectly and heavy balls hitting your clit with a perfect rhythm. "That's a good girl, so fucking good for me, gonna fill you with my cum." You were writhing on the desk, your pussy gushing for him. "So wet, so wet for me, gonna cum... fuck... gonna cum...!" He groaned, spilling his seed into you, filling you with his sweet cum. Stilling his hips completely as he let out his own whiny sounds of pleasure, despite his rough treatment of you, his whines were high pitched and a bit pathetic, it only turned you on further the way his rough exterior melted as he came. You squeezed him further, your own orgasm still going on, milking him of all he's got and smiling to yourself, knowing you got what you want. "Fucking hell." He whispered.

"Thank you... thank you!" You moaned and you could feel his nails digging into your hips as he breathed deeply, coming down from his high. Your clit throbbing and your head spinning, you gasped for air. "Thank you so much... Jonny... love you..."

"So grateful for my cum aren't you?" He hummed, pulling you down with him, down onto his office chair again, softening cock still inside you. Cum dripping out of you slowly. "What a sweet thing you are..." He sniffed your hair, burying his nose in your neck. You just leaned back on him, fucked out and all dumb. Your mind was blank with pure contentment. "Such a dumb pretty little girl... gonna make you my wife." He praised, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before he slid the chair over to his desk and continued his work.

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[sturniololoves]

‘AGORA HILLS’ — MATTHEW STURNIOLO

౨ৎ pairing. fwb! Matthew Sturniolo x influencer! Reader

౨ৎ summary. in which they’re with friends hanging at the triplets place, and reader can’t keep her hands off of Matt.

౨ৎ requested. no

౨ৎ warnings. DOM! MATT, bathroom sex, semi- rough sex, male!receiving oral, P in V, degrading, praising, choking, fingering, spit???, PURE FILTH, etc

౨ৎ word count. 2.2k

So, 9:30? I’ll see you there

"So, 9:30 tonight, meet up at your place?" you ask, sitting in front of your mirror, FaceTiming Matt. You and Matt have had something going on since you met a couple of months ago. You're both influencers and are both pretty popular at the moment.

“Mhm, I think we're just going to eat and watch movies,” he replies to your question, him just laying in bed.

You start to put on your eyeliner, getting ready to film a video before tonight so it'll be ready to post for tomorrow since you have plans tonight. “Whose all going to be there?” you question focusing on the mirror and liquid eyeliner in your hand.

“Just my brothers, I believe Jake, Johnnie, and Tara are going to pull up, Sam and Colby, and Larray is already here hanging out with Nick” he answers.

“Mmm okay alright see you there,” you say. You're all familiar with the group that's going to be there. You met them at the same time you met Matt.

People on the internet like to say that y'all are the carrier of YouTube right now.

No, you hang up, you hang up

“Can you hang up for me? I can't use my hands right now,” you ask still busy doing makeup.

“No, you hang up.” he laughs.

“Matt-” you say in a serious tone.

“Okay, okay I'll hang up.” he laughs before you hear the sound of the call ending.

Currently, you're lying on the couch right beside Matt, watching a movie at his house with your group of friends.

You got everything that you needed done earlier including: filming a video for your channel, editing the video, and cleaning up the house before you came to have fun (and hopefully get dick)

In reality, you aren't even paying attention to the movie. You're just watching the way Matt's facial features and actions change as the movie goes on.

His jaw clenched, rolling his neck around when it started to get stiff, tongue running across his teeth; all this making you want to pounce on him at that very moment.

You decide to take a risk and put your hand on his upper thigh close to his dick under the blanket. This made him look at you and widen his eyes to give you a warning look

You smirk at that, looking around you to make sure you won't be seen for what you're about to do.

Jake and Johnnie are stuffing their faces with the food on the table.

Nick and Larray whispering to each other, probably gossiping about something.

Sam and Colby watching the movie.

Tara is for once actually paying attention to the movie also.

And Chris is on his phone.

All distracted enough for you to make a more obscure move on Matt in hopes of getting what you want. Him.

Kissin’ and hope they caught us (ah)

You lean your head on him, your hand still close to his dick. You start to flutter light pecks onto his neck and behind his ear, nibbling on it as you do so.

He's confused but at the same time, he's turning his neck to give you more access.

“What are you doing?” he grumbles out in a whisper, a shake to his voice from the rush of pleasure.

“I want you,” you say, his neck against your lips muffling the sound of your voice.

That makes him turn his head towards you giving you a questioning look, “what do you mean??” he asks, he knows he just wants to hear you say it.

“I want you Matt, I need you to fuck me.” your lips are now off of his neck, but instead you're giving him a “fuck me” look; your hand is still close to his crotch which you can feel growing underneath your touch.

“Baby, we're in front of people,” he says looking you in your eyes.

“I don't care, Matt,” you pout feeling his dick now fully hard just from the filthy and desperate words leaving your mouth.

He thinks for a minute also just as desperate as you are. Leaning closer where his lips are brushing against your ear, “Meet me in the bathroom in 10?”

“Mhm,” you whine out from the success.

He starts to get up, “I'm going to the bathroom.” he says getting off the couch. Series of “okay” flooding the room.

About 10 minutes later you also get up, not saying anything to coarse suspicion.

You walk down the hallway heat coursing your body with just the want and thought of Matt fucking you in his bathroom with his brothers and friends in the next room.

You reach the bathroom, knocking on the door. Immediately in a flash, the door is opened and you're pulled in and pushed up against the door.

Matt standing over you, his hands beside your head. You can feel his breath on your neck making you whine with anticipation.

Making eye contact, “fuck me.”

He instantly attacks your lips with kisses, your lips making smacking sounds, tongues colliding making sounds you only thought could be found in porn. spit coating your faces.

your lips are beginning to swell and turn red and you both can feel that from the toughness of the kiss.

you run your hands through his hair trying to push his lips farther into yours. his hands and situated on your hips starting to grind you against the already painfully hard bulge. The bulge causes the fabric of your shorts to rub against your clit making you whine and moan into his mouth.

That's true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place suck a little dick in the bathroom

Your hands make their way to his chest pushing it back, “I need you”.

He smirks, “get on your knees,” he demands with a motion of his finger to the floor.

You oblige, slowly making your way to the tile floor of the bathroom.

Once you're at eye level with his dick, you start to unbuckle his belt and swiftly remove his jeans and underwear.

your mouth starts to water at the sight of it wanting it in your mouth and immediately starts to stroke from the base to the tip up and down

hooded eyes staring into yours as you do so, his mouth agape at the feeling of you jerking him off.

“Can I please suck your dick? I need it in my mouth,” you ask looking up at him.

“Suck it good for me baby,” he says grabbing the back of your head and pushing it forward until your closed lips are touching the tip, giving a peck on it.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

You do so, Matt immediately pushing your head down. You gag as your nose touches the base of his dick. Allowing him to fuck your mouth, head bobbing up and down moaning and gagging around his dick.

Your gagging causes vibrations to send down his dick making him throw his head back and whine out, “Take my dick like the dirty slut you are”.

Your eyes rolled back from the name, “mmm yeah you like that don’t you, you like being my dirty little slut.”

“Mhm,” you moan out around his dick saliva and precum coating your chin.

This causes him to tighten his grip on your head, bobbing your head up and down faster, you hollow your cheeks to keep it in

He tenses up and immediately shoots his load down your throat with a loud whine of your name, The others can probably hear you but at this point, you don't care. you try to keep as much in your mouth, but you aren't as successful as some roll down your chin and coat your still-covered breasts.

Matt pulls you off his dick, heavy pants throughout the bathroom, humidity coating the air.

“Swallow Baby, swallow like the slut you are.” You do so by showing him by sticking your tongue out, swiping up the fallen amount on your finger, and sucking on it still maintaining eye contact.

He pulls you up by your shoulders, kissing you and tasting the saltiness of his cum on your lips, moaning at the taste.

His upper half is still covered, and you start to tug at it, “Take it off,” he says.

You do so and he also starts to tug at yours giving him the demand to rip it off, only leaving you in your panties and bra.

He grabs your ass picking you up so you’re legs are wrapped around his waist, he turns you around towards the counter setting you on it.

Your back arches towards Matt from the feeling of the coldness of the counter against your barely covered ass and thighs.

Matt spreads your legs, revealing a portion of your panties.

“So fucking soaked.” Matt scoffs, you whining at the dirty talk. He tugs down your panties to your ankles causing you to wince at the rush of cool air in your clit.

“Don’t make a sound. Don't want the other to hear, do you?” gotta stretch you out first before you can take my dick like a good girl. He says sternly, you nodding your head and biting your lip.

he pushes in two fingers slowly, watching my face for any signs of discomfort, but all he sees is my mouth gape open in pleasure.

Gushy wet sounds are heard throughout the bathroom, “so fucking soaked, baby.”

He moves his fingers in your pussy quickly starting to make a heat build-up in your stomach.

“Matt, I'm gonna cum!” you cry out before releasing juices all over his fingers and your thighs with the fry or his name following.

“Ugh f-fuck” you moan out still shaking from your intense orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out bringing them up to his mouth moaning at the taste of you, “Taste so fucking good.”

When you finally come down from your orgasm you stand up on your feet hopping off the counter, your legs slightly feeling jelly from your previous orgasm.

“Need you inside me, Matt” you speak your hand caressing his abdomen.

He turns you around your back to his front, you facing the mirror while he's holding your hips, “you ready baby,” he asks his tip running through your juice-covered folds and teasing you by brushing up against your clit.

You nodded your head at him keeping eye contact through the mirror.

“Words, I need words” he speaks.

“Mhm, yes Matt, need you in me right fucking now!” you whisper out

With that, he thrust into you with no warning causing you to bend over the counter with the force.

You can feel him stretching out your walls, your pussy hugging his dick just right causing him to groan at the feeling.

He starts thrusting in slowly, but still having enough force to hear a clap throughout the bathroom at each slap of your hips.

He pulls you up again back to his front his arm making its way around your neck sorta in a headlock position.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

Your arms reach up to Matts pulling it off to where it is in front of your face.

You start to run your tongue and bite on his tattoos to keep from being loud.

“Mm yeah baby this is just what you wanted huh, teasing me like the fucking white you are in front of your friends,” he says his pace starting to speed up, causing your eyes to roll back and to answer him by moaning out against his tatted arm.

You look so fucked out, eyes hooded mouth salivating on his arm, head starting to ring from the immense pleasure he's giving her

You can hit it while they watch, boy

“Or maybe since you want to tease me you wouldn't mind me fucking you dumb in front of them!” this causing you to moan louder at the dirty talk.

Your pussy starting to tighten up, him feeling your orgasm start to inch closer, “Yes, Yes, holy fuck Matt you're gonna make me cum!” you heaved out.

“Be a good girl for me and hold it,” he says reaching down with his free hand and starting to rub your clit.

“Matt I can't, I'm so close, so so close Matt” you whines your body starting to shake.

“Let it go, i’m almost there, come with me baby,”

your eyes screw close, letting out a loud whine as you squeeze against Matt trigging his orgasm.

Your stomach tightens as you release all over his dick. Your pleasure coats his dick as he lets out a series of whines and curses as he fills you up.

It be ten-toes down on the dash, gettin’ fast food

Still inside of you trying to both catch your breath, he leans up making eye contact with you, “Soooo, you wanna go get food?”

You giggle, “you’re still inside of me dickhead.”

But best believe you still got your food.

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A/n: guys cut me some slack this is my first time writing smut i’m way better at making ideas

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[11cupid-tarot11]

Habits of your future spouse that might annoy you 😅

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Pile 1- Four of swords, Seven of wands, two of cups and Queen of coins.

So I'm seeing this person will annoy you with how closed off they are. They don't let their emotions show easily, it's hard getting this person to really settle down and be grounded. I don't think this person doesn't ever want to settle down, I think they're just scared of commitment but more specifically love, getting close to someone. Maybe they've been hurt by people before, rather it be an ex who left them feeling guarded or just walls being up because they think how cuel the world is, whatever it may be they feel they have to protect these feelings from everyone, and that will annoy you I'm assuming lol. You might not really understand this person's intentions at first, you might think they're disinterested or you wanting to move the relationship to a more serious level and they could be resistant, really confusing, like you just don't know what this person's next move is. But this energy is really frustrating! Like, either you love me or don't srsly man 😭 I see this person really does want you, they are serious about you and I think that scares them because again they're so closed off and guarded, but they really do worship you. They might think you're also out of their "league" I'm hearing, there could be some insecurities around their ego as well.

I'm mostly picking up on that and not much of anything else? I wanted this pick a pile to be a little longer but it seems this is all spirit wants to flow through for now lol.

I hope you enjoyed! See you next time, don't forget to do the pole at the bottom!

Other messages- Cancer, Pisces, 14, I'm sorry. (Seems like someone wants to apologize for something? I heard "I'm sorry" multiple times during this.)

Pile 2- Ace of coins, Five of wands, The magician, Eight of cups in reverse.

This person tends to be fixed on money at times, it might annoy you how materialistically this person might be. I'm also seeing this person likes to take on battles on their own, will fight anyone on earth for you and you don't have to move fingernail, they like to try and be the solution to all of your problems and this will annoy, it could be you just hate how this person makes all of your problems their own to the fullest which is a nice trait to have but it's also not healthy. This person could have a hard time letting toxic people go, they have a bit of a people pleasing energy. With the Magician card I'm getting this person really likes fixing everyone's problems, having their "Aha!" Moments and that might really irritate you, you could help this person coming out of that energy and teach them it's okay to not be everyone's hero, that it's not their job all the time to give themselves away so much.

I hope you enjoyed this reading! Don't forget to do the poll below! See you soon 🩷

Other messages- Aries, Leo, Sagittarius.

Pile 3- Three of coins, Knight of Swords, Three of cups and Five of swords

This person would rather sit in silence and struggle rather than ask for help. This person could like going out and partying a lot or maybe likes taking you on dates out doors a lot in crowded places, you could be more introverted than them so this annoys you a bit lol.

I think this person might have a temper they're still learning to control? Like I think they're a calm person but as soon as they get ticked off their words cut deep, and they know that actually.

Maybe this person has a lot of talent, you see a lot of potential in this person or they share lots of good ideas with you and it might annoy you that this person doesn't believe in themselves to finally turn their dreams into reality? I see you really want the best for this person so it might really annoy you that you know they're not giving it all they've got, you see how far they can go, they just need that extra bit of encouragement from you!

Hi! Hope you liked this reading! Don't forget to do the poll at the bottom please! See you soon! 🩷

Other messages- Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, blue, water, wings and 14.

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[writing-funsies]

OP characters as besties p.5

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5

characters: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk

warnings: mentions of alcohol, light cussing

notes: all platonic hc's

Ace

will share his food with you

but won't let you take any off his plate

falls asleep on you all the time

uses you as his personal pillow

and will make fun of you if you freak out when riding with him on Striker

despite the fact that it's designed for only one person

but I digress

also uses you as a napkin if needed

sometimes shoots little flames at you to see your reaction

talks about Luffy nonstop

like that's the only thing he ever talks about

by the time you actually meet his little brother

you're ready to strangle both of them

not really

but you could spot the kid a mile away

before you ever actually got to know him

Ace and you working together to become more confident

always teasing each other

you having to fish him out of the ocean when he falls in

drinking contests

staring contests

fighting contests

eating contests

just competing over everything and anything possible

training together

he may be really strong and have a devil fruit power

but he won't hesitate to practice his hand-to-hand combat with you

especially if you need it

will tease you about it though

so you just push him overboard again

long talks about your lives

your pasts

your families

where you see yourselves in a year

five years

maybe even ten years

your goals

and aspirations

just talks about life

he tells you about his dad

and is relieved when you tell him that just because he was his father's son doesn't mean that'll be his legacy 

you two would die for each other

nothing will ever tear you apart

besties for the resties

9/10

super sweet and funny

but won't bathe no matter how much you beg

Shanks

party boy™

genuinely doesn't give a fuck

he's here to have fun

and protect his family

that's it

tells you the corniest jokes you've ever heard

also laughs at everything you say

like Luffy, laughs even when you're being serious

uses his missing arm as an excuse if you ever try to get him to do his duties as captain

sometimes struggles with phantom pains

but assures you they'll go away on their own

drinking contests

if he's got a drink in hand

then everyone's gonna have a good time

100% threw up on your shoes once before passing out

laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard when you told him

quickly stifles his laughter when he sees how mad you are

offers to let you throw up on his shoes to make it even

you just stare at his sandals for a moment before walking away

watching Luffy's progress through the news together

bragging about the kid as if he were your own

the antics you two get up to guarantee that Ben will have a constant headache

the rest of the crew finds your dynamic duo to be hilarious

the sheer power of this crew is near unimaginable

so if the two of you ever actually fight enemies

they don't stand a chance

if anyone ever targeted you

and hurt you

Shanks would have his crew capture your attacker

and then show them exactly why no one messes with the Red Hair Pirates

8/10

always provides a good time

but will laugh at you if you fall 

Mihawk

I ain't ever seen two pretty best friends

until now

you are probably a little more lively than this warlord

he just doesn't care for drama

which means it's up to you to keep him in the loop

yet somehow he has the truly juicy details you could only wish to find on your own

y'all have a small book club

it's just the two of you

you tried to invite Perona to join

but she thought that your reading selection was so not cute

you even tried to invite Shanks once

all that accomplished was you gaining a new drinking buddy

which Mihawk begrudgingly allowed to happen

basically, the book club is just you two sipping on wine while discussing every mistake that the author made while writing your current read

salty bitches™

you're one of the only people alive who can get Mihawk to laugh

which is your favorite party trick

except that he's never laughed at the parties you both went to

(ie visiting Shanks and getting roped into a night of drinking)

he airs out all of the other warlords' dirty laundry to you

will talk mad shit about them

well at least most of them

he finds that no matter how powerful they may be

they're all idiots in his eyes

they can't see the big picture

he trusts that you have enough common sense to use the information sparingly

and you do

for the most part

it's giving rich single wine aunt meets vodka mom (but without the kids)

9/10

knows how to relax in style

but will not let you play with his sword no matter how many times you ask

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[linos-luna]

Can you make a yandere lee know sadist story?

Pretty please............

Bruh there's another request in my inbox asking for a masochist Lino... y'all crazy lol. but who am I to judge? 😭

Ask and you shall receive...

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His Urges ❣️🔪

Yandere!Sadist!Minho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, Smut, MDNI, biting, sadism, dub con, crying, fear kink, spanking, toxic relationship,

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It was an incredibly strong urge and for a while he did his best to suppress it but lately it's been difficult. You were just so cute and innocent!

You already knew your boyfriend to be quite possessive and maybe a tad bit controlling but maybe that was normal right? I mean he says he loves you. He always talks about how you're his soulmate and how he wants to shield you from the cruel world. You don't even have to work as he promised to take care of you. Sure he could be a little e rough at times but... not like this...

It was an innocent little date night. After a homemade dinner, you sat with him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder as Netflix played. Minho wasn't paying too much to the movie and was massaging your hand. He rubbed your fingers, loving how delicate they looked: just so perfect...

Slowly, he started to squeeze your fingers together. It wasn't too hard at first but progressively got harder.

You didn't think much of it at first but it slowly got more and more painful.

"M-Minnie...?" You asked a bit confused while looking at him, trying to pull away.

Minho didn't answer, instead squeezing even harder as he stared at your hand. It was as if he was lost in the moment.

"Minho! You're hurting me!"

Your sudden yell startled him and he immediately let go.

"W-why'd you do that??"

"I-I'm sorry, Kitten..." he said bluntly. "I didn't even realize... what was happening there..." He paused while looking at your eyes that were tearing up. Sure, he felt a little bad for seeing you cry but at the same time... not? In the moment, he felt quite excited actually and his heart was racing.

You only frowned while rubbing your hand and stood up. "I-I think I should go to bed now..."

"No wait!" Minho suddenly grabbed you by the wrist and kept you in place.

"P-Please let go..."

"No!" He yelled suddenly while standing up, scaring you quite a bit. "Hold on, Kitten."

"M-Minnie.... I-I just wanna go to bed is all..." you stuttered as he squeezed your wrist hard.

"Don't leave yet, our date isn't finished!" He said, sounding frustrated. "Please."

You stopped pulling and looked at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He wiped away your tears with his other hand and sighed. "I'm sorry, pretty girl... I couldn't help it..."

"C-Couldn't help what..."

He was quiet, only looking at your wrist that he was still holding.

"Hurting me....?"

He nodded.

"Y-You like... Hurting me...?" you asked, getting concerned.

"... Yes..." he admitted, which had you surprised.

"It's sick... isn't it?" He had an unnerving chuckle that made you want to back away. "Sit down, Kitty."

"M-Minnie..."

"Don't be like this." He shook his head and sat down, pulling you by the wrist to sit next to him. "only 20 more minutes of the movie."

He could care less about the movie at this point. He just wanted you to stay here with him. He just wants to hold you.

After a moment of hesitation, you sat back down. Perhaps he just drank too much wine earlier... no way he was serious... At least that's what you told yourself.

~~~~~~

As the movie continued, Minho rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You were finally able to relax a bit and he would even give you gentle kisses on the cheek, whispering little praises in your ear. By the end of the movie, he was kissing your lips and carried you to the bedroom. Once he sat you on the bed, it got a little more heated as he gave more passionate kisses, using his tongue to dominate. You enjoyed it as he felt around under your shirt and kissed down you neck... that is, until he started squeezing your waist harshly and nipping at your neck. You moaned a bit, not exactly in pleasure, but in pain. He took that as a sign to keep going as he bit harder along your neck, finally making you cry out and try pushing him away.

"Minnie!" you gasped as he pushed you to your back and smirked down at you while pulling your hair.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" he chuckled. "can''t handle a little pain? you're so cute...."

"Stop it!"

"-Or what?!" he replied with a devious smile as he suddenly grabbed your jaw. "What are you gonna do about it, Kitten?"

You only looked at him in fear. He was right, what were you gonna do? you were pinned.

"That's what I thought." He chuckled while kissing down your neck.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as he lifted your shirt and left kisses on your bare breasts. The kisses were quite soft compared to the way his nails were digging into your waist. You tried stopping him by grabbing his hands but Minho seemed to find your struggle funny and keep going while sucking at your breast.

You attempted to grab him by the head before you were suddenly grabbed by both wrists and pinned.

"You like this huh?"

"No I don't!" you yelled back.

"No I think you like playing these little games." He chuckled. It's okay, kitten, I'll Keep playing with you. I'm not done. Behave for me, will you?"

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That was only the beginning. Minho found some sort of sick pleasure from hurting you. And you? Well you just took it. There was no way out. You tried so many times but you were always caught and the punishments only got worse.

You loved him still but not like this. He said he couldn't't control it but you thought that was bullshit. There's no way...

The sex was rough, full of biting and hair pulling. He had no limits, in fact he liked seeing that scared look on your face. It turned him on so much and as time went on, he got more and more... Sadistic.

You were practically screaming as he railed you into the bed. After a long day at work, he had decided to fuck all his frustration into you.

Originally, he promised to not be so rough but that was a lie. Admittedly, it was a little pleasurable at first but then it became too much. Third round and he still had just as much energy from when you first started.

"Min- Min- Min-!" you whimpered as your face was pressed into the sheets. "T-Too Much!" it was obvious that you were very overstimulated.

"C'mon, Kitten..." he panted. One more time." He chuckled before pulling you up by the hair, making you scream. "one more time for me..."

It's not like you had much of a choice so again you came... for the third time.

You were weak and exhausted, nearly limp under him as he held you by the hair. once he was fully satisfied, Minho pulled out and laid you on your back.

"You're such a good kitten..." he said softly while kissing your forehead. "I love you so much..."

~~~~~~

This wasn't getting any better. Nearly everyday he'd be rough with you. It left you with bruised that you often had to cover - if he even let you out. at all. You wanted to leave but he catches you every time and in a way... you feel bad. Minho wasn't a bad person... right? He just had these urges. It's not like he'd kill you or hurt you on purpose right? It was delusional thinking and you knew it. He needed help. This pleasure he got from your pain was just sadistic.

He'd spank you at random or randomly pull your hair. He'd squeeze your hand as a warning or pinch your sensitive thighs. It brought him pleasure. In the moment, it brought him so much pleasure... He knows its wrong... But he can't help it...

So here you were, sprawled across his lap, taking what had to be your 12th spank to your bare ass. It was red snd sore, tears stained your cheeks.

"Is my kitty gonna listen now?" he asked while rubbing the reddened skin.

"Y-Yes!" you whimpered.

"Good girl. Now back on your knees." he said with a smile before pushing you to the floor. "You're going to listen now, right?"

You nodded, only to get slapped.

"What?!"

"Y-yes! I-I'll listen!" you cried out.

"See Kitty, its that simple..." Minho rubbed your cheek.

"I-I'm sorry...."

"You should be." He grunted. "You scared me! I had no idea where you were! I thought we were soulmates, y/n. Why would you leave?"

I'm sorry..." you repeated as tears formed again.

"I know you are, Kitten..." He said while rubbing your cheek. "You still love me?"

" Yes..."

As odd as it was, you still did so it wasn't a lie...

Minho was pretty satisfied with that answer and helped you up so you could lay in bed.

After tucking you in, Minho laid next to you and sighed while gently rubbing your cheek.

"I'm sorry, Kitten...." he whispered while looking at you, seemingly feeling some shame. "I wish... I wish I could control it... I... I really do love you..." he said with a genuine tear of guilt running down his cheek. "I-I hope you can forgive me..."

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You're not supposed to feel bad for him... but he is self aware so...

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[bro-atz]

safe word: evergreen — ivy

in which: seonghwa wants to try something he's never done before, and luckily for you, you're just the person that can help.

pair: sub!seonghwa/dominatrix!afab!reader

word count: 3.8k

content: smut, reader is (much) older, dominatrix, pegging, brief mommy kink, bdsm, sadism, masochism, toys, spanking, handcuffs, milking, completely consensual!

author's note: so several things: thank you @jeolmeunday for requesting age gap!hwa for the 500 event— i might not have done it for the event, but it definitely inspired me greatly so i just had to do it; i have a dominatrix friend who pegged this guy i was seeing once upon a time and just hearing about it from both sides was so yummy to hear i knew i had to write about it at some point, and i've been obsessed w sub!hwa for far too long now so i just wanted to share the love (-: enjoy y'all

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Seonghwa was drunkenly babbling to you. His friend and roommate, Hongjoong, had long abandoned him to try his luck with some of the ladies at another table, leaving the pretty wasted man with you. Normally, you would’ve just told him to fuck off and leave you alone with your tequila pineapple, but you decided not to because he was pretty and he only got prettier the redder his face got. Also, he was talking about your favorite subject: sex.

“I mean,” Seonghwa sighed. “I don’t know… I’ve always wanted to try something new.”

“Like what?”

“Uh, well… So… Uh…”

“Spit it out, pretty boy,” you said with a light chuckle but also slight annoyance.

Seonghwa’s face got the tiniest bit redder— he had a serious case of Asian flush, but your compliment enhanced it all the bit more. That, and he was about to admit something completely embarrassing to him.

“I’m like… Not really able to get it up sometimes… So I wanna try out some stuff…” he mumbled, but you were still able to hear him clearly.

“So what you’re saying is that you want to experiment with what turns you on?”

“Yeah.”

“What’ve you discovered so far?”

“So far? Nothing… I haven’t tried anything yet, but I did read that there’s a place in a guy’s butt that usually… It’s supposed to feel good.”

“You want to try anal?” you asked, excitement starting to prick at your nerves.

“Yeah…”

“Now the question becomes do you want to have sex with a guy?”

“I mean, I’m not opposed… But truthfully, anyone will do… Like… P-p-p…” Seonghwa started struggling to actually spit the words out.

“Pegging?”

“Y-yeah…”

Seonghwa was fully embarrassed by that point— he may have been drunk, but he was still revealing his deepest, darkest desires to a random stranger who was totally judging him. But he did not know that you weren’t judging him at all. No, in fact, you were loving every single second of the interaction.

“Tell you what, pretty boy,” you said, making the man blush all over again. “Here’s my card. Call me, and I’ll let you have your first session for free.”

You slipped him your card, winked, then bid adieu to both him and the bartender. Right before you fully left, though, you ran your fingers through his hair, letting your nails lightly graze his scalp before leaving a fluttering kiss on his exposed temple. Seonghwa fully shivered and got slightly turned on, the blood rushing to his pelvis as you whispered in his ear, “I’ll be waiting for that call, pretty boy.”

Seonghwa was crying, but he was anything but upset. He was being degraded by you, and while he was in pain, he wanted more. He wanted more than he was getting with his face pressed into the plush pillow below him, the blindfold over his eyes keeping him in the dark, the tight clamps pinching his nipples until they turned another color, the uncomfortable rubbing and chafing of the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, and the cock ring squeezing the base of his length with no mercy. He wanted to cry more, feel more violated, feel more degraded.

And you were going to make that happen. You came up from behind him and rubbed your large, thick strap-on along his ass crack while taking his hard on into your hand. You stroked him slowly and hushed him in his ear, the mans cries turning into mere whimpers.

“Pretty boy, what did mommy say?” you whispered into his ear sensually.

“T-to— Hnngh— St-stay quiet…”

“Then why do you keep making noise?”

You slapped his ass with a semi-firm hand, earning a hiccup from him as his body lurched. He quickly clamped his mouth to keep any more incriminating noises from leaving his soul, then choked out quietly, “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“It’s okay, my pretty boy. Just listen to mommy, and she’ll make you feel good.”

Seonghwa managed a weak nod, his lower lip quivering with excitement. His toes curled when your nails grazed the tip of his cock, and his back arched when he felt you squirt cold lube all over his ass, the strap-on now gliding along his asscrack.

With the assistance of the lube, you sank two fingers into Seonghwa’s tight, little hole. You widened his hole, your fingers spreading inside him as you prepared him for the monster cock you were about to sink into him. Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip hard the more you spread his hole. He relaxed slightly when you withdrew your fingers, giving you the perfect opportunity to shove the strap-on into his pretty little asshole. A loud gasp escaped Seonghwa’s mouth when he felt the cock shove all the way in him, the sound of the slap of your waist against his ass overpowering his noises.

Tears streamed down Seonghwa’s face as he choked back the accumulating moans that accompanied your rough thrusts, and he felt his orgasm building the more the cock moved in and out. It was when you rubbed against his prostate did the man…

Wake up.

Seonghwa blinked sleep out of his eyes as the effects of the dream slipped away from him, confusion filling his brain instead of the horny hormones that once rampaged it. Realization hit him a couple of minutes after he woke up and laid in bed, and with great hesitation, Seonghwa lifted his duvet to confirm the worst.

He had a wet dream. At his age, Seonghwa had a wet dream, and he had a wet dream about the stranger, the woman he met at the bar the previous night.

Luckily for Seonghwa, after he fully awoke, he saw Hongjoong in the kitchen nursing his own hangover, and he saw the business card on the kitchen island.

“Hey, uh, Joong?” Seonghwa asked. “Where’d this come from?”

“Fuck if I know, man,”  Hongjoong groaned. “You’re the one that brought it home.”

“I did?” Seonghwa mumbled half to himself.

He picked up the card and saw only two things on the card: your phone number, and a singular word: EVERGREEN.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement. Seonghwa was practically neurotic. He had called your number and asked to meet with you, and you chose the coffee shop he was sitting in. He got there well ahead of time, definitely adding to his anxiety as he patiently waited for you in silent fear.

Then, you arrived. Seonghwa’s drunken memory didn’t do you justice. You were so fucking gorgeous compared to what his blurry eyes showed him the night he met you. He couldn’t remember what you were wearing that night, but that day, in front of him, you were wearing a grey pencil skirt, a black top with a low cut, and black, knee high boots that made Seonghwa nearly drool, accentuating your body with a beautiful flourish. And when you brought that beautiful body closer to the sitting man with a cup of coffee in hand, he nearly lost his sanity.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you greeted— making him blush furiously— and took a seat in front of him. “I was glad to hear from you.”

“Y-yeah?” Seonghwa nearly bit his tongue, and that too for a word with only one syllable and no harsh noises.

“Yeah. You’re super cute, you know that?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but Seonghwa blushed harder. Clearing his throat, he tried to thwart your very well deserved compliments.

“S-so, your business card…” he started.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You’re a… A…”

Seonghwa couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence— he didn’t realize he would have such a hard time saying the word in public.

“A dominatrix? Well, by night, yes. By day, I’m a broker.”

He didn’t think it was possible, but you were impressing him even more with each revealed detail about you.

“Wow…” he breathed out.

“And you’re a singer, right? I think that’s what you told me the other night.”

“Y-yeah, I am.”

“That’s cool,” you nodded and took a sip of your coffee. “Impressive.”

“Th-thank you…”

Not once in his life was he ever this flustered, and it was really getting to him to the point where he could feel himself actually starting to get turned on with just the tiniest amount of praise from someone as beautiful and spectacular as you.

“So, sweetie,” you started explaining. “Here’s the deal. Like I said, your first one is on the house, so you just let me know when—”

“Now,” Seonghwa interrupted, surprising both you and himself.

“Now?!” you choked on your coffee then started laughing. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, pretty boy?”

“I— I mean— I just—”

“You’re so cute, oh God, I just wanna stick you in my pocket,” you continued to giggle. “But, right now, I’m actually on my lunch break. I’ll just text you the address and time. Tonight okay?”

“Yes, please,” Seonghwa replied quickly— the bulge in his pants was only getting tighter.

“Alright, pretty boy. I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, you got up and waved at him slightly before sashaying out of the cafe, making Seonghwa fall in love with even the way you leave. He was smitten, honestly.

Seonghwa didn’t mean to be early, so he waited in his car until it was about two minutes before your agreed upon time. He was nervous, but excited, and all of the emotions swirling in his brain and body was making him either want to fall over or… Fall over. He was seriously losing it.

He waited for almost thirty seconds after ringing the doorbell for you to answer the door— not that he was counting. And the second the door opened, Seonghwa’s jaw dropped to the fucking floor.

Standing before him was you wearing platform heel boots that were even sexier than the ones you had on earlier that day, fishnet stockings, a leather corset that made your bosom pop and shine, and your hair up in a slick, tight ponytail while wielding a riding crop.

“You’re starting to catch flies, pretty boy,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “Come in.”

Seonghwa, doing his very best, snapped out of it and walked into the apartment. You led him to the bedroom— not to be mistaken with your bedroom— with your entire set up. The room was filled with red and purple lights, a black steel frame bed with a canopy and handcuffs all over the frame. Also attached to the frame was a swing, and any flat ledge was decorated with candles. Various toys of various sizes for all genders were lined up on the wall, and Seonghwa couldn’t help but stare at all of them because, dear God, you had so many. And in the corner of the room was another door to the bathroom.

 “Alright, pretty boy,” you walked up right behind Seonghwa and whispered, your lips near his ear, your voice sensual as fuck. “So what I want you to do is go to the bathroom right over there, wash up completely, dry up, and come back here completely naked. Sound good?”

“Y-yes… Um…” Seonghwa audibly struggled— he didn’t know how to refer to you.

“You can call me whatever you’d like, sweetie, since it’s your first time and all.”

“…Ma’am?”

“Whatever tickles your fancy, love.”

With a beet red face, Seonghwa nodded and made his way to the bathroom. He did exactly as you asked, and maybe a little more, before returning to the room to see you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed and your riding crop in hand looking ready to punish. Seonghwa’s dick twitched upon the sight, his body flushing with warmth as he started to get turned on.

“Perfect,” you said as you laid eyes on the beautiful, naked man. “Sit.”

Seonghwa was about to sit on the bed next to you, but immediately stopped when you slapped his thigh with the riding crop.

“On the ground,” you said with the slightest bit of annoyance.

Quickly obeying, Seonghwa knelt before you, his hands on his knees. You took the riding crop and placed it right under his chin, bringing his head up so he would look right at you. You ran it along his jaw and gave him a small smile, a red blush covering his cheeks and nose as you stared him down.

“Let me go over some ground rules for today’s session,” you started. “I’m going to be very tame with you, meaning I won’t call you names, I won’t actually inflict pain— I just want you to get a feel for this because if this isn’t your thing, I don’t want to push you too far. With me so far?”

The man responded with a singular nod.

“The safe word is evergreen. It will always and forever be evergreen, okay?”

Another nod.

“We’ll start simple today. You wanted someone to peg you, right? We’ll do that.”

“U-um, ma’am?

“Yes, Seonghwa?”

That was the first time you uttered his name and didn’t call him a nickname— Seonghwa was smitten all over again, and he began blushing like crazy.

“C-could you also, um…” he mumbled.

“Speak louder, sweetie. What do you want?”

“Could you also spank me?” he asked with a little more confidence.

“Of course, pretty boy,” you couldn’t help but giggle. “Anything you want.”

“A-and! And could you maybe… Handcuff me?”

“Okay, how about you tell me what you don’t want to do.”

“I want to do it all.”

You laughed loudly— Seonghwa’s enthusiasm was refreshing and honestly super cute. He was staring up at you with the biggest, most sparkly eyes, and it took everything in you to keep yourself from grabbing his beautiful face and leaving kisses all over it.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, was even more infatuated with you and your style and your laugh— the more he got to know you, the more in love he fell.

“I’ll only do so much today, okay? Alright, pretty boy. Get up, stand right here, and bend over.”

You got off the bed and gestured for him to replace your spot. Doing exactly as you asked, Seonghwa felt the excitement rise within him as his arms pressed down on the bench that was part of what he could only describe as a playset.

After Seonghwa got fully situated, you stood behind him and hooked your ankle with his before spreading his legs. You cuffed his ankles to the legs of the bench then took another pair of cuffs and handcuffed him behind his back. Once everything was secure in place, you pulled his head back and brushed your lips against his ear.

“Remember, the safe word is evergreen.”

Without waiting for a response, you grabbed lube from one of the shelves on the wall and squirted a good amount onto his ass— just like you did in his wet dream about you. And you fingered him, just like you did in his wet dream. The feeling, though, was definitely not like what he was expecting in his dream. In fact, it felt was more amazing to the pointed that he moaned loudly.

Meanwhile, you were surprised because your finger slipped in way easier than it should’ve.

“Did you loosen yourself up for me already, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” he admitted— not going to lie, he was kind of scared that it was going to hurt if he didn’t try it himself first.

“What a good boy.”

Fuck. Seonghwa loved hearing that from your pretty lips.

“You’re so nice and loose for me. I love it,” you continued.

You grabbed his ass and squeezed tightly, Seonghwa’s body flinching upon the feeling, his ears immediately turning bright red. You leaned over his body and whispered in his ear, You’ve got such a nice body, Seonghwa. I want to absolutely wreck it.”

“Please do, ma’am.”

Immediately, you spanked his ass, the sound resonating in the room along with a sonorous moan from the naked man bending and spreading before you.

“You want more of that?” you asked, not that you had to based off his reaction.

“Y-yes, please!”

And so, you spanked him again, but this time with the riding crop. Seonghwa’s ass stung, but he was loving it, which you could definitely tell thanks the moans that left his lungs with every slap. You spanked him over and over again, each impact stronger than the last. Seonghwa’s tongue hung out of his mouth, and he was beginning to drool on the table, his lips curling into a half-smile. He was absolutely loving this, and you had yet to do anything but spank him.

“You’re a complete masochist, pretty boy. Did you know that?”

“Now I know,” Seonghwa breathed out blissfully.

“Mmm, yes. God, I just want to eat you up. You’re such a fucking cutie.”

You stopped spanking him and disappeared for half a second to grab the strap-on before returning to the man. You ran your hands from his shoulders down to his waist, causing him to twitch as your every touch. He was so unbelievably turned on, and he only got more turned on when you spread his ass cheeks wide.

“You remember the safe word, right?” you asked him, your voice nearly purring.

“Evergreen.”

“Good boy.”

Rubbing the strap-on along his ass crack, you stuck your two pointer fingers into his hole and stretched him open. Once you got him as relaxed and open as you needed him to be, you shoved the cock into his asshole.

Seonghwa flung his head back and let out a choking moan, his whole body reacting to being filled up by you. You watched him breathe heavily, spit trickling down the corners of his mouth, and you observed his red, hard, angry cock trickle out pre-cum rapidly. You pulled out slightly then thrust suddenly into him once more, cum immediately spurting out and covering the hardwood floor below the bench, and he only came more with one more thrust, then another.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seonghwa cried and whimpered, his entire body shaking as cum leaked from him uncontrollably.

You wanted to tease him, but in the same breath, you also wanted to see how much more you could milk out of him just by fucking him roughly from behind. So, holding onto his waist, your fingers digging into his soft skin, you fucked him hard. Your hips rammed into his and made the whole bench move as you fucked him relentlessly, his groans and cries filling up the room.

“M-Ma’am,” Seonghwa whined in between his loud moans and whimpers. “T-too good!”

“You like that, pretty boy?” you asked. “You want more?”

Seonghwa could barely respond. He could only nod. He whimpered loudly when you pulled out, his legs trembling when your strap-on rubbed against his prostate so perfectly to the point where he came again. Crying and panting, he completely collapsed on the bench. As he laid there and tried to catch his breath, you worked on freeing him from the cuffs. The cuffs fell to the ground as you tossed them aside before patting his ass lightly.

“Seonghwa, turn around for me,” you whispered sultrily.

“Ye— Hic!— Yes ma’am,” Seonghwa hiccuped.

Doing as you asked, the man stood up on his wobbly legs and turned for you, his back pressing against bench. You ran your hands up his thighs and rested them on his waist while bringing your lips to his but not kissing him— not quite yet. You brushed your lips against his pout and teased him lightly, your strap-on rubbing along his hard-on in the process.

“Would you like me to kiss you, pretty boy?” you breathed out.

“Yes…” Seonghwa responded breathily. “Yes, please.”

Seonghwa tasted exactly how you expected him to: sweet and desperate. His shaking hand found its way to your hair and held the back of your head as if he was clinging to the remaining shreds of his sanity as you locked lips passionately. He let quiet moans of desire slip from his lips the more you kissed him, willing you to cup the underside of this thigh and bring his leg up so that it wrapped around your waist.

Positioning the strap-on, you teased his hole before suddenly thrusting up harshly, Seonghwa choking out a moan of sweet bliss as you did so. His grasp on your hair got tighter, and his knuckles nearly turned white as he gripped the bench.

With one hand planted firmly on his on his waist, your other hand started stroking his cock, the quivering tip leaking out more white. In between kisses, Seonghwa let out little grunts and moans as he tried desperately to keep himself from cumming again, but when your hand went a little further and massaged his balls, his cum spurt upwards, decorating his bare chest and your slutty lingerie.

Next thing he knew, Seonghwa’s back was pressed into the soft mattress of the bed in the room, your silicone cock deep inside him. You squeezed and pinched various parts of his body as you thrust slowly but deeply, the man’s body shivering with excitement at your every move. He had cum so many times by that point that his cum was near clear, but he was still horny and lusting for you. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he shuddered and came once more, his hands reaching backwards for the pillows so he could dig his nails into the sheets.

Honestly, you’d never been exhausted like this before. You’d had plenty of clients who had tapped out after cumming three measly times, but Seonghwa seemed to keep wanting to go even though he was cumming to the point where nothing seemed to come out anymore, yet he came yet again when you completely pulled out of him and sat above him, your knees straddling him.

“Look at you all fucked out under me, pretty boy,” you cooed as you tucked his sweaty locks behind his ear. “You don’t have anything left in the bank, but you still want me to rail you?”

“P-Please,” Seonghwa murmured. “F-Feels so… So good…”

“Seonghwa, darling, if I fuck you any more, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

“Then… Fuck me again…”

“Again?”

You chuckled and laid alongside him, your arms wrapping around him as you brought him into your chest. He buried his nose in your cleavage and took a deep, satisfying breath of your bosom.

“Not today… But another day,” he mumbled shyly, his face still hidden from your view.

Cupping his cheek, you brought his head up so you could look into his bleak yet blissful half-lidded eyes, a cute little smile resting on his lips. You kissed his forehead and smoothed out his hair, the man hugging you closer in response.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Seonghwa continued softly. “What’re your rates?”

“For you, pretty boy? Free,” you answered definitively. “Just don’t find another bitch who’ll fuck you, and I’ll always be yours.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’re the only one I need.”

#broatz request #park seonghwa #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa ateez #seonghwa ateez #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa ateez smut #broatz #cromernet

[b0w-ties-are-cool]

11th Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Warning(s): NSFW headcanons, smut obvi

Eleventh Doctor x AFAB!reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He will clean you up, get you a glass of water and ask if you want anything to eat. Most of the time he requires at least 15 minutes of cuddles after

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hair especially when you pull it. He loves your thighs, he's borderline obsessed with them. He doesn't care whether they are thick or small or somewhere in between, he just loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Originally Time Lords only had sex to procreate so when the Doctor cums, it is A LOT. If he were to pick a place it would be to cum inside of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would not be opposed to being tied down with his bowtie but he's too chicken to tell you that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's over 900 years old, he knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to see your face, so he would go with missionary or cowgirl. If he had to choose between the two, it would be cowgirl. He claims that it gives better access to your thighs but really he likes it when you ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's more serious in bed but still is a little goofy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't like to have a lot of hair down there, so it's pretty clean shaven for the most part. He keeps his treasure trail though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is very loving, he will whisper "I love you"s in between whimpers and moans.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely ever masturbates. If he does it's because he needed to get off but you weren't in the mood and he will ALWAYS respect that. CONSENT IS HOT, Y'ALL!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He loves to get praised and he loves to praise you. Breeding kink. Time Lords would usually stray away from sex except for procreation but the Doctor has strayed away from those beliefs for the most part, which came with a breeding kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the couch, against the console, or in bed. As much as he would like to do it in the shower you are both too clumsy for that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves it when you "boss him around". The minute that you take control he wants you so bad. You telling him what to do turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation. He hates it, he would never ever say anything mean to you, especially when you're being intimate.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he loves to get head he would much rather go down on you. His head between you THIGHS? He will never say no to that! It's like Thanksgiving!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It just depends on the situation and timing, usually he will go for slow because he wants to draw it out as much as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'd rather take his time and really be with you but every once is a while he needs you right before an adventure/mission and you have to make it quick. You've even had a quickie while on a mission but that rarely happens

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's been alive for a long time so he's done a lot of things but he's open to do whatever you want.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a Time Lord, he can last an insanely long time. And could go for 6-8 rounds, 9 if he's REALLY horny.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does the sonic count? He doesn't really use them but he has however thought about using his sonic screwdriver on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll tease you all day long if he wants to, he'll place a hand a little too high up your thigh or whisper something in your ear. He also enjoys being teased himself and will blush and/or smirk if you do it back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He may talk a lot outside of the bedroom but during sex he is relatively quiet in the talking arena. He usually lets out soft moans that will mostly likely get a lot louder as your deeds go on. He also whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

(I know some people will disagree with me) He is a switch that subs most of the time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Imma leave these here ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Being a Time Lord, he doesn't get overly horny. He is pretty moderate and could probably go for once to twice a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep unless he was already tired and went for multiple rounds, but he will cuddle with you if you fall asleep.

#eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor smut #not me writing this at school lol

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 3: Window of Opportunity

Pairing: Gojo x fem! reader

Warnings: language, Gojo being well Gojo, domestic violence, thank y'all for sharing your experience with me, it helped me so much understanding childhood trauma and made me transform it into this fic <3

Synopsis: Being the daughter of the Zenin clan made it your mission to defeat him. Him, Satoru Gojo, the honored one. Him, who makes your life a living hell. Him, who begins to get so much more than your curse...

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Hurt to Comfort

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„Oh, did you say something? I can’t understand you when you’re crying like a baby”, you purr as the eyes of the man who writhes in front of you like a little worm fill with tears of sheer fear.

Your grin grows wider and wider, satisfaction filling you to the brim. Maybe that mission isn’t so bad after all when you’re finally able to use your special abilities again.

While you are a skilled combat fighter, the director strictly forbids you to use Phobia Projection against another member of Jujutsu High since your former classmate almost hung himself because of it. You roll your eyes out of instinct.

As if it was his fault that his mind is so damn weak.

“I know he tried to kill us a few seconds ago. But don’t you think you’re going a little too harsh on him, (y/n)?”, Geto questions while manspreading the whole couch and eying you up and down.

“I’m not harsh on him. He’s seeing his own fears, I have nothing to do with that”, you defend yourself with a casual shoulder shrug.

How is it your fault that this guy acts like a baby? You let yourself sink next to Geto, watch from afar how the little bug continues to cry out in agony.

Unfortunately, your powers don’t allow you an insight into what your opponents go through. Is his worst fear a spider, a monster, or even worse…a human? Too bad there’s no way to find out since they never tell you afterwards. Maybe you’ll be able to torture it out of him. With a little bit of cutting and a whole lot of punching-

“P-please, make it stop!”, he yells out over and over.

The violent ringing of Geto’s phone rips you out of your chuckling and more than entertaining thoughts with an annoyed groan. Urgh, who the hell is interrupting that wonderful moment?

“Did you beat him already? I hope the dirty Zenin brat wasn’t in the way.”

You don’t have to look at the screen to know who’s calling, pulse rising to the rooftop. It’s him, the white-haired douchebag. Much to your liking, Geto decided it would be best if you accompany him instead of Gojo. But even if you’re not forced to be next to him physically right now, you’re still doing this mission together. Which means that he’s always there – like herpes.

“Spare your stinky breath. We were done before you decided to-“

“HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

“Can you shut the fuck up? I’m having a serious call with a douchebag right now”, you bark at the man rolling on the floor.

“You’re an evil witch”, Gojo comments dryly on the other side of the phone.

“Evil, huh? Well, at least I’m not as dumb as-“

“Can you two just stop? We have him here as well as the vessel. I’ll send you the location. Don’t cause trouble.”

“Tell that this little-“

Oh right, the plasma vessel. You eye the girl lying opposite of you up and down, her dark hair falling into her closed eyes like a curtain. Must be rough, knowing your only reason walking on this planet is the stinging fact that a part of you will get killed within the next years.

How is she different from you, though?

You, with your family pressuring you into pouring your heart and soul into training, who never accepted you despite your heart work. You, who lost a part of herself in the process of forcing the best version of (y/n) onto you. You, who slowly but surely turned into a frightening resemblance of her family’s shadow, crossing a path she never imagined she’d land on as a kid. You sacrificed your smile, your dignity, your heart for the mission to become better than Gojo Satoru.

Aren’t you just like her?

“Hey, are you good?”

The sheer feeling of Geto’s warm hand resting against your shoulder rips you out of your daydreaming immediately.

“I’m not that Gojo weakling. You don’t need to watch over me”, you reply dryly, gifting him with the deadliest side-eye you have in store.

Well, maybe not the deadliest. That gaze is reserved for Naoya and Gojo only.

“Is there a reason apart from Satoru being a member of the Gojo clan why you hate him? I never understood what’s the deal between both of you.

You can’t help but tilt your head to the side, mind going blank for a second. Now that you think of it…Is there really a reason apart from the fact that your family taught you to hate him for your huge dislike? When you two first saw each other that one evening, he was nothing but a nice boy your age through your innocent eyes. A boy with a quite charming smile, who always had a cheeky reply in store. A boy with a strict family himself. Yes, you actually had a lot in common. And to some point, you began to like him in the few minutes you talked to each other.

Until you came back home and realized who exactly you were talking to.

“You did what?”, your father hissed through gritted teeth. 

Another ruthless slap. Blood spilled to the ground, discoloured everything around you crimson. Eyes widen and teary, lips trembling when his flat palm crushed into your face again.

Over and over.

Again and again.

Until you weren’t able to feel your face anymore, eyes so swollen that your vision faded.

“Let me remind you of wrong little thing.”

He grabbed you by the hair Gojo complimented just a few minutes ago roughly and yanked you into the air.

“You are nothing, the biggest disappointment in my whole life. If it was for me, you’d be dead already. But because of your other lousy family members, you get the chance to surpass that Gojo brat. And you?”

Another slap, your feet tangled in the air like a wind chime.

“You actually befriend him. You disgust me, (y/n). And you always will. You’ll never bring honor to your family.”

“He’s himself, that’s enough”, you press out.

“What do we have here, dreaming about me, (y/n)?”

Speaking of the devil. Before you’re even able to accept his existence in the same room, he stands in front of you and grins you down.

That fucker, the reason for your suffering, for the fact that your family doesn’t accept you…

Your hand reacts faster than the rest of your body. A ruthless slap sends Satoru Gojo straight back to reality, echoes through the room without mercy. Your palm begins to burn like hell while your uneven breath hangs in the thick air between both of you.

“What was that, huh?”

He roams closer, his redden skin showing your act of violence way too clearly.

“Who the hell do you think you are, little bitch?”

Your throat begins to tighten uncomfortably, the veins in your arms throbbing in an all too familiar way.

Hatred. You feel nothing but hatred.

“You’d deserve even more than that, asshole”, you bite back.

He’s so close that you’re able to sense the heat radiating from his body and how his breath wanders over your face. You feel like burning alive, so unusual aroused that it’s hard to keep a straight face. Did he always look at you with his lips slightly parted, his eyes glowing like they normally do in serious fights? You are trapped between both of his arms, roasted by his heat, defeated by the way he looks down at you without saying another word.

What is that? And most importantly, do you want it to stop?

You can’t decide for yourself. In the split of a second you find yourself surrounded by broken glass, free fall down from the 15th floor.

Fuck, who’s responsible for this? Did Gojo go this far, would he actually throw you out of a skyscraper just to get rid of you? He might be the biggest asshole walking on this planet, but he’d never do something so damn basic. No, it has to be someone who is chasing after the star plasma vessel, someone who kept an eye on you this entire time.

Well, who’s responsible for this mess isn’t your biggest problem. At the moment, you are on your rapid way to crash into the ground, your guts feeling as if they’ll spill out of your mouth any given minute. And even though you’re able to inhibit the impact, this will still hurt like hell.

Do you have another way out of here, though? Getting hurt is better than crying for anyone’s help, after all. You close your eyes, embrace yourself for multiple broken bones and a wave of pain as soon as you hit the ground.

But it never happens.

“Aren’t so brave anymore, huh? If you only had told me that I would have to throw you out of a sky-high window to get you to shut up, brat.”

Just to let y'all know, I'm still over here giggling like an idiot over the title of that chapter hehehehe

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[shhuuga]

Could u do a bfb [best friend with benefits]

With Han and a !black reader? (Your work is so amazing like-? Omfg 😭) - 🐌

(girrlll don't flatter me 😊 ty tho!)

bfb!jisung owes you a favor <33

warnings: cussin, p in v, unprotected $3X (don't do dat <33), car $3X, kinda spoiled reader but we love that, mentions of improper eating, (smut under the cut!)

"shit, shit, shit!" jisung is almost never late to anything. key word, almost. when you ask him to do something, he's there. hand and foot. but, when he passed out after a long day of working out and barely eating, he wakes up to a phone full of angry voice messages from you and knows he's fucked. so he leaps from his bed, basketball shorts and his wife beater (the one that rode up a lil too high on his stomach) on, grabs his keys and phone before dashing out the door.

"listen, listen.. im sorry- ouch, damn!" jisung whines as you enter the car and give him a (well deserved) punch to the shoulder.

"sorry, my ass! it's been half an hour, where have you been? you were supposed to pick me up when the event ended, not when the after party started! jisung? are you even listening to..." he wasn't. he's too busy staring at the way your boobs jiggle every time you move.. damn, when did you get that dress?

"you're right. im sorry, y/n. i owe you, seriously. can i.. make it up to you?" you roll your eyes, is this nigga serious? then again, it's been a little bit since y'all have gotten some alone time with eachother. you two stopped having sex at his place when changbin walked in on you two, completely fucking drunk and tweakin. your place wasn't super convenient, either. since you had neighbors who always seemed to beat you to the bedroom.

but now that you're getting a good look at him, he's dressed like sex on legs. his waist looks incredibly small from the way he's angled on his side now, facing you and giving you his full attention. his vline and abs are almost on full display because of the way his shirt folds up on his stomach, and those stupid flimsy ass basketball shorts that practically put his dick on full display. fuck, you hate him so much right now.

and you make sure to reiterate that while he has you clenching around his dick in the backseat. after every couple thrusts, he hears a broken "i hate you" among your moans in pleasure. he chuckles softly,

"yeah, yeah baby.. i know. you just hate me so much, don't you? you don't hate taking this dick though... no, you love it, don't you?"

fuck yeah you do, but of course you'll never tell him that. not when he's pounding you so hard it's moving the car, not when you can feel yourself climbing that peak, and sure enough not when he pulls out right before you do and tuts his tongue.

"take it back, take it back and i'll make you cum." he starts stroking his cock, squeezing and rolling his wrist just like you do when you jerk him off, which is how you know he's not edging himself.

"i take it- ohh fuck!" jisung doesn't even let you finish his sentence, he's already back inside you, holding your legs up to his shoulders and pumping into you like a goddamn machine.

it takes seconds for that familiar warmth to take over your body, and for you to feel that release you've been so desperate for since you got in the car.

"fuck, i needed that..you still owe me though." you sigh out after a few minutes, letting jisung redress you and attempting to clean up your makeup, to no real avail, but it's the thought that counts.

"round two, then? in my bed?"

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[gren-arlio]

So. Let me tell y'all about a guy named Camus. And a girl named Lala. And other folk. Welcome to Episode 14 of Waku Puyo Extras.

(Ah, back at it again writing these things.)

Hey guys, Gren here, and welcome to Episode 14 of Waku Puyo Extras, a series where I cover basically random stuff about Puyo and Madou as a whole. The Waku part is just because my brand is a single game I translate.

As my free time gets smaller and smaller, the drive to show off cool stuff remains about the same. Thank goodness school is over soon. I'm still alive, don't worry.

Finals and AP Exams are very much happening, so I'm spending that time studying. I'm hoping I pass.

Now, you would expect me to write about PPPP (P⁴ as I call it, Puzzle Pop in other locations) since it released and has a ton of stuff, notably well written characters. But alas:

I'm an Android user. Can't play it.

Frankly, at the moment, I'm not too interested in it right now.

So, the last episode was about Draco, that famous lass. What about this time? Well, since 80% of my work here is Madou related, why not give a showcase of some of the lesser known characters as a whole? Manga and novel stuff included.

With that, hope you enjoy. Also I said a bigger post is coming soon and drop it a literal month later. Damn.

So, Who ARE These Guys?

If you're not familiar with these characters, I honestly don't blame you. These guys are considered kinda niche in the franchise, but are more well known than some guys. I could mention Hanzo and no one besides people who played the game he's from or read the wiki would know him. Oh, or maybe Skeleton-D if we wanted to.

For now, I'll just cover the people have at the very least some stuff about them.

We'll begin with Camus, easily the most recognizable one that we'll be covering today. I swear if he was in Puyo now, he'd be so damn popular.

(From the manual of the Mega Drive release of Madou 1. Notable for being one of the very few times Camus is drawn with the teenage Arle and Lala, both 16, making Camus 18 in this.)

The man, or rather boy, in that photo is the fabled Camus of the Sable Ord- I mean Madou Monogatari 1, both on the SEGA Mega Drive and Game Gear. Since this is a game where Arle is in kindergarten, Camus is her senior. Yeah, senior is the word for this one. He's notable for being the only person to get a perfect score on his exams, that lucky bastard.

Oh yeah he's also like 8 years old for the record in that

In the game, he's both helps you and hinders you for different reasons. Sometimes he's very nice and teaches you things, and other times he's taking stuff from you for playing the game for longer than three hours.

However, at the end of the game (Where he also might help you depending on some stuff), it turns out he was an illusion all along, which is always...fun, you know? That one guy who's been helping you out turns out to not even be real, least in the Game Gear version of things.

Honestly? He's a pretty interesting guy in the game. Arle holds him with some respect, and Lala quite literally has a massive crush on the guy that she's willing to show. Unfortunately.

(Things are really serious in the Kindergarten Exam Fandom...)

He can come off as rude but at the very least he means well. And my goodness, his theme in the game is good.

Underrated gem.

Now, up until a while ago, I kinda thought that'd be the only games he was in, a grand total of 2 whole games. However, by doing this for...a year now, turns out that there IS one more appearance of Camus, presumably to be 18 in the game because...Well, Arle is a teenager there.

Arle Man'Yuki. Or Arle's Travel Log.

Now if I'll be honest, I STILL dunno all too much about the game, despite doing an entire episode on it. The game is super text-heavy, so I don't know EVERYTHING besides some of the Japanese history involved with it. (Crazy how the Heian Era is now some JJK meme. Time is a fun concept.)

Here, Camus has taken the role of the leader of the Shinsengumi, Kondo Isami. It's a long story, so... I'll just link my own work here. (I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO PUT LINKS IN MY TEXT...)

I never covered Camus extensively in that game due to his admittedly small role in that game, but he's a fairly upstanding guy. Schezo works under him as the vice leader. Ain't that cool?

Check it out if you're curious about that, some basic Japanese history that may be a tad inaccurate, or JUMP HERO.

And err...that's every game he's from. Yeah, he's in a grand total of what, three games? It's not much but it's still something. He's a very cool lad.

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Wait, who's Lala?

I'm glad you asked, me. Lalah is a character from Mobile Suit Gundam that works with Char after he...well, this is a Madou blog. If only I could talk to you about Gundam. But alas.

Lala is ACTUALLY a girl who's the same age as Arle, and the girl who's madly in love with Camus...as I've told before. But she does have a little more than just that, don't worry.

In the Game Gear version at least, she sneaks into the tower Arle went into to graduate, upset that she wasn't the one to take the exam, but rather Arle. And yes. She broke a brick wall to get to her.

(A 6 year old is stronger than any of us. LMK if you can run into a brick wall just fine.)

Now if I had to describe her, it'd be "Arrogant but funny as hell". Because she's arrogant but funny as hell. Arle calls Lala her BFF, to which she doesn't take that reply nicely and says they ain't BFF'S, they ain't even friends. Straight hater energy. (She wasn't able to take the exam due to a cold.)

Camus appears to stop her from interfering, and she goes on this tangent about how wonderful he is, and how he always eluded her... and chases him, as shown more above.

Things start to get funky when you get deeper into the tower, as Lala makes a literal trap hole, and Arle falls down. However, Lala is mad that she fell and NOT Camus, leading him to appear in the floor above and basically say "Idiot. I'm not falling for that." and she continues to chase him.

Her reign of terror ends when Camus SEALS HER AWAY for the rest of the game. But she's okay after it all don't worry. Arle summed it up the best way I could. She ends up fine after the end of the game, however.

Lala also appears in Chaotic Final Exam too, now 16, but honestly...it's one of the games where I know next to nothing about it. Apologies. Just know that she's there and not Camus. (Though with the style of how the game looks...probably for the better.)

She's just overall what we call in the industry... a girlfail. She tries her absolute best but fails so, so much that I can't help but laugh at her and pity her at the same time.

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I have no cool segway into this section. Introducing... Rasp.

You might've seen them around if you've checked my blog here or there as a front page image for my works.

And you'd be right. Rasp is from the Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Manga, a brand new character just made for the thing. They're basically a minion who mostly impede the way for Schezo and Rulue. I say "they" because, well, Rasp is genderless.

Fun fact: Their salary is unknown, but they apparently get paid more than a Manga artist, so take that as how you will.

Rasp does appear frequently throughout the volumes, and does indeed fight Schezo. While he does lose, at least looked pretty cool while doing so.

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Lightning Round:

Now these devilish goofballs are folks I want to show...but don't have much info on them just yet. Or there wasn't that much to begin with.

Septem:

(Creatura...La creature 98...)

Septem is another genderless character from the series, coming from Arle no Bouken, a game I know next to nothing about. All I know from it is them and that they cling to Arle like a sister. I love them.

This is absolutely one character I wish I knew more on, since she's much more developed as a character...I just don't know much about Arle no Bouken.

Dark Witch:

(What is this, a doppelganger bargain sale?)

Now she has a little more to her that I DO know but it's nothing spectacular.

Planned to be in Puyo N but was scrapped due to the idea of her being too serious, which is quite the reason for Puyo, but appears in Comet Summoner anyways as a final boss.

You can even play as her, and fight Witch herself and beat her... and possessing her. Kinda, sorta.

Runelord:

(Dweeb appeared in one game and changed a man)

Runelord is an odd case, because some of his lore is stuck onto True Madou Monogatari, which in of itself...is kinda iffy lore wise. And also really long.

In Madou S? Wants Schezo to be the next successor, he says no, fight happens, Schezo wins but is affected anyways. Apparently he was beaten by Lagnus, but that comes from True Madou, so the accuracy of the Canon can be very much debated. It all depends if you think it's Canon or not.

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And honestly, that'll be all for this time around. Apologies this took so long. Life's been quite the journey. Graduation's happening soon, and finals are happening soon. The list goes on. I'm hoping I get by through the school year, but alas, I'm happy you read this.

Adios.

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[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Stu Matcher

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

"Hoo man! Babe that was awesome!" *Fist bump* Stu is in awe of the sex, even if y'all have done it a million times. He either cracks jokes or has silly conversations afterward.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Stu, his penis. He's very proud of what he has and likes to flaunt it. He feels like he won the lottery with what he has.

For you, that ass!!! He will motorboat his face in between those luscious cheeks. It's so fast that it shakes your whole body. He loves painting your cheeks and asshole with his cum.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has an average amount of cum and a horrible diet, so I suggest not swallowing. Which is okay! He likes cumshots the best anyway

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stu and Billy masturbate together while watching porn. It used to be a weekly thing before Stu met you. He wants to keep that to himself, and the fact that they still do so. It went from weekly, to every few months.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Stu has had sex with a few people. He's done too many crazy sex activities to NOT know what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This whole picture

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Mr. Worldwide comedian. One of the only reasons why the sessions are so long is due to the laugh attacks y'all have. He takes nothing seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lucky him, his hair only grows to a certain length and just stays there. So, he doesn't have to groom.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Through his compliments and jokes is where his romance shines. He also asks if you're doing okay and comfortable.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stu has jack off marathons every month or so. He's hunched over his computer watching his favorite pornos he has saved.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

God, your asshole tasted so good. That brown pinched cavern was now fluttering open, spasming in uncomfortable pleasure. Stu takes his wet tongue and slathers it against the sensitive skin. The tongue follows a complicated maze Stu mentally made for maximized pleasure. Saliva slushing violently, it makes you howl.

Rimming, facesitting, watersports, bdsm, drugged (high) sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the living room. So many surfaces to fuck on, and he will have you on every one of them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

"You make me so wet, there's a wet floor sign required in the room."

"Damn, you should bounce that ass on me like I'm a trampoline!"

"Here's Johnny!!!!"

Generally, flirty and goofy banter. Offering yourself to him, especially anal or oral, is an instant yes. If you're excited to see him, it makes him ready to race you to the living room.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No pooping or demeaning him verbally.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to give and receive equally.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how much energy he has. He may be a killer, but he's not the most athletic….

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely yes. Stu likes the thought of possibly being caught as well. He's more open to doing it at school, abandoned buildings, maybe even at the lake. Stu is down to "disappear" while hanging out with friends

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

So down to experiment. He's with whatever.

He's risky himself. He's tried to have sex using different drugs to see how it feels.

Y'all are basically Uncle Elroy and Aunt Sugar from Next Friday

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Not great. He can do 2 in one session on a good day. Anything else needs to be spread out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. You can't do the crazy stuff without the toys! All sorts of objects make their way into scenes. There's been a drill, fantasy door swing, ball and gag, etc.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Verbal teaser. Not good at physical teasing. It just feels so good when he slips inside. When your mouth is on him. When you hit him so goooood. He has to give in.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bro is loud. Jokes flying, moaning 'oh FUCK', he did a wolf howl one time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"Just tap it in so it won't spill."

Stu did his best to hold his ass open, pushing his pelvic muscles to open his moist pink hole. Your shaky hands hovered over, tilting a small, glad vial carefully over it. The cocaine powder you'd bought earlier was so fine, you were afraid it would waste everywhere. Going with his suggestion, you carefully tap the powder in. Thankfully, it snowed perfectly into his opening. Three more taps and that was enough to get the night started. It was the best orgasm Stu ever had that night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

9". Moderately thick. Basically this picture.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High unless he's going through a rough mental spot, then it's extremely low

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will stay up if energized and feeling silly. Otherwise, he conks out- already snoring.

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Hush (2)

PART 1

AN: Y'all, I have a Poe Problem™️ 😭lol @my-secret-shame, inspiration struck! (it actually struck twice tbh, I had two ideas for this and couldn't choose so you all get a part 3 lol).

(Un-beta’d)

PWP in which you try to teach Poe how to be quiet during sex.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,542 (yeah, this is twice as long as the first one. what of it?) Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: oral sex, p in v, kissing, cursing, slight creampie (please let me know if i missed anything) AO3

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Poe Dameron’s never been one to stay quiet, but that’s especially true during sex. You don’t mind, you love it actually, but after the last time, you hadn’t been able to stop teasing him about it.  

“You gonna teach me, sweetheart?”  

Turns out he’d been serious. 

“You sure you still wanna do this, Poe?” 

“Hell yeah. Get up here, baby.” 

You sniff a laugh, hooking your fingers in your underwear. You pull them down and let them fall, stepping out of them and toward the bed. Your bra follows, making a dull thump as you throw it to the floor. Poe’s gaze slides appreciatively down your body once you bare yourself to him, his tongue sweeping across his plush lips. Arousal pools in your belly at the action, chewing your lip as you crawl up the bed. 

He hums when you kiss him, hands skating over your bare skin and coming to rest on your hips. When you slip your tongue in his mouth, he moans, pulling you flush against him. You chuckle, leaning back a little to meet his eyes. 

“If this is an indication of how well you’re going to do once we actually start, maybe you should just give up now.” 

He clicks his tongue and leans in, his mouth hovering. “Don’t you worry about me, sweetheart.” 

You press a quick kiss to his lips and pull back, chuckling when he tries to follow you. “Easy, tiger.” 

“Get on up here then,” he breathes, squeezing your backside. 

He lays down fully on the bed, a small smile on his lips as he pumps his eyebrows at you expectantly. Your skin heats a little as you crawl up his body, moving so your knees are positioned on either side of his head. His hands grasp your thighs as you settle yourself over him, his fingers idly caressing your skin. 

“Still sure you wanna do this?” you ask, looking down to meet his eyes. 

He smiles, eyes already black with arousal. “Very sure.” 

“Okay,” you chuckle breathily, grasping the headboard with both hands. “Remember: you make any noise, we stop.” 

The awkward salute he does from between your legs makes you snort, distracting you from the nerves swirling in your belly. You know there’s no reason to be nervous, he’s had his head between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, but it feels different for some reason this time.  

“Whenever you’re ready, Commander.” 

He breathes in slowly through his nose, wetting his lips as he gazes greedily at your cunt. After a moment, there’s a gentle pressure on your hips as he pulls you down to his mouth. You inhale sharply at the first swipe of his tongue through your folds, your hips jerking a little. 

Almost immediately, he moans, but stops himself about halfway through. Regretfully, you lift yourself off him with a huff, meeting his eyes with a raised brow. 

“Really?” 

He shrugs awkwardly, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Sorry. False start.” 

You snort, shaking your head as you let him lower you back over his mouth. He swipes his tongue through your folds again, this time slower, the warm muscle seeking every spot he knows drives you crazy. He teases you with the tip, softly flicking at your clit, and swirling around the edges of your entrance. You groan, your muscles relaxing a little as you arch your back. The pleasure builds quickly and soon you're grinding yourself against his face, his nose nudging your clit as he laps at your hole with his tongue. You gasp, his fingertips digging into your hips, and you smile a little, knowing just how much he probably wants to moan and groan against your pussy right about now.  

When he covers your clit with his lips and sucks, you gasp, throwing your head back, your fingers clenching on the headboard. You grind harder against his mouth, a shiver racing through your body as you near your peak. 

“Fuck,” you whine, chewing your bottom lip as the pleasure twists in your gut. “Don’t stop, Poe. Please. I’m so close.” 

His fingers clench on your hips at your words, and you know he’s struggling to contain himself. He loves when you’re vocal, loves when you whine for him, when you’re desperate for him. Clit still between his lips, he flicks at it lightly with his tongue. You whimper, the tension coiling in your gut, your thighs trembling on either side of his head. His hands are like a vice on your hips, fingers digging into your skin and another shiver of pleasure runs through you at the thought that he’ll probably leave a few bruises behind.  

One more flick has you coming with a choked moan, your fingernails digging into the headboard, the walls of your cunt clenching and fluttering around nothing. His lips are still wrapped around your clit, his tongue gently prodding it, prolonging your pleasure, making you shake a little at the intensity of it.  

When you become too sensitive, he releases you, sliding down the bed and out from under you. Releasing the headboard, you slump forward against the pillows with a sigh. You feel the heat of him at your back, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips. He presses a kiss against your spine, whispering your name. 

“How’d I do, baby?” he asks softly, pressing another kiss into your shoulder blade. 

You scoff into the pillows and feel his lips curl into a smile as he chuckles against your skin. 

“I always was a fast learner,” he gloats, mouthing at the curve of your shoulder, his hands ghosting up your sides. 

You pull your face from the pillows long enough to grunt and say, “Humble as usual, I see.” 

He chuckles again, and the sound is husky as he nips at your ear. “So, when can I claim my reward, Teach?” 

You snort, pushing your ass back against him and eliciting a groan. His hands palm your hips again, lips dragging along your neck.  

“Go ahead, flyboy,” you breathe, breath catching when he nips at your skin. “You did good for your first lesson.” 

He hums as he sucks a mark into your skin, his hand reaching forward to palm your breast. “Sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” 

You moan softly, nodding as you arch into his touch, one of your hands winding behind you and delving into his thick hair.  

Not one to be told twice, he takes himself in his hand and slowly enters you from behind. His moan is choked as you clench around him, his face buried against the back of your neck. You whine as you adjust to his size, your fingers tightening in his hair. When he starts to move, it’s a little sloppy, and he already sounds completely wrecked as he moans with almost every snap of his hips. He whispers in your ear about how good you feel, how he wishes he could stay inside you forever, groaning every time your tight cunt flutters around his hard length. It doesn’t take him long to come, already worked up from his time between your legs, but when he does, it’s hard and loud, his jaw slack as he spills his warmth into you with a moan.  

Poe leans heavily against you, trying to catch his breath, dragging his nose up your neck. He kisses you behind the ear and you sigh, your fingers still fisted in his hair. His softening cock is still buried inside you, and you clench around him, making him groan.  

“Can you give me another one?” he rasps, his fingers sinking between your legs and gently circling your clit. 

You whine, so sensitive, the pleasure was almost too intense. Poe gently churns his hips, brushing against your inner walls, his warm seed dribbling out a little with every move. He kisses the side of your neck as you lean back against him, your body quivering as he brings you higher and higher. Your orgasm is soft, but somehow still intense, flooding your body with a gentle tingling as Poe works you through it. You slump against him when it passes, your body exhausted.

He gives you a moment before he slips out of you, pulling you down to lay with him on the bed. His chest is pressed against your back, his arms wrapped around you loosely as you shift in his hold, snuggling down into the pillow beneath your head. Poe presses a kiss between your shoulder blades before burying his face there, his curls tickling your skin.

“So,” he says finally, his voice slow and syrupy as sleep begins to pull at him. “That was just my first lesson, huh?” 

You snort, closing your eyes and melting into him as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.  

“Because I really think I could benefit from another lesson,” he continues, smile evident in his voice as he softly kisses your neck. 

“Okay,” you hum, eyes and limbs heavy as you begin to drift off. “Let’s start practicing now.” 

He sniffs, tucking his nose beneath your ear as his drowsiness finally catches up with him. “You got it, sweetheart.”

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[imaginespazzi]

Agee with your anon's 2022 theory. I always thought it was somewhere in mid/late 2022 they got together for real. And it makes sense, in high school that's just way to complicated and long distance to do anything but just focus on the limited time you have together, and kinda ignore if there's anyone else when you're not together. Then in college basketball is the job so it's important to focus on that. I could see it being more fwb Az freshman year and then it was the post P's injury where it got serious for real and they've been together since. In 2021/early 2022 they really acted so kind of giddy, esp P, and by late 2023/2024 they give much more settled couple vibes (to me). I'm praying someday we get some ESPN feature on their story and the timeline is finally confirmed lol.

Love when y'all agree with my delulu, it makes me feel less insane. But yeah the St. John's interview is lowkey my roman empire because there's just something about it that's different from the preseason interviews or even the exhibition game interview like it just feels like something clicked, beyond just both of them being really happy that P was playing again.

I so agree with the they give settled vibes now (maybe that's just my shipper hat) which I think some people maybe misinterpret as disinterest sometimes because they're also very private. There's just this sense of calm in between them that I think is just very beautiful and you could really see it at the soft launch draft. But it's gone from i'm scared to look away because you're the best thing that's happened and what if you're gone to i know you're mine and i can take my eyes off you because i know you'll always be there. Does that make sense?

#ask #nivi waxing poetry about pazzi pt.2439580

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Behold my Sonic fankids!

Buckle up y'all I'm about to lore-drop

Dash the Hedgehog: Son of Sonic and Amy. He's a speedy, fun-loving kid with a big heart. Future hero of Mobius but for now is mostly having fun exploring with his dad and racing anyone he meets. Also has a hammer like Amy's, with which he can do cool tricks.

Mouse the Owl: Adopted daughter of Sonic and Amy. Found and brought home by Dash after her parents were killed by an Eggman scheme. She's really sweet and a bit shy, and is basically the equivalent of Tails for Dash. Best friends with Tikal.

Nova Prower: The girl that grew from Cosmo's seed. Raised by single dad Tails and is a great mechanic like him! Loves sunlight and nature and going on adventures with her Papa.

Ash the Cat: Son of Blaze and Silver and twin brother of Aura. As the crown prince chosen by the Sol Emeralds, he inherited Blaze's fire powers. He's very stoic and serious, taking his role as future king very seriously.

Aura the Hedgehog: Twin sister of Ash. Is far more spunky and playful, and tries to drag her brother out to do fun things instead of studying. Inherited Silver's telekinesis.

Knuckles the Bat-chidna, a.k.a. Knux: Firstborn son of Knuckles and Rouge. Relatively rare in having mixed species features rather than only taking after one. He's rather rebellious and doesn't want to take on the warrior lifestyle on Angel Island, preferring thievery.

Spear the Echidna: Second son of Knuckles and Rouge. Far more serious about his tribal heritage than his older brother, and because of this is next in line to take on the Guardianship of the Master Emerald. Devoted to the warriors lifestyle and protecting his family.

Jewel the Bat: Daughter of Knuckles and Rouge. Sweet and simple, well-trained in fighting but prefers not to. Is dedicated to finding all the secrets of Angel Island, taking care of its Chao population, and recording the history of the Echidna for future generations. Not named after Jewel the Beetle but they do become friends after realizing they share a name.

Hunter the Bat: Son of Knuckles and Rouge. Inherited both of his parents' treasure hunting tendencies and loves to explore. His wings grew in too small, making him the only member of his family who can't fly/glide, although he can hover for a short amount of time. That doesn't stop him from traveling all over the world! Honorary member of Team Kid Chaotix (the next generation of the Chaotix).

Tikal the Echidna: Youngest daughter of Knuckles and Rouge. Small and spunky! Is still a bit young for warrior training, but she's ready to go when she can! Loves animals and swimming and playing around Angel Island. Goddaughter of her namesake, and is able to interact with her and Chaos. Best friends with Mouse.

Night the Wolf: Son of Shadow and Whisper. Autistic and almost entirely non verbal. Is super powerful, with Shadow's abilities, but is very quiet, calm, and stoic. Because of his resting angry face, people think he's kind of grumpy like his dad, but he's actually pretty chill. Very close with his "cousin" Knux.

Maria the Hedgehog: Daughter of Shadow and Whisper. Fun, spunky, loud, and energetic. Basically has the energy and noise of the rest of the family combined. Loves to get into fights and Night constantly has to bail her out. Also has Shadow's abilities, especially running. Loves to run. Always has a different fun design on her T-shirt.

Mint the Bunny-dile: Daughter of Vector and Vanilla. Like Knux, is a rare mixed-species kid, although mostly crocodile. Is hard of hearing due to physical issues with the connection of rabbit ears with a crocodile head. Is very big and strong, sometimes not knowing her own strength. Sweet and a bit rough-and-tumble. Is a big proponent of body positivity due to being mixed-species as well as growing up around primarily mammal mobians who were a lot smaller than her at the same age.

Gale the Hawk: Daughter of Jet. Fast, cool, and a bit egotistical but ultimately good-hearted. Loves racing and pushing herself to learn new tricks and new types of racing. Like wearing the "retro" hand-me-downs from her Aunt Wave (okay actually I haven't decided if I ship Wave and Jet or see them as siblings so for now it's just "aunt")

Thanks for letting me ramble! Feel free to ask me about my babies 😁

#my ocs #my sonic oc #sonic fankids #dash the hedgehog #mouse the owl #sonamy fankids #nova prower #nova the seedrian #tailsmo fankid #ash the cat #aura the hedgehog #silvaze fankid #knuckles jr #knux the batchidna #spear the echidna #jewel the bat #hunter the bat #tikal the echidna #the other tikal the echidna #knuxouge fankid #night the wolf #maria the hedgehog #the other maria the hedgehog #shadisper fankids #mint the bunnydile #mint the crocodile #vectnilla fankid #gale the hawk #jet the hawk #send me asks about any of them!

[moonlight-prose]

♱ UNHOLY ♱

a/n: we're starting this off with a bang. literally. strap in y'all cause this is filthy as fuck. i'm kinda nervous about this one to be honest, because i have never written for jake, but i'm gonna do my best. happy kinktober everyone! i hope you enjoy! also a big massive thank you to @themarcusmoreno for beta reading this for me.

day one - voyeurism | kinktober 2022

summary: bradley has a surprise for you; making one of your fantasies come to life.

word count: 3.8k (i guess?!)

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader x jake "hangman" seresin

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI + glen powell (don't come near this), cussing, voyeurism, threesome, cumplay, p in v sex, sir kink, alcohol consumption, creampie, male masturbation.

There was something in those brown eyes of his that made you shudder in delight. A small inkling of what he had planned for the night and in all honesty you were way off the mark with your guesses. Are we going somewhere new? Is it a special occasion? You asked him question after question in the hopes that he’d cave and spill the details, but you knew Bradley Bradshaw. You knew him probably better than anyone in this bar.

Stubbornness was his greatest attribute and your worst enemy.

“Why won’t you tell me?” you practically whined, nudging his knee with your own.

“Stop asking about it and I will.”

You squinted, leaning in closer as he smiled into his glass of bourbon. “No you won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you. Giving up your play isn’t really your tactic.”

That was partially the truth. He’d only caved once in the entire time you’d known and dated him. It was due to him getting sick and having to cancel the surprise, but it took that much for him to spill his secrets. Which meant that tonight you weren’t going to figure it out until he was good and ready for you to do so. You nearly shook his shoulders, demanding he tell you everything, but that was part of his play. He wanted you riled up; ready to burst at any moment, because according to him…that’s when you were least expecting it.

“Finish your drink, we’ve got to go.”

“Go?” You watched him hastily drop cash on the bar top for Penny, thanking her with a smile and a nod. “Go where?”

No answer.

You figured that would be the case yet again, but you weren’t one to give up trying nonetheless. Downing the scotch and soda you ordered on a whim, you reached for your jacket only to find that he’d grabbed it already. His hand clasped yours in his hold, tugging you through the overly crowded bar until you were finally outside—the breeze from the ocean sending chills down our spine. Bradley didn’t say anything when he opened the door for you, he didn’t say anything when he started the car towards your shared home. And he certainly kept silent as his phone chimed—Jake’s name flashing across the street.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” he hummed, turning onto your street.

“Why is Hangman asking where we are?”

The engine died with a quiet stutter as he pulled the key out of the ignition, turning towards you with a deep breath.

There were few times in your relationship where you felt nervous. The first time you met him. Your first date, your first time together, but this…this was a whole new level of nerves. His expression had dropped from playful to downright serious in a matter of seconds, causing your heart rate to shoot up as different scenarios of what he might say to you ran through your mind. You just couldn’t figure what Jake Seresin had to do with this conversation; how did he even figure into the aspect of your relationship?

“I want you to know that you can say no.”

Your heart leapt in your chest. “Bradley…what’s going on?”

“Do you remember our conversation from two weeks ago?”

Wracking your brain, you tried to dig up whatever conversation he was talking about, only to come up with zilch. You both told each other a lot and in a two week time span he could be mentioning anything. But then it clicked. Why Jake had suddenly been brought into the conversation rather abruptly, why Bradly was looking at you like you were ready to leap out of the car and dump him there and then. 

Two weeks ago you’d been talking about sex. Not an unusual conversation between you, but as a joke he’d asked you who out of all your friends did you find the most attractive. It started out as celebrity crushes and somehow…you ended up there. Telling him in your tipsy stupor as he laughed with red stained cheeks, that Jake “Hangman” Seresin was such a pretty man. That he looked far too stunning for even words.

It was supposed to just be a joke—having told Bradley that Jake didn’t hold a candle to him afterwards. Yet…there you were.

“That was a joke,” you breathed, but his eyes dropped to the way you shifted your thighs together subconsciously. The thought of having both Bradly and Jake flooded your mind until it was on overdrive.

His lips quirked up, eyes shifting back to yours. “Are you sure about that honey?”

No you weren’t sure about it. You wanted to laugh it off, tell him that he had to be kidding, but you saw the way his eyes flared with a look that only showed when he wanted something. One very particular thing. He wanted you so much he had called Hangman and asked him if his interest was the same as yours. You weren’t sure what got to you more. The fact that Bradley went this far to make you happy, or the fact that Jake most likely resided in your house waiting for this to happen.

You were climbing into his lap before you could give him a straight answer. Your mind had gone numb with pleasure—whiting out the second you figured out what his surprise was. And what a surprise this was.

“I take it you like the idea,” he teased with a soft grin on his face.

“Yes,” you breathed, dropping your hips down onto his and digging a hand into his hair to bring his lips closer. “I like it.”

His lips brushed against yours, the desperation in your touch clear with the way you tried to tug him closer. But that’s not what this was about. You had a guest waiting inside your home and fucking your boyfriend in the front seat of his car would only make him impatient. Yet you couldn't leave without one kiss—you needed it, craved it, and he held it just out of reach.

“Not here,” he said, voice dropping just as his hand smacked your ass. “He’s waiting inside.”

“Just kiss me first.” You heard the distinct whine in your voice, but at this point you were too far gone to care.

He chuckled against the skin of your throat, pressing a wet kiss there and dragging his tongue upwards, stopping directly beneath your jaw. The realization came to you later than you expected—having never asked him where you wanted the kiss. If anything it made you writhe in his lap even more, your chest heaving with each breath you managed to take in. You could feel his erection straining his jeans, pressing directly against your clothed clit, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Bradley was already shifting you and sliding out of the car before you could appease the throbbing that started.

“He’ll like seeing you this way,” he murmured, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. He dragged the pad of his finger along your spit slicked bottom lip, tugging it down slightly before letting it go. 

If he had his way you’d be bent over the hood of his car by now, screaming his name for the whole neighborhood to hear, but the buzz on his phone snapped him out of his lust addled mind. Hangman was getting worried and you were growing impatient.

Guiding you towards the front door, he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you pressed to his front, his lips dragging along the back of your neck. It took him mere seconds to slide the key into the lock and push the door open, but for some reason it felt like hours. Even walking into the house, time slowed down, your ragged breaths echoing in the foyer.

Jake sat on the couch, elbows balanced on his knees and his phone held tightly between his hands. The sound of footsteps made him stand, expecting to see the two of you put together and calm like usual. The sight of you practically being held up by Bradley, your sundress tousled and eyes dazed, caught him off guard. It sent blood rushing to his cock so fast he nearly got a head rush. Rooster fared no better. His cheeks were stained red, hair standing to and fro like you ran your hands through it over and over again.

When Rooster dropped the question last week of joining you and him, he didn’t know what to think. Sure, he’d joked around about threesomes with other women. Claiming that he would be down for one anytime. Only he never thought he’d get to do this with you of all people; given how protective Rooster was over you.

There was no doubt in Jake’s mind that you were beautiful. The type of woman he’d go after if you weren't already spoken for, and he’d been ashamed before tonight to admit he’d gotten off to the thought of you a time or two. But now things were different. Now you were looking at him the way you solely looked at Rooster. You were asking him if he was willing to appease your fantasy through that single look and Jake had never been more eager to answer.

Your eyes drank him in, lips parting at the sight of the obvious bulge in his jeans. He wanted to taste you, bite into your skin and know what you felt like when you shattered in his arms.

Except you weren’t the one making the rules here and neither was he. Rooster was in charge—that much was clear—and both of you were waiting with baited breath for him to say go.

“You want a drink Hangman?” Bradley’s voice snapped you out of your stupor. Heat rushed through the entirety of your body as he pulled away from you to head towards the small bar cart in the corner of the room.

“Yeah,” Jake croaked, his voice scratchy from lack of use. “Whiskey if you got it.”

“Honey?” You tore your eyes away from Jake, seeing the smirk on your boyfriend’s lips. “Do you want a drink?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice. Choosing to drop onto the couch, you kept your gaze on the wall across from you even though you could feel Jake’s burning a hole in the side of your face. He wanted this, you wanted this. Fuck even Bradley wanted this. So why did you all of a sudden feel like fleeing to a different room and locking yourself in? Why were your nerves leaping beneath your skin with every breath you took?

The cold glass was pressed into your awaiting palm as Bradley took the larger leather armchair, leaving Jake to sit beside you.

He did it on purpose—you knew this. He wanted to see the tension in your body rise minute by minute until you eventually snapped. It was a little game you two played and as if he’d been here all along, Jake fit right into your dynamic. He sat close enough for you to feel the heat come off his body, but far enough away to not touch you—a way to taunt you the longer you both waited for Bradley to give the go ahead.

“Honey.” Your eyes snapped up, the alcohol burning down the back of your throat. Bradley’s eyes were full of mischief—his smile telling you that you would get everything you wanted tonight, but he would be the one to control your fantasy in the end. “Why don't you show Hangman what we were doing in the car.”

The breath caught in your throat, your body lighting up with fire as he finally gave his permission for you to indulge in what you ached for. You heard Jake take in a stuttered breath, his grasp on the glass turned his knuckles white. He held an inkling as to what Rooster was talking about and before he could form an image in his head, you were already taking his drink and sliding into his lap.

Fuck you felt better than he imagined.

Your knees pressed on either side of his hips, hands digging into his hair as you tilted his head back. Once his eyes met yours he knew he was done for. That nothing else in life would ever compare to seeing you as a panting mess in his lap; waiting with poised grace for your boyfriend to let you do more than just this.

“Shit.” The groan tore from his throat, his eyes fluttering shut when your hips pressed down onto his. Your warm underwear clad pussy dragged against the crotch of his jeans. Just that alone sent his mind reeling—forced him to grasp for the thin strands of his sanity, because this would be a long night. He’d make sure of that.

“Baby,” you whined, dragging your hips back and forth slow enough to kill him.

“Okay honey. You can kiss him.”

Jake’s hand gripped the back of your neck, roughly pressing his lips to yours and you felt the butterflies in your stomach grow. They thundered in your chest, nearly causing you to flinch away, but his tongue pushing into your mouth drowned them out. You sighed, leaning in further and sliding your tongue along his, tasting the whiskey directly from him. You noted that it tasted sweeter this way. That the hint of cinnamon that must have already been there sent your mind into a haze of heady lust.

Gasping as you pulled away, your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back as his lips attached to your throat. Following the line that Bradley had already drawn with his tongue. Fuck, if you focused hard enough you could imagine both of them touching you at the same time, but even you knew…Bradley would stay right where he was. He would watch as you took your pleasure because he allowed it.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Bradley’s voice broke through the blur of sensations running through your body. It took you second to gather your thoughts just enough for you to nod enthusiastically. “I need to hear it baby.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes I want to fuck him.”

Jake moaned, his teeth digging sharply into the crook of your neck, his hips snapping up to grind against you and tear a sound from your chest.

“Hangman.” Jake opened his eyes blearily, his heart thumping in his chest at the sight of Rooster staring at him with the same look he’d given you. “Do you want to fuck her?”

“Yes,” he replied quickly.

“Go on then.”

You moaned the second Jake’s hands began yanking up your sundress. He shoved your underwear to the side as you worked open his jeans, taking him in your hand and pulling him out. It took biting on his bottom lip so hard he tasted copper for him to hold off on absolutely losing it the second you touched him. Your hands were so fucking soft, so gentle as you guided him to your pussy—dragging his cock between your soaked folds.

“Don’t tease him honey.”

“Sorry sir,” you mumbled. The automatic title you placed on Bradley’s name made Jake’s cock twitch, the effect of seeing his friend this way far stronger than he anticipated.

He didn’t have time to think about it for very long. Not when you were slowly starting to sink down, encasing his cock in your wet hot walls. You throbbed with absolute need, your pussy clamping down on him so tight that he had to stop you in order to pull out and push back in. If Jake wasn’t careful, this would be over before it even began—the tightening in his stomach growing by the second.

“You feel so good,” you gasped, keening when he thrust up into you sharply.

“Yeah?”

Nodding, you gripped onto his shoulders, dropped your full body into his lap and shoving his cock the rest of the way in—nearly shouting as pleasure rocketed up your spine. Sure, you’d fantasized about this. Shit, you even wondered what it would be like to take both men at the same time, but never did you think it would come true.

A grunt echoed behind you and you turned your head to see Bradley stroking his own cock, his eyes focused on the sight of your bare ass and Jake’s cock stretching you open. It didn’t take Jake long to realize what Rooster really wanted to see. He pulled out of you much to your disappointment and turned you in his lap, your legs dangling on either side of his, exposing your dripping pussy to your boyfriend.

“Fuck!” you wailed as Jake slammed himself back into you, his hands tugging the top of your sundress and bra down to bear yourself to both of them.

This was your dirtiest fantasy come to life. Watching your boyfriend thrust into his own hand while his friend fucked himself into your pussy. Every thought in your head was gone, vanished the second Jake began to move. 

His cock thrust deeper into you in this position. The head of it striked directly against your g-spot with ease. Incoherent moans spilled from your lips, your hands toying with your own nipples as Jake’s dropped to spread you even more—showing Bradley how you practically dripped down your thighs.

“You look so pretty like that baby,” Bradley grunted, his hips canting up with each stroke of his palm.

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” Jake echoed, a pained groan echoing off the walls when your walls flexed, clamping down around him. “You like that sugar? You like being praised while I fuck you on my cock?”

“Look at her all cockdrunk,” Bradley teased, his pace slowing down to prolong his pleasure. He always liked to finish when you did and even now that never changed.

Jake smiled, biting against the shell of your ear and dropping his fingers to your throbbing clit. You squealed when he immediately began circling it at a fast pace. Your head falling back, eyes shut tight, as the pleasure began to peak in your body. Each thrust bounced you on his cock and you tried to keep up, match his pace, he had a firm grip on your body keeping you in place.

“Don’t get shy now,” Jake rasped. He cupped your jaw, turning your face roughly towards Bradley. “He wants to see you when you cum.”

You gasped, greedily drinking in the sight of your boyfriend’s hand tightening around his cock, his hips snapping up as he chased his pleasure. He wasn’t watching Jake fuck you at this moment. No, he had his eyes solely focused on yours—holding your gaze as one more devastating thrust from Jake sent you over the edge. Crying out you thrashed in his hold, your pussy flooding him with your release as sparks ran up and down your body.

This was your cloud nine, your heaven. After tonight you’d want it as many times as you could have it. This was your addiction and even you knew there was no way you were letting it go without a fight.

Bradley shouted your name, his eyes rolling back and his cum spilling out over his hand while he too reached his peak. All the while you kept your gaze on him, eager to lick his palm clean with your tongue and beg for more. He liked to joke that he had turned you into a depraved soul the second he met you, but even he knew the truth. You were sinful down to your very core the day he spotted you in the bar and you’d bring him down to his knees with only a smile. So sweet he could practically taste it from there.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Jake growled, snapping his hips up into you and spilling into your pussy—moaning pitifully when your walls milked him for all he had.

Minutes passed by while the both of you caught your breath, gathering enough of yourselves to say something coherent. You were afraid that things would remain awkward after this. That Jake wouldn’t want to interact with either of you once he left your house. But then he laughed. A delirious kind of laugh that was infectious from the very start; that sprouted from his orgasm induced haze and the way his cock was softening inside your pussy.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Jake said, his head falling back on the couch, thumbs rubbing gently into the skin of your hips.

Bradley laughed right along with you two, his cock still out and cum now staining his jeans. “Figures that it’s with my girl.”

“Don’t get jealous, Rooster.”

He smiled, lust still clouding his vision. “No need to worry, Hangman. I enjoyed watching you too.”

Though Jake kept a cool demeanor on his face you felt the way his cock twitched at the thought of his friend getting off to him. He liked it. More than that—Bradley knew he liked it.

“Honey?” You hummed, a dazed smile spreading on your lips. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” Jake’s finger trailed down your cheek, tracing the curve of your lips. “Hungry,” you breathed, seeing the way Bradley’s fingers were still covered in his cum.

“That makes two of us,” he replied. “Come here baby.”

Jake pulled out of you, a mixture of his cum and yours starting to trail down your inner thighs, as you stood on shaky legs. You felt like you would lose your balance at any moment, but Bradley’s hand on your hips kept you upright as you clambered into his lap. Capturing his fingers into your mouth and moaning at the familiar taste of him. His other hand toyed with your oversensitive clit, gathering enough of Jake’s release into his fingers before slipping them into his own mouth.

“What do you think honey? Want to let him try some?”

You nodded, spit trailing down your chin to your throat as Bradley gestured for Jake to come closer. He complied with the obedience and ease of a pilot who’d followed orders before.

If you believed this to be a one time fling before, you didn’t now. Not with the way Jake stared at both of you like you’d fulfilled a wish of his he’d long since held from the very start. A desire that coursed through him and you so deep it nearly broke through your very soul. Eventually morning would come and life would fall back into a natural rhythm, but for tonight you’d indulge in them. You’d take and take and take until they had nothing left to give.

Until they had their fill and got drunk on the taste of you.

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