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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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Hello bestie! I hope you’re doing better <3

This is only a request if they’re open, if not enjoy the thots!

Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. R’s mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes it’s now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1956

WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to R’s mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69’ing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30’s - early 40’s, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

She listened with a scowl as the bed from your room creaked, small moans being heard through the wall. This wasn’t fair, how could you do this to her? How could you bring a girl home, have a rushed introduction between her and Nat, and then disappear into your room where you let her touch you? She was the one meant to do that, she was the one meant to take your innocence and ruin you for anyone else, yet here you were with another.

She wasn’t able to deny the fact that your small moans turned her on, but she could tell they were fake. She could differentiate the silent, hidden sounds you’d let out while calling her name as your fingers slid in and out of you quickly from this. You were most likely imagining her, which was the reason you kicked the girl out only a few moments later.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way, you were her stepdaughter, her wife’s child. But she never truly loved your mom, she was rich and alone and seeking for any sort of love that your mom bombarded her with, she thought that’s what always happened. She thought it was normal to grow sick of your lover, to dread them coming home from work, to deny them constantly of sex and only use it as a way to get off. She never knew true love, and she blamed that on her parents. But she wanted it, she wanted to love that woman so badly, yet over time she realized it wasn’t that she craved her, she craved the person she created.

Her sleepless nights were caused by your lingering voice, the images of you beneath her, and the desire to kiss your plump lips. You constantly were bringing home someone else, and it took everything in her not to rip you away from them and have you for herself. She had self-control, her job required such, but with you it was a different story. She wasn’t able to focus at work, she’d toss the papers across the room and throw her head in her hands. But then you’d arrive.

You begged for a job there, to be her assistant or lower-class worker stating you needed the money desperately. She wasn’t able to deny your pleading eyes or the warm feeling in her chest. You’d bring her lunch oftentimes before, but having you work for her full-time was a dream come true. She would more than likely struggle even more to keep her composure, but she lost all care for that months ago.

The door slammed shut and she assumed your one-night stand finally left, which took long enough. She was planning to rush into your room and finally take what was hers, even standing right in front of the entrance with a fist to the door. Then she heard a small buzzing. The door was cracked open just a tiny bit, she guessed the girl was too lazy to even close a door properly but she couldn’t have been more thankful. She lowered her arm and listened closely, pressing her ear against the hardwood and biting her lip as your moans arrived once again, this time they weren’t forced.

“F-fuck! Mhm, right there, Nat, right there-“ You cut yourself off with a hand covering your mouth, your fear of being heard finally coming to mind. Your stepmother wasn’t pleased, she wanted to hear everything just like Carol got to. At least she thinks her name is Carol, she didn’t care enough to listen or shake the waiting hand earlier.

“‘M gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Came your muffled scream, your legs starting to shake from the denied orgasms sent your way. Now you were getting release, and the one woman on your mind was Nat, how pathetic. Not only was she your boss, but she was also your mother's wife. She was much too old for you and you both knew that, but that didn’t stop the want in your heart.

“You look so pretty when you cum, little slut.” You nearly jumped out of your bones, rushing to cover yourself but failing to turn off the vibrator, leaving a deadly silence filled with buzzing.

“Don’t cover yourself, baby, I wanna see you.” She stalked forward, cupping her crotch as her thumb ran circles around her clothed tip. She fiddled with her shirt before pulling it off, exposing her black bra and breasts that were aching to be freed. You gulped, trying to look away from the sight in shame but not being able to.

“You’re- you’re gorgeous, Nat.” She blushed at your comment, her knee landing on the bed as she crawled towards you, resting your chin in her fingertips. She leaned closer, her gaze switching between your lips and your eyes as she begged for permission. You took a moment to respond but eventually nodded slowly, causing her to press her mouth against yours in a slow but sensual kiss. Her hands rested your hair behind your ear, her body pulling closer as her cock was now throbbing. If you looked close enough, you could see a small wet stain soaking through her pants, she hoped you didn’t notice. But she also wanted you to, she wanted you to see how much she craved your body against hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you.” She confessed, experiencing relief when you smiled, kissing her softly in return. You were already growing addicted to the feeling, wanting to stay in this exact position for the rest of your life. But she wasn’t yours, she was a married woman, a woman married to your mother, at that.

“No-…no, we can’t-“

“Why not?” Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, her eyes ranking over your worried expression as your breathing picked up ever-so-slightly

“You’re married… to my mom. You’re my stepmom!” She shushed you with a finger to your lips, smirking gently as her hot breath fanned over your face.

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m your Mommy, you got that?” You whimpered and it nearly resulted in a moan from the older woman. Hearing you get like this all for her turned her on so greatly, she couldn’t even explain. Your mother was never exciting in the bedroom, or Nat just didn’t like the things she wanted to do. But she found herself wanting to do them with you, she wanted to do anything and everything with you.

“Tell me what I want to hear, angel.” Her hips created a small thrusting motion the harder she got, it was becoming impossible to ignore her needs. You gulped, fighting back tears of shame as you whispered,

“You can be my Mommy, Nat.” She left a peck on your forehead and slowly removed the sheets hiding her prize. Her final destination.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to get a taste of this sweet, sweet pussy.” She didn’t let you even utter a word before spreading your legs and pressing her tongue against your heat. Your hand instantly returned to its original placing over your mouth in order to keep silent. You knew your mother wouldn’t be home for a few more days, but what if that cut short? What if she somehow caught a virus and had to leave early and planned on surprising the two of you? Not only was the fear of being caught roaming freely in the back of your mind but so were your nerves. Nobody had ever truly seen this side of you, where you were beyond ecstatic and touch-starved. Nobody had ever felt you tug desperately on their arm to bring them closer, Nat wasn’t like the others. She was strong with her biceps nearly bulging out of her suit jackets daily. Her kiss was soft, even when she was hungry for a different part of you. You could sense that she truly wanted to taste you and didn’t just do so to get you wet, you were already dripping onto the sheets before she even wrapped her tongue around your pulsing clit.

“So precious,” She muttered, instantly returning to her previous position. She pressed your folded legs against your chest for a better angle, and the moan that left you in return could’ve been considered pornographic. Her tongue briefly slid across your second hole and caused a small thrust from your end, your body yearning for her to repeat.

“Oh, Mommy..” Her moan sent a thrill through your entire being, it seemed to be the only reaction she was able to give you. She was scared to show you her true aspirations. She was scared to have you see the impulses she’d try to stop in worry that you’d run. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to claim you as hers but treat you like you were nothing but a toy for her to use. She’d just have to get you attached to her, then you’d comply with anything she said.

Images flashed through her head, ones where you were sat on your knees, her cock trapped deep inside of your throat while her hand held you firmly in place, forcing you to take all of her. She knew you could do it, she had faith in you.

“‘M sorry, baby, I need you too fucking bad.” She reluctantly pulled away from you and patted you softly, leading you to kneel in front of her. She laid in the same position you had been when she guided your mouth to her crotch, your thighs tightening around her head before she continued her previous acts. Her tongue licked stripes up your weeping cunt as you pulsed around nothing, the sobs coming from your mouth being silenced as it was met with her drooling tip. You sucked weakly, the tiredness catching up to you as you gathered the strength to stroke her balls softly. Her hips jutted upward, resulting in a small gag as she fell deeper inside of you. You didn’t stop it, you didn’t even try as you let her do all the work. She was fucking you and guiding you to fuck her. Teaching you how to do everything just like always, just how she liked it. She enjoyed being a leader to you, she found it unbearably arousing to see your eyes looking up at her, asking for help.

You felt your orgasm approaching and tried to warn her, but she could already sense it.

“It’s okay, you can cum all you want.” She seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. The thought worried you, but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you felt your stomach repeating a clenching until you screwed your eyes shut, your vision going blank as you could see stars forming all around you.

She was greedy the moment she got her mouth on you, but now she seemed animalistic. Her hand came to your scalp, forcing you further down on her just like she had envisioned. You had no complaints in mind, choosing to instead swallow the hot liquid oozing out of her. She wished she could see your face right now: makeup ruined, eyes droopy, along with a small grin you wore.

“I wan’ more, Mommy,” She knew she succeeded when those were the words that left your mouth as soon as you were given the privilege to speak. She smirked, her thumb teasing the small hole that lined your ass. She had always found her sight landing on it whenever you’d pass by her, her thoughts seeming to have one more thing to feast on.

“Get on all fours, princess, I want to fuck this tight little hole next.”

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leclsrc · 1 year

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team effort ✴︎ cl16, cs55

genre: 18+, pwp (very little plot), filthy, fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing. (sequel of sorts to this but can stand alone just fine)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… alright. a threesome, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (M receiving), handjob (F receiving), double penetration (crowd leaves), dirty talk (degradation), crying, breeding, rough sex, size kink, requires suspension of belief regarding the inner workings of anal and positions apologies, spit kink (crowd leaves again)

probably the most requested thing i get, and i felt like practicing my pwp writing so—i hope you like it everyone! :) love auds

“Hey, you brought the pretty girl,” teases Carlos, a glass of alcohol in hand. He pushes it into Charles’ hand and you watch as your boyfriend takes a sip, vision semi-obstructed by how dark the place is. “Mind if I get a picture?”

“Course I did.” Charles smiles, and his left eye drops into a subtle wink. “And sure, she begged to come anyway.” His teammate laughs. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. Come say hi to the others.”

Your face turns hot when it registers what he’s just said, but it’s too late to get a quip in; a gentle hand at your waist is guiding you through the crowd of people, by the DJ booth, and into the seats just beside it populated by several familiar faces. You accept and return a few hellos and heeeys from Lando and Pierre, among others, and when a shot is offered to you by Danny, you take it.

Charles lets you wander around the area for a while to get used to the place, watches you laugh about something with Carmen and try your hand at the DJ table with Lando, combing your hair over to one side. You take a few shots because George feels like “letting loose” (he takes two).

He sees a patch of concealer just below your collarbone; granted, it’d have been hidden if you were wearing something less low-cut than your dress right now, but he spots it and he immediately realizes what it is with an amused laugh.

When his eyes glide upward from your cleavage, he finds you’re already looking at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth tugged into a pretty smile. He sees you excuse yourself, walking right into his arms, pouting. He tips his glass over to your lips, pours some of his drink in.

“What’s the matter, baby? Wanna smoke?” He leans against the railing of the VIP area, seating himself there and pulling you close so you’re pressed up against him. You inhale his scent, his cologne, nip at his jaw. You always get so touchy when you’ve got some alcohol in you.

There’s a blunt or three being passed around, you smell it. “Nothing. I think ‘m getting a little tipsy, I don’t want to crossfade.” You blink and it’s like your eyelids are droopy with honey. The party’s thick with the heady scent of tequila, mixed perfume, weed, and saturated with heavy bass. If you’re totally honest you’ve lost track of time.

“There you are,” goes a voice, and you tense.

“I was looking for you, too, mate.” Your boyfriend’s arm reaches to someone behind you and shakes. “Girlfriend’s feeling a bit tipsy.” He pulls his hand back in, rests it over your the small of your back.

“You okay?” Carlos leans in, his voice hot against your ear. You blink, in a daze of tipsy and hot, nodding. You’re in between them now, still pressed against your boyfriend. Slowly, your head lolls onto Carlos’ shoulder, exposing your neck. If you stepped back just a bit, you realize—

—you’d feel Carlos’ dick pressed against your ass. “A little tired,” you say, opening your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s. Normally they’re green, but now they’re so dark you can barely tell. The limited lighting doesn’t help. Your knees are weak with the way you resist the urge to grind back onto Carlos, who’s laughing, observing your ditzy face.

“Let’s get you out of here, huh?” Charles smiles. He’s always so sweet. Doing what you want, what you need, a nice guy in that respect. So he can take what he wants later. He and Carlos down the rest of their drinks, and they’re both ushering you out the back exit and directly into the parking lot.

It’s a direct replay of what happened a few months ago, and what happened a few times afterward. After dinners, races, nights out—it wasn’t too frequent, but enough that it became a thing. Enough, too, that you could grow antsy if it didn’t happen for too long.

Your boyfriend brought a different car today, his Range Rover with a spacious backseat you’re being guided into. The lack of heavy bass and strobe lights help you feel more sober, but don’t help with the arousal at all. As you climb, your dress hikes up a bit, and Carlos catches a peek of your panties underneath, white and almost see-through, showing the outline of your pussy.

They’re on either side of you, your breath hitching when they lean in closer, lip caught between your teeth and eyes screwed shut. Your boyfriend’s hand grazes your thigh and you spread your legs, involuntary, sighing a low please. Please what, you don’t even know.

“You want this?” Charles asks. He takes things slowly, a dreamy smile on his face, eyebrows knitted together. His hand moves upward, and he runs a few teasing fingers over the lace of your white panties, pressing them harder until you’re starting to squirm, breathless ahs leaving your lips.

“Please,” you say, voice small and desperate. “Yes.”

Your approval makes them more excited; they’ve both missed this more than they’re willing to let on. Your mouth is half open, letting out noises, eyes half-open; Carlos wonders what you’d look like covered in cum. Both his and Charles’, splayed all over your pretty waiting face.

The first time this happened, Carlos watched for the most part. He’d been chained to the driver’s seat, listening to the wet noises of Charles’ fingers fucking into you. He made eye cotnact with you right as you came, a long, drawn-out moan leaving your mouth. He fucked you another time. And he’s missed the feeling. He’s missed the sight of your fucked-out face, moaning on his cock, or his teammate’s, or both.

You press your lips to Charles and he encourages you to part them, slowly deepening the kiss until you’re moaning into his mouth, hips bucking up into nothing. “Please,” you say, “give me something.” Anything, you’ll take anything.

Carlos brings two big fingers to his mouth, laves his tongue over them, and brings them to the apex of your thighs, pushing aside the lace and fucking them into you, one by one. You gasp into Charles’ mouth—his fingers are so thick, pumping in and out at a brutal pace without waiting for you to adjust to the strength. You whimper, breaking the kiss because everything’s too much, head leaning back and eyes meeting the grey ceiling of the car.

“God, she’s wet.” You hear the teasing smile without looking up. “And tight.”

“I know,” your boyfriend says, smiling as he sucks a hickey onto your throat. Your legs quiver.

It’s Charles’ voice again, sweet and deep against your ear. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly, lifting your head up and looking right at him.

“Thank him,” he orders. They always do this, make you talk and use your words when your brain is all scrambled and going a thousand different directions. It’s only worse when they start talking about you like you’re not there, using dirty words and sliding into native languages you can’t understand, but they can, and they laugh watching you whimper for more.

“Thank—thank you,” you whisper, turning from your boyfriend’s face to Carlos.

“You’re welcome, princesa. You’re going to make us feel good, too, right?”

You nod.

“Why don’t you start now?” The instruction comes from Charles and you follow suit, hands going from your sides to the tents in their jeans, grabbing at the huge bulges there. You’re losing grip, Carlos’ big fingers are moving faster, feeling your orgasm approach faster.

Already? Shiiit, your boyfriend says with a low laugh. Go ahead and cum first, baby. Go ahead.

His words are so sweet, kissing up and down your neck, the stimulation pushing you further until you’re cumming from just two fingers. The messy squelch of Carlos’ fingers moving in and out of you gets them both so hard, aching to fuck you, take you apart, make your voice raw. Your moans grow louder and louder, legs trying to close around the hand in between them—they’re held open by two free hands and you have to lie there and take it.

“‘M cumming,” you gasp, tension bursting inside you, pussy contracting around Carlos’ digits. You squeeze at their bulges again, wishing you had the coherency to undo the buttons and the zips. They get the message, undoing their jeans just enough to pull out their cocks.

“Wanna suck you off,” you say, turning to Charles. Shyly, you add, “Both of you.”

The only way to do that is by kneeling on the limited floor space of the car. There’s not much space, and you shuffle around a few times, but eventually you find a position, legs folded and on your knees, in between the two of them.

They’re both looking down at you with dark eyes and devious, teasing grins that feel downright evil, hands wrapped loosely around their cocks. They jack themselves off a few times, and you hoist yourself up higher to watch closely, brows furrowed.

“Open your mouth,” Carlos says sharply, tone low and rushed. You obey, sticking your tongue out, and watch as he rubs the precum off his tip and onto your tongue. He laughs, looking at your boyfriend. “Look at that. Like that?”

“Yea,” you mutter, turning a bit to let your boyfriend to the same, letting your spit drip down from the tip so the glide is easier. He slaps your cheek with it, laughs at the way you pout, and advises Carlos to do the same. You turn again, taking Carlos into your mouth until he’s prodding at the back of your throat and it’s wet all over.

They love seeing you like this—with their precum being smeared al over your shiny, spit-covered cheeks and lips, tongue peeking out to get a taste every time they drag their cocks closer to your mouth. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“Sucks dick like she was made for it,” Carlos says, punctuating his sentence with a quip in Italian. They both laugh as you gag around Charles’ dick, jerking Carlos off messily. You’re choking, precum coating the back of your throat and wrist wearing out.

“You look so pretty, baby.” Your boyfriend says, grunting with pleasure.

“Pretty lips, too, yeah?” Carlos says, his hand shadowing yours and making you jack him off faster.

“She can’t reply, Carlos. Too busy gagging on my dick,” Charles says, and your eyes well up with embarrassment that you’ve basically soaked through your panties from their words alone. You want them to cum, cover your lips and eyelashes with them so you can scoop it off and let them watch you swallow it. Be good for them, their good girl.

But they never like cumming if it’s not in you, or after they’ve been in you, so you anticipate the way you’re guided off your boyfriend’s cock by your hair. They tug your head backwards, a bit on the edge of roughly, exposing the column of your throat, littered with spit and lovebites.

Your pussy is getting wetter, dripping through your panties and onto your legs folded underneath. It’s the first thing they inspect when they heave you back into the middle of the backseat, bent over Carlos’ lap so your ass is on full display for Charles and, if he cranes his head, Carlos, too.

It’s humiliating. Your mind’s so hazy you can barely tell whose hands are whose, groping at your ass, pulling away the lace to reveal your puffy, wet cunt and letting the thin strip of fabric snap back to make you yelp. Two fingers push into you, going fast instantly until you’re sobbing for them to slow down. It’s Charles. You can tell because you feel the metal of his rings.

There’s a third at that point, stretching you out further, getting you even wetter and more desperate. You cum easily, overstimulated, tears rolling down your spit-streaked face as you quiver with it, blinking them away as you’re guided back into the middle. They maneuver themselves so they’re facing each other, your pussy right above Carlos’ tip, which is just beside your boyfriend’s.

You’re itching to sit yourself down, feel the familiar stretch of his dick, big and barely fitting when he stuffs himself inside you. It’s addictive. But there’s something Charles wants to do first, evident because he’s not yet letting you ride Carlos, his big hands bruising at your hips. “We’ve done enough to your pretty pussy, haven’t we? Your lips, too, that cute mouth.” He coos, almost. “But there’s something we haven’t even touched tonight, baby.”

Carlos’ hands spread your cheeks apart and Charles’ spit-soaked thumb rubs over your tight hole, causing you to shiver. Oh, God. You squirm above their laps, heart beating with nerves and arousal, pussy rubbing over the tips of their dicks as you go. “I’m nervous,” you whimper.

“Aw, go give Carlos a kiss,” your boyfriend says, his voice teasing and goading. You lean forward, slotting your mouth onto Carlos’ soft lips, parting them with your tongue immediately. He gets you all needy when you kiss him, smiling and enjoying your mindless, needy little grinds. As you kiss him, messy with spit and tongues colliding, you feel fingers teasing you again.

You whimper, Carlos’ hands roughly pulling the low-cut top of your dress down to grope at your tits, roughing them up, flicking your nipples. You moan out loud, caught up in the multiple sensations; your boyfriend loosens you up until his finger goes deep, deeper, bottoming out and stretching your ass out.

He collects some of your slick to lube another finger up, stuffing two into your tiny little hole. You gasp with the new feeling, lips open against Carlos’, who wraps a hand around your throat to guide you into kissing him again. Distractions. Pleasure.

“Jesus, she’s tight,” Charles says, not addressing you at all.

“She’s being really good for me up here,” Carlos replies, squeezing your tits. “Taking everything I give her.”

“Give me more,” you beg, licking over his lips until he’s parting them to kiss you messily all over again. You’re unaware, lost in the numb pleasure and dull painful stretch, that there are three buried in your ass now. He should prep more, Charles figures, but he’s impatient, just wanting to wreck you already, fuck moans out of you until you’re crying.

He nudges the tip of his dick against your ass, slipping the head in and listening to your ohhh as he goes, groaning. It hurts, Charles, you whisper, but your whine is swallowed into a kiss.

“Relax, baby,” he says, gritting his teeth. “Just relax.”

You’re so tight, squeezing him so, so tight as he bottoms out.

You’re clenching around him so hard he could cum, pump all his cum in you and watch it leak out. But he’s patient. He’s sweet. He lets Carlos finally coax his own cock up your cunt, where the glide’s easier, but the stretch now is unfathomable. You blink tears out of your eyes, ones of pain that slowly become unbelievable pleasure, moans spilling forth from your lips, slick gushing out of your puffy cunt.

Carlos thrusts upward, deep, and eventually Charles finds a rhythm too, your legs spread and eyes rolling back with how fast they’re slamming into you. You want to move, you want to avoid the pleasure from how overwhelming it is, the way it feels when they both bottom out at the same time ans you can feel the way your stomach bulges with Carlos’ cock.

“Slow down,” you whine, but they only laugh, watching your face grow more sweaty and flushed and debauched.

“Feel good?” Charles asks. “Use your words, love.”

“S—so fucking good,” you say, words punched out of you thrust by thrust. Carlos leans forward, brings his flushed forehead just flush of yours, both of you bobbing in time with their thrusts, and spits messily into your half-open mouth. Most enters, some splatters over your lips, and your eyes darken with it. You’re certain you’ve cum again just from that.

“Swallow it,” he laughs. “Be a good slut.” His eyes break from yours and meet Charles’, and they exchange a few quips in Italian before your boyfriend’s hand is raking you backwards, leaning over and spitting again. He pushes your cheek around a little, laughing at your docile, fucked-out face.

“Swallow that now,” he says. “Both of them.”

Obediently, you shut your lips, your whimpers pausing as you swallow their spit down. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

“There you go,” Carlos says. You’re absolutely falling apart on their dicks, wet and messy and hot, your legs quivering with it. Carlos slams up harder, pressing your lips together again so he can feel your moans, hear your cute little voice saying Carlos please let me cum right by his ear.

He pulls out, moving himself higher to use your mouth instead; the added space gives Charles the opportunity to fully bend you over, on your knees and too weak to use your elbows, face smushed against Carlos’ dick. You’re shaking, pussy still trembling and tears of overstimulation rolling down your cheek. You’re struggling to take his dick well, but Charles keeps fucking you, determined to finish.

He pushes you down so your back arches deeper, your lips parted around Carlos’ huge cock. “That’s right,” he groans. “Take it, come on, be a good girl for me.”

“She’s so tight still,” he says to Carlos. The latter’s hand strokes over your hair, pulls at it, grips at either side of your throat so he can fuck your face properly. He fucks your throat hard, watches you cough and squirm around his spit-coated cock, his balls slapping your face every time he bottoms out. He’s close—Charles is close—and you’ve cum twice again now, pulling off and whimpering I’m cumming— before finishing, gushing release all over your thighs.

“It’s our turn now,” Charles orders. They pull you off at the same time, and you go on your knees again on the floor, gazing up at them with big eyes and a flushed, pretty face, lips pink and puffy from having just been fucked.

You reach two hands up and jerk them both off again, both their hands guiding you to go faster, faster and faster until—

You flinch, the first hot spurt landing just on your cheek, then your lips, then a bit on your nose. Somewhere in between, Carlos presses his tip to your lips, coaxing them open so he can shoot cum on your tongue and chin. They lean back, collapsing onto the backseat, heaving sighs.

They both look down at you, your nasty, cum-coated face, smiling up at both of them. Carlos blinks a couple times and then smiles. “Hey, mind if I get a picture?”

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emo-batboy · 1 year

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thoughts on battinson with his like seven kids and they have to suffer through everyone wanting to fuck him cause have you seen him??

Alright so this response kinda works in a competely separate realm of canon than what I usually post. I’m gonna preface that right now, but BOY do I have thoughts :D

So when I think of Battinson and his (non)accidental orphan acquisition, I see Battinson as being on a much more even playing field emotionally than most other iterations. He’s not really as stoic and put-together, so having kids (especially multiple) would cause a LOT more chaos and drama. So in this case, I like to think that it happens at a very rapid rate. (Again, I’m saying this because this require straying from the film’s canon to a much larger degree than I usually do.) SO by the time he’s 32, he has an 11yo Dick, a 9yo Jason, and an 8yo Tim. And they probably grow with him much like teen parents do with their kids. He’s not as authoritative as most parents. Instead, he starts out as like half older brother, half dad, then graduates to the roll of batdad after his whole vengeance era.

THAT ALL BEING SAID!! BECAUSE THEY’RE SO MUCH OLDER AND BRUCE IS YOUNGER, THEY DEAL WITH A LOOOOTTTTTT OF CREEPY LADIES TRYING GO GET WITH THEIR DAD. (AND THEY ARE VERY. SMART. FOR THEIR AGE)

Dick, older brother and the leader of the “Save Dad and Our Childhood Innocence” brigade teaches the three everything there is to know. He is the most experienced with these awful public events like galas and charity auctions, so he is in control.

And it is SO much easier to get the creepy suitors to back off when they work as a team

Dick talks everyone’s ears off. He’s the golden boy (getting perfect grades and gold medals in his school’s gymnastics team) so he EASILY gets away with distracting people

Dick will insert himself into adult conversations all the time, and Bruce always lets him, which allows Jason and Tim to wreak havoc on whatever target they chose.

Whenever it isn’t too obvious or it’s late enough in the night, Jason will fake a cold or a headache sometimes (he’s prone to falling sick) and Bruce will insist that he take his kid home and tuck him into bed himself, very fatherly

Tim uses his Youngest Child points to woo the nicer ones and direct them away from Bruce, but it doesn’t usually works on the gold diggers (and thank god because Tim HATES acting cute) so he’ll use it on Bruce instead

When those three plans don’t work, the three gremlins start getting Creative TM

Jason, taking a swig from some wine glass and proceeding to spray it all over Vicky Vale’s white dress: “This isn’t grape juice!”

Tim, resident iPad kid and (despite popular belief) The Most Evil of the Three, sees some lady touching his batdad so he finds her phone number on an online directory and prank calls her every time she gets too close

Suitor: “Your father is very handsome.” Dick: “My father’s dead :(” “…” “Oh wait, you mean Bruce! Yeah, he’s nice.”

One lady starts hanging off of Bruce, but he needs to run off to say hello to an investor. Jason appears from nowhere in his dapper little tux and the lady just says, “So uhh, you like the Wiggles, right?” Jason: “Nope! Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? :)”

Dick “accidentally” slaps some obnoxious guests with his wild hand gestures “Oh no! I’m so sorry :(( Let me get you an ice pack” and pulls them away while the other two hide their laughter

One of the ladies who is WAY too comfortable and forward when flirting with Bruce is forced to sit down with Tim and he goes in head first “what are you doing with my dad?” “oh you know what adults do, honey. Messing around, having fun” and he’s like “well My dad doesn’t look interested” “of course he is! who knows? Maybe we’ll hit it off and make another one of you one day” which gives Tim intense psychic damage, but he’s a horrible little brat so he doesn’t give up. He hits her with the innocent doe eyes and asks in the cutest fucking voice “Where do babies come from?” she BOOKS IT (they never see her again)

Anyway, to answer your question: they are little terrors. and Bruce knows they’re little terrors, but he doesn’t care because he hates the creepy attention even more than they do, but this way it comes with a show :D

#battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #batdad #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #dc universe #you get ‘em kids

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primeofprimes115 · 7 months

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Eyes on Him - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: - Smut 💕(Flying Sex Missionary and Bareback

18+

Kara had sat by herself, not being able to keep her eyes off of the young man that had just recently appeared to join up with a few members of the Justice League on some form of mission that required his help who was someone who had dealt with these specific alien runes and magic which was called Soulfire, which can be deadly even toward Kryptonians due to their vulnerability to magic.

The young man she couldn't keep her eyes off of was Y/N, a Scholar and Magic wielder, some called him a Space Gunslinger which was what he is. He is a human from Earth, but has travelled to different Earths which was an accident at that time, confirming his theories about the Multiverse, a story for another time.

For weeks they had been working together to solve this issue, recent hostile alien activity had been making it's way toward Earth from the Moon, exactly which Y/N predicted, but how? Teleportation? Their answers would be solved upon discovering a portal on the Moon, which led to their pocket dimension.

However, she daydreamed as he kept rambling on about the magic and the runes, even speaking about his own run-ins with these aliens, a 'pain in the neck' he would call them.

Kara sighs with happiness, watching him as she began to fantasize about him, there was times where he caught Kara staring at him which he would wave a 'hello', she would always look away straight away, trying to hide her face which would be a blushing mess, she would wave back of course.

This was Supergirl, the toughest girl on Planet Earth, the Maiden of Might, the Girl of Steel. And this young man her age is the only thing right now that is weakening her, she was impressed of how a good fighter he was.

Sure she's had a few run-ins with certain individuals who she could've been with and even went on a date with Robin aka Dick Richard Grayson... Which didn't really go well, he went out as Robin for the date which Kara didn't exactly approve of. But for the first time in a while? Now at 20 years old, her heart is drawn toward him, and only him.

For you: You saw Kara as this ball of fluff, a genuine fun and caring person to be around, she's pretty protective of her friends and teammates, you saw that at that moment when one of them were injured during a fight, she went over immediately to protect him from the threat. She was a lot like her cousin in a way, protective and caring for their friends, family and compatriots. That's what you liked in her, her willpower to protect her loved ones without fear, she was smart and beautiful to you. And at times... Just the unsuspecting cute girl who stares at you without you looking, you found it amusing, adorable as well.

But she thought of you as eye candy, just someone to stare at and dream about, even if it brought up kinks of hers, kinks that would make her body squirm with excitement and pleasure, where she would moan your name during her private time away from people... She couldn't help it.

She even had that thought right now since she couldn't keep her eyes off of you, she bites her top lip as the thought kept rolling back in her head, of feeling your body on hers, her daydreams becoming more pleasuring and fantasized, the fact she wanted to feel him inside her when she flies in the sky, the thought of her being dominated by him on the bed after having sex in the sky... It turned her on at every moment when she could think.

"Well... I think it's time for me to run off into the night, since the situation has been resolved, G'night gents... And ladies" the emphasis on ladies landed on Kara's mind as he looked at her, catching her staring at him again which he smiled at her for it, even gave her a wink.

Kara immediately flushed a bright red across her cheeks and tried looking away... But she couldn't, she embarrassingly waved at him as he waved back with a smile on his face. Taking his leave out to the corridor of the Hall of Justice.

Then it hit her... He was leaving...

"HE CAN'T LEAVE YET!" Is what Kara thought in her head.

She immediately got up and zoomed off, the remaining members wondered why Kara rushed off but shrugged it off not a moment later.

Y/N kept walking down the hallway, heading for the exit. He quietly hummed a song to himself... Rock Lobster, which was annoyingly catchy tune...

"Curse that annoyingly catchy tune" he cursed at himself, seeing the exit not far now, he couldn't shake the song out of his head since he had heard it earlier. He has forgotten how annoyingly catchy songs can get, especially songs like Hollaback Girl, sure that wouldn't bother him at first... But now he hates it. It's all stuck in his head.

Suddenly... A gush of wind rushed passed him in a form or a red and blue blur with blonde/golden accents, which caught him off guard as his hand itched for his gun out of instinct.

But what came after... Was Supergirl, waiting at the door out of the Hall of Justice. Her arms crossed as she smiles at him from across the hall. He assumed that was her who zoomed past him... But for what? To talk? Or something else? But her action managed to drive away the annoying songs repeating in his head which he silently thanked her.

She watched as he slowly made his way over, she couldn't keep his eyes off of him with a hungry look behind her own thoughts, the need to have him to herself. Her kinks were overwhelming her but she held it together... Just for this moment at least.

"Going somewhere?" she asked him with a hinting smirk, she had her back leaning off against the wall behind her as he finally approached fully, smiling at her too.

"Yeah, heading out, assuming you heard me with your super hearing" he winked with a teasing smile, one where it would make her blush uncontrollably which it did.

She giggled nervously, uncrossing her arms as she begins feeling her heart pounding faster at every moment, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of the way on her face. She's only had little interaction with him outside of combat but during it is when she's a different person overall... And he knew that. It's what drew him toward her a little... Along with her cuteness when everything calms down. And no threats around them.

"Y-Yeah" she spoke after a few seconds, not even trying to hide her blush anymore.

"Haha... You seem pretty interested in me from what I've seen, Y'know? ~" he got closer to her, putting his hand on the wall beside her as he leaned in - "You had your eyes on me every moment you could, which makes me think..." he took a pause for a moment to let it sink into Kara's mind - "That you've been thinking about me" he leaned back from her ear, a teasing smirk at the corners of his mouth.

Kara was breath-taken by his words, she had a feeling he'd known but mentioning it simply made her blush more furiously, she began chuckling and playing with her hair as her dirty thoughts began running amuck in her mind.

She bit her lip in response as she smirks before licking her lips as she looks at him in the eyes - "Well... It's hard not to when you catch my attention all the time" she awkwardly spoke, she didn't exactly know what to say in particular, she felt all flustered around him, her dirty thoughts and kinks didn't help her either as she nervously chuckles...

She really wanted to make a move on him... It was so easy, she begged herself to pull him into a fiery kiss... But she couldn't... Not yet at least... She wanted to wait it out.

Y/N began chuckling at her shy actions, he wasn't wrong about her being cute, he's heard stories about the almighty Supergirl, the toughest girl on planet Earth, he's heard about her from her cousin when he had a few run-ins with him. He found it adorable the way she was flustered around him, he knew for a fact she was when she'd look away when he noticed her staring at him.

However, he was impressed with her abilities, her courage and strength. Fair to say he thought of having Kara on his team that patrols the Galaxy and the planets, even Earth... His home as well as it's Kara's adopted world too.

He actually admires her too, she's amazing in every way he thought, thinking back to where she's saved his back a few times from unsuspecting enemies... Maybe he could use an extra pair of hands on his expeditions at one point.

"Sorry if I'm being awkward or anything, it's just that... I've never felt this way around a boy in... Well... A while I guess" she spoke after some seconds went by, being able to look back at him again.

"No need to apologize, I do admit my... Charm can be overwhelming for some woman" he joked with a laugh afterwards, getting her to laugh with him.

The laughing dies down a few seconds later again, the two staring at each other as a smile reaches their faces.

"Y'know? You're actually pretty attractive up close ~" Y/N stutters a little, he felt his face heat up as hers did the same - "Wanna go out for dinner? I know a place down in San Francisco" he asked her which caused her to widen her eyes in shock, before the flush of red grew brighter on her face, a smile creeping up not long after.

"I... Uh, yeah... Yeah! That sounds great but... The last time I ever went on a dinner date... It didn't exactly... Go well" she looked away for a moment, scrunching her face up upon thinking back to her date with Robin at the time before giggling.

"Oh? That date? ~" he snickered - "the one with the Boy Wonder? Yeah... Heard that went horrible, but don't worry, nothing like that'll happen... We can go as civilians" he offered, which was a surprise to her... He really is willing to go out to dinner with her.

"Y-yeah! That sounds nice, however. I was thinking of... Something else to do" she hinted with a smirk, her hand drifting up his clothed body as she stares hungrily in his eyes, her slow blinking hinted toward how she was feeling.

"Oh? Well... What else would you want to do? Think it can top the dinner date?" he smirked with her as he leaned in a little, he had her at the wall still as Kara's cheeks flushed a bright red again.

She felt her body on fire at this point, his face was close to hers. Kiss him Kara! Do it! She shouted at her self in her mind.

"I know you've been thinking hard about me Supergirl, it's no wonder you've been so flustered around me" he teased her next, causing Kara to blush even harder at this point. Calling her by her Superhero name began to turn her on, she loved the fact he called her by Supergirl instead of her actual name in private.

She felt her desires kicking in, her kinks, her dirty thoughts of wanting him to herself... He drove her crazy when she thought about him, pleasuring herself to feel something... But she wanted it to feel... Breathtaking.

With the hungry look of lust in her eyes, she looked at him with a different perspective - "Well... I want you for starters" she smirked with seduction in her voice, the moment turning her on even more.

He kept his smirk as he leaned in closer to her, their lips almost touching at this point - "Ha, you flatter me. I've always wondered how Supergirl would be in bed" she was surprised he said that, he also had dirty thoughts of his own, maybe his own kinks too?

Her hungry intent went into overdrive before she closed the gap between them, firing up a fiery kiss as she felt him pin him on the wall behind her, their lips beginning to dance into each other as smacking noises sounded off from their lips.

Their tongues began to dance into each others mouths performing a French Kiss, fighting for tongue dominance, the latter being turned on further as it continued. Kara moaned into the fiery kiss she pulled him into, there was no going back. She was going to put in all her best to show her feelings toward him.

Her hands freely roamed his clothed body, slowly drifting down below his waist, she was dying to have his member inside her.

His hands however, were on her hips, holding her there as he had her pinned on the wall, it was a moment soon that he began to get turned on by the fiery kiss which the Kryptonian girl started.

"I've been in relationships before, passed many eyes... But it seems yours is what I got lost into" he pulled back slightly to breathe, speaking out with words that sounded like a confession. He had to admit that Kara's blue angelic eyes is what also interested him... She was like an angel toward him.

Supergirl smiled hard at his words, before pecking him on the lips - "I'm not going to lie, but you turn me on when I think about you" the Maiden of Might confessed, she wasn't wrong... She's pleasured herself on many occasions she could when alone. Having him on her mind was pleasant which made her wetter by the second.

"Well, my charm can do that to beautiful looking women, I'm happy you're one of those women" he flirted, causing her to smile hard as she holds his hand next after he explored enough of her model of a body.

"Ever tried the Mile High Club?" she asked him with a smirk, the question seemed to make him erect upon thinking about it.

"Ask Starfire, she'll tell you all about it, guessing that's a kink of yours too right?" he responded with a smirk also, knowing where this was going.

"Well... Let's fly" she says with lust, he leans off from her before being dragged to the doors by her leading him outside, where her hair, cape and skirt would billow softly in the calm wind.

His arms would wrap around her as she began to fly them up, up and away into the sky, her cape, skirt and hair billowing even more as she flew him up higher out of sight of anyone, above the clouds where the fun would begin.

"Think you can handle me? I am Kryptonian, don't wanna crush your pelvis or your penis for the matter" she asked him with a smirk

Supergirl reaches down under her skirt and pulls at the under shorts she wore where it covered her clit, sliding them down as she bites her lip.

"Won't need these anymore, got plenty spare at home" she giggles excitedly, winking at him as she dropped them, the wind carelessly blowing them away as he watched it drift out of view. For some reason? He just hoped it didn't randomly land on a person's head below...

It didn't take long for her to move onto him next, slightly pulling his pants down to whip out his manhood next which she already knew was erect before she took him outside.

She smirked at this, didn't seem like she needed to lube it or anything, not with her being wet of course... She simply guided it into her as she felt the tip hovering over her clit.

"Ohhh fuck!" she moaned softly as it fully entered, she slightly squirms freely thanks to him holding onto her, he can't fly and bend the laws of gravity but she can.

He began thrusting up into her with his hips at a steady pace, slowly moving in and out of her as she moans softly when each thrust went in her.

"You're a virgin right?" he groans slightly, he should've asked earlier but he didn't. His question answered with a hum detailing a yes. He was surprised she wanted to do the Mile High Club for her first time, but... He smirked at the thought of taking her virginity... It wasn't the first time he's took a woman's virginity away.

His thrusts begin to pick up the pace a little as his cock slipped in and out more easier with Kara's pussy lubing his cock up with how wet she was.

"Oh fuck yes! Mmmm, never felt one in me before but it feels so good!" she opened her eyes before locking eye contact with his, Kara leaned back freely in the air as he leaned on top of her like he was on top of a woman in bed, only the bed is in the sky this time.

She kept herself steady within the sky, her cape and hair hanging downwards as she does. She felt his thighs hit hers gently with the slow pace he went with as he goes in for a fiery kiss, his hands freely exploring her back, feeling a little bit of her cape as well.

The both moan and groan into each others lips, feeling the sexual pleasure building up between them as he thrusts into her with more force, causing her to moan out his name with lust, he felt his cock go deeper in her once the hymen was broken a little further. Allowing him to thrust a little more deeper.

She moans his name once more as the latter begins kissing the crook of her neck, feeling his hot breath on hers. She for one hasn't felt this sexual pleasure before, she always wanted to know how it really felt.

"Mmmm Y/N" she groans softly, feeling his lips on her neck as he slowly thrusts in her, the calming winds blowing her hair and cape side to side as it blew on their semi naked bodies.

Her arms wrap around him next, kneading her nails on his back as he moves his hips to thrust into her a little more faster than before.

He stops kissing her neck and goes for her lips, beginning to make out with her to muffle her moans as he began picking up the paste with his thrusts, he wanted to give her a good time for her first sexual interaction. After all... She had Eyes on Him for the last few weeks, he had a feeling she was thinking a lot about him.

"The way she moans my name, she really is cute as fuck" Y/N talked to himself in his head, it was like he was already falling in love with the Maiden of Might, despite him having intercourse with her right now.

In the sky for that matter again, but with Supergirl this time...

He pulls back to look into her eyes, her blush grew deeper as she began to giggle in excitement, her kink becoming reality with him fucking her in the sky.

"You like that huh, don't you Supergirl?" he teased her, his free hand drifting up her suit, his hand now over the symbol she proudly wore as the Girl of Steel simply nodded and hummed a response. Her face said it all that she was enjoying this.

A moment later... He begins going faster... Faster... And more faster as her walls enclosed on his cock.

"AHH FUCK!" Kara moaned out loudly, she felt her walls closing in as she begins to wince a little as she felt her hymen fully breaking, a little blood spewing out from her clit

"You want me to slow down? ~" Y/N looks down and sees some blood, and he realized her hymen must've broke, noticing she was in a little bit of pain, Kara's kink of flying sex along with it being her first time having intercourse was a bad idea he thought, was she really that desperate to have her first intercourse in the sky? - "You're bleeding, I think we should stop for now" he said with worry on his face, he didn't think she would feel pain from this, though it is the sensitive part of her body as a woman.

"No! Keep going! I can - Ah Rao! Take it!" she growled through the little pain from her hymen breaking, opening her eyes to make eye contact with him. Giving him a drunken smile to show she's alright.

He smiled back at her before leaning back in toward her face and began thrusting at faster pace, using his hips like a jackhammer to pound thoroughly into her pussy.

"Oh fuck fuck, yes yes yes! Ahhhh-mmplhh!" her moans are softly cut off by his lips on hers, muffled as his lips dance with hers, the wind began to pick up not long after, showing that Kara was indeed flying now instead of staying stationary in the air.

Her hands claw at his back, feeling the pleasure overwhelm her once again, her vaginal walls enclose further on his cock, both fought for tongue dominance once again as she kept flying them both, wherever she's taking them.

Y/N breaks the kiss to take a little break, just to hear her moans again as he thrusts deeply in her, eventually hitting her G-spot, which made her squirm in pleasure.

"Ahhh yes! Keep at it and I'm gonna cum soon!! Don't stop any sooner!!!" she moaned out loudly, following up with a laugh of pleasure, a joy in her body to feel ready to release herself on him. Knowing her virginity is being taken away by the person she laid eyes on and daydreamed about.

She kept her Eyes on Him, not breaking eye contact as she feels his cock inside her, he made a comment of her being tight which she simply giggled at before her moans and groans of pleasure continued, still flying backwards, not having a care in the world with her cape and hair blowing oppositely fast.

"Ohhh fuuuuck" she moans out slowly, she felt his cock beginning to twitch inside her vaginal walls... Which only meant one thing.

"Ugh, Kara... Don't think you're gonna be the only who'll cum soon!" Y/N announced the warning to her, getting ready to pull out in case of impregnating Supergirl.

"Cum in me" she growls, which raised concern to him.

"What? You sure? You could get pregnant" the young Space Gunslinger wasn't sure about the idea of releasing his seed inside her, he wasn't exactly ready to have a kid yet... More specifically... A kid with a Kryptonian? They haven't even began dating yet.

"Trust me... I know what I'm doing!" she pleaded, biting her bottom lip as he kept thrusting.

The green light given, he thought - "Fuck it" he kept thrusting till the climax was approaching, he felt it rising in him, groaning a little. Kara's body squirmed as he kept his pace up.

"AHHHHH! I'm cumming!!" Kara felt her juices squirt out, onto his cock as he thrusted deeply into her a few more times before releasing inside her next... Both releasing at the same time almost, maintaining eye contact as their moans and groans lap over each other.

Kara's flight speed slowed down as her body finished squirming, feeling him fill her up fully finally after half a minute passed by.

The latter both chuckle at the same time before the Kryptonian pulls him into a soft kiss, smiling deeply into it.

"So... Wanna head back to mine? Seems I flown us near Metropolis accidently" Supergirl giggled, realizing where she flew herself and Y/N.

"For the night? Sure..." he agreed with the offer. But he felt he had another round in him... After all... His sex drive surely asked for another round... Perhaps Kara has another in her too - "Round two maybe?" he asked her after pulling his pants up, hiding his manhood.

"Yeah! I'd love to! ~" she seemed overjoyed by the thought, biting her bottom lip thinking about it too - "Since you're offering. I want you to dominate me"

"AHHH YES!!!! I'M CUMMING!!" Kara shouted at the top of her lungs, now naked on the bed as she gets railed from behind, her vaginal walls once again closing in on his cock. Y/N's thighs clapped off of her ass as the moment of climax approaches once again. They've been at it for a good 30 minutes,

Their moans lap over each other again as Y/N collapses on top of Kara from behind, she collapsed on the bed covers with a satisfactory laugh and sigh, feeling him fill her up again... Good thing she can't get pregnant due to birth control tablets that somehow works on a Kryptonian which had him confused. She didn't clarify how it works, quite possibly Kryptonian made too which would explain it.

The two finished panting as they cleaned themselves up, surprisingly he jumped into the bed with Kara as she laid her head on his chest, placing a hand on his body as he wrapped an arm around her.

"That was a lot of fun, thanks Y/N. Rao you were amazing as my first" Kara sighed with satisfaction, hugging him as she smiled brightly.

"You still owe me a date, I really do wanna take you out on one" he replied, she looked up at him with a smile upon thinking about it.

"Yeah... That would be nice..." he looked back down at her after she replied, both smiling before he kissed her softly - "And that wasn't a date? You taking my virginity away? I would've counted that as a date"

"Hmm... Not necessarily a date but... We could call it a hook-up date... Supergirl" he spoke after a few seconds of thinking, the Kryptonian had a look of confusion on her face, before giggling.

"Kara, Y/N. Supergirl is only out there when I wear the cape" her giggle continued which made him join in with her as well. Her laugh was cute, he never thought he'd fall in love harder.

"Well... Maybe I just like the name Supergirl more.. Because you are Super" he smirked as the laughter died down.

"Okay... That was bad ~" she cringed with a snicker, he rolled his eyes afterwards at her - "But thank you"

"Whatever, sounded better in my head... And you're welcome"

The two stare at each other not long after, Her Eyes on Him not going away anytime sooner before their faces drew closer. Their lips softly connecting not long after...

#dc comics #kara zor el #dc supergirl #supergirl x male reader #kara zor-el x male reader #supergirl x reader #supergirl #male reader #superhero x reader #kryptonian #dc fandom #dc fanfic #imagines #supergirl imagines #kara kent

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bengiyo · 9 months

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Only Friends Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

We've been waiting for Jojo to be unleashed for a long time. Let's do this.

Wouldn't be a Jojo show without a Jennie cameo.

Oh, they're letting First sing again.

Real shit, I kinda like the wristbands to signal what people might be into at this bar. Hearkens back to older handkerchief traditions.

Ray is kinda feisty. He's so ready to beef with someone.

Oh my god I have been part of this friend group as the table keeper.

Neo looks so good.

Ew, vomit.

They are about to fuck up Mew's academic career.

Of course Khaotung is playing the rich brat.

Boston messed them up first by combining work and sex. He's definitely going to bring Top on as the designer.

Hello, again, Mark. Always glad to see you.

Okay, love seeing Nick and Boston vibe.

Very refreshinging to just see guys flirting with each other without the BL pretense. Even gives us Ray being shitty because he feels possessive of Mew.

Top said he's had enough of the sex tryhards.

Oh, Boston, what was that? You brought Top around your friends and now you're jealous of Mew?

DRAKE?!!!

Ray is that friend who always requires so much when we go out.

"I'm gonna charge you more than an airport taxi." 😂

First and Khaotung really are just so powerful. I'm glad this is a strong cast, because their teamwork when it's just them is still so enjoyable to watch.

Congratulations to ForceBook for being the first to have a scene on this show, and on the counter no less.

Not these two having ice cream since Mew isn't ready. Top is going to be a problem, but at least he understands what No means.

Should I keep a counter for how many times Ray throws up in this show?

First still has it. One fond look and it's over.

No one had Neo and Drske as the first to fuck on their bingo board. Cutting this with Nick jacking off to unethically acquired thirst traps? My goodness.

Oh interesting. Top didn't put his pants back on.

I know we all came here for the hot stuff, but I really like seeing Mew and Top negotiate intimacy during this first night together.

Sand put Ray in a POOR BOY shirt. Those used to cost $5 in the city now I can't get a good sandwich for less than $12.

Ray you could just say thanks. No need to be a dick constantly.

This book store date is cute.

Okay, Nick! I like this thirst trap play!

Everyone is just going for it! Good job, Neo and Mark.

I really liked this one week montage.

Ray is channeling Bruce Wayne. "Harvey Dent. Can we trust him?"

Boston called Ray right out on his crush on Mew.

Only Cheum is invested in helping Mew out here.

"You're concerned about your friend, or you're just jealous?" Top clocked him.

Oh no is Force going to sing?

Oh, whew, it's just a grand gesture.

This was so much fun! I love that Boston and Ray are going to be the source of everyone's problems! Jealous Thot and Rich Boy With Anger Issues are some of my favorites. Why does First always have the most soulful eyes? Mew is another really good role for Book, and Force is clearly having the time of his life. Is there nothing Mark Pakin can't do? Lookjun is warming up, but I'm looking forward to more.

Also, Drake cameo! Who's going to show up next??

#only friends the series #ofts #thai bl #bl series #only friends meta #Ben watches

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hoeforhao · 8 months

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hi hello so i looked through the prompts and LET ME TELL U. prompt 1 and 4 with a bratty reader and mean dom wonwoo or joshua? instant brainrot for me. also i love ur writing ehehe <3

okay this is my first one for the prompts, thank you sm for all the thirsty requests!!!😼 i initially wanted to do this with joshua but there are already three joshua requests so 😵‍💫prompt list

Being the bratty little girl you are and walking in on wonwoo playing games with his friends, when he had specially warned you several times not to ; dressed up in a tight silk skirt, straddling his lap while his friends were on a video call with him, meant landing onto his satan side - the only difference being this satan will take away all the senses in your pussy rather than your soul!!

"What did I tell you love, hmm?" wonwoo places one of his fingers under you chin harshly pushing your face up from burning holes into the floor to meey his face, his eyes which have now turned from soft kitten orbs to dark sinister ones.

You were so engrossed into the anticipation of the doom that was gonna shower on you soon, that the sudden shift of your eyes from the dark tiles to his red beads made your own ones blink in sensitivity.

"I-I'm so..sorry wonu" your last game plan to escape from his wrath was to give him those puppy eyes, but alas this time you've truly got on the last of his nerves and nothing could save you now.

"That's not the answer to my question honey" wonwoo's grip on your chin tightens, ensuring to leave his mark on there later.

Realizing that there's no running away from the fruit of your actions this time, you give in to his lordship."You t-told me not to...not to disturb you while...." you took a long pause before saying out the keyword to your answer, too long for wonwoo's liking.

"Did cat got your tongue sweetheart? Hmm? You know I don't like to wait" wonwoo drawing his nails through your tightly shut lips made a whimper escape the dark caves, making your blurt out the last word from the sudden pain.

"Gaming. You told me not to disturb you while you were gaming"

"And what did you do? The exact thing that I you from, right?" you could only nod in response while being harshly pushed to your knees onto the cold floor, your face perfectly aligning in front of his bulge.

"You do know how much I hate bratty girls, don't you love?" wonwoo's hands now shift from your shoulders to the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them in one quick swish and pushing the grey piece of clothing along with his boxers down his waist ; his painfully hard cock springing up against his stomach in the process.

No matter how many times you've see his cock, no matter how many times you've jumped on the same, blew him off, you're still taken aback everytime at the beauty of his length - pink veins running down the tip to his balls and connecting them with those on his abs, perfectly rounded mushroom head...

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” wonwoo's sudden remark brings you out of the trance of admiring your boyfriend's perfect dick, as he firmly grabs onto a bunch of your hair, instantly pushing your mouth onto his throbbing length.

Getting what your lips have been wanting since the very time you saw him in those gray sweatpants, you waste no time in moving your mouth up and down his girth, as if the sole purpose of your cavity was to fill his cock into and give him the most tantalizing head of his life.

Your tongue decides to be all bratty again as you momentarily take his cock out of your mouth to lick the precum leaking down his tip, while you hand ghosts above his balls, giving them a tight squeeze in the way.

Wonwoo's groans grow impatient as he has finally had enough of your shenanigans and decides to not let you loose anymore. He yanks your hair back again, forcing his entire length into your mouth, and holding you in place constantly with the grip on your head, leaving only the minimum amount of space required for you to bob up and down his cock.

"F-fuck fuck fuck such a slutty mouth, taking...taking me all in into its warmth" his hold on your scrap stiffens as you are now left incompetent to speak, his tip hitting the absolute back end of your throat, making you gag for some sort of air into your lungs.

Your movements begin to slump as you feel wonwoo start twitching inside your mouth, his hand on your hair slowly relieving itself, while the veins on his cock go from strained to a relaxed state. And with that without a single warning, he shoots all his load into your cavity, some of it already making its way down your throat and the rest of it dripping down onto your lap.

"So fuckin pretty" wonwoo opens his eyes to now look at the picture he has painted in front of him - the cum stained face of his bratty girlfriend, dried out tears still pooling at the corner of her eyes while his juices leaked down her maroon lips.

"You came, but what about me wonu?" your panties were leaking wet from your own slick, pussy throbbing from the heat building up inside your stomach, wanting to be filled up by the warmth of wonwoo's cock.

“If you want to cum you have to beg, love” wonwoo's hands land on your shoulders again to pick you up from the praying position of worshipping his dick, and pushing you onto the bed, buckling up for the long night that's about to ensure now.

#kpop #seventeen #svtcreations #wonwoo smut #svt smut #wonwoo drabble #wonu smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x y/n #seventeen smut #kpop smut #svt drabbles #kpop drabbles #seventeen drabbles #smut prompts #prompt list #wonwoo imagines #svt headcanons #wonwoo headcanons

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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 2 years

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sugar daddy shigaraki fucking all of my holes whenever he wants has me in a vice grip 😩

SMUT 18+ Shigaraki x female reader

So I've received several Sugar daddy and Sugar baby asks so here's a shirt little headcannon.

Shigaraki as a Sugar baby / Sugar Daddy

Sugar Baby

He has a sexy heiress who loves spoiling her hot boytoy. One time during sex he wasn't able to stop himself from muttering out how much he loves you. The words came out in the height of pleasure before he could stop them.

Not that he didn't mean it cause he does, but he knows he's just a good fuck for you, or so he thinks. His eyes scan your face, worried about your reaction. He sees a soft smile grace your lips right before they meet his. The kiss is long and passionate, neither of you pull away till your lungs burn from lack of air.

"Well then maybe you should move in lover. So we don't have to be apart. Oh and Tomura, I love you too my beautiful boy".

Sugar daddy

Spent endless hours lusting after you, watching the way you moved, how your clothes hug your body, clinging to every curve, fuck it looked so enticing. He found himself constantly thinking about how that body looked under those clothes. How your flesh would squish and feel under his roaming hands as his palms groped every part of you.

The primal hunger to have your walls gripping his thickness while he pounds you into whatever surface happens to be close by. The very thought has his manhood twitching in his pants, causing him to cup himself through the fabric.

So now that he has the power and means to have you under his thumb, however he wants, he will take full advantage of it. He knew you needed money and had a desire for expensive things so he could help with both. And you would 'help' him.

Your at his beck and call 24/7. The second you hear his low raspy voice ordering you to his room, saying that he requires your assistance you know to drop everything and immediately head there in whatever outfit he insits you wear.

Once you arrive you find him reclined at his desk, he greets with the usual "hello kitten". Motioning you over by curling his index finger, a flirtatious grin on his face. "Come here" he beckons you closer.

You start to walk over to him but he quickly corrects you. "Now is that how you're suppose to come to me" he questions, his non existent eyebrows quirked. Realizing your mistake you apologize and immediately drop to your hands and knees crawling to him, stopping between his parted thighs. The outline of his hard-on bulging against pants mere inches from your face. You can see a wet patch forming on the cloth as pre cum leaked from the tip.

"Please me" he commands. You don’t need to be told twice. Your hands pull his waistband down until his glorious cock springs into view. Wasting no time you begun worshiping it. Taking the head in your mouth. Letting your tongue twirl around the oozing tip before trailing down the side and back up, making sure to thoroughly coat it with your saliva before deep throating him.

It's not long before he's controlling your head, hips thrusting madly into your mouth, forcing every inch down your throat. Holding your head in place, telling you how good you're making him feel. That he's never felt such pleasure. His loud groans give you pride. This powerful, strong man is putty in your hands.

Thinks you're only with him for the money and gifts. Doesn't know how much you really enjoy being with him. That you're addicted to sinking down on his cock, having him rearranging your guts as he wrecks your insides makes your toes curl in delight.

He buys you all sorts of gifts cause he wants to keep you bouncing on his dick but he doesn’t realize you spread your legs for him cause you're hungry for him and him alone. Just being in his presence has your panties soaked. So one day when he brings you a diamond necklace and you simply toss it aside he gets worried that you have no more desire for his gifts and are done being his little sex toy.

"I don't want your gifts Tomura" the annoyance in your tone does not go unnoticed. His hands ball into fists at his side. He won't lose you, he can't. Pain spreads through his chest as he thinks you're rejecting him. But he is brought out of his fog of heartbreak when your next words pierce through his fear.

"What I want, Shigaraki, is to be in your bed every night. To wake up in your arms in the morning. To hear you say that you lov..." you stop yourself from confessing your love, knowing it won't be returned. So needless to say you're quite surprised when you feel him bury his head in your chest as those lanky arms entrap you, holding you tightly. A small sob erupts from his chest. Shocking you even more, Is he crying, you wonder.

"Tomura ?" You question.

Looking up at you asks "say it again. Tell me you want me again I need to know this is real"

"Of course its real" you reply before he smashes his lips against yours.

@randomconfusedperson19

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki headcanons

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laneysmusings · 4 months

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Hello hello! I've recently acquired the Mike Logan brainrot and I LOVE the fics you've written and I ADORE your tags about him!!

SO. I was wondering if you maybe, possibly, hopefully were willing to share any headcanons you have of him? 👉👈 If not then just delete this ask!

Thank you muchly!

it’s my birthday today, and it’s been a terrible one at that, but this ask literally made my face light up. I feel gifted by you — I would be HAPPY to provide headcanons of this gargantuan idiot, this hunk of massive Catholic guilt, my emotional support beleaguered detective

₊˚.༄ Mike Logan Headcanons

₊˚✦ he’s like, an adequate cook? Most likely good at breakfast in the morning and maybe some basic dishes, self sufficient so he doesn’t solely live off of takeout (but it’s like a quarter of his diet). I can’t say he can’t cook because it’s just not realistic. Boy’s gotta’ eat, y’know?

₊˚✦ Mike has trash coffee taste, takes it straight with maybe some cream or a sugar packet but refuses to try other things like blended drinks, will drink a cappuccino or an americano but hates being in a Starbucks

₊˚✦ UNLESS he gets spoilt and used to better coffee but then he’s doomed and cursed to the shit coffee at work and complains even more than usual. Which is a lot.

₊˚✦ I’ve got a feeling that, with being super progressive in his views, he definitely was one of those police officers in the beginning that everyone was shocked by. This little stinker, a raucous trouble maker, an OFFICER? PUHLEASE

₊˚✦ he’s so quick to fight for one (scrappy more like) he’s just got no fit outlet, so work became his outlet (terrible decision really) — but he’s got such hyperactivity and restlessness, probably born from some childhood PTSD and ADHD/ADD, that it just gnaws at him and lets him get too caught up in his emotions

₊˚✦ the boy needs therapy + AND NOT WITH LIZ

₊˚✦ cuddle bug but doesn’t look like it immediately — like sure he’s probably got some weird stuff with intimacy beyond sex (I can do a WHOLE other set of headcanons about this man’s issues with intimacy, both sexual and non sexual)

₊˚✦ but literally a cuddle bug, he will YANK his partner back into bed. he’s a lazy weekend guy and stands by it — it’s when he catches up on sleep and gets to take his time. He doesn’t shave on weekends either so he gets the perfect “I know I’m hot but I make it look effortless” stubble which is damning. Like fuck.

₊˚✦ I think when he works out he does cardio and maybe weight training but not all too much? Like above the minimum since he’s required to like, apprehend people, run chase and whatnot — but he’s not living at the gym if you catch my drift

₊˚✦ snores. he fucking snores look at that man and tell me he doesn’t snore.

₊˚✦ gets nightmares but doesn’t cope well with them — or have much if any good coping mechanisms honestly. Maybe later in life he’ll adapt some better ones, but everything he’d recommend to others, he wouldn’t do for himself.

₊˚✦ definitely not a “decorate his place for the holidays” person unless his partner is, then he’ll play along and get some fun out of it, but I doubt he’s got a box of decorations tucked away in some closet.

₊˚✦ speaking of closets — this man, oh I swear to god, has owned the same damn ties for like, 12+ years. What magic is in that fabric because I know he’s too cheap to buy good quality shirts and ties, maybe decent suits but still like department store, Macy’s suits. Joseph A. Bank maybe? I’m doubtful on Brooks Brothers, like there’s blood and probably brain matter on them all but fuck it, NYC dry cleaning. There’s also mustard stains, canonically, on them. He’s a slob, someone get this man a tide pen.

₊˚✦ lol all I can see now is him trying to iron his clothes in his apartment with the whole board and iron in like, a tank and boxers and mid-calf socks as he gets ready before work. Oh Dick Wolf you had so much promise with this man.

₊˚✦ he definitely has played and probably would play in the police recreational baseball league, it’s mentioned in an episode and he’s passionate about the Yankees. I’m torn between him actually sporting baseball gear or if it’s really casual with jeans and jerseys and baseball caps. (Pls pls pls PLEASE)

₊˚✦ ooh I’m not sure when he changed it but he used to wear a gold crucifix, fuck my life, but stopped wearing it later on and I’m wondering if it’s due to him taking a bigger step away from Catholicism? Like he’s absolutely a lapsed Catholic with terrible experiences in both home and church, it makes sense for him to be conflicted if not repelled from religion. I’d like to think out of habit he may still go to holiday midnight masses, and sometimes on his own for the quiet and the near-anonymity.

₊˚✦ I’m thinking that leather coat of his he wears around all the time, even in the snow like a fucking moron, may have been a gift or one of his bigger purchases for himself. Like something he saved up for or found and just, let himself have the little luxury. Coats like that are expensive and high quality, he wears the same damn one nearly every episode in both the original series and when he was on criminal intent.

₊˚✦ it may just be me projecting, but I feel like he’s got a record collection. Probably some old record player and some nice speakers, milk crates full of records that he has to bend over to sort through, groaning about his back all the while. Definitely a lot of jazz standards and the greats like Sinatra, as he mentions in the series at some point, Martin, Baker, Fitzgerald, Armstrong, Cooke, Davis, etc plus some classic rock, stuff like the typical dad rock™️ — doesn’t peg me as a frequent flyer for concerts but goes for really good shows, he’s a medium venue person not the intimate ones but not the giant stadiums either. He likes Billy Joel but isn’t vocal about it.

₊˚✦ he’s got clutter in his place, a little too cramped but it makes it homey, not decorative but at least lived in. Things are more out in the open than put away, he’s more visual and muscle memory based than having things stored away.

₊˚✦ lastly, a massive sweet tooth. A snacker, keeps things in the drawer of his desk to munch on between meals. He’s got more snacks than ingredients to cook with in his home kitchen and I stand by that. He looks like he would enjoy pretzels a lot, like a lot. And other salty snacks, but definitely an ice cream, eat out the tub kinda’ guy. I’m betting Raspberry, Chocolate, or Strawberry. Maybe a chocolate fudge if he’s feeling a little wild.

Note: I’d literally be more than happy to expand on any of these if not write even more headcanons

#law and order #mike logan #asked and answered #thank you lovely!!! literally made my night thank you so much #mike Logan headcanons #mike Logan law and order #L&O #michael logan

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softievante · 8 months

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lowkey got hooked when you did that seoksoon prompt so maybe it'd be nice to see the oblivious weight gain hit seokmin like a truck and he only realizes it after breaking open his pants after a meal and soonyoung is definitely going to like enjoy teasing him as revenge even if he's only gotten heavier since

hello thank you for my first request since my hiatus it’s an honor to fulfil brainworms 🤓 especially with these two as the pairing hehe

i Loved getting this bc !! mutual gaining !! yay! hope you enjoy it <3

(to anyone reading this a stand-alone, it’s actually a sequence to this prompt/ficlet)

having a chubby boyfriend wasn’t on any of seokmin’s particular list of wants when he pictured a partner by his side. don’t get this wrong, though, since he actually never thought about any specific figure, much less a specific person before he met soonyoung. the adjective in question, however, is having a bigger impact than he’s ever dreamed on his relationship—in a good, crazy-driving-way, of course, with a focus on the big aspects of the whole scenario.

soonyoung has only gained more weight since the night he realised his pants were giving up on his stupid ass, seokmin has only used more and more of his dick these days as he couldn’t seem to stop getting enough of a well filled-out soonyoung.

(it’s like he was trying to knock the poor boy up, seriously. it didn’t help that one time soonyoung mentioned this and seokmin went completely nuts, having too much material on his hands with soonyoung’s round belly...)

so, having a chubby s/o wasn’t on his list of requirements, but now he thinks he wouldn’t have any other way. specially as he got to witness every little change on his boyfriend’s body, that now took much more space everywhere, the fluffiness impossible to hide.

the thighs, for fuck’s sake… seokmin thinks he could die crushed by them.

that morning, an image that became periodic in that apartment caught his eyes when he was about to enter their shared bathroom. soonyoung is planted on the scale, brows furrowed as he tried to find a way to check which numbers were on the screen—he could no longer suck his gut out of his vision, apparently.

ignoring the twitch of his cock in favour of being annoying, seokmin walks silently and puts half of his foot in the space between soonyoung’s feet, pressing it down in order to make the numbers go up.

“uh? how is this…” as soonyoung leaves the position and seokmin’s quick to step off, careful to stay behind him, his crescent-moon eyes go wide in surprise.

“what? did it break already?” seokmin’s voice comes next to soonyoung’s shoulders, provoking as always. the latter almost jumped on spot.

“oh my god, fuck off! i almost fainted!” he slaps him in retaliation, although the jolting movement of all of his “extras” only make seokmin smile more.

he’s having the time of his life kissing soonyoung’s pout away while he gropes his sides, the soft flesh flexible like dough under his hands.

“sorry, it’s just so cute when you don’t know what’s happening while deep down you really want that weight on you…” seokmin explains his actions, giving soonyoung’s belly a few gentle taps.

soonyoung gasps.

“w-what, who said i want that?”

“you don’t need to verbally communicate, your panic says it all.”

“i hate you,” he complains, lightly pushing seokmin away. with the touch, soonyoung notices how his fingers sinked more than usual, seokmin’s chest definitely more cushioned than he remembers. interesting.

“no you don’t,” seokmin retorts meanwhile soonyoung’s busy checking out his frame, gaze attentive to how the pyjama shorts hugged his thighs in a way that it certainly didn’t before. “wanna reserve this friday for a stuffing? it’s been a while since we did that, right?”

the option runned through soonyoung’s head while he rest his hand on seokmin’s hip. it was… softer than before? a gentle squeeze was gave on the spot as a thought formed in his mind, bright and alluring.

“actually…” he says, letting digits press on seokmin’s waist. it’s delightful how they knead the supple flesh. “i think i’m ok for now. we can have a watch party, though. we really need to catch up on that mexican drama we said we’d wait for the episodes to pile up, remember?”

“oh, right! that sounds good.” soonyoung nods just to reassure it, even though his focus is long lost in the new revelation under his palms. seokmin offers, “but do you want anything special to eat? to compensate for my awful behaviour of scaring you…” he singsongs in a mock.

soonyoung grins, unbothered by the teasing and knowing exactly what to choose in order to confirm his suppositions.

“no. pizza’s fine.”

***

friday comes after a very stressful week, so seokmin doesn’t mind keeping his work clothes on as he proceeds to open a beer and text soonyoung that he’s already at home. they usually get 10 minutes before or after one another, so it’ll probably be a short wait.

seokmin frees three buttons of his shirt as he heads to open the windows to make the breeze circulate. it’s hot today, and thank god he still got a few more beers left in the fridge in case soonyoung takes longer than expected to arrive.

he continues to get comfortable in spite of the formal dressing, tie being discarded on a chair and shirt untucked from his pants. the belt is unbuckled along a sigh of relief, the pressure of a whole day in and out of meetings seeming to dissipate with the action. seokmin adjusts the tight fabric of the bottom clothes, still, tugging it in an attempt to feel less trapped. if he was in one of his moods, it’d already be gone, but since the night was settled on a watch party, he didn’t wanna appear too horny.

he sits down on the sofa, not seeming to notice how his body sinks further in the cushion, takes a generous gulp of the beer can, and waits.

***

seokmin is on his second can and finishing a bag of chips when soonyoung arrives, three large pizza boxes stacked on his hands.

“hellooo,” he greets, getting rid of his shoes before stepping into the apartment. “me and the pizzas are home!”

“wow, what a perfect timing,” seokmin comments as he gets up, a small grunt leaving his lips due to the effort after having sat back so comfortably.

“isn’t it?” soonyoung grins, knowing the two of them would get grumpy if they had to wait for the order still. it seemed a good idea to get their dinner on the way.

seokmin gives him a gentle peck, helping with the pizza boxes as soonyoung analyzed the small table—not as empty as he generally found.

“were you already snacking without me?” he narrowed his eyes, grabbing the empty chip bag as if presenting evidence.

“hm, yeah? you know i can’t drink on an empty stomach, it makes me dizzy,” seokmin mumbles, apparently not mindful of the curious stare he was receiving.

soonyoung’s brain is instantly alarmed by the observation, fighting back a smile as he looks at his boyfriend’s bloated middle, more than obvious when he bents to organize the pizzas.

“right.” soonyoung licks his lips, not strong enough to stop himself from slapping seokmin’s ass just to feel it jiggling. damn.

“hey!” seokmin yelps, meeting soonyoung’s mischievous expression when he straightens up. “what’s this now, didn’t we agree on a drama night?”

“am i not allowed to have fun anymore?” soonyoung feigns a shocked face, palm at his chest.

seokmin shoves him playfully, holding out his hand next to invite him to sit down.

“yeah, of course…” he says before reaching out to grab a slice, wasting no time in biting it almost in half.

and to think soonyoung is the one being teased for his eating habits all the time…

maybe it was time someone got conscious of their acquired manners as well.

***

soonyoung thinks this is the most self-control he’s had for months, but it doesn’t hurt as he thought it would. the holding back doesn’t seem too bad, although he spent the day taking it easy on his meals. after all, it is for a good cause. he’s now more than sure seokmin didn’t enjoy his gain as a merely passive watcher. he, too, spilled as they sat, both from the sides and from the front, stomach a protruding roundness that only drew more attention as he finished the second beer in small sips.

seokmin didn't have soonyoung's somewhat desperate way of eating, but he had a surprising ability to stuff food in his mouth. it was an entertainment, a private show, watching him devour his favourite dish in big bites that left his cheeks full for almost a whole minute.

soonyoung took advantage of his distraction with the series running on the tv (as well as with the absurd amount of cheese he swallowed each time) to revisit the places that caught his attention throughout the week—the thick thighs that doubled in size when he sat down, the arms that gained a layer of fat on top of the muscle he built at the gym he went to three days a week. maybe that could have slowed down the gain at first, but it wasn’t able to do a miracle in the face of mindlessly snacking during the day with the excuse of filling up soonyoung.

thighs, arms, belly, cute cheeks to match soonyoung’s. his ass was on another level, certainly giving him more comfort to stay seated for hours if he wanted to.

and the fucking pants. soonyoung revels in the thought that this might come full circle in a short time, because soon that poor fabric isn’t gonna stretch more to accommodate his boyfriend’s indulgences.

“hey, is there still pepperoni left?” he asks, partly to mask his embarrassing enthusiasm, and a little to see seokmin’s roundness showing again as he leans for a slice.

“hm, i think we ate it all, but let me see.”

soon came, well, sooner than soonyoung had expected. as seokmin surges forward, he lets out an audible groan, which is accompanied by an also audible rip.

if soonyoung had cat-like ears, they’d be up and moving at the moment.

“what was that?”

“what,” seokmin parrots, slowly dropping the slice in its box while he moves back to sit properly and inspect the presumed damage.

“oh my god,” soonyoung spits out as he watches seokmin’s hands travel to his own middle, lifting his shirt just enough to understand what happened. in case seokmin himself didn’t get it, soonyoung exclaims like a kid who won a brand new toy, “you tore open your work pants!”

“no i– i didn’t, i–” it’s useless. he did. and there’s no time to comprehend the extent of his humiliation.

in a blink, soonyoung is all over him, pinning him to the sofa in a trap with no escape (he had the weight advantage, in the end). his thighs settle on seokmin’s lap without mercy, eliciting a grunt out of him.

“s-soonyoung, wait,” seokmin pleads, the fullness of his belly much more heavy in that position. it’s mortifying.

and soonyoung isn’t kind.

“wait for what? you don’t want me to see how fat you’ve gotten?”

it’s like the air is sucked out of seokmin’s lungs, his insides burning in a mix of shame and awkward arousal.

“shut up, you’re the one to talk,” he tries to quip, feeling ridiculous to be downgraded by someone who’s up his size by a considerable amount of pounds.

“yeah, i’m the one to talk, because at least i’m aware of it,” soonyoung bites back, lifting seokmin’s shirt to finally reveal the chubbiness that had taken over a defined abdomen. he bites his lower lip, entranced. “look at this, how did you manage to hide it from me, huh?”

“i didn’t hide anything!” seokmin squirms, hating that he’s somehow enjoying the attention. “there’s nothing to hide.”

“of course there’s nothing to hide,” soonyoung responds like he’s sputtering facts. “you have a lot to show now, actually.”

seokmin mutters a shut up, breathless both due to the shame of being so blatantly teased by his boyfriend and to the rich meal stuffing him.

it doesn’t help that soonyoung has landed his salient tummy exactly where his dick is starting to tent, and neither does the satisfying sensation of small, cute fingers feeling him up as they please.

the question that leaves soonyoung’s mouth is shoot without further thought, “can i feed you?”

seokmin chuckles, unsure if out of disbelief or nervousness.

“you’re really into this roles reversed thing, aren’t you?”

“it’s just that now i see why you got so eager to fatten me up…” he pouts, almost convincing with the innocent facade he puts on. seokmin swallows a moan when a squeeze pinches his flanks. “so much more to grab, ah,” soonyoung is caught by surprise when two palms land on his ass, making him screech. he smirks as seokmin encourages him to move, pressing him against his hard-on. two can play that game, right? “more seokminnie for me,” he whines, smushing his belly against seokmin’s.

“don’t get too excited, i’m not gonna let myself go like you,” seokmin warns in between a grunt, grasping soonyoung’s butt with fierce to let him know he can yet take control.

“right. keep telling yourself that.” soonyoung rolls his eyes, wiggling his hips just to be a tease before getting up to bring the small table closer, one hand resting at seokmin’s tummy to keep him in place. a slice in his hold, he plops on seokmin’s lap again. “we’ll soon be sharing clothes.”

seokmin snickers in disdain.

“you wish. enjoy this feeding session, ‘cause it’s gonna be the last.”

soonyoung bites his lower lip, knowing at his core that no, it wouldn’t. his boyfriend was just a stubborn asshole when he wanted to, but soonyoung could be much more stubborn.

“if you say so… now open up, baby. let’s see what more can this belly fit now that it’s free from evil buttons, hm?”

after a long sigh, seokmin obeys. somehow, he knows he’s wrong—this isn’t gonna be the last; not when being fed by your boyfriend feels so fucking good.

#cher rqs #cher fics #seoksoon #i enjoyed this smmmm #hope you enjoy it too :)#svt #chubby hoshi #chubby seokmin

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remiratboi · 2 months

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Hello Friends :)

So apparently I’m a monsterfucking blog now 🤷🏼

I’ve been super absent, and this post doesn’t change that. Im still not here actually.

Im writing this fluffy smutty lil monsterfucking piece to try to work on sharing my writing as my dream is to be a novelist but im terrified of being published. Or… you know… writing. Anyway 😅 so I’m practicing by sharing this here. I’ll be posting in chapters, but again, I’m not present on here rn other than these chapters.

The TW covers the entire thing but all things are not necessarily in every chapter. This is a fantasy, consent is required, read at your own risk.

Oh also (sorry we are almost there) I’m making up my own rules about creatures/nonhumanraces and shit here ok? Anything’s possible.

Cernis Sulxan - He/Him - AMAB

Ellory Broadmoore - He/They - AFAB (post top surgery and testosterone)

TW - Anxiety, OCD, OCPD, Autism, Minor Hoarding (like hoarding but it’s all paper no dangerous hoarding), some body image issues more related to gender dysphoria but also very vaguely ED related. Lots of dark sex stuff. Borderline noncon, but kinda cnc. Forced heats kinda, monster fucking, anal, masturbation, choking, incubus, dragon dick, size kink, bdsm, overstim, denial, edging, toys, public sex, impact play, probably more, I dno yet. But lots of dark sex so

Chapter One - Cernis

Cernis Sulxan was a simple man, who lead a simple life. He had founded his law firm in his late 20s, and now at 36, it was thriving. He handled non criminal cases. Menial things about property, and debt. Boring cases with hours and hours of research and paperwork. He loved it.

Some Dragonborn love treasure. Ok most Dragonborn love treasure. And he guessed, in a way, he did too. Only his “treasure” didn’t look the same as other Dragonborn hoards. His treasure was information. He collected records and documents like others collected jewels and coins. His office, and his home although he’d never admit it, were both piled high with boxes full of meaningless papers. He knew they were meaningless. But he loved every, single, one.

His problem was, though, that after almost 10 years, he had collected quite the hoard. The other two lawyers in his firm, as well as their paralegals, interns, and even the receptionist had all complained to him that the space had become suffocating.

He sat in his office and stewed while watching the pretty, heart faced man directing a number of their employees around the office. Sulxan Legal Offices had a stylish modern look, with walls made of glass and furniture of a pale, tan wood. Little pops of color accented the space wherever they could, crammed between stacks of papers, and bankers boxes with even more.

Cernis hadn’t wanted to hire the peppy, frustratingly positive man and his team, but the other partners had threatened to leave the practice if he didn’t do something about the papers. So, there Cernis was, hunched over his desk, hulking like a gargoyle, giving the evil eye to a practical stranger just doing their job. He growled at himself and tried to focus on his work.

About one minute passed before Cernis was staring at the man again. Ellory Broadmoore, of Broadmoore Designs, a local organization and workplace efficiency firm, was directing his staff to move boxes to and from various locations. Cernis thought it looked like a whole lot of nothing for a job that didn’t even, really, need doing. He tapped his long fingers on his desk, the sharp claws making tiny scratches on top of hundreds of other tiny scratches that already covered the desktop.

Cernis flushed and quickly dropped his gaze as Ellory turned to look at him through the glass. The man walked up and, politely, knocked on the door to Cernis’ office.

Cernis panicked for a moment and stared at the man through the glass. Finally he managed to nod slightly, Ellory thankfully understanding this was a sign to enter.

“Sorry to bother you Sir,” Ellory started. Cernis’ nose twitched slightly at the use of “Sir” from such a pretty, innocent looking man. He tried to focus on what they were saying. “I’ve had a chance to really look into your situation here,” they continued. Ellory entered the room while speaking, and gently shut the door behind himself. “I think it’s really a lot more manageable than what was portrayed to me in my consultation with your partners.” The man walked forward and sunk gracefully into one of the two chairs opposite Cernis at his desk.

“I think it’s likely they felt overwhelmed by the current circumstances, but I’m confident in my ability to make this workspace more accessible, while keeping it true to the lived in feel you seem to be drawn to.” The man spoke smoothly, but in a confident knowledgeable way, not in the prim, self-righteous way Cernis had expected. He still didn’t like them though.

“I think” Cernis replied, a hint of mockery slipping out, “that the office is fine the way it is.” He folded his arms on his wide chest and leaned back. “And I also think, all this about ‘energies’ and ‘feelings’ is complete bullshit. If I hadn’t been threatened, you wouldn’t be here.” Cernis smiled inwardly, self satisfied with his little outburst.

Until, that is, Ellory burst out laughing. A beautiful, peeling bell sound, rolling over and around itself. Like a bubbling brook made of chimes. Cernis’ heart thudded hard in his chest. He was shocked. Both by his immediate reaction to the man’s laughter, but also that he felt anything at all.

Cernis was well past his prime. The years when an Incubus is mature and fertile. The time when their innate drive to breed becomes overwhelming, and all encompassing. He was many years past that foolishness, and he was content with his solitary life. He had no desire for romance, or partnership. He wasn’t sure if that was normal for an Incubus, but it had always been how he was.

Then again, he was only a half Incubus. Half sex demon, half Dragonborn. Luckily his Dragonborn genetics from his mother had been much stronger than the Incubus genetics from his long absent, deadbeat father. He had never known his father, and his mother had never known another Incubus. In fact, they were relatively rare in this realm. So Cernis had always struggled to find any literature or information on them. He had the basics, but as his heart thudded in his chest now, he wondered if maybe he had it wrong.

No.

He thought firmly to himself.

I’m just over stressed, and this stupid man surprised me. That’s all it is.

Ellory recovered himself while Cernis had his private crisis. Wiping a tear from their eye, or at least pretending to, Ellory replied “Ah, Mr. Sulxan, I’m sorry for laughing. You just looked so precious with your big crossed arms and angry glare.” Cernis growled lowly, but the man seemed to either not notice, or not care.

Ellory clasped their hands in front of them. A wide smile was on their face. “If you’d like to end our contract early, by all means, I can just charge a consulting fee and the few hours of labour from today. I really think I can help you, but if you’re not ready to take this step, I understand. No hard feelings.” Ellory shrugged and looked expectantly at Cernis.

The large Dragonborn man narrowed his eyes at Ellory in a very reptilian way. “That’s it? I can just end this?” Cernis queried.

“Of course!” Ellory exclaimed. They turned to motion to their workers in the rest of the office still moving boxes around. “You say the word and they stop what they are doing.” He turns back to Cernis, a sly smile on their face. “I’m not the one who threatened you. I don’t think you’re the kind of man I’d want on my bad side.” The pretty man winked at Cernis and his heart thudded hard once again.

“Stop flirting with me.” Cernis sputtered out, eyes still narrowed and squinting. The other man smiled widely in response, a knowing twinkle in his eye.

“No,” Cernis responded after a long pause, and finally relaxed his face back to normal, “don’t stop.” He sighed. “Yet, at least.” Cernis couldn’t believe he was hearing his own words as he spoke. Two parts of him warred within. His desire to keep his hoard the way it was, and the desire to keep this man around. Ellory’s grin widened and Cernis glared at them. “Go away, and do” Cernis waggled his long fingers at the other workers “whatever it is you’re doing.”

Ellory nodded respectfully and stood up. He walked to the door of the little office and went to open it. “W-wait.” Cernis said, standing up behind his desk. Ellory turned to look back at the large Dragonborn, their eyes wide and curious. This time Cernis felt something other than his nose, or heart pulse. His head swam slightly. He didn’t know what was happening. He felt, almost intoxicated.

“Uh…” he ran a hand over his head and down the back of his neck, trying to think of something to say. “Sorry, uh, for being rude earlier. I just…” he trailed off.

“Don’t believe in feelings.” Ellory finished, matter of factually. “That’s ok, we will be working with eachother a lot over the next while. Hopefully I can convince you to believe.” Ellory winked again, a smirk on their lips as they opened the door and stepped out. They shut the door softly behind them, not looking at Cernis again.

Chapter 2! vvv

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jamneuromain · 1 year

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Distraction Drabble

Previously: You Had Me Before Hello

Smut implied drabble. Written in frustration that my groupwork ended poorly (and maybe inspired a little by this post: anika)

I pictured this: ↑, but naked.

“I can’t do it.” You announce as you dump your laptop on the bed, flustering, leaning yourself closer to him. “I can’t. I’ve got nothing.”

“What is it, buttercup?” Ari kisses the top of your head, when you scoot closer, sitting between his legs.

One of your classes requires you to give a presentation in mid-term.

Unfortunately, it’s group work.

Meaning, your teammates finally decided upon a topic about something you’ve never heard before (which also means there are few articles regarding the topic on the internet), without giving any research into it. A week before the presentation, your group tried asking the professor and consulting his opinion. The professor listened to your troubles, simply told you to look into more articles related to the media coverage, and “Good luck”.

Yeah. You need luck. Lots of luck. Because there’s no fucking media coverage other than discussing the relationship between this fucking topic and Meghan & Harry.

‘Cause that’s important.

That’s why you snuggle against him on the bed, back to chest, ass to crotch. You research frantically on your laptop while he reads a random book.

You tell him all about your failure trying to do decent research for presentation, and adding the cherry on top, “… that. And you are being a big distraction.”

Ari raises his eyebrows quizzically, “me?”

“Yes, your dick keeps getting harder.” You chew on your lip sheepishly.

“Buttercup, you are the one who keeps grinding on my dick.” He chuckles in amusement, “I’d say you earn that distraction yourself.”

Your tactic of pointing fingers laid bare in plain sight, having you whine and blush in his arms: “Can’t you be cooperative for once?”

Your fingers dance on his biceps. Ari prefers wearing only a boxer in his house, making him naked from the waist up. Although you enjoy cuddling with him skin-to-skin, his abs and arms slip a couple of unholy ideas into your mind.

And yes, you are grinding on his dick. Hoping he would save you from this misery of frustration.

Ari hums, “well I could go reading in the study…” His large hand runs over his long locks, how that looks even sexier to you, you have absolutely no clue.

“… or I could fuck the stress out of you.”

Stress-relieving.

That is a solid idea.

Plus, it's no different from what you have in mind in the first place.

You turn around eagerly to kiss his lips, nearly knocking the book out of his hand, “sounds really good to me.”

Like hell you are going to choose the first option and allow the sweet chance to slip away. You have completely forgotten the first part of his sentence by now. Who cares about the first option when you can have mind-blowing sex with Ari?

Ari places his book on the nightstand and takes hold of your chin, his lips quirking into a smirk, “who’s being the distraction now, buttercup?”

#ari levinson drabble #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson fanfiction #you had me before hello drabble

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goddamndaddies · 14 days

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You know what.. here's some random smut plots I think could be fun for each of my muses.

These are like random specific things I've thought of, I'm still down for just like generic smutty things.. and I'm a sucker for anything taboo or forbidden or anything like that.

Aaron:

He's caught stealing from your muse but instead of chasing him out or calling the cops, your muse decides to take his cock instead. (Possibly cus neglected housewife or something?

Your muse is a hero captured by him because they fell for a stupid trap or something and now is tied up at his.

Still on the hero thing.. but he's captured by your muse.

Aedan:

It's a cold night out in the wilderness and they've been travelling together for a while but now have to use each others bodies for warmth.

Archer:

Rival Spy agency has him tied up.

He's acting as bodyguard to your muse.

Bruce:

Bruce is injured and your muse is taking care of him.

Sparring/training gets a little heated.

Your a criminal whos finally caught the batman.

Rival company CEO or their wife or their daughter or something.

Your muse is cheating on their husband with playboy millionaire Bruce Wayne.

Clark:

Some sort of kryptonite that makes him horny.

Villain finally has him captured and weakened and is gonna enjoy it.

Darro:

Inquisitors have caught him and are having fun.

You've helped hid him from the empire and things are getting spicy.

Draco:

Local village has 'sacrificed' the virgin to appease the big mean dragon but he's not so mean and not so hungry.

You've gone to slay the nearby dragon but you just find some naked guy in a cave?

Harry:

Rival CEO to Oscorp.

Friends mom or sister or new step mom or something like that

Jaime:

Older hero training him just happens to be super hot and the beetle announces his arousal whilst he's pinned.

Villain's captured him and is gonna have fun.

Age gap stuffs always fun, give me hot older women xD

Chuck:

Kite Man has somehow managed to capture your muse.

Your muse is a hero who's captured him.

Kratos:

You're a worshipper of the God of War and have been praying to him and curiosity has brought him to you.

Lucifer:

Your muse makes a deal with the devil for something.

Marcus:

He's a truck driver and your muse is a hitchhiker.

Mark:

He's got the shit kicked out of him and your muse is nursing him back to health.

He's a younger muse so I'll mention the age gap fun stuff here too.

Nathan:

Nathan's found a glory hole and stuck his dick through it.

Peter:

Your muse is training with him and oops boner alert.

Honorary age gap / friends mom / whatever mention.

Your muse is captured by Spidey but is flirty to get out of it.

You've caught him.

Pietro:

Your muse is nursing him back to life essentially since he got shot.

Ravi:

Ravi's visiting a doctor friend who's stepped out but now their patient is here and he's too awkward to admit he's not a doctor but is qualified to be one so just.. is your muses doctor.

Rocket:

I guess.. Hello furries?

Rocket's injured and your muse is kind and caring and is nursing him better?

Salazar:

Your muse has gone into the room of requirement seeking knowledge of something and instead of a book, surprise, there's Salazar Slytherin.

Shadow:

Hello furries again? This is similar to rocket where i dont have much.

Your muse finds him knocked out with amnesia and nurses him better?

Thor:

Any fellow hero stuff, sparring brings arousal type of stuff.

Villains somehow captured him.

Wade:

You've captured him or he's captured you and you're being sexy to get out of it.

Billy:

Your muse has captured him.

He's captured your muse.

Roufast:

Camping on the road is cold and they use each other for warmth.

Your muse is considered a monster and he's sent to kill them but find they're not so monsterous.

Sir Pentious:

Idek, anyone interested in a snake demon with two dicks?

Or a snake angel after he's gone to heaven.

Misc:

Any age gap stuffs fun, preferably give me older women for some of my younger guys as i feel it's done waaay less than the older man.

Anything taboo like step family, your muse is cheating on their partner with mine, teacher and student, that sorta stuff.

And to wrap this up, of course I'm always open for plotting and talking through stuff and working out scenario's and what could be fun.

#ooc #wishlist

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hlficlibrary · 2 years

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HL FIC LIBRARY - AUTHOR REC

AO3: dimpled_halo

Tumblr: @comebackassholes

STATS:

📚 Number of fics: 50

📚 Posting since: 2016

TOP 5 FICS:

📚 Strawberries & Cigarettes [E, 76k]

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

📚 Until I Found You [E, 45k]

Harry Styles is the popstar of the century, or so the media proclaims. He’s linked to every omega he’s seen with, donned as an alpha lothario who isn’t ready to settle down any time soon. His team works hard to publicise him as an alpha who can’t keep his knot in his pants, but not everything is as it seems.

Louis Tomlinson, an aspiring musician working as a porn star and camboy, is waiting for his big break. When he meets Harry Styles he can’t stand the alpha that only uses his power and fame to bed as many omegas as possible. He runs into him at a party and hopes to never see him again only to find that Harry’s assistant is dating Louis’ best friend. To make matters worse, Harry’s about to embark on a world tour and is in need of a guitarist at the last minute, an opportunity Zayn uses to put in a good word for Louis.

What happens when the opportunity that Louis has been waiting for finally comes, but at the price of having to share the stage with one Harry Styles?

📚 No One Else Will Do (Co-write with Awriterwrites) [M, 13k]

Harry visibly takes a deep breath. “I’ll do it. I’ll...help you through your heat.” He looks more determined now as he stands up straighter and his eyes look at Louis more intensely.

“Yeah?” Louis doesn’t mean to sound so surprised but he’s sort of in a state of shock. He’s never been with an alpha before, and the fact that his first time is going to be with Harry— his best friend— well, he couldn’t really ask for anyone better if he’s honest.

It takes Louis' early heat for Harry and Louis to figure things out.

📚 Crave [E, 90k]

“Hello, I’m Louis Tomlinson, it’s nice to meet you.” There’s a little bit of shakiness to his voice, but Louis is still proud he didn’t lose his cool right then and there.

The other man grins, his dimple poking out in the most beautiful way, stretching his own hand out to shake Louis’. It’s warm and inviting, just like Louis remembers the rest of his body being. Louis swallows hard.

“I’m Harry Styles. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Tomlinson.” And God. That voice. That deep, deep voice. Louis has to close his eyes for a second before his dick gets hard right in the middle of the conference room. The way Harry says Louis’ name, sort of teasing, like he knows exactly what he’s doing makes Louis want to put him over his lap and give him a good spanking for behaving that way.

All eyes are on Louis Tomlinson to bring new talent to save Hanover Records from the mess the previous executive left behind. His newest artist, Harry Styles, is charismatic and everything Louis needs to revive the label. It’s up to Louis and his team to make Harry the star he was born to be. When Harry and Louis come face to face, it isn’t the first time they’ve met, and their worlds are about to be turned upside down.

📚 Never Too Late [M, 18k]

Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and mirrors the same action.

“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other fellow hearing impaired fans.

The little boy smiles brightly, his tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.

He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells him making the motion with his hand.

Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn't over. Little does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into an old friend at the city he's decided to escape to.

UNDERAPPRECIATED GEM:

📚 I Like It Better When It Hurts [E, 6k]

Dear Mr. Louis, Hello. I’m Harry. I got your contact from a good friend of mine and was wondering if I can get your services. My 30th birthday is coming up and all I’ve ever wanted is to get spanked, maybe more? If you’re interested, please contact me. I’d love to hear from you. Sincerely, Harry Marcel reads over the words. He guesses there isn’t a much better way to ask for what he needs. He almost changes the name again but decides Harry is fine. It’s generic and nothing that can be traced to him. At least he doesn’t think so. Okay, he’s overthinking again so he clicks the send button before he can talk himself out of it. His heart races as soon as he does. He almost wants to take it back, figure out a way to undo it, but he takes a big gulp of his wine to calm down. It’s fine. This is fine. He can do this.

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khaleesiofalicante · 11 months

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Hey Dani, I was wondering if you or others who read this could give me some advice?

I sent an ask about a month ago about learning to drive and things have progressed since then (not necessarily positively 😅)

I'm experiencing severe anxiety before every lesson, often days beforehand, and the night before a lesson, I have a fretful sleep or wake up at 5am and not being able to go back to sleep. I haven't felt this type of anxiety for years, since I was 17.

Then yesterday, my instructor shouted at me 'for fuck's sake!' When I didn't slow down enough when turning left (I was below 20mph, probably closer to 15) and there were no hazards so it wasn't an unconscious reaction to something dangerous. I told my dad about it, who can drive, and he agreed it seemed extreme. And then I realised the instructor would make comments like 'I'm dreading doing the emergency stop with you' and 'do you only stir the car when I tell you?'. So I'm thinking now, has his reactions to me driving made me feel anxious more than I normally would?

I know the obvious solution is to change instructor but the things putting me off doing that is:

Pure awkwardness of saying I don't want to do lessons with him anymore

It took me 3-4 months to find this instructor to begin with

Fear that most instructors are going to be like this with me

What advice would you give? X

Hello darling,

Glad to hear from you again and I'm sorry you are going through this.

I agree with your dad that the instructor's reaction is extreme - also extremely disrespectful.

I've always noticed that educators - and people in supervisory capacity - sometimes have a tendency to be casually rude because they feel like it's warranted.

It's really not.

There is a difference between giving criticism and being a dick. Your instructor is being a dick.

I remember you talking about your driving anxiety before, but now it feels like this person is adding to it and you don't deserve that. I'm sure it's not making it any easier for you.

I would personally get a new instructor because often we don't have the luxury of getting a new teacher if our current one is a dick. We just have to put up with them. But in this case, if you can find a better one, please do. I get that it's hard to find these people, but do give it a try if you can.

If you are feeling awkward about saying you don't want to practice with him anymore, perhaps ask your parents to do it for you. You can simply say 'she is taking a break from her lessons' or something. Remember that he is providing you a service and you are paying for it. If you are not satisfied with this service, you have the right to terminate his services. There is nothing wrong with it.

I understand your hesitation about other instructors also being rude to you. I would ask around for someone who is patient and understanding - referrals would be very useful here.

Also, I want to remind you that (unless getting your license is a requirement for a job or any other personal reason) don't push yourself too much. You can always take a break from driving, come back later, and try again with a different instructor. When something is making you anxious, do not think of it has something that needs to be conquered. Anxiety is something we learn to live and manage with time. It doesn't go away, we just become better at handling it. You need time and space to do that. If you are in an environment that is unsupportive and if you repeatedly push yourself knowing it will make you more anxious, it's gonna be difficult for you to learn how to manage it. So, take your time, yeah? There is no rush.

PS - I don't have a license myself and never went for classes and therefore cannot give you any practical tips about that. If anyone wants to chime in, please do x

Sending love 💙

#support

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bigskydreaming · 1 year

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So I’ve been going through a lot of TW files for my patreon stuff (still wading through those and working my way down the list to the Dick Grayson stuff, Batfam followers) and while I don’t know when I’ll get back to this one unless someone specifically requests I add to it there, enough people still ask me for more of Where Wild Things Are that I’m just tossing this mini-update out here. Not going on Ao3 as this is just the first part of the chapter and some dialogue for the rest, but again, I’m trying to do less of the whole ‘just let things sit pointlessly on my computer when other ppl might at least enjoy having some more of it, even if its not the whole thing yet, since its not like its not a WIP anyway.’

Anyway. Enjoy if you’re interested!

WHERE WILD THINGS ARE

CHAPTER FIVE And when a monster is lurking right outside your door and there’s nowhere left to run, ask yourself this:

Would you rather be prey? Or a bigger monster?

There’s not always an option c. ****** Freshmen were kind of adorable, Allison decided a week into the mentoring program. At least that was something. The way Liam lit up as she and her friends made their way to the freshmen down the hall was particularly endearing. She had to keep her glare from surfacing and pinning Brett against the lockers he leaned against, right beside Liam, Mason, Garrett and Violet. What had begun as a way to repay the debt she felt to Scott while still doing her duty had quickly graduated to true protective instincts for the young teenagers. A slight shudder ran through her body as she remembered the gashes across Scott’s chest and the defeat in his eyes - - none of us wanted this, but it happened and we’re stuck now - No. That would not be happening to Liam and his friends. Not on her watch. “Hello children. And how is everyone this morning?” Lydia made even her casual greetings a regal proclamation. It was with no small amount of amusement that Allison watched the freshmen war between their instinctive reaction to being labeled ‘children’ and their awe at being on first names basis with the undisputed queen of Beacon Hills High. This was all wildly against the natural order of things. Her eyes drifted in Brett’s direction to find his narrowed at her, and her good humor evaporated. Ugh. Why couldn’t she ever have nice things? “Everyone’s coming to my place after school, right? Your first archery lessons!” Allison cut in before any of the freshmen could muster a response to Lydia. Brett flinched, and a dangerous grin worked its way across her lips. She might not be the only predator interested in these kids, but she could damn well make sure her competition knew she was bringing claws of her own to the fight. “For sure!” Liam enthused. “I still can’t believe you know how to shoot a bow and arrow. And your parents are really cool with you teaching us?” “Oh yeah, no big deal,” Allison shrugged. In truth, it hadn’t been. Even if her father might have had slight reservations, Grandpa Gerard had practically salivated at the notion of her starting a How To Kill Werewolves 101 course for local teens. He was already planning how to use this to start recruiting new hunters from Allison’s handpicked group. She wasn’t about to let things get that far, but Brett didn’t need to know that. Let him worry. “I still don’t think Allison’s parents are the only ones who should have been informed of this little extracurricular,” Danny said. “Isn’t this the kind of thing that should require signed consent forms from everyone’s parents?” “Oh, live a little Danny,” Allison said. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” “No, but the sharp pointy sticks might hurt their kids, and then there are these things called lawsuits…” “Don’t be such a Danny Downer,” Stiles said. He clapped their friend on the back, but his eyes were on her. “I’m sure Allison knows exactly what she’s doing.” She smirked back.

“I can’t make it,” Brett spoke up at last, sparking cries of complaint from his ‘friends.’ “What the hell man, I thought we were all gonna do this?” As much as Allison hated to admit it, she wasn’t sure she did know what she was doing though. She had her work cut out for her in trying to drive a wedge between Liam and Brett. The younger boy had latched onto the sophomore as a confidant before they’d gotten their mentoring program up and running, and Brett’s claws were already in deep. Liam idolized the kid, and it didn’t help that whatever she might know about the pack’s true nature, to everyone else they were simply the cool, mysterious bad-asses that everyone secretly wanted to know more about.

“Got stuff to deal with at home,” was all the taller boy said, deliberately vague. She considered that. Was he just trying to get out of going to a hunter’s house - not that she’d ever expected he’d show, really - or was that code for the pack would be up to something later? “Family stuff?” Allison asked casually. “More like chores at the group home I live at. My family’s dead,” Brett retorted. She wondered if anyone else picked up on the bitter menace underscoring his calm tone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” “How could you? It’s not like peoples’ families being murdered by burning their houses down around them is an everyday thing. Who would ever think that was a thing that happened as often as it does?” “Jesus,” Mason whispered in horror. The other freshmen looked as sick as she felt suddenly, and she felt her own friends shuffle uncomfortably behind her. That hadn’t come up in her research at all, but she didn’t doubt for a second that the werewolf was being truthful. The naked pain in his eyes was entirely too human for that. “I didn’t know,” Allison repeated again. It wasn’t an excuse, it was just all she had. He snorted. “Whatever. I’ve gotta go. Be careful with them, yeah?” She bit her lip and nodded, wondering how much he really knew about what she was doing. Had Scott clued in any of his pack about her plans? He’d seemed protective of Brett, and the younger boy seemed to be one of the ones who followed his lead over Cora’s, but who knew how pack politics really worked…god, could she just have five complete moments to feel on top of things and not totally in over her head? “Damn,” Violet said once Brett had disappeared around a corner in the hall. “I mean, I knew he was an orphan too, but I didn’t know he had…shit.” “Well, he probably doesn’t advertise because he doesn’t want people gossiping about it,” Allison said. Jackson and Danny nodded in agreement, the freshmen looking thoughtful, but Lydia and Stiles were both just watching her, the same as they’d been through she and Brett’s entire little tété-a-tété. Feeling an abrupt need to be elsewhere, she chose the better part of valor and fled. “Look, I gotta get going too, but you all have directions, right? See you after school!” Weak, Allison. She circled the school, doing a lap across the quad and around the outer edges of the buildings to calm herself. Almost predictably at this point, her efforts were thwarted by the appearance of one Scott McCall sitting cross-legged on the grass behind the Liberal Arts building. She pulled up short for half a second at the sight of him, wavering slightly in her choice of routes at the abrupt memory of not the smile she’d been obsessing - not obsessing, mulling - over for the past week, but rather the heated nature of their actual last encounter. *******

*Later end part of the chapter, as Allison asks Lydia for a ride home, who responds by mentioning that she thought Allison drove to school that morning. Ties into something that happened between these parts*

Allison: “I must not have, else why would I need a ride?” Lydia: ”You’re in a mood. I’d ask what’s actually got you in a snit but I have a sense we’re not there yet, and I wouldn’t want to add to your stress by making you lie to me. Seeing as how we’re obviously already best friends who are way past the lying and using each other stage.”

Allison: “I’m so sorry - “

Lydia: “Oh stop apologizing, I was just pricking to see if you bleed, it wasn’t actually an invitation to start gushing. I decided I was over it like five full seconds after it happened.”

Allison: “I’m really off the hook that easy?”

Lydia: “Well, its a matter of priorities. Most things are with me. I briefly weighed the pros and cons of continuing with this friendship versus never talking to you again, and the only reason I let you 'manipulate me’ into setting all this up in pursuit of whatever agenda you actually have in the first place, was I have the strangest feeling you’re doing it for good reasons. As inexplicably ephemeral a conclusion as that is. God, next thing you know I’m going to be talking about vibes and shopping at New Age emporiums. Ugh. Regardless. In addition to of all of the above, there’s the little matter of you clearly being enmeshed in something beyond normal ken, and likely the only way I’ll ever know what that is lies in our continued friendship. And I want to know.”

Allison: “Why?”

Lydia, primly as she shrugs and fixes her makeup in the mirror: “I like to know things.”

Allison: “Maybe you’re better off not knowing some things.”

Lydia: “Oh I’m sure, but that’s one of those pesky little realizations that only ever comes with hindsight unfortunately. Cryptic pronouncements sadly have a very poor track record offsetting the pursuits of curiosity once its been unleashed.”

Allison: “You could always just trust me.”

Lydia: “Mmm. Quoth the admitted liar.”

Lydia: “So you see, I can’t be persuaded that knowing what you don’t want me to know is a bad idea without a frame of reference I can’t have without knowing what you know. Bit of a quandary there.”

Allison: “You might want to be careful with words like that. Wouldn’t want it getting out that you know them. Could ruin your carefully cultivated reputation.”

Lydia: “Oh, I’m sure my secret’s safe along with the rest locked up nice and tight in Fort Allison. Now if you’re going to insist on changing the subject please do pick an actual subject to change to. Shoddy deflection is so beneath us.”

Allison: “There’s really nothing I can say to convince you to not sniff around more here, huh?”

Lydia: “Fraid not, unless you want to unpack that frame of reference for me yourself.”

Allison: “Yeah, sorry. I’m going to have to pass on that.”

Lydia: “Not even if I appeal to your pragmatic side? Look at it this way, telling me yourself and getting this over with is simply the most efficient path forward. After all, I will find out eventually, one way or another. Or hadn’t you heard? I always get my way.”

Allison: “Maybe, but it won’t be because of me.”

Lydia: “Challenge accepted.”

Allison: "Not really not where I was going with that.”

Lydia: “Oh sweetie, the sooner you accept you’re not in control here, the smoother the rest of our friendship will go.”

Allison: “You’re a piece of work.”

Lydia: “Oh, you damn me with faint praise. I’m nothing short of a masterpiece.”

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