#AND THEN SHE WAS A GIGANTIC DICK ABOUT GETTING DOWN

[orchidyoonkook]

That moment when you can’t find your cat at your in laws and you and your partner spend about an hour looking for her only to find her IN THE GODDAMN CEILING.

HOW DID SHE GET THERE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE???

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Jazz takes care of a de-aged Danny, and they lay low in Gotham. But just because Danny’s body is younger doesn’t mean his powers have lessened. In fact, they’ve only grown harder to control. Having the energy of a child makes containing his powers harder (just like when he first got them) until they realize that Danny’s powers are much easier to control when he can get rid of some of his excess energy. Jazz hears about a free gym open to all that is also meta-proof (more durable) from a wonderful woman at the library. (Lookin at you Babs)

The gym has a gigantic kids play area, along with classes for all ages and a training area complete with an American Gladiator style obstacle course for adults. Jazz will use the obstacle course sometimes when her boss has fully ticked her off. Stephanie and Cass volunteer there whenever they can. Jason always sends the alley kids there too because it’s close by and a safe place. Dick leads a class there whenever he can.

Dick actually holds the record for the obstacle course. Until Jazz gives it a go after a particularly trying day. She doesn’t realize there’s a record. She never would have used the course if she’d known. Training with Pandora and Fright Knight gave her plenty of advantages with how she can use her liminality and she definitely doesn’t need to stand out.

But again, she doesn’t know there’s a record. Or that someone saw her going repeatedly through the course (Stephanie) and decided to time her on her next go. (She doesn’t film without permission because she’s respectful of boundaries like that) She does post Jazz’s time in the Batfam group chat to take Dick down a couple notches though.

Or someone else (not Batfam, just a random citizen) takes a video of her doing the course and posts it on the internet and now they (Jazz and Danny) have to stay one step ahead of Vlad, the Batfam, their parents, and avoid the GIW. How hard can it be?

[latenightdaydreams]

hi, i adore your stuff, i have 2 things to say , can we have part 3 of roommates please I LOVE IT, and i have an idea for another story. theres a video going around camp of one of the guys jerking off (konig) and no one knows who it is, and (y/n) the new recruit finds the video and well...... has fun while watching it, eventually she finds out its her connells video, she can't look at him the same and hes getting suspicious why u keep blushing whenever you see him.

pleassssssss I LOVE UR STUFF lots of care<3 <3

Thank you!!! 💖💖

Roommates part 3 is here!

The Video (fem)

Part 2

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>cw: porn, masturbation, fingering

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“Have you seen the video of the guy on base with a horse cock?” Marie asks you as you both walk back from training.

“What? No. Who is it?” Your curiosity piqued.

“No one can figure it out, but dudes blessed. I’ll send it over snapchat.”

You both part ways and go to your room, undressing for the night. That’s when your cell went off. Opening your app, you open the video that was sent. It’s a video of a gigantic hand wrapping around the biggest cock you’ve ever seen in your life. The way the mystery man strokes it so masterfully…it’s fucking hot.

As you lay down in bed, you shamelessly save the video to your phone from snapchat. You go to your photo app and look at the video. Your hand slowly inches into your bra to lightly draw circles around your nipple, pressing your knees together for tension on your clit. All you can do is imagine what you’d do with a cock like that in your hands. How you’d gag yourself with it until you cried tears from having your throat stuffed.

His fingers look so thick, just one shoved into your pussy would probably feel better than most guys' dicks. The size of his cock is almost unbelievable. He has to be 10 inches and as thick as your forearm. You’d give anything to have this man completely ruin you.

Over the next few weeks, you masturbate to that video almost every night. At this point, you can basically close your eyes and see his cock and hand. Today, during training, Colonel König came over to correct your posture. His hands went to the weapon in your hand and made sure your grip was firm. As you take in his instruction, you gaze at his hands.

Your heart drops into your stomach when you notice the size of his fingers, the small scar over his thumb, and the mole on his middle finger. That’s the man’s exact hand. König is 6’10, so it would make sense for his cock to be enormous. Without meaning to, your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants, noticing just how big it is. Holy shit, it’s him.

Instantly, your face turns stoic, and you look straight ahead. König keeps talking, and it's almost like you’re ignoring him now. Confused, König simply pats your shoulder and walks away. He assumes that he’s simply scary to someone new like you.

This continues for days. If you see him in the hallway, you drop your gaze instantly or turn the other way. When he speaks to you, you almost freeze up. He figured that maybe he accidentally offended you and you are holding it against him; you wouldn’t be the first.

But today, today he caught you. As you both work out in the gym, he catches your eyes lingering on his crotch and you bite your lower lip before looking away. He recalls the video of his that was ‘leaked’ around base and assumes maybe you’ve put the pieces together.

You sit on a bench watching König. His cock soft and still so big resting in his tight basketball shorts. His tall muscular body makes your mind think about how easily he could lift you and bounce you on his cock like a living flesh light. The way you’d let him disrespect you. As you feel yourself get worked up, you stand and walk to the women’s locker room.

König turns and watches as you hurry away when you haven’t really worked out much. He waits a few seconds before following you. As he enters, he closes the door gently, realizing the locker looks and sounds empty, especially because he can hear the faint sounds of your moans. Bold of you to do this in public.

Slowly he walks through the aisles until he sees you. Phone out and in the corner with one hand down the front of your black leggings. The look on your face is adorable as your fingers swirl on your clit.

“What are you watching there?” König’s smooth Austrian accent echoes in the empty locker room, causing you to jump.

You pull your hand out of your pants and nearly drop your phone. “What are you doing here?”

König approaches you, smirking under his mask. “I asked what you were watching.” He says again. His powerful aura makes you crumble.

“I- just a video.”

“Hm.” He steps closer to you, both arms crossed behind his back. “A viral video, perhaps?”

You can feel your face grow hot as he confirms that he knows what you were watching. In your mind you try to come up with different reasons to not come across as a pervert, but before you can even speak König reaches out. His massive hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Do you like what you see in that video?”

“Yes.” You admit bashfully.

König’s hand slips down into your leggings and under your panties. You gaze up at him with wide eyes full of surprise and excitement. His thick finger circles over your clit, pulling a pathetic mewl from your lips as you gaze into his blue eyes.

“I know you’ve probably been dreaming about me touching you.”

“Yes…” The admission falls from your lips as if you’re under some sort of spell.

König slips his hand down further, his eyes still locked on yours as he slips his middle finger into your cunt. You would be such a tight fit for his cock. The look of pleasure that consumes you is adorable. He can see how desperate you are for more.

Just as you thought, one finger stretches your cunt so perfectly. His finger slowly slips in and out of you as you both gaze at each other. His blue eyes like a deep ocean luring you in. You want nothing more than to cum on his finger when he suddenly pulls his hand back.

König brings his middle finger to his mouth, tasting you. His eyes roaming over your body. “Meet me in my office tonight.” With that, he turns and leaves you a mess in the locker room. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you realize that the Colonel just booty called you.

Part 2

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#399

“Oh man, Fuck!...  Oh sorry you had to hear that call.  Didn’t mean to interrupt you enjoying your brew.  It’s just that my girlfriend makes me so fucking pissed off….  Get this, she knows I work 14 days straight busting my ass on that drilling rig.  I am about to head home for four days of rest.  That’s a 7-hour drive, each way.  So she tells me that her sister and mother are in town staying with us.  My days of relaxing are shot to shit.  And worse yet there’s no way I’m getting her pussy.  I probably won’t even get head.  Ain’t that shit?...

“Oh sorry.  I forget that I’m not with a dozen or so other roughnecks out in the field.  All they talk about is pussy.  Most of them don’t have a girlfriend, let alone a wife.  Hearing them go on and on about fucking and getting a blow job, I forget that other people might talk about something else.

“My god, I just wanted to get home and kick back with a beer and get some head.  You know the kind of blowjob that goes on for an hour and it relaxes your entire body.  That doesn’t even include blowing your wad.  You know what I’m talking about?

“Oh there I go again.  Sorry if I’m telling too much....  I do that when I start drinking.   Do you care if I talk about getting blown?...  Good.  Thought so.  What man doesn’t want head at the end of weeks of working damned hard? 

“…Here’s to blowjobs!  Cheers! 

“Hey Frank! Get my friend here another beer….  Nah!  Put your money away.  I got this. 

“So your car broke down?...  We are one of two taverns for twenty miles.  The other is by the interstate one mile away.  At this time of day it’s quite deserted.  We typically only get locals in here.  That is, unless you are having work done at Mike Larson’s garage.  There’s not that much out here, just the garage, Frank’s tavern, the lodge, and the oilfield’s main office over there across the creek.  Was I right?  Is it your car?

“…That was not a happy nod.  So, you’re here for tonight… Oh wait, the garage is closed for the weekend.  You are here until Monday?  …Again, that nod tells me everything.  Well to make matters worse, there are no available women for at least 50 or 60 miles.  This is what this hellhole has to offer. 

“I don’t know about you but it looks like it’s going to be an evening of pounding the pud.  And when I get done, I’ll use my other hand to make it feel like I’m getting a handjob from someone else.

“Goddamn my girlfriend fucked this all up.  I only had this weekend off, before I have to report back here to start filling in for a bud on Wednesday.  She thought that I would want to spend time with her fucking family.  Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with her.

“You have a wife or girlfriend?... 

“…Huh!  Well, sometimes I wish I was like you, single.  But sometimes I really need to get my balls drained.  She gives great head though.  She’s the only girlfriend I had who can take my head in her throat.  I have a big schlong, and every woman I dated complained about its size.  It takes her a long time to throat me.  Most of the time I get frustrated, and I wind up grabbing her head and fucking her mouth.  Eventually it ends in her throat.  She has never taken me down to the root.

“But I really have to be buzzed to get into skull fucking the bitch.  The part she really hates is me dick slapping her.  As I said, I have a gigantic dick.  Smacking her upside her head with my cock usually throws her off balance.  So does a face slap with my hand. 

“When I get in the zone, I am all kinds of aggressive.  I am only after one thing, to bust my nut.  If that means roughing up the bitch, then she’s going to get roughed up.  If I’m drunk enough, I’ll not only fuck her cunt, but she’ll take me in her ass.

“Right now, if she were here, I would be fucking her in every position in every hole.  I wouldn’t care if she was enjoying it.  I’m so fucking horny.  I would use any woman right now.  I can’t have a weekend of jerking off.  Hell, if there was a faggot, I would use him the same way. 

“And it’s a good thing that I have a faggot sitting not ten feet away from me, paying attention to every word I say, licking his lips every time I mention blowjobs, and responding with awkward silence when I asked if he had a bitch back home.  No straight man acts this way.

“I would ask you if you are a cock sucking faggot, but we both know the answer.  Don’t we?  So this is what is going to happen.  I’m going to walk over there, to the men’s toilet.  You want my fat hog in your faggot throat, you follow me in.  Don’t say a word.  Get on your faggot knees and open your faggot mouth. 

“I’ll give you until I drain my piss.  If you don’t come in at that time, then you better be out of here and hide in your room at the lodge.

“I really got to piss, so you don’t have much time….

“…Well fuck.  I would have thought you would have taken some time to think about it.  But OK.

“I really have to piss.  While I do that get in the stall and on your knees.  Be ready for me.  I swear, the beers just pour right through me.  Oh, this feels good—

“What the fuck?  I’m not done pissing….  Oh?  So, you are one of those kinds of faggots.  Nasty piss drinking faggot!  Oh fuck, your mouth feels good.  You are definitely getting a reaction out of my hog.  That’s it for my piss for now.

“Faggot, see how big it is?  You think you can take it?

“Jesus fuck!  Right to the root with no problem!  Holy shit.  You faggots know what you are doing.  Oh man.  This is… fuck!  Oh my god! 

“Bob up and down.  Go head-to-root-to-head-to-root.  Fuck!  This is the blowjob I have been looking for all my life.  Lucky me I found me a faggot with car problems.

“Pull off.  I said, ‘Pull off!’  Look up at me.  Hold still…. 

“…What?  Nothing?  I just gave you one of the hardest bitch slaps I have ever given and you just take it….  Wait, what did you just say?  Did you just thank me… for bitch slapping you?

“Get up.  Get your faggot-ty ass up.  Let’s go.  Move!

“We are going to my room at the lodge.  You are going to spend your night with me. 

“Pay Frank your tab and leave a good tip.  Meet me outside…  A fifty?  You know what a good tip is, that or you didn’t care to wait for him to give you change.

“OK faggot.  I have never used a fag before.  But damn, that one minute in the toilet told me I have been missing out. 

“Over here.  I’m the last room.  The lodge is free for us roughnecks.  The company pays for our housing.  My room is at the end.  It’s a glorified motel room.  I have tons of beer.  You won’t get any, at least not without it going through me first.  Never did that before, but fuck I liked it.

“I plan on being here for four days.  You are going to spend your time with me and my cock down your throat.  You probably take it up your ass.  I will definitely try that out.

“Now listen up.  I have no interest in you or your dick.  I ain’t sucking you or getting fucked by you.  You try anything like that, and I will beat the shit out of you.  Understand me?...  Understand me faggot?

“And keep up the ‘Yes Sir!’  I like the sound of that.  Here we are.  Faggot this is all new for me.  But I will tell you this, I am liking what has been done so far.  I’m so ready to do this.  My cock has not lost it’s hard on.  I may never go back.  Faggot get inside and strip!”

[fettuccin-e]

Hard-Pressed

okay gang this fic is dedicated to @fleurfairie because she sent me an ask for virgin!reader with big dick steve and i tried answering it and then i deleted it like fucking dumbass,,, so harmonia, this is for you! so there isn't any actual penetration in this, BUT it is one of the horniest fics i have ever created with HEAVY emphasis on steves gigantic dick,, so please enjoy

Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader, virgin!afab!reader, really light degradation, hung!steve, no actual penetration but talks about it, uhhh humping?? haha

You really should have known that Steve had his reputation in high school as “King Steve” for a reason. Getting together with him had been far too easy for there not to be a catch. Kissing him for the first time had been as easy as breathing, meeting his lips in a chaste embrace in his car after dropping the kids off at the arcade. Going on dates with him, holding his hand, doing all of the things people in relationships do together; it all had come second nature, as if you had both been doing this for years.

The only thing tripping you up, embarrassingly, was actually engaging in one of the so-called “benefits” of a relationship. The… sex part.

When you had told Steve that you’re a virgin, he hadn’t made you feel embarrassed in the slightest, kissing you lovingly with a hand cupping your cheek. “I could show you, if you want, sweetheart. But if you don’t want to, if you don’t ever want to, I am perfectly happy just being with you. I don’t need the other stuff, you know?”

You just shook your head hard, hard enough to make Steve laugh at your vehemence. “No,” you had said, “I want it, Stevie. You have no idea how much I want it, okay? I mean, have you seen yourself? How could I not want you? I think I just, uh, need to practice, I guess. Taking stuff, y’know, uh, inside?” Your face had been burning, but you took comfort in the sight of Steve’s cheeks heating up in a blush as well. He had grinned though, one of his hands trailing down to brush at your hip.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he had murmured. “I would be honored.”

And thus started the process of your training to take Steve’s cock. One night, he had just inched a finger inside, the digit long and calloused inside you, while he licked and sucked at your clit until you gushed all over his face. A week later, he worked two fingers inside, crooking them up into a spot that you didn’t even know existed, while he pressed a thick thumb onto your clit. He had held you while you shook like a leaf, kissing you softly while working you through your orgasm. It was a strange sensation at first, having something inside you like that, but Steve’s talented fingers and pretty mouth made you grateful that you had waited. 

But there still are some nights, like tonight, that you don’t really want one of Steve’s fingers inside you. You don’t really want anything inside, even though Steve’s so warm against you, his big arm wrapped around your shoulders, and the ache between your thighs is impossible to ignore. The sensation of taking things inside is still new, as strange to get used to as it is pleasurable, and tonight you don’t want to have to breathe through your nose as Steve slowly stretches you open. You just want to cum, hard, in the only way you can when you’re with Steve.

Damn, what has this boy done to you?

It’s fairly innocent, the both of you in Steve’s big, empty house, cuddled up together while watching a movie, and it strikes you that Steve has no idea. He has no idea that you’re so wet underneath the pajama pants that he has so graciously lended to you. He has no idea that you’re thinking about his head between your thighs, licking at your clit and telling you how good you are, how pretty you are for him when you cum. He has no idea that you had made yourself cum before he had picked you up from your house to take you to his, rubbing your clit with Steve’s name on your lips.

You glance up to gaze at your boyfriend, only to find his eyes already trained on you, not the movie. He grins boyishly, and your heart skips what feels like three beats at once. It’s hard sometimes, wrapping your head around how handsome Steve is, and that you get to call him yours. You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, unable to help yourself. Steve is already meeting you halfway there.

“Stevie?” you murmur against his mouth.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Can I try something?” you breathe, trying to tamp down your nerves. “It’s something, y’know, um, something sex- uh, sex-related?”

Steve chokes on a breath, blood suddenly rushing down to his cock. You’re a virgin, inexperienced and pretty nervous when it comes to the things you and Steve do in the bedroom, but Steve thinks you’re the sexiest thing in the damn world. And you don’t even try, which is like, half of Steve’s problem. He doesn’t think he’s had this many poorly-timed hard-ons since he was fifteen, but being with you just makes it happen. And you have no idea.

“Yeah, baby,” he chokes out, breaking himself out of his thoughts. “Anything you want.”

“What if I wanna see your cock?” you blurt out, and Steve’s eyes widen at your language, shocked at your confidence, before he remembers himself. He wants you to be confident, wants you to tell him what you want.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he says, “but if you wanna, y’know, tak-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“I’m not gonna try to, uh, get it inside me. But, I just, I wanna, y’know, I wanna get, I just, shit, uh- oh fuck it,” you growl, frustrated at the fact that you can’t even find the words to tell him what you want. “Just, Stevie, can you take your pants off?”

You don’t have to tell him twice, evidently. Steve takes his arm from around your shoulders to shove his sweatpants down his thighs, letting his achingly hard cock to slap up against his stomach, and holy shit. Holy shit. 

He was “King Steve” for a very good reason. You obviously don’t have a lot of experience, but anyone could see how huge Steve Harrington is, especially with his cock hard and sticky and curved against his stomach, veins pulsing and aching for your touch.

This is the catch. Everything has been easy, so easy with Steve. But handling that? Shit, that’s going to be hard. In, uh, more ways than one.

There’s a brief feeling of panic that sinks into your stomach, a thought of ‘how is that ever going to fit’ ricocheting around your brain. But that thought isn’t important tonight, and even if it was, you know that Steve would never, ever take the chance of hurting you, no matter how desperate you are. 

You eye the fucking monster between Steve’s legs as you stand, hoping that you look at least somewhat sexy as you slide Steve’s pajama pants down your legs, taking your panties with them. The cool air of the room meets your exposed cunt, making you throb desperately as you glance at Steve’s face. You want to giggle at his wide eyed expression, his gaze trained on your needy, dripping pussy.

You stalk forward, slowly, pushing lightly at his shoulder until he twists, laying down on the couch, his cock thick and throbbing against his stomach. You try to take a subtle, calming breath through your nose before you swing a leg over your boyfriend’s lap, straddling him just over his cock. You hear his breath hitch, just barely.

“Is this okay?” you whisper, wanting to make sure that Steve wants it just as much as you do.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “so much. Want it so much, baby. You just, you gotta be careful, okay?”

“Okay, Steve,” you smile, before sinking your hips down and resting the dripping heat of your pussy on Steve’s thick cock. He’s thick enough that he spreads the lips of your cunt apart, and you can feel how wide he is against your tight entrance. 

You relish in Steve’s choked up moan, before rocking your hips, slow and experimental, and fuck. The veins along his length press into your clit as you rock against him, before nudging against the thick head. He’s hot and so hard between your thighs, pressed against the most intimate parts of you, and it’s so, so fucking good.

Steve moans softly as you rock back and forth against him, his fingers digging into your hips. It feels so dirty, his cock spreading your pussy apart, sliding against the tiny, tight little entrance of your cunt. You’re so wet, soaking his cock and getting him so sticky as you rock against him, frantic for it.

“My needy baby,” he mutters, and you whine in response, leaning forward to nudge your head into the crook of Steve’s neck, but not stopping your movements. You grind, desperate and throbbing, against his cock. “So innocent, baby, but you’re so dirty,” Steve continues. “My little virgin baby. Never touched a cock before, but you’re not innocent, are you? No, baby, I know what you are, sweet girl. Do you know what you are?” You shake your head against Steve’s neck, rocking your hips hard against him, your thighs trembling.

“You’re a slut,” he whispers, and you gasp, your cunt clenching hard against Steve, and he feels it. He feels it and moans, his hips twitching up to press himself harder between your legs. “My slut, just for me,” Steve continues, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, who has ever seen you like this, right sweet girl? Nobody else knows how needy you are, how much you need someone to make you cum. You wanna cum like this baby? Grinding against my cock like a slut?”

Steve uses the grip he has on your hips to pull you onto him, again and again, the ridges of his cock moving against your sticky, throbbing clit and you whine into his neck. “Yes, yes, need it so fucking bad, Steve, need to cum, please baby,” you whimper, and Steve moans in response. He shifts his hips up as he pulls you against him, and it’s almost like he’s fucking you for real. He’s so close, so close, and you want him to fuck you so bad, so fucking bad. Your hips twitch hard, and Steve grins, doing it again, and again.

“This is how I could fuck you, baby. Could just sink into your tight little cunt, baby, stretch you so wide to take my cock. You want it, baby, I know you do.”

“Yes,” you gasp, unable to help it. “Want you to fuck me so bad, you’d feel so good, so good in me. I’m so empty Stevie, oh god. Wanna be your slut, wanna be yours, I-”

“You are mine, sweet girl, all mine. Next time, next time I’ll fuck you for real, yeah? But right now,” he mutters, his hips desperately thrusting his fat cock against your sopping cunt, “I want you to soak my cock with this pretty pussy.”

It doesn’t take long after that, not when you’re both writhing against each other, minds fuzzy with need. The knot in your stomach is tightening, tightening, pulling taught, until it snaps without warning, sending you spiraling into a desperate orgasm. Your pussy clenches and throbs hard against Steve’s cock as you cry Steve’s name softly into his shoulder. 

“Fuck, so good, baby, doing so good, so sexy for me, fuck baby-” Steve groans and you can feel how his cock pulses, shooting hot cum between you both. You can’t help the daydream of him coming inside you, of it dripping out of your used cunt.

Next time. Next time.

You both breathe together for a moment, Steve’s cock softening slowly beneath you, before you meet his lips in a soft kiss. “Thank you, Steve,” you murmur, and you nearly giggle at how quickly Steve’s eyes shoot open, his hands tightening again on your hips.

“Thank me? No, baby, thank you. Made me feel so good, sweetheart,” Steve says, peppering kisses over your face and grinning at your happy giggles. “Love you, baby,” he whispers, like it’s a secret.

“I love you too, Stevie,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever been more confident in anything before.

[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back

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Pt.2 Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

Read Pt.1 here

she/her

Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?

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You pulled into the Tanny Hill driveway, you parked leaving your sleeping bag and stuff in the car because you didn’t know where this night was gonna lead.

You planned on confronting Rafe, the whole tire thing was absolutely insane.

You starting walking up to the door as Rafe was already waiting for you. He opened the door and greeted you with a bear hug and kiss on your lips.

The mint taste feeling like home.

“Where’s your stuff?” He asks “aren’t you spending the night?” Rafe sounded concerned.

“Maybe, my bags in the car just in case.” You say rubing your thumb across his knuckles.

“Okay come on, I set up a movie in the screening room. Sarah’s gone she’s off with Topper, wheezy at a sleepover and my dad trusts us enough to leave us alone” he smiles leading you to the room.

You and Rafe lay on the gigantic bean bag. One had wrapped around you and the other using the remote.

“Okay we can watch scream, mean girls, don’t worry darling-”

“Don’t worry darling.” You say without even considering the other options

“Alright should’ve know, Harry styles is in the movie….” He sighs giving you a tight squeeze.

You guys are into the movie, Rafes eye are glued on the screen and you’re deep into your thoughts.

You and Rafe have being a “thing” since April.

Never in your life you would be in a situationship with the kook king, Rafe Cameron.

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—flashback—

You're a pouge yourself, working as a bev cart girl at the golf course. The job is easy and the tips are ever better. Tipsy old men with a girl in the skirt is like the money-mouth emoji.

That were you met Rafe of course.

You were covering for your other employee, she was over 21 and she could actually handle the alcohol legally but some how the mangers didn't care that one day. You were doing your loops and happened to meet your best tippers, who usually have $20+ they were easy in a way, but not that day.

"Look it's our favorite doll!" The oldest one said.

"Good to see you too Mr.Adams!" you say with a fake smile plaster on your face.

"Honey, what did I say call me Paul!" Mr Adams said playfully.

"Okay Paul, what would you and these gentlemen like today?" You said getting out the cart and pulling open the coolers.

"Arnold Palmer, needs some of his luck if I wanna win this bet with Andrew" Mr Adams winked

"throw in a splash vodka too"

As you began pouring the vodka Mr Adams kept saying "a little more..."

"Might as well made it a longgg Island" you joked earning fits of chuckles from the tipsy men.

"I'll take a beer" Andrew aka Mr.Gage asked

"And I'll get your number sweet heart" the bald one said checking your ass out.

You pulled it down praying there was gonna be no breeze to help fill out his fansistes. You gave them their drinks about to turn around to enter your cart as the bald one grabbed your wrist.

“I didn’t get what I ask for.” He said leaning in with the smell of wiskey heavy on his breath.

“Sir let me go.” You said with your head down trying to fight your wrist back.

The other men were laughing, sipping their drinks watching their friend miserably hit on you.

“Darling I’m not gonna ask you again.” He said squeezing tighter.

You were about to risk them seeing your paintes to kick this bald bitch in the dick but right before you could lift your leg the man fell right in front of you with a grunt.

As you watch him go down you saw an another dude behind him, and that being Rafe Cameron.

He had a golf club, which you connected that he hit him with. You can see the mark of dirt and grass on the back of his shirt.

“You want another one?” Rafe said looking down at the man as he turned to face him.

But all he could hear with groans, the man bareley being able to get a word out.

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” He ordered.

And with that Rafe slammed the golf club right between his dick. Barely hitting it but enough to scare him.

He yelled as he rolled down the hill as his friend run away.

“I’ll make sure you never set foot in this club, or any club on this island again.” Rafe yelled at them.

You shook your head trying process what just happened, or what could’ve happened. Your legs shaking from the thoughts and your arm being red from the “man's” grip.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked.

You heard stories of the boy, him being played as this big scary guy from Jayj and the fights you heard involving your friends and others.

“Um yeah I guess, thank you Rafe.” You said avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want him to see the tears building up in your eyes.

“Hey kid.” He said lifting up your chin to see the tears spilling down your cheek. “Here let me help you in, I’ll drive you back to the house, we’ll get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” Rafe offered as he guiding you to the passenger seat of the cart.

As he got in he started the cart slowly driving. Whiping the melted mascara, trying to get yourself together before you have to face your manager.

“You know their names right?” Rafe asked as he looked over at you.

“Uh yeah all of them except the one that grabbed me.” You said trying not to cry again.

“It’s alright I bet you $100 I’ll get it within the next 30 minutes.” He said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension.

“Thank you Rafe, if you didnt get there in time I would’ve had to kick him, giving them the view they wanted” you said with a breathy laugh wiping the rest of your tears.

“Would’ve been one hell of a kick girl!” He said placing his hand on top of yours.

In a way it felt comforting, scary cause you barely knew the kid but he wasn’t a complete stranger.

Soon you were in the passenger seat of his truck, and with a $100 bill in your pocket from the bet he made.

“Can’t believe you got them banned practically everywhere.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh and they donated 100k to the club all together too. And here’s your tip” He smiled to himself handing over $520 in bills.

“Snagged them from their wallets” he said giving you a wink.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” you scoff in amazement counting the cash.

He’s driving along the beach to the side of the island he swore to never ever to be on. The sun was setting creating a warm ambiance with “3005” by childish Gambino playing from his playlist.

“Great music taste” you complement trying to change the topic.

“Mmm thanks, I take pride in it.” He hummed “you listen to childish gambino?”

“Um the one and only Troy Barnes ? Yes I do girl” you giggle.

“I love the community, it’s so good. I haven’t done my annual rewatch yet.” He said taking a quick glance at you before focusing on the road again.

“Omg me too. Although I can never get myself to finish season 6 because it’s just boring without Donald glover and the problematic old man.” You say looking out the window watching the sun set.

“You have to come over and watch it soon. We can have a little watch party” Rafe offers as he pulls into your neighborhood.

“Yeah I’ll like that.” You say locking eyes with eachother.

Soon he parks into your driveway. You began unbuckling before he speaks up.

“So you’re down to come over one day? Netflix and chill or what not.” He laughs with blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah it’s a date” you say with blush now matching you both.

“Hey I wanna thank you again. I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done without my knight in shiny golf club” you joked

“Don’t sweat it, besides I’m glad you’re okay y/n .” He said nudging your shoulder as you let go of the seat belt.

“So are you gonna give me your number or…” you joked.

“Oh yeah yeah my bad. Here type yours in” he said handing you his phone.

As you enter it you hand it back.

“What emoji you want by your name ?” he ask trying hard not to have you go.

“A princess would be nice ‘cause you were my prince today.” You give a dopey smile to him.

“Perfect.” He said entering it in before turning his phone off.

The car is filled with silence with his music barely being able to fill your ears.

He looks at your eyes before going down to your lips, you also doing the same.

Next thing you know they’re a warm touch on your lips. And your hands are tangled in Rafes hair.

You break the almost minute long kiss, you have to enter your house at some point.

“Thank you Rafe.” You said before your open the door.

“No thank you y/n. I’ll text you when I get home” he said as you shut the door.

He watched you enter your home before driving off home.

You run into your parents on the couch.

“What are you doing home, I thought you didn’t get off till 7?” Your mom ask

“They let me off early ” you say as your enter your room.

You lay in bed thinking about the eventful night.

Screw the bald man, you just made out with Rafe fucking Cameron.

— end of flashback—

Ever since that day you have been so grateful for Rafe. Even though you guys aren’t exclusive you both knew better not to touch another breathing thing.

He was a sweetheart, to you at least. He always payed for the food, little (big) gifts here and there, sleep overs ever weekend, driving you to world, picking you up from work, hanging out after work.

You two were inseparable.

It was fun behind doors, but the second you were with the rest of the pouges you were nothing more.

Him and his on going “war” with John b and jayj for no reason other then social class. He would call the others out with names and insults laced with venom but never said a thing to you. He couldn't even find the words.

One time he called jayj white trash and made fun of John b for having a dead dad, them literally millimeters away from a fight before you called him out for being obsessed with them, throwing in a gay joke.

He looked at you with soft eyes before throwing a small insult to throw the rest off.

“Okay princess, go make tips with your boobs.” he said leaving everyone confused for the “insult” he threw at you.

And with that he left without a fight.

“Okay so I get called a slut and you get called out for boobs?” kie said offended watching the boy walk away.

“I mean she does have nice boobs…” jayj whispered before Pope smacking the back of his head.

You giggled at the old memory,

But the feeling of guilt washes over you.

Rafe and his buddies always messing with the pouges, you’re bestfriend. The name calling with bruises and vandalism to prove it.

Where does your loyalty lie?

Rafe perks up with the sound of your giggles

“Okay are your giggling at her being crush by glass walls right now?” he asks

“No no it's something else.” you say looking off to the side.

“Actually pause the movie, I wanna talk about something” you say as he grabs the remote.

“Uh okay, so what's up.” he ask with thoughtful eyes.

“So I know we've been sneaking around for a while now-”

“Well I wouldn't call it sneaking around, you've met my parents and vise versa” he said with a nervous laugh

“Yeah i guess but our friends Rafe. If mine find out about us I don't know what they would do”

“Why do you care what they think?” he ask

“Cause you just ruined Kies car…”

“Well she deserved it”

“What did she even do?? We were just having pizza for crying out loud.”

“Oh didnt know jj was pizza…” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

“Oh so this is about jj.”

“I’m just saying if he wasn’t all up on your the night wouldn’t have ended like this!”

“First of all, nothing happend, second of all if it was jjs fault why did you destroy Kiara’s car!”

“Like she couldn’t get it fix, she a kook too you know!”

“You slashed her ties Rafe! Money or not that’s still a despicable thing to do?? She’s completely innocent and she’s never did a thing to you yet your terrorize her? How would she ever react if I tell her? ‘Oh you're fucking y/n? Okay that's fine u forgive you for the slut shaming and destroying my car yay!!’ is that what you think she'll do?” you argue.

“Well if they're the real friend you claim they are they wouldn't care! They'll be happy ur happy!!” he said back

“And Jj? The bruises he has on his back won't disappear the moment you come out hand in hand with me.” you say

“Why who you care what jj would think huh? I see you guys all up on eachother especially after today. What do you think that makes me feel? Seeing you all touchy touchy right in front of my eyes knowing I can’t do a thing about it!” He

“He wiped fucking sauce of my face Rafe.” You say

“I see the way he looks at you! He’s totally into you he’s like a 12 year old, practically drooling over you! Every time I come around you guys he steps in front of you, guarding you from me always with some time of body part on you. Every time I look back after I leave he’s giving you hugs or some bull shit.”

“Is this really about jj Rafe? He’s my bestfriend, brother even! We grew up together and hes seen and been physical with you of course he’s gonna get protective!” you say ruffling your hair

“Rafe are you jealous of him?”

“What? No, no he’s a pouge, he has nothing against me. I-I can practically buy him if I wanted too.” He said

“Screw them you're happy with me alright?” he said trying to change the subject.

“Rafe we aren't even-” you didn't even know what to say. Together? He sure acts like you can't sit by a guy especially at a party.

“What y/n? Official? Dating? Cause these past 3 months have been nothing but perfect for me!” Rafe said trying to make you feel bad.

“Thats the thing Rafe! I wake up in your bed then end the night talking shit with the pouges! Thats not normal, healthy! It's far from perfect can't you see that?” tears began to well up in both of your eyes. “You can't even call me your girlfriend.”

“We can never have a sweet date that doesn’t involve me ducking under a table or you hiding in the bathroom Rafe. We always have to have a small dinner or another movie marathon at Tammy hill, I just want at least a peaceful day at the park or the board walk.” you cry.

“Belive me y/n i want too, do you know how many girls never make it to tannyhill? Only the back seat or a trashy motel room.” he said

“Oh thanks for that image-” you say as your getting up from the bean bag

“Y/n stops that's not what I'm trying to say.” He huffs trying to collect his tears, grabbing your hands into his.

“The moment I first saw you, you were surfing with jj. It pissed me off that you were with him out of all people. but then my eyes landed back on you and all that anger went away. I wish I could explain it, how I feel. You're the only person I find tolerable in this world. When we first officially met on the golf course, the circumstances obviously could've been better” he said with a small laugh

“But you and me sitting in my truck, driving you home felt so, normal. Like it was meant to be. It felt like I've done it a million times even though I was so nervous. If you get what I'm trying to say y/n is that I like you. I want you in my life, as a friend, girlfriend or even the Bev cart girl. But I really hope you take the girlfriend title”

“Rafe….”

“Y/n these 3 months have meant everything to me and I hope for many more. Y/n will you be my girlfriend?

“But the pouges-”

“Screw them, this is about you and me princess” he said looking for something in your eyes.

And it was lust.

You smash your lips onto his, hands tangled into each other hair.

Rafe pulls you onto his lap letting his hands roam all over your body, slowly trying to get your shirt off.

As you began shifting on his lap to tease the poor kook, he starts sliding his hands underneath your shit cupping your breast.

“Let’s take this upstairs yeah?” Rafe offers in between kisses.

“Aren’t your parents up there.” You mumble with your lips still on his.

“Guess we just have to be quiet huh princess?” He says cupping your face, soon getting up.

As you guys walk out the screening room he picks you up bridal style causing fit of giggles.

Finally in his room he puts you on his bed towering over you once again starting a make out sesh.

—flashback—

Rafe and you were on the beach, walking along the sunset after you first date.

You guys went to an arcade in on the mainland so none one can spot you guys.

The date was fun, you never knew this side of Rafe or Rafe in general. The Rafe who let you win in air hockey, who helped you make baskets in basketball, the Rafe would spent all of his tickets on a stuff animal for you.

Everything the pouges describing him to be was far from this Rafe.

Did they have the right to say all those nasty things about him? Yes 100% but you never had it happen to you. The worst thing he’s ever done to you before this whole relationship happened was dirty looks, he never once said or did anything bad to you.

In a way you felt terrible, you were betraying your bestfriends. Yes you felt guilty, but boy were you in love. You hate to admit it, being in love let alone being in love with Rafe Cameron.

One kiss and you instantly metled.

The first being shared in the beach, where you and Rafe went after the ferry ride back.

It was a beautiful May sunset, the weather was finally warm enough for shorts on the beach. Obx winters felt way longer than anywhere els.

You were walking hand in hand with the stuffy you got. Rafe was sharing small stories of from his childhood.

“And so when Rose came out the bathroom she had hot pink hair and very orange skin! She looked like one of those troll dolls from the 90s.” He said laughing.

You guys then sat in a rock, in the between the long grass and daisys sprouted around.

“I remember this one time I manage to actually pull of a prank on jj” you laughs to yourself recalling the memories, Rafe tensing at the boys name but you never noticed.

“I blew up a shit ton of ballon’s and cut open a mattress and replace the insides with ballon’s and I also did it too his pillow. So I know jj jumps onto the bed everytime so the night when he went to sleep I was in the living room and we all heard the big pops and a uncanny high pitched scream from jj.” You say completely losing it.

“Oh so you’re one tough cookie huh?” He said playfuly while you trying to collecting yourself.

“Honestly I didn’t think it would work” you say looking at him.

You guys sat on the rock, waves crashing and the sunset creating the perfect warm atmosphere.

Rafe look down to your lips, you looking at his. His eyes looked into yours asking for permission without saying a word, you nodded and he started to move in closer.

You connected your lips with his.

The kiss sent electric waves downs your spine. Nothing els really matter, everything that once clouded your mind just melted away as you melted into him.

The taste of mint and lemonade.

The kiss was semi short, you both didn’t wanna part but the look in yours eyes made it seem worth it. Rafe swore he could’ve seen stars in yours eyes.

That was the first kiss of many.

Who knew mint could be such a sweet flavor.

— end of flashback—

You’re clothes are fully off, Rafes on top sliding two fingers in and out of you

“Taking my fingers so good Baby” he teased.

His favorite thing has to be fingering because he can’t get over how pathetic it is that you are clenching over practically nothing.

“More Rafe” you can barely get out. now with 4 fingers in.

Rafes pumping back and forth, lips on your breast sending chills down your spine.

As you get tighter and tighter Rafe takes note that you’re about to finish so he picks up his face and tugging on your nips to get you there quicker.

You let out whimpers trying to hold in your moans.

“Such a good girl.”

As you finally reach the first orgasam for the night you quickly grab Rafes free hand covering your mouth muffling the moan.

“Fuck Rafe” you say as he flips you guys over with you now on top.

You send trails of kissing down his body, grabbing his hard dick sliding your fingers over the tip.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look like this” you say as you staring going up and down his dick looking him in the eye.

“You should see my angle babe” he soft chuckles, buckling his hips.

“Needy” you say putting the lip in your mouth.

You’re head going up and down, trying to take his length in one hole. Reaching the tip you swirling your tounge on it looking up up Rafe that has a smirk on it watching you.

Your hands cupping his balls as Rafe throws his head back.

“Mhmmm fuck y/n” Rafe placing a hand on top of your head slowing pushing down.

“I wanna hear you.” He said as your start gagging.

Deep and deeper you get him both turning you on even more.

You press your legs together as his breathing starts getting more intense.

Before Rafe can finish he pulls you off, yanking you on him before putting it in.

“Remember not too lound princess.” He starts lowering you into his cock. The tip so red its pulsing.

You start to slide down his dick, your body feeling like it’s the first time again.

The way he stretches you out making your brain go numb.

“Oh fuck-” you say as your barely on it.

“Come on princess you can take it, you’ve done it before” he said as he guides your hips.

You moan as you completely take him in. Your hips connect to his, you take a minute to let your body adjust.

Soon your start moving up and down

The feeling of your tight pussy making Rafes mind go haywire.

The slow pace wasn’t enough so Rafe starts bucking his hips into you trying to make you go faster and taking note you did.

Rafe watched as your tits bounced, his hand reaching for your nipples as he begins to twist them.

Your moans being made into whimpers

The feeling of Rafe pelvis hitting your clit makes you go faster, the way his tips perfectly hitting your g spot.

But his length makes is tiring.

“Rafe help.” You pled.

Rafe lifs you up by your waist as he begins pounding you himself.

“Love it when I fuck you huh baby?” He says as he pounds you.

You’re knees began to weak as the familiar sensation that overtakes your body.

The way Rafe easily slides in and out, him being inside you feeling so normal. Like his dick was meant for you. Always surprised how it’s able to fit.

As you grab one of his pillows to drown out the moan messing he’s leaving you in, the tighter you get the more fast he is.

“Rafe..” you gulp as your legs shake.

“I know baby, cum with him.” He grunts.

You free a hand and begging rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, throwing the pillow to the side.

You bit on your lips to hold in the moans so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were gonna be bruised later.

Soon enough you reach your climax, legs shaking and giving up on as aquejen on Rafe as he shoots his load in you.

Both in sweaty and hot you fall into him.

Nothing if your body’s conlasping on the king size matress bento you.

You roll off of him trying to catch your breath, with him doing the same with grunts in the middle.

You look at him admiring the high he gave you before he also turns to look at you.

You let out a little giggle before he pulls you in laying together.

“Are you still jealous of jj now?.”

“Oh shut it.”

-time skip-

You wake up in the king size bed if Rafe, the sheets smelling like him.

As you turn to reach for the boy you're met with nothing.

You began to grab your phone, as you reach for it there's a note

Ran out for breakfast princess, your clothes are in the dresser.

You turn to look around a spot a brand new dresser you've never seen before. How the hell did you miss that.

Hope you like it, it has a built in jewelry storage :)

Damn you Rafe. Time like these you wished your friends saw.

You get up and throw a shirt on that you found on the floor.

You open up the drawers you see he organizated it himself. On the top is your undergarments, then tops, bottoms and PJs (the clothes you took from him)

You grab a pair of clothes which included a new Victoria secret set and head to take a shower.

As you stand under the waterfall showerhead, you can't help but what your friends are doing right now.

You grab the Redken shampoo Rafe bought and lather your hair. The only way you could afford it is if you bought it at tj maxx.

Soon you're out, you change and as you began brushing your teeth you get a text.

Rafe 🕶️: Hey just ran into Jj

Rafe 🕶️ : I think we should wait a little longer to break the news

You sigh.

You: Rafe what did you do.

Rafe 🕶️: lets just say he needs to think before he makes a comment on my girl.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

I literally hate writing smut 👎

Sorry for the long awaited pt2

Please ignore any typos 💁

[deathbealady]

This is going to be a sort of incomplete bunch of thoughts, but:

I know that the 500+ year age gap between Feyre and Rhysand is like, Not Good, but I think a huge factor in why Feysand manages to work is because despite his big age, Rhysand’s mental/emotional maturity is not much more evolved than Feyre. (The whole IC is kind of like this, in fact, but I’m not going to get into that rn)

Ultimately, I think Feyre and Tamlin couldn’t have worked out in the long run, because for all of his own faults and shortcomings, Tamlin as an individual was/is already much more mature than Feyre, and that’s a gap that’s hard to bridge.

As it is, Feyre has a gigantic chip on her shoulder as the youngest sister who lacked the education of her sisters, so I think there’s a lot to be said about the weird feelings of inferiority she likely had around Tamlin. Like, I think it’s part of why Feyre wouldn’t accept Tamlin’s offers to help her learn to read, but she accepted the lessons with Rhysand; it’s like she perceived Tamlin’s higher level of maturity as placing him above her, therefore his default state meant he was “looking down on her” even if that wasn’t the case. It’s similar to how she said Nesta as her older sister wouldn’t have deigned to help her learn to read. It’s also arguably part of why people see a lot more initial chemistry between Feyre and Lucien in ACOTAR. Feyre warmed up to Lucien faster because he was being snarky and a dick, and that was easier for her to navigate than the quiet brooding of Tamlin

Anyway, like Lucien in ACOTAR, Rhysand’s offers to help in ACOMAF were similarly snarky and kind of immature in a way that essentially was disarming for Feyre, so she was more inclined to accept his help. In this sense, Rhysand and Feyre are definitely equals, just perhaps not the way that SJM intended

[fsuna]

MODERN LOVE SONGS

⊹ ⋆˚ 𓏲 – minors dni. fem!reader. heavy smut. cucking. cheating. slight voyeurism. daddy kink. unprotected sex. oral (m & f). pussy talking. fingers in a-hole. consensual recording. not proofread. just random song lyrics + hq boys <3 masterlist. tokyo rev version otw.

wakatoshi. bokuto. osamu. atsumu. sakusa. suna. kenma. kuroo.

WAKATOSHI

"never thought i'd leave my kids until i left them in her mouth,"

toshis above you trailing breathless curses as he watches you suck him off threw his lashes- jaw painfully aching as you blow his big dick while he keeps a hand on the back of your head, fingertips coiling within your loose hair. a pinkish hue blushes across his cheeks while your mouth slowly invites his whole length in your throat, the button of your nose nuzzling against his pubs.

your eyes are watery from the countless times his swollen tip had poked at the back of your mouth, spit escaping out from the corners of your lips to run down to his balls. a laugh so sinful that can make you cum untouched from beneath your panties exits from toshi once he notices your signature glittery lip gloss smeared all over the base of his cock and your pigmented mascara plastered past your under eyes.

“such a doll, suckin’ my dick so motherfuckin’ good- missed getting your faced fucked, didn’t you?”

his cock begins to twitch against the walls of your tight throat, panting and swearing nonstop till he’s cumming all up in your mouth, warm semen brimming over to both your lips and chin giving him the best fucking sight he has ever seen.

BOKUTO

"yeah i heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft,"

raw dogs pussy from the back like it's the first time he's in one since the day he came out of one every. fucking. time. bo has your kneecaps dug deep in his king sized mattress- the tainted sounds of skin smacking plug your ears as he keeps a strong hand latched on your hip, rocking your lower back and forward against his pungent thrust. he's a tease too, you know- placing his two thumbs over your asshole to maul the nub just so he can feel your wet pussy clench and throb, his fat heavy balls slapping off your ass.

he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. gosh his dicks so fucking huge, it’s like he gets even bigger every time you see him, but it makes you so wet. so wet you don’t even need to use any form of lubricant for him to stuff you up.

and now he's fucked you so damn stupid that the strength to talk has vanished for you- firm hands setting painful slaps on your naked ass before squeezing it sorely, making sure you'll be able to feel the flaming sensation his gigantic palms left on your bum for the next few days whenever you try to sit. you love it though- in love with how he stretches you out, making you feel so fucking full.

“yeah, you love that, don’t ya, pretty baby? ‘bouta fill this pussy up cause daddy knows that’s what ya want,”

SAKUSA

"you can call her phone and i'll probably answer,”

to him, the timing of this phone call couldn't have been more perfect- knowing you're so so close by the way your velvety walls pulsate against his hard cock on repeat.

“pick it up, baby. your man's callin' you. don't wanna ignore him now do we?”

a real meanie. takes it upon himself to answer your boyfriends phone call, picking up your phone before pressing the speaker button so you talk to the poor guy while he continues to fuck the literal living breathing shit right out of you. right on top of the shared bed with your boyfriend.

god he wants to laugh so freaking badly- pulling out of your messy hole dangerously slow only to pound back inside you with no word other then a sinning grin while he gives your tits a paining smack loud enough for your boyfriend to catch it crystal clear.

"we'll then, pretty? go head and tell him how kiyoomi fuckin' sakusas made you his bitch and you're about to cum all over his big cock, or i'm tellin' him myself."

couple seconds later he’s got you creaming all on his length as your boyfriend from the other line hears you have the most phenomenal, toe curling, life changing, spine tingling orgasm you've ever faced.

AKAASHI

“she callin’ me daddy, i’m somebodies father,”

keijis got your wimpy legs draped over his shoulders, his sweat lined forehead kissing your own as he watches your pretty face expressions shift while your pussy hustles to lure in every inch of his big dick in.

but now he's just as fucked out as you are- hips rutting against yours with more desperation each time- moans becoming more winded once he’s sure he's close to filing you up to the brim. he’s fucked you so good your brains turned into mush, little yelps slipping from your parted lips as you feel every last ragged vein located on his dick draw against your delicate walls.

“fuck- love your cock so much, daddy! don’t want you to stop!

your holding onto his biceps, the tips of your acrylics jagged in his bare flesh as he reaches all of your sensitive points till your poor ol’ cunt milks him dry, womb filling up with his cum before he’s fucking another one in you right after.

“and i fucking love this cunt, angel. want you to be a good girl and take daddys cock one more round for me,”

SUNA

"she came for me twice, i didn't even nut for her once, you know i'm a pleaser,”

the perfect mixture of sweetheart and asshole during sex. when he finds the need, he’ll be a fucking sadist. but he knows how to please you the right way.

rintarōs number one concern is for you to cum. and if he can make it happen more then once before he’s shooting his own load in either one of your holes, then he will.

he looses it once he feels your dripping cunt squeeze him in, hips bucking up and rocking in you harder and harder. just after two orgasms you were awfully cum drunk, eyes crossing ‘n rolling back while he’s got your tits bouncing back and forth as your almost exploding-grip on his varsity team t-shirt tightens.

sunas dragging dreamy moans and whimpers from you as he sinks in his cock deep in your tummy. he cant tear his gaze off the way your puffy folds are sprawled around his dick, sticky body stiffening once his stomach coils from the familiar feeling of his orgasm edging him.

but he doesn’t wanna give in just yet. especially since he’s sure you’re not far yourself from reaching your high once more.

“shit- ‘got the tightest little pussy. think you can cum for me jus’ one more time, angel? c’mon, know you got it in ya, wanna see you cream on me again,”

KUROO

"we gon' make a movie like ray jay and kim kardash,"

bouncing in his strong lap, kuroos iphone’s blocking half of his face as he focuses on recording his pretty girl getting herself off on his cock- filming how desperate you are for his cum while he words the dirtiest things known to man behind that phone of his.

gives your tits a couple smacks before he’s toying with your nipples, wet cunt pulsating around his length once you feel his cold fingertips on your skin. it felt like your pussy was being slip into half- your little hole always striving to compromise to his monstrous size no matter how many times it’s been fucked by his cock.

“soo pretty- my girl wanted to ride me on camera tonight. ‘missed this cute cunt, baby. all fucking mine,”

your sore hips are grinding on his dick, teary eyes closed tightly as you feel all those inches he’s packing inside what really felt like your literal gut. he was near to pulling your first orgasm of that night, cocktip piercing your cervix once you seat back down nice and slow on him one last time till your cums caking his throbbing length- phone getting inches close to your messy cunt that was sparkling from your sweet arousal.

“god look at that shit. f-fucking hell- you gonna make me cum, sweetheart, wanna fill you up so badly,”

OSAMU & ATSUMU

"that p get devoured, told my brother she ours,”

the heavy weight of osamus cock stretches your suffering pussy out, spasming walls never failing to make his dick feel blissed out inside your wet cunt. he can't take his eyes away from it either, watching how his mesmerizing pussy takes all of him in in one piece, your finger nails embellishing his firm back with pigmented scratches.

"look at you, taking ‘samu like a fuckin' champ. wet ass pussy leakin' all over the place. been that desperate for a cock up in you, huh?"

his hips grind up into your cunt, brushing over your cervix as you beg him to keep fucking you harder and harder- to which your wish becomes granted, skin slapping being the only thing heard as he coils your insides till you're completely slurring your words.

the blonde twins got his fingers invading your drooling mouth, chocking your small throat roughly with his middle and index, spit dribbling down your chin while the other twins hips thrust upwards uncontrollably- his tip scarping the sore point inside you.

his cocks so deep inside you it almost burns, making you feel so full. osamus emphasizing each and every praise he voices with a savage thrust, his sweaty abdomen tensing up from your pretty cunt pulsating.

your mouth's falling open dramatically once he lines your hole livid white, squealing noises of your sloppy pussy drowning in his ears while he fucks into you as his slit clears out his cum.

"such a needy slut for my cock. goin' all dumb after a quick fuck. now get up 'n let ‘tsumu fuck all this cum back in ya,"

KENMA

"then you'll end up sittin' all over my bottom lip, baby,"

eats you slowly cause he's sooo in love with your pussy. always savoring your aroma with each kiss and lick he plants on your fluttering folds. loves whispering praises sweet as candy knowing it only gets you wetter and wetter. his pink tongue swirls over your clit, slurping up your addictive arousal as you pull at his two toned strands from above, his hungry moans buzzing against your precious folds.

"holy shit you’re so wet, i make you feel good huh, princess? mmm- taste so fucking good, could eat this cute pussy every single day,”

converses directly with your pussy cause duh? she's got lips too yk- watching your glossy slick spill to your weakened thighs whenever he says something absolutely vile as his head stays buried between your two legs.

groans against your pounding sex as his finger travels to your clit, circulating at it to draw you closer to your orgasm- and you know his gamer fingers are fucking peerless. nothing will ever compare to the way he fucks up into your small hole with them, the tips trailing against your walls as his versed thumb rubs at your clit till he's got you pulling a picasso- painting his pretty fucking face with your cum before he gives you the same treatment back in return.

© FSUNA

[wxnheart]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡, '𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤' 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Okay, so maybe your lovers are protective and jealous. And maybe you're a little jealous and protective yourself but y'all can't help it. It's human nature, y'know? Of course, it can get a little out of hand. A little. Blame König for that.

But of course, Simon blames you for enabling him. And you blame Simon for enabling you both. Such is love. At least you're willing to admit out loud, GHOST, that you find your lovers' protectiveness sexy. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, GHOST.

Anywho, back to your observations. Ever since you three became an item, the steps Ghost and König took to keep you safe have always fascinated you.

Of course, you're more than capable of protecting yourself but it doesn't matter. The way they see it, they're just that extra layer you need.

For example, when you're on the sidewalk, you're in the middle. Always. No, Schatz, stay away from the road.

And sometimes, one is trailing behind you and the other is in front of you. Does you a world of good when there are a lot of people out and about. And they may or may not be watching the way your hips and ass move whenever you walk.

König got really worried once when you three got 'lost' doing some routine shopping. He practically bear-hugged you when you three met back up again (when you got back home that is).

Simon is admittedly not as high-strung as König and he does his best to keep the bastard calm. He tends to flip shit internally, though.

König has what he calls his 'Schatzi Sense' ("...What the fuck?" <- Simon) and so when his Schatzi Sense is tingling, he suspects something is amiss and, if he's away, will reach out. To date, they've been pretty accurate... when it comes to Ghost that is.

Speaking of jealousy and would-be suitors, well... Simon's got König beat. He can get a bit (read: a lot) asshole-ish when he gets jealous.

However, König's anxiety goes out the window and he becomes that really gigantic, intimidating motherfucker staring the poor bastard down from a distance, stone-faced as hell. You've witnessed this before. He didn't blink. Not once. What the fuck?

Ghost will usually stare in heavy death metal and make some asshole remark. If that doesn't work (why can't the idiot read the room and realize you're happily taken?!), he'll just get real close in their personal space. Real.Close. And will stare them down until they back off. Stupid bastard.

König has been known to carry your ass away, too, fireman's style. Simon is usually trailing behind in case the motherfucker needs a reminder that you belong to THEM. May or may not have done this to Simon a couple times, too, and Ghost.exe stopped working. His dick got hard as fuck, though.

You thought having a badass-looking dog would keep the suitors at bay but if anything, it's done the opposite. Little Lola can't help that she's so cute everybody wants to pet her. Goes doubly so because her ears aren't cropped.

They will fight for your honor outside, preferably in the alleyway (because fighting in a public bathroom would be nasty as fuck). If 'come outside, we just wanna talk' were people, they would be it.

There's a local bar you three like to chill at. One time, a patron sent a drink your way. Simon took it, downed it in one go, and afterward stared the patron down, daring him to do that shit again.

[leviathanspain]

If you want to could you write a roman roy x reader? I think fluff would be nice but honestly anything you choose to write would be great. Thank you!

saving all my love

roman roy x reader

synopsis: a snippet of your life with roman roy, the love of your life

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“i simply don’t understand why-“ your argument with an overseas investor was coming to a close. you had fought valiantly to keep the deal, but the investor was stubborn. you turned from the gigantic window where you had been directing your comments at, to see your husband approaching your office.

“you know what?” your words bounced off out into the hall just as roman opened the door. you threw your hands up, “fuck you!” you screamed, grabbing your earpiece and throwing it onto the ground.

“hey ro-“ you glanced up slightly before slamming a heel over your earpiece. you stomped on it a few times, for good measure. “piece of shit-“ you spat, a sense of calm washing over you.

roman had a smile on his face as he draped himself onto your office couch. “that was so fucking hot.” his fingers trailed a path on the couch, “i wish you’d stomp on me like you did that earpiece..” he dramatized a moan and you laughed, smacking his arm.

“down, boy.” you gave him a look before pursing your lips, “i’m not that upset-“

“clearly.” he remarked, eyes shifting to the shattered piece of tech on your carpet. rolling your eyes, you continued, “we’ll get more investors. we always do.” you faked a smile and roman scoffed, “that’s the spirit!”

you chuckled weakly, “it’s not funny, roman..” you let out a small sigh, “it’s just hard.” no one ever said this job was easy. when you had first started at waystar, before you even laid eyes on roman, you had been warned of the roy family and their ‘vicious tempers’. you easily navigated the family, but corporate america wasn’t as easy.

you sat beside him on the couch. a feeling of vulnerability washed over you and you put your head on his shoulder. roman grabbed you, pulling you into him tightly, “you know you don’t have to work, right? you can useless at home, waiting for me to come home from work and pump you full of babies.” he teased, a finger poking your cheek.

you laughed, “as if you wouldn’t like that.” you looked at him coyly, and roman shrugged, “i just don’t like to see you stressed, that’s all.” there was something sweet about his words that made you tear up a bit. you kissed his cheek, before going back to resting your head on his shoulder.

“greg?” the lanky, towering man seemed to shrink just as you spoke. you cut him off in the middle of his unsolicited pitch to roman. he had been rambling for an hour, roman clearly uninterested but per your request, didn’t scare him off. although greg amused you, he was insufferable.

“yeah?” he looked down at you, and anxiously waited for you to speak.

you shifted your head in roman’s lap slightly, a hand reaching up to pull your sunglasses down a bit, “please find another dick to suck, i’ve already called dibs on this one.” you gripped roman’s thigh, earning a crude little comment from roman as greg stared in disbelief.

roman raised his eyebrows, “go on, egg boy.” he waved a hand to greg, who mumbled slightly before walking off.

roman looked down at you just as greg walked away, “talking about sucking dicks-“

you sighed, “i’m in my bikini sunbathing ro, maybe tonight-“ you never got little vacations like these. even if these getaways with only family and those close meant that waystar was in more shit, you still enjoyed them.

roman smirked, “i wasn’t talking about sucking mine. but since you’re offering-“ you laughed, nudging him back on track.

just as roman was about to speak, the only daughter of the roy family approached. she had a glass of champagne in her hand, and a pair of sunglasses sat on her head. shiv was modest, even on vacation she wore some kind of suit or romper.

“i never see her like this.” she looked at roman, a small smile as she looked down at you, “unless you’re with my brother. remind me again why you married him?”

you smirked, looking up at roman before giving an answer, “i just love a man who’s good with his hands.” shrugging slightly as you gave your answer, you adjusted yourself before going back to your sunbathing.

roman lifted his hands at shiv, nodding, “oh yeah! mhm!” he kissed his hands and tipped his head back for a little laugh.

shiv rolled her eyes, stepping back slightly, “i’m just saying, you could do so much better.” she paused to look at you, and you didn’t say anything but smile, as if you were following her joke. but it was nothing short of a jab to roman.

you loved roman, and it was horrible that everyone always tried to make you think otherwise. it was always the same argument with your own family at christmas, who thought you weren’t good enough for someone with deep, deep pockets like roman. but none of that had mattered enough to make you rethink your marriage.

roman waited until his sister had been far away enough to speak, “i got a little surprise for you.” his voice got a little sing songy and you laughed, “what is it?” you sat up, raised an eyebrow as you whirled around to face him.

roman leaned back into the seat, thrusting his pelvis out, “show me how bad you wanna know.”

you rolled your eyes and smacked his leg, “i’ll cut it off if you don’t tell me.”

“ouch, baby.” he joked, before pulling you into his arms, bringing his mouth close to your ear, “i got you a new investor. even richer than the last.”

you couldn’t help a little gasp, “are you serious?!” you looked at his face, eyes searching in his eyes until roman nodded, “mhmmmm!”

you squealed, “oh my god, roman! you’re literally the fucking best-“ you kissed him roughly, pulling away to whisper in his ear, “whatever you want tonight, i’ll fucking do it baby. anything.” you trailed your tongue down the shape of his ear and he shuddered, letting out a low whistle, “you’ve already married without a prenup, y/n.”

you pulled back and smiled widely, “i love you so much, roman roy.”

[bookofmirth]

Can I ask who's side you were on from the Ember bonus chapter? Or are you kind of neutral on it?

Oof this is so complex, anon. This is going to be so long. And I doubt that this conversation will be settled any time soon.

I wouldn't say that I am neutral because I have Thoughts and Feelings, but I think Rhys and Nesta both had good points and did dumb things. I know this post leans in Nesta's favor, but it's not anti anyone. It's more my thoughts about how complex the situation was, and why I think people did the things they did, what was motivating them. Let me explain:

Should Nesta have consulted someone about giving the mask to Bryce, even just to borrow it? Yeah, I think she should have. I knew that she had done that prior to having read the bonus chapter, and in the back of my head I thought it was so... weird for her to have given this important object of power to Bryce without asking for anyone else's opinion? I felt like I was missing some context, like why does Nesta just hold onto these objects all the time and do with them what she wills? Guess my unease was right, because other characters do NOT like how she handles the trove.

The stakes from Nesta being wrong about this were insanely, astronomically high. And "astronomical" isn't even a metaphor in this case, it's literal. She wasn't wrong, but that is a huge, gigantic, ridiculous risk to have taken. Everyone in acotar knows that the Daglan/Asteri are the beings who oppressed them thousands of years ago, and now they have proof in Bryce's arrival that the Daglan are still up to their old tricks. For the Daglan to then have these objects of immense power, potentially?? OOF. And Nesta is newer to the fae world, she may not fully grasp the gravity of the situation, so she probably wasn't working with complete understanding of the implications.

I mentioned that the group chat has been ACTIVE on this topic, and @areyoudreaminof (I think it was Kelsey, if not correct me) said that perhaps Nesta was thinking that by doing this, she could help humans in some way. Maybe not the humans she grew up with, but somewhere, Nesta thought, maybe she could do something good for other people who are effectively powerless. So I understand why Nesta did it. This was also after she had spent a bunch of time with Bryce, they learned about each other's worlds, and I think they had attained a sort of understanding.

Also side note, but people didn't trust Nesta with Made objects in acosf either and that was condescending as fuck - maybe she didn't want to be just as shitty to Bryce as everyone had been towards her. I get why people don't trust them with these objects, but in a way it comes down to underestimating them and not understanding their intentions.

Was Rhys right to have lost his mind about the mask going to another world? Absolutely. The Night Court is his responsibility, which means that everything that happens there ultimately falls to him. His fears about the Daglan invading again have been real since he saw Aelin falling through the sky. He's been thinking about these very real threats for a while. Merrill is researching other worlds and although this hasn't been confirmed, I feel like she was brought there for that reason? To give him answers? Whether or not that's true, Rhys is the High Lord and the fact that some of the most powerful objects in their possession were off galavanting in another world without his knowledge, in a way that could literally lead to the destruction of their world - Rhys being understanding and nice about it in this situation would be totally unrealistic.

Rhys has also Been Through It in terms of war, court politics, fae bullshit. He has a much better grasp of what the consequences could be if Made objects get into the wrong hands. His fears aren't hypothetical, they are very real.

HOWEVER - was Rhys right to have treated Nesta the way that he did? Absolutely fucking not. I am honestly so sick of him being a dick to Nesta just because of shit she's done to other people. Not to him. It was so hard to read descriptions of Nesta's body language when they came back into the scene, after their fight. "Nesta's shoulders tensing, her head bowing". For Nesta to have been so thoroughly chastised by someone who already has a history of treating her like shit, it made me so mad. For Nesta, who has gone through so much growth and made so many strides to not hate herself, to regain confidence and better awareness of herself, to have been made to feel small - it makes me so, so mad honestly.

The thing is, we don't actually know the content of their argument, what Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel said to Nesta. All we have gotten thus far is the aftermath. Maybe Rhys tried to be tactful and then Nesta pushed his buttons, as she's done in the past. All we know is how Nesta acts afterwards, which doesn't make me feel charitable in terms of how Rhys handled it.

I think - and again I'll need to read more of the context of this fight which I assume we will see in acotar5 - but I think that one of the main reasons Rhys was pissed off and reacted the way he did was because of his ego (and fear, even if it's justifiable). He's so used to calling all the shots, to having everything under control, that I think he's not used to anyone else having power on the same level as him. Power in this sense refers to authority, the ability for other people to make these kinds of decisions without consulting him. He's used to being the Big Man in Charge and Nesta is clearly a threat to that. This is all my headcanon/assumptions about how he's feeling, but... I'd be surprised if I'm off the mark, based on his past behaviors and the way he makes executive decisions without consulting the IC, who ostensibly exist in order to support him.

Basically, I think that Nesta was on shaky ground in letting Bryce borrow the mask even though it did turn out okay in the end, but Rhys was wrong for acting out the way that he did.

This is only somewhat related to your actual question, but I think that this is one of the scenes that we will see in acotar5, made possible by having Azriel's POV, him as the main character.

[frownyalfred]

You brought this upon yourself, Res.

it's late evening and bruce has taken the rare chance to relax in the gigantic pool that/jacuzzi that he's got bc he's rich enough to buy the entire solar system

clark and diana are with him too, enjoying themselves and splashing around in the water. they try to get bruce to join them but he refuses so after a bit they gang up against him and push him into the shallow end.

they hold him down under the water but it's fine bc he's batman and he can hold his breath for longer than a normal person can

but eventually the lack of oxygen gets to him and he starts to struggle a bit, but diana and clark don't let him bc they forget he's, well, y'know, human

bruce is getting light-headed and is about to pass out when the two realize he's actually drowning and pull him out. he's breathing heavily and the two are apologizing profusely but he's got the biggest blush on his face and they realize he's hard

joke's on you. I gave him a strength kink. after all, how many people has he met that are stronger than him? (that are not villains or his children)

diana takes advantage of this. starts dirty-talking him. tells him about how good he was and praises him for staying under the water for so long. "that's my bat-boy." she says. he whimpers 🥺

clark runs his hands down his sides, pressing his face into bruce's shoulders, nibbling a bit at his collarbone. bruce melts into his arms, shivering at the treatment.

diana kisses him, making him every more light-headed than he already was. he kisses back against her desperately, eager for more.

bruce moans, bucking up against her. she grins menacingly, reaching down to grab his election through his swimming trunks, teasing him.

bruce begs for her to touch him before she shushes him, telling him she calls the shots here. clark kisses him next, reaching down to grab his ass, a vague promise of what will happen next.

diana reaches into his shorts, grabbing his dick and pulling it out. she strokes it with feather-light touches, calmly listening to his whimpers and whines as she pleasures him.

"clark, take over?" she asks attaching herself to bruce's nipples. clark's firm grip is wider and stronger than her's, stroking bruce faster than diana did.

bruce is very loud at this point.

"shhh." clark croons. "don't want anyone hearing, do you? aren't the kids still around?" he shuts bruce up with his mouth.

bruce is holding on buy a thread now. diana reaches down and prods at his hole, gently pushing in shallowly, aware of the lack of lube.

bruce cums, seeing stars. he's laying limp against clark, who chuckles, holding him close.

"we're not done yet, bruce." He says.

Do I continue???

Okay anon 👀 I see you. I don’t think I’ve ever run into a drowning kink before but I can see where you’re going.

If you want to write it, you should! There’s a dearth of superwonderbat fics out there.

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 39)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+ for brief giantess sex scene; vulgar language

Word Count: 1.9k

------ Chapter 39: Reflection ------

Ever since Bianca had been snubbed by Ray, and insulted by her brother, she had wallowed in the mess of her own making. She isolated herself from the rest of her family and the servants, receding into her private chambers whenever possible. She was further offended when nobody seemed to care about her absence, not even her father. She became moody and depressed and took out her feelings vindictively on her tiny man-slaves, especially Cesar, since he had also slighted her. Rather than reflect, she doubled down on indulging her selfish desires. 

After a particularly rough day, she chose Cesar for a session of furious masturbation before bed. She grabbed him out of the human enclosure, flopped down on her bed, and slid him up the soft skin of her thigh under her dress, until he was pressed against her hot, wet genitals. She grinded her dripping pussy on him, rubbed him all over her clit, and shoved him up inside her hole, plunging him in and out to stimulate herself. She wanted to feel something pleasurable, anything, in the endless wasteland of despair. Cesar emptied his balls inside her with alacrity as he thrust his hard dick against the slick inner walls of her vagina. Despite his dislike of the spoiled princess as a person, he couldn’t deny that she was physically hot as hell, and he enjoyed having sex with her, even if he was just being used like a dildo. 

When she was done, she fished him out from under her dress and released him back with the other two in the dollhouse. Cesar, soaked in fluid, marched over to Graham and dropped a slimy object into his lap. Graham jolted back. “Eww! Cesar, what the fuck is that?” 

“Your glasses,” he replied simply. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“Nope. They were stuffed up inside her pretty deep.” 

“Ugh. I don’t know if I want them anymore…” Graham pinched the spectacles with revulsion between two fingers and held them out at arm’s length. “It’s not worth it, even to see clearly again. What am I going to be looking at anyways, other than that gigantic cunt?” He squinted. “Looks like the lenses are broken anyways. No surprise there.” He tossed them away in the corner with disgust. 

Plaintive whimpers began to emanate from the giantess’s bed. Gio rolled his eyes with the upmost contempt. “Oh boy, here we go again. No sleep for us tonight.” He groaned and rubbed his face as her moans escalated into lugubrious wails. “I wish she’d just get it out of her system and shut up already.” 

Cesar shrugged and went to take a hot bath. His brain was buzzing with the pleasant dopamine of erotic release. He dunked himself in the water and washed off the thick coat of goop with a copious quantity of soap. As he dried himself off, he listened to Bianca’s full-bodied sobs, magnified by her huge size. He shook his head and rejoined the others in the bedroom. Gio and Graham had cotton stuffed in their ears and pillows clamped over their heads to drown out the deafening howls as they tried to sleep.  

Cesar sighed and looked out the glass wall to the massive bed. The giantess was facing away from him with her face buried in her arms, bare ass sticking up in the air as her dress rode up her waist. She was, quite frankly, pathetic. She’d been inconsolable for almost a week now, bawling her eyes out every day and night. The men had hardly gotten any sleep, with her constant need to take out her anguish on them and sulk in her room. 

He massaged his face with a grunt, pressing his fingertips into his eyelids. He always had a soft spot for women, especially hot women, even if they were insufferable. He was fully aware of his tendency to think with the wrong head, but he was regrettably incorrigible in this regard. He figured it would be in everyone’s best interest if he at least got her to stop crying. He inhaled deeply, then shouted as loud as he could project his voice, “BIANCA!” 

Gio and Graham stiffened, peering out from under their pillows. Bianca cringed and her sobs halted, reduced to pathetic sniffles. She slowly raised her head and turned around, her eyes swollen and puffy. “Huh?” 

“Let’s talk.” 

Bianca raised herself into a sitting position, repositioning her dress with humiliation around her legs. “What?” 

“Take me out of here so we can talk face-to-face.” 

Bianca blew her nose with a tissue and wiped the nonstop leakage from her tear ducts. “Why? You hate me, just like everyone else. What’s the point?” 

Cesar planted his hands on his hips with exasperation. “Would you just do it, woman?! You always have to make everything so difficult!” 

The princess huffed but opened the roof. The two others cowered in their beds as she lowered her enormous hand to collect the fearless man. She deposited him in her lap, wrapping her fingers around him and tousling his curly locks, still damp from his bath, with an elegant fingertip. As annoyed as Cesar was with her constant immaturity, abandoning her felt wrong. He settled down on her squishy, plump thigh. “What’s this about?” 

“Bianca, I know you’re upset that nobody likes you. But have you stopped to consider why that is? For even a second?” 

Bianca gritted her teeth. “Because they’re all jerks.” 

“No, girl! You’re missing the point!” Cesar protested. He paused to collect his thoughts, massaging his temples with irritation. “Did you know how excited I was, to come out and meet you for the first time? I volunteered to be here. Chester rejected me because of my subpar taste, but I hitched a ride on Leon’s ankle and made it here anyways. I put in a lot of effort, you know.” 

“Yeah, so?” 

“So? I wanted to believe you, the beautiful and regal giantess, were everything that I imagined in my wildest fantasies. And at first, you were. Smoking hot, horny, and huge. You drove me wild.” 

Bianca smirked. “Yeah. I remember.” She tickled him teasingly with her fingers. Cesar pushed her hand away. 

“But then... I saw how you treated Graham and Gio.” Her smile faded. “I saw your indifference to their suffering, your selfishness, your petulant whining when you didn’t get your way. I saw how your father coddled you and poisoned you to be a horrible person. It was... disappointing, to say the least. You’re not the woman I hoped you would be.” 

If Bianca had heard him so brashly proclaim those blunt judgements a few days ago, she would’ve hurled him across the room at the wall for his audacity. Now, however, she could only avert her gaze with shame. He was right, of course, and she knew it. Everyone knew it. She couldn’t deny that everything he said was true, as much as it hurt to acknowledge it. 

“Why are you saying all this to me?” she snapped defensively. “Just to hurt me more?” She tensed up with rising anger, but then slumped down on the bed instead, scooping Cesar off her lap and drawing him closer to her chest. She didn’t have the energy to retaliate. 

“No, of course not,” Cesar responded. He set his small hand on one of her fingers curling around him. “I want you to understand, you’re not powerless to change. You CAN become a better person. I want you to be better. I believe in you!” 

Bianca sighed. “I... I don’t know,” she admitted. 

Cesar showed off his pearly whites in a dazzling smile. “It’s not so hard, girl! Start with little things. Be more considerate of the thoughts and feelings of others. Be nice! You’d be surprised. It’s easier than you think. You can’t change the past, and undo what you’ve done, but you can make different choices moving forward.” 

“I guess,” the princess mumbled. 

“Just try, okay? It’s preferable to locking yourself away in your room all day and wallowing in self-pity, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah. I guess so.” She shrugged. 

“I‘ll help you,” Cesar assured her, still smiling. “We’ll get through this together!” 

“Well... okay.” Bianca softened, touched by his empathy. She hadn’t given him any good reason to show kindness towards her, yet he was putting forth the effort to reassure her, even if he didn’t actually like her that much. She appreciated the gesture, especially when everyone else had shunned her. “I’ll try.”  

She wrapped her hands around him tighter and held him to her buxom chest in a hug. She was amused when she saw him blush, despite the fact that he’d literally been inside her in the heat of passion not long ago. She supposed this was quite a different type of intimacy, more tender and sweet. She liked how he made her feel. She felt in control, and not quite so powerless, when she had a tiny man to hold. He was the only one on her side right now. 

The giantess rotated so she was lying on her back, with Cesar perched on her breasts, sheltered by her hand. “It wasn’t always like this, you know,” she reminisced with misty eyes. “I wasn’t always like this.” 

“Oh?” Cesar listened, curious. 

“I had a dashing man who loved me, once,” she continued. “He was one of the servants, not of noble birth, but goodness was he handsome! And funny, and charming, and charismatic, with a blinding smile and the most enchanting blue eyes I’ve ever seen! I have a weakness for those...” She grimaced, briefly, as she was reminded of Ray. 

“But anyways, we engaged in a steamy love affair. I lost my virginity to him. He was my first true love. I adored him, and he cherished me, of course. We were star-crossed lovers. However...” She winced with pain at the distasteful memory. “Daddy found out. He was furious. He disposed of him by publicly beheading him, and forced me to watch him die. He threatened the other male servants with the same fate if they so much as looked at me funny. After that... none of the men wanted to be anywhere near me. I was devastated and bitter, and I felt very alone and unwanted, long after he was gone.” 

“How tragic,” Cesar commented. He rubbed her thumb gently to console her, while ensconced in the curve of her hand. 

“I must confess, I didn’t respond to the whole incident in the... healthiest of ways,” she admitted. “I have my pride, you know? My royal bearing. I didn’t want anyone to think I was going soft, or that I had serious feelings for this man, least of all my father. I pretended like nothing bothered me. I hardened my heart, so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. I didn’t want to bond with anyone else, for fear of losing them. I think... that was a mistake.” 

“I see. Understandable, I suppose.” 

“I just want to be loved,” Bianca expressed. “Is that too much to ask?” 

Cesar winked at her and patted her finger. “Not at all. You just need to work on yourself first.” 

“Mm,” Bianca affirmed. “You’re right.” Somehow, the hollowness inside her didn’t feel quite so empty anymore. She held on to Cesar, who relaxed on the gigantic plush pillows of her boobs as they gently rose and fell with her breathing. She resolved to do better. What did she have to lose, after all? She eventually fell asleep with Cesar laying on top of her. For the first night in days, she slept well.

Chapter 40

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#388

“Hey Larry, so this is the faggot I texted you about.  He was lost a couple nights ago and came knocking on my door…. 

“Get this!  I’m watching my porn—you know the five-on-one gangbang of that Russian bitch.  She’s about 5 feet, and each of the guys are like fucking linebackers, and each with gigantic cocks.  They are smacking her around and shoving their cocks into her holes whether or not there’s already a dick in there.  At one time she had two cockheads in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her shitter.  The fifth guy was fucking her tits.  I love her.

“I’m going to town on my cock.  The bottle of lotion almost empty.  It’s an all night pud pounding session for sure.  Then there’s a knock at the door.  It’s eleven-thirty at night!  I pull up my shorts, that’s the only I have on. 

“I open the door and this faggot is standing there soaking wet; it had stopped raining then.  And he tells me he ran out of gas with his dead phone, and he was walking to get help.  He came across the Miller Road bridge; it was washed out.  He thought the Reed River was shallow.  Fucker got swept away.  He was walking around for hours before he found my road and me. 

“All the while he’s telling me this, he keeps staring at my hard-on tenting in my shorts.  You know that once I get a hard-on going, that it takes a long time for it to go down.  Well it was rock hard, and I didn’t care.

“So when the fag asked if I would help him, I grabbed my cock through my shorts and demanded, ‘Strip!’  I walked back to my chair and shouted, ‘Leave your wet faggy clothes on the steps and get in here and give me some head.’  The bitch did just that.  You know how hard it is for me to find a good woman who knows how to blow my fat hog.  This faggot throated me without any struggling.  He was taking me the way that Russian bitch was taking those five men in the video. 

“Just like she was getting slapped, I decided to give that a try.  Oh my god, here watch this.

“I just snap my fingers and point down, and there, just like that, the faggot comes over and kneels in front of me.

“This cocksucker can take one slap after another.  And I’m not holding back.  I’m giving him way worse than I used to hit Paula.  For her it was one slap.  I’ve already given him a dozen swats here.  But listen to what he says when I stop….

“Did you hear that?  The faggot said, ‘Thank you Sir.’  Can you believe that?  It’s grateful for me treating it like shit.  No matter what I do to him, he’s game.

“In the video after the guys nutted on her face and tits, they pissed on her.  I thought, well why not.  I pushed him off my cock.  I grabbed him by his hair and dragged him out of the trailer.  I pushed him out and he fell to the ground.  I went up to him and started pissing on his face.  And the faggot tried to catch it in his mouth!  He wanted to drink my piss.

“Watch this.  All I have to do is take out my cock and aim it at his mouth and he opens up his toilet mouth.  Oh man this is nice.  When I get done with his mouth, give him a try. 

“So, the other night, when I first pissed on him, it was a long piss, and I was pissing through a hard on.  After I was done, I kicked him.  He recoiled, but in doing so he had his ass up in the air.  It reminded me of the Russian porn star.  I had a hard on, and I just did it.  I shoved my fat cock and fucked the faggot hard.  I could tell he wasn’t ready.  It’s a good thing that the closest neighbors are half a mile away.  He was screaming like a bitch. 

“After I unloaded my balls into his shitter, threw him into Angel’s old kennel, gave him a blanket, and locked the cage.  There was no way I was going to have a stray fag in my trailer while I’m asleep. 

“You want to use his toilet mouth?  You have been telling me that I should get a good woman and have a faggot on the side to fuck.  You have that now, right?  You ever encounter a piss drinker or one you can slap around?...

“Let him suck on you afterwards.

“So yesterday morning, I took his car keys from his stuff I locked away and went looking for his car.  Found it fairly easy.  Yeah, he was telling the truth; he was out of gas.  I went through his bags.  It looks like he was driving to Chicago for that leather convention.  I brought back his suitcases, mostly full of toys.  I don’t know what the hell half of them do.  A number of dildoes.  The one that’s in his shitter right now is one with a dog tail on the other end.

“He told me he’s into something called ‘puppy play’.  I told him that he’s not fucking my dogs.  He told me he likes being treated as a dog and that being thrown into the kennel was a dream come true.  He put on this hood in the shape of a dog, and I couldn’t stop laughing.  I told him I would treat him like a dog, just without the mask.  I told him that he’ll be kept naked except for the dog tail.  I told him that I just wish that I didn’t have to look at his pecker. 

“And you know what he did?  He took out this tiny contraption.  It’s on his pecker right now.  It keeps his junk locked up so he can’t play with it or even get hard.  Look at it! There’s a padlock on it.  The faggot gave me the key!.  Never even thought of anything like this was even done. 

“Back on my dick.

“He was going to go to Chicago for the week, but he said that he would rather stay here with me and be treated like a dog.  I’m like fine.  I keep him naked, he eats his meals from a bowl on the floor, he sleeps in the kennel out back or on the dog mat beside my bed, and he’s not allowed to talk other than the thank you’s.  I put a shock collar on him like I do all my dogs, and he got so horned up.  He is one sick puppy. 

“He gives a great blowjob doesn’t he?  You were right, a faggot on the side is what men need to have to deal with bitch wives.  If I had this faggot, Paula would probably still be with me.

“Too bad, on Tuesday he’ll head on back home.  I doubt I will get to find out what all those toys were.  You know what was weird?  In his trunk, he had a toilet seat on legs.  That’s it over there.  I’m going to keep it.  You know for when we go fishing at the lake.  If we have to take a dump, instead of walking half a mile to use the one at the bait and tackle shop, or to squat in shrubs.  Now we can just sit and let go.

“Faggot, why are you grinning at me like that?  You are chuckling  Don’t you ever laugh at me.  I ought to take my belt to you.  You need to learn some manners.  You…

“…What are you trying to say?  No. No.  I told you that dogs don’t speak….  Where are you going pup?

“The toilet seat with legs?  OK.  So what?

“What the fuck?  What the hell are you doing?  Why are you crawling under…?

“…No!  Oh my fucking god.  Oh. My. God.  You want me to sit on that toilet seat with your face underneath? 

“Larry, have you ever done this?...

“…Wait, you have had a fag stick his tongue in your shitter?  I’ve seen bitches flick their tongue across a man’s ass in the pornos, but this faggot seems to want his tongue to go inside.

“Look at him.  He’s giddy.

“Larry, would you ever sit on the faggot’s face?...  You would? Ok.  I’m going to trust you on this. 

“OK faggot, you are going to be sorry….  Last chance to back out before you get smothered in my nasty crack.  I have no idea as to how clean it is, but fuck, you don’t seem to care.

“Good lord this seat is low.  How the hell…

“…Oh.  Oh.  Oh my god.  Jeeze!  Ahhhhh.  Wow.  Why the fuck did I have to wait this long to discover this?  Holy shit.  This is amazing.

“Larry.  No woman would do this…. I just can’t believe…  Damn, my dick is rock hard.  Hey, go into the trailer, or wherever, I want to take some time, enjoying this.  We’ll talk later.

“Pup, keep up doing what you are doing….  Mmmmm.  You know what?  Does this seat work the same if I turn it around.  I would prefer not to look at your body in front of me.

“Ugh!  Getting up from one of these things is a bitch.  Let’s move it to the edge of the concrete step.  There.  Now that’s at a better height.  Now I have my phone to watch some porn.  Here comes my shithole.

“Oh man.  This is the best.  You sure know how to make a man feel good.  You let me do what I want.  I said you are to go home on Tuesday.  Now, I want you to stay longer.  I want this tongue in my shithole pretty much all the time.

“That fart just slipped out….  Did you just moan? 

“Oh pup!  Let’s fucking do this….”

[eddiemadmunson]

My dear wife part 3

This is the 3rd and last part of this fic 💕

Paring: Aegon Targaryen x Reader Word account: 4000 words, I got carried away 😱 Warning: 18+, NSFW, oral (F and M receiving, dirty talk)

PART 1, PART 2

A/N: English is not my first language, this is not following the Fire and Blood book at all, OOC Aegon I would say.... 

 Aegon slowed down when you entered the main part of the brothel. Your eyes were opened wide. You have never seen so many naked men. Correction the only naked man you have seen in your life was Aegon. Suddenly you were surrounded by so many dicks that you felt overwhelmed. You didn’t know where to look first. Aegon gently dragged you behind him, you were holding on his hand for dear life. The idea of getting lost here terrified you. You arrived at the more secluded part of the brothel, there were rooms which provided more privacy to their occupants, but the rooms didn’t have doors so you could see what was going on inside. You stopped in front of one of the rooms, intrigued by what was happening inside. There were two women, each of them had her mouth in the other's lap, eating out the other's pussy. They were both moaning, obviously enjoying the feeling of giving and receiving pleasure at the same time.  “They call it sixty-nine position,” Aegon said while he wrapped his hands around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder, watching the scene in front of you with an amused smirk.   “I wouldn’t think that this would get your attention, princess,” he laughed when he saw your cheeks burning.   “Do you think about how it feels to eat a pussy?” he whispered into your ear.   “No, I was thinking how it would feel to suck your cock while you eat my pussy like this,” you answered honestly and Aegon felt his cock hardening in his tight pants again.   “My good little wife, always thinking about my cock and my pleasure,” he turned you around and kissed you sloppily. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and never ending passion. “Let’s go, wifey. Your husband will make all of your dreams come true,” he winked and you two proceeded further into the center of the gigantic house. You could tell that this wasn’t the first time Aegon visited this place, people were nodding at him, women were smiling seductively at him, trying to lure him to them, but he ignored them all. Suddenly you were stopped by a beautiful young woman, she could be in her late twenties, she was tall, redhead, with big breasts barely hiding in her tiny dress, she was slim with long legs. She was gorgeous. “Good evening, Prince Aegon, what can we do for you tonight? Do you want a young maiden, or perhaps two? Or maybe I personally can make sure that you are well satisfied,” she purred and ran a long red finger down his chest completely ignoring your presence. You acted before Aegon had a chance to say a word. You grabbed her wandering hand and harshly pushed it behind her back, making her wince in pain.  “Keep your filthy hands off my husband, you whore! If you didn’t notice he has me to take care of all his needs, if I see you anywhere near him again, I will kill you!” you hissed and she whimpered in pain and you realized that you will break her hand soon if you won’t let her go. You quickly stepped back, shocked by your own violent behavior.   “As you could see Asha, my wife is very possessive of me, I don’t need your services anymore,” Aegon smirked and Asha quickly disappeared, sobbing and looking at you with fear and hatred.   “I am sorry, Aegon I shouldn’t act like that,” you tried to apologize but Aegon slammed you against the nearest wall.   “Fuck, Y/N. That was the hottest thing you have ever done, I love to see you becoming so fucking possessive over me,” he kissed you and wrapped his hand around your neck, gently squeezing. Not enough to actually choke you, but enough to make it difficult for you to breathe properly. You rolled your eyes loving that feeling of power he hold over you at that moment. “Keep acting like this and we won’t make it to the room that’s waiting for us, princess,” he warned you and you both continued towards your destination. But you stopped once again.  “Do you see what I see, Aegon?” you asked. “What do you mean? Two girls sucking guy's cock, yeah it feels wonderful but I think that we just established that you don’t want to share me and my cock with anyone else,” he answered playfully and wanted to go further.   “No, I don’t mean them, look at him,” you insisted. Aegon was confused why you wanted him to look at another man, but he obeyed and chuckled.   “No way, what a fucking hypocrite,” he folded his arms over his chest and watched ser Criston Cole getting a blow job from twin whores. “Hey Crispin,” he shouted and you quickly pulled him away from Criston’s view, both of you laughing like crazy.   “Can you believe it? He scolded me so many times for coming here, and look at him now,” Aegon laughed in disbelieve. “Do you remember the time when everybody was looking for you, because they thought that you fled to Asshai?” you asked him and he nodded with a frown. “I was looking for you with Aemond and Ser Cole and I remember his words, he said that him and Aemond are gentlemen and they are not used to this level of depravity like you. Something had to change drastically,” you chuckled and Aegon stopped you.   “Do you know that it was really stupid to assume that I left King’s Landing, right?” he asked you seriously, looking deeply into your eyes. “Why?” you asked him, your heart pounding in your chest.   “I would never leave without my best friend. Or at least without saying good bye to you,” he confessed and your heart swelled. “Oh Aegon,” you hugged him tightly.   “And Sunfyre would never forgive me, if I get him away from you. He loves your back scratches,” he smiled and you beamed at the mention of his gorgeous dragon. “That’s something we have in common,” he winked at you and you giggled.   “Do you want me to scratch your back when we come back home?” you asked him playfully and he nodded with a happy smile. “I still can’t believe that we bumped into Cole here,” Aegon chuckled.   “Maybe we will find Aemond here,” he smirked and looked around as if he expected to find his younger brother in the next room. “I assure you, that you will not find Aemond here,” you replied. “Why not, he likes to pretend that he is above all of the body pleasures, but I can see behind that facade. He is more kinky than we both combined, he probably spends his evenings doing some nasty shit,” Aegon grinned and winked at you. “He spends most of his evenings in the library,” you corrected him. “How can you know it,” Aegon insisted.   “Because I was in his company for most of the evenings,” you confessed and Aegon halted.   “It was before the wedding of course,” you assured him.   “Are you telling me, that you spent most of the nights with my baby brother,” Aegon asked, hurt evident in his voice.   “We were reading books, Aegon. You know that I love reading. And Aemond was teaching me High Valyrian,” you said, but Aegon didn’t look convinced.   “Are you trying to tell me, that he had you within his grasp every single night and he didn’t try anything on you?” he scoffed. “No! Aegon I swear on my own life that your brother has never touched me inappropriately,” you took his head into your hands and looked into his eyes. “I believe you, princess. What a fucking moron! I swear he is adopted,” Aegon finally laughed and you shook your head. “I told you that I don’t have feelings for him. He is like a brother to me,” you said softly and Aegon raised his eyebrow. “Ewww, no, Aegon. I am not like you Targaryens, I don’t want to bang my siblings,” you gasped when you realized why he is smirking at you.   “You married a Targaryen Prince, so you are part of the family now, Y/N,” he chuckled when he saw your disgusted face. “No, thank you. Plus he has a crush on Alys, so he is not interested in me either,” you said and quickly regretted it when you saw the amusement in Aegon’s eyes.   “Alys Rivers? My baby bro wants to bang Alys Rivers,” Aegon laughed like if you told him the best joke ever.   “Aegon, you can’t tell him that I told you. He would kill me,” you pleaded.   “Isn’t she like way older than him?” Aegon asked and you shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, love is love,” you kissed his nose playfully.   “She will eat him alive, if he tries to court her, she is kind of scary,” Aegon laughed. “Ehm, excuse me, have you seen your brother? He is scary when he wants to be, you don’t want to piss him of. “I have never noticed that, he is a fool,” Aegon shrugged carelessly and took your hand in his and soon you two achieved your destination. You walked into a big room with giant bed in the middle of it. There were dozens of couples around the table and in the corners of the room, kissing, giving or receiving oral sex, fucking, the room reeked of sex and desire, the air was filled with moans and screams of pleasure. “Usually they use the bed for big orgies, but tonight it’s reserved just for you and me, my dear wife. You don’t have to worry, nobody will approach us unless we tell them,” he mumbled against your ear when he saw that you were suddenly nervous about this. “But if you don’t want to do this we can go back home,” he said gently and kissed your temple. “No, Aegon, I want this, I am just not used to see other people having sex or having someone else watch me,” you admitted and pressed yourself closer to Aegon, feeling safe in his arms. “Just relax, princess,” he gently lifted your chin, pressing his lips to yours in slow, loving kiss. Aegon sucked your upper and bottom lip before he took your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it teasingly, earning low groans from you. He slid his hands up your body and cradled your face with his hands. You opened your mouth for him immediately, happily humming when he dipped his tongue past your lips, caressing your tongue with his with an intense urgency, your body craved him. The tidal wave of lust churned within you, making you deepen the kiss, your hand started wandering all over his chest and upper arms, desperately trying to unlace the laces on his shirt, to get your hands on his skin. You could feel the smug smirk on his lips, he knew that he had you right where he wanted to. You were driven by passion and you stopped being nervous and let your  urges to lead your actions. You two got rid of your clothes between passionate kisses and loving touches. Aegon laid you on the bed (he made sure that the brothel staff changed the mattresses and the bedding before your arrival) and took a time to look at you. You looked so beautiful, your hair spreaded around your head like a halo, your cheeks flushed, your eyes blown up with passion, looking at him with so much love and adoration that he nearly sobbed. Aegon always thought that he won’t be loved by anyone and now he had you, his childhood friend who proved to him every day, that you love him more than anything on this world. You were heavily breathing, your heaving breasts raising and falling, inviting him to have a feast on them. His eyes traced your body lower and lower to your dripping pussy. You whined impatiently, not appreciating that he just stands there and stares at you. You spread your legs wide and smirked when you see his eyes turning dark. “You are such a little seductress, my dear wife,” he groaned and slowly dragged his fingers along the inner side of your thighs. “I am only a wife who wants her husband to fuck her real good instead of staring at her and doing nothing,” you said cheekily and rubbed your clit in desperate need to feel some friction. You moaned at your own action and Aegon finally moved. He grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your head with one of his strong hands. “Behave, my love, don’t be so impatient, we have all night. Save your energy, you will need it,” he said darkly and kissed you sloppily, his other hand roaming your body, kneading your breast, his thumb torturing your nipple slowly. You were a moaning mess beneath him, trying to raise your hips to rub your clit against his cock. “You are so fucking inpatient, my love. Do you even remember, that we are not here alone,” he chuckled when he saw the realization in your eyes. “Oh no, don’t hide now,” Aegon smirked when you tried to hide yourself under his body. He quickly rolled you over so now you were on top of him. You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. And they probably were. They knew who you are. Aegon was their Prince and you were his new wife and lifetime friend. They definitely knew who was lying on this bed and they watched you curiously. “I think it’s time to try something new, my wife,” Aegon smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Turn around,” he commanded and you hesitated but obeyed him. Now you were sitting on his chest and he was staring at your back. You were confused. You rode him before, but you were always facing him and he loved to play with your breasts while you were jumping on his cock. “I want you to sit on my face Y/N,” he said and you gulped. “You want me to do what?” you asked and bit your lip nervously. “I think you heard me perfectly, come here,” he slapped your butt and you hesitantly crawled backwards so your pussy was hovering over his face. “Are you sure Aegon, this can be pleasurable for you?” you asked him once again, but he had his hands already placed on your hips, pulling you down on his face. “Trust me, you will love it,” he assured you. “And me too,” he added with a smirk. You decided to trust him as you slowly sunk your dripping cunt to his lips. Nothing was happening for few moments and you wanted to ask him again if everything is OK, when he lick your pussy from the bottom to your clit and you moaned loudly, your legs almost giving up under you, Aegon gripped your hips and shoved your body down on his face. He groaned at the taste of you on his tongue, causing the vibrations of his mouth to make your clit tingle. He was slurping and sucking at your pussy wanting to get every drop. “Fuck Aegon, baby, that feels amazing,” you moaned loudly. He alternated between sucking and licking your clit and sliding his tongue into your wet channel. You tossed your head back in pleasure, your hips instinctively rolling against his eager mouth. You slowly opened your eyes, noticing that there is a couple across from you two, the woman was bend over a table, her full breasts bouncing thanks to the powerful thrusts of her lover, her eyes locked with yours and you felt a new wave of arousal, there were other people watching your husband eating your pussy, it was scandalous and it should have disturb you, but it made you even hornier. Aegon definitely knew all about your deepest, darkest desires. You watched the woman break the eyes contact with you as she rolled her eyes and came around her lovers cock. You blushed and quickly looked away and spotted a young man getting a blow job from one of the girls, moaning loudly as her head bobbed up and down on his impressive length. He noticed you looking at him and winked at you, forcing the girl's head deeper down on his cock, making her choke around it. At that moment Aegon sucked on your clit with more force and you led out a hoarse moan. Aegon was having the best time of his life under you, he loved eating your pussy and the sounds that were leaving your mouth only proved to him, that you enjoyed it too. You suddenly felt bad for neglecting your beloved Aegon for a second. You glanced down and noticed that his cock was already hard and standing in all his glory in front of you. You remembered what the two girls were doing in one of the rooms and you smiled, mischief playing in your eyes. You shifted and reached for Aegon’s cock. He was confused for a second because your move changed the way how you were sitting on his face. He groaned in surprise and pleasure when he felt your small hand on his cock. “Stop it, Y/N. It’s about your pleasure tonight,” he tried to stop you, but you were already stroking his cock in your soft hand, loving how it immediately responded to your touches. “I want to cum along with you, Aegon, please,” you begged him and he felt his cock twitched in your hand. “You will be the death of me, princess,” Aegon cursed under his breath and stopped eating you out for few moments, enjoying your hand squeezing his cock. “Fuck, that’s my good little wife,” he groaned when you wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him all in your mouth. Aegon taught you how to deep throat him couple weeks ago and you loved to practice it on him. He seemed to love it too, it always made him go feral. You moaned around his dick as he went back to sucking your pussy like if his life depended on it. You gagged around his cock as he lifted his hips, fucking your mouth, you could feel that he was close and so did you. Aegon’s tongue fucked your pussy, your juices dripping down his chin and cheeks, he moved to your clit again, sucking on it harshly and you cum on his face, screaming his name, your screams muffled with his cock inside your mouth. You wanted to be sad that you came before him, but his cock twitched inside your mouth and filled your throat with his sticky cum. You moaned happily and swallowed everything like a good wife. He was surprisingly silent, you quickly got off him and inspected his face. That fucker grinned at you and looked so pleased with himself. “God damn it Aegon, don’t scare me like that, I thought that you maybe suffocated under me. “Awww, you were worried about me, my dear wife. Don’t worry, you nearly drowned me, but I am fine,” he chuckled and you hit his chest. “You are terrible,” you blushed and hugged him. “That was something else, princess,” he said still out of breath. “It felt amazing, we can definitely do it again,” you admitted and Aegon beamed at you. “What did I do to deserve you?” he kissed your temple lovingly. “It seems that everyone enjoyed the show,” he laughed against your ear and you noticed that everybody’s eyes were on you two. “Do you want to give them another show or do you want to go home, Y/N?” he asked you, letting you decide what you going to do. “It was thrilling but I am tired Aegon, it’s almost dawn, I think we should go home,” you said truthfully and he nodded. “Sure, my love, let’s get dressed and go home before they start searching for us”. You quickly got dressed and rushed towards the castle. It took you some time because you had to stop every few meters to kiss each other in the dark corners of the city. When you finally reached your home, you were holding hands and had happy smiles on your faces. Your smile dropped when you spotted Otto Hightower standing on the top of the stairs, looking at you with very judging expression. Aegon, on the other hand, kept grinning and didn’t give a fuck about his grandfather’s presence.  “Are you two lost your mind?” Otto said loudly. “We went out for a walk,” you tried to come up with some excuse, but Otto gave you very disappointed look. “You two went into brothel! BROTHEL! You let your subjects watching you fucking!!” he was furious. “That’s not true, we just gave each other oral, we left fucking for the next visit,” Aegon grinned like a madman and you tried to squeeze his hand to stop him.  “I am not surprised that Aegon did something like this. But you, Y/N? You are wife of a Targaryen Prince, you are noble lady and you let him to take you to such place. You were acting like a common whor…” it was known that Aegon wasn’t as good with weapons as Aemond, but he wielded his dagger surprisingly quickly from his cloak and pressed it against the hollow of Otto’s throat. “Try to call my wife a whore once again, grandfather, and my father will need new Hand,” he hissed and his goofiness was gone. He watched Otto with pure hatred. “Aegon, let it go,” you tried to reason with him, but he didn’t listen to you. “Apologize,” he hissed and Otto gulped. “I am sorry princess Y/N. It was rude from me and it will never happen again,” he said and Aegon slowly lowered his dagger. He took your hand and dragged you inside, completely ignoring his grandfather. “You shouldn’t have done it Aegon, he is a vindictive bitch,” you said worriedly but Aegon seemed to be careless again. “Don’t worry about him, he knows that I will be the king one day, he won’t do anything to me,” he said carelessly and you two passed by the library. Aegon stopped and walked back. “You were right, he really sits here all night,” Aegon chuckled and watched Aemond, who raised his eyebrow and placed a finger on the book, to not lose his reading progress.   “So, I heard you two had a fun tonight,” he winked at you and you hid your face into Aegon’s shoulder. “You are surprisingly shy for someone who just had her pussy eaten in front of the strangers,” Aegon teased you. “Aegon, for the love of Seven, shut up,” you pleaded and he hugged you. Aemond shook his head and opened his book again. “What will you two do next? Fucking in front of the whole King’s Landing?” he suggested and Aegon’s eyes lit up. “Oh Aemond, please don’t give him ideas,” you and Aegon both burst into fit of laughter when you saw Aemond disgusted face. “Good night, Aemond, we are going to bed,” you winked at him. “It’s seven in the morning,” Aemond rolled his eyes and started reading his book obviously done talking with you two fools. You finally walked into your shared chambers and you yawned. “You know Aemond gave me very interesting idea, princess,” Aegon smirked and you whined. “Not now Aegon, I really need some sleep,” you begged him and he pouted. “OK, my dear wife, let’s get some sleep, but when we wake up, I want to show you one very special windows in my room.  It has the best view it the whole Westeros,” he added with naughty smile and it took you few minutes before you opened your eyes and looked at your peacefully sleeping husband remembering what window he meant. Gods, he was really depraved and you too, because you actually liked the idea of Aegon fucking you in front of that window when anyone can see you at any moment.  

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Come Again?

Part of the 'Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)' AU

It was an early, drowsy morning in Wayne Manor. Limited sunlight flittered through the manor's windows. A few chirps came from outside, while Titus' barks harmonized along. Alfred had errands, so Bruce stood by the coffee machine as he read the morning paper. There was a faint crash sound from somewhere in the manor. Like I said, a drowsy morning in Wayne manor.

Briefly looking up, Bruce noticed one of their most recent visitors walking in to kitchen. Despite the faint eyebags under them, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. His black hair was messy and his mouth pulled back in a giant grin. Bruce could practically hear the incoming puns. For a single moment, Bruce is younger and staring at his recently acquired ward, Dick Grayson. Joyful warmth fights against ice-cold fear for one, nostalgic moment.

His reminiscing was cut short by the boy calling out.

"Morning, B." He smiles as he is brought back to the present. This is Danny, not Dick. Sometimes that can be a hard thing for Bruce to remember. Though similar, the two boys were not the same person.

"How are you, Danny?"

"Oh, I'm in high spirits, like that of a shellfish mollusk." Danny chirped as he grabbed an apple. He took a large bite out of the apple as he floated through the floor. Bruce stared at where Danny had once stood.

They are definitely not the same person. Oh, who is he kidding, Danny is just as unhinged as Dick.

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In a dark cave a figure sat at a large computer. The computer left an eerie glow across his face. He typed away quickly, and occasionally sipped from a green can. The person only glanced away once a figure floated through the ceiling. He continued to type as the being got closer.

"Yo, Tim! I heard you were down here all night. What gives?" Tim glanced over.

"Big case, lost track of time. Could you power down, you're too bright." He replied. He started to consider the case again. Maybe they used a secret entrance? No. Maybe they were phasers like Danny? But there aren't any metas on town other than Danny who can do that. So a new player?

A snap brought him out of his musings. He turned back to Danny.

"I swear, you and Mars get distracted at the fall of a cap."

"Yeah, mhmm... wait what?" Tim turned back, only to find Danny gone.

Why does his family get weirder with each addition?

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Bookshelves lined the walls and began at the floor, reaching for the ceiling. Dim moonlight shone through the gigantic windows. Armchairs and footrests littered the room in all different sizes and colors. In fact, one of the bookcases that didn't quite reach the ceiling had various purple, pink and blue cushions on the very top. This was Danny's planned destination as he flopped onto one that had galaxy patterns embroidered on it. He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, where accurate constellations stared back.

Mentally tracing the patterns, he let the soft "who's" of owls flying about soothe his soul. He began to faintly "who" back as a pink cushion beside him shifted. He didn't acknowledge the person. Light humming flew out of the person. He felt his lips twitch when he realized the other person was swaying in in tandem with the owls' swoops.

"Nightmares?" Marinette asked. Her blue-grey eyes remained fixated on the owls flying around the bats. Her fingers dug into her skin. He furrowed his eyebrows. There was only one reason either of them would come up here this late.

"....What did you really want to ask?" He assumed that her fingers twitched, like they normally do when someone's a little too blunt, but he didn't bother checking. He heard her breathe in deeply.

"Do you think life would be easier if we were," She hesitated. The humming resumed as she tried to figure out what to say.

"...normal?" He provided.

"Yeah." Her voice was small, and he couldn't help remembering Ellie.

"Not really. Our lives would just be a different type of hard, but without eachother." He hummed thoughtfully, "lawn growth is constantly a better shade of jade on the contrary edge of the yard partition, and all that jazz."

For the first time that night, it was completely silent.

...

"Danny, what the heck does that mean?" Realization crossed his face as Marinette sat up straight. "I mean the first part made sense, but what was this about a yard?"

His lips quirked up into a genuine smile and he turned to explain it to her. A playful glow filled his face as he explained.

"My english teacher back in Amity kept getting on my friends and I for using the same idioms all the time, so we decided to mix it up."

"So that was just a rare eniglish idiom?" She continued to stare at him in confusion, and a hint of exasperation. He laughed.

"Not exactly, we used the same idioms, but with synonyms instead. He thought it was funny at first, but quickly changed his mind. Guess it became a habit, huh?"

"So this is a case of you being weird, not the english language?" She stared at him for a second. His grin grew as he shrugged. A small, disbelieving laugh filled the silence.

"Sooo, what brought the sudden case of the gloomies?" He asked. Her smile dimmed and she turned to the windows again.

"I was thinking about home." His eyebrows furrowed in sympathy. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You miss Paris?"

"Yes... No? I don't know." He's caught off guard for a moment. She continued, "I do miss it, but I don't want to go back there. Atleast not to stay? I feel so relaxed here, but everytime I portal home, I feel this dread. Does that make me a bad daughter? A bad friend? That even after the rumors blow over I don't want to go back? I mean what kind of per-"

"Whoa, whoa. Secure your stallions, lady." He winced. Not the time. "You aren't a bad person for wanting to be in a place that make you feel safe, instead of one where you've fought for your life on multiple occasions. You need to remember that, okay?"

She opened her mouth to argue, but he covered it with his hand. He shook his head at her.

"I'm serious Mars! You have a right to want something better than that!" He slowly removed his hand, quickly returning it when it looked like she was going to argue. She grumbled something. He raised his eyebrow and slowly removed his hand.

"Alright! Alright!" She waved her arms infront of herself. Relief seeped into her veins. "Just stop with the terrible replacement idioms!"

Danny gasped.

"Terrible!? Says you! You use the most ridiculous replacement cusses!"

"It was an act of solidarity with Adrien!"

"And? 'What the gosh flippin darn?' is what you settled on?" She rolled here eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips.

"We have never said that!"

"Like 'What is the name of camembert cheese?' is much better." Her eyes narrowed. He stuck his tongue out in response. They stared at each other for a long moment.

"You want to help me make cookies?" She asked as she climbed down the book case.

"Heck yeah." He replied.