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rhadamanthes · 3 months

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Private lesson. Hiromi x reader

word count : 1,6k

warnings: established relationship, piano sex, soft sex, fingering, humping, fluff, pregnancy kink, lot of pet names, breeding kink, doggy style, slight oral sex, this is soooo soft omg i can't believe it, fluff fluff fluff.

"Mimi, look there's even a piano!" you squeal, dragging him toward it by his hand.

"Yes, it's nice baby" he chuckles following behind.

Hiromi, your boyfriend rented a hotel room for the night. For the past few weeks he's been working on a big case for his law firm and he finally finished it yesterday. You threw him a little surprise party with a few of his friends when he came home. He was happy but also told you that he wanted you to relax as you supported him through it: hence the hotel room. The sun is setting, giving the luxurious room a nice orange hue.

"Before we order food and champagne let's give the room an inspection" you chirp excitedly, intertwining his arms with yours. Going through every room you praise the decoration claiming you want the same back home. In the bathroom you are ecstatic over the golden claw foot tub and all the products laying there.

"Oh my god mimi can I take these back home? they're so cute" You say grabbing the miniature soaps and shampoo.

"Let me check their policy first, yeah?" he laughs, rubbing your back softly.

"Avoiding me jail time? you're the perfect boyfriend!" you purr pressing a kiss over his cheek, he leans into the kiss pressing his nose on top of your head inhaling your scent.

Going back to the living area you still can't believe there is a grand piano in the room. Taking a seat on the large bench you pat the spot next to you inviting him to join.

"Play me something" you ask with a dopey smile. Hiromi sits close to you nudging your thigh with his own.

"As you wish" he grins, focusing on the tiles. He extends his fingers and lets them move graciously on the white ivory. The sound coming from them is nothing offbeat like you thought, it's actually harmonious and you recognize "Sea of love" . You open your mouth in awe, not aware of this hidden talent.

"Whaaaaat, Hiromi ! I didn't know you played piano, why didn't you tell me!" you gasp, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"Well it never came up in the conversation and it would have felt like bragging" he answers with honesty.

"Who cares, this is so cool ! Teach me a few tricks" you say excitedly clapping your hands.

"Ok" he laughs. His hands cross your shoulder to hover each of your hands, then place a warm kiss on your shoulder "You're ready?" he asks in a deep voice.

The proximity makes you shiver as he's almost talking in your ear. Pursing your lips you nod your head.His fingers guide Yours over the tiles. You really try your best but you're not used to stretching your fingers like that, Hiromi guides you as best as he can with his own fingers being above yours but it ends up sounding messy. You both laugh at the broken melody.

Taking a moment to really look at him you get lost in his dark eyes, his hair is combed backward but some stray strands graze his forehead, his nose, god, his nose. You like to trace it with your fingertips when he's asleep, when he's busy but still allow you in his lap, it's one of his most beautiful features, really. Beyond his good looks, he's a selfless person, he makes you feel safe, heard and more loved than you ever felt. Feeling your eyes on him, Hiromi feels the heat cripping up his cheek in a pinkish tone. You kiss him before he can say anything. A passionate kiss to show how much you care for him and how proud of him you are.

His fingers that were hovering yours are now intertwined with each other he squeezes them as he moans into the kiss.Biting on his lips you let your tongue enter his mouth twirling it against his. Out of breath he breaks the kiss.

"I love you" you whispers looking in his eyes

"I love you too darling" he wastes no time answering.You feel butterflies in your stomach, smiling like a fool.

"Where were we ?" you giggle refocusing back on the piano.Lifting you from your spot, Hiromi helps you up on his lap.

"It will be easier like that, don't you think, doll?" he asks, kissing the back of your shoulder. You nod your head and place your finger once more on the tiles.

With a few tries you manage to make it sound less catastrophic but there's definitely room for improvement. Hiromi takes off his right hand from yours.

"You got this one right, let's focus on the other hm?" he asks, resting his free hand on your belly, tracing circles on it. His hands progressively go lower until it's tucked against your pussy. You're only wearing a skirt with stockings, you can feel the heat his skin radiates. You adjust yourself on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clit.

"Teacher, what are you doing ?" you tease.

"Giving you an encouragement, get the left hand right and you'll have a reward."

You hum, grinding a few times against his crotch feeling a slight bulge. The pressure he applies on your cunt makes it hard for you to focus, you start to moan incoherently, vision blurring with the need to feel him all over you growing by the second.

"What's wrong my dear ? you don't want to play anymore" he whispers in your ear biting at your skin. You just groan, grinding on him harder. "Hands on the frame."

You oblige, grabbing your ankle he positions your knees on the bench. Understanding where he's idea is going, you arch your back to stick your ass out. glancing back at him with a sultry look. Never taking his eyes off you, Hiromi lifts your skirt, and slides down your panties. He chuckles a bit at how the piece of cloth sticks to your wet pussy. You groan as the cold air hits your private part. Hiromi smiles, petting your rump before spreading your folds with two of his slender fingers.

"My pretty little pussy"he coos, kissing your entrance softly. you moan resting your head on the cold varnished wood. He licks at your clit a few times dipping his major and ring finger inside of you.

"Mimi please fuck me" you beg feeling your palms sweating on the frame of the piano.

"Sure thing" he says curling his fingers one last time, making you shiver.

He spreads your legs wider on the bench and you feel his tip teasing your entrance. You back your ass on him to feel him inside, both of you moaning in the process. Gripping on your sides, Hiromi thrusts into your gummy walls, squeezing him in. His cock makes you feel full and he reaches deeper and deeper as he keeps fucking into you but it's not enough. Grabbing his tie you yank it toward you, needing him as close as possible. Surprised by your sudden move, Hiromi let one of his hands fly to the keys so he doesn't crush you under his weight. The disoriented sound steals a laugh from you, locking his lips with his in a heated kiss. His nail digs in your side, you know that I'll leave the mark you like.

Hiromi gets lost in the feeling of you as always. It's your scent, the way your skin feels under his, the way you desire him and don't hide, your voice. Fuck it's you. From the day he first saw you he knew it was always going to be you. Pulling his tie incredibly closer, you thrust your ass back on his dick needing always more. A familiar knot forms in your belly, you want to cum in sync with him so badly.

"Hiromi I love you" you say out of breath, tears menacing to rise at any moment. His brows furrowed his cheeks a light shade of pink, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead.His pace accelerates and you can feel your legs give up under his powerful thrusts.

"Shit, I love you too baby" he says, calling your name between hushered breaths. "My angel, i'm going to put a ring on your finger" he groans "a-and make you a mom" His dick twitches at his own word. You're not better than him, clamping hard on his cock.

"Hiromi please yes!" you beg "Fuck, can't wait to see you with a swollen belly and tits full of milk" he pant keeping up his pace.

A few more thrust and you cum undone reaching your climax. Hiromi follows you soon after, shooting all of his cum inside of you. Your body slumps on the piano producing hitting various keys and you can't help but laugh again. Hiromi's back shakes behind you laughing silently. Catching his breath Hiromi sits both your bodies on the bench and makes you face him. He caresses your hair, kissing your temple in a comfortable silence.

"Were you serious about what you said ?" you ask in a weak voice, scared that he said these things in the heat of the moment. Encasing your face with his hands, he makes you look at him.

"A hundred percent serious, the rest of my life is with you" he says pressing the back of your hands to his lips. The tears well up in your eyes.

"We're getting married?" you ask cheerfully.

"Yes my love" he smiles, kissing your hand once more.

Overjoyed you lock your arms behind his neck and squeeze him in a deep kiss. This is the beginning of a long night after all.

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probablysimpledreams · 11 months

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Nothing Less Than the Best

(College AU Ace x reader: NSFW)

a/n: God I'm so happy I had some time to write bc this idea has been in my head for a moment!!! As the title mention, it's a college AU so no pirate business here lol. Ace is in a band (named the White Beard Pirates) bc that is just so hot to me<3

cw: masturbation, fingering (receiving), oral (giving), praise, Ace gets a lil rough hehe, and reader is written gender neutral but does have female parts

wc: a tad over 1.7k

You sigh as you throw your backpack on the ground, kicking your shoes off as you enter your dorm room. The exhaustion was weighing your body down as midterm stresses had you on campus from sunrise to sunset. Despite wanting to flop on your bed, you muster up the last of your energy to take a hot shower.

The warm water and steam provides you almost the exact amount of relief you were craving, stepping out of the shower feeling like a new person. You quickly finish up your skincare routine, patting down your face and sliding into a the big comfy t-shirt your boyfriend had "forgotten" the last time he was over. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you admire yourself in Ace's old shirt. Even though you two have been dating for a few months, the butterflies never left your stomach when you thought of him.

Almost as if he knew you were lost in thought over him, your phone dings with a message from Ace.

"Hey babe, show just ended! It was WILD!! Get some rest, that's what I'm plannin' to do once we pack up. Excited to see you tomorrow!"

You smile as you read the message, feet kicking slightly as you now are laying down in bed all comfy. You type up a quick response, recapping on your long yet productive study day and how excited you are to have some time with him soon. As much as you wanted to go to his show tonight, you knew getting all your assignments out of the way today would ultimately give you more time with him.

Despite being absolutely exhausted, you can't stop tossing and turning. The excitement you feel for tomorrow seems to be stronger than any tiredness, as all you can focus on is your boyfriend. Even though you weren't at tonight's show, you can picture exactly how your boyfriend looked on stage. Head bobbing with a smile, sweat dripping down his face, hair flying around, hands shredding the guitar. Ace had such large, rough hands. You loved how they felt holding yours. Or how they felt when he grabbed your waist, when they pulled you into a kiss.

I wonder how they'd feel inside me? A whine escapes your mouth at the thought, and you've never been so happy your roommate went home a day earlier than usual for the weekend. Now your mind was racing with how'd you imagine Ace's fingers would feel inside you, sliding inside you with ease as he sings your praises. The way his large fingers would curl inside you, the smirk on his face when you cry out his name. You rub your thighs just thinking about it.

"Fuck it," you huff as you shoot out of bed to grab your vibrator. You waste no time jumping back into bed, sliding off your underwear as you set the toy to your favorite level. You cover your mouth with your free hand as you play with yourself, mumbling out Ace's name as you guide yourself to your finish. You mindlessly throw the toy on your desk, mind hazy as you happily drift to sleep.

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"Here babe, I got," Ace smiles as he takes your keys and opens your door. "After you," he winks as he holds the door with his free hand, pizza box in the other. The two of you were back after a fun day in the park, walking around and playing on the swings. Afterwards, you two decided to grab pizza and head in for a movie night full of cuddles and relaxing.

"I'll be right back," you call out as you head into the bathroom, wanting to freshen up and throw on clean clothes after being in the sun all day. Ace nods as he places the pizza box down on a free spot on your desk, smiling to himself as he looks around your room. Ace loved how your personality shined in your decorating, as your walls were full of pictures and posters and desk full of trinkets. His eyes widen as he spots something new on your desk, a faint blush spreading to his cheeks as he picks it up.

"Okay, so after a lot of thinking, I vote we watch-" you stop in your tracks as you look at Ace sitting on your bed with a wide grin, swinging your vibrator around. "Where did you get that?"

"It was sitting on your desk," he chuckles at your embarrassment. You were in such a rush this morning that you forgot to put the toy back in its usual hiding place. "Looks like someone had fun last night." You avert your gaze from him as he approaches you, arm wrapping around your waist to press your body against his. "Let's see who's better, me or this." You look back at him with wide eyes as he tosses the vibrator back on your desk, hand now pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tiny gasps leaving you as he keeps you in a passionate kiss. He doesn't leave your mouth as he picks you up, hands cupping your ass as he carries you back to where he was originally seated on your bed. His hands lock on your waist, low growl escaping him as you grind against his hardening cock.

You two pull away at the same time, gasping for air. He flashes you a smile, cheeks growing rosier by the second. He ushers you to lay down against your pillow. You let go of his muscle tank you were gripping tightly, watching as he throws the White Beard Pirates band muscle tank on the ground. You drool at the sight before you, his muscular body only turning you on more.

"Hey now, my eyes are up here sweetheart," he laughs as he catches you admiring his physique. You let out a chuckle and roll your eyes at him. His hands find their way back to your waist, sliding off your shorts and underwear in a quick motion. He licks his lips at the sight, excitement fueling both your and his bodies'. He takes two fingers and begins rubbing your clit, making you cry out.

"Shhh shh easy baby," his voice is low. He continues this motion, humming as he watches your legs twitch slightly. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, please!" you squirm, making him chuckle.

"So needy," he shakes his head as he slides both fingers once on your clit inside you. "Such a beautiful sight." He starts at a slow pace, enjoying the small moans leaving your mouth. Once he feels you've had time to get comfortable to the stretching sensation, he picks up the pace. His fingers pumping in and out of you at a pace that has your head spinning. Your body shakes as he keeps up his pacing, a giant smirk painted across his face, just like the one you pictured last night as you played with yourself.

"You're doing so well baby," he praises as you moan softly. "Such a good job." He can't help but moan himself as he watches you lose composure around his fingers, free hand moving to palm himself through his now tight shorts. As he feels you squeezing around his fingers, he curls them up, earning a loud moan from you.

"A-Ace!!" you exclaim, body squirming as you near your finish.

"Yes?" he growls, smirk still painted on his face. "Do you feel good, _____? Do I make you feel good?"

"T-the best!" you cry out.

"Good." His thumb starts rubbing your clit as his fingers keep up a fast pace inside you. The pleasure is overwhelming as you tighten around him, cries of his name leaving your mouth alongside a few tears from your eyes. He doesn't stop as you ride out your high, body shaking. Once you lay still he slides himself out of you, causing you to shake. Your vision is blurry, but you chuckle as you watch him lick your juices off his fingers.

"Soooooo, about that pizza," his stomach growls as he asks, causing both of you to laugh.

"I'm pretty hungry too," you a faint smirk on your face. You get up from the bed, Ace sitting there with a confused look as he watches your movements. "But I don't think I want pizza juuust yet." You kneel on the ground, spreading his legs open. Your hand rubs against his clothed, aching cock. He hisses as your hand moves away from it, toying with the waistband of his jean shorts. His eyes light up with excitement, helping you slide his shorts off. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back and moan. His usual patience had run out for the day, as he pushes your head down to take all of him in your mouth. You gag, prompting an apology from him which makes you giggle. His actions told you exactly what you needed to know, wasting no time bobbing your head as you suck him off. His hands pull at your hair as his moans fill up the room. Any ounce of composure completely gone, as he starts thrusting into your mouth. A few tears roll down your face as you gag on him, the pain bringing shockwaves of pleasure to your core. It only takes a few more moments before he cries out your name, hot release filling your mouth. He pants as he tilts his head down to look at you, swallowing and face stained with tears.

"S-sorry bout that," he avoids eye contact as he mutters out the words. He usually is better at controlling himself, but he couldn't help himself after getting you off. You chuckle as his shyness, getting up to grab the pizza box and bring it over to the bed. He kisses your cheek softly as you place the box on his lap. You sit next to him, smiling as he feeds you pizza.

A comfortable silence fills the room as you two eat. Nothing beat moments like this. There was no rush, no deadlines, no pressure. Just you, Ace, and good food in the after sex glow.

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deejadabbles · 1 year

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Hold On Tight (Tup x Fem!Reader) Spice

Summary: Now that he's back on Coruscant, Tup plans to thoroughly enjoy you, all night if you'll let him.

A.N: Right after I posted this, I realized just how rude it was of me to promise Tup enjoying you, without actually showing it! Please take this full-length filth as my apology 😉 Reader is described as wearing a dress and heels, but no other descriptors are present.

Recommended songs for reading: Freak by Doja Cat and positions by Ariana Grande

This is 18+ Minors DNI!!!!

Warnings for: being complete filth (again), marking, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise kink (both receiving), oral (fem receiving), unprotected P in V, over-stimulation/multiple orgasms, cock-drunk behavior. Just, warnings for Tup being an absolute beast in general.

Your excitement was warming your chest far more than the few drinks you had at the bar, and who could blame you? Not even the friends you were out with minded how you left earlier than usual, not when you had received the message from Tup saying that the Resolute had docked early and that their shore leave was already under way.

Always the gentleman, he had insisted that you could stay out, that he didn't want to take you away from your friends, but you were just too excited to stay for longer than a few more dances. Tup probably got to your place awhile ago and you hoped you hadn't kept him waiting too long.

You knew where he was the moment the door slid open. The light in the refresher was on, casting a glow into the rest of the home, which was dimly lit. That made sense, he was always talking about how much he loved your shower, with actual water instead of the sonic crap they put up with on the war ships. He also loved the better quality of hair products and body wash you kept on hand for him.

The hum of the hairdryer stopped almost as soon as the door closed behind you and before you could get to the bathroom, Tup was stepping out in nothing but a towel, eyes searching for and spotting you in an instant.

"Cyare!" he greeted, that sweet smile spreading across his face.

His arms were already open as you ran to him, throwing yourself into his embrace with a joyful laugh. His strong arms held you tight, as you buried your face in his neck. You were instantly wrapped up in his scent, the smells of warm spices and woodlands, and a content hum left you.

He was home, with you, finally.

"I missed you," he whispered against your ear, just before his lips started peppering kisses over every inch of you he could reach.

"Missed you more," you mumbled into his hair, which was still a little damp.

Tup laughed at the familiar exchange, usually he'd say how that wasn't possible, but he was too busy laying those kisses on you.

"How was your night out?" he asked, and you felt his hand trail down your dress to squeeze your hip.

You let out a little hum, then finally pulled back enough to look at him. "It was nice, we hadn't gone out to dance in awhile, and it was an excuse to wear this." You wiggled your hips a little in his grasp, accentuating just how much it had ridden up your legs.

Now his joyous smile was slipping into a smirk, a knowing one.

"Yeah?" his eyes traveled down your body, enjoying every inch his gaze took in "and how many men hit on you tonight?" his tone was teasing, not at all accusatory. He was far too confident in your relationship for that.

With a smirk of your own, you started playing with the ends of his curls. "A few. Poor things didn't know they never had a chance with me. Most took the hint, but one was annoyingly persistent."

Tup's hand squeezed just a little harder at that, "And what did you say to him?"

With your other hand, you started trailing your fingers across the bare skin of his collar bone, letting your words come out slow, a whisper. "I told him that I don't like boys," your eyes locked with Tup's, just as you licked your lips, "I like men."

A hum that was almost a growl left him as he pulled you flush against his hips, and the towel around his waist hid nothing. He leaned in so his lips brushed the skin just below your ear, "Do you want this man to remind you why?"

"Yes," it came out as a breath, a breath that he caught when he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss that was on the verge of desperate.

The two of you were moving in sync, walking backwards to your bed, while never daring to part your needy lips. Maker, you missed the way he tasted, and from the little moans he was letting out, he could say the same of you.

Your senses were wrapped wholly around him, taking in his smell, his taste, now you needed to feel him. Hands trailed down his bare chest, adoring every muscle and scar they ran across. Every bit of it was so, him, so Tup, and you loved everything that was Tup. The moment your fingers hit the towel, they were working at the knot he make to secure it, practically ripping it off his body the second you could, which made him chuckle low in his chest.

It was only when your legs hit the bed, that he finally broke the kiss, urging you to sit with a gentle push on your shoulders. But as soon as you were seated, he knelt before you.

"Been thinking about this all day," he said, tone intimate as he reached down, took your foot and started slipping your heels off with care, "thought about what I wanted to do to you, how I want to take my time," he lifted your leg and pressed a kiss to your ankle, "how I want to savor every inch of you."

Then his the tips of his calloused fingers were brushing their way up the back of your calves, his eyes following their progress with a hunger that made you realize you were already getting wet. His palms lay flat against your skin when he reached your knees, and they kneaded your thighs lovingly until they met the hem of your dress.

Tup got back to his feet then, and made you gasp when he scooped his hands under your ass and lifted you, just enough to pull the dress up. You felt the muscles in his biceps flex as he did it, making you want to swoon in his arms right there.

"I hope you'll wear this for me soon, mesh'la," he said as he started pushing it up your body, letting his hands trail in its wake, "but right now, I need to see you. Need to feel your skin on mine."

The moment the garment was over your head and tossed aside, Tup was on you, lips against yours again as he pressed you back, following you as your body fell to the mattress.

His lips didn't stay there for long, though, and you could feel the subtle shift in his movements as he trailed his mouth down your throat to your collar bone. He was letting his need come out more now, his lips turning more desperate as he started suckling at your skin.

Oh. You knew what he was doing, knew he needed to bring back the little parts of him that faded too soon whenever he left on another campaign. You bit your lip when his teeth came out to play, sinking in just enough to make you moan.

Your hands were reaching above you, grasping for anything as he pressed every bit of his chest to yours, and moved to your shoulder to leave a second reminder of his touch behind.

Finally, your hands just gripped the sheets, right as another sound left you, and he slid up to your neck for a third imprint.

"T-Tup, not there, I-"

"I know, cyare," he breathed, "I wont leave any where your uniform wont cover," a gentle press of his lips to soothe the already sensitive skin, "I don't need to show off, don't need to prove to anyone that you're mine." Another flash of teeth that had you bucking your hips, "Just want you to think of me whenever you see this gorgeous body in the mirror."

You were fairly certain the sheets were going to rip if you gripped them any tighter. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, they were working in perfect harmony against your skin. An almost violent moan left your throat when he bit down yet again, another addition to the marks he left across your shoulder and neck, his marks.

"Love it when you moan like that, mesh'la," Tup whispered against the blooming blemish, hot breath fanning over it like a feather light touch. "Love it when I can mark-" he paused and raised his head a little, eyes on the fingers curled into the sheets.

A soft tut tut noise sounded from his tongue.

"Mesh'la," this time, it was almost a scolding, "you know that's not where your hands belong."

Your throat was so dry as you tried to swallow, his words making the ache between your legs pulse. Just like his marks, you knew what he wanted. Fingers slowly uncurled from the fabric and reached up to him. With loving care you traced his temple, and tucked some stray curls behind his ear.

Tup closed his eyes, humming at the contact with sensual delight.

Slowly, you started threading fingers through his wonderfully soft locks, letting your nails graze his scalp, and relishing the little moan he let out.

The moan turned to a delighted cry when you grabbed the hair and pulled.

"Yes!" Tup's voice almost cracked as his head snapped back, hips jutting forward as if on instinct, and you hated that your panties got in the way of his already hard cock. His grin was wide, wolfish, even, as he looked down at you through half lidded eyes. "That's my girl," he praised, "so good for me, giving me what I like."

That's when he started moving.

Careful to keep your hands in his hair, Tup started at a teasing pace, lips now trailing down your body. Grazing between the valley of your breasts, nipping over your stomach, and kissing across your hips.

He was sinking to his knees again, and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed as he went, effortlessly keeping his lips on your body.

A flash of white teeth met the waistband of your panties, pulled it back, and let it go with a small snap. Then, he was gazing up at you again, that familiar haze of need and adoration darkening his eyes.

"You gonna hold on tight while I enjoy you?" His tone was just as wicked as his eyes, "Gonna use my hair to take what you want from my mouth?"

"Yes! Maker, yes- Tup, please," you couldn't even care how needy you sounded, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was telling you to abuse his curls in the filthiest ways.

Tup's fingers hooked your panties and began dragging them down, down. "That's my good girl. Don't forget to use your nails too, I love it when I can still feel them on my scalp afterwards."

Your panties were tossed away as carelessly as your dress- then those lips and tongue and teeth were diving into your wet cunt without any other warning.

The loudest moan yet wracked your throat. You were wound up too tight, too lost in the memories of what Tup's mouth could do to you not to cry out in ecstasy. A curse dragged out after the moan when he used his lips to open you up, leaving plenty of room for his tongue to lap between your folds like a treat.

Not forgetting what got him off, you started working your fingers in his hair. A firm tug from you when his lips suckled, a gentle rub when his tongue stroked, a scrape of your nails when he teased your clit.

Suddenly, Tup pulled back just a bit, causing you to whine as his hot breath puffed against your pussy. "Come on, cyare," he growled, "I told you to take what you want, I know you can do better than that."

It was all the direction you needed, with your finger tips digging into his scalp, you pulled him back against you, burying him deep and crying out at the way his nose pressed hard against your clit.

Tup let out a delighted moan at the action, not wasting a second before lapping at you with enthusiasm again. His hands gripped your thighs tight, and you noticed his fingers digging into your flesh in tandem with the way you pulled his hair. The harder, the better.

You were griping the strands in such a tight fist that they might as well have been handles for your pleasure. Emboldened by the way you were holding him hard against you, Tup's tongue shoved forward, dipping inside you like your favorite toy. He got what he wanted when you yanked even harder than before with a scream of bliss.

But it was your turn to praise now, those words he loved to give and receive so much. "Don't know how you're so good to me, Tup," the sentiment fell from your lips in a pant, just as he dove his tongue deeper, "so so good! Love how you eat me up, love how much you enjoy me."

Another moan sounded against your wet folds, making for an interesting mixture that caused a soft giggle to bubble in your chest. The only thing Tup didn't like about eating you whole was that he couldn't give the dirty talk back. And with you pulling his hair to keep him firm against your cunt, he couldn't even take a break to tell you how good you tasted.

Tup was breathing hard through his nose now, gasping against you between more moans. That inkling of worry crept in, worry of suffocating the poor man who never stopped until you came, who joked that making you climax was a mission worth dying for. He wasn't tapping out, though, and the blissful groans he let out said he was more than enjoying himself.

It still wasn't quite enough, though, so with your hands full of his curls, you pulled him up just a little, dragging his nose against your clit in a delicious sensation. He got what you were playing at, and you felt him grin as he started moving up and down in minute nods, rubbing his nose hard while his mouth worked harder.

"Yes! Yes, just like that- oh! Tup, you're so goooood to me!" Your nails were gripping in deep, as if they were anchors to hold your pleasure in place while you chased it and god did you love the sounds he was making: delighting in your delight!

Waves of pleasure rolled through your body with every press of his nose and swipe of his tongue. As much as you loved looking down at him, on his knees and buried between your legs, you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut at the euphoria he was causing. Oh- oh! Just a little harder-

You pulled his hair rougher than ever and threw your head back with a scream, rutting against his face as if you were a needy virgin again!

He ate it up like candy, his whole body shuddering as he continued to mouth your pussy.

The aftershock of your orgasm was already sending you, and feeling him still going at it made tears spring to your eyes. With your chest heaving hard, you tried to make sense of the heavenly haze clouding your mind. Tup had taken such good care of you, your first thought was to take care of him in turn.

Your hands started massaging his scalp, tender and soft, a silent thank you, a listless reward. He let out another sound at the caring act, this one long, drawn out, and high pitched; content.

Or, so you thought.

You still hadn't recovered from the waves of coming the first time, but Tup was already on the move. He finally came up for air, rising from his knees and letting your hands fall from his hair to land limp beside your head. Your eyes fluttered open to look up at him with a smile. He returned it, all sweet, seemingly innocent, with his hair in his face as he gripped your thighs.

"I think you're ready, mesh'la," was the only warning you got before he pulled your legs towards him and buried himself inside you fast and deep.

Another throat-rending sound came out of you as he started a merciless pace immediately. He wasn't one to forgo intimacy, though, and ran his hands from your thighs all the way up your body as he leaned down. Stray curls tickled your face as he braced himself on his forearms, caging you, and taking your hands in his.

"That was your first climax, my sweet girl," he whispered, still grinning at you like a love-struck boy, "think I'm gonna try for at least three tonight."

You tried to pant out the number, astonished by his commitment, but the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of you made the word die in the air. Instead, you managed a whimper that might have been 'maker' or 'by the force' or some other ethereal power you only ever prayed to when Tup was taking you like an animal in heat.

"Wanna make you feel so good," he continued, lacing his fingers with yours tenderly, a startling contrast to bruising pace of his hips, "wanna remind you why you wait for me, why I'm the only man who can have you like this."

If there was any part of you that wasn't in the throws of an overstimulated high, you would have told him that this was only part of it. That there was so much more of him to love than his talented mouth and big cock. But right now, all you could pull together was a breathy "love you, Tup," which caused him to crashed his lips against yours again.

His face was still an absolute mess from eating you out, but you only moaned against the contact, his hips never letting up as they drove home hard.

The kiss didn't last long, and when he broke it, he started kissing downward. All the way down to those still sore hickeys at your throat. The way his teeth and lips played on the tender skin, combined with the aching between your legs was too much! You felt it slam into your body like his hips: hard and relentless and so fast it ran you over like a speederbike.

You gripped his hands tight, writhing under him as the orgasm caused the sheen of tears to roll out from the corners of your eyes. And he never stopped. Tup never let the pace of his hips slow, even as he cooed at the sight of you coming undone again.

"Oh, my sweet cyare," he kissed your temple, collecting the stray tears on his lips, "that's two. You're taking me so well, love the way you look like this, gonna make you feel amazing."

You were sure he was pounding your soul right out of your body, because you were only vaguely aware that he moved to the other side of your face, kissing those tears away with care before he leaned back a little. His fingers finally untangled from yours, only to reach down and grip your thighs again. He held them for a few more of those rough thrusts, but clearly had other plans as he lifted them both, moving your body just where he wanted it.

You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to keep in another sobbing moan at the feel of this new angle, his cock going devastatingly deep. Again you were struggling to make sense of anything that wasn't the sensation of him, but you thought you felt him scramble for something above your head.

Next thing you knew those strong arms were lifting your hips again, so he could slide something soft and plush under your back.

Oh, he had grabbed a pillow for you.

"There you go, sweetheart," he said with sugary devotion, "I need you to be comfortable while I make you forget everything that isn't my cock."

Those words alone made you sing for him again, especially with the love sick way he was looking down at you, like he had forgotten everything that wasn't you and your pleasure. The pillow helped, raising you up to better meet his thrusts blow for blow. Despite a part of you begging for the over stimulation to stop, a larger part of you couldn't help but buck into him with every thrust.

You willed your arms to move, to reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair again. He hummed in pleasure when you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss, then he gasped, delighted when you mumbled, "already the only thing I can think about." You sounded drunk, high even, but you didn't care, not when he was like this.

Maker, what had you done to deserve this attentive adonis of a man?

Tup groaned at the lazy way you were kneading his hair and scalp, "Cyare, my beautiful perfect girl, keep doing that- Oh! I'm about to come- come with me cyar'ika!"

He slid his hand between your bodies, keeping his eyes on you as his fingers found your clit. Tup placed his fingertips right above the sensitive spot and pressed, pushing so it met the plunge of his hips.

"Want you to scream," he sounded drunk now, eyes barely keeping from rolling to the back of his head, "want you to scream my name this time, can you do that for me?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice as he took you with shallow desperate thrusts. You could feel it again, the coil tightening, your body pathetically easy to handle in the throws of this much pleasure, and Tup was sure to get what he wanted. Two fingers rubbed right where you loved it, keeping his control there even as he lost it in his hips.

Your body seized up, stilling as it felt another climax creeping in-

"Tight! So tight!"

-and you made sure to dig your nails in again as he gave a stuttering cry above you. That was all he needed, and you felt him fill you, hot and wet, causing your own peak of bliss!

"Tup!"

It was more of a wail than a scream, but he didn't seem to mind as he filled you to the brim, keeping himself balls deep so you had to take it.

His eyes were closed, chest heaving, hair tumbling loose from your grip to fall in his face. The stray curls swayed in front of his lips with every heavy breath he let out, leaving him looking disheveled and delicious.

Then his eyes snapped open, meeting your gaze through the curtain of curls as his wicked grin spread back into place. "That was three, sweetheart," he panted, obviously pleased with himself.

Finally, Tup let himself collapse, scooting both of your bodies a little further up the bed before he fell to your side, curls fanning around him, eyes closed, and breathing still not quite under control.

His hands rubbed up and down your body, wanting to soothe you, needing to feel you. Every inch of you seemed to ache, but you reveled in the feeling, reveled in the phantom sensations of his hands and lips and cock all over your body.

Tentative lips pressed against your shoulder, "I wasn't too rough, was I?" his eyes were still closed, basking in his own bliss even as he tried to make sure you were okay.

"No," you breathed, hands groping for his and when you found them, you brought his fingers to your lips and kissed them, "No, never, Tup. I just- I just need a minute for my soul to come back to my body."

He laughed at that and snuggled closer to your side, "You really know how to compliment a guy, mesh'la."

"Oh, I haven't even gotten started with them, just you wait. When I can make a coherent though, 'm going to give you aallll the praises."

Both of you were quickly dissolving into delirious fits of giggles and laughter, even as Tup gave you another quick kiss, and grabbed your hands.

Maker where did he get all this energy? you thought as he rose up, urging you to follow him. Guess it comes with all those genetic modifications, lucky me.

He lifted you to your feet with that gentle smile of his, "Come on, cyar'ika, lets go take a shower together."

"But you've already taken a shower," you giggled as he pulled you.

There was that teasing look again, the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "I did, but I need another one after everything you did to me!"

"Everything I did to you?!" you swatted his shoulder with a laugh.

Just as you passed the door to the fresher, he pulled you closer to him, chuckling as he pressed a kiss to your ear, "I can still feel the mess you made of my face, cyare. So, yeah, what you did to me." Another wet smooch of a kiss, then he turned to the shower.

You hadn't been able to really take him in before, so you hummed at the sight of him naked and bending over to start the water. The dimples right above his ass came out to play, and almost distracted you from the glorious glutes themselves.

Kriff, you weren't really hoping he'd use your still sore body again, were you?

"There we go," Tup said as the water started, then reached back and guided you into the shower, "lets clean you up."

He stepped in after, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you as the warm water rained down. You let him hold you up, let him run his soothing hand up and down your body, let him clean you up with care.

You didn't even realize you were moaning until he was whispering in your ear again, holding you just a little tighter.

"Keep sounding like that, and I may just try for four, cyar'ika."

I'm just going to tag all the darlings who seemed to like the original post <;3 @blueink-bluesoul @dystopicjumpsuit @sinfulsalutations @corrieguards @spicy-clones @anxiouspineapple99 @littlemissmanga @sunshinesdaydream @commander-sunshine

#tup x reader #clone trooper tup x reader #plz listen to Freak. A soft melody with filthy lyrics is exactly the vibe of this whole thing #that warning list just kept getting long and long the more I wrote lol #really hope you guys like it #Tup has very quickly shot up my list of favorite clones #clone x reader #deeja writes

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I'm so curious about the Declan was abused by a priest au 👀

my friend Cami and i can't help it, we just look at promiscuous characters with intense trust and intimacy issues and ask "is anybody gonna hc a history of sexual abuse here??" and then don't wait for an answer adlkjfgh

this verse -- (dubbed "the Wesleyverse", after our OC priest, Father Wesley) -- began with "and i am not gonna think about the reputation the catholic church has for sexual abuse of young boys because i have already delivered plenty of trauma and angst upon my boys and it also it feels uncouth alkdfjhadgf 😅 bUT ALSO" which was met with a resounding "I WENT THERE TOO" from Cami, and it spiraled from there

i'm just saying, a quiet self-sufficient anxious boy with an unstable home life and who has already had the importance of keeping secrets drilled into him would be very convenient for a sexual predator. socially isolated and emotionally unfulfilled. the ignored child, the overlooked, no one's favorite -- desperate for the validation and attention that he doesn't get from his parents, at least not the way he wants it. resentful of his brothers and their specialness.

Father Wesley made him feel special. like he was the important one for once, more important than all the other boys, more important than Ronan who he could've chosen instead. Father Wesley gave Declan all the attention and praise and reassurance that he craved, and all it took was playing some private games. secret and unpleasant and ever-escalating "games" that made Declan feel bad in a variety of ways, but Declan was used to that. cleaning up after dad's and Ronan's dreams were games, according to Aurora, and those made him feel bad too. those were unpleasant too. those made him afraid too. those were things he couldn't tell anyone about too.

how is a 6yo supposed to know the difference between a secret that should be kept and a secret that shouldn't be? a game he has to play behind closed doors whether he wants to or not and a game he needs to tell a trusted adult about?

(there aren't many adults he trusts anyway. who is supposed to be more trustworthy than their priest? Father Wesley speaks for god, doesn't he? he's the highest authority. right?)

so anyway. all that lasted a while, maybe from ages 6 to 8, when Father Wesley stopped wanting to play with him. it took months for Declan to realize that he wasn't coming back, that for better or for worse it was over. (relieved, yes. hurt, also yes. abandoned. unfavorite. if Father Wesley doesn't love him anymore, does it mean god doesn't either?) he put it behind him, labeled it as over and done with, and he did everything he could to bury it and pretend it never happened. he never told anyone and he never intended to.

it's been 11 years since the abuse stopped, Wesley's been retired from St Agnes for 5 or 6 years, a whole lot of shit has happened and life has been very busy for Declan (set post-TRK, more or less lol). things are finally calming down a little bit. the Gray Man has the underground shit handled for the time being, he and Matthew are back in town (because reasons, don't ask about georgetown, it's not important) and his relationship with Ronan is stabilizing. everything is fine.

and then Father Wesley gets arrested.

Gansey forwards the article to Ronan. Ronan shows it to Declan when he's stopped by monmouth for whatever reason, like holy shit, this is crazy, can you believe this??? fucked up, amirite??

doesn't notice at first that Declan has gone completely still.

it isn't until he mentions that the police are going through all the evidence to see if they can identify the victims -- indicating that it's not just, ya know, possession of materials from the internet, but actual production, records of his actual abuse -- that Declan fucking bolts. and Ronan is like UMMM?? DON'T LIKE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THAT

and here's the thing about the Lynch brothers. they may not get along. they may have a lot of water under the bridge. they may be liable to attack each other at the drop of a hat. but the second someone else attacks one of them? they close ranks. Ronan may not like his brother all that much but it's still HIS brother, thank you very much, his family, and anybody who lays a fucking hand on him is gonna suffer the consequences.

he has to chase Declan down. checks his condo, checks his work, checks the Barns, even calls Matthew to ask if he's seen him. finally finds him at the absolute LAST place he expected -- the church. it's late afternoon on a tuesday or something and there's no one else there. it's just Declan, alone in the sanctuary, with a rosary that Ronan hasn't seen him actually use in years.

Ronan doesn't remember ever having seen Declan cry before, and he's not crying now but it's obvious that he has been. that he's fighting to keep control of himself now. says he came here to be alone.

Ronan says fuck that, he's not just gonna leave.

after a minute, Declan abruptly sits up, suddenly blank and businesslike and steady, and he tells Ronan to ask his questions. which is.........disturbing, for Ronan. because he's seen this face before. he's seen it a dozen, a hundred, a thousand times. it's the cool detachment that's always rubbed Ronan the wrong way, earned Declan accusations of being an unfeeling robot, someone who just didn't care as much as Ronan did about anything or anyone.

had this face always had all this under it? could he really just pull it on over top of.........of ALL THIS and pretend that none of those feelings were there?? hide them that well?? fucking hell.

Ronan refuses to ask any questions. he has plenty, of course, but he's not here to interrogate him. (he doesn't even know how to put his questions into words anyway, fuck, he's just trying to wrap his head around it.) Declan said he wanted to be alone, obviously he doesn't wanna talk about it, so Ronan is gonna sit here with him for as long as Declan wants to be here, and later if Declan wants to talk about it then, then they can talk about it, and if not, they won't, and that's it.

it's silent for a few minutes as Ronan sits stubbornly and tries not to look, but out of the corner of his eye he can see as Declan's face crumbles bit by bit. as he fights so hard to keep his composure and, without opposition to set himself against, fails.

(he's not used to Ronan not pushing back, not being combative or accusatory. he definitely never expected support. and it's hitting him that Ronan knows. that pretty soon, everyone in town is going to know. Henrietta is a small town, it's a gossipy church community, they're only a few years off from when predatory priests were headline news all over the world, this is not staying quiet. and there's evidence. identifiable evidence and a police investigation and calls being made to victims. there is no way that his name is staying out of this no matter what he does. the situation is officially outside of his control, and that's terrifying.)

he's never cried in front of Ronan before, not since they were very small children, but even his prodigious repression skills have a failure point and he's reached it. he's curled in on himself and there are gasping, gulping sobs in the silence of the empty church, and Ronan eventually throws caution to the wind and does what he would do if it were Matthew. he puts a hand on Declan's back, just maintaining contact, proving that he's there and he's not leaving.

........

SO ANYWAY

this verse goes on and on, my anon friend, this is the set up and we just kept spinning out the thread for literally a year at this point, i think it was jan 2023 that we started talking about this concept 😂 it's not always one linear narrative, we branch off into "ooh i wanna see when X happens" in a patchwork kinda fashion, just rolling around in the sandbox and exploring the premise and also all the relationships and the way this particular trauma interacts with all the other traumas and also Ronan and Matthew's traumas and all their dynamics with each other.

Cami and i lean toward the self-indulgence of letting the Lynches actually make the occasional healthy and productive choice, because there is nothing more cathartic and satisfying to us than having them actually talk to each other, so by god these little fuckers are communicating in a semi-functional manner most of the time. they love each other, goddamn it, they're gonna fucking act like it. also about 30k in we finally got Declan into therapy 😂😂😂 good god he needs it, lmao.

.......i also accidentally got REALLY INVESTED in an OC, Jeremy, who was Father Wesley's next victim, the one he moved on to after Declan. i did not mean to start shipping Matthew and Jeremy, but here i am, a Meremy stan. i love them. #otp

so. lemme know if you want more, lol. i've got so so much more alkfdjh

#and the answer is #Anonymous #Declan Lynch #Ronan Lynch #TRC #fics by me #in a manner of speaking #wesleyverse #csa tw #rape tw

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centipedelightning · 1 year

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Can we have some fluff headcanons for Mars x reader??

Mars my beautiful boy. I think in the future I should add something to my pinned post about being clear about relationship types. Like it's pretty standard for these things to be romantic but I'm aroace and autistic so I'm set up for failure. Thank you anon! Also, this was an excuse to catch up on the horrortale comic bc I needed to refresh Mars' character.

| ht!Sans x gn!Reader || Romantic headcanons || Fluff |

Great bonefriend let me tell you

He's very affectionate. Like, if you accept physical touch he is always there; holding hands when walking, knees touching when sitting next to each other, you name it. Any little touch of contact is everything to him.

He doesn't nap as much as classic Sans but if you blinked a little too slow you will be dragged off to lay in bed. He uses it as an excuse to nap and cuddle.

If you aren't a physical touch person he's probably doing something for you. He likes to keep his hands busy, so if he wasn't able to hold yours he'd make friendship bracelets or something similar. He doesn't like fidget toys because he feels there's no end. He likes having final products.

No matter your stance on physical contact, he will be doing and making for you whenever he gets the chance. I mentioned the friendship bracelets but he also sews, knits, and crochets. Real homestead like. You have hats, coats, and socks galore. Every gifting holiday ends with you getting something handmade by him.

On your fifth anniversary, he knit you a sweater. It's multi-colored with your best colors and an off-white accent on the collar and sleeves. There's very intricate patterns with some of your favorite things (food, animals, shapes, whatever sparks joy). It also has a 3d soul-heart pattern on the collar and cuffs. Blood, sweat, and tears went into it (the last two literally).

I don't think he has trust issues in the same way as someone from a fell!universe but he's got something. So to get into a relationship with him is a big deal. You'd need to be a very patient and understanding person. You need to be good or get good at clear, open communication as well.

The underground affected his empathy so you need to be direct about problems and explain whether or not you want advice or are just venting.

He has a very deadpan way of joking where you are unsure if what he said was a joke. Just ask and he'll clarify, he never says it with malicious intent.

He raises chickens on the surface and he'd be egg-static if you helped or took an interest. He made that specific pun the first time you ask to meat the chickens. He will then make at least one egg-celent joke every. single. time. you join him in the coop.

This is about Mars so I haven't brought up Jupiter but just know you need to be besties with Jupes to be with Mars.

He is a good cook and will happily cook for you, but if you cook for him he's yours forever. That's only a minor exaggeration.

Loves playing board games with you. Quiet date nights in are usually trying out new board games he found.

The most annoying bitch ever and will put obscenely hard logic puzzles in front of you asking you to solve them. He will literally just walk over to you and place a five-page logic question that gives you flashbacks to math class. This will happen all while he has the biggest most shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

He doesn't actually do it to tease or make fun of you, at least it's not the main reason. He honestly just like using it as an excuse to show off in front of you. He loves being praised by you. Don't let it go to his head I beg.

He uses whatever soap and body wash you use. There's a chance you don't even notice because he buys replacements. There's no deeper reason other than it's right there. If you two don't live together and he's staying at his own house he uses his brother's stuff.

If you're into it, one of your first (and later regular) dates would be to the jazz lounge he frequents.

He doesn't care that much about what he wears but he'd happily put on a fashion show for you.

If y'all are close you can joke about his trauma, Mars even encourages it

#anon my dear im sorry this is so short #Mars is my boy but im not sure how to characterize him yk #I reread sourapple's comic and now i can't figure out a way to make him not an asshole #if you have any notes or suggestions lmk #sans x reader #sans x you #undertale scenarios #undertale x reader #sans #horrortale #horrortale sans x reader #ht sans x reader #horrortale sans #request #ht!sans

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CinemaCon takeaways...

Disney largely focused on this year, and not much beyond other than some Marvel stuff. A new song from MOANA 2 was previewed along with some footage, some of which that will presumably be - more or less - the first teaser for the movie. Whenever that drops, but the sequel seems to coming along nicely despite some concerns I've had over the production being a possible crunch job. INSIDE OUT 2's first 35min were previewed to high praise, though we do gotta remember that CinemaCon is first and foremost for exhibitors and those in the movie theater business. A chunk of a sequel to an $850m+ grossing movie is obviously going to go over pretty well, but I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy INSIDE OUT 2. The detail that really got me was the use of different animation styles - similar to the first film's "Abstract Thought" scene - to portray personifications of some of Riley's lost memories. 2D for what is reported to a BLUE'S CLUES-looking preschool show dog character, and a PS2-esque FINAL FANTASY-style character. I love it, the artists just going all out for the sequel and trying all kinds of wacky ideas. That interests me every bit as much as the new emotions and their respective roles in the story do. Disney didn't show anything beyond the December release of MUFASA in terms of animated movies, not a word on any changes to their 2025 slate. Again, being CinemaCon, they were more focused on what they had to offer this year to exhibitors.

Paramount made a big splash, apparently what they showed of TRANSFORMERS ONE was a standout (teaser WHEN?), while THE SMURF MOVIE saw a re-titling that's equally as generic... Just, SMURFS. The two Sony hybrid movies were THE SMURFS, while their all-animated movie was called SMURFS: THE LOST VILLAGE... Just a simple SMURFS... That's it. I'm still curious as to how the studio contracted to make this one for Paramount will make a neat style that is unique to the one Sony did for LOST VILLAGE. Will it be even more stylized and 2D-like? Or less so? The first of the new 2D AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER movies is called AANG: THE LOST AIRBENDER, and cast members have been revealed, including Dave Bautista as a villain. Some stuff from the new SPONGEBOB movie, subtitled SEARCH FOR SQUAREPANTS, got out as well. Paramount's theatrical animation is all just big IPs. We know how their heads feel about more original stuff. (Or stuff based on things never before adapted to film, before you come after me.) Otherwise, Paramount's presentation was largely for live-action fare: The ever long-gestating fourth Kelvin STAR TREK movie, an R-rated TMNT movie, Trey Parker and Matt Stone's new movie, Edgar Wright's go at Stephen King's THE RUNNING MAN, a TRANSFORMERS/G.I. JOE movie, and then some.

Universal showed some of DESPICABLE ME 4 and THE WILD ROBOT, but were absolutely mum about anything beyond that. Only a few 2025 live-action projects, like the FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S movie sequel, got dropped. Illumination CEO Chris Meledandri emphasized that original movies remain in that studio's future, despite getting no word on anything coming out in 2025 - between this summer's release of DESPICABLE ME 4 and spring 2026's SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE sequel.

Warner Bros.' presentation was unsurprisingly animation-free, outside of a WAR OF THE ROHIRRIM logo. Their next animated film, and the first under the "Warner Bros. Pictures Animation" moniker - THE CAT IN THE HAT, isn't here until early 2026 at the moment. Ya know, there's a certain hybrid movie that could've made a splash during their presentation that they decided to toss- Yeah, you know what? I won't go there.

While I didn't expect much, given the nature of CinemaCon, we still learned a lot of cool stuff I feel. As for Disney, we'll get juicier things - I reckon - come late summer with D23. Other stuff could debut at Comic-Con or elsewhere.

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All The World's A Stage

Part One.

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"It's him!"

"I see him! He's on the roof of the Kowareta Corporation!"

"All Might has returned!"

All Might smirked behind his mask, glancing to Rian-- Event Horizon-- on his left. His younger partner was wearing combat boots, gray cargo pants, and a skin-tight and sleeveless black top that led up into a black spiky collar and a half-mask and mirrored goggles. If the vigilante was being honest... Seeing him in that outfit was kind of a turn-on. But that could wait until later. "Our boy's ready in there?"

Event Horizon nodded, his purple-tipped brunette ponytail swaying cutely. His eyes were hard and angry, however. All Might could tell by the set of his eyebrows and the way his clenches fists twitched. This job was close to the young man's heart.

I'll keep an eye on him.

"Good. Then we'll get the party started."

All Might held up a fist, silencing the civilians below-- including those that were forming the picket line and protesting the company he stood upon, which had been discovered to have been adding talcum powder as a filler to their baby foods and formulas in a cheaper brand that was popular in low-income areas.

Seriously, the evil fucks thought that was a good idea? I doubt any decent heroes will bother showing up.

"Greetings, citizens! Been a while since we've seen each other! I've been taking a vacation, minding my own business... When much like you, I saw the news reports."

Everyone waited, the street almost seeming to hold it's breath.

"As we all know, the company is not going unpunished! Like a miracle, your voices were heard, and people are being brought to justice for their serious offense to the safety of our future! This corporation is being hit with more fines, forced retirements, and product pulls than many of us have seen in years..."

"... But I don't think that's enough. And neither do many of you."

Shouts of agreement rose up, and the vigilante smirked.

"You know who hasn't paid? Who hasn't been blasted by the news, or said a word about the deaths of the many young children who fell victim to this unimaginable terror? THE POLITICIAN WHO INTRODUCED THE BILL THAT LOOSENED FOOD PRODUCTION SAFETY REGULATIONS!"

At the signal, Izuku crashed through a darkened window on the front of the building, bunny-hopping his way up to the roof, to reveal he held a man by the collar as he dangled the bastard over the edge of the roof on All Might's right side.

The boy was clad in green and black, with boots decked out in reinforced steel soles to accommodate his kick-boxing style of combat, and an almost creepy mask with a plastered on smile and reflective green lenses covering the eyes.

"Meet my new apprentice... As well as Manuke Kusotare, the man who let this company have their way after taking numerous bribes-- as well as cheating on his wife! Funny how many things you can find out about a public figure. He's been hiding out to avoid being given any court summons or receiving any criticism... It's too bad that we found him before the police."

The roar of anger below was truly something to behold.

Damn, these people are really out for blood. It was a good move to make this Izuku's debut.

"But rest assured, citizens... We'll make sure you never have to see his face around here again."

Izuku dropped the politician, and everyone watched as the screaming man plummeted towards the concrete below-- only to disappear into one of Rian's portals, while the three vigilantes did the same once the attention was off of them.

The three stepped out on the other side of the portal, walking into the familiar concrete room in the back of the bar. There at the other side of the room was the politician, bruised but mostly fine.

"Good work, kid," the older man praised, clapping Izuku on the shoulder while he removed his mask. "You played the part perfectly. Had this guy shitting himself, and you didn't even speak!"

"Th-thanks sir," the blonde Izuku said, blushing as he pulled down both his hood and mask. "It was easier than I thought, too."

"And now we have a new friend..." Rian said quietly, casually twirling a knife. "Do I get him?"

"No babe..." Toshinori said softly, gently petting his husband. "I hate to say it... But I think it would be best if I dealt with this trash quickly. You should go home to Hinata and calm down."

The brunette's jaw clenched, and he looked like he would argue... But then his muscles loosened. Rian slowly nodded, putting his knives away. "You're... Right. I won't be able to look at her without thinking about those other kids, if I start fucking this guy up with you. I'll go home and start dinner."

"Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart," Toshinori said, kissing Rian's forehead.

"How does meatloaf sound?"

"Wonderful. We'll see you in a while."

Rian nodded, then gave Izuku a quick hug, smiling softly as he pet the teen's hair. "Remember, Izuku: don't fight these people out of anger. We're here to do what's right, not to settle grudges."

"Yes d-dad. I'll remember."

Rian and Toshinori exchanged one more smile before the younger man stepped through another of his portals. Standing up a little straighter, the two blondes turned towards the politician huddled in the corner.

"Now for the next phase..."

You have no idea how much fun it was coming up with bullshit names for the company and politician. If you speak Japanese, I'm not sorry at all.

#smitespace #this counts as lore.

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GIVE ME UR MASTERCLASS ON THIS SITUATION PLS IM STILL CONFUSED

Oh haha. I spent like over an hour breaking it down for my friends the other day. I'll give you the summary.

Olivia Wilde was making the movie, things were fine. We find out Shia dropped out mid rehearsals and Harry Styles gets hired to replace him. During production Harry and Olivia get together as she was splitting from her ex (this a while different mess but it also gets tangled in there because he did serve her the custody papers mid convention while she was promoting dwd but it's all about her kids and personal life so that's non of our business, things have been said but overall is best if we keep ourselves of it)

Filming is done and Olivia and Harry are spotted. Till this point people were happy and excited to see the movie but if you need to know ANYTHING from the Harry Styles fandom is that at any point that he gets a girlfriend they will hate her. They will go through her entire history and find any reason to haye her, they even accused her of grooming grown adult Harry Styles.

There they started conspiracy about the relationship, it's pr, Olivia is a predator, she's a bad mom, etc. They would film her dancing in concerts and mock her calling her names.

They started circulating rumours that Olivia was so in love with Harry she stopped being the director of the film and Florence Pugh took over, then it was that Florence was getting paid half as much as Harry, etc. All of those have either been proven false or are unconfirmed. The tension is building with the movie being surrounded by this discussion.

Florence does an interview saying she hates the attention that's being placed on the sex scenes in the movie and not the contents of the movie itself. People connect dots that she secretly hates Olivia Wilde and it's piling on even more with all the other rumours.

Olivia does an interview she praises Florence says something about how she fired Shia, that there are no assholes allowed on her set, all stuff around that tone. Shia Labeouf leaks a video and other communications that prove that he left the project and was never fired. In the video Olivia Wilde says that she's trying to see both sides and that she thinks Shia and Florence can workout their issues and says 'this can be a wake-up call for miss flo'

The internet blows it up, they're now saying Florence Pugh was uncomfortable with Shia on set. He is a known abuser (he even has a trial coming up), he is also known to be method and being hard to work with on set. So know people think Olivia Wilde is being condescending, an abuse enabler and letting Florence Pugh be abused on set.

Fast forward to the mess that was the venice film festival there's all this drama already around this movie. People are talking about conspiracies that Florence is lying so she doesn't have to do press, because she's filming Dune right now she showed up minutes after the press conference had started (something that we already knew was going to happen), she goes through the red carpet with all of the cast. She goes to the premiere is there for the standing ovation (she even applauded at Olivia but people want to pretend that didn't happen). Anyway Florence leaves immediately after to go back to filming so she doesn't do any press for the film.

There's also the more recent leak of the texts between Shia Labeouf and Florence Pugh. Florence missed the initial rehearsal for personal reasons (again not my business to talk about), Shia and her had a facetime call about it, he then told her he was leaving because he didn't like rehearsals (also Shia and Florence didn't even meet in person ever) So Florence and Shia didn't have any other issues other than the scheduling of the rehearsals. (This is leak came from a "close friend" of Shia to prove Shia wasn't combative during set.)

Anyway there's a lot of people just wanting so much drama, there's speculation of tension because Harry Styles dating Olivia. The other actors not liking Harry or being annoyed by him, theres the everyone hates eachother secretly, etc. That's why everything is so extreme right now like people actually believing Harry Styles spit on Chris Pine in front of cameras like pls 😂

Basically that's the summary, I honestly think it's mostly people wanting to watch this be a fire storm specially since it also has to do with WB Discovery being broke and this being one of the 2 movies they can release this year. There's a lot of smaller stuff that's happened in between that include dissecting Chris Pine interviews for clues he secretly hates Olivia, or the Harry Styles quote about queer sex, florence not posting some trailers or reposting an story by Olivia, etc.

I hope this made some sense. There's so much more I could say but I think this gets kind of everything across. And my stance is I'm so tired of how much misogyny theres been in this discussion from the start :/

(sorry for all the potential typos and mistakes. I don't have it in myself to re read and check this)

#asks #speakno-ow #dont worry darling

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 11 months

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Took Delight

“Delight yourself in the LORD, and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the LORD; trust in Him, and He will act.” Psalms 37:4-5ESV

Years ago, I learned the truth of the text verses. My brother was getting married in California. We lived in po-dunk southern Indiana. Finances for the trip were non-existent. I worked in an in-home decor sales showings, with products ranging from $.49 to $49.99. The business had been committed to the Lord from the beginning. Holy Spirit was the joy of my heart. After much prayer about this trip, our text came to life in my spirit.

Sales were usually small during the first three months each year. With the trip committed to the Lord and the praises going up to heaven, sales quadrupled, then quadrupled again. An evening showing of the product went from $200 to $1200. Never had sales been so easy. In those three months preceding the trip, we were able to set aside the provisions for the trip across the country for our family, plus all of our bills were paid for a month in advance.

Papa God is interested in every aspect of the lives of His children. We prepared for the July 2023 trip to Canada to visit Lou’s family. Much prayer was sown into preparation for this trip. Just before walking out the door, we dedicated every aspect of the trip, our safety, our properties left behind to the Lord’s care by taking the Holy Sacraments.

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD, And He delights in his way” Psalm 37:23NKJV. Papa God took delight in the trip we took to Quebec. He caused every minute of the entire trip to be useful. We saw people we’d not seen in fifteen years with seamless ease and without inviting them. Some came as others left, just as if we had appointments set by God’s Divine hand.

Financial needs were met before the trip. Every need came in when we needed it without waste or excess. Amazing.

Health held together as we traveled two thousand miles by auto. Last time we’d made a trip of such length Lou had to go to urgent care during the trip, then was laid up in a motel for a day. This trip we were blessed.

My purpose in writing this is to encourage everyone reading this devotional. In the middle of all the horrific laws, dictatorship being crammed down our throats, evil being exposed around us— Papa God STILL HAS TIME to hear our individual cries; care about our desires individually; and meet those needs. What is your heart’s desire? Have you committed it to Him? Are you delighting in Him? Commit and delight brings great rewards. Try Him? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Papa God, Lord over all, I praise You for Your goodness to Lou and I. Help those who don’t believe how much You really care about them and their desires to see and know Your love for them, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux

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funaisfinest · 1 year

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Kinetic Productions Internship Day 1 (1/26/23)

Hours completed: 9 1/2, from 8:30 am to 6 pm

I started the day with little to know idea of what the internship was going to be, and after nine and a half hours there, I can affirm that I have more details, but it contributes to the confusion. Kinetic Productions is a subset of Kinetic Films started by James Sereno, the man I am directly under. For the first day, I learned a lot about James and his philosophy toward the commodification of creativity. James often alludes to the idea that we all have creative aspirations, but in the real world, these aspirations have to conform to reality, whether through adherence to the budget, client's desires, time, or etc. Through several anecdotes -- some of which were personal -- I found James to be impeccably knowledgeable about being a business owner. In one scenario, another newer employee of his made a creative decision to tighten up a sequence that would ultimately be presented via zoom to the Levi's employees. Although James gave specific instructions detailing what he wanted done, the employee took it in another direction, which led to a telling moment of his leadership. Instead of getting angry, instead of creating an environment of distrust, James walked through the requirements of the project and then talked about what the employee did. Together, they voiced their opinions, their concerns, and compared that to the specifications of the client. Ultimately, they found common ground on how to approach the problem. Even though the employee's ideas were honored for their forward thinking and creative decision making, they agreed that for the time frame and requirements it was not an appropriate step in the right direction. After another hour or so, the project was turned in, checked, and received praise for its approach -- the employee got all the credit.

Another interesting concept James emphasizes is that, as creatives, we are chosen for work or gain prominence because we have a unique "vision." The word "vision" was a little too broad for James, so he broke it down to "opinion" and "taste-value." Of course, a creative is chosen because of how their experiences inform their opinions in split-second or long-term creative decisions. Without an understanding of self, you'll never be able to make it in this business because each project requires you to influence perception with the sliver of truth in the flurry of lies. Basing that truth from within yourself or something you know is one of the key elements in creating something that has relevance to others but challenges you as an individual. And yeah, the commercial business (which is what his organization mostly does) is all lies; it's heightened reality. Every client wants the best that no one else has ever done, and the business of artistry relies on you being able to balance perception with reality: a process I'll likely learn more about as I shadow James, Ryan, and other directors in the organization.

The last concept I'll touch on that I found profound was the importance of showing up and doing the work. I'm still wrapping my head around this concept, but it seems that the consistent effort it takes to show up, talk with the client, engage actively, and more on is foundation when it comes to this business. It's the simple quality that will separate you from the other 95% of society. I'll be sure to elaborate more on this concept later on!

Overall, I had a pleasant first day and the staff were all very welcoming. I'm excited to see what the future stores and I'm lucky to shadow so many different parts about the production of video.

P.S. I'll try to take other forms of media to present here, too!

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Hi bestieeee, congratulations on 1K!!! I have a request for you!! Mommy!Nat or Dark!Nat blackmailing R into sex or else R would be fired?? Thank you

I wonder who this request is from?🤔

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Warnings: dub-con (bordering on non-con), coercion, blackmail, unhealthy power dynamic, oral sex (giving), praise, strap on sex and cum filled strap on

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You knew Natasha was coming before you saw her; before you even heard the chilling sound of her heels against the polished floors of the 46th level. You knew because you saw it in your coworkers eyes. You saw the way they cowered behind their desks and averted their eyes or made a swift exit from the area entirely. You knew because that was just how it worked at Romanoff Industries.

You were lucky enough to have your own office. Well, that should have made you lucky in avoiding Natasha's piercing gaze but it did not. Most of the time she stalked down the area outside your office she came straight to you and even if it wasn't her destination she would be sure to look in as she went by.

That was one of your less fortunate days, she was coming to see you and it wasn't to deliver a compliment about your hard work. Your boss let herself into your office without knocking and strolled over to your desk, her hips swaying in the mesmerising way they always did in those incredibly tight skirts.

"What happened to that report that was meant to be sent to me hours ago?" She demanded as she stood in front of your desk.

"Apparently someone picked up on some faults of the latest design so we can't do anything right now." You tried to explain but Natasha never did like excuses. "I don't know when it will be fixed." You continued.

"And you didn't think to tell me this?" Natasha glared.

"I thought someone would have told you." You were right, a lot of someone's had told the redhead, but apparently she needed to hear it from you too. "It's not my job to." You couldn't help but add. You knew Natasha hated when people pointed out things she didn't want to hear, more so when they did so confidently. You were one of the few who managed it, maybe that was why Natasha seemed to have it out for you. It was just a compulsion to you, to one up your boss. Even if it rarely succeeded.

You had always had mixed feelings about Natasha. Sometimes you thought when she went home at night she venturer into some cave that led to the pits of hell where she returned to her rightful throne. Other times that tough and stubborn show she put on was nothing short of admirable. There was no doubt it was what got her her success and therefore gave you a job. It was just hard to deal with when it was aimed at you individually, or what you could argue felt like personally.

"Don't give me that." She snapped. You were aware of all the eyes of your coworkers looking in on the pair of you and hanging on every word that was exchanged.

"You know full fucking well if something you're doing is going to be delayed you tell me." She was leaning both hands on your desk and leaning over to get closer to you. With such a short distance between you you had no choice but to stare back into her forest green eyes, like hell you were going to look away and back down.

"You can write that fucking report anyway. I want it on my desk today." Today? There was no way you could get that done in office hours, you would have to be working long past when you were meant to usually go home. "And when the design has been fixed you can write another one on it." She was testing you, willing you to say something you would regret. You weren't going to fall into her trap.

"Okay." You said, holding her gaze.

She didn't say anything else. Natasha stood there for another few seconds to watch you, waiting for something, anything. Then she stood back up straight and headed towards the door that she slammed closed behind her and marched back to her own luxury office.

That could have been an email.

It was approaching midnight when you finished the report. You were about to email it to Natasha when you remembered she wanted it in paper form so you begrudgingly sent it off to the printer.

It was a waste of paper you thought as you trudged over to the elevator that quickly arrived as there was no one else in the building. You figured Natasha just wanted to be that extra bit difficult. Well, you knew that was what she was trying to do.

You had worked with Natasha for longer than most, you knew her. Or rather, you knew the front she painted. You knew what annoyed her, what she wanted, what she thought of certain people and you could predict how she would conduct business down to the exact price tag of a product. But you didn't know her personally, sometimes you wondered if there was anyone who did.

You knocked on your bosses door and waited until she called for you to come in. You planned to simply walk in, put the paper on her desk and walk out to go home but once you were several steps past the door Natasha called for you to close it.

She didn't look up at you as you trudged across the ridiculously big office and put the papers down. It was only when you turned around that she spoke again.

"Stay." Was all said. You bite back a comment about not being a dog.

You turned back around and expected some speech and your attitude earlier but continued making notes on a design plan like you weren't even in the room. A few minutes of you fidgeting on your feet and looking around the office for anything interesting, Natasha picked up your report and leaned back in her chair to read it. She showed no signs that you had done a good or bad job with the report.

Finally, she put the paper down on her desk and went back to the plans. "Close the door behind you." Was all she said. You clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes once turned around to finally leave and go home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, y/n."

Turns out it wasn't as simple as writing two reports. Design after design failed. First there was a slight issue with the batteries, then the shape, then it somehow became a liability. You mentioned all these faults in your reports, as you legally had to, but it became tedious very quickly. You always hated paperwork. It was meant to be such a small part of your job. You could only hope the sudden increase was temporary, especially as it wasn't exactly one of your strengths.

You continued to work over time and met Natasha late at night, always having to wait until she finished reading till you could leave. You thought you had to be doing at least a good job with them for your boss to never say anything, because she was always ready to point out small errors. That was until one particular night.

"These reports are getting worse." Natasha scolded. The comment made your blood boil. They were certainly not getting worse, maybe the designs were but you knew it was no fault of yours.

"The designs don't work." You fired back and crossed your arms. You had been worked tirelessly on those reports and they only stated the facts.

"Do you even care about your job, y/n?" Natasha asked seriously, angering you more.

"I've sacrificed more than I ever thought I could for a job for this company."

"You're on thin fucking ice, l/n. With the way things are going I'd be in a right mind to fire you." ...what the fuck?!

"What?" It came out as more of a whisper. After everything that you had done for the company and the years you had spent there, Natasha wouldn't really fire you, would she?

"Unless you're willing to make up for it all." She said seriously with something unmistakably dark in her tone.

"I don't more extra hours than anyone here." You said, not knowing what else she could mean.

"Not more than me, something takes quite the toll. I can hardly fit the time in to distress anymore. That's where you come in." Natasha explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered around to the other side of the desk, the sound of her heels clicking echoing around the room.

There was a long moment of silence when Natasha left barely any space between you. You searched her eyes for any hint of what she was referring to but inevitably found nothing. Until she suddenly pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

"Show me what other skills you have and maybe I'll consider letting you stay." She smirked down at you and ran the back of her hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw. "Entirely your call."

"Natasha this is crazy." You tried to reason but it was hard to ignore the faint throbbing you felt from being on your knees for her. "I could tell someone." For the first time ever, you heard her laugh. She threw her head back in a mocking laugh that soon turned into taunting chuckles.

"Y/n, who would believe you over me? You can be my guest and try but you'll never have another job in this city again, maybe further if I feel like it." She shrugged. You gulped and felt your breathing shake. Fuck.

Natasha, apparently impatient, hiked up her skirt and leant back against her desk to look at you expectantly. Your mouth suddenly went dry when you caught sight of her bare pussy, having not had any underwear on. You wondered if she often sat around like that. If she sauntered around the building and into your office where you could easily let your fingers wander up her skirt. Did she always leave them off for you?

"If you want to keep your job I suggest you get to work." She spoke. You tentatively moved forward and gripped onto her thighs for support, still looking up at her for any signs of a tell.

She was positively soaked. You could see her clenching in anticipation, the sight and musky smell entirely inviting. So you licked a long strip of the redhead's folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her. Sweetness was hardly what you expected given the tough and cold exterior of your boss, you hadn't expected it to be so instantly addictive either.

You pushed your tongue further inside the redhead who gave a breathy moan in response. At that, your mind was made. You sucked harshly on Natasha's clit and felt it pulse rapidly between your lips before returning your tongue to where she needed it most.

"Look at how much you're enjoying this." Natasha smirked as she looked down at the beyond contented glint in your eyes. "So good at pleasing you like mommy."

You worked your tongue tirelessly inside her, spurred on by the blissful sounds that fell from the redhead's mouth with every flick and curl of your muscle. You were lost in the incomparable taste of her and hoped it would be something that lingered on your tongue for a while. You were in awe of the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her eyes clenched shut every time your tongue brushed against some beautiful nerve ending. The sounds she made when you did so rivalled the faux sweetness of a siren's song. You knew the dangers of being lulled too far but you wanted to explore it entirely, convinced there was some hidden beauty that no one else could see.

"Fuck, so good." Your grip on Natasha's thigh tightened when her hold on the back of your neck did. She started to buck her hips against your mouth and her breathing patterns became more irregular. Your boss seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing from you as her eyes shut firmly and her movements became more erratic. But even then she held onto her power over you.

"I want you to swallow every last fucking drop." She ordered and gasped when your nose bumped against her clit. You picked up the pace of your tongue, making sure to swipe it against all the spots you had learnt made her shudder.

Her nails were practically digging into your neck when she reached her high. Her breath got caught in her throat before she gave the most animalistic moan you had ever heard. She furiously bucked her hips against your face as she rode out her high and relished in every wave of pleasure.

She recovered impressively quickly and was still raring to go, apparently having more plans for the night. She smiled down at you with a glint of the devil in her eye as she stood back and turned around to retrieve something from her desk, telling you to sit on her chair.

You were anticipating Natasha to return the favour, especially given how much she clearly enjoyed what you had to offer. Instead, she slipped a harness through your legs and pulled it up to your waist where she fastened it to sit securely. It was only when she moved away that you saw the size of the red toy, standing proudly and daringly. You wouldn't be surprised if your boss couldn't make it fit, yet again about to see that you really didn't know her. She was unpredictable and nothing short of it.

Natasha straddled your legs until her knees hit the backrest of her chair and her cunt was lined up with the toy. You went to hold her waist to guide her but your boss grabbed your wrists harshly and pinned them to the chair either side of you with a warning look.

She lowered herself onto the toy and groaned when the head of the toy alone started to stretch her. She kept her strong grip on your wrists as she looked more of the strap and you could only watch on in awe as the fake cock disappeared inside her.

Natasha moaned loudly and paused half way to adjust herself and breathe heavily before slamming herself down on the rest of the toy. "God." She grunted. "Mommy feels so full."

"Let me help you mommy." You tried but she shook her head.

"You don't get to touch right now." Was all she said before she lifted herself partly off the toy and slammed back down drawing another beautiful moan.

Your boss continued this for a while until she found herself in a rhythm that pleasured her deeply. You could see her juices smeering the toy everytime she withdrew and the sight alone made you groan, you already wanted to taste her again.

She rode you with vigor as her pace increased as did her grip on you. Profanities spilled from her mouth like a song that you wanted to join in with but you were too fixated on the sight infront of you. Natasha's bra clearly wasn't all that supportive because her breasts bounced with each thrust downwards and you wished more than anything that you could reach out and take her top and bra off to cup them, even tweak her nipples between your fingers to see her squeal.

"Gonna cum- fuck! Mommy's gonna cum on your cock and you're going to fill me up more." She said between moans and gasps. You didn't really understand what she meant by fill her up more but you weren't going to object, not when you wanted to see her cum again so badly.

She suddenly let your right hand go and grabbed on to the back of the harness. You were confused until you felt something click and Natasha was moaning louder than she had all night. "Your cum feels so good in me." She all but screamed before jerking her hips wildly and cumming around the toy.

She fell forwards slightly and grinded against the toy to ride out her high desperately. You gripped her hips with your free hand and moaned when you saw some of the cum leaking out of Natasha's pussy.

With a groan, you pulled your other hand out of the redhead's grasp and lifted her up and down onto her desk where she looked up at you with blissful eyes. "Don't go thinking you have any control." Natasha sneered but gasped when you withdrew the strap and snapped your hips forwards again.

"We'll see."

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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HSLOT HOUSTON

Okay, I’m actually so happy with this one. Come talk about it with me in my inbox! 😌

warning: smut

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It was a bit of a shock, well a lot of a shock when YN is scrolling through her instagram time and it becomes flooded with a gif of her husband passionately kissing a gorgeous blonde.

The trailer for Don’t Worry Darling had dropped out of nowhere and now there was a nasty feeling on jealously, insecurity, and possessiveness in the pit of her stomach.

She knew it was irrational, they were married for fucks sake, but those emotions weren’t always rational.

YN watched it, over and over, until she tossed her phone onto the side table hard enough that it slides off and falls harshly on the ground.

Harry and crew were downstairs, it didn’t look like the Houston show was going to happen because of the storm.

She felts ridiculous and immature for the tears welling up in her eyes. It’s not like she was upset or mad at him.

She was proud of him for his acting abilities and all of his hard work - that’s why she was mad at herself right now.

YN knows Harry is expecting her downstairs to help figure out details, what to do for the fans, etc.. because she was a major part of the production crew.

But she nearly felt like she was going to throw up.

Could you blame her?

Who on earth would want to see their significant other making out passionately for the world to swoon over?

YN scrubs the tears from her cheeks, hadn’t even realized they were falling.

She does the worst thing ever, pulls it back up and starts ready comments, especially from their friends - it almost felt like betrayal. Jeff, Glenne, Lambert, Gemma.

A message appears at the top of the screen.

Bunny 🐰: come on darling, need you down here. meeting is about to start 😗

Her fingers hesitate.

yn: be down in five

Bunny 🐰: is everything okay? where’s my kiss? 😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗

She sighs, she feels bad because it’s not his fault.

He had been offered the role, came home and instantly told his wife that if she wasn’t comfortable with him having romantic scenes - he’d turn it down.

YN wasn’t like that.

When she was being logically she would never want to stand in the way of Harry persuing his dreams.

It was acting and she had even been on set a few times when there were heated scenes but it just felt different - uncomfortable.

YN throws one of the bunny merch hoodies, a pair of cropped leggings, and black nikes before heading down from their suite to the conference room.

Harry had purposefully kept the seat open for her, right next to him, and she slips into quietly as they continue to talk.

There were a lot of higher ups in the room, from the venue, the touring company, his team - deciding on what they should do about the weather warning.

He instantly tugs her as close of possible to him with a long arm wrapped around her shoulder and a subtle kiss to the side of her head.

They’re talking about the people standing outside in the rain for GA, they all get quiet, and Harry nudges his wife, “Darling, they’re talking t’you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can you repeat the question?” YN asks, eyes a bit wide in embarrassment at all the stares on her face.

A venue manager speaks up, “How do you think the fans will react and how can we ensure them of another show here. We do not want to lose the business of this concert.”

“Obviously upset. People have flown in for the concert - so maybe if you reach out to some of those fans and reimbursement their flights, they’d be more likely to come back and that would look good on you guys,” YN offers, tense and trying to ignore Harry’s concerned expression - he could always tell.

“Jamie, get on that,” The man orders with an executive nod that he liked the idea and Harry squeezes her shoulder lovingly.

The meeting goes on, she would normally wait for Harry to wade through all the people wanting to speak to him but she zips through the maze of bodies and back down the corridor to the elevator.

She about there when she hears someone running to catch up with her, knows exactly who it is when he pulls her back into his strong chest.

“Wha’s wrong?” Her husband murmurs in her ear, lips brushing softly and his arms keeping her as close as possible.

“It’s nothing, I just need some time alone,” YN sighs, stepping out of his warm embrace and turning to face him.

“Did I do somethin’? Baby, c’mon,” He coaxes, frowning as he studies her face, “Talk t’me, please.”

“I’m just - I’m being dumb,” She chuckles with no humor in her tone, tears welling again and she is quick to cover her face in her sleeve because fans are being to notice them.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get y’upstairs,” Harry replies, guiding her towards the elevator and throwing his arm around her to block her - it would look playful in the fan photos.

The crowd gets irritated when Harry refuses to stop and sign things, take pictures but his bodyguards quickly block them from getting to close.

Once in the elevator, alone, Harry cups her face gently, “Baby, y’gotta tell me what’s going on, m’confused.”

“The trailer, it came out and -“

Harry is perplexed for a moment, “Is that why everyone’s blowing up m’phone?”

Then he’s pulling it out, swiping a few times, and the short ten-second trailer is playing across his screen and he knows instantly.

“Sweetheart,” He sighs, tucking it back into his pocket, “M’sorry-“

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” YN interrupts him, eyes frantic as she speaks, “I’m not - It’s not your fault. I just wasn’t expecting it and it threw me off. I am so proud of you -“

“But y’a bit jealous, huh?” Harry smirks, rubbing his thumb against her bottom lip lightly, tugging to tease a bit.

“You’re my husband. Of course, I don’t want to see you do that with anyone else,” YN replies, watching as her husbands eyes meld into something fiery and golden.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He asks, voice deepening into what YN likes to call his sex voice and it really does work - makes her stomach flip.

“Harry, you don’t have to try to make me feel better. I’m re-“

Harry hits the red stop button on elevator, pausing the movement - it was a single elevator to the penthouse so it wasn’t effecting the rest of the hotel guests.

“Let me tell you a secret. The day we had to film tha’ scene, when I had to kiss someone who wasn’t you over and over again. When I had to act like I would fuck someone other than you,” Harry’s teeth are grazing her jugular dangerously, his breathe minty and cool, “You remember that one night on the balcony?”

“Mm,” YN agrees shakily, she remembers that night a few months ago well.

Harry had come home from set with a mission.

He hadn’t disclosed what happened that day and YN had completely forgotten to ask later on.

When he stormed through their master bedroom and swung open the balcony doors, his eyes fall hungrily on his wife who’s reading a book on their balcony. ***

Her skin was glowing on the dim fairy lights and reflection of the moon, it was late- nearly midnight when he’d finally gotten home.

She was lounging on the sofa, sprawled in a silk pajama set that was simple but so sexy in the way her natural breasts lay without a bra - nipples poking at the fabric.

It had only taken him a moment, he’d been hard the whole ride home thinking about his wife, and when he saw that, he was striding over and murmuring, “You know your safe words, right baby?”

It was him eating her out hungrily, ridding her of her clothes and him still fully dressed as he nipped and sucked at her clit.

Then he had bent her over the balcony railing, overlooking the Hollywood hills where surely their neighbors could have seen if they squinted.

His fingers were digging harshly into her backside, thrusting and having her tits sway with the force as he praised her on how well she took it.

And it ended with back on the couch, her legs soaked from her multiple releases, skin smattered in bruises and love bites, and Harry kissing her roughly as he pinched her clit and released inside her.

“The reason I wrecked y’tha’ night was because doing all that shit on set made me want to come straight home to m’wife,” Harry whispers like there’s other people in the elevator with them.

“Harry,” She mutters shyly, avoiding eye contact and looking down to the marble floor.

“No, look at me, baby. All I could think about were how much better your mouth feels, how no one can ever compare to how fuckin’ sexy y’are,” He rumbles, his hand is slipping underneath her hoodie and palming at her belly.

“Love you,” YN replies, reaching up to press their lips together and whine when his tongue automatically finds it way into her mouth.

“Been with you since I was fifteen. Y’know tha’? There’s a reason for that, s’because nobody gets to me like you do. You always make me crave more. The reason I put that rock on y’finger and y’name on m’bank account.”

“Bunny, please.”

Harry smirks against her lips, “Please what?”

“Fuck me, c’mon,” She begs desperately, his hand teasing at the waistband of her leggings but not giving her anything.

“Gotta give it t’you when you ask, s’my husbandly duty,” Harry kisses her again, hands moving to tug them down.

“Yes, be a good husband,” She scolds, getting on her tiptoes out of instinct as he slips two fingers up into her.

“M’tryin’,” He gruffs, hissing at how wet she is for him as he curls his fingers towards the front her wall to hit her spot, “Only one f’me. Never want anyone else, been an love-struck idiot for you since I was fifteen.”

After they finish, Harry presses the button to restart the elevator and they’re both panting, with a light sheen on sweat.

When they step into the foyer of the penthouse, Harry cups her face and makes sure he has her full attention.

“I love you. If this movie or me acting with other people romantically is too much for you. Please tel me, m’job is never more important than m’marriage,” He says seriously, face still splotchy from coming in the sticky, hot elevator.

She shakes her head, “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable - well, not when I’m thinking logically. I’m proud of you, I can’t wait to see the movie.”

“I love y’so much, sunflower. Y’my soulmate, the reason I have the courage and confidence is because of you.”

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slightlysstuff · 3 years

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𝓔𝓭 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 // 𝓢𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 // 𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Summary: Ed and his business partner Lorraine go on a talk show and the host seems dead set on debunking all the work they have done. What happens when Ed fucks the show host daughter Y/n who he is secretly dating to blow off some steam?

Warning: smut, sub/dom dynamics, slight age-gap, humiliation, and choking

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"Do you have any hard proof? Any evidence at all?" Dr. Kaplan said accusingly.

"well sir we have photos and audio-" Ed was then interrupted by the Dr. "photos and audio can easily be edited and with the skills of your little tech guy, your paranoia, and that crazy woman's smoke and mirror you can sell your non-existent product." the brunette demonologist suddenly saw red. "What type of Doctor are you anyway?" the doctor gasp as if he had been shot "that's a low blow."

"And you insulting me and my partner's practice isn't" "I'm not insulting your practice I'm questioning it," he responds aggressively. "you insult people for a living so I wouldn't recommend 'questioning' other people's jobs," Ed says finally raising his voice. "Well, that's all for the interview folks see you next time on the KTS." As soon as the buzzer sounds indicating that they were off air Ed got up and left for his changing room.

As Ed is walking down the hallway scanning for his room he is interrupted by a producer, deciding to be civil about things he says "I'm sorry about the way I acted. I know that it was extremely inappropriate, and I understand if you never want me in the show again."

"No sir, that is not the case, the views skyrocketed during the arguing. The more views the more money, we're just sorry we had to piss you off to get there." Ed's eyes widen for a moment then clenches his fists "Are you fucking serious" he feels the anger overwhelming him so he strides over to his room and slams the door. As Ed walks in he sees Y/N sitting on the vanity in a sheer black robe. "So how was the interview?" she asks honestly wanting to know if her dad was being an ass. "Your father is a bastard," he replies. "now get your ass over here," he says just above a whisper. "with pleasure," Y/N says sliding of the piece of furniture.

As Y/N is coming towards the man she has a skip in her stride. When she is about 3 feet away and he immediately grabs her by the neck and pulls her close "I am going to fuck you until you are begging me to stop" as he says that and Y/N releases a high pitched moan. "You are such a good girl" Ed murmurs. He then lets Y/N go and backs away "look at you all dressed up for the man your dad hates" Ed then scans her body "Do you really crave validation so much that you come looking for it anywhere you can, and Y/N your thinking god why are you being so mean but I bet if I checked you are soaking through those lace panties of yours."

Y/N just whines desperately "can I check sweetheart" Y/N unable to speak just nods. He then walks back towards her and grabs the string of her robe. As Ed does this Y/N's robe slips off her shoulders to show her in all her glory. "Jesus Christ you're beautiful," he says grabbing her hip with his left hand. He then uses his right to slide a middle finger over Y/N's slit. "Princess you are soaked," he says pulling his finger from beneath Y/n's underwear, then licking the liquid off his finger.

"Please" Y/N whines wanting more than just the little simulation that is occurring. "No sweetheart, can you be patient for me?" the internal battle in her head is shown on her facial features, but of course she nods. "good slut," Ed says half trying to reward her with praise but also trying to embarrass her. Ed then slowly unclips her bra, as he does she lets out a sigh. "You know if it is uncomfortable then you don't have to wear them," he says trying to make her feel more comfortable. "But then I can't see the lust in your eyes grow as you take it off," Y/N says with a smirk. "come here" he commands.

"I've waited too long for this…" He growled, smiling wickedly. His voice was husky and deep now, his words seemed to echo in her ear and mind. It made goosebumps cover her arms.

His lips reached hers softly at first, but quickly more pressure was forced. The warmth flooded through both of them, pulling a whimper from her, which he relished in. Their eyes had long since fluttered closed as their lips pressed against each other. His tongue brushed over the girl's lower lip and you happily granted him entrance to her cavern.

His pink muscle claimed everything, brushing over her tongue, slipping behind her teeth, licking the roof of her mouth. It made it seem like he was making sure Y/N wouldn’t taste anything, but him all day. His hands gave her rump a small squeeze and smiled, breaking the kiss ever so slightly. Their lips were still close though, the heat of each other’s breath gazed over their faces.

she tugged at his hair and he growled, making you giggle. It was her small tease that she knew would push him over the edge.

Suddenly her back collided with the door and she gasped. A chuckle left the male as their kiss was broken, and his lips went to her neck, kissing all over it. Y/N whimpered and turned her neck up and to the side to reveal more to him. He took the opportunity to leave a bite, his teeth pressed down and it wasn’t long till they dug in ever so slightly, the whine-infused moan left her swollen lips and he grunted.

"I need you" Y/N cried finally done with the teasing. "I know I know baby," he said while taking off his pants.

His hands reached down once more, nearly ripping his buttons straight out of his jeans and breaking the zipper. He tugged them down eagerly and flung them off. She giggled at the sight and he huffed. His boxers were quick to follow and she blushed at the sight of him. No matter how many times she had seen him, she would never get over how big he was. Nine inches of glory stood tall in front of her and she felt herself become even wetter at the sight.

He smiled at the look on her face and dipped his body into hers. His cock brushed over her panties, which were now soaked in slick. She looked at him, even more, desperate than before. Her hands were on his shoulders again and she bit her lip for a moment. “Please Ed…” She whimpered, his eyes now focused solely on her. “I need you…” She finished.

He growled and ground harshly into her, causing her to cry out. He reached down, not moving his face from hers. His fingers once again curled and pulled at the material. As they did, her red, swollen lips met his in a heated kiss. He tugged the material down to her ankles as they kissed, his hands found her mid-thigh and he gripped it harshly. She whimpered into the kiss and he pressed his lips harder to hers.

As she bucked her hips, his hands gripped her harder. A small pain shot through her thighs and she knew bruises would be left. She also knew it was a sign for her to stay still. She should have known better, she whimpered submissively, signaling she understood. He hummed in response, playfully poking at her entrance, teasing her. She bit her lip to conceal moans, knowing if she made any, the punishment would be worse.

Once he had deemed she learned her lesson, he pushed through. The tip of his head glided into her tight hole as they clenched around him instinctively. He slowly pushed forward. He had gone in with her unprepared when they ended up in circumstances like this. She let out a shaky moan as she took all of him in, and could feel his ridges and veins brushing along her in the best sort of way.

Slowly he pulled back out and slammed back in harshly. He repeated this brutal pace, over and over. His hands moved her hips as he did this, his pace getting faster. Grunts and groans left his lips and traveled to the girl's ear. Her own high-pitched moans and whines left her, getting louder the better it got. Faster, harder, and deeper he went, the girl quivered in delight as a knot tugged in her stomach, tightening.

The female dug his head in her neck as he continued. Her nails curled and scratched at his back, mixing pain with his pleasure. He grunted in return for the sting. “Say my name…” He growled although the girl couldn’t quite understand, her thoughts hazy as she was being fucked thoroughly.

He thrust particularly hard this time, “Say my name.” He growled a little louder. The words finally reached her, and she complied.

“Ed…” She said, breathlessly.

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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guide me.

| zemo x reader | smut |

sugar daddy zemo is back because i’m h word

cw: slight ddlg, daddy kink, d/s, innocence kinkkk, guided masturbation, etc

“Hi baby,” Zemo’s voice was low as he entered the dark room. You jumped out of bed and bounded over to Zemo, jumping into his arms.

“It’s so late, my little love, you’re supposed to be asleep,” Zemo scolded you gently.

“But daddy I can’t sleep without you,” you pouted, a whine drawing out your words.

“You know I need to work late. I’m here now, go get back in bed,” Zemo slapped your ass as you turned to obey, making you shriek.

You laid down, struggling to drift off as you waited for him to come to bed. You squirmed in the sheets, rolling onto your belly and trying to get comfortable. You whined for him, and he stuck his head out of the bathroom, wondering why you were in such a whiny, subby mood.

“I’m coming,” he promised, kissing you as he climbed into the bed.

“Behave and go to sleep, and we can have some fun tomorrow,” Zemo hushed you as you continued to squirm and writhe around. You settled down, wanting him to be proud of you. Zemo’s body was warm as you curled up against his side, his arm wrapping around your waist.

You walked through the designer stores with Zemo, who was more than happy to spoil you. He felt guilty about having to leave town for work the next day, and he wanted to spend time with you and take you shopping before you left. He never liked to leave you, even when it was necessary.

“You look so pretty, little love,” Zemo spun you around as you wore a tiny dress.

“You like it?”

“I love it on you.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips, grabbing your ass possessively. You blushed and giggled, knowing he was doing it to show off to the other men who were around. You were his and he would hurt anyone who so much as looked at you too long.

“Go see about the pretty lace,” he pushed you toward a lingerie store, making you blush. You went in while he waited outside, after your insistence for him to let you pick to surprise him. You got several pretty sets for Zemo to see you in, wanting to make him happy. He tried to look into the bag you carried, but you held it closed with a giggle.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise, daddy!” you insisted, and Zemo hummed and kissed your throat, tugging back on your hair lightly.

“A surprise? You’ll show me one when we get home, then?”

You nodded excitedly, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. He shook his head at you, but a gentle smile adorned his face. You broke into a fit of giggles as he kissed you again, holding your face and kissing your cheeks.

“Come on, it’s getting late, we have a reservation,” Zemo helped you carry your bags to the car and your chauffeur took you to a restaurant.

Zemo held your hand as the two of you walked inside, greeted as regulars in the Michelin star restaurant. Everything in Zemo’s life was expensive, perfect, and luxurious, and you were treated with the same respect. The two of you were taken to a private table in the back, Zemo sitting beside you, knowing your need to be close to him before you were separated.

“Did you enjoy your day, little love?” Zemo asked, squeezing your thigh through your thin tights.

“Yes! I always like being with you,” you giggled, pushing your lips out for a kiss. He gave you what you wanted, pressing his lips against yours before sipping the white wine.

“I’m going to be gone for a couple of weeks,” Zemo spoke, making you sad. You already knew this, but you hated to hear him remind you.

“I’m going to miss you. And I’m going to be so needy when you get back,” you informed him, making the blond smile.

“I’ll miss you too. You have my permission to take care of yourself while I’m gone.”

“Take care of myself?” you repeated, not understanding what he was saying to you. You were a virgin when you met Zemo, and sex was a learning experience for you. He’d been the only one to ever please you, and he taught you about what you didn’t know from the basic sex-ed in school.

“Yes, love, get yourself off. Daddy’s going to be gone a long time,” Zemo squeezed your knee lightly, and a blush spread across your cheeks at his words. You bit your lip, and he raised an eyebrow at your hesitation. He waited for you to speak again, not caring that you were shy.

“I don’t know how. I’ve never done it before,” he barely heard you, and he tilted your chin up, making you look him in the eyes.

“You’ve never touched yourself?”

“No.”

You were embarrassed, even though you knew Zemo was never one to shame you. He looked slightly amused by your shyness, but didn’t tease.

“I’ll teach you tonight, when we’re home. Don’t want my girl all needy in my absence.”

You nodded slowly, scooting closer to him. He kissed the side of your head and nudged you to eat as food was set in front of you. He talked idly about his business trip, promising to spend all the time in the world with you when he returned. You never liked it when Zemo left, you didn’t like being alone, even in the huge home he had with the housekeepers.

When you arrived back home, housekeepers put your bags away in your private suite, while you went to join Zemo in your shared bedroom. He slipped your coat off of your body, and you stilled as he unzipped your dress carefully, kissing down your spine as he did so. You pried your tights off and went to the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to join you.

“Pretty girl,” he kissed your cheek, slipping onto the bed behind you.

You blushed as you looked at yourself in the mirror that Zemo had in front of the bed, a product of his massive ego.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Zemo hummed, his hands sliding up and down your body, cupping you and playing with your sensitive areas, getting you aroused.

You relaxed back against his chest, and he draped your legs open over his.

“If I do a good job, will you fuck me after?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head back to gaze up at him. Zemo nearly melted at that despite the filthy words, kissing you gently.

“Yes, I couldn’t resist. Then we can have a bath, yes?”

You nodded in agreement, resting back against him. He took your smaller hand in his, guiding your touch down to your dripping sex. He led your movements, dragging two fingers up and down slowly through your wet folds.

“Keep going, love. Play with your clit like I do, like little circles,” his voice was soft in your ear, his breath stirring your hair. He pressed kisses down the column of your throat, softly praising you and urging you to continue. Zemo loved the sound of your breathy moans, and feeling your body arch off of him.

“Does it feel nice? Try going inside, feeling your tight little sex.”

“Yes,” you whined as two of your fingers slowly slid in and out of your walls, curling forward against the spongey area that made you shudder. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Zemo did it, your small fingers couldn’t reach the same deep spots.

“Make yourself come, I want to watch,” he hummed, kissing your neck and playing with your nipples, adding to your stimulation.

“Help me,” you begged, and he shook his head.

“You need to be able to do it on your own, baby.”

You whimpered and stroked your clit shyly until you felt the pressure release, sending sparks throughout your body, shuddering against Zemo. He grinned and kissed your shoulder, whispering how proud he was of you. You blushed but smiled at him, soaking up the praise.

“Daddy,” you whined, turning around and straddling his lap. You pouted before he caught you in a heavy kiss, his large hands going to squeeze your waist.

“Mmm?”

“You promised!”

He laughed softly, sliding down to lay flat on his back and position you over him. You sank down onto him, slowly filling you up until he was all the way in you. Zemo moaned and squeezed your ass, helping you roll forward and ride him, your hands going to his chest for balance as you bounced, fucking yourself on him. Your body tightened as you squealed his name, high-pitched moans catching as he slammed upwards into you.

He brought your hips down forcefully as he snapped up repeatedly, pleasure flooding your head and body as your second orgasm nearly caused you to fall over. You screamed and dragged your nails down his chest as he came inside of you, the sensation sending another wave of euphoria through you.

Zemo caught you, laying you down on his chest and lazily rocking up into you a few more times, just to hear the broken, tired moans that fell from your lips.

“Want a bath?”

You nodded, and he carried you to the large bowl tub, filling it with water and dropping fizzing balls into it, scents of vanilla and shea wafting up around you. He settled behind you again, washing your body carefully and praising you.

“I’m going to miss you, my little love,” Zemo murmured, holding you tightly.

“Do you have to go?” your voice was soft, and Zemo’s heart ached at the disappointment in your voice.

“I do. I’m so sorry. But I will spoil you when I’m home. I’ll take you on a vacation, just us,” he promised. You smiled, sighing happily as he massaged your back with soapy hands, working the tension out of your muscles.

Once you were out of the bath, you slipped into a deep blue lace teddy that you’d gotten today, showing off to Zemo. He fought back to urge to tear it off of you, going another round. He knew you were tired, and he let you sleep in his arms, your face buried in his chest.

Zemo was already gone by the time you woke up, and you walked to your private suite to find clean clothes. A box sat on the end of your bed, and you approached it curiously. You lifted the top off of the box, blushing as you saw the silicon toys inside. You picked up the note from Zemo, biting back a smirk as you shook your head.

To help you while I’m gone. Send me videos. Xx - Baron Zemo

The second he stepped off the plane, you were in his arms, being spun around and kissed all over. A butler carried your suitcases onto a private jet, and Zemo smiled into the kiss.

“Ready to spend some time on the private islands, baby?”

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