#bb vibes yes and sorry

[jamminvroomvroom]

🎀 anon

congrats on 5k

hey bb ! i’ve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg

for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max f’s sister and lando and her being secretly together. they’re all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay 😈😈

anywhere she wants.

ln x fem fewtrell!reader

in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to you…

oh my sweet 🎀 anon, i’m sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love 💖

songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing

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fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where you’ll be staying.

footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.

“you like it?” lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.

“it’s beautiful.” you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.

“so is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?” max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.

“yes, max. that’s all we do.” you mock, biting back at your older brother.

because of course you’re dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.

lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.

“we ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.” max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.

“he is such a knob.” you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.

“he’s your big brother, baby. he’ll get over this.” lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.

you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.

the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of lando’s london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. you’d stood with your ear to the door when he’d stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.

you’d endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasn’t fair at how exposed you’d be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldn’t believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.

you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadn’t made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.

surely, everything would be fine.

-

everything was not, in fact, fine.

you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.

lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. you’d sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.

max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.

“what?” you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.

“so, it’s going well, then… with lando?” one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.

“for fuck sake.” you mutter.

“she’s just asking!” max shoots back, as if he’s offended, as if you can’t see right through him.

“it’s going great.” you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.

“we just wanna make sure that this is right for you.” pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. you’ve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.

“lando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i don’t get what it is that you’re seeing.” you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.

“it’s not so much what we see between you, it’s more about what he was like before.” tom jumps in.

ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.

“because no one here ever fucked around.” you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.

“are we sure this isn’t just a… a fling?” pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.

“yeah, i know him better than you do, and i-“ max’s voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.

he knows him better? what does he know?

does he know that lando can’t sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesn’t tell you that you’re beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that you’re so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that you’re prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?

“shut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you don’t see how much i love him because every time you see us together, you’re hellbent on destroying our happiness.” you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.

“and all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house you’re in.” you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.

“i don’t think i have anything to add.” you hear from behind you.

you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.

“shit, baby.” you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much he’s heard.

“forgot my phone.” he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. “now unless anyone has anything to add, i’m gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.” he grins smugly.

the silence is so deafening that you couldn’t of even heard a pin drop if you’d tried.

you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.

your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. he’s tense, enraged at the disrespect that you’d endured, but he’s soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.

“how much did you hear?” you whisper, clinging to him.

“oh, you know, just all of it.” he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.

“they’re assholes.” you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.

“there is one good thing about it though.” lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.

“what?” you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.

“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” he smirks.

turns out, he didn’t steal you away to mope.

his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.

“they need to learn that you’re mine, that you’re always gonna be mine.” lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.

“lando…” you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.

“maybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.” lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.

he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but there’s just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando let’s the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.

“think anyone else can get you this wet?” lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. “answer me, baby. nice ‘n loud for me.” he demands.

“no, lan.” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. he’s teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.

“and can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, i’ve barely touched you and you’re shaking.” lando’s teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.

“lando, please.” you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.

“my pretty girl fucking my hand, god, you’re so perfect.” lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “bet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.”

you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.

there’s no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding what’s happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.

“so good to me, baby, only you, lando.” you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.

“that’s it, honey, make a mess for me. let ‘em hear you pretty girl.” he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.

you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. lando’s eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.

lando let’s you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he can’t help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.

“get out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.” he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. “take this. have dinner. just fuck off.” he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.

they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorry’s! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.

he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.

“not done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.” lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.

“want you, lan.” you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.

“you’ll have me, baby. always gonna have me.” he smiles, eyes finding yours. “i love you.”

“love you so much.” you whisper, pulling him flush against you. “no matter what.” you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.

he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.

“take me, lando. have me how you want me. ‘m yours.” you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. you’re squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.

that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.

“fuck me.” you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. you’re close to drooling for him.

“beg.” he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. “beg me to show you that i own you.”

your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you can’t even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when he’s wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.

“don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done,” you slur, beginning to ramble. “want to feel you so deep that i’m ruined. ‘m yours, lando. have me.” you plead.

pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. he’s unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.

“is that how you want it, huh, baby?” he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. “look at this perfect fucking body,” his breathe hitches, awestruck. “is it all mine?”

you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when he’s satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.

once he’s overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.

“and this hot, little cunt… is this mine, too?” lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. “to play with? is it baby?”

“god, yes.” you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.

“yes, what?” lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.

“it’s yours!” you sob, choking on your own voice.

“to…?” lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.

“to play with.” you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.

“that’s my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“‘m so close.” you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. he’s covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.

“want me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?” lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasn’t so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.

“n-no,” you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. “inside me.” you beg.

“fill me up.”

his vision blurs.

lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.

your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando can’t help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. you’re covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you can’t help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he can’t seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.

this can’t be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.

“lemme help you with that.” he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.

you don’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. you’re too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he can’t. it’s not that he won’t, it’s that he quite simply can’t.

his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture you’ve made and you can’t do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you won’t. lando knows you won’t.

it’s torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. it’s like he’s turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. he’s insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.

and when it hits, god, does it hit.

the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.

“tired, baby?” lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.

“just a tad.” you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.

“oh, sweetheart. i’m not even nearly done with you yet.” lando grins toothily, deviously.

something he said about fucking you ‘anywhere’ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.

-

anywhere really did mean anywhere.

he’d had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that you’d been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.

you’re utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.

you’re curled up in lando’s lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.

“call me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please don’t wake her up.” lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies he’d been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.

“i- no, i wasn’t gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.” max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.

“you would have paid for it.” he still doesn’t look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. it’s tender, intimate.

max considers that there’s a strong possibility he was wrong.

“mate, listen-“

“nope. she’s your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.” lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.

“i’m gonna talk to her.” max bows his head, as if he’s ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.

“you should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.” lando says. “look, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.” lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.

“for the record, i don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.” max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.

“i just wanna make her happy.” he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in max’s belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.

“you do.” he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. “but,” max quips.

lando grimaces, bracing himself.

“if you ever, ever, pull something like that again,” max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. “i will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.” max swears, pointing a finger of warning.

“seems like everyone’s come to their senses, no more… pranks from me.” lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.

“have you two kissed and made up yet?” you murmur, stretching out in lando’s arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.

“we’re good. ‘m, uh, sorry.” max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.

“you’re “uh, sorry”?” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i’m really sorry.” max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension they’ve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.

“hey, max?”

“yeah, lovely?” your chest warms at the sweet nickname. you’d forgotten the last time he’d called you that.

“wash your sheets.” your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear lando’s sharp inhale of breath, shocked that you’d gone there.

“you didn’t- my god, you did not-“ max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.

“you’ll never know for sure.” you grin. you think he’s going to faint.

serves the bastard right.

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CRAVING YOU

Joel Miller x f!reader || 3,9k

Summary: after a breakup you throw a big Halloween party and look for someone hot to spend the night with, but no one attracts your attention. That is until you see Joel.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, age gap (how big is up to you bb), soft!Joel, soft!dom vibes, sex with a stranger, praise kink, fingering, squirting, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, reader getting emotional, aftercare, talk of past heartbreak, smoking. Pics are only for the mood but reader wears a described slutty costume. Joel can lift reader.

A/n: this is written for @mermaidgirl30 ‘s Halloween writing challenge. Thank you for the fun event, Jamie!🩷 Smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 Happy Halloween everyone!🎃🖤

MASTERLIST

“As if!”

You push away another drunk frat boy off yourself and head to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. Yes, you look hot as hell practically naked in your red bra, tiny red skirt and a red latex coat over your naked shoulders but it doesn’t give them the right to get handsy with you. Walking through your parents’ house, dark except for the strobing lights, drowning in loud music, you wonder why you invited all of these assholes but it’s totally on you. You wanted to throw a big Halloween party after breaking up with your long-term boyfriend. Not so ‘long’ anymore. He was the one you planned to marry. To spend all your life with. You were high school sweethearts, went to the same college and suddenly all your plans turned to ashes. You found yourself lost, heartbroken and in need of comfort. Tonight you wanted to be hugged or fucked or both.

But unfortunately nobody has attracted your attention. You’re walking through the buzzing crowd but suddenly you stop in your tracks as soon as you spot him.

He’s standing outside in the empty backyard, illuminated by the string lights and the moon. His back is to the house and the first thing you notice is a tool belt, hanging around his hips. A builder costume? Interesting.

The belt attracts your attention to his gorgeous ass and even from afar you see that it looks delicious in jeans. You bite your lip, imagining your hands on those cheeks.

His back is broad. Strong. A plaid shirt is strained over his muscular shoulders. His dark curls shine with the silver of the moon.

Like a shark finally smelling its prey, you start moving towards him, pushing away everyone in your way. You slide a glass door, releasing the music and the chatter of the party into the yard, and the loud sounds make the man turn. Internally you squeal with excitement when you see his handsome features, partially hidden behind the cigarette smoke. When it dissipates, your breath hitches. His prominent nose is asking to be sat on, his dark eyes are scorching every inch of your exposed skin yet his plush lips curve into a warm smile at the sight of you sauntering towards him.

”Hey,” you purr, waving at the stranger with your fingers. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You offer him your hand and he blows the smoke to the side, before gently shaking it.

“Sorry, miss. I’m Joel. Joel Miller.”

You tell him your name and notice his eyes linger on your body, barely covered and sparkling with glitter. In your mind you smirk— you’re so fucking him tonight.

“Jus’ havin’ a smoke. I’ll leave soon.”

“No, why, it’s allowed,” you giggle and look him up and down before adding. “I really love your costume, Joel.”

You step up closer to him and slide your index finger along the tool belt, stopping over his big bulge. You both glance down and he smiles,

“ ‘s not a costume, sweetheart. I’m a contractor. The man who owns this house wants to redo some stuff in the backyard. He told me I could come and take the measurements tonight. My crew is starting work tomorrow. Didn’t know there’d be a party.”

He glances at the house and chuckles, seeing someone do a keg stand in the living room.

“Oh.”

You realize why your father had told you to keep the guests out of the backyard. Strangely the fact that he’s a contractor makes the situation even hotter. You give Joel a little smile, batting your eyelashes at him, and whisper, “My mistake.”

“It’s ok. ‘s Halloween after all. What are you?" Joel asks, taking in your 'costume' that barely covers anything. To lure him in further, you push your chest out and your red coat opens up more, showing the man all of your assets. Joel shifts on his feet and you wonder if his jeans are getting too tight.

"I'm a girl who wants to have fun tonight."

You give him a loaded smile and in a second giggle as his eyebrows shoot up.

"I'm the devil, Joel."

You tilt your head down and point at your little red horns.

Joel nods slowly, taking another drag of his cigarette. His gaze sticks to your breasts, your belly, your barely covered thighs.

"Lookin' great, sweetheart. I'm ready to sell my soul."

Melting from the pet name, you tilt your head to the side and ask in a sultry voice, "Oh, really? And what do you want for your soul, Joel?"

The man narrows his eyes at you and his tongue slides over the lower lip as he contemplates his answer for a second.

"Jus' what every man wants, I reckon."

"What's that?"

"A sexy devil ready to grant his every wish."

It seems that you stop breathing and immediately feel yourself getting wet. Your heart is fluttering as he’s flirting with you. Your gazes are dancing over each other’s bodies, hungry and enticing, and he puts out the cigarette and inches closer to you. Your eyes lock, challenging each other to act on your desires.

“Guess you got lucky tonight, Joel” you whisper.

His smile is downright devilish.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

Your voices are barely audible with the music, blasting inside the house, but you hear each other perfectly well. It feels intimate even with a bunch of people, partying behind the glass doors. There’s no one else in the world, just Joel and you, and the moon, bathing you two in its pearly light. Heat radiating from his big body contrasts with the chilly air, and you shiver.

“Let’s go inside, you’re cold,” he offers, motioning to the house, but you’d hate to be interrupted by anyone.

“There’s a guest house over there — I’ve heard. I doubt you’ve already measured stuff there.”

You bite your lower lip as a fear grips your stomach. What if he says ‘no’? Rejection would cut you like a knife right now. But Joel surprises you.

He lifts his hand to your face and pinches your chin, holding you in place. His tone is serious all of a sudden.

“Are you drunk?”

His piercing eyes are assessing your face for a few seconds and you slowly but surely drown in them.

“No. Only had one drink. I’m fine.”

You look at his lips, your breath frozen, until he replies,

“Actually... You are right. Let’s go take a look at that house.”

Flashing him a mischievous grin, you take his big warm hand and start walking. On your way there your core is tingling with anticipation. You've never done anything like this before. Never been so turned on by someone you’ve just met. But your body burns with the need and you take a leap.

As soon as you step through the door, finally away from the annoying party in the main house, you take your coat off, hop on a desk and playfully beckon Joel with your finger. You feel sexy and ready to have fun.

He looks around the place and then his obsidian eyes focus on you. He prowls closer, taking his tool belt off.

“You can leave it on,” you purr, planting your hands on the surface behind you and arching your back.

He shakes his head. “Don’t wanna hurt you…sharp tools.”

He throws the belt on the floor and steps up between your spread thighs. You throw your legs wider apart and your short skirt rides up, exposing your pussy covered by red panties.

Joel’s eyes land there immediately and he mumbles, “Fuckin’ hell.”

Happy with the effect you have on the man, you lean forward and press a kiss to his scruffy cheek. He drags his nose down to your neck and then whispers into your ear,

“Why are you doin’ this?”

You smile at the question. “Because I’m horny. And you’re hot.”

“Hmm, let me ask again. Why— are you doin’ this? Don’t lie now.”

You pull away and glare at him, your brows furrowed. His eyes are set on your face, his expression serious, waiting, and you snap, not hiding your rising frustration.

“Can’t a girl just wanna get fucked?”

His hands run over your naked thighs, and then he brings them to your shoulders. Joel glides his thumbs over your skin there, while his warm eyes are darting between yours.

“Yes, baby, but usually there’s a deeper reason.”

A few seconds pass and his soft gaze breaks your walls, emotions stir in your chest, and you feel your throat tighten and drop your head, averting your eyes from the man.

“My boyfriend… he cheated on me.”

A few moments pass before Joel gruffs,

“The fuck’s his problem? Is he insane?”

You smile and Joel sighs before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Soft then,” he mumbles against your sensitive skin, sending vibrations through your trembling body.

“What?” you ask as your soft lips are grazing his beard. Joel presses kisses to your face, slowly moving to your mouth.

“I needed to ask— to know how to fuck you, baby.”

Your lips finally meet and he kisses you as his hands wrap around your body.

The kiss makes your head spin. He smells like a cheap deodorant and something so manly, your core floods with sticky lust. His scent intoxicates you. It’s completely different from your ex’s and it makes you throb. Your core, burning with desire, demands him inside you and the ache between your legs sends your hands to his belt. Your body is pleading, ‘Give me— please—need you’.

Joel gently bites your lower lip, slightly pulling away, and you murmur,

“Fuck me.”

He searches for your eyes and takes your impatient hands in his.

“No.”

You open your mouth to protest but he continues,

“I wanna make you feel good first. Can I?”

You nod and then softly gasp as Joel cups your pussy over your panties and his thumb slides up and down caressing your clit under the thin fabric.

”Have you let anyone touch you after… him?”

You shake your head, your lips parted, your nails digging into his shoulders, as you’re watching him take you apart even with a barrier of the material. It’s unbelievable that a fire is already smoldering deep inside you. You struggle to remember the last time your ex turned you on so hard and so fast.

“Am I your rebound then?” Joel asks and your eyes snap up to his. Your stomach drops in fear of him getting offended. But you see his plush lips curve into a smile as he reassures you,

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I don’t mind. I’d be a fool. Look at you.”

His hungry gaze slides down your face, your neck, your chest until it lands on his own hand still pressed to your pussy. Then his thumb snakes under the gusset of your panties and a lightning bolt shoots through your body when his finger finds and starts swirling your slippery clit.

A pathetic whine leaves your parted lips and he pulls you closer to him with his free hand on your lower back.

”Oh my god,” you moan and he takes a deep breath, his cheek pressed to yours. His lips tickle your skin, your whole body burning up under his caress, as he whispers into your ear,

“Do you feel it— how wet you’re?”

His finger is gliding easily over your puffy clit with all the slick lubing his and your skin, and you mewl a soft ‘yeah’.

“Such a good girl for me. But anyone can make a girl come like this—,”

“My ex rarely could,” you blurt out with a hazy smile.

Joel chuckles and his beard lightly rubs your cheek.

“Damn. What an ass.”

You’re so lost in pleasure that you just hum, breathing in his scent.

“Baby, can I put my fingers inside you? Wanna make you feel real good.”

You think, if you’re even capable of thinking right now, that you’d let him do anything to you. Of course you agree, surrendering your body to the man you see for the first time in your life, spreading your thighs a little wider as a silent invitation.

“Thank you, my sexy devil,” Joel growls and his mouth crushes against yours before his middle finger pushes into your sopping hole.

The noise you make doesn’t sound devilish. It’s a soft whimper that he swallows, not parting from your lips even for a second, even to watch his ring finger quickly join the first one. He’s kissing you feverishly, licking into your mouth, while his thick digits plunge in and out your squelching pussy with a steady rhythm. You tilt your hips up to grant him better access and he dives in deeper, claiming the furthest parts of your core.

Joel breaks the kiss and presses his sweaty forehead to yours.

“Listen to yourself— moaning on my fingers like this— imagine what I can do with my cock.”

“Joel, please,” you beg not sure why- to make him stop talking or asking him to continue. He knows the answer even better than you.

“You’ll be screaming my name soon, little devil. Give me a chance and you’ll be screaming it every day.”

He drops his gaze and you follow.

A lustful moan falls from your lips when you see his manly fingers move in and out your glistening entrance, your panties and his digits are coated in your shiny slick. The sight adds pleasure to your already ecstatic sensations.

“It’s like my fingers belong in your pussy, sweetheart.”

He almost pulls them out but then hooks them inside you and his pads start rubbing a spot that makes your core vibrate and eyes roll back.

“Yeah—oh, yeahhhh—“, you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders mercilessly as you feel your climax approaching fast.

“Fuck! you’ll make me bust into my jeans soundin’ like this —lookin’ like this.”

Joel is massaging your soft spot for a few moments and suddenly you feel tickling pressure rise under his touch and a panic grips your heart.

“Oh no, Joel—wait—,” you mumble but in a second you feel warm wetness rush out of you as Joel keeps fingering you, lewd noises filling the room, and your thighs, the desk, Joel’s jeans get splayed with your clear juices.

“Yes! fuck, yes! Give it to me, baby!”

With the added wetness you come hard, shaking on the slippery desk, and Joel holds you with a free hand, pressing his body closer to yours, while your whole world squeezes into the size of this room, where the man you’ve just met is making you see the brightest stars behind your eyelids.

As soon as your body stops trembling, you fall into his embrace and Joel holds you against his chest, letting you catch your breath. His arms, secure and strong around you, send waves of comfort to your heart and suddenly you feel wetness not only between your naked thighs but also in your eyes.

You sit up on the desk, your eyes glistening, your hands gripping his shirt, and give him a warm smile, full of affection and gratitude.

Joel chuckles and kisses your cheek,

“Have you never squirted before? You looked so terrified, little thing.”

You shake your head and drop it, hiding your eyes but also assessing the damage. The desk is a mess.

Joel notices your unease and takes your chin between his fingers.

“I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry.” Then he lifts your face to his and winks, “I’m honored to be the first.”

You’re trying to keep yourself from melting under his dark brown eyes but it’s hard. Your whole body is longing for him, his touch, his lips. Joel’s gorgeous and he’s just given you the best orgasm of your life. What chances have you got?

So you give in to your heart‘s and pussy’s desire.

“I want you, Joel. Want you to fuck me.”

Joel runs his hands over your whole body with a smile before saying,

“I’d love to fuck you, baby. But tonight I think you need me to make love to you. Let me do that.”

You feel warmth stir deep in your belly before replying with a quiet but confident ‘yes’ and in the next second Joel wraps your legs around his waist and lifts you off the desk.

“There must be a bed here,” he mumbles, carrying you to another room and you hum into the crease of his neck. You know there’s one.

The bed is soft and warm under you in comparison with the desk but you don’t think about it. Your whole being is focused on the man discarding his clothes in front of you. You can’t help but moan when he takes his boxers off and climbs on the bed completely naked. His body is strong, the broad chest and shoulders make your hands itch to touch and squeeze them, your lips desire to trace his happy trail down and to kiss his big hard cock, standing proudly. He’s perfect.

“Your turn baby,” he motions to your ‘costume’, and when you sit up he stops you.

“Let me. Please.”

You gladly give him full control and your body vibrates under his fingers when he slowly and gently undresses you.

Both naked except for the horns on your head, you immediately gravitate to each other and the sensation of his hot skin against yours sends shivers through your body.

“Cold, sweetheart? I’ll warm you up.“

Joel kisses you again and pushes you to lie down before getting between your thighs and covering your body with his. His leaking cock smears precum over your belly and you impatiently start rubbing your folds against his shaft, chasing any pressure you can get.

“My devil’s needy, huh? Pretty girl wants my cock?”

“Yes, please,” you whine and Joel locks eyes with you.

“Wait a second—“ he mumbles, about to leave you, but you wrap your arms around him.

“No, I need to feel you. Fully. No condoms.”

Joel presses his forehead to yours.

“You sure? I promise I’m clean but —.”

“Me too. I’ve had sex only with my ex. Ever.”

He looks into your eyes and you don’t see pity there, only care, respect.

“If you’re sure, baby—.”

He kisses you again and you feel his hand slither between your bodies as he grabs his cock and pushes the tip past your folds. The fat head nudges your soft hole and you gasp when he begins pushing his length in, inch by inch, careful not to hurt you.

“Fuckin’—sorry, hnggg—that’s it, little devil. Taking me so good.”

And you are taking him easily, despite his size. You’ve been opened up by his thick fingers, your recent orgasm, and you happily welcome him into your warmth and wetness.

When Joel bottoms out, he growls and you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly. With your lips caressing each other, he begins rocking his hips against you, sending his cock deeper and deeper, until it hits your cervix and you bite his lip.

Joel smirks, “Naughty devil. You feel too fuckin’ good to be real.”

You smile, your eyes hazy as they roll behind your head, when Joel changes an angle and begins rutting into you, stroking the right spot over and over.

You moan loudly and he swallows your noises with another kiss. You’re clawing at his arms and back, making him groan, spreading your thighs wider for him to take everything from you, to give him yourself completely. Your puffy clit grinds against his pelvic bone and another orgasm crests in your core.

With every thrust the head of his cock deliciously massages you from the inside and he picks up the pace sending you higher until another climax blooms behind your clit and explodes in the deepest part of your core and you come apart from both stimulations.

You scream his name just like Joel predicted and he doesn’t shut you with a kiss this time. His eyes are on you, drinking your pleasure.

“Yeah, good girl. Take it, baby— fuck! your pussy —choking me —ahhhh…”

He moans and you feel warmth spread inside you when he starts squirting his seed against your pulsating walls. You wrap your legs around him tighter to keep him in, take all of it gratefully. Your pussy is fluttering around his throbbing cock and you keep whimpering while his hips thrust in, sending his load deeper.

After Joel fills you up, he stills inside you and searches for your eyes. Through heavy breaths he asks you, brows knitted together, voice worried,

“What is it? Did I hurt you? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

When he cups your cheek, you realize that you’re crying, tears streaming down your face to your temples, your chest shaking with quiet sobs.

“No, I’m not hurt— I don’t know— I don’t know—,” you shake your head, mumbling, confused by your own reaction but he doesn’t push further.

Joel gently pulls out, lies down next to you and takes you in his arms. His body presses to yours as he covers you both with the bedspread. He leans closer and kisses your forehead, your cheeks and you slowly calm down, comforted by your lover.

“I don’t usually cry after sex. I’m sorry,” you whisper after a few minutes, still sniffing from time to time, and he glides his warm hands over your back.

“‘s ok, baby. Is it me?”

“No! Well, kinda—yes. Because it was amazing. I’ve never felt so good before.”

You feel Joel’s smile against your forehead, and you lift your face to his and whisper,

“Thank you.“

“My pleasure.”

With a twinkle in his eye, he presses his lips to yours and softly kisses you, hesitant to push too soon, too hard. But you know what you want so you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue between his lips and soon you’re making out as your pussy clenches around nothing. Your inner thighs are wet and sticky but you don’t care.

When Joel breaks the kiss, he locks eyes with you.

“I doubt you’re the devil, baby.”

“Oh?” You sound a little offended.

“Yeah. I think you’re the most beautiful angel. Too perfect for any asshole on this planet.”

Your lips curve into a smile as you purr,

“You don’t seem like an asshole.”

“Thank you,” he smiles back.

He pulls you in closer again and you two rest together, relishing the new-found intimacy. Joel is the first to break the silence.

”Did he ever apologize?”

The question rings loudly in the quiet room. An hour ago it would make you upset, as a reminder of the biggest heartbreak of your life. Now it barely grazes your soul.

”No.”

Joel hugs you tighter and murmurs,

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of Joel’s skin. Breathing out the pain of the previous relationship.

You’re lying in each other’s arms for a few more minutes until Joel searches for your eyes.

“We can’t let this night be the only one. What do you say, baby? Can I see you again?”

Your heart sings but then drops into your stomach. You have to tell him. After clearing your throat, you admit,

”This client of yours. It’s my dad. I live here—,” You see Joel’s eyebrows rise up and quickly add, “I can stop by the backyard tomorrow? If you’d like.”

Regret is clawing at your chest. Why haven’t you said anything sooner? He probably hates you now. But Joel smirks, lifting weight off your soul.

“You’re full of surprises, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Naughty devil.”

With that he pushes you down and kisses your smiling lips.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

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RECKLESS

paring | foggy nelson x reader

summary | statistically speaking, fucking your annoying coworker is never a good idea. but who cares about statistics?

warnings | MDNI 18+, sexual themes & situations, no real plot (just concepts & vibes bb), your yearly reminder that i can't write smut, not edited we die like foggy in dd:ba (fuck that show)

word count | 660+

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“Holy shit, holy shit, holy–”  

“Foggy!” Your voice was sharp. His face—cheeks tinted rosy pink—was so close to yours that, with the slightest movement, your noses were at risk of bumping together. “Stop. Talking.”  

His breathing was erratic. His gaze flitted between your eyes and your lips, as if unsure of where to look. “Sorry.” A second of quiet, and then: “It’s just—are we doing this? Like, actually doing this?”  

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kill him.  

You wanted him to shut up and to never stop talking ever again.  

“Foggy?”  

“Yes?”  

“I mean this in the nicest way,” you told him, though your tone indicated otherwise, “but don’t you think now is a little too late to be asking that?”  

Your skirt was pushed up to your goddamn waist. Whatever skin wasn’t covered by the thin fabric of your panties was pressed to the smooth, cool varnish of his desk. His palms pressed flat against the side of your thighs, fingers occasionally flexing with the urge to squeeze, held back by a most infuriating sense of restraint. 

His hips were wedged between your legs. Even through the barriers that separated you—his slacks, your panties—you could still feel him pressing against your core.  

Hard.  

Thick.  

“Well, you know what they say.” He gave a little shrug, nervous and adorable. “No time like the present, amirite?”  

You couldn’t agree less.  

But this was what Foggy was good at, wasn’t it? Pushing your buttons, getting under your skin. The two of you were opposites. Oil and water, yin and yang. If you said down, he said up, if you said red, he said green.  

And if you said Let’s Fuck, Foggy Nelson was for sure the type of guy to look you dead in the eyes and say: Actually?  

“Franklin–” his nose scrunched at the use of his real name “–I can feel every inch of your dick pressing against my–”  

His grin widened. “How are you feeling about that by the way?”  

You sucked an agitated breath through your nostrils.

“Presently? Not so good, Franklin.” Your glare bored right through the soul of him, menacing as it was in any courtroom as you stressed, “Not. So. Good.”  

You hated this.  

You hated him.  

Just minutes ago, the two of you had been at each other’s throats—a common occurrence during late nights at the office. The catalyst had been stupid. For tomorrow’s opening statement, you wanted to present the teenaged client as wholly innocent. But Foggy—stupid, stupid Foggy!—wanted to paint them as misguided youth. That way, he argued, if the plaintiff brought forth enough evidence to prove the client guilty (which, to be fair, they definitely were), then the jury might still take pity on them if it seemed they’d been failed by a larger system.  

It was risky. Reckless. No better than a blatant admission of guilt, really.  

And that was exactly the point you’d been trying to make—your finger jabbing against his chest, his jaw clenched with frustration—when, suddenly, the Earth shifted on its axis and his lips crashed against yours.  

As a lawyer, you prided yourself on being a person of extreme logic.  

Facts and figures, reason over impulse. You valued sense. Statistics. You never made a move without ensuring that success was not only possible, but probable.  

And workplace relationships? Ugh…  

Let’s just say the numbers weren’t in your favor on that one.  

“Foggy,” you raked your fingers through his soft blonde locks. Tugged, relishing in the way his eyelids fluttered shut, plush lips parting with a sweet, almost whimpering, sound. “I’m only going to tell you this one more time.” Your voice was low, firm. “Stop talking and start fucking. Got it?”  

He was already nodding, already fumbling for his pants, before the last word had even left your tongue. “Yes ma’am,” he choked out, so dutiful and submissive that you forgot all about facts and figures, reason over impulse.  

Fuck statistics.  

You were doing this.  

Definitely, definitely doing this.

a/n - god. if i knew how to write smut? i'd love to continue this. such a fun concept (in my opinion). anyways, hope you all enjoyed this little short piece about the most precious human to ever live (count your days, born again).

as always, could be ooc, but I do my best so cut me some slack lmao

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idk why this bothered me enough to make a post but I feel like I keep seeing instances where people try to correct against Tim Drake fanon that's derived from canon and over-correct into not canon anymore. so here's some Tim Lore(TM) that people get mixed up about whether it's fanon or canon.

CANON: TIM SNUCK OUT AND TOOK PICS OF BATMAN

(Batman #440)

That's Tim's hand, that's Tim's narration. Yes, plenty of those photos are newspaper clippings but several aren't, and we literally just saw Tim taking pictures of Batman. Fanon likely expanded the extent to which he did it, but there's canon basis for it. And he had to have been doing it long enough to notice the change in Batman's patterns of violence.

CANON: TIM'S ADULT SUPERVISION WAS QUESTIONABLE

During his first arc, we find out he's been attending boarding school, but it's a vacation week and does not indicate being under any supervision. When questioned, he never knows where his parents are, nor does he have any clear idea of when he'll see them.

(Batman #441)

(I forgot what issue this is from sorry)

(Detective Comics #618)

FANON: TIM GREW UP NEXT DOOR TO WAYNE MANOR

This is really more a misunderstanding than anything else, but the Drakes didn't purchase and move into Drake Manor (which IS next door to Wayne Manor) until after he became Robin. It was Alfred's idea. So like... yes, he lived next door to Bruce but not when he was little.

But also, please keep writing bb!Tim lives next door to the Waynes fics PLEASE I love them.

(Batman #480) (ALSO READ THIS ISSUE IT IS SO GOOD THERE IS SUCH DELICIOUS ANGST ABOUT TIM'S RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FATHER)

????: I DON'T THINK MRS MAC WAS EVER TIM'S NANNY/KNEW HIM BEFORE HE WAS ROBIN BUT I CAN'T TECHNICALLY PROVE IT

I think this is the same kind of fanon as "Tim grew up as the Waynes' neighbor" where something that did canonically happen was projected into his childhood. Mrs. McIlvaine's first appearance was in Robin III #3. She just kind of shows up to be the housekeeper when they move into Drake Manor. I don't get the vibe that they know each other very well, and it makes sense to have hired someone new because they moved into a new property.

FYI: TIM BEING ROBIN MIGHT'VE GIVEN JACK DRAKE A COUPLE EXTRA YEARS OF LIFE ACTUALLY

Jack and Janet were kidnapped by the Obeah Man. Batman was involved in another case at the time and while I can't say for certain he wouldn't have gotten involved in their case at all, I'd say the fact that it was Tim's parents changed his priorities. They definitely would've both died if not for Batman's interference. As it was, the timing was pretty close, so if he hadn't gotten involved soon enough, they would've most likely died. (Detective Comics #118-121)

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Mercy

pairing: noah sebastian x female reader

tags/cw: 18+MDNI!! soft dom!reader, sub!Noah, mommy kink, use of sex toys, edging, overstimulation, unprotected vaginal intercourse, squirting.

word count: 1k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @darksigns-exe @malice-ov-mercy @sitkowski @somebodyels3 @cncohshit @lacktoesandtoddlerants @cookiesupplier @collective-heartbreak @jilliemiw86 @collapsedglasshouses @broken0mens @lma1986 @somebodyels3 @shilohrosechicken @thisbicc @sprokat

authors note: this is for my dear @baddestomens who requested prompt 132. “You’ll have to beg for that” with subby!Noah (my beloved). hope it’s everything you wanted bb 💖

“Sorry, baby.” You whisper against your boyfriend’s inner thigh. “You’ll have to beg for that.”

A hoarse fuck is the only response you hear from Noah as his head thuds against the pillow. You bite and suck another bruise on his thigh next to the spot you just marked up, satisfied with your work. The hum of the bullet you have held to the tip of his cock is no doubt the reason for Noah’s shaking legs. Or, at least part of the reason.

You move to sit on the backs of your heels, removing the vibrator as you shift. Noah’s hand shoots to your wrist; his eyes wide in fear that you’re going to leave him like this. You quietly shush him to calm him down, pushing his hand away. When you slide your hands along his thighs to spread them as far as they’ll go, he shivers. You shuffle between them, admiring how pretty he looks laid out before you.

The tip of his cock is cherry red and leaking with precum. What wasn’t on the vibrator had pooled onto his belly. You collected it with the bullet, popping it in your mouth and humming at the taste. Noah whines and attempts to sit up but you push him back with your hand against his chest, leaning over him as he goes. You pull the bullet out of your mouth and drag it across his lips until they part and eagerly suck it into his mouth. The way his cheeks hollow and he bobs his head makes your mouth go dry.

“Maybe I should grab the strap instead. Make you choke and come on mommy’s cock.”

Noah moans a needy little sound. It’s one you’ve heard when he’s begging but this time it almost sounds pained. He shakes his head in disagreement but keeps his mouth around the vibrator. You cock an eyebrow at him.

“No?” You question him, ripping the vibrator from between his lips. “That desperate for my pussy, are we?”

“Yes,” Noah mumbles. His mouth is still so full of saliva that he swallows so he can speak coherently. “Yes. Need to be inside of you, honey.”

“I told you, baby.” You say, placing the vibrator back to his tip. “You’re going to have to beg for that.”

Noah cries out, his back arching off the bed. Tears prick the corner of his eyes as he writhes underneath you, a litany of pleas falling from his lips. You trail kisses down his jaw, neck, and chest, enjoying his begging. When his stomach grows taut and his hips buck, you pull the vibe away ruining his oncoming orgasm.

You don’t give him time to complain too much as you gather all of the saliva in your mouth, spitting it onto his cock below you. Taking him in hand, you give him a few good strokes before sinking down on him. The stretch is always dizzying, but tonight might be your undoing.

He whimpers your name, long tattooed fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, begging you to move. You manage to unroll your eyes from the back of your head and there’s no chance of you drawing this out any longer. Noah bites his lip, shakily exhaling the air he had been holding so he could keep himself together, but it causes you to crumble in the process.

You plant your hand on his chest, rotating your hips slowly. You’re barely holding yourself back when you hear him whisper “Oh God, fuck me,” through gritted teeth. String. Snapped.

The vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as you bounce on top of him. The feeling of his cock slamming into you filling every inch knocks the breath out of your lungs. Noah’s fingers dig into your ass, smacking the plump flesh to coax you on.

He pulls you down towards him, sucking your nipple into his mouth. He rolls the hardened bud around with his tongue and bites down hard, the sensation shooting right through you. You pull on his hair and he whimpers, biting down on you again.

Noah moans something unintelligible. He tries to repeat it at your request but you still can’t make it out. You grip his hair harder, dragging him off your breast as he whines and pants.

“It’s not nice to talk with your mouth full, sweet boy. Why don’t you try that again?”

“Please… I—Ah…please let me come.” He pants, groaning as you grind hard against him.

“I’ll let you come, baby. Don’t worry.” You say as you smile down at him. Noah sighs in relief, clawing at your hips to encourage you to move again. You resist him, lifting yourself until only the tip of his cock inside of you. You grab his chin to make him look at you.

“Make me come first and I’ll let you fill my pussy up.”

He’s begging before you even say the words.

“Pleasepleaseplease. Oh fuck, baby—PLEASE.”

He carries on with his supplication. The wanton chanting only becomes more desperate as your hips begin to roll.

“Fuck, your pussy is making me feel so good. Thank you, mommy. Thankyouthankyou.”

Noah calling you mommy has your pussy clenching around him, forcing more filth from his mouth. Warmth spreads through your body and you feel your orgasm approaching but it won’t quite reach its peak. You look down at Noah. He recognizes the look in your eyes immediately and reaches beside you for the vibrator. He turns it back on, pressing it against you.

The moment it touches your clit you jolt forward, burying your face into Noah’s neck. Your pace falters slightly but Noah eagerly bucks his hips into yours to make up for it. Your vision is white hot and as soon as you hear him grunt a strangled please, mommy in your ear, you’re soaking his cock, screaming so loud you’re certain the neighbors will call in a noise complaint.

You don’t even have to ask if he finished. The sated smile on his face when you get a look at him answers your question. He proposes a bath, once you’ve regained feeling in your legs, and it’s an offer you can’t refuse.

[remerg]

Can you pretty please drop your blues brother headcanons? :>

Sorry it took me so long to answer this HAKDHFJFBDNS

[Just a note, these are my personal hc's and that's just how I interpret both Jake and Elwood]

|| Jake ||

• Gluttonous bitch (that's obvious if you think only someone like him would ask for 4 fried chickens and a coke)

• He would actually enjoy sweets, but he'll be very selective.

• Scrappy and vindictive fella. Better avoid messing with him, or Elwood.

• Can't stand kids. Or doesn't like them to an extent, feeling very uncomfy around them.

• Following the vindictive thing: I picture him as being quite protective of Elwood, probably more when they were kids and maybe teenagers. So, mess with his brother, mess with him too (and get your ass kicked)

• Bisexual. Just has a preference for women

• W h o r e (I don't think I need to explain why)

• He isn't very physically affectionate (or very affectionate in general) I actually think he's a bit uncomfy with that kind of affection.

• Very athletic guy (he just gets fucked up by cigars😔☝️☝️)

• Alcoholic yes, but not the kind to be a complete stupid when drunk 🗿💥

• Gets sick often, goes through a living hell when this happens.

• Dyslexic (I think this is canon actually), still has a bit of problems bc of this.

• Jake is actually a very emotional guy, the fact that he's all tough and allat it's just a way to hide it👁️

• HISTORY NERDDDD (no one knows about this besides Elwood, it's also pointed out in I think the BB Private book he has potential for history sooooo)

• Bro's got the ADHD

• And he's also a gang history nerd hehehe

|| Elwood ||

• Very calm, reserved guy (maybe an introvert).

• Tends to fix Jake's tie quite often.

• Eats way less than you think, very low quantities of food (he's healthy dw)

• On the contrary to Jake, Elwood is more of a kids guy. So maybe he's the one to deal with all the kids on the orphanage while Jake just silently goes away lol.

• He knows how to defend himself quite well so that's not a worry for him. The one thing that actually worries him is Jake always defending him, since it always ends up with the latter being quite fucked up (he's insisted Jake to stop, he won't listen🗿)

• He has more of a 'Dad Face' as in, ppl will always confuse Elwood with being the dad of some random kid (not random anymore in BB2k☝️☝️)

• HETEROCHROMIA

• Following the latter, I think he might've been uncomfortable with this for a while, mostly on his early years thanks to Catholic beliefs. He's just more comfortable with the sunglasses on.

• He's got the weird math teacher vibe (he's great in math as shown in BB Private)

• Also he's a great mechanic, he has definitely tinkered with the Bluesmobile

• In the 90s he'd probably managed to get a job as a mechanic, u won't change my mind oUgh

• A u t i s m (we love him)

• As in the 90's, he's definitely bickering all the time with Buster lol

• He's now got the dad's personality, yell at the kid for him to give you the wrench when fixing the car/j/hj

• Might still miss Jake, but at least he's being happy with his new family

• Bluesmobile is just that resistant bc of Elwood's lot of work and love he's put into it (u could say the car gets its soul thanks to Elwood)

[wyrmguardsecrets]

Tired of hearing these NOT functional adults with their: My mental health triggered a breakdown My anxiety triggered a mental breakdown My ADHD and autism triggered a mental breakdown I forgot to take my medicines, so you deal with my mental breakdown Sorry bb no, I'm here to play, to escape, to write and to enjoy, I'm not your babysitter, I'm not your therapist, I barely know you; I don't care about your past dramas, your old nemesis, who stalks who, or even your experience with bad ERP scenes. So please shut the fuck up, exit game and work on yourself. Yes, we have empathy but hey, the person just logs in to vent, rant, vent, rant, vent, every single freaking day draining the positive vibes that MG barely has so... HELL NO, I prefer my safe clique group as they ended calling it. Anyways, how do you deal with these people?

/ignore

[alexs-life-is-a-bit]

Helo fren

you have discord?

any songs recs/fave song right now? /nf

mine right now is Sappho by Frankie cosmos

YES!! it's the same as my user here but with underscores instead of dashes song recs??? uhhhmmm I've been listening to god in jeans by ryan betty alot, but i feel like you would like two bestfriends by bb beans bcs it gives me alot of aroace vibes. also person in the mirror by naethon apollo bcs I've been feeling hot 👍sorry there's so many lol. also it's funny you messaged me because i was about to message you lol

ALSO I LOVE THE NEW PFP

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 13: Win

Fandom: Star Wars (Sequels)

Pairing: Rey, Finn, and Poe (platonic)

Summary: Poe didn't realize certain colonies celebrated the old Earth tradition of Halloween. And yet here he was being dragged along by the two people he considered to be his friends to see the "interesting" festivities in this small town.

Rey motioned as she rushed around the corner. "Come on!"

"You have to see this," Finn added as he pulled his friend forward.

"What are you two pulling me in to?" Poe asked.

"You'll see." Finn rushed over to where Rey was peeking out around a rock so she could see a nearby town.

When Poe looked out over the town, he saw dozens of beings dressed in garish, monster looking masks weaved through buildings. Street vendors offered up different small foods that resembled old Earth candy as small children rushed from one to the next. Alien looking fruit with faces carved into them were scattered around at different houses or strung between different buildings, giving them a very odd, spooky looking vibe.

Rey turned to her friends. "See?"

"Do you know what they're doing?" Finn asked.

"They're celebrating an old Earth tradition," Poe replied. "It's called Halloween. Didn't realize certain colonies in the outer rim still celebrated it."

"Are they celebrating something?"

"Kinda. Originally it started out as a way for people to scare off spirits when they thought the veil between our world and their's was separating. Now it's mostly just a holiday for people to dress up and eat a bunch of sugar."

Rey shifted closer. "Can we check it out?"

"Yes!" Finn turned to run.

Poe snagged his shoulder. "Wait. We can't just show up in the middle of their celebration. We'll just stick out like a sore thumb."

"You're right." Rey grinned. "We need masks."

"And costumes," Finn added.

Poe tried to stop the two from taking off, but they slipped away and down the hill. "Wait . . ."

Just as he was debating how to go about this, BB-8 rolled up by his side.

"What took you so long?"

BB-8 let out a stream of squeaks and whistles as a response.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on." Poe finally started down the hill. "Let's make sure they don't get themselves in trouble."

The two stepped out of the sandy terrain and in to the chaos of the town festivities. It sort of felt like stepping into an old Earth holo Poe used to watch. He almost forgot he was on a desert planet somewhere in the universe.

Suddenly, a figure jumped in front of him with a growl. They wore a red mask that had a huge open mouth with a few jagged yellow teeth and bulging eyes.

Poe held up his arms in a defense position until he realized who was in front of him.

Rey giggled as she peeked out from under her mask. "How do I look?"

"Disgusting."

"Perfect!" Her mask dropped back into place.

"Where'd Finn go?"

Rey pointed down further into the market. "He went that way to see the other masks."

Poe sighed. "Of course he did. You going to be alright?"

Rey nodded. "I'm going to go find a costume."

Before Poe could say anything, the Jedi disappeared back into the crowd.

BB-8 bumped into Poe's leg.

"I know. Let's go find him."

The two headed further into town, looking for any clue what the defected Stormtrooper was hiding as.

Just as they passed a nearby alleyway, Poe caught a glimpse of tan disappearing further down. Poe doubled back. "Hey Finn."

The figure continued walking down the alleyway.

So Poe started to follow it. "Finn . . . Finn!"

Yet, no matter how he yelled, the figure couldn't hear him over the crowd.

Poe continued to push his way forward as the figure kept moving forward. Finally, he disappeared down a set of stairs into a darkened area.

When the pilot went to follow, another figure stopped him. The alien creature shouted at him in a language Poe didn't understand, but his hand gestures got across that he didn't want BB-8 to follow.

"Sorry bud," the pilot told the droid. "You've got to stay here."

BB-8's head dropped to one side.

"I'll be right back. Just gotta make sure Finn doesn't get himself into any trouble."

Before the droid could respond, Poe was down the steps.

The further down he went, the louder the laughter became. Not just a joyful or crass laugh you'd hear at a bar. It was loud, maniacal laughter of what sounded like people loosing their minds.

At first, the pilot was confused at what was going on, until he entered a crowded room.

Several aliens crowded around three sets of chains where three creatures were shackled to poles. Behind them were three other alien creatures tickling them.

Poe's eyes widened at the interactions. It looked like the three were being tortured by tickling.

But why was the question.

However, the pilot didn't have long to wonder when two of the aliens sagged in their chains one right after the other.

The room erupted into chairs as the third alien was released.

His tormentor lifted the "victor's" hand. "The winner!"

After another round of cheers, several beings rushed to collect different types of credits. As they did, Poe was pushed further and further back until he bumped into a large figure.

The pilot whirled around. "Sorry---."

The larger figure grabbed Poe's wrist. "Challengers over here."

"Wait, what? I'm not---."

The larger alien shoved Poe forward. "Ladies and gentlemen! Our next three challengers are currently entering the ring!"

"I'm not a challenger." Poe tried to squirm out of the grip of the alien who caught his wrist. "I'm not a challenger!"

The pilot was completely ignored as he was wrestled into the middle shackles where they clamped into place.

Poe's nerves skyrocketed at his stretched out position. The shackles forced him to stand on his tip toes and limited how far he could squirm away.

"Bet you 15 credits he passes out," said an alien looming beside Poe.

"Hmmm, he looks sturdy enough." The second alien flew back. "I'll take that bet."

As the rest of the group formed, Poe desperately tried to pull free from his restraints.

The large alien from before stepped forward. "Our next contestants are ready for the challenge! Take a good look as you place your bets on who will last in the ring."

"I have a lot of credits resting on you." A voice hissed in Poe's ears before a tentacle appeared in his peripheral. "Better not let me down."

"No wait, you have to let me goho." The pilot already cursed the giggles bubbling up in his throat. "I'm not a contestant."

"The rules are simple. The contestant is tickled until they pass out. Last one standing wins."

"Cause that doesn't sound like torture," Poe muttered.

"Ticklers, on your marks."

Several tentacles came to rest on Poe's body. Two in his armpits, one wrapped around his hips, and one wrapped around his right leg.

Poe desperately tried to squirm away. "Wait---!"

"Get set."

"I'm not---."

"Tickle!"

Soon as the tentacles moved, the pilot desperately tried to hold in his laughter. However, he managed one grunt before the flood gates opened.

Poe threw back his head and cackled. It felt like those tentacles were squirming everywhere! They sucked, slid, and dragged over wherever they could reach.

Including Poe's hyper ticklish armpits. It felt like he was being zapped repeatedly as the two tentacles swirled and swirled and swirled.

"AH! NOHO PLEASE!" The pilot cried out. "IHI YIELD!"

"Not until you pass out." The tentacle around his middle poked along his sides. "And don't you even think of doing that."

Poe never wanted to slug someone as badly as the person behind him. If he ever got out of his chains, that alien was as good as dead.

Especially when he hit his knees.

Poe shrieked and tried to kick his leg out of the hold. The backs of his knees were another bad spot that had him in high pitched cackles in no times. A spot Rey loved to take advantage of.

"Is there a spot on you that's not ticklish?" The voice behind Poe teased.

"NO TEASIHING!"

"Not against the rules."

Poe tried to kick his leg behind him, but he couldn't make contact with the being behind me.

Instead, the tentacle around his middle started sliding down. "Getting a bit squirmy are we?"

"SHUHUHUHU---."

"Come on, use your words."

He would if he could.

"Aww, to tickly to respond?"

"SHUT UHUP!" Poe managed to spit out.

"Is that the best you can do?" The tentacle tugged on the pilot's shirt. "I've heard worse from those less ticklish than you."

Poe's eyes went wide as he felt his shirt slowly sliding up. "NO!"

Once it popped out of his pants, the tentacle slid under.

A giant squeal left Poe's mouth as the suckers on the tentacle crept along the bare skin of his torso.

"Someone got a ticklish tummy?"

The pilot snorted as he desperately tried to curl in half. The feeling of the suckers was like a bunch of tiny mouths working around his bare torso.

"Surprised you even leave the house being as ticklish as this. People may take advantage."

Poe went to retort when he felt the tip of the tentacle wiggle inside of his belly button while the suckers were still moving around.

And he lost it.

The pilot arched his back as his laughter somehow became even louder and higher pitched. The mix of armpit tickles, knee tickles, and belly button tickles were driving him insane. Yet the only hope he had to make this madness end was either pass out or win this stupid competition.

"Don't you pass out on me." The stupid tentacles kept going. "I'll make it your worst nightmare if you do."

Poe sagged in the chains. "PLEHEHEA---."

"Stay awake boy."

The alien's words seemed far away to the pilot as he became lost in a world of laughter.

"Stay awake."

Poe shook his tear stained face as the new voice entered his mind.

"Stay awake . . . Stay awake."

The pilot held on to that new voice to keep him from the brink of darkness. However, it was becoming harder and harder to do so.

Just when Poe thought he was going to tip over, he heard the call.

"Winner!"

Immediately, all the tentacles tickling him disappeared with a simultaneous series of pops.

Poe collapsed in his restraints. "Wh-whaha-?"

A hand patted his shoulder. "You won."

A moment later, the chains opened and the pilot collapsed face first onto the ground. He could hear the roar of the crowd and the stampede of feet as others went to collect their winnings.

Meanwhile, Poe tried to calm his frantic giggles and get his energy back.

A hand gently pulled his arm. "You okay?"

"Y-yeheah." Poe shakily stood his feet. "Yeheah Ihi'm gohood."

"You handled that like a champ," said the voice from his mind.

The pilot turned to look as two figures wrapped his arms around their shoulders and helped him up the stairs. "Rehey?"

The Jedi chuckled. "Missed me?"

"Wh-whehen . . . ?"

"We caught the tail end of what happened after we couldn't find you," the other voice explained. "When we figured out what was going out, we tried to find a way to get you out."

Poe blinked in the sun light. "Fihinn."

"One ahand onlyhy."

"How?"

"A lot of . . . 'Force persuasion'," Rey replied.

"That's a mild way of saying she subtly force chocked an opponent so you'd win the competition," Finn added.

The gears in Poe's head slowly turned as he processed what he had been told. "Yohou cheatehed."

"Bent the rules," Rey assured. "But yes."

"Come on BB-8," Finn called out.

Poe righted himself after tripping. "Where are wehe goihing?"

"Far away from town." Rey ushered him past the rocks. "We don't want to be around when they figure out what actually happened."

BB-8 let out a series of beeps.

"He'll be fine BB-8. He just needs to get his energy back."

"Before the General needs to see him too."

Poe's eyes widened. He did have the meeting with the General later.

"Don't think you'd worm your way out of this one." Finn hefted Poe's arm higher. "Not unless you want a trip to the Med Bay."

Poe groaned. "There's no wahay Ihi can explain thihis away."

"We have some time. You can rest a bit before the meeting," Rey assured him.

"This is the last tihime Ihi lehet you two talk me into visiting aha new tohown."

"Aw, don't be such a spoil sport," Finn teased.

"You try being tickled toho deheath and see how yohou feel."

Rey chuckled as the group made their way back to their speeder bikes. "You'll live, and I'll drive."

Poe was too tired to protest as he slumped forward onto the female Jedi's back.

"Wow, he must be exhausted if he won't argue about driving the speeder," Finn teased.

"Knock it off," Poe shot back.

"Come on Finn. We're out of here."

A moment later and the trio with BB-8 headed off.

[vee-crytraps]

Hey Vee!! I finally could catch up to GLB and can I just say how much I love how it's going??

First, I have to mention the way Jon and Batsis absolutely melt my heart. I really like the speed at which their relationship is going, and Jon having to go away on a mission is a perfect source of conflict for Batsis as well as a way to "break" the sort of perfect situation they were in, since Jon is a hero too and she'd have these sort of issues w/ him as well.

I really thought it'd be hard to make the batboys feel as good options after them but YOU MANAGED IT. Damian and Jason especially have conquered my heart in the last set of chapters, I just suck for pathetic yearners. I'm also pleasantly surprised by how mature Dick is being? Like, so far I loved his messiness ngl (basically the whole having his cake and eating it too), but it was really nice seeing him reflect in the party chapter.

BATSIS IS MY GIRL FRFR. I love her so much you have no idea. She's so real. I'm so proud of her taking the reigns of her own life. That's it that's all

Oh, and I loved loved LOVED seeing Bruce as a dad in the last chapter!! Although his presence has been felt throughout the whole story, it was so nice seeing him and Batsis interact directly and on good terms! The whole chapter just felt very wholesome to read in a way tbh, especially seeing them be able to connect and understand each other after so long. Girldad Bruce ftw

Sorry for this long read but I wanted to express my late opinions! Also, I'd love to read what you have to say about Dad Bruce lmao. Hope you have a lovely week and thank you for the amazing content!!

- Lore anon

Hi Lore! I'm so happy you're vibing with the way things are shaking out! I have big plans for Jon in the future and I need BB to get in some more Wayne boy smooching before then haha

I have to admit, I dug myself a liiiiiitttle bit of a hole with Dick and Tim, but it's a fun challenge trying to write my out of it. I was mostly trying to differentiate them a little more and stagger their relationships so they're not all progressing the same way/at the same rate. Nadia and Sam were a good way to do it I think, especially as BB is closer with Dick, if she were to tolerate that BS from anyone it'd be him. And Tim is a little freak so she'll give him a pass lmao I'm happy you rock with Batsis! I just love my spoiled little mc to death so it warms my heart that you find her endearing! Dad Bruce Ramble; Basically any person that has kids before they're 30 is a teen mom to me idc and Bruce Wayne has the most Teen Mom energy in the world. Did he mean to adopt those kids? Yes, obviously. He went out of his way to do that. Did he do it with the intention of being a dad? Hellllll no. In my head I like to think that Bruce is trying to be for his kids the figure he thought he needed when he was 8. Some big awesome spirit of vengance and violence to rock the everloving shit out of the bad guy. He was collecting orphans that he saw himself in, not starting a family. ofc Bruce did have what he actually needed, which was a father in the shape of a British butler who lived to serve, loved him like a son and would (and did in current canon) die for him. But Bruce deliberately gives himself tunnel vision, focusing on what he needed in that one moment, to the point where even after the moment was over (got justice for Dick's parents, Jason's dad, etc) he didn't know how to be anything else. So now he's just stuck with these kids (who he adamently refers to as wards and not sons at first) who are desperately seeking parental figures. And idk about you but when I was 8 I did not love hanging out with old people (sorry Alfred). I would have much rather been kicking it with the buff guy all the newspapers say is out racing supercars and skydiving and shit but you're 'stuck with' this strange old man

You want to hang out with Bruce Wayne. You want him to teach you stuff and take you fishing and show you how to pick up supermodels but he's always gone doing god knows what without you. He doesn't have time for you and even if he did, he doesn't know how to raise a child because he doesn't consider himself to have ever been one. He does know how to raise a tiny superhero though. And like yeah, theoretically he could teach you how to play basketball and take you to a baseball game, but he's never really himself when he does that, bc in reality he is more Batman than Bruce. Like Batman is your real dad that you have a fucked up relationship with and Bruce is your estranged eccentric uncle Bruce also totally NEEDS these kids! He can say he likes working alone all he wants, but Robin doesn't just exist to keep him from going too far. Canonically rn, SEVERAL characters including Bruce himself have openly admitted that the only reason he chose Jason was because he was missing Dick. Bruce had fired Dick after he got shot and nearly died on the job and swore off sidekicks. Dick was hurt my this decision and was heavily affected by it, because he'd spent over half of his life as Robin and hadn't really had plans to have a job/go to college/whatever and lowkey washes out of it bc he doesn't know what to do with himself. So Bruce is having this really big dramatic reaction to having an empty nest and he scoops up Jason Todd. Damian is also a lot like his dad which is why he can only really stat leaning into being a kid when Bruce is dead and he largely hangs out with Dick in Batman and Robin 2009/is BFFs with Jon and Elizabeth and dates Flatline who is goth but also really upbeat. Waynes need a grumpy/sunshine dynamic to survive actually theres also this episode of JLA/JLU where Superman is lowkey jealous of Shazam for stealing his upbeat boyscout schtick and he tries to bitch about it to Batman and Bruce is like idk I kinda love his energy man.... and then there's this comic where everyone is out of the house and he's just moping around the manor in his cowl and hanging out with Titus and Ace and gets so bored he like facetimes Aquaman who is like???? do you need something??? none of that makes any sense or is cohesive at all im sure idk i guess thats why we call em rambles haha

[celestie0]

why has no one commented on Gojo shaking reader out like a paralysed cat

and reader falling into formal dialect

I’ve been compelled to make comic fanart for kickoff for so long but there’d be such stark difference with ihm I’d probably just draw these crack scenes

I mean their literally comical

also I been wearing those grandma night gowns for years lemme tell u him holding her waist with his work man hands is hot

yk the theory

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS2RdrMMv/

I mean I wear em full length but girllll easy access cause who tf sleeps with a bra

And while he’s in that slutty sweatshirt with his slutty hair and slutty scent after she just drank up the bare expanse of his body

Y/n leashing herself so not to mount him on the ground is the realest shit ever how’d u write sexy in the crackass context

but I just imagine her straight up climbing his back like a koala while he’s still crouched down

and I shan’t blame her

girl it’s 2 in the am I’m so sorry

-spinster anon 😪🥱😴

(ps. I actually haven’t gotten to reading the full chapter yet since I’m not as on topppp of ihm as kickoff so those are just my thoughts from skimming once it just dropped but I promise a more meaningful review is pending once I get to reading it after this weeks plethora of assessments

i never even ended up finishing chapter 2 bc I got emotional and fell asleep after one of the scenes with readers mum I know everything that happens from skimming but I still have to read it)

holy shit it actually is 2 in the am

xx

hiiii spinster bb omg so sorry im all over the place w answering my asks but ive read all of yours and they have me cackling/smiling and will respond soon xd

LMFAOOO yea the part where he shakes her out was so funny in my head. i want to get shaken out by big man gojo 🙁🙁 yea the formal dialect part too was so stupid BAHHAHA

also OMG IF YOU MADE ART FOR ANY OF MY FICS I’D SOB!!!!

PLS YES THATS EXACTLY WHY I MADE HER WEAR GRANDMA GOWNS 😂😂 theyre not traditionally “sexy” but likeeeeee those gown had grandma’s bills PAAAIIIDDDDDD 🤭🤭🤭 yea i wear those gowns too and they’re honestly such a vibe it makes me feel like a lil housewife 😭😭😭

thanks sm for the sexy in the crackass content comment bahahha i was worried the scene wld be a lil too unserious but tbh there will be serious sexy moments too hahah i’m just tryna have fun wherever i can before we get into the angst 💀

thanks sm for your words n review bb i appreciatee ittt ❤️❤️ i hope you got some rest!!

[alarrytale]

B*ns*n B**ne had a special guest Br*an M*y during his C-festival performance and nobody is really talking about it. But if it was H having him as a special guest, there would be tuns of articles praising H once again as being a true legend/icon of our generation because the legendary Br*an M*y played guitar for him. I know BB is H´s copypasta and some fans call him HS from T*mu but I just find it sad how double standards there are for H and literally any other (male) singer and how literally overhyped H´s success is at some point - if H would do it, it would be praised for weeks and but when it´s someone with not H´s fame and overhyped image, people barely notice. Sorry for my rant, this is not meant to hate on H but rather to hate and point out how everything he does is overhyped by everyone and how artificial his wannabe legendary/icon image is.

Hi, anon!

I think it's very hard to compare and contrast Harry with other performers. Yes, everything he does is praised to heavens, but he's also damn good at what he's doing. He's a natural and it doesn’t feel forced or inauthentic. With BB it's exactly that. It feels like he's trying too hard, is a bit too desperate and people take notice of it and laugh at him for it. He's a bit of a caricature and not taken seriously as an artist, despite having a major hit song. There is industy plant vibes about him. BB is an excellent performer, but he's coming on way too strong and is a bit too close to Harry in image and looks for it not to feel unorginal and like a second, lesser version of Harry.

There is definitely room for more male pop artists out there. They just need to find their own way and do their own thing, and set themselves apart from other artists. BB is looking a bit too much like Harry right now, and he'd do well to find his own schtick that shows he's his own person. I don't know if it's too late for him to change people's minds about him. It doesn’t seem like he's a hit with stan twitter at all. He got off on the wrong foot, and i think that's a shame.

[synthwayve]

Who are your FIVE favorite Bloodborne characters and also why? (Yes sorry there are three more to choose from besides Micolash and Laurence 😞)

Thank you for the ask!! This really made me think tbh

1. Micolash (to nobody’s surprise)

He was actually not the first bloodborne boss fight I ever saw, but his fight captivated me nonetheless. His design is just so COOL. I can’t get over it. I always saw him as a gigantic meme but then I got into the lore more and realized wow, this character has a lot to him! Medical malpractice, insanity, possible regret, you name it! I always thought his contrast against what I’d heard of Laurence was interesting too, and now that I’m deep in the trenches it just gets better haha.

2. Rom (okay this might be a bit surprising)

As much as I draw other characters, Rom is super close to my heart. Im not the sharpest crayon in the box(and never have been) so her character is very endearing to me: I see her as having been the sort of person who yearns to be useful. To be good at something. Everyone could reassure her that “you don’t have to be smart or talented, you’re kind!” But when you’re surrounded by the extraordinary, the bar of “decent person” just doesn’t cut it. I think she ascended in an attempt to fix this, to be “special” like her peers, and not the sometimes-funny airheaded woman she thinks they take her to be. Also, her design is just very cool x,D

3. Laurence

His character has a lot of sides, which is ironic since he is a dlc boss and has maybe 4 lines of dialogue total lmao. I think that he had good intentions that rotted under the weight of his leadership, and he’s definitely super fun to work with on his own even outside of other character dynamics. If he’s manipulative and bordering on cruel, why is he like that? If he’s sweet but just misguided, why didn’t he give up on the blood before it blew up in his face? Should we feel bad for him? Should we feel angry? There’s a lot to think about- he’s a fun character to both design and interpret!

4. Caryll

I love Caryll’s entire concept, and the Caryll-rune system is particularly interesting to me. I like how many sides there can be to this character! I’ve always been one to heavily reference lore, but not tie myself down to it, so I just like their general vibe and the possibilities of their placement in the story. I’m sure if I stuck to the lore religiously I’d actually like them a bit less, since to me, the mystery around them is a big part of the character! I like to imagine their relations with the others too :)

5. Edgar

This was really hard to pick between him and Damian tbh, I put them at about the same level. Edgar is very flexible as a character but he has solid lore points that can’t be easily ignored, which I really appreciate! His possible dynamic with Micolash is always super interesting and I love the juxtaposition of a very accountant-coded character lugging around Ludwig’s Holy Blade with the full intention to punt you into the moon. As for Damian, I just have a particular soft spot for characters that are “right-hands” to a leader, left to mourn or act in their absence. The coolheaded assistant type has always been appealing to me, and I like that both of them have a very short presence in game but the fandom has widely made them bigger players!

Thanks again for the ask! It was a lot of fun to think about :) I love a lot of the BB characters honestly, narrowing down to top 5 made me *sweat* haha. If we had a top 6, Maria would be next!

[starglitterz]

so sorry for the late response! just wanted to say that your mc is literally ethereal, rafayel is one lucky guyy ❤️ i’m glad you have friends who can help you make such decisions especially when it feels a bit nerve-wracking. igaguri is my least favorite too for the same reasons you described, it was so hard to read 😔 “kunigami is the definition of the 'died and came back wrong' trope </3” <- the way you’re literally so right? kunigami is one of those characters that i feel like i’d be so happy to make a character study for because he’s so interesting.

“igaguri's whole thing of 'oh if i fail i have to work at my parents shrine' but lowk idgaf!! play better then bro he's barely doing anything half the time but he still got so far 😭😭😭” <- definitely 😭 i have no idea how he managed but he’s so boring & i don’t understand igaguri kissers AT ALL. believe me, i tried to & came up frustrated instead.

i just started gakuen babysitters after finishing apothecary diaries & sakamoto days. i can see why this brings you so much comfort, thank you so much for the recommendation 🩷

this is shameful for me to admit as a writer but i’ve never touched wattpad even when i was younger 😭 tumblr was the first ever platform i wrote on! cyndaquil omg that’s so cool?? i haven’t been too into pokémon, should i start?

don’t apologize for talking a lot! considering how much i typed too, i’m more than happy that you matched my energy #matchedmyfreak 🤝

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BABYYY don't apologise!! it took me so long to get to this ask as well, i'm so sorry 😭 irl has been busy busy busyyyy </3

you're so sweet HDKJSKSD everyone saying my mc is pretty is going to get a kiss from me <3 rafayel is INDEED a lucky guy so can he start coming home 🙄 his limited myth is abt to rerun and i swear im going to crash out if i don't get the card i'm missing 😭

and yes omg the way i would pay to read your kunigami character study!!! 👀 and NO WAY i didn't even know igaguri kissers exist??? that's actually crazy whoever is kissing him needs to get a covid test bc they clearly have no taste /j THAT WAS A JOKE I PROMISE igaguri kissers please do not come for me </3

omg girl your taste is PEAK!! i'm also watching sakadays! i've barely watched though 😭 @koiukiy-o keeps telling me to get on apothecary diaries but i told them i wanna wait until s2 is fully released so i can binge it ykwim?? and i'm sososo glad you like gakuen babysitters 🥹🩷

and omg NO it's not shameful at all!!! honestly skipping the wattpad phase is probably better HAHAHA 😭 i die inside every time i think abt someone finding my old wattpad fics... but then i'm like ahh past me was just a baby doing her best AKSDKSJD </3 and HELLO??? you write here?!?! i wonder if i've ever seen your fics... 👀 what fandoms do you write for???

as for pokemon i'm ngl i'm also not tooooo into it, i just got kinda into it in primary school around the whole pokemon go craze LOL. i think the problem is that there's sooo much content by now that it's difficult to get started, so if there's any pokemon experts reading this maybe they can give you better advice KJDSKJD <333

and i'm sooo happy you're ALSO matching my freak we are giving total bestie vibes rn 🙂‍↕️💓 as always take your time to reply to this, i yapped even MORE somehow so don't worry at all bb <3 i hope you have a lovely day and an even better week!! MWAHHH 🩷🩷🩷

[ivomartins]

Good evening. So I decided to tell you my opinion on HS as a whole. Well we should have stopped at the first one and the sequel lived solely due to pure unfiltered nostalgia and Vicky getting the facelift Kardashian style.

I love that despite our hate for HS2 or HS1 or all HS tbh. We all agree the LI's are the shit.

I think I love HS for the same reason many people liked Harry Potter. It spells "Wasted Potential" it spells "Infinite possibilities we could have explored if the author wasn't a coward-" . Like. I went for Mimi's route on both HS. I am not replaying this mess to see Severus Snape Albino Brother popping up again or the lord most annoying angel (that i had liked a bit in HS1 until a specific scene) or whatever the fuck Karen Haircut is up to(I don't hate her simply because I have experienced the Step-mother IRL. Just like her haircut. She is MID both in mother AND hater) I am not replaying this mess unless it's to count the plot holes.

Anyway. I do love HS and Mimi was the sole reason I even downloaded this app and kept it there. What saves HS is solely the LI's and nothing else.

Oh and my most controversial opinion about HS ? I think the author is homophobic as fuck cause why so many women but we only have 1 wLi and like 7 men with 3 being as spicy as flour.

I mean Austie was RIGHT THERE ! Plague TOO ! Even the fucking Statut. I am so mad. Anyway love your blog have a nice day sorry for the long ass rant.

TL:DR : I love HS for the possibilities and my sugar mommy goth demoness who is totally not just a succubus and the author is homophobic like a solid nat18 on the scale....

Still better then Remy-

hi hi!! thank you for sharing your opinion bb :) <3

i hear you on the LIs being the shit tbh. ngl i also love that despite our love and hate towards it we all still play it and catch up with it every single update HRKWHEKW like. as much as us haters shit on its flaws we still fed into its hype which is so funny to me

the comparison to HP is honestly so spot on i'm actually shook like. ok i Get It now actually

i feel you on the replay tho omg i was also tempted to replay hs1 when i saw a lot of people doing it but then i was like NAH i'm not putting myself through that 😭 especially cause hs2 didn't even feel worth the replay with its sequel-slash-clean-slate vibe

you're so 💯💯💯 about the homophobia though like it's even more glaringly obvious now that we've had some authors actually being inclusive to femme LIs. there's still nowhere near enough equality between the men and the women in 90% of the books though so honestly all of rc needs to step tf up when it comes to that not just alice. i am glad they've improved in that regard a bit but i'm not gonna praise them for it when they don't even meet the bare minimum tbh

AND SHE'S STILL BETTER THAN REMY YES i love our rants ending on the same conclusion <3

[imhappierthanever]

HI ME AGAIN LOL

but legit it feels like blonde Billie almost manifests the concept of ‘hard and soft’

like I know she’s soooo sweet and soft as a blonde but she has those underlying ‘hard’ and dark vibes bubbling behind those luscious locks IF YK WHAT I MEAN EEEEEEEE IM SCREAMING

Aw hi bb welcome back!

Sorry it took me a minute I had to pretend like I cared enough at work to leave and walk home and it’s so bloody cold! But I listened to HTE on the way home and felt warmer 🤭

But yes yes I know just what you mean! She really is the definition of hard and soft. And that’s exactly how she hits us!

But also Billie with her darker hair jajxjskclskwkekdkka I have a soft spot for her too! The few seconds of eye contact I got from her in October and November absolutely sent me! She could have her hair any colour and I swear we’ll just eat it up.