#𐙚— dreamscape.

[cultrise]

OVERSTIMULATION. SAL FISHER

꒷꒦ CONTENTS NSFW, mutual overstimulation, praise, p in v, clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 906

꒷꒦ NOTES i wrote this while half-asleep so i might edit more through it later 😭

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your boyfriend had been stressed for a while. his nightmares have gotten more frequent and he would often wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and hot all over.

you often spent the night with him because of it, ignoring any other responsibility just to be there and soothe him when he needed it. sal felt extremely guilty for it, apologising endlessly even if he didn’t need to. but in all honesty, no one could calm him the way you could, when he woke up panting and panicking and he got pulled into your arms, head nestled under your chin as you stroked his hair “it’s alright, sally. you’re home. you’re with me. everything’s alright”

college admissions were also coming up, which put even more pressure on sal, which was stupid considering how smart he actually was and how everybody around you was convinced he’d absolutely nail it. but this poor boy was stressed beyond repair, losing sleep every night and breaking into a sweat from the smallest task.. so it was no surprise when he came to you for help.

you had already told your boyfriend countless of times that you were going to be there for him and help him out with whatever he needed, just like you did back when you were teens. however, since becoming a couple, helping sal destress transitioned to…. other ways.

you whine loudly into the pillow, face almost buried into your pillow as sal pounded into you like a desperate man, trying to release his tension. his usually pale face was flushed pink, sweat making his blue bangs cling to his forehead as he let out staggered breaths and choked moans “fu..uck, i’m so.. so sorry, baby. you feel.. ah!.. too good”

his strokes were messy, his pace was uneven, yet somehow, even in his desperate attempts to get off he was still so attentive to your body, one thumb on your clit as he matched the unsteady pace of his hips with the one of his finger. and god, did you thank yourself for properly teaching this man how to please you because your knuckles had turned white from holding the sheets balled up into your fist. he was just that good.

the covers pooled under you as sal announced his 4th orgasm, making you whine. there was something truly paranormal about the way his stamina changed when he was stressed, he could go at it for hours, until he got every worry out. and oh, was he getting them out. you were both whiny messes, unable to speak other than utter each other’s names breathlessly while you moved your hips to meet his, desperate for more friction.

occasionally, sal would slow down for a second, shaky lips to your ear as he asked you “..hah.. you okay?.. wan’ stop?” and you always shook your head impatiently, asking him to “just move already!” and as his hands grip your hips, he complies to your request.

you were past counting how many orgasms you had by then, body limp and sweaty as your pussy dripped. and sal? sal kept going. if you weren’t so fucked out you would’ve been staring at him with your eyes wide, wondering if this really was the same lanky, shy and nerdy sal you fell in love with back in high school. so you grab his cheek gently, smoothing a thumb over his bottom lip (or what was left of it, anyway).

“that stressed? sure you don’t want to talk?” and sal whines, shaking his head rapidly before begs start stringing from his mouth “no.. nonono… after.. i, shit!.. one more and…. d..one” sal closed his eyes shut tight, tears forming into his eyes as the last wave of pleasure came over him. you had never seen him so fucked out, so needy.. especially by his own hand.

“oh..oH, fuck, baby!” sally whines as you press kisses to his temple, legs squeezing around his waist as you moaned into his heated skin “come on, pretty boy. know you can do it” that nickname. pretty boy. it always had sal’s brain spinning and he captures your lips, cumming loads into you before he drops limp on top, face nuzzled between your breasts.

your hand flies to his hair, gently caressing it as he brings you into a thankful kiss, body still coming down from the original high “ ‘m sorry” sal speaks up, making you smile “did i hurt you? in any way?” always such a gentleman. even after he has both of your bodies shake uncontrollably and consecutively, he’s still the one to ask if you enjoy it. and how can your response be negative?

“no, sally. it was perfect” you sigh as you kiss him, letting him finally relax and fall on top of you, in your embrace “made me feel so good” you coo as his blush deepens, not wanting to think of how filthy he was. to his core, no matter what sal fisher went through, he was always a gentleman, a soft hearted boy that was so selfless it actually hurt.

“think we deserve a nap now” you hum as you tie up his pretty hair into a low bun “think? i’m spent. this calls for a 5 hour nap” sal groans before getting a towel and jumping back into bed “come on, let me clean you up. can’t have my pretty girlfriend all dirty”

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[yerinqbaek]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚.

: 𓏲 ๋࣭ ⭑🦋 𝓨erin 𝓑aek, the enchantress of melodies, graces the musical realm with her ethereal presence. Her voice, a delicate fusion of vulnerability and strength, weaves through the tapestry of emotions, transcending the ordinary. With each note, she conjures a vivid dreamscape, inviting listeners into a world where nostalgia and hope coalesce. Yerin's lyrical prowess, akin to a poetic maestro, unveils stories of love, heartache, and self-discovery, creating an intimate dialogue with the soul. A luminary in the K-indie scene, her music resonates like a timeless sonnet, echoing the profound beauty found in the simplicities of life. As the sun sets and melodies linger, Yerin Baek remains a celestial muse, casting a spell that transcends time and space. ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌷

[cultrise]

LONG SHIFT. mike schmidt

𖦹 SYNOPSIS mike gets needy when he sees you wear his hoodie

𖦹 CONTENTS NSFW, face riding, oral (fem!receiving), mike forgets to breathe lol, a little p in v at the end (only mentioned)

your boyfriend had been waiting to come home all day, unable to stop thinking about how damn attractive you looked that morning while wearing his old hoodie.

his shift felt longer than usual, trying to get it to pass quicker just so he can get home, check on abby and then have his way with you. which is why, as soon as he got home, mike burst through the door as quick as he could.

it didn’t take long for you to find yourself on the bed, thighs hugging his head as you grinded your hips against his face. the moment mike had arrived home he made sure everything in the house was in order (including checking on abby, of course), before shamelessly waking you up and begging you to sit on his face.

“f..fuuckk…. mike–“ your whines get cut off by his own as you grind your clit against his nose. his head is swimming with lust, eyes half-lidded as he focuses all his attention on licking your pussy, hands holding your waist as his dick strains against his boxers.

with all the desperation build up in him, he lifts you up slightly, gasping for air and smacking his damp lips as you smile endearingly at him “forgot to breathe?” and he nods, a sheen of sweat covering his brow.

“look at you… of course i did….” and before you know it he’s back into it again, making you take ahold of his hair, gripping and pulling at his brown curls as he moans into your cunt. at the end of the day, who needs sleep anyway? especially when he has such a beautiful girl over him. especially when she’s his. especially when she’s wearing his clothes.

his chin pushes up, tongue teasing your sensitive clit as he makes out with it, his stubble poking at your pussy lips, making you moan. mike has you cumming soon enough, his hands gripping his your hoodie before you drop to his side, chest heaving and legs shaking.

he rolls over, eyes still filled with lust as he sucks marks into your neck, making you dig your fingers into his hair and caress his scalp again. “please, let me put it in, baby… i’ve been thinking about it all night…” he pleads, voice barely above a whisper. and are you really going to ignore him? when he asks so nicely? of course not.

he’ll have you up most of the night, biting back his own moans as you bury yourself in the pillow and let him fuck you stupid. will most likely regret doing it for so long when he realises he’s only slept for two hours but oh well,,

please wear his hoodies again.

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[cultrise]

COCK WARMING. HOBIE BROWN

꩜ CONTENTS NSFW, cockwarming (obviously), some light degrading, praise, nipple play, clit rubbing, reader cries from being so aroused, teasing, p in v ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k

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it had been a long time since you had properly fucked hobie.

with your spider-duties combined, his band and the usual mess that comes with life, the only time you saw your boyfriend was when you went to bed late at night after a mission or at the HQ, forced to listen to some boring meeting.

you tapped your thigh nervously as you realised just how much you missed intimacy with the man next to you. and now, you couldn’t concentrate on what miguel was babbling on about for shit. each time you looked around, your eyes stopped on the punk sitting right next to you, arm lazily around you as he groaned and whispered insults to his boss.

it might’ve been an exaggeration, but you could truly never get over how good hobie looked. it might’ve been criminal at that point. his feet were propped up on the table as he watched miguel with a scowl, rolling his eyes “i doubt this cunt even knows what he’s talking ‘bout, righ’, babe?” he says as he looks at you.

he’s met with the most lust-coated eyes he had seen in a long while, since he was usually pretty attentive to both of your needs. his pupils widen as you reply “huh? yeah yeah, sure. he really doesn’t” and he can’t help but drag out the most shit-eating grin because you can’t help but be so obvious about wanting him so badly.

so, like the good boyfriend he is, this man gets up, grabs your hand and creates a portal to his boathouse, without saying a single word to anyone else, much to miguel’s annoyance “why did we leave?” he gives you a sweet smile as he bends down to pick you up into his arms, hands resting on the curve of your ass “y’know damn well why”

and he reaches for your lips as you grab onto his vest, pulling you in like you’re starved, like you hadn’t touched this man in years. his tongue swirls into your mouth, tasting the inside of it as he groans in delight. how he had missed this “fuck, aren’t ya’ pretty?” hobie coos after he pulls away and watches you try to catch your breath, making you smile. you don’t even realise how you got to the couch.

“was it that obvious?” you ask as you stare down at your man, hand playing with his guitar-pick necklace, something he had also made you, as a sign that you were his just as he was yours. “what? that you are practically in heat for me? c’mon, luv. i know when a lady has the hots for me. ‘specially if said lady is you” he grins before catching your lips again.

it all becomes a moaning, groaning mess of hair tugging, lip biting and clothes removing, so much so that, same as when you got on the couch, you suddenly realise he stands under you in nothing but his boxers as you remain standing in your underwear, no recollection of getting anything off in the first place. your mind was in a daze at every touch of his hands and fingers as he dug his fingernails into your thighs and ass.

you couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted it so badly. wanted him to show you just how much he had missed you in return. pushing your hips down to meet his obvious erection and grinding on it had the beautiful man under you let out a guttural moan as he pulled away, biting your lip. his intent was clear with the way his brown orbs followed your every move through long lashes, heartbeat rising and breath quickening.

unfortunately, with how this man loved to play games, you weren't aware of the fact that hobie had something entirely different in mind, something that was going to frustrate you even further, much to his enjoyment.

that's exactly how you ended up in this position, getting spooned by hobie while watching tv, as your hole desperately clenched around his dick. hobie had decided to torture you, to see how long his 'good girl' would listen to him before you start acting like "the cock starving slut that you are". you were nothing short of desperate. you knew well enough hobie was holding back tremendously and were actually quite amazed at his resilience, considering the fact that hobie brown was not exactly known for his patience.

every shift of your body ended with hobie placing a very heavy hand to your waist or hips, putting you back in your place "not yet. wanna hear ya' beg f'me" you were dizzy, unable to think "i've been begging for half an hour, hobie, please" his response comes out in a low chuckle, lips pressing to your ear lobe as he speaks "i quite like this movie, though" he gestures to the tv "plus, it's fun to see you so desperate for my cock".

hobie was bullshitting you. he had to be. even if he called you out everytime for being obsessed with him and his cock, hobie wasn't ay better. if anything, hobie was hypocritical for always making fun of you for wanting to fuck him since he has denied you the pleasure of using him very few times. you had to do something to make him to move. there must be a way.

"you know what? if you're not going to fuck me i guess there's no point in staying here" you affirm, attempting to stand up. in truth, you knew the lack of his length filling you up would be agonising. unfortunately for you, hobie was incredible at reading you "oh yeah? y’gonna stop droolin' on my cock too, then?" he teases as you try to hold your ground, the squeeze your pussy gave him uncovering your hidden plan "y..yeah"

a hand glides across your torso, up, until it reaches your boobs. with a tug to one of your sensitive nipples, you find yourself biting back a moan. he's toying with you. he enjoys seeing you squirm under him "god, i hate you" you whine as you watch his fingers pinch and pull at your hard nipple "sure you do" he muses, lips adorning your cheek with sweet kisses, opposite to what his intentions were with you.

"you're so cute, luv" he whispers as his hand travels down your body to rub circles to your puffy clit, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. with how aroused you were, you were ready to scream and cry, do anything as long as it got hobie to fuck you stupid into the cushions of the couch. "you're foul" you whine as he grins "you love me bein' foul. gets ya' off" he calls you out.

"should i be an excellent boyfriend and help m'girl out?" hobie asks as his fingers circle your clit faster. you nod eagerly, hair getting messy from the friction against the armrest of the couch "but y're so warm.. kinda wanna stay in you like tha' " he switches up, grinning devilishly against your ear. hearing that makes you whine, a stray tear escaping your eye and running down your cheek "aww.. is my pretty girl cryin'?" he says before kissing the tear away gently and moving his body so he can sit on top of you comfortably.

you look up at him with glossy eyes, jutting your bottom lip out in frustration "shall i move? whad'ya say?" you let out a broken "yes" of approval before his lips capture yours softly. as you get lost into the kiss you feel his length disappear from between your legs before he slams back into you, tip hitting against your cervix. you gasp into the kiss, another tear following the passage of the previous one. he takes the opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth, muffling the needy cries you let out as he combined the motion of his hips with the one of his fingers.

"you're so mean" you say between moans as he chuckles, caressing your hair "y're so cute when you get all whiny f'me" he chuckles as his hips roll into your sopping core, balls slapping against your ass. it doesn't take long for you to dig your nails into his shoulders, slurring his name as you near your climax.

"thas' it, pretty girl. you deserve it" he coos before groaning, harmonizing with the string of moans and name-callings you let out. your body shivers, your back arches, your mouth searches for his. tugging at his lip ring makes hobie insane as he feels your body tense up under him. he looks under him at the ring of arousal you had created around the base of his cock and gives a toothy grin. you, however, aren't smiling.

"wha'?" he asks, stopping his movements slowly. a stinging pain arises in his forearm as you slap him "ouch! what the fuck?" he half-yells as he looks down at you, panting and scowling "that was for being so mean to me and not wanting to fuck me" he smiles at your words, mind spinning with how cute you were to him "c'mon, babe, y'know i love ya'. plus, i did make you cum, didn' i?"

you roll your eyes "make me cum again if you want to be forgiven" and he erupts into laughter, hand going to your cheek "y'got it, ma'am" as he kisses you tenderly and moves his hips back into yours, trying to release his own tension. after all, even if he didn't show it, that cockwarming got his mind spinning and his dick was desperately in need for relief.

"gonna make up for being such a dick, yeah?"

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[cultrise]

WET CURLS. mike schmidt

𖥔 SYNOPSIS mike simply looks too good after taking his shower.. you can’t keep your hands to yourself at the sight of him

𖥔 CONTENTS NSFW, making out, hair grabbing, reader is obsessed with mike’s wet curls, p in v, mike is a little loud and very pussydrunk

mike schmidt who comes out of the bathroom after a shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his happy trail peeking from under it and drying his wet curls with a towel. the water droplets trail from his hair and face to his body, rolling on his tummy and disappearing under the towel as you sit and admire him…

“baby, what’d you do with my shirt? you know, the one with– baby ?” a hand waves in front of your face as you flinch, eyes wide. mike’s face is slightly flushed, probably from the shower steam and you can’t help but admire his features, his body, the way his hair sticks to his forehead. you tried to prove some self-restraint.. you really did. but knowing abby was sound asleep in her room didn’t help at all.

so it was no wonder you took this chance, getting up from your side of the bed and pulling mike in for a needy kiss. his whole body heats up and he stays unresponsive for a bit before placing his hands on your cheeks, cupping them and kissing back, a small moan escaping his lips. your hands go to his waist, fingers caressing his skin, dangerously close to the towel.

mike’s eyes open slightly as he feels your index brush the soft white fabric that hides his lower body. you pull away from the kiss a tiny bit, lips ghosting over his as you meet his stare. your eyes speak for you, pupils blown with lust as if to ask ‘is this okay?’ mike doesn’t even respond, instead he pulls you into an even needier kiss, tongue grazing your bottom lip ‘yes’

it’s all the confirmation you need to unwrap the towel and let him pick you up into his arms, placing you with a thud on the bed “shit.. sorry..” he quickly apologises, scared he might’ve been too aggressive with the way he put you down. you’re too horny to care, taking a handful of his wet curls and kissing him again, dragging him on top of you as you spread your legs for access.

his kisses trail from your lips to your jawline and neck as your grip on his hair tightens. the action makes mike groan against your skin as the growing erection between his legs gets harder and harder to ignore. he’s quick to pull away, hands working their way to your shorts to pull them off as you hastily take care of your shirt. mike soon comes to realise that the shirt he’d been looking for was on you this entire time and he lets out a small chuckle as he pulls the fabric down.

a muffled sound, something between a groan and a moan is heard from his lips as he watches the way your slick connects your pussy to the inside of the shorts “when did you get so horny, baby? hmm?” and what’s even more attractive about mike is that he genuinely has no clue how good he looks. he does not think even for a second that he was the reason you ended up so hot and bothered. as soon as the shorts hit the floor he’s back on top of you, attached once more to your lips.

the kiss is short, quick and messy, before he aligns his flushed tip to your entrance, making you bite back a moan as he slowly pushes in “shit!.. you’re so tight, baby..” mike groans as he places himself back on top of you, torso pressed to your chest, supporting his weight on his elbows that are placed next to your head. and god, doesn’t he just look heavenly? wet curls stuck to his forehead as water drips onto your skin, your breasts, your lips… flushed face and lips swollen, mouth half open as he tries so hard not to let out the loudest moans known to man…

you were afraid you were going to cum pretty quickly if you kept staring at him.

and mike? mike is so pussydrunk he can’t even speak properly. two seconds into your cunt makes his brain go haywire and he finds it hard to express how he feels about this.. about you.. it’s better he shows you. as he keeps the pace of his hips steady he sucks love marks into your neck, kissing and licking all over your soft flesh as your nails dig into his shoulders. it’s hot, it’s messy, it’s wet, it’s… perfect.

“you still didn’t answer my question” mike manages to say as you try to focus on the conversation.

“what?” you reply, moaning at the way his tip hits that spongy spot inside you, just how you like it.

“why’d you get so… oh fuck… so horny all of a sudden?” mike trails his kisses to your jaw, stopping at the bottom of your left ear.

“you looked too good.. ahh, mike!” you slap your hand to your mouth, afraid you might make too much noise. mike chuckles into your ear, making your body shudder under him.

“did i?.. not the only one.. shit.. look what you’re doing to me, baby” the pet name makes you clench around him and mike chokes out a moan, fisting the sheets under you. it was so hard to keep it together while he was fucking you so good, so sensual, so deep, all of that while moaning into your ear like he was in heat. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his hips rolled into yours.

it doesn’t take long for mike to feel himself coming close to his release as he gets all up in your ear, desire washing over him “fuckfuckfuck… gonna cum and fill you up, baby… oh, fuck.. look what you do to me…” you whine in response, vision going blurry from tears as you grip his curls again, his soft hair tickling the skin of your palm. if you could you’d envelop him in your embrace, making sure no part of his body goes untouched, unkissed, unloved.. but it’s too hard to think, as your lips press on his shoulder, resisting the urge to bite into it out of pleasure.

“shit, baby!..” mike moans, a bit too loudly, hot breaths fanning the shell of your ear as he manages to press soft kisses to your temple.

“mike! oh fuck…!” and he approves softly into your ear, high on the feeling of your pussy. he spills inside of you messily, burying his face into your neck in a faulty attempt to quieten his moans as he attempts to recollect himself. he pushes himself back into you a few more times, making sure no drop of cum escapes your pussy lips before he finally pulls away and raises his face to meet yours.

your chest heaves as you watch him, caressing his face and lips as he smiles softly “love you.. did you know that?” you giggle at his sudden confession as you press another chaste kiss to his lips.

“let me take care of you..” he whispers, lowering himself between your legs with a gentle kiss to your thigh. your breath catches in your throat at the sight, nodding. “grab my hair again” mike pleads before burying his face between your folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. you weren’t sure how much sleep you were going to get that night, but you were certain it was going to be a restful one.

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[cultrise]

HATE FUCKING. PROWLER!HOBIE

⚝ CONTENTS NSFW, rough sex (consensual), reader gets manhandled, a little dumbification, degradation, hobie has a frenum & a lorum piercing ᵎᵎ wc 2.5k

ᵎᵎ check the mlist for kinktober here !

24 days, 18 hours and 4 minutes have passed since you and your now ex-boyfriend, hobie brown, have broken up.

life being hobie’s girlfriend wasn’t always pink. he didn’t like to open up that much, you often felt like he kept secrets and he always ignored any problems that arose in the relationship. and even though you loved each other, even though the relationship was great overall and the sex was amazing, the last straw was finding out that hobie was none other than the vigilante ‘the prowler’, which was hunted down heavily by police.

it all happened when you came across a box of interesting gadgets and designs, detailed schematics and tools to use for building them. now sure, you had some suspicions for a while about what hobie’s actual job entailed but hearing it out of his mouth was like getting stabbed. it wasn’t necessarily the information that he was indeed the prowler that gutted you, but more-so the absolute audacity of this man to put his life at risk and lie to you about it.

it all ended up becoming a huge fight that lasted for hours, time in which you insulted each other to the bone, yelled until your lungs gave out and threw everything you could get your hands on at each other. you were devastated. sure, your relationship might not have been perfect, but how did hobie expect for you to trust him if he couldn’t trust you with a part of his own identity? the summary of the fight resulted into you two breaking up in an ugly way and having the worst meltdowns possible because of it.

now, after so many days, you had finally tricked yourself into believing the outcome was for the best. you had stashed every item that had ever belonged to hobie into a box and placed it into the corner of your closet, saying you’ll throw it out when you get the time. obviously, that never happened, as you always found new excuses not to. you were sure you hated hobie.

and in retrospect, hating him was better than acknowledging how badly still loving him hurt. you dreaded the nighttime because you knew the moment you cuddled up in bed you were met with memories and dreams of him that would just not leave you be. even his pillow had lost all scent of him.

you entered your apartment with a sigh, tossing your keys on the couch. it had been a long day, with a long shift at work and even though your stomach was rumbling and your house was a mess, the only thing on your mind was slipping out of those clothes and get into bed. as you removed your jacket you heard the sound of footsteps against the floor. you looked around, panicked. no.. must’ve been coming from outside? until, you hear it again.

you quickly grab a knife from the kitchen, holding it in a trembling hand as you make your way to the source of the sound: your bedroom. as you step in you see a tall, shadowy figure going through your closet and you raise your hand, to strike. with a sudden shift you feel a hand go to your wrist, a tight grip making you drop the knife to the floor. you were about to scream before one large hand dropped over you mouth and you felt the familiar scent of cigarettes hit your nostrils.

“what the fuck, woman? are ya’ insane?” hobie half-yells as he takes a step back, letting you take the information in. he was there. in front of you. in your room. he looked,, awful. “what the fuck are you doing in my house?” you say between grit teeth as his face softens and he sighs “i uh.. came t’.. get my stuff” his eyes trail to the prowler mask that lay on your desk.

“you could’ve called. i thought i was getting robbed!” you cross your arms as his eyebrows furrow “i did. y’blocked my fucking phone number!” oh yeah. you did do that. oops. you play with your fingers anxiously “right..” hobie says with a big breath as he turns around to the closet “okay, maybe stop going through my stuff?” you place a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away. hobie watches you with wide, confused eyes.

“i wasn’t? i’m lookin’ for my stuff because i know this is whe’e you keep your shit! stop making a fuss out of anythin’ “ he groans as he turns again “oh, i’m making a fuss?” “oh great, there we go” hobie scoffs as you grab him by his jacket “you listen to me. you don’t get to come to my house uninvited and start bitching. now move over so i can give you your shit and leave. i’m sick of you” you push him to the side with a hiss, starting to look for his box of things.

hobie rolls his eyes, trying not to let his demeanour drop. he didn’t come over with the thought of getting back together, even if it was permanently on his mind. but hearing you treat him like that.. it hurt. he sat himself down on your chair, propping his legs up on the desk as he waited.

after a short amount of time you pull the box out, placing it on the table with a loud bang “there. it’s all in here” hobie gets up and starts going through it with pursed lips “is this?…” he asks wide-eyes as he takes out a studded bracelet with your initials on it, his first ever gift to you “yeah.. it is.. i have no use for it anymore so feel free to give it to someone else” you cross your arms, not meeting his stare.

hobie did not consider himself a sensitive person at all. yet in that moment it was as if glass shattered into his toracic cavity and pierced through his every muscle “give.. give it to someone else?” he scoffs in disbelief “i gave this to you” he says as he holds a hand out, trying to see if you’re going to take it or not. you shake your head after a few moments of hesitation “no. i dont need it. and in case you havent realised it yet, i hate you. so please, be on your way” you gesture to the door.

this time, hobie is overcome by rage “say tha’ again?” your eyes finally meet his, watching them get darker “what? that i hate you?” you almost feel hobie’s patience snap in half “you hate me now, d’you?” he spits out. you, however, hold your ground “yeah. i do. i think i made myself pretty clear” a hand flies to your wrist once again, pulling you closer “i think you need to stop lying to y’self”

you try to pull yourself away from his grip “hobie! let go!” the man just towers over you, his presence now more intimidating than ever “no. i am sick and tired of this bullshit. you hate me tha’ much? then why haven’t y’thrown this shi’ away?” he points to the box of things, making you bite down on ur lip “you want t’play that game? fine. y’re nothing but a liar” he hisses as you turn to him, in shock “i’m the liar?! me?! after all of the years you have lied to me about being the prowler?!”

hobie lets out a low chuckle as he moves away from you “you still hung up on that, huh?” “still hung… hobie, the main reason of our breakup was the fact that you lied to me! you led me to not be able to trust you, do you even hear yourself?!” hobie’s hand grips at the table, the veins on his arms pulsating. “i did that to fucking protect you! y’think i liked leaving secretly every night to patrol the streets just so i make sure y’re safe?! no! but i did it anyway. fuck…”

you blink at him in bewilderment. your lips part, but no sound comes out of your mouth as your neck goes dry “you want to say y’hate me? fine. go right ahead. i can lie like tha’ too” you had never seen him so angry before. your hands tremble as you try to reach for him, not because you’re afraid, but because you don’t know what to say. “hobie..” you choke out his name.

you don’t even realise when hobie takes ahold of you, pushing you to a wall and kissing you like he’s starved, attacking your lips and biting them every chance he gets. you don’t take long to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in even more as your teeth clash together. his hands roam your body, fingers finding their way to the zipper of your jeans before he pulls them off. you break off the kiss, lips parted and face flushed with need as you follow suit and take off your top and unclasp your bra.

hobie watches you as you do so before scoffing “hate me but are quick t’get undressed the moment i get handsy? fuck, this is such a joke” he grunts before picking you up with ease and throwing you on the bed, flipping you on your stomach and climbing on top. you’re so wet. you shouldn’t be this wet. anyone else would be absolutely terrified with the way hobie was acting. yet you knew him too well, you knew his frustration came from missing you so much, from you telling him that you hate him when you clearly didn’t.

his hands grab at your hips as your face gets pushed down into the mattress and you moan the second you feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy “hate me, yeah? you’re nothing but a needy slut, lookin’ fo’ attention” his hands travel to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. your body shudders at the feeling “p..please, hobie– “ “please? please what?” “i need you” “do ya’?” a low chuckle “ain’t that funny”

he moves one of his hands to you panties as he slowly drags them down to reveal the mess underneath. your arousal drips down your thigh “fuck me, y’re so fucking dirty. a dirty liar, that’s what y’are” hobie growls before inserting two fingers into your cunt. you grip at the sheets, a long moan dropping from your lips as you raise your ass up even more so he can go deeper. unfortunately for you, that doesn’t happen, as hobie’s fingers suddenly leave your pussy and he watches as your hole clenches around nothing, in desperation “she wants me so bad, doesn’t she?” he purrs as you whine.

with a tug at your shoulders he lifts your upped body up, making you turn around to face him “clean this shit off” he gestures before you obediently suck on his slicked fingers, looking up at him. hobie lets out a sharp breath as his dick strains against the fabric of his boxers “you hate me?” he asks when you’re done, before grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer “nah.. i hate you” and he turns you around, pushing your head back into the mattress as he slips his pants off.

soon enough he slams into you, fingernails digging into your hips as you moan in the fabric of your sheets “hob.. hobie.. ahh.. oh god!” you scream as you try to adjust to his size. it had been a long time since you had fucked him and taking him all at once was a bit hard to do. but you were so aroused you couldn’t think straight, you wanted him to fuck you so bad it quite literally hurt “strugglin’ t’ take all of me in? missed this cock, did you, you slut? fuck.. i hate you” he mumbles as he goes faster, his lips stuttering at every stroke.

you soon become to fucked out to even think as hobie’s tip pressed against you g-spot just right. you move a hand between your legs, pressing two fingers to your clit as you try to get off, moaning into the sheets “look at you, tryin’ t’get off like a little slut. wann’cum that bad?” you whine as your digits drag over your puffy clit, your insides being absolutely destroyed with hobie’s pace and the way his piercing’s rubbed against your gummy walls.

“it’s too much, hobie… please” you manage to get out as he lets out a low chuckle “you’re begin’ me now? y’can take it” and you realise he’s right, that it would’ve been so much more painful for him to pull out at that moment and leave you there, hot and bothered, unable to pleasure yourself the way he did. and you knew the reason that hobie didn’t pull a stunt like that was because he was close, maintaining his pace as he starts to fuck up his words.

“such a.. f..fuck… such a dirty whore.. i hate you.. mhm.. i hate you so much” he groans as he throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up and down “say you hate me” hobie says as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting making you whine “i… i hate you” another slap “say it properly” “i ha… oh god, hobie!” you scream as you feel yourself come closer to orgasming. another slap “properly” tears stream down your eyes as, with a final rub to your clit you cum all over his cock, ruining your sheets.

hobie looks down at you as you drop limp on the bed, panting and too fucked out to utter proper words. he watches as your mouth opens but no words come out and he smirks “pathetic, ain’t ya’?” you bite your lip as you close your eyes, the words finally escaping your swollen lips “i love you” and hobie’s eyes widen, his pupils dilate and his heart thumps against his chest. you raise yourself, propping your upper body on your palms as you push your ass back, fucking yourself into his cock. the action catches him off guard, making him let out a guttural grunt of pleasure.

“want you to cum in me” you look back at him, begging him to keep fucking you. it doesn’t take long for hobie to comply to your demands, this time, staying silent. you try not to think of the nature of his silence and the reasons for it as his hips snap into yours. his strokes quickly become uneven and hobie parts his lips, staggered breaths coming out from between them.

“shit..” hobie moans as he grips your hips again, body shuddering all over as he shoots his cum inside of you, watching it drip from your pussy as he pulls out. you turn your whole body around, your back pressed against the bed as you caress his cheek with one hand. his eyes close slowly while you caress his cheekbone “i’m sorry” you whisper as his eyes open again, deep dark eyes staring into yours. and suddenly, his whole expression goes all soft, eyes closing again “so am i”

“i love you, hobie” you repeat your former affirmation as he caresses your waist and pulls a blanket on top of you. his lips find their way to your forehead, applying three gentle kisses “i love you too”

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nsfw ahead !

prowler!hobie who sees you, his girl, walking home after a night out with your girls and wants to make sure you’re safe as you step out into the cold night.

but also prowler!hobie who’s been so busy with his vigilante bullshit he hasn’t seen you in so long, hasn’t touched you in so many weeks… and he misses you so fucking much he can’t help but drop down behind you and wrap a clawed hand over your waist.

and surprisingly enough, you don’t flinch. you’re used to him following you around. prowler!hobie is a little bit colder than usual hobie but he’s also way more protective. the minute you heard the shifting behind you, you knew damn well your masked boyfriend was behind you, watching your every move. and the minute the cold metal claw touched the skin of your waist, sending shivers to your spine, you felt his smell hit your nostrils and your suspicions were confirmed.

“aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?” you ask softly, not turning around as you earn a distorted groan. prowler!hobie can’t help but spin you around, the pixelated eyes watching you. somehow, even behind his mask you could see the intent in his eyes “you sayin’ you didn’ miss me?”

you smile as you hand smooths his jacket out firmly, making him tense under your touch “no. i just thought you were busy” and his hands grab you closer, making your body press against his “never too busy f’you. need to make sure you’re safe”

and your finger hooks around his necklace, pulling him closer “come home with me tonight” and it breaks him. whatever restraint was in his body is long gone. and before you know it you get dragged into the nearest alley, your panties to your ankles as he buries himself into you.

prowler!hobie who wants you, needs you, craves you so badly it makes his skin ache and he doesn’t even have the patience to take his gear off. his clawed hand holds one of your thighs up as his cock works it’s magic deep inside your cunt, hitting your g-spot just right. his other hand is pressing on your lips, muffling the noises you’re making so people don’t stop by.

and ragged breaths are coming from behind the mask, which he hasn’t even bothered to take off so you can look at him — damn this man, he’ll never let you have it your way. and he’s not gonna let you complain either with the way he so aggressively ruts his hips into you, making you drool all over his glove and making your eyes stare back into your skull.

prowler!hobie who even with a mask and a voice filter hiding his identity is going to talk absolute filth to your face as he carries you to your orgasm “ya’ like gettin’ pounded by the prowler like that? fuck… being my favourite slut as always.. gonna fill that greedy lil cunt up” he chokes out as he goes faster, deeper. and what use is holding his hand over your mouth, really? because nobody in their right mind would consider the sounds of his pelvis slapping against your asscheeks as random clapping in an alley in the middle of the night.

but maybe prowler!hobie doesnt care that people hear him. maybe they should. especially when with a grunt he half-yells into your ear “fuck yeah, doll. cum on the prowler’s cock like that” as your body shakes and trembles and you violently spill your juices on his lengthy dick.

and prowler!hobie doesn’t stop until he’s bursting into you, until his cock is coated with you guys’ orgasms and he presses the top of his mask against your forehead, panting heavily. that’s finally when he decides to click the button that moves his mask’s face plates to the side, revealing your sweaty boyfriend that looks at you with piercing eyes.

prowler!hobie who instantly captures your lips, tasting the inside of your mouth as his hands move along your body. and he groans into your mouth because “fucking hell, you taste divine”. and you can’t help but pull away, a small pout on your lips as he eyes down the mess he made (which he’s definitely proud of).

“oh, now you kiss me?” you scoff as he turns his gaze back to you, a grin appearing on his plump, glossy lips “would you rather i didn’t?” you sigh, rolling your eyes “i’d rather you came back home with me tonight. i miss you” and he helps fix your clothes as you attempt to stand straight without holding the wall, your legs shaking from the whole ordeal.

“i am. and don’t roll your eyes at me, princess. if ya’ wanna roll your eyes, ‘m sure i can get you to do it again” prowler!hobie whispers as you push him away, your face heating up at his words. and you try to take a step forward but shit.. your legs aren’t working properly anymore.

prowler!hobie who laughs at your disheveled state, one hand on his hip as he stares down at you “need a hand? or a leg, if y’will?” he teases as you slap his shoulder “stop being an asshole and help me walk. it’s your fault i’m like this” and even if he laughs and makes fun of you about it, he indulges. after all, he has to make up for the past few weeks for being away, doesn’t he?

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[cultrise]

MIRROR SEX. SAL FISHER

♱ CONTENTS NSFW, mirror sex, clit rubbing, riding him, soft sex, a little praise, p in v ᵎᵎ wc 2.2k

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your boyfriend might not have been as attentive all the time, and that was fine.

you understood the constant struggles sal went through, with everything going on from his nightmares to the paranormal investigation he had ongoing for years. it was his thing, but lately, he had been obsessed about it.

you sighed as you walked around the house, passing by neil who was hurrying out the front door “hey! call me or todd if you need anything, yeah?” you turned around, a smile plastered to your cheeks as you saw the way neil’s dressed “sure thing, dude. have a nice date!” you coo, bending over the kitchen counter and flashing him a smile.

the tall man makes his way out of the house before stopping and rushing back in, panicked “have you seen?–“ you raise your hand, showing him his phone “this?” he lets out a relieved breath, taking the phone away from your hands “fuck.. thanks. almost forgot my own head again” you smile, giving him a slight pat on his shoulder “go. you’ll be late” he smiles back before heading to the door “oh yeah, by the way. might wanna check on sal. dude’s been in the shed for a while now. think he didn’t sleep last night”

you bite down on your lip as the door closes. in truth, you did miss out on the weight of your boyfriend’s body next to you in bed the other night. you just hoped you were wrong. making your way through the backdoor, you step out into the yard, the sunlight blinding your sight. you take in the fresh air, the warm sun, the lively chirping of the birds. your hands hover over the passcode on the door.

the door makes a creaking noise as you push it and you’re welcomed to the sight of the rusty shed, walls filled with articles, pages, and clues regarding the cult you were all investigating. it had been a long treacherous journey that was nowhere close to being over. which is why sal sat at the table, analysing some newspapers into the lamp light. you leaned your weight onto the doorframe as two tired eyes pierced at you from behind the mask.

“damn, you look like shit” you state as sal scoffs “gee, thanks, babe. it’s why i wear a prosthetic” your lips open at his response before you roll your eyes “you know that’s not what i meant, sally” the blue-haired boy chuckles as you approach him. you move one hand to the back of his head, fingers unclasping his mask and setting it down on the table. you take his face into your hands and his head drops limp into them, letting himself be caressed.

your digits trace his scars and run over his tired eyelids “there’s my pretty boy” his eyes shoot open, lips moving upwards into a smirk “thought i looked like shit” your response comes in a second eye roll “i don’t know why you wear that mask around the house. it’s summer, sal, your face is all sweaty” you brush the hair sticking on the sides of his face away “habit” he replies as he sneaks a hand to your waist, burying his head into your tummy with a tired sigh.

“take a break” your voice drops an octave as your fingers work their way to his scalp “please” and he groans in response, pushing himself into your touch “fine.. wasn’t getting anywhere anyway” he moves his head to the right, watching the mess of papers and pencils on the table, all scattered words and underlined phrases that led to nothing in the end. it was frustrating, he felt obligated to help. yet every clue they had found seemed to either be erased by the members of the cult or led nowhere, which made them start over completely.

you back up, making room for him to get up. sal tiptoes, fingers reaching up to the ceiling as he stretches with a yawn, his hoodie rolling up to reveal his abdomen. you try not to stare at the happy trail peeking out from his boxers “after you” he so gentlemanly offers as you both step out of the shed, closing the door tightly behind you. and soon enough, the creak of the bed is heard as he throws his whole weight on the mattress with a content sigh.

you giggle at his behaviour, arms crossed over your chest. he gestures for you to join him, standing on the edge of the bed as he motions you to sit between his legs. as soon as you do, sal slouches, placing his chin on your shoulder and relaxing his sore muscles “missed you” he says quietly as his arms trap your waist into an embrace “i live with you, sal. how can you miss me?” you smile as you play with the rings on his fingers.

you look up at the mirror in front of the bed, watching sal’s expression shift. his eyes meet yours and your spine shivers at the intensity of his blue orbs “i haven’t been around these days. with the investigation and all. i’m sorry” your head cocks to the side, resting atop his “i understand why you do it, sally. it’s alright” he gently shakes his head “it isn’t. you’re the most important person in my life right now. there’s no excuse for ignoring you”

heat rushes to your cheeks at the serious manner of his speech, the sudden confidence rush hitting you like a truck “larry’s gonna be mad if he hears that” you smile as sally meets your expression with a grin “i’m serious, baby” your hand intertwines with his and you sigh, contented “you’re here now” cold lips touch the surface of your neck in chaste kisses “mhm”

“you need to take care of yourself more. you’re fucking up your sleep again” you scold him as he pouts, halting his ministrations “i mean it, sal” he nods, pulling away slightly, in defence “okay okay. i got it” you truly hope he does, since he has a habit of promising to take care of himself and not doing it “i sure hope so” and sal smiles, pressing a cheek to yours as he meets your eyes in the mirror again “i will do it. just not yet”

“what do you mean ‘not yet?’ “ you frown as he smiles, hands traveling from your waist to your hips and thighs “want to take care of you first” your eyes widen and your heart rate quickens at the implication “of me?” he smiles, gently pressing kisses to the space behind your ear “you know what i mean” and you feel yourself break into sweat. you want to be selfish. you want him to let you take care of you in a way only he can. but you also don’t want to rob the precious sleep time away from him.

“you should rest” you say, almost breathless as he smiles against the skin of your jaw “i’ll rest afterwards” his right hand slides up, tugging at the waistband of your pants and sneaking in between your legs. your breath hitches as his fingers find their way to your clothed clit and start rubbing gentle circles on it. you suddenly recall the first time you got intimate with him. the shy stares, the red cheeks, the stuttering. over the course of your relationship, sally had gotten way more confident, being able to keep that soft and tender heart of his intact despite the trauma he had endured.

you loved this man beyond words, he was aware of it and was sure to remind you every day that he felt the same. from small touches to telling you directly, sal was scared of making you ever think he had changed his mind in any way about you. if anything, he was probably falling in love with you more every day. and he knew the spark between you wasn’t about to die anytime soon. especially since he could feel the wetness pooling on the fabric of your panties after a few kisses and light touches.

“should’ve told me you missed me so much” sal whispers as you take ahold of his wrist, biting back a moan “you seemed tired. i didn’t.. fuck.. didn’t want to distract you from your work” you whined as he watched you in the mirror. you felt his hard-on poke your lower back “you know i’ll always make time for you” and his words go straight to your aching cunt, as he starts rubbing faster and faster. you dreaded the idea of having to clean your clothes afterwards.

your moans get louder as he settles his face in the crook of your neck again, sniffing your hair and taking your scent in “missed you so much.. fuck. how could i leave you for that stupid investigation? i’m such an idiot” he groans as his other hand sneaks under your hoodie and starts squeezing lightly at your breast. “don’t call yourself that” you scold again, before choking out a desperate moan. you were so close.

the moan makes sal’s breath hitch and his hand stops it’s movements as you look at him through the glass pane in front of you “sorry, i can’t do this anymore. need you so badly” he groans as he undoes his sweatpants, pulling them down slightly alongside his boxers. his dick springs out, tip leaking with precum as he grips your hips. you’re quick to follow his lead, removing your pants and soaked panties as you raise yourself slightly.

he guides you over him, nails digging into your hips as he points to the mirror “look at me with those pretty eyes” and you listen because it’s very rare that sal takes this kind of initiative, if any, in the bedroom. his blue eyes scan over your flushed face as he pushes your hips down, cunt swallowing his length. the friction makes you moan in unison, his cock sliding with ease between your folds.

by his stare you could tell he didn’t intend on breaking eye contact and, no matter how flustered you were by it, he looked too good to stare any other way. as your ass touches the skin of his thighs you both take a moment to adjust to the feeling, gasping softly at the way he’s feeling you up “shit.. missed this so much” sal moans as he looks down at the way you’re sitting on him “oh my god, sally, move!” you whine as he moans in approval, hands guiding your hips to ride him.

“shitshitshit you feel so good,,, fuck me” sal moans, throwing his head back slightly before he looks down once again, watching the way your wetness spreads on his dick. your hand flies to your mouth as you try to muffle your moans, failing miserably. as your eyes open you can see him staring at you once again through the mirror, cheeks red. the air in the room seems to disappear as your hip movements get quicker, needier. after all, he had unintentionally interrupted your orgasm and you were in desperate need to cum.

noticing your demeanour and reminding himself of how he stopped making you feel good a few moments ago, one of his hands trails down to your cunt, rubbing at your puffy clit again. your pussy clenches around him desperately, his name coming out from your lips like a prayer “sal, oh my god… please.. shit” and he groans in approval, muttering a string of “i know, baby, i know” as he pushes his hips up so he can reach deeper into your core.

your nails dig into his thighs and he kisses your spine lovingly as your eyes roll in the back of your head. his left hand supports your weight as your body shudders, making sure you don’t fall over “fuck, sally!” you whine as you cum all over his cock and thighs, making a mess on the sheets. his hand slides up from between your legs to your hair, caressing it gently as he praises you. you watch him in the mirror with half-closed eyes, nodding at him so he continues to move inside of you.

his lips touch the space between your shoulder and neck as he looks at you, continuing to push him on his cock, desperate to get himself off. you smile at him gently, taking in the view “i love you” you let out, earning a moan “love you too… shit… you’re so pretty” sal whines as he feels himself coming undone in return. it doesn’t take long until he’s filling you up with thick layers of cum, moaning and gripping at your hips with staggered breaths.

you both fall back on the mattress, panting softly as you try to reach for your panties to put them back on. you were way too tired to clean up. you turn your attention to your boyfriend, eyes closed as he pants softly, lips formed into a tiny ‘o’. your cheek presses against his chest, hand moving his face to the side and making him open his eyes.

you caress his features, watching his gaze soften as your eye and mouth corners turn up into a smile “hey” and he mirrors your expression, pressing a kiss to your palm, pupils almost turning into hearts “hey”

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[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

hobie with a size kink but it’s not because you’re insanely small, but because he’s freakishly tall. he towers over you every chance he gets, leaning into your flushed face with a smirk, like the annoying cunt he is.

trapping you between him and a wall, hobie loves to just tower down over you and tip your chin up slightly as he whispers a question “how much do ya’ wan’ me?” as your hands grip at his already ripped shirt, trying your best not to give into his teasing.

asking him a question and him cockily bending down, craning his neck as he replies “what? sorry, can’t hear you from up ‘ere. speak louder”. he enjoys seeing your cheeks redden way too much at his demeanour as he wets his lips intently, eyes staring at you like a hawk.

cuddling is especially something that feeds his ego. like when you’re the little spoon and his whole body envelops yours into a tight hug. you can try to leave, but it’s to no avail. he’s so much bigger, so much stronger. he loves seeing you squirm under his touch as you whine “hobie.. i have to go to the bathroom”. he just buries his head in the nape of your neck, murmuring a satisfied “no” as he falls asleep, trapping you into his arms.

and oh, aren’t you just the prettiest little thing when you sit under him as he pumps into you with careful, precise strokes, hands gripping at the headboard of your shared bed. your soft hands traveling on his torso as he lets out synchronised breaths that harmonise alongside your moans. “thas’ it, pretty girl. take my cock in. fuck… i can’t get enough of your sweet lil’ body”

your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he goes faster, eyes skimming down alongside your curves as he watches himself insert you with sloppy noises. he grunts in pleasure, sure that he might cum only from the sight of you.

“fuck, lovey.. look at that lil pussy sucking me in. do you like my big cock? ‘m gonna fuck you so good you’ll have no choice bu’to stay in bed with me all day tomorrow”

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[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

thinking about prowler!hobie who gets mad when he can’t fix / build his gadgets for his prowler suit and claw.

and he groans aloud in frustration, throwing said gadget against a wall and breaking it. so you come into the room, concerned at the noise “what’s wrong?” you ask as you step into the dimly lit room and gaze at his figure, his back, his toned chest,, the lack of his shirt.

and he turns around, two piercing eyes staring right through you, making your hairs stand up on end. you can tell that he’s mad. you don’t know how to react, don’t know what to say to him to calm him down. and good thing you don’t need to, cause the moment you open your mouth he’s coming towards you and grabbing you by the jaw, pulling you into an angry, messy kiss.

your body touches the wall behind you, the coldness enveloping your body. you want to talk to him, but it’s pretty hard to do that when prowler!hobie has his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing with yours as he bites into your lips. his hands roam your body, sliding down your figure and squeezing your ass.

you yelp in surprise and he stops, looking at you with the same cold, annoyed stare “if ya’ wanna stop, say the word” you’re breathless. not only from the way this man literally jumped you and made out with you until you lost the air from your lungs but also because he’s just so fucking pretty. the light shining from his desk hits his eyes just right, pupils glowing dark. you spot a shade of faint green in them.

“i don’t want to stop” you breathe out as he hums in approval, not waisting another moment. he picks you up and throws what he was working on before off the table and places you on it “shit! weren’t you working on that?” zip. you part your thighs and notice him slide his pants off “and? will start over anyways” he says before towering over you and placing his lips back on yours.

soon enough your bottoms are thrown off somewhere across the room, the darkness taking over. you’re too dizzy to think. and in retrospect, this behaviour isn’t healthy. you wanted to have an actual conversation with him, ask him what was wrong and how you could help. but it was so hard to do when he was towering over you. it was so hard to do when your body trembled and you came all over his long fingers for the second time in 30 minutes.

and prowler!hobie isn’t getting any closer to being done with you. he hasn’t spoken to you at all throughout all this, he’s too mad to think. and he needs to blow off some steam quick. so he buries himself between your thighs, entering you slowly since he doesn’t want you to get hurt (and knows he needs to be gentle until you adjust to his size).

and as soon as you squeeze around him, begging him to move, he grabs the other end of the table with his palms and starts pounding into you, grunting at every stroke. you try to stabilise yourself and wrap your arms around his neck. the action brings his head closer and the moment prowler!hobie looks into your lustrous eyes, his gaze softens. his lips meet yours and you both groan into the kiss, skin vibrating against skin.

and when he’s done with you he brushes the sweaty strand of hair that is stuck to your forehead and murmurs a “you okay?” and his palm cups your cheek, making you lean into his touch and close your eyes “yeah.. you?”

“i am now. thank you, doll”

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[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

hobie loves to express how much he wants you and how good you look. he knows it flusters you and he gets a rise out of it.

but when you can no longer take how good he looks and start saying the most foul things to his face, he just stares at you stunned, cock already twitching into his jeans. oh, tell him how much you want him. please.

tell him how you wanna grab him by his slutty waist and hold it as he fucks into you. digging your pretty nails in his flesh. watching his pretty, flushed face look down at you as he buries himself deep into your sopping cunt.

tell him how you wanna grab him by that choker of his and ride him until he can’t form proper sentences, until words are futile to even speak aloud. how you will keep him on edge, slapping his hands away, not allowing him to touch you.

tell him how if he continues looking at you like that, with those pretty eyes, you will immediately get on your knees and suck his cock, emptying his balls dry until his passes out from overstimulation.

tell him how you want to web him to a chair and make him watch you spread your cunt out, yelling his name as he’s unable to do anything about you. not even touch you. much less touch himself.

tell him how you want to shut his nasty mouth closed by pushing him down on the couch and placing your aching hole on his face. if he wants to talk shit, he might as well do so between your burning thighs.

and tell him all those things that you want to do to him in the worst time possible. when he knows he can’t do shit about it. when your words go straight to his dick and you both know damn well he can’t make you eat your words. he can’t even rub one out in the bathroom as he thinks about it.

he’ll turn into a blushing, whiny mess as he tries to think of anything else. too bad it doesnt work :( too bad you keep reminding him of how you want to ride him as you bite down on his belt, trying to not make noise as you fill it with teeth marks and spit. he’ll beg you to stop. you don’t. he just looks too fucking good, you need him to know that. you need him to know how it makes you feel.

the poor man will have to walk around HQ all day as a hot, blushing, blabbering mess, an evident boner peeking through the fabric of his pants as he counts the seconds until he can get you back to his place and bury his throbbing cock in that mouth of yours, spreading your folds open, kissing along your body — fuck.

he won’t admit it verbally, but he’s just as much of a whore for you as you are for him <3

[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

thinking about unexpectedly edging hobie <3

hobie who did so well on his concert that night you wanted to congratulate him and show him how good he was on stage. so the minute you get home, the second the door is locked, you’re jumping him.

and he’s surprised at first, not anticipating the shift in energy. but as he feels you jump up, legs wrapped around his waist he just chuckles, big palms supporting your ass as he carries you to the bedroom. your tongues are moving in sync and your breaths are becoming more rapid as your back touches the mattress.

hobie doesn’t waste any time, his left hand reaching down to swiftly unbutton your jeans and slide them off your legs, throwing them on the other side of the room “didn’ know y’needed me s’much” he says between kisses, making you pull away and look at him.

“need to give you a reward for that performance. that isn’t beers and pizza” you grin at the mention of his bandmates’ little after party. hobie smiles, body relaxing as you push him off of you and straddle him instead, making him rest his body weight on his elbows.

your hand slides his shirt up, revealing his beautiful and lean body, nipple piercings glistening in the light as he stares up at you, lips parted and eyes glistening with need. you could already feel him against your thigh, cock throbbing and begging to be released. his shirt joins your jeans, starting to form a pile of clothes on the wooden floor.

your eyes dart over his frame, stopping at the band of his boxers, happy trail peeking out slightly and seemingly inviting you to place kisses along it “you gonna keep starin’? cock’s not gonna suck i’self” hobie smirks as you roll your eyes, an amused grin on your face “i’m aware, but i always have a hard time getting your belts off” you pout as you place a wanting kiss to his plump lips.

“i can help with that” he whispers against your mouth, eyes briefly scanning yours as he quickly takes the belts off and throws them fuck knows where. your hands fiddle with his fly as you bite down on your lip, cunt pulsating against the wet fabric of your panties “atta girl” hobie murmurs as his eyes trickle from your face to your cleavage. he was fighting such a nasty urge to not rip your shirt apart then and there — after all, the shirt you were wearing was still his.

and next thing he knows, you’re in front of the bed and on your knees, pulling his pants down as his dick springs out from his boxers, tip leaking with precum. you watch him like a hawk, studying it like you hadn’t sucked him off countless times before, like you didn’t know everything about his body. you mouth begins to water.

your fingers wrap at the base of his dick, eyes locked on it as hobie draws a sharp breath. he had been so busy with preparing for that concert that he hadn’t even realised how much he missed you. his fingers play with the material of the sheets under him, gripping them slightly “you want me that bad, hobie?” you ask, a mischievous smile plastered on your face as you watch his hands.

his face contorts into a scowl as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes. you knew damn fucking well what effect you had on him “when you look at me like tha’? ‘d be stupid not to, babe” he admits as you chuckle, lowering your head and pressing a wet and audible smooch to his fat tip. the action immediately sends hobie into a fit, hissing in response. god, can you cut the bullshit and just suck him off already??

and thank god for the weird couple telepathy you two shared because you immediately wrap your pretty lips around his cock, sucking on the top with a loud smack before licking him up and down. hobie’s breath hitches, mind starting to go blank as he looks at the ceiling. you were killing him. your hand starts to synchronise with your mouth as you expertly use them for his pleasure, making hobie start repeating broken curse words.

and since you knew his body so well that also meant you knew just what sounds he made and what his bodily reaction was when he was close. so when he was, you pulled away. hobie looks at you confused, eyebrows furrowed as sweat starts to gather on his forehead “why’d y’stop?” you smile innocently, placing your chin on his thigh as your finger glides on his length “just wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself”

he smiles, gesturing you to raise yourself up to his level before kissing you, tongue swirling into your mouth and collecting the taste “you know i am” he reassures, making you smile. he had no idea what he had coming. you go back to your original position, hand starting to rub him as you turned your attention to his skin. it just looked so.. empty? good to know you were able to change that.

hobie’s words get caught into his throat as you start biting into the skin of his thighs, tracing kisses right on the points you knew turned him on the most and leaving lipstick stains behind. precum dripped on your fingers as you sloppily moved your hand on his length, making him ball his fists “shit, doll… right ‘ere” he groans as you lick his base. he throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he gasps for air.

you slow your hand down, leveling his neck as you start marking him up, hisses and little whines escaping his lips “fuck.. what are you doin’?” hobie looks at you with half lidded eyes as you smiles against him “just pleasing my man” he lets out a desperate chuckle “yeah? seems like you’re doin’ the opposite. you tryina’ edge me?”

you innocently look up at him, thumb grazing his sensitive slit “maybe” you smile as you watch your boyfriend’s face. his eyelids drop, his mouth comes agape and he breathes out a moan, lips quivering “fuck me…” hobie manages to say as you giggle, dropping down on your knees again.

you repeat the same procedure a few times over. slowing your hand down, raising your head to talk to him, kissing his swollen lips as your thumb rubs circles on his throbbing tip & leaking slit, making him shiver… hobie couldn’t take it anymore.

he was moaning, whining, begging for you to let him cum. you pouted as you rested your mouth above his dick “already? you make me go through so many orgasms, telling me i can take it while you sit here and whine?” hobie shakes his head, beads of sweat running down the sides of his beautiful face “thas’ different… please, doll.. need you so much..”

you drag a finger over his sweaty temple, smoothing out his edges “fine” you finally say as you put him in your mouth again. your fist is pumping him, your mouth is embracing his aching cock as your tongue stops to his tip to lick it from side to side. he’s so gone at this point he’s just rambling something so unintelligible he can’t even understand it.

all hobie knows is that he’s seeing stars and that he’s so thankful for the way his eyes are pushing to the back of his skull because he knew damn well that if he looked at you he was immediately cumming. however, considering that you had him edged and whining to orgasm for the last 20 minutes, it was going to happen nontheless.

and this time, he couldn’t even verbally announce it as he suddenly came loads into your mouth. his body shook all over, groans erupting form in-between his lips as you hummed, tasting him. you licked your fingers clean as cum dripped on the side of his dick, some even getting on his lower abdomen. he listened to the sinful pops! your mouth made as you sucked on your digits, waiting for him to say something.

but it wasn’t enough.. hobie was still hard as a rock and so needy he could very well explode. he raised his torso up, looking down at you as you smiled at him. you enjoyed the way his face looked in that moment way too much: eyes coated with desire, eyelids half closed, forehead glistening with sweat and lips plump and swollen.

“ ‘s not enough” he chokes out, staring at you like he’s drunk “oh? didn’t i do a good job?” you lean your head to the side as he closes his eyes. he can’t even think. his brain is too fuzzy “no.. you did.. i just…” and you can’t help but notice how his hand reaches for his cock and starts moving in lazy strokes. you smile, resting your hand to his knee and looking up at him “need any help, handsome?”

he grins at your teasing “just sit ‘ere ‘n look pretty.. fuck, ‘m gonna bust” hobie says as his hand picks up its pace. and in no time he’s rutting his hips up, fucking his own hand as he looks down at you. and oh god, he looks so fucking beautiful from that angle. looks so godly as he rubs himself over your face, chasing his release. looks so fucking perfect as he imagines himself staining your lips with his cum…

you start rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. you knew hobie was absolutely obsessed with you, but not like this. it was turning you on so badly it felt like you were the one being edged now “shit, luv… lookin’ s’pretty f’me” hobie moans as he slurs his words, his cockney accent getting thicker with each word. he was so close. so close.

“gonna cum.. shitshitshit” he groans as he rubs himself even faster, dragging a calloused finger across his tip and sighing in pleasure “cum for me, hobie..” you whisper as your eyes stay glued to his face, analysing his expression. and soon he’s shooting out blanks of thick white cum, covering your tongue with his juices.

he drops on the bed, panting heavily as his chest falls and rises rhythmically. you raise yourself up once more, straddling his marked thighs as you lean onto his chest, shirt-covered tits pressing against him “that good?” you smile as you wipe his sweat away again. you earn a sleepy smile in response, his eyes opening up a little so he can look at you “amazing. c’mere” and he’s dragging you into a thankful kiss, fingers playing with your hair as you dig your nails into the nape of his neck.

but the moment you decide to praise him for how well he behaved — a rare sight, really — you feel his ringed index pull your panties down “you don’t need to” you say after pulling away from the kiss. he played guitar on a hot stage for 2 hours straight and then got edged by you so hard he came twice in the span of 10 minutes. he needed to rest “i know. i want to” he says as he moves you closer by your hips, making sure to drag your cunt across his thigh. you moan into his mouth as he pulls away again, placing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“well… who am i to resist your pleading?” you smile as hobie rolls his eyes, twisting and shoving you under him “shut up” he retorts. you both laugh as his hands make their way between your plushy thighs. he wanted to show you just how thankful he was for your services <3

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[cultrise]

THIGH RIDING. SAL FISHER

☠︎︎ CONTENTS NSFW, riding his thigh near the lake, sal being touchy, clothed clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 1.1k

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being in nockfell was often too much to handle, especially now that the cult’s activity was dormant. it all puts too much stress on your little group, especially with college work dropping in like a storm.

that’s exactly why you and your boyfriend, sal, decided it’s better to go on dates to wendigo lake, where you can enjoy the quietness of nature. just you two, a blanket, some snacks, his guitar and the night sky was enough to get you in a good mood and raise your spirits again. however, this night was a little bit different. even though the cute date sal had prepared did put you in a good mood it also made you needy for his touch, wanting to feel him closer.

as the sun went down, your small discussion had turned into a makeout session as you straddled sal, his back pressed against the bark of a tree. his mask was thrown somewhere on the blanket that was under you, even if he had protested against it. even after all these years, he was still self-conscious about not wearing his mask, sometimes even with you.

it’s not that you didn’t understand it. to sal, even if he had accepted his accident and condition, his face still held a grand amount of trauma and he still felt afraid that you might see him one day for the ‘monster’ that he was. your heart always ached as you heard him say that.. how could the sweetest person you’ve ever met think that about himself? it was beyond you.

you did everything in your power to reassure sal about his aspect as the years passed and now you were happy to say it mostly worked. he had grown much more comfortable, often having his mask off when your friend group gathered for movie nights and hangouts at your shared house or the apartments.

“wait…” sal muttered as he pulled away. you could see his scarred cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, giving his pale skin some colour. you had two hair ties on your wrist, ones that you got after taking out sal’s pigtails so you could play with his hair as you kissed him. your hands rested on the sides of his face.

“what is it?” you looked around, thinking he had heard something in the woods surrounding the lake. sal’s fingers dig into your waist and you turn around to face him again.

“what if someone comes by? maybe we should stop…” sal’s blue eyes look into yours as you smile in relief. you twirl a strand of his hair around your index finger, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

“do you.. want to stop?” you ask as you keep caressing his face. sal’s ears turn a bright red as he exhales sharply, fingers tapping on your lower back.

“no…” he whispers softly, smiling as he hears your chuckle ring in his ears. his eyes soften, lips finding yours again as he pulls you closer, enough so he can press his torso on yours. your hands pull his hair slightly, making sal groan and deepen the kiss.

the calm breeze blew against your faces as the lake’s water glistened in the moonlight. sal starts to grow touchy, hands pulling at your hoodie and caressing your thighs. you feel the heat surge through your whole body, now aware that it has been a long time since sally had touched you. you realise how needy he is acting in return.

to test the waters you decide to slowly grind your hips against his thigh, just in case he asks you to stop. that was proven to be useless, however, when he decides to push his knee upwards into your cunt, eliciting a choked moan from you. you pull away from the kiss with a gasp as your eyes meet his.

“don’t stop.. it’s okay….” sal reassures softly as he pecks the side of your chin, guiding your hips with his hands. you bite into your lip, pressing your cheek to the side of his head as you stabilise yourself by placing your palms on his shoulders. you soon realise the reason sally wanted to stop kissing you was because of the growing boner that was now pressing against your legs.

as thin as his thighs are you can’t help but whine as he flexes them, wet kisses being applied to your neck as you continue to grind your hips faster, harder, pushing yourself down on him “shit.. sally…” you mewl against the shell of his ear as his body shivers, his nails digging into your skin.

“i know… i know, baby..” his comforting voice goes straight to your heated core and you bite the flesh of your lip again. if you keep doing it, you might draw blood. who cares, anyway? it felt way too good to stop and for some reason you were now the shy one, afraid to make any noise. you knew sal loved hearing you, but you also knew he understood, that he didn’t mind. that all he was chasing was getting you off. and hopefully getting himself off too afterwards, since realising how desperate you were for him.

it doesn’t take long for your legs to start shaking as he starts rubbing your clit through your pants, the circling motion and grinding of your hips making your head spin as you hugged his neck. all sal does is hum contently, trying to ignore his own needs as he tries to help you relieve some stress.

“feel good?” he whispers as he kisses the bare space between your shoulder and neck, sucking a love mark into it.

“mhhmm.. yeah” you breathlessly say as you take a handful of his hair, making him smile. sally knew he wasn’t necessarily a catch, especially in bed. but knowing he got you acting like this was enough of an ego boost.

the kissing, soft praises and grinding all start to become too much for you and you end up cumming in your underwear in minutes, shivering against your boyfriend. as a reward, he makes sure to give you plenty of gentle kisses to your face as you pant “you did so well” sal muses as you look around.

“can we go home? i need you” you almost beg as sally smiles, fixing your hair.

“i think todd and neil are out tonight..” you smile at sal’s insinuation, lips ghosting over his before you pull him into a kiss. never before had you hurried so quickly to gather your belongings and leave the peacefulness of the lake to go back home and spend the night in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

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[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

hobie smoking while he’s fucking you and having the ashtray on your lower back / upper ass.

and tapping the ash lazily as he ruts his hips into you, talking about some “look at you takin’ me so well. fuckin’ cunt is made for me, ain’t it?”

and his music is blasting on the speakers and you are gripping the couch’s armrest as he slows his strokes down so he can hit deeper and tease your more. and your eyes swell up with tears because he feels so fucking good, sounds even better as he speaks pure filth to you shamelessly.

he grips one ass cheek with his other hand, his ringed thumb caressing it harshly. and then, gripping the ashtray with his other hand so it doesn’t fall, smacks your ass loudly making you yell his name out. “fuck! hobie!” you whine as he lets go of the ashtray and puts it on the ground, taking a drag from his cigarette and putting it out before he grabs your hips.

“you wan’ to cum, babe?” he asks, pressing himself against your back as he puts your hair behind you ear. you whine in response, shutting your eyes as tears of pleasure stream your cheeks. a presses a kiss to the back of your ear as he whispers “might as well..” as he starts moving slowly again, hands going up and down your thighs as he grabs onto every piece of skin his fingers touch.

you feel his pelvis press against your ass, his happy trail resting on the top of your cheeks as he pumps into you, making you whine out. he pulls away, grabbing your hips again “should take care of m’girl, shouldn’t i?” and before you can respond he’s slamming himself into you, going at an unreasonably fast pace as his fat tip abuses your cervix.

and you end up as a pile of hot, sweaty mess on the couch, panting and fucked out of your mind as he lights up another one. and his eyes roam along your marked body as the smoke trails away from his lips, a smirk forming on them as he watches his thick cum drip out of your still sensitive hole. he reaches over, gently wiping sweat off of your forehead as he looks down with a caring smile.

“fuck me.. so pretty all fucked out an’ cock drunk like tha’… maybe i should walk away before i stretch y’out even more”

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[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

hobie thinks you’re so beautiful when you suck him off.

the way your soft lips wrap around so perfectly around him. the way you lick him as you look up at him. the desperate shift in your stare when the pulls out of your mouth, teasing you because he is well aware of how much you want to taste him, how depraved of him you are.

god, the moment you go on your knees and present your mouth for him is when he goes crazy. and whether he lets you take the reins or it's he who's in control of the situation, you always know how to get him to cum loads on that pretty face of yours. and seeing you covered in white just makes him even more turned on.

who else can make him feel so good? who else knows just how he likes it? who else will kiss his tip afterward and tell him how good he tastes? who will grab him by his chin to demonstrate it by kissing him and making him relish the feeling of himself on your tongue?

and he knows he's gone the moment you randomly come up to him while he's doing the most mundane task and with eyes filled of lust you ask him "please, hobie.. can i suck you off?". and he can see the way your beautiful thighs are rubbing together because you're getting off on the simple idea of him. because the mere taste of him makes your cunt throb.

and how can he subvert your wants and needs by saying no? when you wet your lips and breathe out heavily in anticipation to take him whole? because fuck, aren't you so beautiful? and isn't he completely obsessed with you? he would never be so cruel as to deny you of your desires. so he lets you get to work, caressing your soft hair as you wrap your fingers on his pulsing cock and start to please him.

don't think he'll just let you go after he finishes though... don't think he hasn't been thinking of parting those pretty thighs to eat your needy little pussy out. he's spreading you on the nearest surface to thank you for being such a kind girl to him <3

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[cultrise]

BODY WORSHIP. HOBIE BROWN

♰ CONTENTS NSFW, body worship, soft sex, praise, p in v, fingering, oral sex fem receiving ᵎᵎ wc 1k

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self-consciousness was something hobie hated more than anything, especially when it overcame you.

now obviously he had struggled with it himself in the past but he taught himself in time that other people’s opinions do not matter. so when he finds you, teary-eyed, as you look in the mirror and unhappy with the way you look he’s angry enough to break the mirror.

not at you, of course, he’s just incredibly upset you can’t see yourself the way he sees you: absolutely perfect. so whenever he sees you getting insecure, he takes his sweet time to guide you on the nearest surface and show you just how much you’re worth to him: body, soul and mind.

hobie’s quick to remove your top, grinning at the lack of a bra as he presses his lips to yours. his hands caress your sides, thumbs stopping against your nipples, making you whine into the kiss “h..hobie…” and he shushes you, not wanting to hear whatever petty excuse you throw at him so he stops gawking at you “let me love ya’, darling, please”

it’s probably the softest intimate moment you can get with this man (since he’s widely known to be exceptionally horny all the time). he just takes time to kiss every part of your body, softly kneading your left breast with his hand and sucking on your right nipple, with a groan “fuck, lovey. look at these tits. so perfect. my perfect tits”

and if there’s something hobie’s going to do when worshipping your body, it’s always accentuating how every part of your beautiful body is his. my, mine, only mine, my pretty girl. he loves when you go red from his taunting, loves how you squirm from the smallest touch. and will always shut you up when you try to counter by saying something stupid like “hobie.. let me cover up.. please. i don’t look go—“ “can ya’ shut up for a second? god”

once he’s finished showing love to your neck, collarbones, breasts and abdomen he’s quick to push you back, laying you down as he pulls the band of your shorts, taking them off in one smooth move. he applies kisses to your belly, your hips, your ass, thighs, knees and all the way down to your shins “all o’ this is mine. my ass, my thighs, my cute lil belly.. and this pussy.. fuck, definitely mine” as he presses a gentle kiss to your clothed clit.

your body is hot, your face is red and you begin to sweat as he caresses and kisses every piece of skin. it makes your heart burn, your heart swells and you’re so overwhelmed by how he loves you without even needing to utter out the words. and you let him continue his ministrations, even if you want him to just tear his clothes off and start fucking you senseless. you know he doesn’t take body worship for granted.

so he makes out with your clothes clit, uncovering it to show love to your pussy as he inserts two long fingers between your folds, spreading your pussy lips with your other hand as he groans in awe to the view “fuck me.. ain’t she gorgeous?” and he starts licking up and down your clit in long, slow and passionate strokes of his tongue, muttering some unknown words of praise into your cunt.

he doesn’t stop, not until your body violently shakes and you cum into his mouth, not until you’re gasping for air and screaming his name, not until his lips and chin are covered with your slick and he takes his time to clean you up, licking and sucking all of your arousal “c’mon, luv. let me show y’how good y’taste” as your wrap your hands around his neck, bringing him in to kiss the wetness off his lips.

“please..” you moan against his lips as his hands continue to caress every inch of your heated skin “please fill me up, hobie” and his dick twitches instantly, hands going to his fly “as m’baby wishes” zip! and his pants fall to the floor as he takes over your lips again with a needy groan.

a slap of his tip to your puffy clit sends shivers down your spine as he watches you, eyes filled with intent “tell me y’re beau’iful” you bite your lip, eyes glued to his and unable to pull away “what?..” his demeanour doesn’t falter, now intimidating “tell me y’re beautiful. tell me y’re the prettiest woman on this planet, or ‘m not puttin’ it in” your blush deepens as he caresses your cheek with calloused fingers “i’m the prettiest woman on this planet”

“and?” he watches you like a hawk “and… and beautiful” he smiles, finally content with your answer “damn right” and he pushes himself in, slowly, agonising. his torso presses to yours, skin on skin as you hold him by his name, letting him press soft kisses to your lips as he slides in and out, in and out. “mphhm.. hobie…” you moan as he smiles against your chin, continuing to press kisses to your skin.

“there’s m’good girl.. so pretty, fuck!… so fuckin’ gorgeous” he loves hearing your beautiful broken moans as he slides himself into your sopping hole, cherishing your body in ways none have before. it doesn’t take long for his body to tense up, shoulder raised as you kiss the space between his brows “want you inside.. hahh.. please” and who’s he to deny you? you who are the apple of his eye?

so he does as told, cumming deep inside of you before pulling out gently and dropping next to you, dragging you into his arms. your chest heaves and your breathing slows down, smiling tenderly into his chest “thank you” you whisper into his skin as he turns on the side, eyes fixated to your face. he takes his time to brush your hair, adoration in his eyes “don’t thank me. never thank me fo’ this. it’s my job”

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