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cyber333angel · 3 days
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getting spanked by rafe because he saw you talking to a pogue..
you have been rafe camerons girlfriend for a long time, everyone knew you were his. there were signs to tell that you belonged to him all over your body. from the gold anklet that dangled on your foot, to the “r.c” tattoo that is branded under your boob, flexing when you wore a bathing suit . except not everyone chose to acknowledge how much you meant to rafe.
you and your boyfriend were currently at a party, it was a typical kook house and owned by one of rafes friends, kelce. sitting on the couch for about 30 minutes you watched as your boyfriend sold coke to a broad amount of people, you knew he sold and you honestly didn’t mind. but it did get very tiresome to watch. “rafey m’bored. we’ve been sitting here like allll day! it’s a party, i wanna actually do something!” your boyfriend ignored you, persuading a customers into buying some coke. “rafey!” you grip his arm and looks back at you “kid, can’t you see im working? go play with your girlfriends or something till im done.” you pout at him and mumble “y’re so annoying.” him not paying attention to you, you leave and go find someone who is actually willing to talk to you. you find a friend of yours and drink a couple of shots in the kitchen but she tells you that she needs to go the bathroom, you nod and stay put. soon after you see an old friend.
“oh m gee! hey jayj!” you have known jj maybank since you childhood. both growing up as “pogues” but since your parents had a good business they grew into more money, naturally making you two grow apart. “hey princess. how’s kook life been treating’ya.” you roll your eyes and talk to him for while. back at the table rafe hears from a friend that he caught his girl flirting with a pogue. instantly aggravated from the rumor, he makes his way to the kitchen, finding you with all smiles talking to some guy. furious, he steps between you and jj, “heard you were-uh flirting with my girl, is that-that true?” he looks at him picking a fight, you attempt to explain the misinterpreted scene to him “rafe-“ he pushes your arm away. “nah let the fucking pogue answer, baby.” his patience was gradually thinning out.
“calm down dude , theres literally zero reason to get heated.” jj says “no one was macking on your girl, alright trust-“ he was cut off by rafes fist connecting to his face, making him stumble to the ground. rafe grabs your hand and pulls you out of the kitchen “rafe what the hell! why would you do that, we were just talking!” ignoring you he makes his way to his car and opens the passenger side. you pout, “m’not getting in with you if your angry rafey.”
“sweetheart get in the fucking car, i promise you it will only be worse if you keep testing me, go sit in the car.” whimpering at the unsympathetic tone you sit down, you decide it’s best to stay quiet the whole ride. he pulls into the driveway of tannyhill and you try a last attempt to explain yourself. “rafey please listen t’me! I really was just catching up with him! I hadn’t seen him-“ rafe has his head down, rubbing his eyes. you quiet down when he puts his hands on your thigh, rubbing it up and down gently. he says calmly “go up stairs to our room and take all that shit off. when I get up there I want to see you with your ass in the air and your mouth fuckin shut, alright?” you nod keeping your head down, knowing there’s nothing you can do now. up in your shared room, you strip yourself of your clothes and climb onto your bed, feeling nervous of the punishment coming to you. hearing rafe come up the stairs you quickly get into position with an arched back. you also hear a faint jangle as he steps closer, in front of the bed he takes both of your hands and handcuffs them. you knew where this was going but it was inevitable to run from. rafe appears behind you “you know what you did to deserve this right? know how bad you disrespected me in front of people, you-you understand that right?” you shake your head frantically onto the soft pillow “yes daddy I know, said m’ sorry already!”
“I didnt ask all that, what your gonna do is count each time you get a spank alright? you can do that hm baby?” you nod again “yes daddy..” he pulls you by your waist to the edge of the bed, taking a seat and pulling you onto his lap, your legs and arms dangle off his thighs. you close your eyes and the first spank lands, a loud “pap!” echoing in the room. it stings, you squirm around in his lap “ouch!” you cry, but do as your instructed “o-one!”
“stay fuckin still.” the second one is even harder then the first. rafe had already done five brutal slaps on your right ass cheek. “your taking it like such a good girl..good job baby.” your right cheek was already feeling numb leaving your left rear end a little alleviated. you know you’ll be bruised and hurting tomorrow. rafe sees some of your slick oozing from your cunt, he takes two fingers and plunges them into your sticky hole. you flinch and mewl, he chuckles. “you like that shit? you like when daddy’s upset?” the slaps did hurt but you couldn’t admit it did turn you on..well you didn’t really need to admit it seeing how the evidence was shown by how soaked your pussy was. “don’t worry princess im halfway done..” he spanks you once more, wincing, this time you couldn’t count. needing a minute from the intense sting. your boyfriend leans in close to your ear, “c’mon what number was that sweetheart?”
“s-six daddyy please m’sorry!” he mocks you “aw four more baby s’okay, you can do it.” finishing the intense ill-treatment on your ass, rafe helps you up from his lap. now sitting on him with a bruised behind and tears running down your face. “what’d we learn today sweet girl?”
“not to talk’to other g-guys and respect you.” he nods “mhm that’s right. I didn’t want to hurt you alright baby? just need you to learn to respect me and know who you belong to.” you nuzzle into his neck “s’alright rafey, i know.. can you make me feel good now daddy, please! m’so sticky!” he smirks at you “yeah of course..you did so good for me and I know how much this needy pussy needs to cum.”
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ninyard · 2 days
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Heyy! You said someone should ask you about Kevin under this post about Kevin's struggles from the nest of which we don't know enough... So I'm asking you about Kevin! Please tell us your Kevin thoughts! You always make very good points and I like reading your thoughts!!
cody my friend I am so glad you asked but you might regret it. i hope you're prepared from an unorganised huge convoluted MESS of a ramble
i've been thinking for a few days about this one like... what would a kevin POV look like? what is he hiding? how does he cope? WHO IS HE?
the kevin we ""know"" is a "coward", an insufferable bitch, an asshole and a hardass. other people's opinions and view of him makes up the entirety of our impression of who he is. but that's not who he is. that's just who we're supposed to believe he is.
kevin, born and bred to have this... borderline psychopathic lack of empathy, who can look his teammates in the eye after being told seth is dead or andrew is being committed and say, "what about the game?"
but when the raven's are switching districts; his sense of danger and fear is paralysing. he's three steps ahead trying to figure out how to please riko, how to keep himself safe, willing to put himself back into the centre of his abuse just to stop riko from finding him and killing him. he has to get blackout drunk to deal with any amount of riko. he's frozen with fear by being in the same room as him.
kevin knows where jean's mind and body goes to when hes panicking, knowing his worst place is right back in the nest being drowned by riko. kevin telling neil "do you know what he'll do to you?" and "he'll break you" when neil asks for his ticket. kevin's text to him before he goes into the nest, and staring at neil like he'd seen a ghost when neil returns after the nest (when he looks like the butcher). his comforting "i know what he's like" or "i know how he sees you, i know it means he did not hold back,".
kevin nervous breakdown panic attack day vs kevin smile for the cameras one track exy mind day
im so intrigued by him. how does he cope? his mother is dead, probably killed by the mafia family he was raised by. he grew up into a cult, he was only a child watching neil's father cut a man into pieces in front of him. how many other's had he seen?
how many other injuries cover his body, in places where the cameras can't see? how many rapes and assaults was he forced to watch in the nest? how many beatings was he forced to participate in? what did he have to say to jean in french that he didn't want riko to hear?
he needs someone with him all the time because of the nest. he's a "health freak" because of the nest. his sleep schedule, his anger, his anxiety.
did he say "what about the season?" re: andrew after drake because he doesn't care, or did he think "i've seen this happen too many times. and they've always kept playing,"? did he think "andrew is the strongest person i know. andrew is stronger than me. he would never let this destroy him," knowing that it has?
nobody has protected him in his life apart from the cameras and andrew.
he's scared. he doesn't know what love is supposed to look like.
he's only been a human for a year.
his scars are healing for the first time in his life and they're not being replaced by new ones, but every day he's afraid that that's going to get ripped out from underneath him. his entire life already got flipped upside down when he left the nest. of course exy is the only thing he "cares" about.
because it's the only thing that's been certain in his life, and even for those few weeks or months where he thought he would never play again, he trained and trained, and learned how to use his non-dominant hand because he can't lose this. he can't lose exy like he's lost everything else.
kevin has never had anything stable in his life except for violence and exy. now he has people he's supposed to care about, and he has to change his priorities. he has to learn how live a life that isn't fueled by self-preservation for the first time ever.
jean was only in the nest for five years; and look at him. look at what the nest has done to his social skills, his view of himself, his self esteem. look at what it's done to him, how he expects violence and contrition, coach and always waiting and waiting and waiting for the punishment to come.
kevin might not have had the same level of physical abuse that jean had, but he was there far longer. the ravens existed before him; their mindset and their abuse and their violence and their poison.
he's been drinking the raven poison since his childhood. the only difference between him and jean other than those things above is that kevin had more pressure to hide it, because he was half of the face of the ravens, half of the face of Exy; media trained or PR trained or a master at being a fraud and faking the way he speaks when he's being recorded.
kevin knows how to hide his abuse because he has always had to, and he's had quite a lot of practice at it.
kevin has only been a human for a year. kevin has only been kevin for a year.
so who is he? does he even know?
or is he just Kevin Day, Raven Fox starting striker, number two, six foot two, left handed right handed left handed, heavy racquet, stick size five? is that all he will ever see himself as?
anyways. or something like that. maybe he is just an insufferable bitch for no reason at all. who knows!
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whipitgod · 2 days
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I Know You're Hiding Something.
Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham
oneshot - wc: 1.9k
summary: post fall hannigram, fits in the same universe as 'Pushed in' and 'I Panicked' but it's not necessary to read those first to understand this one. Hannibal is trying to do something nice for once and will is rightfully suspicious.
warnings: brief mentions of non graphic murder, language and crack-ish per usual
a/n: Thank you for all the support on my other oneshots!!!! This was supposed to be posted yesterday but i got food poisoning lol. This one is a little bit shorter than the past few and i apologize if it feels rushed at all, im not really feeling 100% yet but i wanted to get this posted. If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!
“Alright Will, I shall see you in a few hours.” Hannibal calls out from where he’s putting his shoes on by the door prompting a halfhearted affirmative noise from Will, the younger man only looking up from his book when he hears the door close. Will shoots up from the couch and rushes over to the window to get a good look at Hannibal as he gets into his car and drives off; what the hell is he hiding? Hannibal had been acting weird and Will was suspicious to say the least; the cannibal disappearing for hours on end four times in the last week with very little explanation. Will hasn’t brought Hannibal's random disappearances up to the man yet but he’s getting awfully damn close to blowing a fuse over the whole situation; what could he even possibly be doing? The nearest town is almost an hour away and Will isn’t naive enough to think that that's where the man is going every time he leaves their home, especially since he has returned empty handed every time. Will is worried that the man has already grown bored of him and their new life and Will would be damned if after only a month into their living together the man is already ready to toss him to the side. 
Will’s worry had slowly transformed into anger over the course of the last week, growing increasingly more irate with each rushed goodbye from Hannibal; the cannibal returned looking disheveled each time, rushing to the bathroom to freshen up as soon as he arrived home causing even more anger to bubble up inside the younger man. Will really can’t believe the man would be able to find a sexual partner this soon after arriving, especially one that’s not Will, but all the signs are pointing to Hannibal having an affair. Will supposes it's not even an affair, given that he and Hannibal aren’t technically together; hell, the man hadn’t even touched the ex-profiler aside from when he’d stitched him up after they had pulled each other out of the ocean. Will had really expected there to be at least a little bit of physical intimacy at this point, he’d even take a chaste kiss at this point; hell, they shared a bed, but the cannibal hadn't touched him once. 
Sure, Will had almost taken them out in a murder suicide a few months prior, but he reasons that Hannibal has done way worse stuff that he’d been willing to get over. Will thinks the man is being a bit hypocritical if he’s still holding a grudge over it; for fucks sake the man had gutted him, and Will had gotten over it with an alarming amount of ease. It’d be unbelievable if Will had moved on from all the things Hannibal had put him through and given up his entire life to create a new one with the cannibal and Hannibal turned around and slept with someone else, but with the way the man had been acting Will can’t help but think that’s what's happening. 
Will really can’t believe this is his life, he’s sat on the couch muttering quietly to himself about the man he’d decided to share his life with while he day drinks Hannibal’s undoubtedly expensive wine like a bitter housewife; he wonders briefly if bitter housewives think about killing their partners the way he is now, this thought causes a small chuckle to leave him because, of course they do. He doubts the housewives are having fantasies as graphic as his, but he doesn't feel all that guilty about his thoughts, Hannibal had turned him into a spurned lover, and they’d only just settled in Argentina a month ago and it irritated him to no end.
Will polishes off the bottle he’d been drinking and makes quick work of opening another one, this time not even taking the time to pour himself glasses of it, choosing instead to drink it straight from the bottle. He settles back into the couch taking large gulps of wine, a little bit of it escaping his mouth and landing on his shirt, staining the material. He finishes the bottle quickly, setting it down on the floor and hearing it roll away after his failed attempt at setting it right side up, he closes his eyes and drifts off.
He startles awake at the sound of the door, groaning quietly at the dizzy feeling that comes with sitting up that quickly; he’s definitely still a little drunk. Will pushes himself to his feet, wobbling slightly as he stomps over to the door where Hannibal has just come in.
“You!” it's said with a finger pointed in the cannibal’s direction.
“Good lord Will how much have you had to drink?”
“Not important!” Will can hear the slur in his own words, “where the hell were you?!”
“I had some business to take care of,” Hannibal walks towards where Will is standing as he says this, “you should really sit down.” 
“Oh, blow it out your ass Hannibal,” Hannibal looks indignant at Will's outburst, coming to a stop a couple feet in front of him, “I know you’ve been hiding something!”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about William.”
“Don’t ‘William’ me you asshole, and don’t lie to me!” Will shouts this as he gives Hannibal's shoulder a shove that doesn't have much effect on the man, “my brain isn't melting anymore! I know when you're hiding something!”
Hannibal places a gentle hand on Will’s shoulder that takes the wind out of the younger man's sails, his shoulders deflating instantly under the cannibal's hand, “Will please calm down and take a seat before you hit the ground.”
“Fine.” Will makes his way back to the couch, sitting with a huff. Hannibal enters the room a few moments later carrying a glass of water that he sets on the end table closest to will.
“You are the most infuriating man I have ever met; I can't believe I put up with you.” It’s said in a tone that's usually reserved for when people say I love you; an overwhelming amount of fondness lacing the sentence.
Will opens his mouth ready to bite out a retort but Hannibal holds a hand up effectively silencing him before the older man starts speaking again, “I should’ve known that it would be impossible to surprise you.”
“The hell are you on about Hannibal?”
“You are a naturally suspicious person with a penchant for jealousy that usually results in large bursts of anger and violence.”
“Oh screw you, you pretentious, hypocritical-”
“Please let me finish,” Will waves a hand at Hannibal, motioning for the man to continue with a look of barely concealed rage on his face, “I was trying to surprise you with a dog.”
Will's face falls blank at this, all of the anger leaving him only to be replaced by a large amount of shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, eyes never leaving the man in front of him, “Are you fucking with me Hannibal? Cause I swear to God if you are-”
“I promise I am not, please stay put for a moment.”
Will watches the man walk out the door back towards his car; he really can't believe the man got him a dog, but moments later he hears the sound of Hannibal reentering the house and an excited bark. He shoots off the couch rushing over to where Hannibal is standing with a rather large dog cradled in his arms, the cannibal immediately passing the dog over to Will who immediately begins scratching at the dog's fur.
“The woman at the shelter was unsure what breed the dog is fully, but she assumes he is at least partially border collie, I am very aware of your habit of taking in strays so i figured you wouldn't mind-” the words are cut off by wills mouth pressing against Hannibal with a bit too much force, their teeth clacking together causing them both to hiss slightly at the pain. Hannibal stiffens slightly at the initial press of their mouths but melts into it quickly, reaching a hand up to take hold of the hair at the base of Will's scalp. They stay locked in the kiss until they are forced to break apart to suck in a few gasping breaths of air. 
“Thank you,” it’s punctuated by another press of Will's lips against the older mans, “This is amazing.”
Hannibal seems frozen, staring at Will like he’s grown a second head and Will is starting to worry that he shouldn’t have kissed him.
“I didn't think you wanted to kiss me.”
It’s Will’s turn to freeze, his face dumbfounded as he searches Hannibal’s face for any sign that the man is joking, “Why the hell wouldn’t I want to kiss you?”
“You are a very confusing man.”
“So are you.”
“You haven’t given any indication that you wanted to have a physical relationship with me, Will.” Hannibal says this like it's the obvious thing in the world and it makes Will huff out a disbelieving noise; Will is torn between kissing him again or reaching out to throttle him. 
“I've been sleeping in nothing but boxers the entire time we’ve been staying here! Not even just boxers but briefs!”
“It’s a warm country.”
“For fucks sake Hannibal,” Will reaches up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, he’s feeling mostly sober now and his heads starting to hurt, “It’s not like you’ve given any indication that you want a physical relationship either.”
“I don’t think that’s necessarily true I-”
“Cut the shit, you’ve all but built an anti-gay pillow barrier between us in our bed.”
Hannibal’s brows furrow at this, “What is an anti-gay pillow bar-”
“That’s what you're focusing on?” will sighs before continuing on, “Listen Hannibal, I know you’re attracted to me,” Hannibal's mouth opens to respond but will continues before he gets the chance, “You’ve stared at my ass, consistently, for the entire time we’ve known each other.”
“I don’t know-”
“You know exactly what I'm talking about! The only person you’re lying to is yourself.”
Hannibal looks like he wants to fight Will on this briefly before a look of acceptance takes form on his face, he nods slightly, “I wasn’t aware i was that obvious about it.”
“You thought you were being subtle?”
“There is no need to rub it in.”
Will lets out a disbelieving sound at the man's words, opening his mouth to continue but Hannibal presses his mouth back to Will's, effectively cutting off whatever he had planned to say. They break apart shortly after, this kiss not lasting nearly as long as the one before and will stares at Hannibal unblinking before the older man begins talking, “Surely your head hurts too much for you to continue irritating me.”
Will scoffs at this, pushing himself out of Hannibal's arms and bending down to pick up the dog that had been nosing at his legs during their interaction, “You’re right, my new friend and I should go get comfortable in bed.”
Hannibal smiles at this, watching Wills form retreat to their shared bedroom before freezing, feeling like a bucket of cold water has been poured over his head he shouts a startled, “Do not put that dog in our bed Will!”
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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For all my fellow ADHD and soft voice-havers when we get interrupted/can't say anything constantly
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quietwingsinthesky · 4 months
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OH RIGHT. rose. i was thinking about this because jack might be the one person who can actually put into words what was going on between the doctor & rose because he was there, he was in the middle of it. not that the information comes out easily, but he’s less avoidant of saying the words ‘he loved her’ than the doctor is. which. i just think it would be kind of sweet and sad for even to also for the first time actually connect the word to the feeling. that’s love. that’s what that is.
#it’s not that they didn’t. you know. love anyone before. objectively they did.#they just didn’t really connect that that. ‘love’. that’s what that was that made them act that way. that made them feel that way.#that made it hurt so much when they lost someone they were trying to keep with them.#and to understand now that that’s what was between the doctor and rose as well. and the beginning of understanding that. rose Is something#to them as well. (<- not information they know how to handle or what to do with.)#but what im actually saying here is. that because jack is the one who gives them that. because jack is so much built from love and memory.#man who references his ex-boyfriends constantly and fondly. who loves knowing he’ll lose the person he’s choosing now like everyone before.#does it anyway.#what im saying here is that when jack leaves. for whatever amount of time he’s joined up on the tardis taking a break from torchwood i guess#dealing with him and the doctor’s. Thing. as best they can (not very well)#what im saying is that when jack leaves. even pushes themselves into a hug with him and burrows close because they dont want him to leave.#of course they dont. they have like. three friends. and he’s one of them. and he’s leaving.#but this is important and he won’t stay. so they hug him. and they whisper. very very seriously. but softly. like they’re scared someone#will hear or they’ll mess up. they tell him that they love him. and that’s how they say goodbye.#dw oc
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slvttyplum · 1 month
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one thing about suguru, he can hold a grudge and can hold it for the longest time. he will literally argue with you while he's fucking you, and he has, multiple time in fact.
putting you in missionary while pushing your thighs up to your chest and giving you a kiss before his mood changes, and he starts spouting bullshit, you couldn't even rebuttal like you wanted to and that's exactly why he did what he did.
if he knew you were getting fucked out of your mind with the way his dick was touching and swirling your insides, there was no way you could shoot him down the way he knew you wanted to, and that brought a smile on his face.
no smart remarks, only stuttering and moaning trying to get your point across. he was never going to let you win whatever argument the both of you had that day, if he feels as though you were even on the track to winning, he was going to fuck you until you gave up.
“mm no baby. if i say i want you home at a certain time, that's what i want.” while pushing himself deeper inside of you so that you couldn't say anything and if you did, it would just be inaudible blabbering while you scavenged your brain trying to find the words to say if you could even get it out.
this is something that could be categorized as a toxic trait or “red flag” if anyone knew that suguru pulled you into the bedroom to just fuck you and argue with you while doing it, people would throw a fucking fit, not you though, you tried to hold your own.
blabbering your nonsense trying to defend your case while he dug you out, and it's not even like he did this on a whim. he fucked you so good that it had your toes curling and your stomach caving in like a caprisun.
don't play with him because he will do this off guard and all, you won't even know when he's going to toss you over and slide your panties off and just fuck you like he had all the time in the world. no one liked being right more than suguru did, it was in his everyday agenda to make sure that any and everything he said was right and that if you disagree then he was going to make sure you agreed.
“huh? oh, i thought you said something about me being wrong.” with a smirk on his face. suguru knew you like the back of his hand, of course he would know his favorite person, so with that being said, he knew that fucking you until you couldn't properly form a sentence would get his point across and not yours.
whispering in your ear while he pushed into your sweet spot over and over again, your heart racing so fast and your legs quivering with the amount of force he was putting on your thighs. expanding his point out even more just to hear that pretty voice of yours whimpering and pleading for him to just stop because you couldn't take it anymore.
all the pleasure was building up to the point you were getting cramps, so you knew you were done for.
“tell me im right, tell me that i fucked you so good that i made you a mess.” his mouth near your ear as he continues to fuck you in, your body jolting up and down, your mouth moving but nothing coming out, that's how he knew you were done.
“thought so. good girl.”
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rosicheeks · 10 months
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What books do you think everyone should read?
Have you ever considered that octopi may be the best huggers?
What's the best sound? (Personally I say windchimes)
What is the best thing to dip pizza in?
Is Bigfoot was real, he might be, would he be hot?
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Ngl I have not thought of that before 👀 I could see them being the best huggers……. Or just very slimy and slippery 😂
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Oooo windchimes are so so lovely 🥰🥰🥰
In my opinion the best sound is a cappella music. Or even just choir music. Where different voice types come together and create beautiful harmonies 😍💖
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I don’t typically dip my pizza in anything tbh
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I meeeaaaaannnn I could see it 👀👀
I’m into tall and hairy people 🫣🤭
#I’m pretty sure I’ve already expressed my love for the book dealing with dragons but it’s my all time favorite book#I’ve read it probably at least 10+ times#and I don’t read that much (anymore) so it’s saying something I’ve reread a few times lol#I love reading don’t get me wrong.. I just don’t have the attention span to read - every single time I try I always fall asleep#I’m going to get tested sometime soon to figure out why I’m so fucking tired all the time#but no matter what position I’m in if im reading or watching something or doing anything for a decent amount of time I always fall asleep#it’s impossible for me to watch movies unless im smoking or doing something with my hands like coloring or crafting of some king#anyway mini rant over#I just wanted to show you guys how important this book is to me#since ya know it’s so hard for me to read#when I was little and growing up my sister would read to me and she would read this book and then when I got older I borrowed it from her#and would read it all the time#ngl I’ve read the second book in the series but I’m not sure if I’ve read the 3rd and 4th#I really really want to sometime soon though#my sister has them somewhere fuck I should have borrowed them before they moved cause now who knows where the books went lol#ok sorry getting distracted#i LOVE dealing with dragons and the whole universe#I do love me some windchimes 🥰🥰🥰 I’ve always wanted to make my own one day 💖#but I’m kinda biased to a capella music and choir music - just growing up in choirs I can’t express how much joy that gives me#just hearing different voices being blended together to make one loud melody#and then different parts come in / the bass starts and then it leads into tenors and altos and finally sopranos UGH SO GOOD#not the best at explaining it right now I’m sorry haha#tbh I’m very basic and picky with my food lol I usually just have cheese pizza 😂#hey Bigfoot if you’re out there…………..#you single 👀👀👀👀#asking for a friend hehe#thanks for the questions lovely!#ask#ask me shit
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mrfoox · 1 year
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Uh.... Love how.... Instead of gently reassuring me or such whenever I say something really bad about myself Oliver just sigh loudly/grunt and then go to argue against me and finally gently tell me the opposite :')
#miranda talking shit#Me: no one cares about what i think...#Oliver: -loud groan-🙄 ok who said that except you? No one. I care about your opinions. I want to hear what you think#I meam then he went on a little side note to clarify 'oh i dont care that much about hearing it but i want to hear it bc i want to have an#Discussion with you' (very on brand. Cant just say something like caring about someone without adding not like i care after lol)#Hes probably tired of my insecure shit but he still goes so hard every time i say something. Ive said im fat/similar three times and all#Times he took it as an personal attack i honestly love it. Not met anyone who goes through all kinds of tones in one ... Time#Its refreshing. I know ive known him for soon three years but i would say we've only been friends for two#But hes still so refreshing in his way of thinking and talking. I think i like how he's not treating me... Intentionally softer/gently bc#Of how i am or bc of our situation? If he thinks im wrong or say something stupid he'll say so straight up. Im used to people being too#Scared to do that because they know i cry easily or something similar. No he's just like ... I'll say whatever i think. Yet hes also way#Too nice. The amount of patience in that lil guy is big. If i was more brave and gave less shits about what others thinks id tell him this#Stuff. But i know hes not... Good with that sort of things. Technically no one im close with is really lmao. So i just scream lovingly#About them on here. Everyone is so nice to me and its just something i wish i could express clearly to others#Instead id probably ramble and start to cry if i try to put it into words. My heart just big and im luv people thanks
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pizzapizzadickz · 1 year
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Haaaaah. It's frustrating living like this tbh.
Like. Its been years and I'm still struggling as much if not more than I did as a child.
I wonder, does anything ever truly change?
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ramonathinks · 9 months
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your dad always mentioning his best friend — you’re always hearing stories about him yet he’s never around. you only ever seen the back of his head in photos, and honestly you can barely even remember his name.
so when you’re back from university during the summer and your dad says in passing that his best friend is finally coming down to see him, you don’t think to much of it. just finally glad you’re able to meet the man who your dad is always raving about.
but being back home and away from school, you finally feel a bit more free. you invite a few friends out to a local club, waiting to look cute and just get some drinks.
you weren’t expecting a handsome stranger to be so taken with you. he buys you a drink, he offers you a dance, you can feel just how hard he is against your backside but he doesn’t care. “i want to be a gentleman and not fuck you in the bathroom…” as he speaks the dress you’re wearing is pulled up your hips, the club dimly lit and you can only feel his strong hands trailing up and down your thighs. “but i can hardly hold on any longer. you’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”
“so i must ask if i can take you to where im saying tonight?” his fingers circle around your panty clothed clit and you squirm, nodding.
the hotel he stays at is only a block away, the walk is almost unbearable with his hot gaze and his hand on the small of your back.
a good look under the bedroom light and you get even wetter, his older handsome face under your dress when he sits you on the bed.
he’s sloppy with it. wetness coating your thighs as he slurps up the wetness you let out. he plays with your clit using his mouth to suck and lick trails up, drawing circles all over. muttering: “sticky little thing.” you try not to squirm to move but you reach down to tug at his hair as he shakes his hand to get more of your juices to coat his face. your thighs shake but he stops: “want you cumin’ on my cock, got that pretty?”
his cock splits you open, you arch your back and move back, he just laughs: “you can take it, cmon.” and even whispers more dirty things in your ear: “cmon baby, this pussy is weeping, don’t you want her to stop crying?”
you stay up all night as he makes you take him over and over again until he can fit himself all the way in. the long drags of his thick cock overwhelming you, your toes curl and when a tear falls from your eyes he makes sure to lick it up, you can’t believe this man is so filthy.
when the morning time comes you hear him on the phone, muttering or rather trying to be a gentleman to let you sleep in. he leaves you a bit of money with a note saying not to think of it as anything, he owes you for making you stay up all night.
you don’t expect to see him again. especially at home, hugging your dear old dad. you don’t expect him to look at you with the same amount as want and need as last night as you shake his hand.
even when breakfast is over, he helps you wash the dishes, saying he wants to get to know you better or so he tells your dad — his best friend. but instead he’s talking to you: “what are we going to do, hm? we can’t tell him, your dad would kill me.”
“my dad would kill both of us. you’re his best friend—”
“and you’re his precious daughter.” his eyes darken as he looks you over, even with you just wearing a tee shirt and jeans he still was packing a hard on. “he can forgive you, he won’t forgive me. im the adult here.”
“im twenty three, im an adult!” you try to argue.
“half my age, i shouldn’t have been been so careless.” he mutters, thinking to himself. “reckless. let’s just make that a one time thing, okay? look at me.”
your body burns in embarrassment as you look up at him, biting your lip and twirling your hair. you liked the way he looked at you, soft warming and inviting eyes.
he says it’s a one time thing until he’s putting his number in your phone. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s fucking you a few times before he leaves. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s taking you on dinners. he says it’s a one time thing even when he’s three months deep into the summer.
he says it’s a one time thing the entirety of his stay and when you’re back on campus, getting ready to sign a lease to a lonely apartment. you realize it’s not a one time thing when he’s pulling up and quickly telling the landlords nevermind for you and he’s giving you keys to a shared place.
“just don’t tell your dad, okay?” he winks.
SHIU KONG, TOJI, MIGUEL, GHOST, KÖNIG
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mattsrod · 5 months
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- ; warnings - smut, sub!matt, a little plot, masturbation, boners, interrupted sex.
- ; 9:05 am
your eyes were still glued shut with sleep as you rolled over in bed, throwing your arm to the right which hit your boyfriend in the stomach, of course.
matt shot awake, clutching his stomach instantaneously. after a few seconds of sputtering out swear words under his breath the said, "new way to wake me up, huh?"
you groaned in response, much too tired to give him a proper answer. the only thing on your mind was going back to sleep, but your boyfriend poking you in your side made that pretty difficult .
"matt, stop." you said curtly, grabbing his hand.
"your the one who woke me up, shouldnt i be mad?" he turned you over so you were facing him, taking a moment to look at all of your features.
"matt i can feel you staring at me." you spoke before opening your eyes. he was already staring into them. fuck. you wanted to be mad at him for not letting you sleep, but you couldn't.
he laughed before sliding his hand under your head, separating you and your soft pillow . you leaned closer to him and he kissed your lips softly.
he pulled away for a moment and you smiled. "come here." you said grabbing his face and brining it to yours, smashing your lips together.
you bit his upper lip and he licked your lower, and soon after his tongue pried your lips apart. he sat you up against the headboard, not separating his lips from yours for a second. he unclasped your bra, taking a tit in his hand.
every second that passed just made the kiss more heated.
your hands slid up and down his body as his tongue explored your mouth. just as your hands made it to his waistband you received a call, to which you ignored.
and then another call came.
and finally a text.
he pulled away, recognizing whoever was trying to reach you probably really needed you, considering the amount of times they had called you.
matt got off of you, letting you recollect and grab your phone.
"fuck." you mumbled
"what?"
"its my best friend. her dog ran away. she wants me to come over and grieve with her. probaly eat ice cream for three hours? i dont know.." you rambled on, shocked at the messages you had just received
"oh shit. you gotta get going then?" he yawned. handing you a previously discarded bra from the night before.
"i guess so." you slipped the bra over your head. "want breakfast before i leave?" you asked him, grabbing a pair of his pajama pants off of the floor and swiftly putting them on.
"i mean, why not?" he got out of the bed slowly ruffling his hair and then standing up.
you walked over to him, giving him a peck on the lips before walking out of the room "meet you downstairs yeah?"
"yeah." he paused, "your not putting a shirt on?" he said loudly, knowing you were far down the hallway by now.
"i mean its just us at home, right?!" you called back.
hearing that he smiled to himself. rushing out of the room and following you down the steps.
- ; time skip - 9:32 am
"matt, im gonna burn the fuckin' eggs if you keep staring at me like that." you shuffled the eggs around in the pan once more before turning around to look at matt, leaning your hands into the counter.
"what am i distracting you?"
"just let me cook your eggs in peace." you smiled.
saying that you turned around, you knew matt wouldn't let you do that.
you felt matts gaze burning into you as you walked over to the fridge to grab orange juice which you set on the counter next to you.
why not take advantage of this?
you opened the freezer and bent down to grab the mini pancakes you knew matt loved.
you arched your back as you stood up and turned around. "you want some of these, babe?" you held up the box of pancakes, waving them in the air.
your boyfriend traced your curves with his eyes. how his pants hung low on your hips, how your bra held your perfect tits.he was getting harder by the second. who gave you permission to do these things to him?
and then, looked up from the floor where he was pretending to stare, blinking and shaking his head before speaking "oh shit- sorry babe what'd ya say?"
"hm." you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter once again, sighing this time. "what am I distracting you now?"
"i gotta use the bathroom, be right back." he said coldly.
you pursed your lips and then shook your head. "you want the pancakes or not?!"
"yeah!" his voice cracked as he ran to the bathroom.
you giggled and turned off the stove. you knew exactly what he was up to.
matt bee-lined for the bed and threw himself on it, tossing most of the pillows to the floor and stuffing the remaining behind his back, before yanking his sweatpants down to his knees. there was no need to drag this out. he had enough foreplay just watching you downstairs, and not to mention the interrupted scene that morning that had been playing through his head for the rest of the time after that.
he grasped his cock firmly from the spot on his stomach where it had lay hard and wet-tipped against his stomach.
he gasped at the contact and let his head fall back, his mouth falling open as he squeezed himself, before letting his cock fall with a slap against heated skin.
with a flat hand, he pulled the moisture from the tip, smearing it down his length, before curling his fingers over his balls, just grazing his fingertips below them.matt ran his tongue over his dry lips, picturing you in the kitchen, remembering how you'd looked with your pajama pants hanging so low that just the slightest tug would pull them off.
he groaned and brought his hand around his dick again, tugging jerkily, frantically, and bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed.He could see you between his legs, one hand on his thigh, the other pleasuring yourself right along with him.
matt screwed his eyes closed and clamped his other hand over his own thigh, breathing hard and fast and stroking even faster.He imagined fucking you over the counter. both of you whimpering as he thrusted roughly into you, one hand gripping your hips roughly, leaving small marks. his other roped around to the front of your body, rubbing your clit.
the muscles in matts’s arms began to burn as he stroked himself but that barely registered, the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could see, was you beneath him.
him plunging into you and hearing your pretty noises.
your face as it twisted with pleasure.
He stroked himself long and hard, inside and out, his breath ragged and heavy and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his releass. he moaned loudy, picturing you against the counter once again. This sent him right over the edge.
with a loud cry of your name, his knees hit his shoulders as his belly strained and his hips thrust up onto his plunging fingers, his body pulsing around them, and quick lines of milky liquid squirted over his hand and the quivering skin of his stomach.
you opened the bedroom door and matts head snapped at the creaking sound it had made.
"huh. well this isnt the bathroom." you teased, making your way towards the bed.
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chaepink · 6 months
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DAY 5: HEAT IT UP! | TEMPERATURE PLAY
gojo loves being a brat and by the amount of times he has been one, he's gotten use to your punishments. so you decided to try something new on him.
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ gojo satoru x reader
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, temperature play, ice play, edging, brat taming, punishment, crying, bondage, mommy kink, blindfolding
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.2k words
KINKTOBER EVENT
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You always knew your boyfriend was just so pretty. With his breathtaking blue eyes that you love to see tears fall from, to his luscious hair that you love to pull on, it's common knowledge that he's attractive.
But at this current moment, you like to think that he looks even more pretty: wrists tied to the headboard, a blindfold covering his eyes, head tilted back to reveal his neck, and legs spread to expose his hard dick.
You grin at his figure and coo at him. "I've barely touched you yet and yet you're shaking, baby." Sitting in between his legs, you let your hands roam up and down his legs, earning a shiver from the man.
You see his adam's apple bob and your hands pause on his thighs, mere inches away from his hardened dick. You're teasing him, he knows it.
Though you know that it's not enough to break his bratty demeanor yet.
Gojo grins at you. "What? You think im shaking cause of just this?" His tone is laced with cockiness to rile you up. "What are you going to do next, spank me mommy?"
A sly smile makes its way onto your face. "That sounds enticing but not today. Though I would shut my mouth if i were you, gojo." Before he could retort back, your hand ghosts over one of his nipples, immediately feeling it get stiff. Your action has him biting his lips to keep his noises in and you quickly put the nipple in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it before biting it. Gojo has always been a sucker for when you touch his sensitive nipples and you know it's a quick way to break his bratty demeanor.
Though you have another way to do so as your other hand reaches to grab a ice cube that you've placed in a bowl on the nearby nightstand.
"ah! s-shit is that are you can do?"
You chuckle. "Of course not, gojo." You immediately put the ice cube on his other nipple and oh do you love the reaction it emits from him. As the coldness touches his sensitive nipples, you watch his mouth open into a 'o' and his breath quicken. A drawn out whimper leaves him and his back arches, almost as if he wants the ice cube to press against his body even more.
"o-oh god!"
The contrasts of your warm mouth and the coldness of the ice has his head spinning. While the blindfold on him prevents him from already seeing anything, it heightens his other senses, making him extremely sensitive to your touch. Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to try something new?
The ice cube circles around the nipple as his other gets bitten, sucked, and licked. Little 'ah!'s and gasps leave him and when the ice cube begins to trail down his chest and melt, he sucks in his breath.
You finally pull back from his chest and lean in to whisper in his ear as the ice continues to move downwards to his stomach and finally his inner thigh where you hear him let out a whine.
"Where do you want the ice, gojo? Tell me." Ragged breaths escape from him. Your tone is innocent but he knows you're far from it. He knows that you know where he wants it but you want him say it himself. You want him to beg for it.
"mommy please!" You tsk, shaking your head.
"darling," you coo, "you know what i want to hear, dont you?" Gojo nods.
"put... put the ice on my dick? please?" You chuckle.
Without warning you put the ice cube directly on his tip and watch as it melts, the cold water dripping down to his base. He begins thrashing in your hold and throws his head back, curse words flooding out his mouth.
"fuck!"
You glance at his face and widen your eyes when you see his blindfold begin to darken and sniffles fill the room. But realization dawns on you. He's crying.
"are you really crying, gojo? just from some ice on your dick?" Gojo pouts at where he heard your voice from. "s-shut up! 'm not..."
You drag the ice down his dick and watch as it melts and mixes with his pre cum. "mhm, right." You feel him try to subtly grind against the ice.
Gojo's breath quickens at the unusual sensation but as it continues, the feeling quickly becomes addicting. It's not long till the ice melts all the way and he's begging for more.
You can only chuckle at his eagerness. "This is supposed to be a punishment, gojo. And yet you're enjoying it." Gojo shakes his head as if his thighs aren't shaking, dick isn't leaking pre cum, and moans haven't been leaving his mouth.
"Don't lie. You really are such a whore, aren't you?"
Gojo swallows but still shakes his head, making you let out a disappointing sigh. "Still acting like a brat?" You take another ice cube from the bowl and drag the cube from the bottom of his dick to the top, making Gojo let out a girlish squeal.
A hand on his thigh keeps him from trying to close his legs and the rope tying his hands to the headboard keep him from touching you. Though of course he could escape if he wanted to but his head is too mushy right now to even remember just how strong he is.
His loud noises are music to your ears. And you have a idea to have more leave his mouth.
You lean down and drag your tongue drags along the length of his dick, tasting the bitterness of his pre-cum and the coldness of the ice. The feeling of your warm tongue and the cold ice hits him like a train.
Gojo's reaction is immediate. His back arches as his a loud moan rips from his throat and you're surprised when cum shoots from his dick to make a mess on his chest. You immediately pull back a little with widened eyes as Gojo's chest rises up and down. Did Gojo just cum from just that?
After calming down from his orgasm, Gojo realizes how quiet you are and lets out a whimper. "I-I didn't mean to cum, I swear!" You see the blindfold covering his eyes start to damp again.
A cold feeling on your fingers makes you realize that you still have ice in your hand. You quickly see that some of Gojo's cum made it on the ice and with a small grin on your face, you lean towards him.
"It's okay, baby. Can you open wide for me?" He quickly does what you say and opens his mouth, tongue sticking out in anticipation of what you're gonna do. When you place the soiled ice cube on his tongue, his mouth immediately envelops it and he moans when he tastes himself on it.
However when your hand suddenly wraps around his dick, Gojo gasps in surprise and whines when he feels you start to play with it, his dick immediately hardening again.
"Did you forget that you're being punished, Gojo?" You tsk at him. "Don't think we're over yet." And Gojo whimpers at that.
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note : this was kinda rushed, i just wanted to finish this as quick as possible since it's super late </3
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desb3ar · 1 month
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ANYWAY.
Goofy Miguel O’Hara Headcanons
i love making silly shit with him (and making him depressed asf lol)
Rarely, Miguel will have the WORST joke known to man. Gag is, the reaction TO his bad joke is the funniest part to him. he’d say some lame shit like “what do you call a can opener that don’t work? a can’t opener.”
If he EVER were to laugh hard enough, let alone laugh at all… Snorts and wheezes would be expected. Then he gets embarrassed cuz Mr. “im s’pose to be the big strong leader” gets caught sounding like a piggy. (Ha. Piguel O’Malley ref.)
When he’s focused on machine work, trying to figure out something on the fly, he’ll blow quiet raspberries. Lyla makes fun of him for that sometimes.
SPEAKING OF LYLA… SHE will laugh her ass off when she puts the most goofiest filters on Miguel when he’s trying to work. That one filter that makes it look like you’re crying, wet face n’ all with the frown and shit? All time favorite. Miguel always wanna assume her laugh attacks are malfunctions, but he see’s no problem on account of many successful diagnostics. So he gotta suck it up.
I wrote about this before, but I read he’s hyper sensitive, so I HAVE to assume that he’s ticklish. Gotta be. When people find out, sides are poked. He’d JOLT UP and swat people away like bugs (cuz they are kinda.) If you’re close to him, knowing you’re prone to tickle him out of nowhere, he’d get SKEPTICAL and flinch when all you want is a hug. (The amount of betrayal when you tickle him instead scarred him LMFAOOO). I couldn’t say you’d whisper in his ear and it will tickle him because he already has enhanced hearing so there would be no point.
I saw an actor au that i LOVE, right? i keep thinking that miguel, when he’s trying to be serious, he breaks character too often because he ends up laughing 😭 idk behind a serious character is someone who CAN’T be serious for more than 2 minutes. (i’d kill for someone to make a pixar’s after credits blooper animatic with atsv characters.)
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norrizzandpia · 5 months
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hello, firstly i would like to say ur writing is phenomenal!! secondly i wanted to request something like the reader having some insecurities or just social media making her feel unworthy of lando thank u 🫶🏼
Ive been hanging onto this request for a while bc i love these scenarios bc they hit so close to home and I always need to be in the right mindset for them and now i am!
Love You the Way I Do (LN4)
Summary: When Y/n starts to pull back, Lando knows exactly what to do.
Warnings: insecurities, talks of not being good enough, language
Note: the reason ive been so mia on here is because ive just been in such a bad slump and not feeling good about myself or feeling good enough in general and im starting to get out of it with a lot of time focusing on myself but i really miss it on here so im using this as a way to kind of help me cope a bit with what ive been going through recently
Y/n was never good with her emotions. Discussing them and trying to work on them, she could never reach a certain level of comfortability with the people in her life that allowed her to be that vulnerable with them. Her parents, friends, and other family members had to pry words out of her when it was clear she was struggling and no amount of therapy sessions had cured the vicious cycle. However, Lando’s peaceful presence in her life had shifted the way she operated, allowed her to open up more easily with the way he would hold her until she was ready.
He was patient, almost strategic, when it came to getting through to her. Past moments of darkness where she would try to shut him out, try to be alone in the agony, were lessons in which ways worked best to get her to realize that he was there for her, waiting with open arms and constantly ready to listen.
Easing her mind, that was Lando’s job and he was damn good at it.
He could always tell when there was a war going on beneath the walls of her head. When she would go quiet or laugh just a bit less, he caught on fast. Just like now, as he sat on the couch in their shared apartment and watched her talk to her sister on the phone in the kitchen, Lando clocked the way she wasn’t as smiley, as excited to talk to one of her favorite people in the world.
“Thursday? No, I can’t do Thursday. I’ve got some stuff to do.” She mumbled into the speaker. Lando could hear her sister respond, something about Y/n being too busy, but he couldn’t truly digest the words, too engrossed in his own mind wondering what she had Thursday.
If he remembered correctly, she had nothing scheduled.
The second sign; distancing herself from people close to her and staying inside unhealthily.
She paced the room, rounding each corner of the counter as she bit the nail on her thumb, “Friday, no… next Monday, no… next Wednesday, no…”
Their conversation continued that way until her sister gave up on trying to find a date, muttering about letting her know when the next date Y/n was available was, and hung up. His girlfriend set the phone down on the marble, head falling forward as she huffed out a breath.
“You okay, love?” He spoke, voice hesitant as to not startle very clearly something loud in her mind.
She turned her eyes, squinting at him lightly before whispering, almost too quietly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”
A tired Y/n, Lando knew, warranted clinginess. That was her usual way of remedying exhaustion, curling up in his arms wherever he was and partaking in a Power Nap. Although, there was none of that as she walked out of the kitchen, turning a corner and disappearing behind their bedroom door.
Third sign; shutting Lando out, the one he hated the most.
He scrolled through his phone for a minute more, not wanting her to know he had already realized her turmoil. He wanted her to believe that his comfort was not out of pity, but love.
When the clock reached an even number, he got up from his seated position and pattered over to their door, knocking lightly.
“Y/n? Can I come in?” He said, though there was no response. He creaked the door open, seeing her frame turned away from him as it laid on their bed, her phone illuminating the room.
Because of the darkness and the only light coming from her phone, he could easily see what she was looking at. It was as clear as day and the reason for her distance, however painful, became apparent.
A twitter thread of why Luisa was better for Lando than Y/n.
It broke his heart.
He stood for a moment, taking in the scene before him and breathing deeply, and deciding his plan of action. It only took him a few seconds, although, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to her.
Lando approached her side of the bed and when his footsteps reached the ears of his beloved, she turned her phone off quickly. He kneeled down beside her, dried tears on her cheeks not going unnoticed by him. His hand cradled the side of her face that wasn’t pushed into her pillow and he kissed her forehead.
“Baby, I saw what you were looking at.” He whispered into the quiet. His green eyes bore into hers as she willed the knot in her throat to dissipate.
Lando gently took her phone from her hands, sliding it off the bed and setting it on the night stand next to him. He nudged her shoulder, signaling for her to move over so he could squeeze into her side of their massive bed. When he laid down, his arms wrapped tightly around her frame, squeezing the skin and warming it as she nuzzled her head into his chest.
“Why are you doing this to yourself? You know they’re wrong.” He tried.
Y/n pulled away from his chest, looking up at him and using her voice, albeit wobbly, “Do I know they’re wrong? Lan, you mean so much to so many people in this world, people you don’t even know the names of.”
He nodded, “Okay, yes, what does that have to do with this?”
She sniffled, “There are so many other women that could compliment you better. Women that people know the name of. Women that have made their mark on this world just like you have. I will never be able to be what you need me to be.”
Lando shook his head, her words outrageous in his mind because she was already everything he needed, just as she was.
“Y/n, what? What are you even saying? That’s crazy. You mean everything to me. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about anyone else, anything else. You compliment my life and my happiness perfectly. That’s all that matters.”
Wetness formed beneath her eyes once more and began to fall freely as she toyed with the hem of his shirt, “What if you wake up one day and realize that Luisa is better suited for the life you lead? What if one day you wake up and I am no longer good enough for you?”
Lando gaped at her, truly at a loss for words. In his mind, everything she was saying was so incredibly wrong, she couldn’t be farther from the truth. However, from the sadden look in her eyes, he could tell that she fully believed the things flying from her mouth. That idea, the thought that she was scared one day he would no longer cherish her in the way he does now, made him all the more determined to remind how much she matters to him and how that will never change.
“Y/n, stop. Listen to yourself. Have I ever made you feel inadequate?” He questioned, staring at her fiercely as if what she was saying made him defensive. It did in a way. He was defensive of the love he had for her, taking shame in the fact that he had made her feel as though their relationship would end.
She shook her head as he brought his fingers up to wipe at the tears still falling down her skin, “No, but-”
He brought his pointer finger to her lips, “No buts, Y/n. Listen to me when I tell you this. You have been and always be more than enough for me. You are the start and end of my day, and that is something I never want to change. Being scared that one day I’ll wake up and magically have fallen out of love with you is absolutely fucking clinically insane. It’s been two years we’ve been together, Y/n, and I still badger you at the end of the day, asking what you had done because I love to hear your voice. I love your rambles and I love the way you love me. There’s nothing that’s going to make me want to stop loving you because there’s really no going back. I’m in this with you and I always will be. You need to believe that. Believe me when I say the only way we will end is lying next to each other on our death beds with rings on our left fingers from our wedding decades ago.”
“That’s kind of morbid.” She whispered, a small smile gracing her features as his words sunk beneath her skin.
He chucked and leaned further into her, “It’s true. There will come a time where I get on one knee in front of you and beg you to be with me for the rest of our lives. There will come a time where I will stand in front of all of our friends and family, and declare my love for you and certainty over marrying you. I know these things will happen because I am interchangeably in love with you. And I know you are with me too. So, just leave social media be, baby. Stay here in this moment with me, push all those disgusting fans away and listen to my words. I love you,” He shook her head lightly in his hands as he spoke, “You are worthy of my love and love in general, and there will never come a singular moment where even the thought of leaving you passes my brain. We are it for each other, love. This is it for me.”
Her body relaxed fully into his arms and further into the bed as they stared at each other. Y/n giggled at his words and he smiled down at her, still holding her face whilst lightly rubbing excess tears in her soft skin.
A silence passed before Y/n mumbled, “I think I’m going to delete my social media platforms for a while. Take some time off and get back on track.”
Warmth swelled in Lando’s chest, threatening to spill out from his mouth at overwhelming amounts of it within his body.
“I’m so proud of you, love.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly. He pecked her lips lovingly, sweet nothings spilling from his mouth in the form of the warmth that had been drowning him.
They stayed that way for a few hours, both falling in out of sleep in the arms of the other. And when crickets chirped and the clock read an ungodly time, Lando pulled Y/n from bed, into their bathroom, where he showed her how much he loved her. A bath, some face masks, and low music that he made her dance with him along to, all worked as ways for him to tangibly exude the feelings he had for her. No longer were the ex’s of his past, no longer were jealous fans, no longer were thoughts of unworthiness.
Just him, her, and the love that would never die out.
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Good Tidings
Josh Futturman x GN!Reader
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Summary: You and Josh barely have any time to yourselves due time traveling nonstop, trying to save the fate of humanity. However, being at the Futturman’s Christmas dinner party granted you two a fair amount of time.
Word Count: 2.9k
Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender neutral reader (no genitals specified, it’s just vague penetration), cockwarming, lots of fluff, takes place during Future Man S1E6 “A Blowjob Before Dying”, too much shitty sex jokes n puns (im sorry) (not), giddy+silly+sweet love making, you think you are sooo fucking funny, more goofy than serious/lustful, you two are very much in love, more plot (high ass dialogue) than porn tbh
(A/n: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!! Hope you enjoy this muahahaha and thank you all for your recent support! First smut written on this account, so be gentle with me please !)
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You, Tiger, Wolf, and Josh were at the Futturman household, schedule disrupted due to the reluctance of Josh’s parents. They insisted that you all join them for their small Christmas dinner party. You were all sat down at the dining table, as well as the neighbors, Josh’s Uncle Barry, and Diane’s friend, Wanda (who was especially invited to perhaps keep Barry at bay).
While Tiger was mostly impatient and displeased with every mindless convo and laughter, talk revolved around several topics like DNA kits or Wolf’s strangely fascinating culinary.
You sat beside your boyfriend, Josh, slightly nervous about the time you were wasting. Ever since you’ve been dragged into the whole ‘Biotic Wars is real’ and ‘kill or be killed’ shit, you and Josh have been dealing with the worst, unimaginable shit ever. With the two of your adrenaline wearing off, you gradually processed everything that’s happened the past few days since you were never given a break. Hence the hand holding under the table as you two would seek comfort from one another.
But you attempted to distract yourself from the deaths you’ve witnessed and the near-death experiences you’ve had to your best ability by indulging in every conversation.
“Gabe, honey, tell them about—about the recent fishing trip we went on,” Josh’s mother, Diane encouraged to her husband with her sweet, achingly kind voice. You had so much respect for Josh’s parents, so it was pretty easy for you all to hit it off well. They loved you. In fact, they were heavily relieved that Josh had finally found someone, let alone someone as amazing as you.
Gabe let out a hearty chuckle as he prepared himself to tell the table his story.
“So, a couple of days ago, Diane and I went on a small fishing trip. And I remembered an old trick back in the day that attracted a lot of trout,” he explained as you picked up your glass of wine, sipping some generously. Diane smiled at him with a nod as he continued. “One of the very efficient ways to go about fish bait is blowing worms.”
You choke on your wine, holding in a laugh, coughing a bit instead as Josh looks at you with a knowing smile. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying not to grin too widely. Did you hear that right?
“Blowing worms,” Gabe repeated, getting a confined chuckle out of you and Josh. “You inflate the worms with air, which makes them float instead of having your bait be at the very bottom. It’s perfect, especially near the winter time. Worked like a charm.”
“Ohh,” you gasp in wonder. You chuckle to yourself before you spontaneously say, “Yeah, actually, I think I did do that a few times. Blew a-a worm.”
You looked at Josh, thinking you were being hilarious, but he looked at you with surprised eyes and parted lips of shock that slowly transitioned into a smile.
“Really?” Josh’s father expressed with intrigue. “I didn’t even know you fish. You have someone teach you that method, or—”
“Oh, no, Mr. Futturman, I,” you speak as you occasionally switch from looking at him to Josh. “I think it’s a very popular method. It’s a pretty natural instinct, you know? Blowing worms, that is.”
“Wow, really? Always thought it was an old-fashioned sort of thing.”
“Nah, far from old-fashioned, it’s almost contemptuous!”
You did pretty well at suppressing your laughter, because you sounded really earnest. Josh covered his mouth, amused by your subtle humor.
“Joshy, we didn’t know that Y/n likes fishing. We could’ve taken them on our trip. In fact, we could’ve all went,” Diane suggests as she looked at Josh and then you.
It was like everyone at the table was blind to your immature, yet humorous implication. Except, of course, your boyfriend.
“Oh, no worries, Mrs. Futturman,” you insisted kindly. “I don’t usually fish. Plus, blowing worms can be very exhausting.”
“Y/n—” Josh reacted, but interrupted himself with a suppressed laugh.
“You think so?” Mr. Futturman raised an eyebrow. “I just stick a syringe in them, inflate it, and bam, it’s all thick and ready to g—”
You and Josh burst out laughing, holding onto the table and each other. You swore there were slight tears coming out of your eyes as both of your faces were red. You felt overjoyed to feel happiness and delight for the first time ever since your involvement in the mission. And you felt even more glad that it was your boyfriend that you fooled around with.
“Sorry, sorry,” Josh says after his laughter died down as the entire table was confused. “I just—We just thought about a, um, moment when—Um… Actually, Y/n and I did go fishing once. Isn’t that—isn’t that right?”
You nod and go along with it, detaining your giggles.
“Well, anyways, we actually did that method, and yeah, you’re right, it works like a charm!” He exclaimed with joy as his parents smile at him with approval and pride.
“Bet the worm was pretty small, huh?” Tiger jumped in wittily, however, in a coldly nonchalant manner.
“And pathetic!” Wolf blurted.
“Hey, even if that might’ve been true—might’ve—it-it probably had a personality, you know?” He reckoned with a shrug, making you laugh again.
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“You are—are fucking terrible, you know that?” Josh quickly muttered under his breath as you two continued to kiss each other deeply on his bed. “Those were my parents.”
“C’mon, baby, admit it, it was comedy gold,” you giggle, pressing your lips to his once more by tugging his black, skinny necktie towards you as you remained sitting on his lap.
The dinner party was still going on downstairs. After a long time of looking at each other longingly at the table, you two decided to excuse yourselves in order to “prepare gifts for Josh’s coworkers that he forgotten to wrap” in his room.
When you guys rushed in his room, you couldn’t take your hands off each other, immediately making out once the door was locked. However, you then had to close all his blinds before you met him back on the bed. This wasn’t new to you, none of it was. The soft, warm orange that his room’s light emitted strangely comforted you, as well as being back on his soft, spacey mattress.
Was it a good idea to leave Tiger and Wolf alone with Josh’s family and company? Probably not. But you’ve taught them enough shit. They tolerate Josh’s parents, so why not a few other guests as well? And you’ll only be gone for no longer than five minutes, you’d hoped.
You bring your hands to his pants, attempting to unbuckle his belt. “Shit—What the—What the fuck is this?” You grumble, Josh laughing at you as you struggle.
“I think it’s—” He giggled, bringing his own hands to his belt, trying to remove it, pulling. “I think it’s stuck.”
“What the shit?” You wheeze. “Fuckin’—Fuckin’ cock block!” You continue to mess with the belt, trying your best to unbuckle it.
“Wait, you—you’re almost there, you—”
“Oh my god! Holy shit! I got it!” You let out a surprised gasp, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants right after.
“Oh shit! Flawless victory!” He exclaimed, making you stop in your tracks, looking back up at him.
“You did not just quote Mortal Kombat because I successfully unbuckled your belt,” you raise an eyebrow, nevertheless amused by his dorkiness.
“Maybe,” he answered smugly.
“You’re lucky I am in love with you, otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have let that slide,” you chuckle.
“Oh, come on. You’d love my video game references either way,” he insisted.
“I’m serious, Josh, the amount of things I’ve let slide because I love you is kind of crazy. Let me just say, I am so glad I met you after the ‘apple juice’ incident that Ray told me about.”
“Ray told you about that?”
“He told me a lot of things. Mostly the embarrassing things. I think he wanted to freak me out, you know? Always thought I was too good for you.”
You pulled his pants off, throwing it carelessly down on the floor. Your lips attached once more as he snickered as you then cupped his face with your warm hands. You look at your lover, his big, brown, desperate eyes looking at you with utmost adoration. “Well, jokes on him, he was entirely wrong. You are so good to me, you know that?”
He smiles at you softly, and you could sense how flustered he felt to hear that (the blushing patently gave it away). “You’re the one who’s been on my side since forever. Even when you got involved in all this shit that you didn’t even have to be in. You-You could’ve called me crazy, and-and broken up with me, but you believed me and stayed by my side, even knowing that things were gonna get dirty. And they did, get really dirty.” Rest in peace Janis and Carl? Or, rather, die, you evil perf-cocks? Eh, doesn’t fucking matter. “You’re so good for me, sometimes I can’t believe you’re even real.”
You giggle sweetly as you give him another kiss, a quiet smack caused by your lips deftly leaving his own to speak. “Well, I’m here and I’m real, and I’ll always be there for you, baby,” you reassure. You were perfect for him. Indefinitely.
He smiled blissfully. “I love you so much.”
You two made out passionately until you were laying under him, the lower halves of your bodies bare as you discarded the necessary clothes.
“Do you think your parents and everyone else knew about the worm thing or are they just that… I don’t know… clueless?” You asked endearingly under your breath as your fingers entangle in his soft, brown hair.
“Hmm. Possibly,” he reckons, raising his eyebrows as he thought about it. “That was still kind of evil of you, though.”
“Me, personally, I thought it was hilarious.”
“Blowing worms?”
“C’mon, your father set himself up for that.”
“Tiger called it small,” he muttered lamentably. “And Wolf said it was pathetic.”
“Jeez, whatever happened to personality?” You chuckle softly.
He sighed. “They still sort of called me out.”
“Shut up. It’s average, to say the least. Doesn’t matter either way, you’re enough.”
“But—”
“Josh, if it bothers you this much, then just prove them wrong right now,” you reply with a laugh.
“As in—?”
“Josh, c’mon, we don’t have time anyways. They’re expecting us any minute because of that shitty made-up story excuse. I love foreplay, dude, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t acknowledge the time at all. Quickies are definitely not our cup of tea. Y—” Your breath hitched as you felt his tip prod at your sensitive entrance. He gave you a soft, comforting kiss on the nose. You looked into each other’s eyes deeply, then your lips crashed into each other’s as the two of you stifled your moans once Josh finally thrusted in.
“Y-You know you’re p-perfect just the—mm—way you are, right?” You ask gently, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He smiled at this, kissing your lips once more, beginning to move. Your heart fluttered each second you felt him thrust in and out, slightly and satisfyingly stretching you. His hips moved quite skillfully, but also slightly clumsily, which was nonetheless admirable.
Your usual soft moans and gasps would be replaced by stifled grunts and sighs, due to the company downstairs. As much as you wanted the whole world to know that Josh Futturman was yours and only yours, you also had dignity—plus, it was his goddamn parents downstairs.
You giggled as you felt his nose against yours each rough kiss. “Y-You know, however, I think the only complaint I have about you is the fact that you hate Super Mario Bros.” You point out with a chuckle.
“Y/n, in my—agh—defense, it literally makes no sense. Like, why would there be pipes that are—”
“Okay, why rely solely on logic and rationality, hm, Futturman? I thought video games were all about escape. It’s all just harmless fun.”
“Yeah, well, I’m much more into games with thought-out plots and challenges,” he remarked, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Anyways, it pretty much just got ruined for me even more when Tracy at the video game store talked about Luigi having a very hairy, Italian cock.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Baby, I love you. However, your goddamn dick is currently inside of me. Please do not talk about Luigi’s theoretic hairy penis.”
“Noted,” he assents, going back to kissing you passionately, while moving slowly inside of you, yet deeper with each thrust. You let out a quiet, pleasured gasp as you felt him fill you perfectly, his hands lovingly gripping your waist to keep you still.
Your eyes closed as you indulged in the feeling of his gentle thrusts, him peppering kisses on your neck, softly chuckling under his breath. He guessed he was still in disbelief that he had someone as amazing as you.
“I… I still can’t believe someone as perfect as you would ever go out with a loser like me,” he scoffed, pressing more kisses against your neck and jaw.
“Hey, seriously?” You frown, holding his face in your hands once more, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You are… a lot of things, Josh. But a loser isn’t one of them. Okay? You are so kind and funny and caring and thoughtful a-and—m-mm—amazing i-in general.”
“I—Fuck. I—I don’t deserve you,” he panted.
“J-Jesus Christ, sh-shut your fuckin’ rathole. Yes you do, baby. You deserve me as much as I deserve you.”
It was becoming harder to focus on your words as you continued to feel an increased sensation and pleasure as his thrusts quicken and falter. You let out a small gasp as you tense things up by wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him in even deeper. You two had been speaking and giggling to each other constantly that you didn’t even notice the lewd, wet, slapping against the skin that came from each heavy thrust. Josh grabbed one of your hands, interlocking your fingers tightly on the mattress beside your head.
“J-Josh, I—” You begin breathlessly.
“I know, me too,” he grunts as soft, inaudible whimpers and whines leave his lips while the movement of his hips stuttered. His rhythm was becoming unsteady, but it was also increasing in speed. “I—Y/n, f-fuck, I’m c—”
“Sh-shit, baby, I—” You pant as you felt closer and closer over the edge, every mere feeling increasing your stimulation. You bring your hand to cover your mouth and suppress any loud moans as you finally released, the knot in your stomach undoing itself as you sigh afterwards once your hand left your mouth. Josh came exactly right after you as his hips jolted for the final time, spilling his warm, white seed inside of you, burying his face in your neck to muffle a high-pitched grunt and acute whines.
You two were breathing heavily, kissing each other’s lips softly and lovingly after you both came down from your high. You two never moved from your position, still fragile and sore. Josh caressed the side of your waist under your shirt, his head resting in your neck as you moved your hand to play with his hair, holding him in your arms.
“This is probably the only time we’ll have together alone before we have to continue with the damn mission,” you figured, tangling his strands of hair in between your fingers.
“It’s bullshit,” he mumbles, his thumb continuing to rub your waist.
“Enjoy the moment while we can?” You suggested with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed dejectedly.
A beat.
“Hm,” you hum thoughtfully.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing, I just… I like it whenever you’re inside of me,” you comment softly. This was probably the most affectionately vulnerable and honest you have been with him. Your tone lacked any intention for humor or lust; you were genuine.
He lifted his head up from your neck. “Seriously?”
“I don’t know. It just feels right. You know, as if you were, like, made for me exactly,” you whispered lovesickly, looking down at his sweet, plump lips to his profound, gorgeous brown eyes. “I wanna stay like this a little longer. You’re so perfect for me. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, kissing your lips soothingly.
Then suddenly,
“Futturman! L/n! Get out of there, we gotta go now! Operation Cameronium!” Tiger called from the other side of the door. “Goddamnit. The fucking—tiny man—baby thing—is, just, really starting to piss me off. Let’s go!”
You and Josh looked at each other for a while in silence before bursting out into laughter.
“We-we better go before she considers murdering little baby Wallace,” you suggest with a soft smile.
“Yeah… Wait. Do you really think—”
“No…” You answer before he could finish his sentence. “I know she seems all stoic on the outside, but I feel like the past few days, she changed a bit. Empathy-wise. Slightly, at the very least.” Josh nods.
“I’m really gonna miss this,” he sighs.
“Me too. But don’t worry, once we fix everything, we have all the time in the world together,” you assert.
“Okay,” he smiles sweetly, kissing your lips before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you to feel empty and slightly bummed.
The two of you, with your clothes back on and hair quickly fixed, you waltzed downstairs with no problem. Your hands had been interlocked, faces a bit flushed as you smile to yourselves.
“You two sure look happy,” Diane expresses joyfully. “You really got into the Christmas spirit, wrapping all those gifts upstairs, huh?”
You giggled under your breath. “Oh, yeah, definitely, Mrs. Futturman. Uh, very much so. I really love Christmas, you know? The gift wrapping Joshy and I did upstairs and, you know, all the Christmas traditions. ‘Specially, ‘specially the yule log.” You look at Josh with a knowing grin as he just listened in, suspecting nothing at all. “Really makes you feel warm inside, am I right?”
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xazse · 3 months
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im in heat (ovulating) and I jus can't stop thinking about scaramouche helping his lil bunny out when shes in heat:(
love ur content btw, I literally shit myself when I found out u also wrote for jjk.. can I kiss u platonically
SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER
Notes: This is for you<3 and I’m glad you liked my jjk readings, (ofc you can have a platonic kiss!!!) HOPE YOU ENJOY<33
Tags: Smut all around! Tit-sucking, mentions of blowjobs, hybrid!reader, Heats
Pairings: SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER
You’ve been downright annoying, constantly bugging him with your insatiable behavior, whether it’s you gripping onto him for him to stay in bed with you, or it’s you rubbing yourself on him at night trying to stir him awake.
He doesn’t know what’s wrong with you, after another evening of you interrupting his private time he’s done. He takes you to the on site doctor, it doesn’t take 20 minutes before the doctor automatically says you’re in a “heat” since Scaramouche is confused the doctor gathers this must be your first one. He says that whatever needs you may be whining about can either be fulfilled or he can leave you to some specialists he knows, Scaramouche agaisnt that and just takes you back.
He’s taken a week off just for you, you should be happy for him to rot in this room with you constantly in his face, and you are, you show that in a tenthfold.
The first day is spent with you pawing at him and urging him to remove his clothing and yours as well. He can admit it is a little cute to see you beg.
Precise hands slip off your panties, you’re hot to the touch and absolutely dripping, poor bunny being denied for so long due to his confusion. His fingers slip into your cunt and begin fingering you, you’re positioned on your back with both legs spread out wide. Your small plush tail is twitching everytime he plunges his fingers deep into you, hearing small whimpers leaving your throat. His fingers are relentless with their assault on your sensitive insides, he makes sure to press on your spot every so often, sending you into a flurry of sexual emotions.
When he continues, he’s just surprised at the amount of cum coating his hands, the copious amount of slick close to his wrist. You look like you’re on cloud nine, glossed eyes, glossy lips covered in your drool is making him throb.
He quickly unbuttons his pants, letting his fat cock free. He uses his cum covered hand and coats his cock generously, you start to mewl at the loss of his fingers, already attempting to sit up he pushes you to lay back down.
“Relax woman” he scoffs out, your eyes wind down to the way he’s stroking himself, getting off to just the needy expression on your face, you take it a step further by lifting up your shirt, you didn’t even bother with a bra today. This really does the trick and he pounces onto you, so quick to line his cock up with your hole.
A few minutes later and he’s balls deep inside of you, your legs are wrapped around his torso, arms wrapped around his neck and your loud moans going right into his ear. His hips are moving so fast, cock bullying into you, you’re stuffed to the brim: yelping about how good it feels, how much you love him, it’s not long before your entire body pulls him closer and your cumming all around him.
The days afterwards are so dizzying, sex is all that plagues your mind, the room ends up being so hot, so sweaty, all you can think about is the thick cock filling you up, cumming inside you nonstop. Once he’d grabbed your tall ears while you were sucking him off, your fingers wildly rubbing your clit, and you let out the loudest Moan, you slumped against him, panting open mouthed: signaling that you just came for the 2nd time that random night.
The make-out sessions were just as dirty, it was mainly scara shoving his tongue down your throat, holding you by the wrists tight so you couldn’t pull back from it. He barely gave you time to take a break to breathe, lewd slurping sounds resonate through the room.
Scara also pleasures you by sucking on your breasts, though most times the stimulation isn’t there, but with your heat it’s at an all time high, your fingers tightens into his hair, urging him to not stop sucking.
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