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this wip doesnt have an official title, so read it& vote in the poll to help me pick!

its the thomas knife kink fic& its at 2.4k words

Not many people knew about Thomas' collection of knives. Everyone collected something and for your boyfriend, it was different types of knives. He had them in every possible type, from all different price ranges, in varying degrees of ornateness. It was more than you could have possibly imagined when he offered to show you his 'little assortment' on your fourth visit to his apartment.

To someone else this might have been a scary moment, it could have been perceived as a threat. But by that point you had been well on your way to falling in love with him. You were captivated by him, fascinated by every detail you learnt and greedy to know them all. You had enjoyed the pride on his face as he showed the collection off to you, neatly and safely stored away.

There was a lot to admire in his catalogue. Your eyes had been especially drawn to the daggers with elegant and unique handles. But you also appreciated the blades with appearances so modern and streamlined that they almost looked like they were from the future.

Some had been made especially for him, which was seriously impressive. He had offered to teach you how to throw knives, a skill his dad had long ago shared with him.

He had let you hold a few of his favourites from the collection. You had liked the way they each felt in your hand, instantly getting the appeal of owning such an item.

But what you had liked most of all was the way the knife looked in his hand. It had prompted staring. What you had seen on his face was the calmness of a man confident in the control he wielded. It was somewhat similar to the look he wore when performing a guitar solo before a huge crowd, when he tapped into his talent and let his instincts lead the way.

It had also reminded you of the look he got when he was sexually dominating you. Once the knives were returned to their safe holds, you had put the moves on him. He had gone along with your seductive efforts, resulting in you getting fucked against a wall in the room where the knives were kept. That had been the first instance of him (or anyone) spitting on you, and your immediate reaction had been to say ‘thank you, Daddy’.

At the time, you had assumed it was the look on his face that had gotten you so enticed and insatiable.

But when he got home from a shopping excursion with Victoria, talking about the new knife he had purchased and your first reaction was to get very excited - it seemed a deeper assessment of the situation was necessary. You admitted to yourself that it was more than wanting him to show off the possession, as you would with a new jacket, or another thrift store find.

This wasn’t about seeing the dagger. This was about seeing him with it, what he would do with it. You wanted to watch him harness the danger, wanted to witness him exerting the control.

“Show me your new toy.” You said, moving in closer to where he had joined you on the sofa.

He paused, not diving his hands into the shopping bags within reach, instead giving you a look bordering on stern. “My love, the knives are not toys, not even a little bit.”

“Well I know that. I just meant that the way you collect them is like how people collect toys. And you wanna show it off to me like a kid with a new toy, don’t you?”

This got him to begin subtly smiling. “I do wanna show it off. Especially this one, it’s sick.”

You smiled, watching as he picked up the bag that held his new dagger. He pulled it out and brought it out of the provided fabric sheath. The handle was brushed metal with some patterning that drew the eye to a skull print centrepiece, in a darker shade of grey. The darker grey pattern carried through onto the base of the blade, which was polished silver. He told you that this shape was called Wharncliffe, but this particular blade was longer than what was standard. You nodded along - it was impossible to tell if you would retain any of this information, but you loved getting to hear it all.

He held the handle out to you. "Do you wanna hold it?"

"No, I don't need to hold it. I can see it fine from here." You said.

He gently gestured through the air with it and you couldn't help noticing how sharp that long blade looked, catching the overhead light. "Are you sure? 'Cause you're really looking at it, studying it, I'd say. So you can look at it closer, if you need to."

"I'm not-... I like watching you with it." You said, your voice a bit quieter than before.

He smiled and placed the end of the handle beneath your chin, maintaining enough pressure to ensure that you couldn't look away from his gaze. "You like it? What does it make you feel?"

You bit your bottom lip. "I don't know how to say it in a way that won't make you think I'm weird."

"When have I ever thought you were weird, or judged you for feeling a certain way?" He asked.

"You've never done that." You said.

"That's right, so tell me what you're feeling. Don't make me wait, my love." He said.

You shifted in your seat. "I don't really know how to explain it correctly because I'm still figuring it out for myself."

"It doesn't have to be eloquent, it should just be honest." He said.

You nodded your head, though the movement was more restricted than usual. "I'm feeling like I'm vulnerable, really vulnerable. But I don't hate it, in fact I think it's making me horny. I'm really concentrating on everything that's happening, like, I'm not the least bit distracted. And I'm so, so aware of how much my heart is beating."

"That wasn't so hard to tell me, was it?" He asked.

"No."

"Maybe we could explore this a little more?" He asked and that had your breath coming in quicker. “What’s your safe word?”

“Cheese.” You obediently provided, knowing that his goal wasn’t to push you to the point where you had to say it.

He took the knife away from your chin, holding it closer to his own chest for the moment. In a flash, he had repositioned on the sofa, putting his feet to the cushion as he crouched. His empty hand went to your hip, guiding you to face him all the more. Then he was leaning his body weight into you, pushing your back down to the seat.

You happily went along with this, hurrying to kiss him back as he climbed on top of you. The room shrank down to just this sofa as his body perfectly overlapped yours. You took your first opportunity to wrap your arms around him, holding him close as the kiss drew on. You felt him apply his hips to yours. He supported himself with both hands on the sofa, the knife held in the hand that was on the backrest.

“Is this helping with that horny feeling you were telling me about, my love?” He asked.

You began to push your hands in under his shirt, feeling the need to answer with actions as well as words. “Definitely.”

There was a smile on his face as he tilted his head, moving in closer again. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were anticipating the next kiss. He surprised you by instead dragging his tongue along your upper lip.

As he drew his tongue back into his mouth, he also brought your upper lip in as well. He concentrated his kisses just on this lip before progressing to sucking. You moaned in response to feeling the graze of his teeth on your tender flesh, he teased you with a hint of pressure and you wanted to assert that the lip belonged to him, along with the rest of your body. The prospect of his continuing nibbling doing damage to the lip prompted an excited heat to spread beneath your skin.

When he pulled back you were breathless, feeling your neediness rising up as a tangible presence within your body. As the wait for his next move continued, you opened your eyes.

That was when you saw the knife, it was directly in your line of sight. Your breathing immediately shallowed when you saw how he had brought it towards your face. The room shrank down even further as you stared at that blade closer than before. He was holding it by the handle, perfectly in control of the weapon inches from your face. He twirled it in his hand, allowing you to watch the blade slowly turn in a complete circle, drawing your attention to how sharp it appeared.

He licked his lips as he smiled. “Are you still feeling really vulnerable?”

“Yes, yes I am.” You said.

“Great, ‘cause that’s how Daddy wants you.” He said and you squirmed through your mounting anticipation. “You’re so sexy like this.”

He moved the knife a little lower, now directed toward your throat, but the distance between the blade and your skin was comforting. You trusted that the only threat was for the sake of play, so you could concentrate on returning his next kisses.

His kisses were slow and sensual. It wasn’t like when he rushed at you in a frenzy of passion, seemingly hellbent on robbing you of any breath. He was moving carefully, probably testing at your patience for his own amusement. His lips lingered and you were feeling only brief touches from the tip of his tongue.

It was lovely, but you needed so much more. You followed your yearning because you knew how much it turned him on to see you desperate. For a pause his mouth left yours and you felt him ease back a little. But you refused to accept this. With your eyes shut, you began to lift your head, determined to recapture his mouth.

Before you could reach him, you felt something cool and thin reach the skin on your throat. You furrowed your brow at this unexpected, solid item touching you.

You opened your eyes to the sight of him smiling, looking even more pleased now. From your point of view, you couldn’t see what he was holding against you. But you could see his fist and what his fingers were wrapped around. The handle of his brand new dagger.

You laid your head down again, your breath stopping for a moment. The look in his eyes was of control and certainty. He was confident in what he was doing, possessing all of the authority that he needed.

“Bella, should we keep playing?” He asked.

“Play? But I thought you said they’re not toys.” You said.

“The knives aren’t toys. But you- you’re my toy.” He clarified, making your heart flutter. “Get it?”

You just nodded your head, your concentration going to committing what he had just said to memory. It was instantly going into your mental Hall of Fame as possibly the hottest thing ever said to you. You would be thinking about this (and the tone of his voice and the way he was currently looking at you) long after you left his home next. This was as significant to you as the first time he had said I love you, maybe it was just as flattering.

His gaze softened momentarily. “Do you want to, or need to stop playing?”

“No.” You said at once. “I trust you, Thomas.”

You saw how this pleased him before the firm dominant took over again. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

“Always.” It felt like you were stating the obvious.

He remained leaning just outside of what you could reach to kiss, continuing to hold the knife hovering above your skin. “Come on then, come and give me a kiss- or thirty, or however many you want.”

You didn’t try to get a look at the dagger. Instead you kept your eyes on your goal - him.

There was some intimidation, which he was certainly aware of. But the arousal was so much stronger, it was overpowering, in fact. You needed him so badly that you would do whatever it took. You lifted your head and leaned forward.

The dagger touched your skin and you were determined to push through the trepidation. There wasn’t any pain when it pushed against you and then you got to his lips.

He kissed you back with as much intensity as before and you were feeling like you had genuinely claimed a prize. His unoccupied fingers caressed the side of your face as you savoured just how connected your bodies felt.

But then you started to notice the distance between your mouths. He wasn’t as close as you needed and little pauses separated one kiss from the next. This could have been time to catch your breath, but you would have much preferred to feel his lips and tongue. He brushed his nose against yours, then didn’t follow this up with a kiss.

So you extended yourself again, making the kiss happen. The blade was now firmly pressed into your skin, rigid and unyielding. But this wasn’t the detail that you concentrated on. You lived for the collisions of your mouths, he was letting you suck on his lip a bit.

He stroked your skin and it seemed ultra-soft in contrast to the sting that the blade had begun to bring. Your heart was thundering in your ears, but you couldn’t stop to acknowledge this.

He brought about the next stop. Sensing that he had moved a bit too far this time, you unhappily opened your eyes. The knife was just as close but he had propped himself up and entirely out of kissing range.

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pjisskullourful · 12 days

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You are sold to Lady Dimitrescu to be her newfound pet. You aren’t complaining.

the first chapter of that fic i promised is now up!! it’s surprising how much i can type when I’m simping lol

There will be more chapters, I’ll post updates whenever i get a new one cranked out!!

and because you two replied I’m @’ing you @lightspica @cheshire-observer

#obsessed!!#goals #manifesting this life for myself 🙏#guess i've got a fuckin mummy kink now

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pjisskullourful · 12 days

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new, extensive preview for a thomas wip that i am supremely enjoying called

THE MOTH

wordcount: 5,171 (explicit af)

“So I’m not the last one awake.”

You looked up to find that Thomas was nudging your bedroom door further open. Your older brother’s best friend, you had expected that he would be passed out, along with the other guys that had come to your apartment for a place to crash after drinking the night away at their favourite bar.

Your brother, Ben was a great roommate - he was never late with paying his share of the bills and any disagreements that came up between the two of you were easily settled.

He always let out know when he was expecting guests, so you had known that some of his friends would be spending the night. It wasn’t a big deal, this had happened a few times before.

But you had been hoping to avoid spending any time alone with Thomas - a goal that you had been holding onto for the past two months. And you thought that you had succeeded. He had been out of sight and out of mind for you as you laid in your bed, lazily scrolling through the offerings on your Reddit homepage, planning to be asleep at any minute.

It hadn’t always been this way between the two of you. In the two years that you had known him, you had come to view him as a friend. He shared your love of The Simpsons, he was a worthy opponent in your favourite video games and he got your sense of humour. Typically, it wasn’t difficult to strike up a conversation with him. The two of you even shared a few inside jokes.

But right now you didn’t want to share a single thing with the guitarist. It was hard to not be annoyed at him for invading your calm, controllable solitude. And you were mentally cursing yourself for not shutting your door all the way.

“How come you’re still awake, principessa?” He asked, taking one step over the threshold and into your room. “It must be past your bedtime.”

You worked to keep your eyes on the screen of your phone, it didn’t matter that you weren’t finding anything interesting to read. “I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, and scrolling on your phone will definitely help that.” He said sarcastically.

“I would have guessed that you’d be a zombie just like the others.” You said.

“Designated driver.” He said.

“And now you’re the designated lurker in my bedroom.”

“First of all, I’m not in your room, I’m in the doorway.” He said. “And second of all, I’m not lurking. Your light got my attention when I was coming back from the bathroom, so I figured I’d say hey. It was pretty stupid of me to forget that you don’t say hey anymore, not since you started to hate me.”

This succeeded in tearing your eyes off of your phone, looking at the familiar blonde, even as unfamiliar feelings rose up in you. “I don’t hate you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. So how come this is the most that you’ve said to me for the past two months?”

You sat up a little, unsure of how to answer this. There were so many things in your head and you were only willing to share a fraction of this with him. But you didn’t really know where to start. “Believe me, it’s not that I hate you- oh, at all.”

He took another step into the room. “Alright, hate was too strong of a word. But clearly you don’t like me very much, not like you used to. You’ve put all this distance between us. Do you remember how close we used to be, like literally close?”

This evoked vivid memories - hours spent on the couch together playing video games, usually as part of a group, but sometimes just the two of you. You would sit side-by-side, your leg pressed to his. More than once you had even sat in his lap, refusing to let him sit on the cold tiled floor when no other places were available. Then you had had Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers to distract you.

But now you were without the luxury of a single distraction. You met his gaze, feeling less annoyed as more time passed.

“Did I do something?” He asked. “Because if I did something to piss you off, I’d really like it if you would let me apologise. I wanna get back to us being friends. Nobody gets my references the way you do.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He furrowed his brow. “So you just picked up this attitude towards me ‘cause you were bored, or something? I think that makes it worse.”

“I do not have an attitude with you.”

He laughed dryly. “Yes, you do. Come on principessa, just admit it. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the way that you check me out.”

You tried to keep your voice as firm as possible. “I do not check you out.”

He was smirking as he shook his head. “Deny one more thing, I fucking dare you.”

“Thomas…” You said, attempting to reclaim even a shred of authority in this situation.

“Keep your voice down. Jeez, do you wanna wake the whole building up?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, but inside you were cringing. You had always tried to keep your curious glances of him subtle, you only looked when you thought the coast was clear.

It’s not like you wanted to look, you weren’t actively trying to get drawn in by him. But those speedos that he wore to the beach left very little to the imagination, it was the kind of thing you couldn’t help noticing.

“If you don’t check me out on the regular, then why are you blushing so much?” He asked.

You didn’t have any defence to that, you were too intimidated to think of a sassy comeback. You looked down at your inactive phone as he took another step into your room. Silently, he closed the door behind himself.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed over checking me out. Because the only reason that I’ve noticed is because I’m so often checking you out.” He said and you raised your head a little. “What can I say? I’m a big fan of how you look in yoga pants.”

Now you were blushing even more - why hadn’t you ever recognised this? The thoughts that you knew you shouldn’t be thinking were gaining more power.

You could have brushed this comment off by calling him a pervert and turning the teasing around on him. But instead you were feeding those thoughts. Thoughts you typically entertained during these early hours of the morning.

“So, who’s gonna say it first?” He asked and you lifted your eyes to look at him. But you were too out of your depth to feel like you could speak. “You have a crush on me.”

You didn’t nod your head, nor did you deny his statement.

Instead you were thinking back to how it had started - a little over two months ago, at a Måneskin show. It hadn’t been your first time seeing him perform with his band. But it had been the first time of taking along your best friend, Domenica. During one of his guitar solos, he had come to the front of the stage, towards where you had been standing in the crowd. This had prompted Domenica to lean in, speaking into your ear.

‘Is he single?’ She had asked, thoroughly surprising you. ‘He’s not really my type, but just imagine what else he could do with those fingers…’

You hadn’t made that connection before. You knew he was a ridiculously talented guitarist, but you had never just watched how his fingers worked. At times almost too quick to keep up with, confident and powerful, hitting one flawless note after another without any hesitation.

It was seriously impressive. And, thanks to Domenica’s new insights, it was also seriously arousing.

She had taken the thoughts that you held of this man that you knew so well, and shifted it all. You had always known that Thomas was attractive, cute in his uniqueness. But now you had been forced to face the fact that you were attracted to him.

It had changed too much for you. And you hadn’t known how to act normally around him with all of this new clutter in your head. So you had made excuses, retreating as you hoped for this phase to pass.

But now everything was coming to light and you had no chance of retreating.

He was smiling, a look you were so familiar with. “I’m not used to this whole shy girl thing from you, it’s cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” You asked.

“Yeah, I have functioning eyes, don’t I?” He said, coming right over to your bed. “Can I sit down here?”

There was a desk chair that he could take up, or he could sit on the floor rug.

But you were quite taken with the idea of having him closer than that.

“I should’ve said something sooner, I never wanted you to think that I hated you, ‘cause I never did.” You said as he sat down towards the end of the bed. “If I had known that’s what you were thinking, I would’ve… But I didn’t know how to say it and I was scared of everything changing, so I just tried to deal… I should’ve said something.”

One of his hands was resting on top of the covers and you couldn’t help noticing that it was within your reach. It would be different to any of the other times you had casually grabbed his hand. It might lead to more.

“I’ve been wishing for you to say something, principessa.” He said. “Not because I was thinking that you hated me- although that definitely sucked. But because it was wasting our time. Do you know what we could have been doing in that time?”

You smiled as you watched him leaning in closer. “What?”

He raised his hand, applying it to your cheek, where his fingers stroked across your heated skin. “I’m sure you can use your imagination…”

He came in even closer, his hazel eyes moving down to your lips. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath as you tilted your head to the side. There was a feeling of warmth in your gut as you moved in closer as well.

When your lips met it was an instant rush of relief. Everything you had been trying to hold back and keep secret was now allowed to flow freely.

Everything that you had been feeling now made sense and you confidently moved with him to deepen the kiss. There weren't any awkward hesitations, it was all smooth movements as your lips got acquainted with his. You rested your hand on his knee, letting out a dreamy sigh when you felt his tongue caressing your lower lip. You eased your mouth open for him as his fingers continued to tenderly stroke your cheek.

Your heart was racing and you yearned for more when he gently broke the kiss. You rested your forehead to his, continuing to enjoy the warmth of having him so close.

“All this time, we could have been more.” He whispered. “Do you have any idea how many nights I wanted to sneak in here and have my way with you?”

“As many nights as me.” You said.

He had begun to stroke your arm. “More.”

“It’s not a competition.” You corrected him with a smile.

“Can I show you how much I’ve wanted this?”

You weren’t sure what he was going to say or do next. But you were looking into the face of a man that you trusted (a man that had earned your trust) and so you let the unknown excite you. You let the intimidation trickle into arousal. A cocktail that had you wholeheartedly investing in this situation.

You nodded your head and he boosted himself up onto his knees. You kept your eyes on his face as he picked up one of your hands, pulling it towards him. He gently guided your hand to his crotch, your fingers brushing against the coarse fabric of his jeans. You could feel the firmness that was currently concealed by the denim and it made your heart pound harder.

After so long of wondering, everything was finally being confirmed.

You kept your hand at the outline of his cock, beginning to explore what you could of the bulge. He let go of your hand, satisfied that you didn’t need any further instruction. Instead he put both of his hands to your cheeks, keeping your head tilted back as he leaned in.

Your lips met as you continued to move your hand up-and-down the front of his pants. His tongue glided into your mouth, moving confidently past your teeth. He set his tongue to the roof of your mouth, massaging and tasting you deeper. You rubbed his dick harder, setting into something of a rhythm as your mind got lost in a whirlwind of possibilities.

You wrapped an arm around his waist, wanting to have more of his body on yours. No other man had ever made you feel this hungry.

He dragged his tongue back along the roof of your mouth, towards himself. His tongue left your mouth as he refocused his efforts to just sucking on your top lip.

His hands left your face, in favour of travelling down your sides. He started to gather up the satin fabric of your nightie, the hem lifting.

“You look real fuckin’ cute in this.” He murmured against your mouth. “But I’ve got this sneaking suspicion that you’d look even better without it.”

You gave your consent by reaching both of your arms up, above your head. He smiled as he lowered himself down to eye-level with you again. With his hands full of pink satin, he moved the clothing off of your body. Your nipples were hard as they met the night air. Momentarily, your vision was blocked as he pulled the short nightgown over your head.

When you could see again, you found that his eyes were fixed on your breasts. He hurried to toss the nightie away, to free his hands for your breasts. His eyes were wide, appreciating every inch of bare flesh now on display for him.

His hands were warm, so were his lips as he pressed them to your neck. He held a breast in each hand, his fingers caressing the soft skin. He placed kisses all over your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wanting to stay in this long-awaited embrace.

You slipped a hand up into his hair, grabbing for a selection of strands as he passed his thumbs over each very stiff nipple. His lingering kisses had moved lower, beginning to heat the area of your collarbones.

The desire was pooling between your thighs by the time his trail of kisses brought his mouth down to your breasts. You sucked in a quick breath as he wrapped his lips around a nipple. You gripped his hair tighter in your hand as you arched your back for him.

“Could I call…” You trailed off, laughing bashfully as you almost went back on your decision to make the request that was lit up in neon lights in your mind. “Would you be weirded out if I called you daddy?”

He looked up at you keenly. “Definitely not weirded out. I’d be turned on like crazy. Please call me that.”

You licked your lips as you gazed into his eyes. “Okay, Daddy.”

It fell so naturally from your lips, this name that you had been allocating to him in your fantasies.

His approval came through when he returned to your nipples, sucking more fiercely than before. Eager tingles spread through you as he worked his tongue all over the hard nub. Your other nipple was treated to attention from his capable fingers, giving it experimental squeezes and little twists.

His free hand went to your mattress, resting on the space behind your body. Then he was using his body weight to push into you, starting to get you to lean back. You went with this, ending up flat on your back underneath him. This was a position that you had imagined more than once.

He braced himself with both knees on the mattress. His wide eyes moved up to your face as he started to kiss his way off of your tits, moving lower. You lovingly pushed his hair back as you savoured the look in his eyes.

He kissed a trail down your body, his lips moving across your tummy. His eyes watched your face as he moved lower - potentially he was waiting for the moment when you asked him to slow down, or otherwise walked back your consent.

But that moment wasn’t going to come.

You were burning with anticipation, absolutely thrilled when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your butt, assisting him in the task of working the lingerie down. It was slipped over your ankles and then you were totally naked before him. The heat in your cheeks intensified as he took a moment to let his eyes roam freely over your body - what was he thinking and would he act on every desire?

He settled where he sat between your legs. He placed his hands up high on both of your thighs as he leaned down again. He resumed his earlier path, applying his lips to the area beneath your belly button.

Slow kisses delivered him lower, until his lips brushed against the hair that covered your pubic mound. Your tummy was filled with butterflies and he continued to kiss lower.

His lips parted and you were feeling his hot tongue on your skin. It slithered down, moving in between your labia majora until contact with your clit was made. It was like an electrical current racing through your system and an excited moan bubbled up on your lips.

He used two of his fingers to gently fold your lips back, allowing him clearer access to your clitoris. He took advantage of this, laying kisses down on the hood. Each collision to the tight bundle of nerves felt better than the last and you were soon grabbing for a handful of his hair.

You slumped back on the mattress with a whine as he began working his tongue against your clit. You tilted your pelvis as he pressed the flat of his tongue against the pulsing hood. Then he used the tip to draw circles all around it, sending so much blood pumping to this area. You flinched, your sensitivities greatly increasing in response to him quickly zig-zagging his tongue over the hood.

His tongue moved lower, tasting your soaked entrance. Your legs drifted further apart for him as he keenly ran his tongue up-and-down your slit.

“Good girl.” He rasped and the sound of his voice was just as enjoyable as his touch. “You have no idea how fucking amazing you taste.”

“Um, thank you?” You responded to his compliment you hadn’t been sure you would ever hear from him.

“And you’re just so…” He halted the progress of this sentence so he could give your slit a thorough lick. “...wet for me.”

“It’s not the first time.” You admitted, squirming a little.

“And it won’t be the last.” He said. “I’m gonna make sure of that.”

His tongue lapped at your entrance, before being followed by something that felt different. You raised your head from the pillow to watch as he buried a finger into your cunt.

Soon a second finger was moving inside of you and he returned his mouth to your clit. Your walls fluttered excitedly around him as his tongue began working the hood over again.

Your muscles clenched and the arousal took you deeper. This was far superior to any sensations you had been able to secure for yourself with your own fingers, or even the assistance of toys.

You moved both of your hands into his hair, instantly curling them into eager fists. He started to pump his fingers inside of you, stroking your sensitive walls in a way that had you squeezing your eyes shut. His tempo was so very promising, all the while he maintained that delicious pressure on your clit.

You started to move with him, too excited to simply lie still. You desperately rode his fingers, rolling your hips in time with him. Your mouth fell slack as you happily lost yourself to the intensity.

“Daddy…” You whimpered as you realised that you were facing daunting heights.

He guided you up closer to that edge by curling his fingers inside of you. You were starting to quake, seriously doubting how much more you could take.

Then the orgasm was erupting inside of you, more powerful than anything else. Your mouth fell open as you were carried away by the shock.

You wholly surrendered, falling limp on the bed. And he was still going - his fingers slower, but continuing to move as he placed kisses tenderly to your clitoris. Your mind was empty as you simply rocketed from one sensation to the next, gasping and writhing.

He pulled his fingers out and sat back, but the aftershocks continued to wreck you. You kept your eyes shut as you tried to come to grips with what had just happened. For the moment, it all felt so unbelievable.

“Baby, look at everything you’ve been depriving yourself of.” He said.

With a groan of effort, you slightly lifted your head from the pillow to look at him. “I know. I feel really stupid.”

“Yeah, you should.” He teased, prompting you to lightly kick his leg. “Are you okay? Did you need me to get you anything, maybe some water?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Damn fine from my point of view.” He said.

You were still buzzing as you began to sit up, a smile on your face. “And from my point of view- you’re wearing far too much.”

“Is that what you think?” He asked, even as he put his hands down to the hem of his baggy T-shirt.

“Yep, it is.”

He tossed his shirt onto the floor, revealing what you had already seen before. Your interest went to where he was unbuckling his belt.

“There’s a popular theory that sex fucks up a friendship.” He said, wiggling out of his jeans.

Your eyes locked to where his boner strained against the fabric of his underwear. “Well I think that we should thoroughly fuck it up, like, all the way.”

He laughed and put his hands to your cheeks, manually redirecting where you were looking by gently tilting your head back. He was smiling as he brought you in for more kisses.

“Do you have condoms in here?” He asked.

You collected the protection from inside of your bedside table, handing it over. This prompted him to finally lower his underwear and your eyes widened as you took in a sight that you had only guessed at in the past. A tremble ran through your body as you tried to anticipate how it would feel to have that impressive dick inside of you.

He sat back once the condom was in place, resting his back against the wall as his eyes travelled over to you.

“Think you can take it, sweetie?” He asked - thankfully his tone was free from condescending.

You crawled over to him. “I’m dying to take it.”

He gave you a few kisses. “I like this enthusiasm. It’s so much better than the bratty attitude you’ve been giving me. And all it took to straighten you out was one orgasm.”

You silenced him by covering his mouth in kisses, nipping lightly at his lip, testing the bounds of what he would let you get away with. Your feistiness wasn’t reprimanded, instead he was pulling you closer. Between the feeling of his hands on your body and the wild ideas springing up in your mind, your cravings were recklessly rising.

Your plans of situating yourself in his lap were delayed by the movement of his hands and two words said into your ear: turn around.

You faced away from him and this was when you were brought into his lap. He slithered one arm around your middle and brought you in close, pressing kisses all over your shoulder as you got comfortable. You wiggled your butt against him, delighting in this new proximity.

He put a hand to your hip, the other reaching between you to grab his cock. His kisses to your neck lost some of their conviction as he instead concentrated on getting to your pussy. You were swollen and slippery for him, your soft lips parting around the head of his cock. He panted against the side of your neck as your cunt began to grip his penetrating length.

“Baby.” He whispered as you adjusted to his generous size.

You grinded back on it and turned your head to look at him. He captured your lips in a breathless kiss, his arm wrapping around your middle again, reminding you of just how secure you were. You leaned some of your body weight into him as he writhed beneath you.

You were sucking on his lower lip when he began to work his hips, setting the two of you into motion with his dick pumping into you. Between your sensitive walls, he stroked his cock, absolutely thrilling both of you. You were ecstatic to share this goal with him and your teeth grazed his lip as he began to find a tempo.

Before too long, he found a range of movement that he could lock into. He was getting more confident with each thrust. You could feel that tension gripping your body again, the intensity building as you met his every movement. You held onto his arm with both hands and your whimpers were being muffled by his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes carefully looking you over.

You smiled and kissed him. “Yes. Yes, I’m so good, Daddy.”

He was smiling back at you as he reached his available hand forward, placing it over your cunt. He licked his lips, maintaining his rhythm inside of you as his fingers got reacquainted with your folds.

Your hips jolted excitedly up in response to him pushing the tip of a finger up to your clitoral hood. Your eyes began to flutter shut but you saw the pleased look on his face as he used his finger on your wet clit. This resulted in your cunt clenching harder around him, your eagerness taking control.

You were growing even more receptive to his thrusting, with all of these sensations coming together for an overwhelming harmony. His fingers working on your clitoris were perfection, bewitching you with each masterful swirl.

It was addicting in the way that you wanted to enjoy it for hours, genuinely unable to recall a time when you had felt better. At the same time, you were very aware of the fact that you wouldn’t be able to take all of this for very long.

The stakes were raised again, when his next jerk got his tip directly up against your g-spot. A powerful spasming of your body was triggered and you bit down on your lip, restraining the whimper that wanted to develop into a yelp.

“Fuck, Daddy…” You whined as he kept on playing with your clitoris.

There were stars in your eyes as he finished every pump at your sweet spot. He panted heavily but his resolve couldn’t be shaken, he remained set in his amazing pace.

“Oh, Thomas…” You moaned as you felt the dawning of your next climax.

You didn’t know how close he was. Even though it would be magical to come together, there was nothing in you that would have allowed you to hold on.

And it only took a couple more pushes from him to get you to completion. It was an astounding freefall, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back.

“Good girl, good girl.” He was whispering into your ear as you slowly recognised that he had stopped moving. His fingers had eased off of your clitoris as he allowed you the time to come back to Earth.

“Oh. My. God.” You said through shaky breaths. You looked at him - in the haze of your afterglow, you were even more taken with him than before. “Did you…?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

He gave you a kiss. “But you got me so close. Do you wanna turn around and face me again?”

“Yep.”

You were attempting to not look like the clumsiest person in all of history as you turned yourself around in his lap. Making each movement carefully, you were able to keep him inside the whole time - wet sounds from your cunt accompanied this effort. His hands on your back helped you stay steady.

You rocked your body weight forward, leaning into him and capturing more kisses. You brought your hands to his cheeks, cradling his face as your lips worked together. The way that he stroked his hands up-and-down your back was so sweet, reinforcing those giddy tingles that your orgasm had inspired into your body.

“I’ll do all the work.” He murmured against your lips. “You just hold on and, you know, enjoy.” You were nodding your head as he came in for another kiss. “Do you think that you could- like, do you have another orgasm in you?”

You giggled through the slight intimidation this brought. “No, I don’t know if I could do more than two. I mean, I never have…”

“Okay.” He said, his voice so soothing. “That’s okay, that is okay, sweet girl.” He kissed you. “Just tell me if it gets too much.”

“I will.”

He placed his arms around your middle, keeping you close as he started to kiss you again. You moved a hand into his hair, your fingers lightly brushing against his scalp. You were sinking deeper into this embrace, with so much to savour you were soon moving past that feeling of just wanting to sleep post-climax.

When he started to move, it was slowly as he gave some time to testing just how much you could take. It was all hitting you on such a deep level that you couldn’t help moaning a little as your thighs clenched around him. Your mouth grew slack against his and he lavished attention upon your lower lip, continuing to hold you tight.

You were secure in his arms as he worked to find a rhythm. You began to move with him, trying to meet his rocks - even though each one felt like it could destroy you. You remained firmly in the grips of your aftershocks, and you wanted to get him to that same (almost unreal) place.

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pjisskullourful · 15 days

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did anyone order some victoria in their day? this one is called

LEMON CUPCAKES

wordcount: 1,467 (explicit shit)

Your girlfriend didn’t think it was necessary for you to go to the trouble of making cupcakes from scratch. But you couldn’t stand the thought of arriving to someone’s party empty-handed, so you got to making them anyway.

The gift that the two of you had bought for Damiano’s housewarming had already been delivered to the new home. Victoria said that this meant you weren’t technically going to his place empty-handed. But after dating for more than a year, she should have known that your stubbornness couldn’t be bested by a technicality.

She left you alone as you baked, knowing that you didn’t need a sous-chef, or company to help you enjoy the task. She called her sister, like she had been meaning to. Then she went through the new souvenirs and trinkets she had accrued during the most recent tour, finding a rightful spot for everything in your house.

You had finished making the small cakes when she came into the kitchen, presumably looking for her next thing to do. The cupcakes were cooling on a rack as you began work on the frosting. You acknowledged her coming into the room, but your attention mostly stayed on the fresh lemons you were cutting into.

She wasn’t shy, showing you quite quickly that she wanted your attention. She began by stepping into your personal space straight away. She didn’t bother acting like she was in here for any other reason, instead standing directly behind you, making herself unavoidable. Your movements were slightly impaired, when she wrapped her arms around your middle, but you felt no desire to tell her to stop. Your reaction was the opposite, with you instantly enjoying the closeness as your thoughts wandered, trying to pinpoint the last time you had properly embraced today.

"How is it going, babydoll?" She asked, nuzzling her face into the side of your neck. "Are your little treats gonna be ready in time for the party?"

You glanced up at the wall clock. "The party we're leaving for in five hours? Yes, I think I'll have them finished by then."

"Just checking." She said before she started to apply kisses to your skin. This brought a smile to your lips and your progress on the frosting was further inhibited. “Five whole hours, huh? So much can be done in that time.”

You felt heat coming into your cheeks as she kept her lips on your neck, treating the skin with lingering kisses. It always amazed you how a kiss to this area could translate to tingles in so many other parts of your body. In mere seconds she could change your mood, so much could be translated from a seemingly simple action. She had become a master at pressing your buttons, with it feeling so good each and every time.

“Wow, I’m sure that I have no idea what you could be thinking of.” You said sarcastically.

She had laid one of her palms on your belly, under the tank top that you wore. And now she was dragging it upwards, soft fingers stroking your skin as she kissed your neck some more. “I bet I could surprise you.”

You turned your face in her direction, rewarded with her lips on yours. You put down the knife you had been using to cut the lemons in half, and began leaning back into her. Her hand discovered how you had neglected to put a bra on when dressing yourself, her fingers explored your uncovered breast. She cupped you firmly as her tongue teased back-and-forth on your lips.

Thoroughly (and happily) distracted from your productivity, you relaxed your mouth, letting her hungry tongue dive inside. At the same time, she was applying her fingers to your nipple, which had been firming up as your anticipation mounted. As she squeezed and lightly pulled at the peak, you felt the fire in your abdomen gaining power, striving to dominate your consciousness. And it was already winning, you hadn’t just stopped thinking about the cupcakes, your mind had also left the path of planning how to do your makeup to match your brand new dress so that you could look your best in front of her cool friends.

“If I didn’t know how delicious your baking always is, I might get pissed about the state of the kitchen.” She said, keeping her fingers on your nipple and you felt like you couldn’t properly catch your breath. “There’s shit all over, cara. It’s kinda gross in here right now. Look at the mess you’ve made.”

You didn’t want to look away from her, and those enchanting eyes that saw you differently to how anyone else ever had. But being obedient to her was your favourite pastime. You looked around the spacious kitchen and found traces of your baking in almost every spot. There were scrunched up paper towels strewn about, dirtied measuring cups and emptied wrappers littering the counters.

But you weren’t embarrassed. She was the furthest thing from a clean freak that you had ever dated. And you knew you would have it cleaned quickly, with no complaints. As you assessed the situation, her hand had left your breast, reaching up higher. There was a shiver inside of you when you felt her fingers start to brush against your throat.

“This is nothing compared to the mess that I’m gonna make of you.” She said and you gasped when she wrapped her fingers around the front of your neck. “My pathetic little doll.” She set her fingers into place and let you feel a little pressure, nowhere near choking you, this was more of a preview - a promise sincerely made. “Is that what you are?”

“Yes.” You rushed to answer. “That’s exactly what I am.”

She licked your cheek as you started turning your head to look at her again. “The things I’m gonna do to you.”

Her lips crashed against yours with more force than before, the passion rising in the most irresistible way. As her hand remained gripped to your throat, the other hand reached down. She was soon finding the panties that you wore - you had been too hot after getting home from walking Chili to bother keeping your yoga pants on.

She pushed her hand into the plain underwear straight away. You held onto the edge of the counter for support as the tension coiled up inside of you. You couldn’t help the eager whimper as (with the right amount of pressure) she moved her fingers down your mound and onto your labia majora.

Her tongue massaged the roof of your mouth, seemingly determined to get your whole body throbbing for her. And you weren’t far off from that. Your neediness was swelling up, ready to run the show.

She got her finger between your folds, exploring this sensitive area without any hesitation - she knew what she wanted and she was going for it, like always. She brushed over your keen clitoris, not pausing to dedicate much attention to it because her focus was located lower.

A second finger was incorporated before she got to your entrance. Instead of penetrating you, she applied the tips of her fingers to your labia minora, where moisture was already present.

As she rubbed her fingers up-and-down this area, you felt your pussy filling with flutters. You were fixated on every move she made, while longing for so much more. All of your blood was seemingly pumping to your pussy and your thoughts slowed even more.

She dragged her tongue out of your mouth, sucking on your top lip briefly before parting from you slightly. You kept your eyes shut as she continued stroking your folds. Her hand held your throat a little tighter and her breath was hot on your face when she spoke.

“My eager little slut is already so fucking wet for me, huh?” She asked.

“Yes, I can’t help it when you treat me like this.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper as your desperation wore you down further, reducing you to the ideal state for her to toy with.

“And how am I treating you?” She asked. “Tell me, micetta.”

“You’re treating me like your dirty little fucktoy.” You said, your heart pounding harder at giving a voice to these depraved desires. It was so intoxicating to mean these words as you said them.

“That’s right. And you absolutely love it.”

Extra emphasis than just verbal was added to the word love, thanks to her sinking two of her fingers into your cunt at the same time.

Your walls were immediately receptive to her touch as she set into a consistent rhythm with her strokes. Your eyes opened, meeting hers at once. Because she was staring straight at you, taking in every one of your reactions.

-- this is all i have of this fic so far, not sure when i'll be posting again

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therapy today. got a new tattoo yesterday

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pjisskullourful · 19 days

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still no progress to share, but i do have a shitton of works in progress that i can share previews for. gonna post them every now& then& i really hope you find something to like

this first one is ethan& its the beginning of the fic called

HAPPY MEAL

wordcount: 1,108 (explicit shit)

“I want you to sit on my face.” Your boyfriend said, his tone needier than what you had gotten used to hearing over the past three months.

Your first thought was of how you were going to get out of this. Luckily, you had an excuse to be avoiding Ethan’s eye right now, facing the bathroom mirror as you brushed your hair. He was behind you, towelling off after the shower that the two of you had shared.

Your cheeks were filled with heat and the insecurities were swarming your system. Despite it being an exciting offer, you were more apprehensive than anything else and you bit on your bottom lip a little.

You had never sat on anyone’s face. Nobody before Ethan had offered it. And you hadn’t requested it of anyone - classifying yourself as ‘too big’ for that particular sex act. You held realistic perceptions of your weight and you stayed within the parameters of what could be done with your heavier than normal body.

He must have been offering it as a means of repaying you for all of the times that you had gone down on him - he was extremely polite like that. But, even as the insides of your thighs twitched, all that you could think of were the risks that went with resting your body weight on his gorgeous face. He could get an uncomfortable crick in his neck, or sustain much worse injuries if it took you too long to finish and climb off.

“I don’t know how you would have the energy for anything like that, weren’t you just saying how tired you were, like, five seconds after you came?” You asked, referring to the hand-job that you had given him in the shower.

“Well maybe the view that I’m getting right now is better than any espresso shot and I’m back to being wide awake.” He said. After returning his towel to the track, he had taken a seat on the closed toilet lid, looking at the back of you.

“Wow, my booty is more fuckin’ powerful that I knew.” You said with a giggle as you set the hairbrush down.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me to eat you out?” He asked.

“I’m kind of busy braiding my hair.” You continued to deflect. You were working your damp hair into two braids, this would hopefully result in you having cute waves in your hair for the next couple of days.

He stood up, approaching where you stood at the vanity. He came into the reflection, his serious face much more difficult to avoid looking at now. “If you don’t feel like it and you wanna just go to bed, that’s totally fine, I never wanna pressure you, honey. But you made me feel so good and I wanna return the favour. You’ve more than earned a treat from me.” Your eyes met his, your fingers working on auto-pilot. “I’m not tired anymore, I’ve got all of the energy that I need to enjoy this amazing body.”

You cleared your throat, you had been getting more heated with each word that he said. You secured the tail of this first plait with an elastic. “I was never really all that tired…”

He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Fantastic, so be my bedtime snack…”

Before starting the second braid, you turned to look at him and secured the next kiss on your lips. “I’ll meet you in there.”

With both of your roommates working the night shift, you and Ethan were free to walk around the house naked. There were also no restrictions on how loud you could get during sex.

You finished your plaiting and left for the bedroom. He hadn’t pulled on any clothes, just lying out on your bed. As he waited for you, he had started looking at something on his phone.

The device was set aside as soon as you climbed onto the bed with him. His eyes greedily took in the sight of you, probably making a running order of all the things he wanted to do to you.

But the look on his face changed when you laid down next to him, flat on your back. He lifted his head from the pillow, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what he was currently seeing.

“What are you doing? I said that I wanted you to sit on my face.” He said.

For something to do, you started to pick at the already-chipped polish on your fingernails. “I know, but…”

He rolled onto his side, facing you. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter, ‘cause we can just cuddle if you’re not feeling it after all.”

“It’s not that. You can always make me feel it. It’s just that…”

He leaned in, coming into your field of vision. “What is it? Can you look at me, please?”

You sighed and raised your eyes, meeting his gaze. His stare was like a truth ray, you had told him this before - it was one of the reasons that you had been able to get vulnerable with him in the earlier stages of your relationship.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You said.

“What are you talking… Do you mean my feelings? ‘Cause I’m a big boy and I can definitely take it if you tell me that you’re not into a position.”

“No, I mean physically.” You said. “What if I, like, break your nose?”

He gave a little laugh, which you couldn’t join in on. “You’re not gonna break my nose.”

“There are other ways that you could get hurt.” You said in a small voice.

He picked up your hand with both of his. “And I’m not worried about any of them. Honestly, I think you’re seeing a disaster where there isn’t one. Like one of those psychics who predicts that the end of the world is super soon, but it never happens.” He lifted your hand and began placing kisses to each of your fingers. “I wish you’d just give it a chance. We both have such a great time when I’m eating you out. So why can’t we do this?”

“Ethan…” You said with another sigh. “You’re making it really hard to say no.”

"So don't say no." He said, leaning in and kissing you softly. It was one of his slow kisses, the type that you felt like you could melt into. His kisses could shoot all of the other thoughts out of your mind, until you were just feeling, not thinking. And the intensity was always there, unlike anyone you had kissed before.

----- this is all i have written for this fic!! i genuinely dont know when i'll be posting a full fic again

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