#and lemme tell you he is a joy to play as

[hybridshadowz]

wasn’t expecting to love the magic boi this much, but here we are~

[cxffecoupx]

cheol as a boy dad

boy dad! seungcheol fluff, requested warnings: reader has a womb, cheol being down bad for his baby boy word count: 705 author's notes: requested by anon (thank you so much!!) I hope you like it. i never really thought about boy dad cause cheol's definitely a girl dad for me but I loved writing this so much! Lemme know what you think :) check out 'cheol as a girl dad' here.

boy dad! cheol who starts crying in the hospital seeing a junior version of him. his big boba eyes are yours, no doubt, but the little pout that finds home on his baby's lips are unmistakably his — even he can't deny it. his eyes start watering when his baby boy holds his index finger with his whole palm.

boy dad! cheol who litters gentle kisses on your sweaty face, murmuring the sweetest of praises on how you did so well and how your baby is a sweet healthy boy who looks like the best of them both. your tears melt into his as you both happily sob over this moment of joy.

boy dad! cheol who you always find around your baby, smiling and cooing at him, playing with him and his toys and always bringing a wide grin to your baby's face. the child's laughter fills your little home and you can't help but sigh in content.

boy dad! cheol who always traces the baby's features delicately: the eyes that reflect the same shine that yours hold, the lips that pout the same way he does, the little button nose and the cheeks that seungcheol withholds the urge to bite because they're so chubby and so.... biteable (the cuteness aggression is so real right now!!)

boy dad! cheol who loves to dress your child in matching clothes as his. you search for seungcheol as you browse through the women's section, only to find him approaching you with two same shirts in different sizes. everytime you all go out you stand out because you're walking around with two same people, just different fonts.

boy dad! cheol who wraps his hands around your waist and kisses your neck, surprising you as you make dinner. who always takes time to appreciate you about all the struggles you had to deal with during the pregnancy, and how you've made him more happy than any man in this world.

you turn around and start kissing him, but just as things were about to dive deeper, your little trouble-maker stumbles up to you both and starts tugging on your pants. seungcheol grabs the child and tucking him in between you both, gives you and your child a bone-crushing hug that ends up making your son giggle endlessly. cheol gently whispers how he's holding his world in his arms right now, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

boy dad! cheol who pouts and whines everytime your son ignores him and runs to you. you don't realise how, but your son takes more liking to you, running to you first whenever you return home from somewhere, or whenever he needs something. although seungcheol loves to see it, he lowkey hates how he's just left there, hands outstretched for a hug hanging in the air. he dramatically falls to the floor, kicking his feet and whining which makes your son run from your arms to fall onto his dad's chest, giggling with how cheol tickles him.

boy dad! cheol who gets so excited to take your son to the first day of his school. although having to leave him makes his sad, he's excited for his son's new step in his life and will be all ears to hear him talk all about whatever happened at school. he sneakily gives his son a sweet treat without you knowing (it's their little secret now) as he tells everything he learnt in class that day.

boy dad! cheol who always teaches his son to respect everyone he meets in his life. he hopes that his son learns from watching the way he treats you, his wife, with all the love and respect he could give. he hopes that one day, when his son grows up, he treats his wife the same way seungcheol treats you now.

boy dad! cheol who, even though secretly wished for a baby girl, becomes extremely elated with his precious little baby boy, in whom he sees both you and him. hes feels like the luckiest man on earth — with a wife he loves with every inch of him and a lovely son who he wants to keep happy for the rest of his life. his little, happy family.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I just know wade would be asking u to grind ur teeth down on it...i just know it....

hi anon ur so right wade actually has you do insane shit to him dick biting is just the BEGINNING‼️😮‍💨 and the first time he suggests it you’re mortified 😭 you’re giving him that gawk gawk 3000 typhoon top but he’s still kinda soft 😰 you’re lowkey worried feeling self-conscious about your head game until he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek

“can i ask you a weird question?”

when you’re having sex with wade wilson, this could lead to literally anything. “does this bump on my nutsack look different than usual?”, “what’s your stance on the death penalty?”, “did i ever tell you about that time i got my dick stuck in the toaster?” you brace yourself for whatever batshit insanity is about to slide out of his mouth.

“yeah, go for it.”

“can you use your teeth on it? just, like… keep doing what you’re doing, please, it’s fucking amazing. i just want a little more texture.”

huh?! is he for real?! but you’ve worked so hard to NOT do that! years of toiling in the dick-sucking mines has trained that right out of you, and he wants you to throw all that away? why?! “uh… are you sure?”

he just laughs in response

“aw, you’re so cute! so sweet, worrying about me like that! think about it. why would i ask for this if i didn’t want you to do it, stupid boy?”

…y’know what? fair enough. you close your teeth around his shaft and cheese grater up and down the length of his throbbing, bumpy cock.

“OH~! fuck, just like THAT, baby, YES~! mmm… fu-u-ck, that’s perfect… like… like you’re trying to bite the batter off a corndog, baby, there you go…”

and when i say it gets worse from there i mean it gets WORSE!!!! like he’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking dinner.

“hey, slutter-butter, you got a minute?”

“uh… yeah, actually!” you put down the knife you were about to use to chop an onion, and spin around to face him. “haven’t really started yet, what’s—“

he’s holding a strap-on.

“yes, hi, this is wade wilson, i’ve got an appointment for a prostate exam at 4PM?”

you smirk and saunter towards him, eager to play along with this spontaneous bit, “hmm… i’m not seeing you on our records, mr. wilson. are you sure it was scheduled for today?”

“i’m not sure, actually. i’ve made that mistake before. but this clinic takes walk-ins, right?”

“yes we do, sir, but today’s been pretty busy.” you wrap your fingers around his on the silicone shaft and pull him into you. “but i’ll see if i can squeeze in you.”

wade bounces and squees with joy and hands you the strap. you don’t even get it all the way on your hips before he’s bending over. onto the stove. where you were preheating a cast-iron skillet.

“oh, shit, WADE—!”

“what?” he stares at you blankly, holding the hot pan you were about to use. he’s silent for a moment, then two, and then it clicks. “oh!” he sets the pan down in the sink, claps his hands together, then points at you. “forgot you’re a normie! logan fucks me over the stove all the time. doesn’t really matter for us, since we’re freaks of nature and third degree burns just tickle us psychosexually, but, uh… would you… wanna try it? do a little flambé action? roasted wade wilson breasts? i promise, it’s fun. it makes me moan like a coked-up whore late on rent.”

you snort at his stupid comparison, and it actually puts your mind at ease a bit. it doesn’t surprise you that him and logan get up to this kinda thing when you’re not around. in fact, you’re actually flattered to be allowed to take part in it. to take advantage of him like this.

“fuck it. bend over, you fucking weirdo masochist.”

“yippee! yay! thank you, daddy!!!”

wade eagerly yanks his shorts down, widens his stance, and slams his bare chest onto the glowing red burner. his leathery skin sizzles with the smell of cooked human flesh.

“ooooh, that feels so fucking good on my right nipple… lemme roll a little, get the other side, ah~! oh-h-h, it hurts so fucking good!!!”

you get into position behind him, but he holds his hand out backwards to halt you.

“wait! one more thing!”

he reaches over and grabs the gigantic chef’s knife, freshly sharpened and pristine, that you had lying on the cutting board next to a soon-to-be mutilated onion, and offers it to you.

“jam this through my palm when i say i’m getting close. that’s the finishing move. have me spraying a whole little league team out my dick.”

[voxmortuus]

☆ { crying } because of how good it feels

with benny perhaps????😊😊 thank u!

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Benny Cross x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Bikeriders ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 378 ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Crying Reader (because it felt so good) | Fluffy Ben | Tender Moments | Smut has been implied | Speaking of Mess between your legs | Benny playing with the mess between your legs | Hint to round two | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... It's short, sweet, and to the point, but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @carnevol ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

Granted you both finished, he needs you to communciate, he needs that reassurance that you are in fact okay. Cupping your face in his hands, he searches your face. Planting small kisses on your lips, he looks into your eyes, searching the beautiful hues of color that spread across your iris. Watching you carefully, he took in a deep breath as he pulled from between your folds and moves to lay beside you.

"Talk to me... what's going on?" He asked you, his voice husky, low, and full of love and caring.

"Nothing's going on, honestly. It felt good..." you stated.

"Are you sure? Crying, that's never happened... not all the time anyway." he stated with a slight chuckle.

"No.. no baby, honest, it felt really good, it's just this weird thing that happens to me at times. I promise you didn't do anything wrong." you reassure.

"So, lemme get this straight. You're crying because what I did felt good? You didn't want me to stop? I mean, yeah, there's a fuck of a mess between your legs, but, I mean... I can do it again... if you want." he smirked.

You chuckled looking over him. Leaning you press your forehead against his and nod. He chuckled softly, maybe he liked when you cried, but he wasn't all too sure himself, but knowing it wasn't bad, he wasn't going to worry about it too much, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

His hand slips between your legs again, feeling that mess, he smirked, his lips hovering above yours, he ran his nose along yours as his fingers moved over your opening, that slick stickyness between your legs was more than enough to cause you to quiver and shake. Biting your lip as he started to stimulate your clit again. You tremble against him softly. Playing with your mess he smirked, you feel as he scoops the mess, using it as a sense of lube for his own cock as he gets between your legs and looks down at you, and searches your face.

"You ready?" he asked you.

You nod, eager, and ready for round two. Will you cry again? Probably, but it was for a good reason. Biting your lip, you're anticipating this feeling.

[jasontoddslittletoe]

Summary: Your first time.

CW: SEX!🤬 And fluff at the end.

Pairings: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto

A/N: I started this on July 3rd.. that’s why sugurus part is shorter than what it should be.😖 I was told to post this a while ago by @yeetbawls but WHATEVER!

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Satoru Gojo

Satoru was ecstatic when you told him you wanted him to take your innocence. Of course he played calm and collected, asking important questions to make sure you were ready as if his dick wasn’t jumping for joy in his pants. No offense, but he’s tired of using his hand all the time. :(

He made sure to make you feel as comfortable as one could, pretty blue eyes scanning your figure while his fingers worked your panties off your hips.

Satoru stared at your cunt for so long you were starting to doubt even letting him to do this.

“Satoru? You’re staring- Do I look weird?” Your voice, soft as snow spoke out to him. Watching him from between your legs.

“Of course not, mama. She looks gorgeous, can’t wait to taste her.” He gave you a toothy grin, his face disappearing from your sight, your body suddenly replaced with a warm sensation as his tongue lathered itself with your slick.

Satoru practically melted at the taste of you, a hand snaking around your thigh to pull you closer. His lips wrapped around your clit in a warm embrace, sending a jolt through your body.

“Sa-toruuu!” You cried out, back pressing up and off the smooth silk sheets of his bed. Of course Satoru could barely take his mind off the way his cock painfully throbbed in his sweats, so he used his free hand to push them down to his thighs. He parted from your pussy for a moment to lather his fingers with your juices, spreading your essence on his cock.

Satoru ate you out like he craved you. Like how he craves air. Air is the last thing on his mind now that you had soaked the sheets as you came. Orgasm coming in heavy as your cunt convulsed, giving Satoru exactly what he wanted.

“Holy shit. Did you just squirt-“ Satoru wiped you from his mouth, letting out a dry chuckle. “Hush!” You bit back, the tips of your ears turning a shade of pink.

“You’re right! M’sorry.” Blue eyes met yours soon after he settled himself between plush thighs. “Lemme know when you need to stop, ‘kay?” Soft lips met the skin of your cheek, a soft gesture that would’ve distracted you if it werent from the burning sensation of his cock painfully stretching you out.

“Fuck, ‘Toru.” You hissed between teeth. Nails digging into the arms that caged your head between them. “I know mama, I got’chu.”

Within minutes of waiting for the pain to subside he began to work his way out of you. Angry pink tip kissing the walls to your entrance before bumping your cervix. “Fuck. S’tight- gonna drive me crazy pretty.”

He slowly drives his cock into you. He wasn’t thick, but what he lacked in girth made up in length. And he was long.

“Fuuuuck.” The man above you groaned against your shoulder, teeth making marks over your skin. You wanted to speak up, to tell him not to. But you weren’t sure if you could speak at all- especially not when he started picking up the pace, heavy balls smacking against your ass. Adding to the lewd squelch you made while sucking him in deep.

“Pussy’s made f’me. Ain’t that right? So pretty too? How did I get so…fuckin’…lucky?” His hips punctuated his words perfectly, picking his head up. He tossed your legs over one of his shoulders, keeping them from falling with a hand.

As soon as he pushed his palm down on your tummy, you shamelessly came all over his cock in streams of clear liquid, crying out his name. “Stay with me mama, allll-most there.”

“S’too much- Sensitive ‘Toru.” You grunted, pushing at his stomach, which he immediately slapped away, pressing your legs against your chest. Satoru used his weight to pin you to the matress, his cock lazily pumping into you.

With heavy pants and whines from Satoru, his hips still impossibly deep in your womb, painting your walls a pretty cream color.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Suguru Geto

Suguru made sure to give you TONSSSS of prep time. He worked long slender fingers inside of you, curling into that sweet spongy spot that made you see stars. He loved the way he could make you crumble with just a flick from his thumb on your clit.

Suguru isn’t as sweet in bed as you’d think for your first time. Not when things got deep. He liked you on all fours. Face down, ass up. He LOVES the pretty arch in your back as you take him in deep, his hands finding comfort on your hips.

“Lemme stretch you out first. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Suguru kissed your temple, fingers gathering slick from your cunt.

“And you’re already so wet f’me. How did I get so lucky, huh?” He pushed the pads of his fingers against your clit, eyeing the way your body arched into his touch.

“Don’t stop- please don’t ever stop.” A pretty plea fell from your lips like a symphony. His cock stiffened in his sweats. He groaned.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Suguru added his saliva to the mix, fingers slowly, painfully pushing into you. He savored the way your cunt fluttered around his digits when he curled them against the right spot.

Usually he would be able to restrain himself. But today wasn’t the day.

“Mhm. Take it.” He muttered, usually the sleek bun he wore was messy, halfway down his head. He figured it would be best to try to keep it at least loose so he could still see the way your ass bounced with each thrust of his hips.

Words came out in harsh pants against the pillow you bit down on to somewhat ground you. Not that it worked. He could still hear you over the sound of the box fan.

“She’s greedy. Sucking me in so deep.” Suguru reached under you, letting his fingers rub over you. It was perfect. Hell your breath kept getting caught in your throat.

“See? M’riiight here.” He pressed on your stomach, feeling the way his dick prodded at you. You struggled to push him away, eyes glossing over. Its too much for your body to comprehend.

“Fu-uck!” You cried out, nails digging into your palms, leaving cresent marks. His hips stuttered.

Before you could catch a break he fell on top of you causing you to scold and swat at him. “Get off me!” You kicked your legs, flaring around your arms.

“I really hope you’re not still on birth control.” He prodded at you, admiring the way his seed trickled out of you and onto the sheets.

“You’re gorgeous.”

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

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art credit: Marbipa

OMG GUYS IM SOSOSO SORRY FOR SUCH A DELAY, COLLEGE REALLY DEVOURED ME IN THE MOMENT. AND TUMBLR REMOVED THE OPTION TO MAKE THE TEXT YELLOW...SO THE COLOR WILL NOW BE ORANGE. However, this is a double update week bc I owe you guys bc of your amazing patience with me!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter

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warnings: talking objects, borderline assault, Canis Lupus

word count: 3.3k

Chapter 4: Dinner is served

However, in the village’s small tavern….

“UGH, WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS ?!” 

“Uhh Ben, chill out here you’re drunk.” Eddie says, while trying to take away his beer. Ben looks at Eddie extremely furious and annoyed “So? don’t you see that- that woman has messed with the wrong MAN ?!!” Eddie winces at his words a little and says “erm…. sure…let's say that she did.” Ben, who was moping in front of the tavern’s fireplace, takes another swig of his beer. “Dismissed, publicly humiliated, How DARE she! Nobody says NO to ME!” he says in a growl. Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes a bit and cracks his knuckles. “Well, you’re not a bad person... And besides forget her, you have tons of admirers in this tavern anyways” he says with a remark. Ben groans “Ugh, EDDIE LISTEN... My rustic cabin, my latest kill roasting itself on the fire, the children playing with the dogs ...and a pretty wife rubbing my feet…And what does Y/N say?? she says NO” he says throwing his beer into the fire.

The flame bursts a bit startling Eddie, but he proceeds to maintain his composure. “Listen to me ben…listen to the tavern…they’re all here because they’re admirers of you...” One man yells “NOBODY BITES LIKE BEN OR CAN WIN AT CHESS LIKE HIM” 

Another man yells “HE CAN EASILY WIN SPIT CHALLENGES” The tavern eventually comes together as they spew out all of their favorite qualities of ben. Especially the women, all of them gushed over his blonde hair, his brawn, his charm, and even his chest hair. (for some reason) Ben’s mood lifts and he smiles as he cheers along with the tavern of the glorification of his achievements and assets. People get together and eventually dance and drink as a small trio plays some music to add more to the cheerful atmosphere. Ben sits beside some ladies and brags about the number of eggs he eats in the morning. “TEN CHEERS FOR BEN RILEY !!” the tavern yells After a while of just fooling around, with a brightened mood Ben sits back in his lavish chair and looks at Eddie “that was very fun, thank you… but how come not a single woman has approached you?” Eddie chuckles and simply scratches his hair “well…I’ve been told I'm either too bored or too clingy .... I have no idea why though...” Ben just stares at him and clears his throat, looking back at the crackling fire.

Suddenly, the joy got sucked out of the room when Mauricio came waddling in tattered clothes, unruly hair, and barefoot. “SOMEONE, PORFAVOR QUE ME AYUDEN!!” The people in the tavern whispered to each other as they stared at him. Mauricio runs towards Ben and other customers in the tavern as he yells “SHE’S LOCKED IN A DUNGEON, EL LO TIENE CAPTIVA !!” 

A man asked, “but who?” Mauricio looks at this man with his eyes filled with fear “...who?... WHO?? MY DAUGHTER Y/N< WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER NOW !!” Ben raises an eyebrow and looks at Eddie as he tries to stifle a laugh, not believing his words. He gets up and approaches Mauricio and pats his back “calm down Mauricio, now tell me… who is it that has Y/N locked in a dungeon?” 

“UN MONSTRUO! A BEAST !!” 

Crickets could be heard in the entire tavern as it went silent… 

The entire tavern bursted into laughter at the idiocy of his words. 

“Lemme guess! He’s a huuuggee BEAST.” 

“HE’s got an UGLY MOUTH WITH TEETH” Mauricio in his fears nods his head vigorously as he confirms each person’s questions about his so-called ‘beast’. He looks around and trips and falls on the wooden floor “Will you help me?” he asks with tears in his eyes.  Ben rubs his chin as he rolls his eyes as he decides to say something sympathetic to him “alright, alright, Mauricio relax, we’ll help” Poor Mauricio looked up with hope in his eyes as he thanked Ben for his courage to step up and help him. It didn’t last too long since he shortly got thrown out of the tavern by the owner due to his “madness.” 

Little did he know that Ben was already devising a plan with Mauricio’s plea for help…that may or may not have to do with marrying his daughter.

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On the other hand in the Castle..

After what seemed to be a few hours after that nasty confrontation with Miguel, A starving Y/N emerges from her room. She looks around as to see if she would see Miguel, but she ultimately decides that he has very much retired to his room. Wherever it may be. As she walked down the halls, she didn't notice the sound of giggling coming from behind a curtain.

“Miles nooo, stay away” 

“Ok but I just wanna hug, Gwen” “Miles, the last time you hugged me, you literally burned my feathers” she says with a sigh. Miles sighs and just pouts “It’s not my fault you got turned into a feather duster, ok?” Gwen rolls her eyes and chuckles at his antics. Miles then looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps and his flame burst a bit more “Hey look !!” he says pointing at Y/N “she emerged !!” He left Gwen in a hurry as he quickly hopped his way to Y/N as he followed her to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Peter was putting Mayday to sleep in the cupboard. Once she fell asleep, Peter closed the cupboard only to spot the cook, who was angrily huffing his stove top with fire as he whined over his cooking going to waste. Peter sighed “shh, come on I just put the little one to sleep, it’s been a long day.” Lyla however hops in and sighs “Honestly, I think she was just being headstrong, I mean...Miguel did say PLEASE” Peter sighs and says, “Really Lyla? you know that Miguel has a temper…and if he doesn’t control it, things won’t work out for him.” 

They were interrupted when Y/N walked in. “Hey, you showed up, a little late but that counts!” Peter says. Lyla turns around and greets her “Hello, I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves, I'm Lyla, you already know Peter of course, and in the back over there trying to get everyone in check is Jess and-” Miles butted in the conversation as he smiled at Y/N “and I’m Miles, nice to meet you senorita” he says wiggling his eyebrows. Jess waddled over smiled at Y/N “If you need anything to make your stay more comfortable just tell us honey” “Well ....I am hungry,” Y/N says with a sheepish smile. Peter grins and starts directing the kitchen to quickly cook something up for her. Lyla escorts her to the dining room, while Jess sighs “ok, but we have to be as quiet as possible, or else Miguel will flip. Miles just hops around happily as he says “aw come on, we gotta get Pav here! Actually, Imma go get him” he says as he hops off out the kitchen. 

A little while later, Miles came back with a large piano, “come on Pav, you haven’t played for someone in forever!” Pav smiles as he warms up quickly playing his keys “yep i’m all good” Jess walks in and spots him “Please…play quietly” Pav looks at Jess with the biggest stank face he has gave her “oh no yea..sure..softly… are there ANY more tasteless remarks to my artistry?” Jess says no and walks off back into the kitchen. In the dining room, Y/N was quietly sitting until she saw Miles come up to the table with a smile. He signals to Gwen who’s hovering over the window with a mirror to create a form of stage lights. Pavitir is playing his tunes, and Miles looks at her and smiles happily “It is our pride and pleasure that we all welcome you here tonight. Stay seated in your chair as you relax, enjoy what you see, as the dining room proudly presents…. your dinner!” Y/N smiles in amazement at all of the food that has been placed on the table, she had never seen so many foods from different regions in such a long time. If she had to be honest, it was better than the cooking she had seen from the local restaurant back at the village. She was handed a napkin by Miles, and she took it and placed it onto her lap to catch any food that would hypothetically stain her dress and fall to the floor. Each dish was kind enough to explain to her what each dish was. She had some gray stuff, Beef ragout, Chilaquiles, Asopao de Pollo, Arepas, Mofongo, Congri, Tequenos, Tostones, Pupusas, Camarones al ajillo, Quesadillas, and even Enchiladas. She had never tasted such a culinary cabaret in her life before. As Y/N ate, she chatted with Miles for a bit as he told her how it has been 10 years since they had a guest like her. She chatted with Gwen a bit and found out she’s the feather duster that snuck into her suite while she was busy crying to collect the dust that was piling up. She learned that Lyla is actually a relative of Miguel and learned about all the staff as well. Y/N found herself creating a friendly bond amongst the staff as she happily ate to her heart’s delight. Peter came in after a while on his serving cart with some tea for her to drink “one lump or two?” he asked. Y/N giggled “Just one please” She takes a cup and sips it as she sighed in content as the soothing flavor of the tea. 

After Y/N ate her fill she clapped in awe “this was wonderful, please give my compliments to the chef!” Jess smiled at her from a distance and looked at her minute and hour hand. “Oh dear, look at the time…it seems to me we should all get some sleep” She approaches Y/N and tries to escort her back. “Oh, but Jess…after such a meal, I can’t just go to sleep, besides it is my first time in such an enchanted castle...” Jess nervously laughed and looked around trying to divert her attention, “oh why who would say such a thing..I mean-” Lyla hopped in and heard what they said “Yyyyyeeeaaa…. totally not enchantteeeddd” she says to Y/N. Jess turns around to look at l

Lyla and muttered “it better not have been you” Lyla looked at her in shock at her accusations and was definitely going to retaliate until Y/N diffused the situation. “Oh guys please…I figured it out myself...” she says with a smile. She then gets up from the chair and approaches the door “I hope you both don’t mind If I look around, if that’s okay” Lyla perked up and hopped to her “wanna tour girlie ?” “AH AH AH…. we can’t let her... She might you know... go someplace else?” Jess says sternly. Y/N giggles as she looks down at Jess’s frown “aww come on, I bet you know a lot about the castle…how about if you tell me all about it?” Jess sighs as she gives in “alright then...”  —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

An hour later…

Jess was happily giving her knowledge of the castle, adding her expertise and explaining how old the castle truly was. She gave some stories on how she lived in the castle, as well as her years of service. Y/N looked around in awe as she marveled at each painting and each intricate design of the castle. It might have looked scary at first, but now that she’s taking a closer look. The castle itself is truly beautiful.  They passed by a hall of empty armor, each head turning around to take a peek at Y/N, finding her curiosity quite charming. Jess heard the squeaks of the rusty armor and turned around and with a silent hiss “Turn Around”

She looked back to her direction and noticed that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Jess wanders around until she spots her trying to go up the west wing. “Lyla damnit go stop her !” Lyla notices and hops as quickly as she could to stop Y/N from going any further, Jess running along behind her. The two eventually reach Y/N and stand in front of her making halt gestures. “What’s up there?” she asked. Sheepish smiles were both seen on both women’s faces as they try to make up some excuses.

 “Oh nothing there just storage, Rubbish, Dusty, Boring, absolutely nothing in the west wing” Lyla says Y/N chuckles as she was able to trick them and says in a coy voice “Oh so THAT'S, the west wing” Jess groans in frustration and looks at Lyla “nice going idiot...” Y/N keeps on staring up the stairs as she wonders what Miguel is truly hiding in the west wing.  The two women then started blabbering as they started to try and convince her to go and see the library. She nods and slowly follows them until she notices that they sped so quickly that they were almost down the hall. She took this opportunity and quickly tiptoed up the stairs and into the West Wing.

The more she went up the stairs, the more she noticed how the hallway had cracks, claw marks, shattered mirror pieces, and broken gargoyle statues. Y/N looked around a little concerned and debated if she should stop. However, her curiosity got the best of her nature, and she kept on going. She eventually made it to the top and walked down a hall to two double doors. “This must be Miguel’s room” she whispered to herself. Y/N looks back behind her just in case Jess followed her but didn’t see anyone. With a deep breath she slowly opened the doors and walked in to see an almost dilapidated room. Everything was broken or at least about to shatter. “Probably from his anger issues” she says softly to herself. After walking inside and looking around she spots a portrait, she slowly approaches it to see claw marks on it. She couldn’t make out who the man painted in the portrait is, but she could tell that he was handsome, but what struck her the most was his piercing crimson eyes. 

She then turned around to notice the window completely open and a table with a mirror and a beautiful glowing rose. Amazed at its beauty she took the glass encasing off of the rose and watched how it sparkled, it was mesmerizing. Y/N then reaches a hand to touch the rose but stops as she feels a shadow loom over her. She looked up and gasped in shock to see Miguel.  He angrily huffed at her and snarled as he quickly made his way to reach for the rose’s glass encasing and protectively covered it. Miguel then slowly looked at Y/N with such rage in his eyes and blocks her from the rose “Porque Viniste” Y/N slowly stepped back as she raised her arms to protect herself from harm without realizing. “I’m..I’m Sorry” she says softly. Miguel growled and rolled his eyes “Sorry? I warned you to NEVER COME HERE” Y/N flinched and moved back even more “I didn’t mean any harm; I Apologize if I offended you” Miguel enraged clenched his paw into a fist “DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?” He takes his anger on a broken chair and punches it. “I- No, Please, stop” she said worriedly. 

“LARGATE DE AQUI” 

Y/N didn’t hesitate and ran out as quickly as she could. Miguel raged and punched anything in his sight that was breakable in his room. His eyes widened as he realized he scared her off again. His heart ached at his own actions, and he lowered his head in shame feeling just awful about himself and worried for her...

Y/N on the other hand has made a run for it and somehow found her coat as she was running down the stairs. Miles was playing chess with Pav and spotted Y/N running “HEY, Y/N!! Where are you going ?!” Y/N looked back at them and fearfully said “Promise or not, I can’t stay here for another minute!” She left the castle and, in a hurry, looked around for the stables and found her dear old Felipe, despite the heavy blizzard that was occurring outside she managed to saddle him up and rode him away and out of the castle grounds into the black forest. 

After a while of horseback, she realized that she had no idea where to go, everything was covered in snow. Felipe whinnied and panicked as he fidgeted left and right where to go. Y/N tried to calm the horse down but gasped in terror when realizing there was a pack of hungry and vicious wolves ready to hunt them for their next meal. Felipe regained his control and immediately turned back to the castle’s direction to run away from the wolves. Y/N grasped tightly onto the reins and tried maneuvering Felipe through the woods. The wolves nipped at Felipe’s legs, and he would only run faster. Y/N was hyper focused in getting away that she didn’t completely register the frozen lake in front of her. The two fell in with a splash in the icy water, Y/N kept on holding onto the reins and Felipe quickly swam to the other side, the wolves still following behind. Eventually the other half of the pack caught up to both Y/N and Felipe in the front and spooked them, Y/N fell off the horse’s back and Felipe’s reins got stuck onto a tree branch. 

Y/N quickly got up from the snowy ground and found the nearest thick stick that she could find and stood in front of Felipe to help protect him. She swung the stick left and right, battling the canines on her own, but the stick was split in half when one of the wolves' sharp teeth gnawed into it. Y/N stood there in shock not knowing what to do..she was about to get eaten along with her beloved horse. A wolf leaped out of nowhere and took a bite of her coat, throwing her off her balance and making her fall to the ground. She screamed in terror, as another wolf leaped at her ready to bite. Until she heard a loud thud from the wolf’s body and a loud roar. She looked up and saw Miguel who stood beside her and protected her with his large body on top of her. He then jumped away from her leading the wolves far from her reach and fought them on his own, he scratched, bit, he harmed, and almost killed. 

The wolves, intimidated by his dominant presence, whimpered and scurried away from him.  Miguel let out one final growl until he looked directly at Y/N, his eyes showed relief that she was fine, but quickly rolled behind his head as he weakly fell down onto the cold icy ground. He was bleeding with many bites and scratches from the wolves. He panted heavily as the pain from his wounds slowly enveloped him. Y/N was going to take advantage to run away but stopped…she would be no better than a crude human to leave him out there. He saved her life…and she owed him. She slowly walked away from Felipe and kneeled down to Miguel and whispered. “Hey, I know it hurts…but you have to help me...” 

She was able to somehow get Miguel to stand up and mount the horse. His body however limped on it as he was too weak to sit properly on the horse. Y/N bit her lip in worry as she took off her coat and wrapped it over Miguel’s wound. 

Y/N slowly united Felipe’s reins from the tree branch and slowly led him back to the castle.

With the beast on his back.

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What do ikevill suitors smell like? PT.2

Hi little robins, this is pt.2 of "What do ikevil suitors smell like?". I've included the three new babies villains, the Vogel boys. Eventhough we don't know much about them, I couldn't resist including them here, because I already love those sillies. Soooo, enjoy, my dears!!! Btw, just like in pt.1, I tried to put the same amount of perfumes on each boy, except for Elbie, our greedy boy.

Elbert Greetia

A melancholic, porcelain-doll-looking nobleman. Our Ethereal Prince. My Greedy Boy. As beautiful as a work of art. He has a little maniacal obsession with collecting the most beautiful things in the world, just for himself, that's why he has so many perfumes, he can't decide which one he likes the most, so he keeps buying new fragrances. "I want. I want. I want… If only I could find it, then surely..." Love, let me hold your hand while telling you this: you are the mot beautiful thing in the world. His ocean-blue eyes and long, fluttering lashes hold such a sorrowful gaze. If it weren't because of his curse, he could perfectly be part of ikemen prince, you can't change my mind. I love Elbie, and I can't wait to play his route over and over again. He reminds me of a rain-soaked garden with a gazebo full of roses in the middle. He reminds me of a nostalgic walk along a solitary beach at dusk. He reminds me of a magical forest bathed in silver moonlight. He definitely smells clean, soft, and ethereal, with perhaps some citrusy notes blended with salty-marine hints that reflect his love for beach walks.

Notes: Bergamot, lemon, aldehydes, orange blossom, jasmine, lavender, sea salt, sandalwood, white musk and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

De Profundis - Serge Lutens

Un Jardin Apres La Mousson - Hermès

Wood Sage & Sea Salt - Jo Malone

Aqua Allegoria Teazzurra - Guerlain

L’Eau Froide - Serge Lutens

Sel Marin - James Heeley

Fou d’Absinthe - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Meomir Man - Amouage

Ninfeo Mio - Goutal

Jude Jazza

The Cunning & Ruthless Mobster. Crown's personal Maleficent. Silvio 2.0. A mean pookie who enjoys the problems and suffering of others. "All your yappin's real noisy. Lemme shut ya up.” OMG he even speaks like Silvio. Pretty sure he's kinky af, he may be into chains or something similar. "He's earned himself many enemies" Nah, really? I would've never guessed, not with that golden retriever personality of his. "He always fulfills his promises and expects the same of others, holding a special one close to his festering heart." You see? He has a heart, allegedly. Anyways, we're here to talk about scents, aren't we? I feel like he smells like tobacco and liqueur, I'm 100% sure. And, I don't know why, I can sense some kind of smell that reminds me of sylvester bushes and a really old library, full of dust. Of course, we can't forget that he has money *cough, cough, Silvio, cough*, so he also needs a really expensive scent. He probably doesn't have a favourite perfume, because he slays at layering them and creating new scents that combine with his radiant and bubbly personality.

Notes: Liqueur, cognac, tobacco, black pepper, cinnamon, bergamot, cedarwood, sandalwood, leather, amber and vetiver.

Perfumes he might like:

Man In Black - Bvlgari

Tobacco Vanille - Tom Ford

Angels' Share - By Killian

Straight to Heaven - By Killian

The Tragedy of Lord George - Penhaligon's

1740 Marquis de Sade - Histoires de Parfums

Ellis Twilight

The little sunshine oddball filled with happiness and joy. Have you seen those cute little curls in his hair? *OMG he's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee.* He wants to reveal the happiest moments of other people’s lives (and then kill them). He really has a peculiar obsession (another impulsive maniacal wow, such a surprise hahan't.) for the "happiest moment" in others' lives and his own definition of "love" he's striving to prove (Alexa, play "Safer" by Tyla). “Tell me, how happy are you right now…?” If I tell you I'm depressed will you let me live?. Crown's youngest member and Jude's assistant (I don't even know what to think anymore, poor Ellis or poor Jude?). Anyways, as the mentally ill person that I am, I'll patiently wait for his route release. Back to the scents, he loves crispy baguettes and raspberry jam. I feel like he smells like a twisted picnic in a forest at dusk, with pink roses, fresh bread and berries. Clean, but with earthy and woody hints. Since he is such a people pleaser, he doesn't have a favourite perfume, he's just going to wear whatever you like the most, even if it's nothing, even if it's gasoline.

Notes: Mandarine, grapefruit, raspberry, rose, bread, cedarwood, vanilla, oak moss and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

By The Fireplace - Maison Margiela

Eau Rose - Diptyque

Aventus for Her - Creed

Memoirs of a Trespasser - Imaginary Authors

Pomegranate Noir - Jo Malone

Mûre et Musc - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Darius Vogel

The so called Untrustworthy Cruel Angel, or what I prefer, Chevalier and Gilbert's love child. He truly looks as beautiful and ethereal as an angel, but so did Lucifer, and he ended up ruling Hell, so... we'll have to wait to see him in action... According to Victor in his Vicpedia "Is he an angel or a devil? You’ll have to find out for yourself." “Hello cursed people and everyone else. Won’t you join me in building a wonderful world?” Vlad, is that you? The angelic head of the German empire’s direct organisation, “Vogel”. Referencing Victor on his Vicpedia, "Though he looks like an angel, there’s a strong scent of evil coming from him." So, translated to scents, what does that exactly smells like? Based on what we know, which is not much, if not nothing, I will say that his scent matches his appearance, so maybe a really light, soft, airy and beautiful opening, with white flowers and white musk, very angelic-like, with a "punch" of something much more obscure beneath the surface, maybe some spices, sweet liqueurs and dark woods. All that in a winter-like scenery, very cold, like a breath on top of a glacier.

Notes: Bergamot, jasmine, gardenia, lily of the valley, snowdrop, foxglove, cypress, sandalwood, cinnamon, black pepper, oak moss and absinthe.

Perfumes he might like:

The Language Of Glaciers - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

Nightingale - Zoologist Perfumes

Viking - Creed

Reflection Man - Amouage

La Religieuse - Serge Lutens

Poivre Noire - Serge Lutens

Nica Schwartz

Just like Jude is the villanous version of Silvio from ikeprince, I feel like Nica is Nokto's doppelganger in ikevillains. A frivolous and cunning person who plays with love. He gives me foxy vibes, but in a darker and colder way. He's referred to as "Vogel’s brain" and seems to have a knack for manipulation and has an eye for money and power. “Guten Tag, cute robin. I want you to be my toy", yep, we have yet another fox. He's a bookworm, but, apparently, is just so he can gain more and more knowledge so he can play with you all. In the official information given directly by Cybird, it says that Nica resents shows of affection, but he still plays with you like a toy. Doesn't that sounds like he's desperate for someone loving him? "He resents love because he has never been given some." Again, this are just assumptions based on what we know and the vibes that I get from him. In conclusion, beneath that foxy-like appearance, I feel like he may have a huge heart of gold that he is too afraid to share. If I had to translate that vibe into a scent, it would probably be something seductive but fresh and sweet at the same time, something more "wild" like a fox playing in a field, but with a cooler vibe, maybe between winter and spring.

Notes: Bergamot, vetiver, jasmin, fruity, leather, ambar, incense, musk, lily of the valley, wild flowers, vanilla, honey, tulip and pink pepper.

Perfumes he might like:

Fox in the Flowerbed - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

L'homme Ideal - Guerlain

Yesterday Haze - Imaginary Authors

XJ 1861 Naxos - Xerjoff

Tam Dao - Diptyque

Snowy Owl - Zoologist Perfumes

Ring Schwartz

The love of my life pt. I already lost the count. The cute Vogel's guard dog. Dariu's puppet and Licht's doppelganger.  "This younger twin suffers from blushing easily" Victor please stop, I can't take it anymore. “If you don’t want your life to be taken, don’t get in the way of us, Vogel.” Okay cute puppy, whatever you say. From what we know, Ring seems cold when you first approach him, but he will be on his knees at the minimum show of affection towards him. So, if you play with his heart, you'll not only have Nica going for you, I'll be there too. Based on the information that Cybird has given us, he seems to be shy and cold, since one of his hobbies is "being in the corner of a room", still, it's not like he is an antisocial, we can guess that because the thing that he resents the most is "eating alone". The other hobby that he has is "taking a nap while looking at the sky" this tells me that he prefers quiet places where he can feel at peace, and somehow it also gives me the vibes of a dreamer, since "looking at the sky" is kind of poetic and it can symbolise freedom, if you know what I mean. In his skills he mixes two aspects that seem quite radical, combat skills and martial arts, along with a really good relationship with animals and an understanding of plants and flowers. When I say radical, in this case, I mean it's that one thing is "agressive" and "tough" while the other is so much more "soft" and "light energy". That aspect of dichotomy or duality is the most important characteristic of Ring, and it needs to be reflected on his scent.

Notes: Grapefruit, black pepper, ginger, lavender, vanilla, lily of the valley, snowdrop, leather, sandalwood, amber and forget-me-not.

Perfumes he might like:

The Noir 29 - Le Labo

Jubilation XXV - Amouage

Pardon - Nasomatto

Russian Leather - Memo Paris

Hyrax - Zoologist Perfumes

Burning Ben - Strangers Parfumerie - His favourite

And here it ends the "What do ___ suitors smell like?" Ikemen Villains edition. I hope you have enjoyed reading this as mucha as I have enjoyed writing it. You've probably noticed that the ikevil version of these series is pretty much less humorous than the ikeprince version. I think it is mainly because, eventhough both games characters are so well written and have a lot of traumas and issues, I still think that Ikemen Villains is the darkest one, and so, the one with less humorous content. And also, I tried to understand each character, that's why the character's descriptions are so long, sorry for that hehe. Anyways, thanks for your attention and love!!! Love you all my little robins!!!

Btw, I will probably continue doing this with ikevamp and maybe, maybe, ikesen, but it will take some time, there are a lot of characters in those game series.

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are you alone? — idol!hueningkai x fem!reader | established relationship. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. phone sex (?), joi (f. and m. receiveing), switch!kai x switch!reader, chubby!reader, tummy love as usual, masturbation, nipple play, cunnilingus is discussed but doesn't actually happen, reader licks her own juices <3, older!reader kinda, pet names (baby, babe, good boy), balls, kai sends reader a nude, established relationship, lemme know if i missed anything!

wc. 1.6k

notes. reposted from my old acct! i have a bunch of longer fics in the works so i thought i’d repost something from my other account in the meantime. i wrote this awhile ago and didn’t edit it a lot so it’s not my finest work, but oh well. smut under cut !

“How’s New York?” You ask Kai over the phone. The time difference is so drastic between the two of you that the only option for phone calls was during your lunchtime while he was getting ready for bed.

“It’s good, but I miss you,” he said. You were totally fine until he said that. When he says he misses you, everything in you aches. You need a hug, a kiss, an orgasm, and a cuddle. More than anything. And he can sense it all—and he misses you just as much. “You okay?”

You sigh and say, “Yeah…just wish I could be there with you.” He agrees—having you there would be perfect. And you can’t help you couldn’t get off work. How many people could take six weeks off work to go on a world tour with their boyfriend? “What are you doing right now?”

“Getting ready to take a shower.” He chuckles just a bit before adding, “Naked.”

You cackle and say, “I know you take showers naked, babe.”

“I know. I just wanted to remind you.”

“I bet you look really sexy.”

“Wanna see?”

“Do you even have to ask?” He poses for a cute mirror selfie that’s not too revealing, just shirtless, his sexy smirk, hair messy, and the top of his pelvis just barely exposed leaving everything to the imagination. He’s so cute. “Oh, wow. I was right.” Remaining silent, you wish you could be there with him…hugging and kissing, cuddling in the shower as he rubs a loofah all over you. He’d jiggle you and kiss your tummy…a lot. “I woke up thinking about you this morning,” you admit.

“Yeah? What about me?”

“About you touching me…” You hum, the ache for him growing stronger with each syllable.

“Really?” You can hear the water turn on over the phone, his voice echoey off the bathroom walls. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. “I’m at my apartment. Why?”

He hesitates, trying to put into words exactly what he wants to do with you. “No reason,” he says, a hint of a giggle in his voice. “I was just thinking about what I’d do if you were here with me.”

“What would you do?”

“Oh god…” he takes a deep breath. “You know I love your tits. I’d just bury my face in your tits and kiss all over them.” You groan, resisting the urge to slip your fingers into your lounge shorts—resorting to squeezing your tit gently, imagining it was him. “You love it when I lick your nipples,” he says matter-of-factly and you hum in agreement. “Touch your nipples for me right now.” After pulling your bra off from under your shirt, you lick two fingers, rubbing circles over yourself. Your head falls back against the couch cushion, gently sighing, all your muscles relaxing.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. It almost makes you feel silly how much of an affect those three words have on you. “Tell me what else I do that you like.”

“Oh,” you start. “I love you tongue on my clit. God…” you groan. “I so wish you were here to eat me out right now. I really need some love from you.”

“I’m sorry—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you say, hoping you didn’t ruin the moment. “I just meant you always feel so fucking good.” Your hips involuntarily grind against nothing. “It'll be well worth the wait when you get back.” Your thighs press together, trying to find some form of friction.

“I know it will. I miss you too you know…” he says, his breath heavy.

“I know,” you chuckle. You take a minute to switch to headphones so you have both hands free.

“Start moving your hand down to your pussy, but don’t touch yourself yet.” He takes a deep breath. “And tell me about it.”

“I’m dragging my fingertips across the front of my hips,” you whisper, stomach jerking at the tickle. “They're on the inside of my thighs. I can feel myself getting wet for you,” you say, moving closer and closer to your center. “Can you tell me what you would do if you were here with me?”

“Yes, baby,” he sighs, a smile evident in his voice. “Are you on the couch?” You hum. “Well, I’d come over and get on my knees, kissing all over your belly.” That’s one of your favorite things he does to you. And he absolutely adores your tummy. Loves it when you giggle from the tickle of his lips, making your belly jiggle against his lips. “Baby, do what I say but with your fingers. Do exactly what I say. Do you understand?” He asks, his voice getting sharper.

“Yes, I understand,” you giggle.

“I’d get on my knees and kiss your belly, spreading your legs, dragging my fingers all over the inside of your thighs,” he says. “And I’d pull your shorts down, pressing my hand over the outside of your panties.” You do the same. “And I’d move them to the side really slowly, looking up at you writhing, begging me to touch you.”

Groaning in anticipation, you hear him snicker, satisfied knowing he’s teasing you, even from this far away. “And I’d slide one finger inside you, feeling how wet you are.”

“I’m so fucking wet for you,” you say. Pumping your finger in and out of your pussy, some built-up tension is relieved.

“I know you are,” he says. “And then I’d slide another finger inside you, making you grind your hips against my fingers,” he says, as if he’s telling your body exactly how to move—and it’s obeying. “But that’s not what you want, is it?”

“No,” you whine, clenching your jaw, using everything in you not to touch your clit.

“Not yet, baby,” he chuckles. “I’d gather your wetness on my thumb and rub your nipple, and you’d moan for me.” You do what he says, moaning loudly.

“Please, Kai…”

“Did you do what I said? Did you rub your nipple with yourself?” You hum. “Good. Then, I’d lick your nipples, cleaning you up.” You lick your fingers, wiping your nipple clean, tasting yourself on your fingers.

“I’d kiss around your clit, hearing you whine and beg for me.” He takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself. You’re not sure if he’s touching himself, but you hope not so you can give him instructions in return later.

“Baby, please let me touch my clit. Please…” He hesitates as you keep begging.

“And then I’d flick my tongue over your clit.” You finally make contact with your fingers, moaning out loud. “That’s it, baby.” It’s those three words again.

“God, you feel so good,” you say, head dropping back to the couch cushion again.

“And I’d look up at you between your legs and you’d be rubbing your nipple.” You look down, half-expecting him to be there, only to be met with emptiness.

“Fuck, baby—” you gasp. “I love it when you talk to me like this.”

“Your legs would start to shake around my head,” he says. The knot in your stomach tightens—his voice along with your fingers feels amazing.

“I’m so close, babe,” you say, close to being out of breath.

“Don’t stop,” he insists. “Do whatever you want to yourself.” You don’t change anything. This is already too good. “Cum so good for me, baby,” he says and you push yourself over the edge, moaning loudly through gritted teeth. “Yeah, that’s it. Just like that,” he praises you as you work yourself through your orgasm—legs shaking, hips flinching, breasts heaving.

After coming down from your high and catching your breath, you say, “That was fun.”

“It was…” he sighs, finishing it off with a bit of a whimper.

“Aw, I’m sorry, babe,” you say. “You need me to help you out?” He hums so, so cutely. “You’re still in the shower?” He hums again. “You haven’t touched yourself yet, have you?”

“No, I wasn’t told to.”

“That’s my good boy,” you giggle. “You’re so good for me.” You take a second, trying to think of what you’re gonna do with him. You can’t get the image of him in the shower out of your head—water rushing over his body, cock painfully hard, pushing his bottom lip out for you—all while attempting to avoid the water from splashing his phone. “How about you start squeezing your balls first?”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“Sorry,” you blink, getting in the mindset of that role. “Squeeze yourself for me, baby. But don’t you dare touch your dick yet. Tell me how it feels.”

“Wish it was your hand…”

“I do too, baby,” you sigh. “Use your thumb to rub the precum around your tip for me. I know you’re already leaking,” you say and he chuckles, letting you know you were right. That action makes him absolutely whine. “Feel good?” He stutters, finally mumbling out a yes. You’re giddy as hell. It’s so fucking cute getting him like this. “Do you wanna squeeze your cock, baby?”

“So bad…” he stutters, sending shivers down his spine.

“Get some soap in your hand and go ahead,” you giggle. “Squeeze your cock for me, yeah?” He hums, following your instructions. His mouth dropping open, he moans so fucking loud. And you’re not surprised, he’s waited quite some time to touch himself. “How’s it feel?”

“Wish it was your mouth…”

“Aw, miss you too, baby.” You smile. “But tell me how good it feels.”

“Feels so good.” His hand pumps himself and he honestly doesn’t think he’ll last very long. “Won’t last…” he can’t even get past mumbling half sentences.

“That’s okay. Go a little faster for me.” And he does just that. “Just want you to feel good, baby.” Following your instruction, he makes this heavenly noise and you know he's cumming. And you can’t help but imagine his cum spurting all over his hand, his mouth barely open, eyes squeezed shut. “That’s a good boy. Cum so, so good. So good for me.”

[nectardaddy]

HOT TO GO !

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notes : ignore timestamps, I changed the dividers to ones I did myself! do we like them?? I'm kinda obsessed

fun facts !

❤ thank you @sandwhitches (we all say in unison) for the BEAUTIFUL, STUNNING, SHOW STOPPING picture of mattsun's tinder profile!!!! see here for the full thing, it does not disappoint!! (I'm so sorry it cut it off btw, me and this app have BEEF and I got tired of fighting with it) ❤ "my anthem" is based off of tinder's spotify feature hehe ❤ they have weekly drag race binges! lev already used to watch it with his sister but yaku got really into it because of yn (yaku refuses to sit next to lev so yn is forced in between them every time they watch it) ❤ I, dodger, am a lev hater™ so I will be using yaku to take my aggression out on him! thanks! <//3 ❤ (hi I used to play the violin, lemme tell yall sm) yn usually uses a practice mute when she plays in the apartment (it looks like this) there are a few types of mutes but this one dampens the sound to almost nothing. she didn't use it just to piss yaku off ❤ yaku did in fact get in her room and pitch a fit. she showed him one picture and he rolled his eyes so hard they might as well went to the back of his head

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LEMME HEAR YOUR UNHINGED TMA RANTS! <3

Oooh I think I've already posted a lot of my rants but one of the characters who I haven't really had a whole rant on is Martin K blackwood.

THIS MAN. This man is so wonderfully written. A lot of characterisations of the "nice one" are quite flat and don't really expand much on them being nice apart from maybe giving the person low self esteem. What I love about Martin is how masterfully it uses that sort of prototype of a character and makes it much more gut wrenching and relatable. He starts off as sort of the office dunce from Jon's pov, which early on we also realise is unreliable. He's the bumbling idiot, the sweet fool and I get it. As a fat person, I feel like a lot of us feel pressured to be the comic relief or to put it more precisely, the one to be laughed at. And he's seen the gap in the archives, he's seen that role that needs to be filled and he's easily filled it. When you have the group of Tim and Sasha and then Jon, the only thing that could unite them is mutual awkward laughter towards Martin. And Martin is used to seeing what's there and filling the gaps, man is a people pleaser to a fault, he has had to guess what his mum didn't like about him and change accordingly, getting it wrong every time. He makes himself palatable which is so REAL especially for a fat person and/or traumatised people.

And then we see this more calculating side of him. He LIED to all his colleagues and his BOSS about a qualification to get a job and then kept that lie going for at least a couple of months. Listen, I don't think it's fair to label Martin as completely a manipulative calculating guy who's just put on a mask but it's also not exactly fair to characterise him as just a sweet, tea making guy who wears jumpers. And that's what I love about him. He's so complex. I feel like it delves into the idea of having both a saviour complex as well as an inferiority complex. He's had to make choices that are above his skillset early in his life and frequently, he's been blamed for causing other people's emotions so he naturally thinks he has control over how other people feel. Which gives him that sense of responsibility, like I can save anyone cause I can control their emotions, if I'm nice enough then they won't be mad/ill/sad/they'll love me. But at the same time, these sort of underhand methods of indirect communication don't resonate to him as causing any damage cause he doesn't actually think he's important enough to cause damage or have an impact on other people's lives

I don't think it's of any shock to anyone that my favourite Martin is angry Martin. It's the part that fights against both aspects of this inferiority/saviour complex because it 1. Is a path of direct communication. He has the opportunity to state exactly how he is feeling and the focus is on that rather than how can I get the other person to respond. 2. It recognises that he is important. Anger is in response to perceived injustice, frustration, annoyance and all of those things are in a way, self preserving. Obviously it's not good to do that too much (see: Tim Stoker) but there you go. I'm not saying angry Martin is perfect or anything but I'm saying that it's so satisfying and interesting to see cause it completely goes against the characterisation we've been given so far and it introduces a whole new facet to Martin - that he doesn't want to be ruled by his trauma and past experiences.

It's honestly a joy to see Martin develop into someone who fights more against the role he's been "given" while simultaneously playing into it. His whole Peter Lukas arc is very much a part of that. Essentially he's saying I'm not important enough to contribute the way you are (inferiority) but I'm still going to try and control things behind the scenes (saviour). So when Jon goes to save him it breaks that, he looks him in the eyes and tells him you, Martin K Blackwood are Important, you make an impact and you Mean Something. You don't have to save us all. It's such an important part of his character arc and honestly it blows me away every time I think about it.

Plus obviously the whole isolation thing is just so AGH it's just so built in to his character it makes complete sense that he has a tendency to isolate himself. It fulfills both the inferiority and saviour - he doesn't think he's important enough to be missed but also he feels like it'll push them into missing him. Solving the problem and putting himself down in one fell swoop.

Our final stage of Martin is one that is far from perfect, far from healed but absolutely closer than he was at the beginning. He shows more of himself, in working towards realising he makes an impact on people, telling jokes and just sharing his thoughts to Jon. So what does him stabbing Jon mean for this? Honestly I'm not entirely sure (I'm gonna be honest I did not realise this rant would be so long lol) but I'm thinking along the lines of this is an ultimate show of acceptance of his significance and rejection of his need to save people. He is committing the most direct act of all, he's doing this in the same need to help people but instead of being manipulative about it, he's just directly doing what needs to be done. But also he's not saving Jon, he's doing the complete opposite. He couldn't control Jon's response to the situation, as much as he wanted to, so he did what jon wanted. I might not be explaining this right cause I'm not entirely sure what I mean either but I'm trying to say it's a poetic end. It's separate from everything he was but in a way that's parallel to and pays homage to his struggles. He's still being sort of a saviour and he's still arguably not the most important person in this scenario but the point is that it's in a different way than he's used to. In my opinion, a better way.

Anyway yeah thank you for enabling me, I didn't know how much I needed this rant and I didn't know I had so much to say lol. <3

[batsplat]

late 90s rossi was actually my wife 😭😭 like the embodiment of effortless cool… tucking his long hair behind the ears! the collection of sunglasses! silly costumes and gags! the outmost delicate facial features!!! she is everything to me

truly!! lemme dump my archive, I've seen most but not all of these floating around on this website

but yeah, it's really the flare! the charisma! the celebrations! the stunts! that whole beach wear episode in 250cc where he was so happy about his success he completely stole the thunder from that poor older rider getting his first win! playing with the crowd at jerez 1999! he had it all going on! aggravating rivals! laughing at them getting mad! essentially blackmailing team principals to get what he wanted! that was a girl living her BEST life

that being said. what I really love is when an older version of valentino consciously reclaims that energy at brno 2003. say what you will about sete gibernau, but he spooked valentino so badly he un-'just some guy'-d that girl. valentino's repsol period had been SO 'just some guy' up until that point, but we brought it back round! he might have been successful on-track but he was feeling REPRESSED, he was feeling like his individuality was being constricted, he wasn't feeling the joy any more!! it's so telling that his response is getting rid of the 'just some guy' shit and showing up again with the cute red hair inspired by some woman on ibiza and the dumbest most elaborate celebrations he'd pulled off in YEARS

look at her!! the yamaha deal was agreed that weekend!! massive moment of Individual Expression like it's all big on the symbolism!! this means something!! we re-girlified her!!

and then at yamaha valentino grew out his hair and we were free of 'just some guy' syndrome forevermore

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Goodnight apple~ (Hazbin Hotel tickle fanfic)

A/N: I got inspired by a drawing by @olaine25 and lemme tell you it's super cute! Enjoy this fanfic y'all

Summary: When Charlie isn't in bed, Lucifer decides to diminish her energy. And what better way than a little tickle fight between a princess and a king.

Charlie sang a soft tune to herself as she played in her room with her favorite plush toys. She was supposed to be in bed at 7 but it was now 9:03 and she was still craving her energy. The little princess laughed and giggled still remembering how she tricked Razzle and Dazzle into thinking she was asleep. The twin goats had come in earlier to check on her a couple of minutes ago, but she had already raced to her bed and covered herself in her pink blanket.

Now, the princess was twirling around, her plush toy monkey wrapped around her neck. "Weeeee!" she cried as she danced with the monkey in her room. Just as the princess was about to pick up another one of her toys, there was a knock at the door.

"Charlotte MorningStar." Charlie gasped quietly, yanked the monkey off her shoulders, and zoomed towards her bed. The little demon pulled the covers over her body and stayed as still as a stick. Her father, the king of Hell, opened the door to his daughter's room and softly closed the door behind him.

Lucifer placed his staff against the wall as he observed Charlie's room. It was a mess. Tones of childish toys are scattered all over the floor. The King rolled his eyes and smiled. Oh how much he loved his little girl. It's been hard for them both ever since Lilith.... left. Every time he looked at his beautiful Charlotte, he'd see his wife. He will never be able to get her image out of his head. But at the same time, he didn't want to.

Lucifer eyed the lump on his daughter's bed and heard a faint giggle from her mouth. The King of Hell smirked and took off his white coat, placing it next to his staff against the wall. "Charlie~" he teased as he watched Charlie wiggle her toes. Lucifer made his way over to her bed and sat at the edge. "Are you awake?" he asked, but the princess gave him no response. Lucifer poked one of her feet, making her squeak from under the covers. "You're supposed to be asleep my little apple." Only a cute giggle was heard from the blanket before Lucifer repositioned himself so he was sitting cross-legged on his daughter's bed. He grabbed Charlie's ankle and began to wiggle his fingers on the sole of her foot. Charlie squealed into her pillow, muffling the sound of her giggles. "Charlie, is that you? Is my little apple tickle tickle ticklish?"

"Dahahahahaddy!" Charlie cried from her pillow as Lucifer grabbed her other ankle and gave her gentle love bites on her toes. "Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom."

"DADDY HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" At this point, Charlie couldn't hide in her laughter anymore. She banged her fist on her bed as her father pulled her towards him and rolled her over onto her back. "I knew you were awake," Lucifer said his fingers dancing their way towards her belly. "Look at this little belly. I'm gonna eat it all up."

"No! Daddy no!" Charlie pleaded as her father lifted her shirt a bit and leaned his face into her belly. "Here I come~," he says before sucking in a breath and blowing a raspberry in her tummy. The princess practically screamed with joy. Lucifer gave her a few short ones, making Charlie's laughter go up an octave, and one long one. "Mmmm this tastes so good," he said planting several kisses on her bellybutton.

Charlie felt her father pulling her closer, his hands clamping her sides. "Daddy please!" she cried as Lucifer looked at her right in her eyes. "You gonna go to sleep apple?"

"YEHEHEHEHES!"

"For real~?"

"Yes, Daddy yes!" Charlie replied as Lucifer gave her one last raspberry on her cheek, tossed her in the air, and caught her with ease. Lucifer purposely fell on top of the bed on his back, holding his giggly daughter in his arms. Lucifer kissed Charlie's forehead and smirked. "Why weren't you in bed?" he asked as Charlie blushed and hid her face in her dad's shirt. Lucifer chuckled, wiggling his finger in her neck. "Tickle tickle tickle." Charlie shrugged her shoulder but that didn't stop her father from tickling the other side. "Come on, tell me baby~"

"I wasn't hehehehehehe sleepy ehehehehehe," Charlie said, letting out a yawn. "Well, you're sleepy now," Lucifer said tucking his daughter in and pulling the covers up to her neck. "Goodnight my little apple," he said as Charlie mumbled a goodnight before sleep consumed her. Lucifer smiled at his precious daughter, giving her one last kiss on her cheek before silently stepping out of the room.

[mychlapci]

What if egg laying is a symptom of sexual frustration? Lemme explain. Giant sentient alien robots are an oviparous species. If a couple is healthy and has an active love life, one (or two, but not at the same time) of them may finally produce some eggs. Interfacing stimulates the reproduction protocols. But if one stays horny for some time regularly and doesn't get a proper release with a partner, it can result in a false pregnancy. Worse if a bot has a crush and interacts with the object of their desire. Their protocols just go crazy and they end up with a clutch. The eggs are unfertilized, so they are much smaller and lighter. Like, you may not even know that you're pregnant thanks to some fool who doesn't return you feelings, then SURPRISE. Oh, and the process of birthing eggs is supposed to be a special erotic experience for couples. It's a time of joy and pleasure. It's nothing like human, normal birth involves arousal and orgasms, so mutual play is very common. But it hits differently if you're alone, your relationship protocols just DEMAND a partner here and now. Even if the eggs are empty. Pharma probably went though this a couple of times when he and Ratchet were "buddies". And it strikes again, when after the Tyrest arc he ends up on the LL. He's isolated, put in the "claws" to block his entire frame from transformation. He remains passive, uncommunicative, and Ratchet comes to check on him. And it just comes like an avalanche: his suppressed feelings, the memory of having his headless body so close, holding his spark. After a few weeks, a sudden surge of arousal leaves Pharma kneeling on the floor. He reaches to touch his soaking valve to relieve the tension and something small just slips into his hand. In horror he looks at the egg, knowing that others are soon to come. And right at this moment Ratchet comes to check on him again. Pharma hisses at him, but he's dripping lubricants on the floor, and it's obvious, and he's miserable as fuck. And oh, how he wants Ratchet to do anything. But Ratchet just steps closer to have a look. The egg looks too small for Pharma's frame, and a medic can tell it's unfertilized. If Pharma wan't a doctor himself, Ratchet would ask a lot of questions, but he just kneels right next. Pharma leans into him and whines when skilled fingers (yeah, we know where Ratchet got them) massages his exterior node, and Ratchet's palm catches the second egg. №3 leaves Pharma shaking, №4 makes gives him a squirting overload, and he's done. Ratchet just helps him through it. And says nothing.

mhmmm Cybertronians laying duds… Pharma’s body starts to produce eggs because he’s once again in proximity of Rachet and his frame doesn’t know the difference between one-sided and reciprocated relationships, it just knows that Pharma feels strongly about him and that must mean it’s time for them to reproduce. No matter that Ratchet hadn’t fertilized the eggs. 

Pharma starts to lay his eggs alone. He shouldn’t be alone for this, he's supposed to have a partner around to help him coax the eggs out, but this isn’t his first clutch of duds. But it is his first clutch with Ratchet there… Ratchet feels an inherent sense of pity for Pharma, and decides to help relieve him. He keeps a stone face while rubbing Pharma's valve through several overloads, catching the eggs in his hands and putting them into a little pile to dispose of later. Pharma is clinging to him, sobbing in pleasure and confusion, but Ratchet just ignores it, not even budging when Pharma tries to tug him closer.

[everettswritings]

Ever since I wrote the Hollyberry headcanons I’ve been thinking about writing some for Dark Cacao ever since, he’s my favorite Ancient and I honestly want him to adopt me. (Side note: SFW only! No NSFW! Get outta here!)

He was honestly apprehensive at first when hearing about your age regression, considering his history with children *cough cough* his son *cough cough*

At first he didn’t really do much, he just made sure you were okay and that was mostly it!

Eventually, he does start getting more comfortable with the idea! He’ll do small things like hold your hand as you walk or assisting you with things like tying your shoes or making food to eat

At his most comfortable he’s pretty much just a dad again! He’ll happily feed you, play with you, and do everything else that’s needed to take care of you (mostly because you remind him of his son, but you didn’t hear that from me)

Loves snuggling with you so much to the point where it’s a daily ritual! Every day you’ll have designated cuddling time with him, it’s simply a must.

The way you feel so safe with him to get so close and comfortable, even to the point of falling asleep in his arms or lap, simply makes his heart melt!

When it gets to the point of you calling him “daddy”, “dada”, “papa”, or whatever he will gladly wear that title as a badge of honor! And admittedly, the first time you called him that he was extremely close to crying tears of joy

Doesn’t spoil you as that’s not the kind of CG he is, but if you’re really good then who’s to say he won’t sneak you a sweet treat? Just don’t tell anyone!

Weirdly enough, I don’t think he’s THAT strict. Sure, he has lots of rules for you, but he’s more or less kinda lenient on them because he… How do I say this? Doesn’t wanna repeat the mistakes he made with his son

Like Hollyberry he is also big and strong so it’s guaranteed that he’ll carry you around and hold you

Occasionally, if nobody is around, he’ll allow you to sit on his lap in the throne room! But he is a really busy king and the throne room is often populated so don’t expect it too often

Impure regression? At first he’s kinda struggling to help you with that, he doesn’t really know what to do! Dealing with emotional issues is not his strong suit, but as a dad he is good at comforting those younger than him so soon enough he realizes what helps you calm down and starts helping you with that sort of thing.

Loves dressing you up… just throwing that out there.

Oddly enough, that’s all I got! You’d think I have more headcanons for him since he’s my favorite, but I guess not. I mean, he doesn’t exactly radiate as much CG energy as Hollyberry Cookie does so… yeah. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this regardless! Have a good one 🫶

(PS: lemme know if I should do this for all the other Ancients, I’m honestly really tempted)

[mydarlingbat]

Detective comics #779 #780 #781 I just read it, and lemme say this is my kind of comic. I enjoyed theses issue so much, but you know what i really enjoyed how Batman was incredibly hostile with his villains in these issues. Not only with villains but civilians too. He was so furious that he causes people to cry like children, however with the Joker. It was so different.

I love, love, the fact that he was actually enraged in theses issues i read. It wasn't pretend neither. It wasn't him acting angry. He wanted to hurt the Riddler. He was furious with Two face. He was being just cold with the rogues, but with the Joker; this is how he shows up.

Ummmmm!!! Where's the anger Batman? Do you see the difference here? And on top of that it's the Joker who suggested to fight with Batman.

What the hell even is that Batman? 'You're going to tell me what happened to solane, and you're going to tell me now' The fakest shit i ever encounter. What are you two about to roleplay or something? You know something funny too? It doesn't stop there, It continues to go further.

Batman slams the Joker head into the snow. First of all Bruce you obviously desired to dance with him. You could have talk with him in the cell like Two face, you know? But obviously you needed this as much as him. This doesn't even exhibits violent. This is intimate. The way Batman grabs at his hair, and loosens his fingers, gently grasping a strand while speaking with him. The whispering in his ear. The flirting. I honestly think this is also a way Batman flirts with the Joker. Another thing is Batman's cape is all around this man, while he lays helplessly on the ground there's no reason for Batman to still be grasping at his hair. Batman actually said he likes to see the Joker helpless in a comic i read recently.

The Joker then realizes he's out of the chains already. Then Batman indulges in this little dance of theirs as always. He informs to the Joker that we can dance now, in so many words. The Joker inquires questions from Batman. Batman answers it with no problem. God, the way he plays around with this man. It's crazy.

There's no denying that Batman shows no contempt or anger towards this man. There's literally nothing there. He's just chatting with the Joker, and People actually say Batman treats all his villains the same.

This isn't done to hurt the Joker badly. It's to play with him. He just needs to give the Joker enough pleasure to collect information from him, even so the way Batman lays his body nearly on top of the Joker isn't exactly needed. He could have still put the weight on his throat with his upper body up, yet he chooses to position himself on top of the Joker in a very intimate way. Again there's no type of anger present on Batman's face, but look at the joy on the joker's face?

And then they play even more, which got me thinking Batman knows exactly what he's participating in when he hurts the Joker. He knows the Joker enjoys it, yet he doesn't mind giving him just that in their dance, even if it's not bloody. This dance their doing is simple and light. It's not the usual violent dance.

Yes, because Batman is always distracted with the Joker. That's why he asked the Joker too distract him. It wouldn't have worked out otherwise, and On top of that Batman still shows no anger towards the Joker.

[jamneuromain]

👅🎂😈 with Curtis Everett 😏

Hi Jaqui😌❤️

So, for 👅 and 🎂 I've got you:

face sitting w/ our train daddy Curtis heheh

Ticking-Bomb

Curtis Everett x Reader (You)

Summary: Curtis wants his cream, and he doesn't mean the cream on the cake.

Warning: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), face sitting (sort of), annoying child(nephew).

A/N: This comes out a bit anti-kids than it was meant to XD

You glance at the clock on the living room wall nervously, tapping your foot for the minute hand to reach "23", before you quickly turn off the oven. Your palms are sweaty in the mittens, but a tingle of warmth still catches up on your skin through the thick cotton gloves before you are able to put the sponge cake on the kitchen counter.

"Woah." Curtis exclaims when he emerges from the bathroom with only a pair of boxers, slipping his grey T-shirt on. A lop-sided grin tugs the corner of his lips, "What did I miss? You look like you just had a fight with the cookie monster."

He's not lying. With the flour on your apron, the splash of milk on the floor and some eggshells near the sink, you are a few chocolate sprinkles away from starting a war with the cookie monster.

You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him, carefully cutting the sponge cake into three thinner slices, "Shut up, Curt."

"Will do, baby." Curtis casually sets foot in the kitchen, before you warn him in a panicked tone that there's some melted butter on the ground too.

The cake you are making is for the birthday dinner with your brother and his family. Your nephew is turning 9 and there is nothing in the world to stop him from eating a birthday cake that is "shaped like a grenade". Unfortunately, your brother and his wife had an emergency at work, which led to you babysitting your nephew in your home while making a cake for the little monster.

Of course, your nephew is now playing in the backyard with his imaginary soldiers and imaginary warlocks, waving a stick in the air and pretending it is some holy scepter.

Curtis tiptoes and hops over the various landmines in your kitchen, as you take out the chocolate-flavored whipped cream from the fridge, and start to build the grenade cake from the bottom layer.

He inhales deeply, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring into your shoulders, "Smells so good, baby."

"Really?" You turn to peck his jaw, focusing back on the half-finished cake, your voice littered with joy, "Was worrying that the cream ... first time making whipped cream on my own, you know-"

"Hmm." Curtis trails his kisses over your spine. You are not sure whether he heard you, but you definitely do not want him to get handsy while a kid is ten feet away from you. Trying hard not to fall into the steamy vibe Curtis started, you propose another idea breathless, "Could you - could you help grab the spatula? I need- um, I-"

A warm breath ghosts your ear, making your body sensitive to his touch.

"I-"

Um, what is it do you need again?

Your hands grip the counter edge tightly, or your knees might give out.

"You're so tense, baby. " He breathes along your shoulder, "Lemme help you loosen up."

"Curtis-" You choke out, "I- Curt-"

"I know."

You can almost hear the grin in his voice.

"I know how much you want it."

He had been on a trip along with the North Pole Expedition team for three months, returning only late last night and sleeping through the whole morning. You would swear he felt like a block of ice when he slipped under the covers last night, when you were both too tired and sleepy to do anything other than fall asleep. And when he woke up just now, you had to attend to your nephew; not one second after his arrival is spent in your bed making hot passionate love.

It would be a filthy lie to tell him that you do not want it.

His hand smooths down to your clothed mound, cupping it with his palm, "Let's see how fast we can finish this, so you can return to the cake, hmm?"

Pulling your shorts and panties to your ankle, Curtis wastes no time positioning himself between your legs, half-kneeling on the floor, and hauling your hips to meet his eager tongue.

His stubbed chin digs into your dripping folds, eliciting a squeal from your lips.

"So fucking wet..." Curtis purrs into your pussy. Every stroke of his tongue and his large hand squeezing your thighs put your mind into a storm of pleasure. Your core leaks like a faucet, with arousal pouring from your body and into his mouth.

The remaining strength you have pushes the half-finished cake further, before collapsing onto the counter as waves of euphoria wash through you, drowning you in the abyss of infinite pleasure.

Blood pounding in your ears, it is hard to tell what come from his sinful lips.

"... Bet you want my cock too, don't you?" Curtis grinds your hips on his face, smacking your ass when your thighs tense up and captures his head between them, cursing softly before licking teasing stripes over your pussy lips, "Easy, baby. Can't have me smothered under your slutty pussy, yeah?"

"... yes. Fuck, oh fuck yes." You whimper pathetically, moving your hips along with the rhythm of his skilled tongue, earning another slap on the back of your thigh.

"Bet you don't even know what I'm talking about." He laughs, vibrations of his timbre tormenting your swollen puffy cunt. Pushing you further into your hazy state, he promises, lapping up at your core, "Gonna fuck you till you can't get out of bed, baby, making up for all the time I've been missing. Gonna give my thick cock, drives you up the wall - you like that, don't you?"

"God yes-" Your words turn to a pitiful moan, to which he presses his fingers onto your neglected bundle of nerves, rubbing circles while his tongue thrusts in your tight walls.

A few delirious grinds on his calloused hand do the trick. You cum with a silent scream in your throat, breathing like you are out of air. If it weren't for his arms supporting you, you would no doubt slide down and end up sitting on the floor.

Thighs trembling, face down in the crook of your arms, you are blissfully unaware of the fact that Curtis turns his head sharply in the direction of the backyard, before quickly returning your undergarments into place, standing up with a hand around your waist as if nothing happened.

"I WANT MY CAAAAKE!" Your nephew comes running inside, waving the stick in the air, screeching like a nasty little goblin.

"Yeah, well, your auntie needs a bit more time to finish it. She's not feeling well, you see." Curtis pats your back softly and steps out from the kitchen, "Why don't you and I go get some ice cream and give her some breather, eh buddy?"

"I WANT MY CAAAAKE!" The boy shouts impatiently, pointing at the half-done cake on the kitchen counter with his imaginary sword, "CAAAAAAAKE!"

"Hm-hmm. I'm sure you do, buddy." Curtis nods, crouching down to the same eye level as the little demon, "You know what'd make the cake come faster? The magic word please."

"CAAAAAAAAAKE!" Your nephew is bound to give you headaches, "CAKE PLEAAAAAAAAAASE."

Curtis turns his head to you, shrugging and licking his lips deliberately as your eyes land on him.

"How about the gaming studio three blocks away, huh?" Curtis continues coaxing, "Ice cream and games. We don't tell nobody 'bout this, and you can have cake and ice cream for dinner again."

"YAAAAAAAAAAY!" The boy roars out in enthusiasm, "GAAAAAAAAME!" As if this is his entire vocabulary.

You can't help but smile. Curtis has his way with little kids and it always makes your heart swell. Even if it's the interaction between him and your annoying nephew.

Curtis grabs his jacket and his sunglasses, giving you a quick peck, he leads your headache-of-a nephew out of sight.

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