#decided to give him some thot shorts

[spro-o]

Hi! Can request I request all drawing of Howzer? :) I love your art btw!

hellooooo yes of course!! 1 howzer for you, your honour 🤲

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[loquaciousferret]

Little Games

Summary: Agent Peña reaches breaking point after your not-so-subtle teasing around the office, deciding to teach you a lesson you won't be quick to forget.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, name-calling, rough unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, Javi being mean. As always- maybe more! Read at own risk

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Javi pulled me out of my Joel thots today, enjoy this short piece of filth

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“Cut the shit!” Javi’s palm slams into the wall behind your head.

You could see how the man would be terrifyingly intimidating, if this hadn’t been your goal all along.

“What’s wrong, agent?” You gaze back at him innocently with wide eyes, his cock twitching just at the sight.

“Don’t give me that.” He snaps, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against the wall after you had tried to reach out and push his chest back lightly to create space between you.

You blinked. You wouldn’t give in yet.

“Just admit it.” He hisses through gritted teeth, “You may be stupid but not too stupid to know what you’re doing.”

You can barely keep a straight face, it’s practically painful trying to hold back the defiant smirk that wants to creep its way onto your lips.

“I’m sorry Agent, don’t you think I’m doing a good job?” You said, holding on to the pretence a little longer.

“Cut the act.” His tone is menacing. “You know you do a great job, staying late whenever I do, doing my paperwork faster than any of the other agents just so you can come back and see me sooner. Hovering around me in those ridiculously short skirts, driving me crazy. Maybe HR should talk to you like a grown up about professional dress codes.”

“You don’t like how I dress?” You said, playing dumb for him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gripped your jaw and tilted your face up to him.

“Is this a game to you?”

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He can’t bear to look at you any longer and spins you round so you face the wall.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” His hand was roughly separating your thighs, spreading your legs forcefully. “Maybe you’ll learn not to start something if you don’t plan on finishing it.”

You moaned as one of his large hands started to put pressure on your already wet pussy, through your thin underwear. He pushed it aside and thrusted two fingers inside you roughly. You gasped and he hissed at you to “Cierra el Pico.”

Of course he had seen you coming from a mile away that morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that barely grazed your mid thigh, and a white blouse under your blazer that clearly showed the outline of your lace bra. Most of the department were away at an incident, and management had been scheduled in with the President. Being a secretary, you knew everyone’s schedules, and you knew today was the perfect day to take your little game with Agent Peña up a notch. He would already be in a bad mood, frustrated that he had been benched while most of the other agents were out potentially getting into some action today. You used this existing frustration to your advantage and that’s how you ended up here right under his grasp where you had wanted to be all along.

You heard him unbuckling his belt with his free hand and you shuddered with excitement. He removed his fingers from inside you and gripped your panties, pulling them down your legs roughly. You stepped out of them when they hit your ankles and he picked them up, stuffing them into his pocket. You smirked, suspecting that he wouldn’t return them following this encounter.

He pressed on your upper back, folding you more so that your ass stuck out and your chest was pressed to the wall. Your breathing faltered as he slid his erection through your wet folds and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you with no mercy and you whined, unprepared after using his fingers on you for such a short time.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” He sneered.

He immediately set a punishingly harsh pace, pressing you hard into the wall as you held both your hips, guiding you back onto his cock to increase the force of each rough thrust of his cock.

You chewed on your lip to silence your moans of pleasure, there was only one locked door between yourself and Javier and a corridor that could contain government officials at any moment.

“Is this what you thought would happen when you started your little game, huh?” He goaded, continuing to slam into you harshly.

You couldn’t come up with anything clever to say in response, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving you.

“You can dress up and pretend to be whoever you want but look at you now, huh. Just a whore under all those fancy clothes as soon as someone sticks their cock inside you.”

“Only you, Sir.” You manage to get out, releasing a stifled moan.

He scoffs at that but the intensity of his thrusts somehow increased, as if the idea turned him on even more. If this wasn’t him at his worst then you didn’t think you would be able to handle whatever that would feel like.

He kept one hand on your hip but moved the other round your front to play with your clit, rubbing and applying pressure in circles around the sensitive spot.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” He challenged.

You nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying out in pleasure.

“Really? After all that teasing? You think I should make you feel good?” He chuckled.

“I think I’d rather leave you frustrated all day, let you play with yourself tonight and wish it was me touching you.”

You whined, “Please, Javi-“

“Listen to yourself,” He taunted, and you could hear his smirk. “Willing to beg for it, you little whore.”

As soon as your orgasm started to build, your legs stiffening and your pussy clenching around him, he removed his fingers from your clit.

You whined at the loss of contact and he laughed and tutted, “This is what happens when you try and involve me in your slutty little games.”

He went quiet then, done taunting you and instead focussed on chasing his own release, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could go, your warm tight cunt getting him closer to his orgasm with every single thrust.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, remind you all day what I did to you.”

You nodded, whining, your pleasure reaching an absolute high.

After a few more thrusts, his pace faltered, and you felt his warm release inside you as he grunted, stilling inside you while he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and you felt his load trickling down your inner thigh slowly.

“Make yourself presentable.” He ordered as he tucked his cock back inside his jeans and refastened his belt. “And leave me alone, I have more important things to do today than deal with you.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out of the disused file room back into the office. Your mind was already whirring, planning on how you could get him to do this to you again.

[thetypingpup]

Hard thots:

Who, out of Ateez, do you think would appreciate you being a welcomed distraction at work by showing up in a short skirt with no underwear on?

This just screams Wooyoung to me. Like he'd be the type where, as soon as he saw you like that, he'd take you into the file room or some other abandoned space in the office. He wouldn't say much, he'd only say a simple "Come with me" to keep from saying too much in front of everyone.

As soon as he has you to himself, he'd reach up your skirt and start teasing you. He'd start whispering in your ear like he's got all the time in the world, fingers dancing over your slick folds, as he tells you he appreciates your little surprise. He'd start fingering out, making you fall apart, making you grab the shelf behind you as you legs begin to shake. The singular lightbulb shines on you like a spotlight as he effortlessly coaxes an orgasm from you, his pleased expression illuminated in the light. He keeps talking, keeps telling you how much he loves this little surprise of yours, as he kisses down your body and kneels in front of you. Shoving his head up your skirt he makes you cum again, letting you rest your leg on his shoulder. By the time you're on your third orgasm, both of your legs are balanced over his shoulders, his hands grasping you to hold you up as he greedily devours your pussy. He contemplates making a complete mess of you, eating you out again just to make your juices drip onto the floor. He thinks about fucking you right here and now, cumming deep inside you just watch it drip out of you and onto the floor. The thought of it has his cock twitching in his pants as he moans against your core.

But he decides to pull back, lewdly licking his lips while you eye him with a bewildered expression. He makes a show of sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking off the last remnants of your release, and your pussy clenches with longing, already wanting to feel his fingers inside you again. You were certain he was gonna give in and fuck you right here and now, but instead, he simply stands, and moves your clothes back into place.

"Just to give us both something to look forward to." He explains with a deceptively chaste kiss to your cheek, and you can feel him smile against your skin. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

When his coworkers ask why he's so happy, he doesn't exactly explain why this was the best lunch break ever, but the scent of your pussy on his breath is enough of a giveaway.

[swampstew]

Really Really

Breaking news: local cryptid @quinloki was found guilty of leaving tasty treats in my ask box. Feeding the thot after midnight. I let the whoremone monster out and it was feeling some type of way♥

Man worth 3 billion berri is still a virgin, so I threw him in the blender. Warnings: spicy; post-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; it doesn't go all the way in :) WC: 1.2K

inspired by this gif

Impatient.                                            

Not a word typically used to describe yourself but after six long months aboard the Victoria Punk, the fierce Captain Kid had once again overlooked your playful flirting as he stormed to his workshop; a hint of red on the tips of his ears were the only sign he’d heard what you said.

You weren’t sure what his deal was – you’d never seen him hook up, not with anyone on the crew and not with anyone on islands the crew landed at. Sure he’d go into strip clubs or make out with random people at the bar from time to time but not once had you seen him spend the night off ship. Or seen a one-night stand stumble from his cabin.

It was puzzling.

A devilishly handsome, well-toned man like him had women and men swooning over him, flirting and spoiling him with compliments, drinks, and food to gain his favor. Kid didn’t always accept the tokens and he almost never accepted them from you. Food and drinks yes but flirting? Almost like it went over his spiked hair; a blush, smirk or scowl the only response he gave you.

It made you…desperate.

Was he really that disinterested or was there something else?

Someone else?

So you did what any rational person could do – you got Killer drunk and tried to weasel out information. But the son of a bitch was like a sealed vault, refused to give up anything about his best friend. And he teased you for it.

“D-you like him or something?” the blonde finally asked.

“I—” you stuttered, “I’m just wondering why! Does he not like sex or?”

Killer didn’t answer right away, swirling his cup before taking a contemplative sip from his straw. “It’s not that, so much as…” he took another sip, “He prioritizes his ambitions and dreams. That’s all.”

“What does that have to do with fucking?”

“Absolutely nothing. He just hasn’t.”

“…Hasn’t? As in had sex?”

Killer shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. That stunned you into silence.

“Really? A guy like him??”

“If you’re so interested in finding out – you should ask him yourself.”

“I’ve tried! I flirt with him, wear revealing clothes, he usually ignores me!”

Killer began coughing, putting his drink aside as he shuddered between suppressing laughter and trying to breathe.

“F-ff-ff- ahh no he doesn’t. He just pretends to.”

“WHAT?!”

“He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t do anything about it since you’re his responsibility; unless you were to, well, be aggressively transparent.” With that, Killer left you alone in the galley.

Transparency.

And Kid’s known the whole damn time and not even acknowledged it. That was frustrating. So much so you decided to try again the next day and be as blunt as possible.

You knew his schedule by heart, you skipped breakfast to hide in his workshop. Wearing a short skirt and oversized sweater, you took a pair of scissors and got creative. Carefully snipping away at the fabric, you cut away at your outfit to expose your bra and panties, not quite getting naked, enough to be as blunt as possible about your intentions.

The sound of thudding boots growing closer suddenly made you nervous but you swallowed your anxiety and snipped the strap of your bra before tossing the scissors and turned away from the door.

“The hell are you doing in here? Why weren’t you at breakfast?" stunned to find you in his sanctuary, a place he expressly forbade anyone from.

You turned your head to the side with a pout on your face, “Didn’t want to eat. I want something else.”

Slamming the door shut, Kid removed his coat and threw it on the table before roughly grabbing your shoulder to face him. His face turned bright red as his golden eyes traveled up and down your body. Studying the way the slit up your skirt gave him a view of your panties, the way your breast threatened to spill over the edge of the cup of the destroyed bra.

You heard his breath sharply release from his lips, “What the…the fuck happened to you?”

You narrowed your eyes, “You did. This is what you’ve driven me to.”

He backed away from you with shock and surprise on his face, “I did what?!”

“I want to fuck you,” you walked towards him, hips, thighs, and breasts jiggling with each step, “I’ve tried flirting with you, dropped hints, given you a share of my loot, and literally hand fed you and you’ve NEVER reciprocated in any manner. So, is it me? Do you find me atrocious? Unfuckable?” your voice became gravelly from the internalized resentment and embarrassment you felt from the efforts you’d put in all this time. “Please, tell me. It’s killing me. If you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But just say something. Am I making a fool of myself for wanting you?”

Kid’s back hit the door, eyes wide as he listened to your rant, “I-wha-no! It’s not you, it’s…”

You stopped a few feet from him, so desperate to hear his answer. You could see the bulge outline in his pants.

“FUCK!” he snarled, smacking his own face to cover his flushed expression, fingers digging into his skin until deep red crescents marked him. “I’ve never had sex!” he finally confessed.

“Really?” you asked, not at all expecting that response. “But…why not? You’re hot as fuck!”

“I JUST HAVEN’T OKAY?!” he lashed out, making you step back from him, a little intimidated by his embarrassed rage. “I’ve got more important shit to do than fuck around and spawn a bunch of bastards,” he spat through grit teeth.

“…Condoms exist…”

“I KNOW THAT!”

Your hip clipped the table’s edge and you stumbled backwards. Before you fell, Kid grabbed your arm and pulled you up, in doing so you fell right into his bare chest. You could feel the goosebumps ripple across both your bodies from the touch but he didn’t move away.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, a bit ashamed from the confrontation, “I just needed to know if you found me attractive, at all. I’ll leave you alone.”

Still holding on to you he barked out, “Have you fucking seen yourself? Who wouldn’t be into you?!”

“Well, you? Considering you keep blowing me off,” you mumbled.

That made him laugh, “REALLY? Shit and here I thought I was being a decent Captain by not sleeping with my subordinates.”

“Really? You parroted in shock, that was surprisingly mature and unexpected. “But I’ve never seen you fuck around with anyone so I just thought—”

“Does this seem like I’m not interested?” he huffed, using his metal arm to grab your waist and pull you into him. Felt his erection against your lower belly. “Fuck me for trynna do the right thing.”

He made you walk backwards, still pressing his body into yours, “I get hard every day just looking at you. When you say cheeky shit, I have to come here and jerk off so I can fucking think clearly. You’re my biggest distraction but—” his hand ghosted up your arm to caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, “—I’ve never not been attracted to you.”

“Oh,” you hummed, still as stone to preserve the moment.

With a click of his tongue, Kid grabbed your chin and planted a wet kiss on you.

Your eyes were crossed from the feeling, lost in a haze as you felt him swing your body around until you were pushed back on top of his coat. The withdrawal of his touch brought you to reality, mouth gaping as he stood in front of you but did not initiate further contact.

“Show me what you like,” he rasped out. “Touch yourself. Teach me what to do.”

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Dating Both Boys (NSFW Alphabet)

A = Aftercare: The boys are very aware they both leave your whole body soiled and brain fucked so stupid that it's only fair to run you a nice warm bubble bath, help wash away their cum and soothe your sore overworked limbs. Sometimes you put the pussy on em so good that Satoru falls into a dreamlesss slumber soon as he nuts, snorin in your ear with his softening length still lodged deep inside you. But Suguru ain't the one. Holds his nose till he gasps dramatically, ice blue eyes shootin open. "Wake up idiot. Go get the bath ready for her."

B = Body Part (fave): "Mouth!" Suguru's cheeks heat when his answer spills from his lips before you can get the question out. "Sorry. Just really love kissin you." "Aw, how sweet Sugu!" "And.. Seein your plump lips all glossed up, slidin up and down my dick.. Shit really does somethin to me.." "Sugu! Tsk. Can tell Toru's been a bad influence on you." Now Satoru comes up with a different response everytime, filthy ass gropin wherever he can reach each time you bring the topic up to get a direct answer. "Baby, how can I choose? You're so fuckin perfect. There's no part of you that can't make me nut till I drop." You shake your head at the horny fuck. "Maybe I should ask your dick instead since you only think with him, fuckin THOT." "Touchè, baby. Touchè.."

C = Cum: Since your white haired sorcerer is nothin short of an absolute terrorizing menace, he finds satisfaction in blanketing your face with his cum whenever you allow it. Will really jerk his cock off all in your grill and cum a second time if he doesn't deem the first load big enough. "Hmm.. Think that's enough. Can barely open your eyes now, pretty mama. Let's go show Sugu!" For Suguru it's a tie between stuffin your throat or cunt. Loves when you stick your tongue out to show him the mess before swallowin your reward. Sometimes he's nice enough to let you decide. "Tell me ma, should I feed this mouth up here? Or do your pretty brown lips below wanna taste this nut?"

D = Dirty Secret: You stumble upon the skeleton in their closet one bright sunny afternoon comin home from class. You'd stayed later to have a word with Yaga, declining the boys offer to wait up. You're just not expectin to catch a savage Satoru brutally mounting Suguru doggystyle inna way that makes you 100% sure this ain't the first time. You stare wide eyed through the cracked bedroom door, hand clamped over your mouth, thighs pressing together as your pussy flutters to the sight. Both men on the bed facin you, gruntin and growlin like hungry predators. Satoru feels your presence but pretends otherwise. Disgusting filth drippin from his lips as he speeds the pace, smackin Suguru's flesh and yankin on his dark locks so hard that he cries out like a whore. You watch intently, stunned but so fuckin turned on. Sure they've touched each other in front of you, handjobs and such, but it had always seemed like they only engaged cause it turned you into a supersoaker. You ain't never seen no orgasmic shit like this. Gotta slide your fingers into your panties for some well needed relief, mentally smackin yourself when a small moan slips out. "Well, well, well.. Looks like we got an audience Sugu." Satoru finally acknowledges you, not bothering to slow his hips as he tugs Suguru from the pillows by his tangled hair. His dark eyes meet yours, tinted cheeks flushin an even brighter red as shame fills his core. It was an interesting fuckin evening for sure.

E = Experience: Satoru of course was a man whore before he convinced you to give him a shot. You assume he'll be quite versed in the art of all things sexual and for the most part, he is. Skilled and so quick to get excited when he sees how good you're feelin. But sometimes you need to readjust his fingers or hips to the correct angle, remind him not to rush cause none of you aren't goin anywhere. "There, Toruuu.. Right there but not so fast. Got all night- right Sugu?" As far as your other boyfriend was concerned, you hit the fuckin jackpot cause he was a virgin when you guys started dating. It really is a holy experience to be able to corrupt thee Suguru Geto. Though you feel bad when Satoru teases him on you bein the only pussy he's ever gotten. "Shut up Toru. Or I'll tie you up, not let you cum while you watch me drain Sugu's fat balls." Satoru smacks his lips and the back of Suguru's head in irritation. "See woman? You be choosin.."

F = Favorite Position: Satoru's breath catches in his throat, a glowing brightness fraying the edges of his vision the first time he gets you on all fours, baring witness to that almost back breakin arch. You're a godess to him, especially in this position- perfect round ass jiggling widly, smackin his pelvis in thundering claps. Sticky strings of your shared arousal connecting you both every time he pulls his hips back. Don't get him started on your reactions. Your feral as shit in this position. "Fuck, could you be any louder? Hm? No really baby, can you? Let's test it out." Suguru doesn't agree with Satoru on much but your ass is definitely just as hypnotizing to him. Though he prefers you in reverse cowgirl, smackin both hands down your dimpled cheeks till they burn more than your strained thighs. Even spreads them, smilin when you get all shy and flabbergasted as he stares longingly at your winking holes. Doesn't ever forget to make sure a mirrors nearby so he doesn't miss your tits matchin the rythym of your voluptuous hips. "Good God, y/nnn.. Killin me baby- oh fuck! Bouta cum!" "Nooo, only b-been a few minutes Suguuu!"

G = Goofy: The three of you've been together so long, bond so deeply rooted, they absolutely feel free to be carelessly humorous with you. Even in vulnerable moments. Satoru especially, lovin to put his mean dom twist on it. Mocks your strangled pleas and breathless cries of his name as he grins and wreaks havoc on your clit. Suguru is more reserved when he's inside you. Mostly waits for you to initiate; usually a dirty joke bout how big he is. He offers a huffed chuckle and a quick quip as he takes you apart piece by piece. "All the better to fuck you with my dear."

H = Hair: The carpet absolutely matches the drapes on these gorgeous hunk of men. Does it really surprise a soul that Suguru keeps his shit as neat as the hair on his head? Both men trim, though Satoru may forget and need a reminder. Bonus: Your fresh out the bath, towel wrapped round your curvy body snugly, sittin on the edge of the tub. Your lookin for an escape route as Suguru stands by the sink pleading with you. "Please y/n? All you gotta do is lay back and spread for us." "Ew. Why Sugu? So freakin gross!" You whine back. "No it's not. Perfectly normal thing for couples to do. Right, Toru?" You both look to a chill Satoru leaned against the bathroom doorway. "Course it is. But even if it weren't, that wouldn't stop us sweetheart. You should know that by now." "But I always shave myself down there. Why do you want to?" "Cause it'll bring us closer baby, you'll see." You look at Satoru again but he shrugs, giftin you a dazzling smile. "Fine." You grumble. "Great! Toru go get the bowl of water and razor in the kitchen, you know where." "On it!" He whizzes from the room as you instantly realize this was prearranged. "Fuckin freaky plotters!"

I = I Love You: Even though Satoru's shallow ass confessed during sex, he meant it with all his heart. But neither you or Suguru had said it yet and rejection was an experience he wasn't fond of. Regardless, it slips one day when he's got you missionary. Fingers linked as he sensually makes love to you, nut just over the horizon. You're so needy, beggin him to tell you how good you're makin him feel; to tell you how much he needs you. "Oh fuck yes you're a good girl. No one can take me better baby. Mmm.. Please don't ever take my pussy away.. Ahhh- so good sweetheart! Love it so much. Looove this pussy.. Shiiit cummin, y/n! Love you so much, babygirl!" With Suguru it comes when you offer the perfect solution to the issue of the curses he swallows tastin like shit onna stick, although it takes a considerable amout of your cursed energy and temporarily weakens you severely. "Can't believe you did this for me. Thank you, princess. So so fuckin much. I appre- no y/n. I love you. Love you forever and a day, babe."

J = Jerking Off: It's all Suguru knew at one point so now that he's sampled sex with you, he's grown a serious disliking to makin himself cum. But he doesn't like to impose on you. You're a busy woman, as well as you put in a lot of time and energy into keepin both your men happy in any way you can. So when he gets an inkling that you need a break, he'll head to the bathroom to handle business. Makes sure to bring his cell, full of sexy pics and vids of his lovers. Satoru is a bit more selfish. Realistically, the man probably only jerks off alone 7-8 times a year. Makes sure that either of his partners lend a helping hand whenever he gets too pent up. Other than that if his hands on his dick it's aim or tease.

K = Kink: Suguru's into a lil role play, spit kink, edging, a smidge of voyeurism and a whole lotta breeding. Might actually die of embarrasment if you ever found out about the latter. Told Satoru they'd battle to the death if he ever snitched. Wants 10 babies that look just like his lovers. You're both so beautiful, can you blame him? And Satoru has too many kinks to count, we'd be here all day tryin to list em all. But some of his faves include light BDSM, Daddy kink sprinkled with some puppy play, and of course some somno. He wasn't sure how to introduce the last one into the fold though. How was he ever supposed to tell his princess, or even Suguru for that matter, that he drools daily fantasizing about slidin into your unconscious body. Wants to see if he can fuck that perfect pussy to an orgasm while you sleep, needs you to lay there all warm and pliant, oblivious to him usin you like a pocket pussy.

L = Location: Satoru is a connoisseur of public relations. Literally any fuckin where. The amount of joy he finds from you pullin out all the stops in effort to hold in your pitchy moans is fuckin sickening. From him feastin on your pulsing clit in the car in the movie theater parking lot to fingerin you in a booth at your fave restaurant. It's all the more worse when he taunts you with his soft pink mouth, kissin up and down your neck tenderly as you try to hide the way your eyes cross behind your menu. But Suguru beats Satoru in depravity this time. It's a whole new level of sick how much he delighted in fuckin you in your childhood bed when you take them to meet your parents. You thank God they ran to the store to grab a few items to for dinner. Satoru begrudgingly plays watch-out by the front door as Suguru fucked you so hard he splintered the headboard against the wall. He's been absolutely infatuated with doin it again since.

M = Motivation: It doesn't take much to get the boys ready for some action. You poke fun at them constantly bout how easy it is to make their dicks rise to the occasion. But they take it on the chin easily cause they know its 100% true. They'll never not be able to get hard for you at the drop of a dime, even after a couple rounds. Run your fingers through Suguru's black mane, nails scratching his scalp how he likes and now he's sittin in front of you, avoiding eye contact as he tries to hide the tent in his pants. "Not my fault Sugar- you know what that does to me!" It's even less work for Satoru, only havin to give him your signature bedroom eyes. He's immediately hard, trippin over his pants and underwear while he tries to take them off as he chases you to the bedroom. "Better come back- y/n! Bring my pussy back here, now!"

N = No: There just isn't many ways for you to gross your men out or turn them off. With that being said shit play and piss play isn't in the cards for you three. Like thanks, but no thanks! Well.. except that one time you told Satoru to stop as he bounced you on his dick, moaning out that you had to pee. He refused. Chalked it up to you gettin ready to squirt, like you were known to do from time to time. But Mr. Know It All was wrong and got wet the fuck up. His only response was to slam you down by your shoulders and creampie you with a loud pitiful whine. To this day he argues that you squirted. "Nice try. But not likely, sir." "Well.. Either way I'm fuckin." "You really are a fuckin freak, Toru."

O = Oral: Neither are stingy in the department. Both your boy's eyes light up like kids in a candy store when they get to eat you out. In part to satiate their own needs but also because of how much they know you enjoy it. Suguru waits with bated breath to hear yours catch when he holds your gaze and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. Cums untouched the way you shudder as he nurses your nub, thick thighs squeezin his ears tight as hell. And Satoru's equally obsessed with the taste of you. The times you allow him to tie you up though.. It's a roll if the dice if he's gonna overstim you or not. Usin his mouth is his fave way to overwhelm you, big hands tuggin you back onto his swollen lips when you attempt to run from his talented tongue.

P = Pace: It's just depends on the mood. Chiiile.. Both of em are waaay too versatile to stick with a singular speed. One of the reasons why your guys sex life's so great is because of how spontaneous they are- in every way. Satoru especially, peepin your reactions; waitin till your nice and relaxed, gradually stroking in before pullin out, angling just right and fuckin in quicker than speedy gonzales. Drools how your fat jiggles from his sudden jarring thrusts. "Aww. Poor lil cry baby.. What's that, honey? Faster? Heh. Anything for you baby." Similarly Suguru will tease you too. Or just plain out ask you what your in the mood for. "So how you wanna doin this thang, mama? Want me to play nice or not? ... Oh yeah? Better cancel your plans then girl. Finna tear it up.."

Q = Quickie: Suguru's much better at em than Satoru. Makes sure you not to wrinkle your clothes if there's not enough time to strip you. And always asks where you want him to cum so it's not an inconvenience. "Ahhh fuck.. It's comin honey- where you want it? ... Inside? Ohhh thank fuck, here it is sweet girl. Take that shit.." But Satoru loves to ravish you so he turns his nose up at quickies. That's not to say his pussy whipped ass isn't gonna fuck but he always rolls his eyes and huffs in exasperation when you tell him to hurry up or becareful of your hair. "Fuckin hell, woman.. Would you shush up and lemme do my job while you do yours? Just sit pretty and take this dick like a good girl."

R = Risk: Satoru's always game to experiment when it comes to doin shit to you. A bit more reserved concerning you wantin to do somethin he considers to be 'psychotic'. "Oh come on Toru. Don't be a scaredy cat!" He stiffens, chiseled chest pokin out as he lays up all spread out on the bed with you in between his legs. "It's just a finger! You know you've done a lot worse to Sugu." Satoru sputters at you, arms crossin across his chest indignantly. "Whatever. I'm not saying no, I said go slow." "Ok, ok.. yeesh.. Big baby." You say the latter under your breath with a smirk. "Heard that shit, woman!" Now Suguru's just as cautious. And that's probably a good thing since you guys tend to test each others limitations. "Y/n, you can't be serious! You realize you're just gonna give the egomaniacal bastard another power trip, right?" He fumes at a silent grinning Satoru. "Please baby, it's for me. Forget he's even there. Focus on me, handsome." You advise him sweetly, gently pushin him to his knees. Finally givin Satoru the opportunity to force his dick between Suguru's dark blush lips. He does as you say, holding your adoring gaze, large palms settling on Satoru's narrow hips. "Thats it, just like that Sugu. Doin so well, don't even need any help." Satoru pants and groans, holdin the sides of Suguru's head as he eases in and out of his warm wet mouth, mentally noting the lack of a gag reflex. "Fuuuuck, she ain't lyin babe. You're a fuckin natural."

S = Stamina: You can get your men to cum multiple times during a session, both bein able to shoot about 3-4 nuts before the overstimulation is damn near crippling. Though on the norm, since you already have two big strong men to take care of, they let you off the hook with an orgasm each. Can't blame a girl for being good at doin the do! But to set the record straight, they can fuck way longer than you can take. You usually max out your stamina by the end of round 2. But neither ever mind. They just scoop you up and carry your fatigued frame to the shared bathroom. "My poor tired woman. Had to use the safe word.. Did so good for us though, mama. That right, Toru?" A nude half hard Satoru trails behind, feelin a smidge of guilt at your half conscience state. "Fuck yeah. You did 'mazin tonight, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll take care of you now. ... And Sugu.. Maybe later.. You can finish takin care of me?" His tone pathetically hopeful. "For cryin out loud, horndog. Can we just get her cleaned up first? ... Then we'll, uh... We'll see what happens." The giddy bounce Satoru does in obvious anticipation as he runs your bath, lengthy cock now drippin and at full mass again, makes Suguru blush like a virgin.

T = Toys: Ofcourse y'all add a few toys to the mix every now and again. You prefer air pulsing vibrators instead of the extra intense devices that can be numbing. The boys love using em as foreplay, otherwise they're mainly for when you're alone. Satoru has a good size chest of shit- whips, nipple clamps, ball gags and even an unassembled sex swing. There's a bunch more and you haven't tried em all yet but can't wait. But you like to play and feign disinterest when he brings up his nasty lil box. They know better though. Suguru's not entirely experienced when it comes to this area but even he notices how much wetter you get when they use toys. And it's no problem when Satoru has to teach him how to use some of em on you cause he's a real quick learner. There's just somethin real naughty bout seein you cuffed to the spreader bar, sight never fails to get him impatient as hell. "Move Toru, needa fuck her first tonight." He breathes, rudely bumpin Satoru to the side with his shoulder. "Ok, ok. Geez, Sugu. Don't gott be a dick bout it. And try not to cum too quick this time." He chuckles at the blatant eagerness, but Suguru's not amused. "Quiet. Or I'll put you in the spreader and fuck you next." He's just talkin shit, already sinkin into your heat and forgetting bout Satoru's incessant taunting. So preoccupied with you that he misses the way Satoru's dick twitches as he gulps audibly, imagining Suguru's empty threat in his filthy mind.

U = Uncut: Satoru's circumcised with a lengthy cock. You often wonder if it's as long as his lanky body, how far it reaches inside, easily able to jam your poor gspot repeatedly if need be. He's got your throat trained real good without even tryin cause of how thick it is. But it just doesn't compare to the depth this man reaches inside you. He's got more veins than Suguru too. Your fave protrudes and twists round his base, beggin to be licked when he's fully hard. But Suguru's uncut, almost as extended as Satoru, though has a more girth to him. Takes him no time for his cock to rage red when he's been stiff for too long. Also spills alot more precum than Satoru. Loves when you pull the skin back and suck softly, effectively siphoning the clear fluid from his slit till he's nuttin a big fat load down your throat.

V = Volume: To this day you don't know why Suguru sometimes tries to bite his lips or fist to muffle the beautiful noises that slip out. His deep gruff grunts are so quiet, opting to tell you in words how good he feels or when he's bout to cum. It's something you work on, constantly reminding him there's no shame in voicing how good he feels. But when you put the pussy on him too good or he's too pent up, which is pretty often, he's less self conscious. Huffin and puffin against your moist mouth, lewd phrases tumbling from him nonstop. You're not even sure he knows what he's saying half the time. You're eventually inhaling his loud piteous moans into your mouth as he loses his mind in your lil puss. And of course we all know Satoru's a screamer. He never shuts the fuck anyway, so why would he do so in the bedroom? It's starts of with booming cries into your ear that eventually end up with wails of how good you feel echoing round the room. He's not doing it on purpose, but as soon as his mouth opens when he's in-between your thighs, you and your neighbors are definitely bout to hear an earful.

W = Wild Card: (Fucking to Music) It's something you initiated but Satoru was definitely wit it. Boys got more rythym in his hips than you and it should be fuckin illegal. You give him a list of your favorite love makin songs and he brings back a playlist, adding a few nasty songs of his own that got no business bein played anywhere but Functions. He's loves gettin you in missionary, rollin his hips into yours seductively as he matches the slow beat. An aroused sob rips from your chest out your mouth when he lessens the pace, singing the words quietly at your ear as he cages you to the bed. This is when Suguru's voyeurism kicks in, skin heatin up as lays in bed next to you guys; watchin your love making turn to frenzied fucking as the song changes, taking notes on how Satoru's tempo never strays from the flow of the music. Can't wait to show you what he can do next.

X = X-ray: Satoru likes to be ready for the pussy at drop of a dime so you're used to him goin commando most days but you are so not a fan.. Even when you tease him, tossin him a clean pair of Suguru's boxers and tellin him he's onna coochie restriction if he dont start wearin some damn drawers round here. "Fuck is that?" You scoff and put your hands on your shapely hips. "Means you aint gettin no pussy till you start wearin underwear, you lil hoe." He clutches his heart, feigning chest pains as you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "Don't play with me like that sweetheart. Guess you win.." You really don't though. The next time you yank down his bottoms, eyes wide before grippin your belly in hysterics at the fact that he's wearing a pair of your lacy panties. "Satoru!" You manage through your giggle fit but he only professes his innocence."What? I'm just doin what you told me to! Do I get the pussy now?" Suguru watches the reoccurring debacle in amusement, glad he has no issue with wearin his trusted snug black boxer briefs. You always make sure to give him extra big smooch when they're bout to leave the house, opting to ruffle Satoru's soft white hair instead as you try not grin at his pout. "What? Not my fault Sugu's a good boy that doesn't walk round in public slangin his dick print everywhere." Satoru huffs his disdain for Suguru's 'ass kissin', declaring him a teachers pet.

Y = Yearning: Between your two sex crazed men, their libido is very very high. It's to be expected since your guys attraction and chemistry has been on point since before you officially started dating. It really is like were made for one another. But if they're not specifically careful, they'll easily wear you out. It's unavoidable, you just turn them on too fuckin much. Suguru will even try to slake his desires by jerking off over your tired frame after they've fucked you into exhaustion. "Shit! 'S not enough, forgive me baby. Just need a lil more. Won't fuck you anymore, dont worry! Just need to feel you, my one and only girl." Rubs his cock all over your sweaty body cause his hand just doesn't compare to any part of your soft flawless mocha frame. Cums as he trace his dick across your stretch marks, moaning how pretty and perfect you are. "F-fuuuck.. So sorry, honey. Ahshit! Gonna let you rest, almost done. Just lemme- ohhh fuck, 'm cummin!" Satoru can't contain himself either, difference bein he doesn't even attempt to. Sometimes Suguru has to leave when he's still fuckin you, reminds Satoru that you might need a break soon on his way out but all he gets is a noncommitted hum. You try nudging at his abdomen, keening as he speeds his thrusts but Satoru only covers your mouth. Smile sinister as you scratch at his hand and push at his chest with wide eyes, muffled cries for Suguru goin unheard as your savior walks out the front door oblivious to your torture. Satoru fucks you even faster, fallin in love with your tight lil puss all over again. "Whose gonna save you now, y/n?"

Z = Zzz: Like previously mentioned, Satoru gets so drunk on your pussy it's written in the stars that he's driftin off soon as he nuts for the last time. Doesn't wanna squish his princess so will quickly turn you on your side or back, big dick still tucked deep inside as he drags you against his large warm body. "One sec.. Honey.. So tired, gonna.. get up inna.." Zzz. Suguru usually has to rectify the situation, pullin you from a whining Satoru or just plain smackin him. Loses all his patience if it's his turn to fuck. SLAP! "Ow! The fuck, Sugu?! What was that for?" He blinks rapidly, the nerve to actually be disoriented when he wasn't even supposed to be asleep! "Cause your in the way of my pussy, idiot. Don't pretend you ain't tackle me to the floor when it was your turn." Suguru replies, movin to smack him again. Now he of course he's just as tired as Satoru when he finishes. But only falls asleep right after if you decline aftercare. Snuggles up to the closest warm body and drifts into a peaceful slumber after a quick replay of the night's events in his weary mind.

[starrylothcat]

Bestie!!! Idk if you're still taking these but if you are, may I please request "you taste like heaven" or "let me stay like this in you for a little bit. " with our beloved Captain Rex?

Heaven

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Female receiving cunnilingus. A lil teasing/edging. Need I say more? ;)

WC: 490

A/N: I bestow this self indulgent work upon thee 🙇🏻‍♀️. I’m having fun with these naughty prompts, ya’ll are serving up some juicy thots. Enjoy my friend 🥰

When Rex finally lowered his mouth to your desperately wet cunt, you couldn’t hold back the deprived sound that left your lips.

Rex had been teasing you for what felt like hours, kissing and lavishing your inner thighs, barely brushing his lips and fingers over your needy pussy, never giving you what you truly wanted.

You were a quivering, sweaty mess, your words barely coherent as you begged him for more.

Rex let out a pleasured grunt, not able to keep up his Captain charade much longer as he tasted what you were offering him.

Rex languidly circled his skilled tongue around your entrance, still teasing as he gently sucked on your clit.

You writhed, crying out, needing him to give you more.

“Rex…” You panted, not caring how desperate you sounded. “Please…”

Rex hummed into your folds, wanting to draw this out a little longer.

“The longer I take, the more you’ll cum on my tongue.” He locked eyes with you, taking his mouth off your sex momentarily to huskily whisper his desire, before licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt. “It will be worth it, I promise, mesh’la.”

You were white-knuckling the sheets now, sounds you weren’t sure you’d ever made before ripped from your throat, unsure how much longer you could take his teasing.

“R-Rex…” You were so close, teetering on the edge of implosion, almost delirious with want.

Rex must have decided you’ve finally had enough, latching on to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue in the most delicious, mind-shattering rhythm that hurled you over the edge.

You didn’t care that you were sobbing, your body tensing and toes curling, pleasure so extreme and white-hot you thought you may never come back down from this heaven.

Rex held down your spasming body, working you through the endless waves of ecstasy as you thrashed under his hold.

Rex was right, his face was soaked from your release, feeling it drip down your thighs as he tried to lap up every drop.

You finally settled, gasping for air, voice hoarse and boneless on the bed as Rex gently kissed your folds. Satiated, he climbed up on top of you, gazing down, proud of his work.

“You taste like heaven, mesh’la.” He dropped his mouth to yours, giving you a taste of the nectar he pulled from you. “Told you it would be worth it.”

You could barely speak, your body still thrumming from your intense climax, grasping at his short buzz, needing him close.

You were finally able to string together a coherent sentence, your desire re-igniting as you felt his rock-hard cock press against your soaked thigh.

You brought your lips to his ear, his ragged breath hot on your cheek.

“Now it’s my turn to get a taste of heaven, Captain.”

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Dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit

[imyourbratzdoll]

My thots got me thinking rn of some public sex with Johnny Storm, either in a public toilet stall or a changing room at a clothing store. 😩

He’s so bold and horny, he would convince to pull something like that because he can’t help himself.

AHHHH, I LOVED WRITING THIS! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT! I really hope you enjoy it! 🥰

summary - johnny is extremely horny from watching his girl try on dresses all day, and his actions are probably why they are banned from the store.

warning - just filthy smut, name-calling, daddy kink, some fluff? maybe? smut again.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Baby, are you nearly done?” I hear Johnny groan, and I don’t blame him. I mean, he’s been waiting so patiently while I try on clothes. I’m checking myself in the mirror as I’ve tried on a short light blue, innocent-looking dress with a tiny bow at the front.

I decide to step out of the stall, “nearly, how does this look? Is it good enough for the date you picked out?” He glances up from his phone, his eyes bulging out of his head. His mouth hangs open as his eyes move up and down my body. 

Standing abruptly, he pushes me back in. “Hey! Hey! What the hell?!” Putting his hand over my mouth, trying to shut me up. “You just had to walk out in this dress, huh? You wanted me to fuck you in public, you little slut.” He pushes me against the mirror, lifting the dress and ripping my knickers from my body.

His fingers find my clit fast, rubbing small circles, and he chuckles. “You’re so fucking wet, and I haven’t even done anything, you fucking slut.” His nose buries into my hair as his fingers move to my tiny hole. Inserting them inside, he starts to fingerfuck me. 

One hand still covers my mouth as he watches my eyes roll to the back of my head, his cock straining hard against his jeans, “that’s it, such a good girl. You’re taking my fingers so well,” Johnny groans into my ear. He suddenly stops as he feels my walls tighten around his fingers.

Pulling them out, he places them in his mouth and sucks off my juices, moaning while I whine. “Give me a second, you dumb slut. Do you really deserve my cock?” I nod desperately, my eyes pleading. Johnny takes his cock out, staring into my eyes through the mirror. 

He brings it to my slit, rubbing it against me. He smirks, “hmm, maybe you don’t. I mean… you have been teasing me all day, baby. With these cute little dresses, making me want to fuck you right then and there.” He grins before stepping back, stroking his hand up and down his massive cock, using the pre-cum that leaks out of his tip as lube.

Fat tears roll down my face as Johnny teases me, forcing me to watch as he touches himself. My pussy is on display for him, and his eyes are fixated as he watches me grow wetter and more desperate. “You okay, little baby? You want daddy’s cock? Are you just a little slut?” Whimpers leave my mouth as the words spill from his. “Speak, dumb slut. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk.” 

“Please, daddy, please, I’ll be so good! Pleaseplease just fuck me!” I start to sob, my core throbbing as all I want is him inside me. Johnny lets out a dark chuckle. Lining his cock with my entrance. Leaning down, he grunts into my ear. “Okay, baby, just know you asked for it.” He slams his cock deep inside of me. He grabs hold of my hips and starts to pound inside of me.

“Place your hands on the glass, pretty baby. Daddy’s about to ruin you.” Shakily putting my hands against the glass as I’m pushed more into it. His hands still gripped tightly on my hips, likely causing bruises. He slowly pulls out, causing me to feel every vein of his thick cock, every pulse, and the warmth of his base. 

Until all I can feel is the tip of his cock, before he thrusts in. My eyes roll back into my head, and my jaw drops open. He doesn’t bother stopping the moan that falls from my lips, too busy watching his cock pierce my cunt over and over again, Johnny’s mind dazed as he watches me pull him back in. Shivers ran through his cock and up his spine from the feeling of my tight, warm walls squeezing his cock. 

Johnny starts thrusting hard and fast. His hand reaches under and starts to rub my clit. Pinching it, he leans over, looking directly into my eyes. “This what you wanted, you dumb whore? You just needed me to put my cock in your cute little pussy.” He thrusts deeply, hitting the spot that causes my toes to curl, eyes to cross and tongue to hang out of my mouth as my brain goes completely numb.

He chuckles, gripping my chin with the hand that’s not rubbing my clit. “Aww, look at the dumb baby, all fucked out, huh? You think you deserve to cum, a naughty slut like you.” Gripping my chin roughly. He continues to rail into me, not stopping even when I whine and beg. “Answer me, dumb bitch.” I nod rapidly. “Yes, daddy, Imma good girl. Oh- Daddy… please, I’m- so close-” 

Walls tighten around his cock, and he watches as my eyes completely disappear into the back of my head, his eyes shut at the feeling. “Cum, baby, you’re such a good girl. C’mon, you’re so good for me.” My cunt pulses around him, trying to push him out as my orgasm hits. A scream leaves me. All people can hear throughout the store is me chanting ‘daddy, I’m cumming.” 

He holds me close, eyes closing as he pushes through the resistance and shoots his cum, deep inside my womb. Sighs of relief, leaving us both. Johnny slowly pulls out, making sure not to hurt me, I spin around, and he places a soft kiss on my lips. We both hear a pounding on the door and a throat clearing.

Johnny grins cheekily. Swinging open the store door, “gentlemen, ladies. We’ll take the dress.”

thank you for reading!

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[xdaddysprincessxx]

Congrats on 800, Prinny!

my thot:

Joel is a truck driver and reader is a hitch hiker he picked up several states before. They get along well enough (no sex...yet) THEN! one day, another hitch hiker approaches Joel looking for a ride - Ezra. He wants to know if you're available for some fun, and Joel has to decide if it's just him who gets you or if he's got room in his bunk for a threesome...

I leave the rest in your ever capable and good hands, baby!

Beefro👌🥩💜

Ride

Joel x F!reader x Ezra

18+, this is grump x sunshine x2, we got ass eating, ass spanking, 1 face slap, double penetration, and more. Very barely edited, not beta’d all mistakes are mine, read at your own risk. Also again 18+ , minors fuck off thank you

Word count: 3,200 - “Drabble” lmaoooo yea it got away from me.

REO Speedwagon flowed through the truck speakers as you reach your hand out the open window, letting the wind move your hand up and down. You’ve kicked your bare feet up on the dash as you hum along quietly. Your companion, Joel, lets out a grunt as he gives you a side eyed glance. It’s been a couple of months since he picked you up on the side of the highway. Unhappy with how life was, you decided to say fuck this, packed a small bag and headed out for whatever adventure came your way. Unfortunately you didn’t plan on your car dying on you half way across the country. Which is how you found yourself stranded at a gas station in Nevada. There was a hotel next to it that you were able to get a room at. One morning you packed up and started walking down the highway. You didn’t go too far in case no one picked you up, you could still walk back to the hotel.

Wearing your shortest daisy duke shorts with an old white tshirt tied up in the front, you were determined to hitch a ride. Lo and behold here comes a semi truck just driving along. Quickly you stopped and stuck your thumb out to signal you needed a ride. At first the truck kept going but soon the driver pulled over. Smiling real big you started to run towards the truck.

Climbing up the side, you stuck your head in the window,

“Well hello there handsome. You got room for little ole me to join?”

The driver had a permanent scowl on his face it seemed. Very easy on the eyes, a soft belly that hung over his pants as he sat.

“Hop in darlin.” He said in a deep, gruff voice.

Something about the handsome, thick driver got you going. You could already feel yourself getting wet just from this small interaction.You couldn’t help but think of how much trouble you just found yourself in.

Present Day

It’s been a few weeks since Joel picked you up. A part of you is surprised he hasn’t dropped you off and left yet. Another part of you hopes he never does. For the most part Joel doesn’t talk a lot. He hasn’t really opened up about himself to you. But you are a talker, you love to chat and boy do you.

Leaned back with your bare feet on the dash with your hand outside the window, moving with the wind.

“I heard it from a friend whooo heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messing around” you softly sang out loud. Turning your head to face Joel, giving him a big smile.

Joel returned your smile with a soft smile of his own.

Something about you has captivated him. Your beauty stunned him the first time he saw you. You had a pretty mouth he often daydreamed of but your little talking habit drove him crazy. As time went on though he found he actually enjoys hearing you go on and on about everything and nothing all at once. And now that’s he’s spent all this time with you, he’s not so willing to let you go. Ever. Whether you agreed or not, in Joel’s mind, you were his.

“Hey! Look! A hitchhiker! Can we help him Joel? Please? Like how you helped me?” You batted your eyelashes and gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

Joel saw a man walking down the highway, sticking his thumb out.

Looking at you, he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Without saying anything Joel pulled the truck over and the two of you waited on the man to catch up to the truck.

Ezra was a traveler, always on the move. The past few weeks he’s been spending his time in this little town keeping this pretty lady’s bed warm. That was until her husband came home and chased him away. Now he finds himself walking down this almost deserted highway. He has given up hope of finding a ride when he heard a truck rumbling behind him. As soon as he heard the engine he stuck his thumb out hoping the driver would be a Good Samaritan. The truck drove on by making Ezra let out a huff as he kicked the gravel up with his boot. As he looked back up he saw the truck pull over.

‘Holy shit it’s my lucky day after all’, he thought to himself as he started into a light jog to get to the truck as soon as he could.

Stepping up on the side steps, he gets up to the window and sees the prettiest little thing sitting passenger and . . A handsome old grump behind the wheel.

“ Hey there, any way I can catch a ride with you fine folks today? Destination doesn’t matter, just somewhere far from here.”

“Yea! We can take you with us! Hop in!” You reply in a higher pitched tone, sounding extra excited than one should sound when picking up a hitchhiker. You couldn’t help it though. The man was gorgeous. He had this little blonde patch of hair, beautiful, dark brown eyes and the most sweet sounding voice you’ve ever heard. As much as you’ve wanted Joel, he’s never given you any hint that he wants you in that way. And you’ve been dying to itch a particular scratch that you feel this hitchhiker could really scratch for you.

Giving you a big smile, Ezra pulls the door handle, opening the door as you get up and move to sit on the bunk between the two seats.

“Names Ezra. Nice to meet ya,” he puts his hand out towards Joel to shake.

“Joel.”

He says in a flat tone as he shakes his hand.

Ezra quickly gets the feeling that Joel isn’t much of a people person. He can see why Joel has such a pretty little companion as yourself, Joel’s handsome. Gruff and firm, no nonsense kind of guy. He wonders if he’s the type to be dominant in bed. Manhandle his partner and just throw them around, mold them into any position he wants. His own cock twitch’s at the thought.

“And who might you be young lady?”

You tell him your name as you let out a soft giggle, smiling and give him a little flutter of your lashes.

“What brings you out here Ezra?” You ask in your best flirty voice.

“Bit of a traveler. A nomad if you will. Don’t like to stay in one place too long. Wanna see the world ya know?”

“That’s so . . Romantic. Always on the move, seeing what the world has to offer. I bet you’ve met some wonderful people. Seen a lot beautiful women huh?”

Ezra can’t help but give you a smirk, loving how forward you are.

“Haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you honey.”

Joel loudly clears his throat making the both of you startle slightly and look at him.

“What about you handsome? With a pretty little thing by your side I’m sure you never look twice at anyone else huh?”

Joel’s jaw ticks as he gives Ezra this mean stare.

“This “pretty little thing” over here is mine,” he says bluntly before looking back at you, “and I don’t appreciate you throwing yourself at the first man you see like a filthy fucking whore.”

Your mouth drops open, you’re stunned.

“Hey now no need to call her names. I get it, she’s off limits. No need to get mean buddy. I didn’t know.”

You turn your head giving Ezra a confused look before turning back to Joel.

“Excuse me but I am not yours. I am a free woman and on top of that you have never claimed me before now. I can do what I want with who I want thank you very much.”

Joel is pissed now, he pushes the arm rest back before swinging one of his legs to the side, opening his legs wide and then grabbing your upper arm and pulling you towards him. You stumble as you fall over his lap, his arm wrapping over your back holding you in place. His large hand covers the globes of your ass as he rubs it from the top down to the curve of your ass.

“You’re.” Smack. “Mine.” Smack.

He just spanked you. He actually spanked you. If you weren’t in shock over him claiming you, you definitely were now.

He gives you another smack and a whimper came tumbling out of your mouth. You didn’t even have a chance to try and conceal it. Joel stopped moving, hearing you whimper from his actions. He knew you’d be into some freaky shit. He looks over and sees Ezra sitting there, almost mesmerized by the display in front of him.

“Take your cock out.” Joel orders Ezra.

Stunned and very much turned on, he does what he says and takes his cock out of his pants. Spitting into his hand he brings it back down and slowly starts stroking himself.

Joel looks back down at you in his lap, the bottom of your ass spilling out of the little shorts you have on. He reaches down taking his fore and middle finger and rubs a long stripe up your pussy through your shorts.

“I guess I haven’t been taking care o’ ya. My girls pussy needs to be fucked don’t it? Poor thing. I’m sorry baby let’s fix that.”

His hand pulls back before he gives your clothed pussy a slap.

A wanton moan fills the cab of the truck.

He helps you up, sitting you on his lap. You see Ezra watching, touching himself. You can feel yourself begin to soak your shorts. You face Joel and lean in, your lips softly landing on his. You start to pull away when Joel kisses you back, grabbing the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. You allow his tongue to enter, licking around, tasting each other. All too soon Joel pulls back. He hand goes to your face, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and fore finger. He rotates you to look at Ezra.

“Our guest looks like he needs some help baby. Be a good host, open up that pretty mouth.”

As soon as he releases your face, you get on your knees, in between the two seats, looking up at Ezra as you reach out and take him in your hand. You grip around the base, giving him a couple of tugs before leaning in and kissing the tip. You give it another kiss before you open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste the precum leaking out. You slowly start to take him into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his cock as you take as much of him as you can. His cock is about 6 inches, rather average but very girthy. You keep reminding yourself in your head to breath and relax. The more you relax the more you can swallow his cock. You start bobbing your head up and down as he watches you, letting out soft moans that spur you on.

Soon you feel Joel pull your hips up and work quickly on taking your shorts off. You pull off of Ezra’s cock with a wet pop as you go to pull your shirt off, revealing your tits to the men.

“Fffuckk.” Ezra mutters before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair, holding the back of his head to your breast as he sucks. You hear Joel behind you unbuttoning his pants and lewdly spitting on his hand.

“Lean back down baby let me see those sweet holes.”

Ezra releases your tit so you can bend over for Joel. You bend over, keeping your ass in the air as you take Ezra’s cock back into your mouth. Giving it a few sucks and finding a decent rhythm, your hand lets go so you can reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Joel.

“That’s it baby just like that.” Joel grunts. He spits on his forefinger and middle finger and swirling it around your puckered hole. He slowly pushes one finger in your ass making you choke on Ezra’s cock.

His finger stills inside, wiggling his finger around a few times before pulling back out. His other hand comes up and starts rubbing your wet pussy. Quickly finding your clit and giving it a few rubs before pushing his finger back into your ass. Joel finds a rhythm fast, rubbing your pussy as he fingers your ass. The sensation alone has you on edge, you begin to move faster on Ezra’s cock.

Joel starts to add a second finger in your ass causing you to let out a little welp.

“J-Joel! That’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“Shh baby you’re taking it. Taking it just fine. Let me kiss it better.”

Removing his fingers, Joel leans forward, holding your cheeks apart, licking a wide stripe up your ass. Your hands now on Ezra’s legs to keep yourself up right. You and Ezra lock eyes as you moan, feeling Joel swirl his tongue around your asshole, licking into it, making your pussy spasm around nothing.

Ezra cups your face, “That feel good sugar? You like feeling his tongue in such a forbidden hole? I bet your poor sweet pussy must be leaking by now.”

You can’t help but let out a sob. You need more, your neglected clit needs friction.

“Shh I know baby I know, let him French kiss that sweet hole. Let him make your sweet honey drip so we may feast.”

Joel pulls back, spit dripping down his chin,

“Get on the bed Ezra.”

He puts his arm under you, pulling you up. You fall back onto Joel, your legs shaking unable to hold you up.

Ezra makes quick work of taking his boots and pants off, pulling his shirt off as he slides by you to get on the bunk.

Once he’s settled on the bed laying on his back, Joel helps you get on the bunk next.

“Lay on top of him baby. You, hold her open for me.” He orders the two of you.

Ezra pulls you on top of him, your back against his chest. His hands holding the backs of your thighs, right behind your knee as your legs are bend. Holding you wide open. You can feel his cock in between your open cheeks.

Joel undresses and climbs on the bunk facing you.

“Goddamn. Never seen something more sinful or fucking beautiful than this.” He reaches down and grabs ahold of Ezra’s cock and starts pushing the tip towards your puckered hole.

“Joel! Nno! I- I can’t it won’t fit! Please!” You try to move but Ezra’s got a tight grip on you.

“Shh baby it’ll fit, I got you nice and ready back here. He’ll go slow baby.”

He watches your hole as the tip goes in, he takes his other hand and brings it to your pussy and starts rubbing circles on your clit.

You throw your head back and let out a moan, finally getting some friction on your cunt feels so good, you feel your whole body relax, momentarily forgetting about your asshole.

“That’s it baby let it happen,” he whispers before leaning forward and pulling your clit between his lips and sucking. His hand that guided the other man’s cock in you made its way down to his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Hearing him moan with you is making Joel’s cock leak. Ezra’s cock is almost all of the way in your ass now and it feels so good. You feel stuffed just from him.

Joel sits back up and just admires the two of you.

Taking himself in his hand he moves closer and swipes his cock through your folds a few times before slowly pushing into your pussy.

Your mouth is hanging wide open, your chest heaving as you watch Joel push you past any limits you could’ve had. Having both men now inside of you is an indescribable feeling. It’s a fullness like no other.

“ Oh fuck you both feel utterly divine. This must be heaven.” Ezra says breathlessly as he lays there inside of you, able to feel the weight of Joel’s cock inside your pussy.

“Move Ezra, go on. Let’s make her feel good.”

“Yes sir.”

He gives an experimental thrust, bouncing you slightly making Joel sink deeper into you.

He starts to build up a tempo, thrusting up into you while Joel stays still above you.

Soon Joel moves, finding a rhythm with Ezra. As one moves out the other moves in.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you lean back in ecstasy.

Joel’s quick to grab your throat, squeezing just right to make your eyes fly open.

“Keep your eyes on me baby, you will watch when I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”

Joel slaps you, not hard but enough to leave a slight sting. Your face turns slightly, the hand around your throat not giving you much movement. A wanton moan spilling from your lips.

“Yes Joel I’m s-sorry baby I won’t take my eyes off you again nngh ohh oh fuck oh fuck you feel so good. So full.”

Joel starts pounding harder into you, still squeezing your throat. Ezra’s holding onto your legs for dear life, the friction of Joel’s dick rubbing against him has him ready to burst.

“F-fuck nngh take our cum baby take every fucking drop you hear me?” Joel groans, you can tell both men are close.

“Mhmm cum inside me baby cum inside my little whore cunt. Mark my ass Ezra, I wanna feel you leak out of my holes oooh oh fuck oh fuck please cum baby!”

You reach down and start rubbing furiously at your clit, sending right over the edge. You let out a scream as you start coming, vision going blurry as tears escape your eyes. Your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Both men soon follow right behind you, spilling their seed deep inside both of your holes.

All three of you still, breathing heavy as Joel pulls out. Ezra’s soft cock slips out right after him as he lets go of your legs.

“Hold on baby don’t move.” Joel tells you before reaching down in between the bunk and the drivers seat, pulling out an old school Polaroid camera.

Aiming the camera at you and Ezra he snapped a shot and a Polaroid came spitting out. He grabbed the photo and sat it by his leg. Then he leaned forward and snapped another pic, this one a close up of your cunt and asshole leaking cum. Taking both photos and placing them on his seat before laying down next to Ezra as he pulls you into the middle.

No one really said a word. It was just the three of you, laying together, soft smiles shared, basking in the soft embrace of each other before falling asleep.

A/n: omg lmao so this was meant to be a drabble, this is one hell of a drabble 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you so so much for such a beautiful thot my sweet beef baby @beefrobeefcal !! I hope you love this! I hope yall enjoy this! I really loved writing this and thank you again for following me, reading, interacting, all of it! You guys are the best!

[bitchin-beskar]

hehe now your turn for some ale content 😌 just imagining your first time with him...

ooooh, first time with Alejandro... a v good thot indeed 😏

Colonel Alejandro Vargas x First Time...

It'd been only six short months of dating Alejandro when you decided you wanted to take the next step in your relationship. You'd had other relationships before him, your longest lasting two years, but you'd never had sex before. Never even considered it with other partners, if you were being honest. Even though you'd only been together with Ale for half a year, you felt far more comfortable with him than anyone else. Maybe it had to do with knowing him since you were a teenager? You were close with him, in a way you hadn't been with previous partners.

Ale had always been very careful with you, soft touches and gentle kisses, never asking for more than you were willing to give. You thought he might suspect that you were still a virgin, but you'd never asked him outright if he knew, and he'd never asked you outright if you were, either. It was something unspoken in your relationship, something that just never seemed to be discussed.

It hadn’t really been an issue in previous relationships either. If pressed, you simply broke off the relationship. You weren't interested in being with someone who was willing to pressure you if you weren't ready. And most relationships, you'd just... never wanted to have sex. At least, until Ale.

You know he isn't the kind of man who would tease or make fun of your naivety, and he's always so gentle, it's hard to imagine him ever hurting you the way you'd secretly worried about when listening to your friends talking about losing their own virginity. Horror stories of bloody sheets and aching bodies, being left unsatisfied and unfulfilled that first time.

Still, it's hard to broach the subject. You're not quite sure how to ask for what you want. It's not like you have experience in this, and while you don't fear judgement from Alejandro, you're still nervous. A deep, dark part of your mind tries to suggest that he'd not initiated anything because he wasn't attracted to you that way, but you know that can't be true.

Right?

The opportunity presents itself somewhat unexpectedly. It's late one night, the two of you dozing together on the couch. Ale is propped up against the armrest, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, and you're nestled into his side, head resting on his shoulder and hand splayed against his ribs as the soft strains of some unknown tv show plays in the background.

You're brought out of your sleepy, lazy state by the sound of an unexpected–and surprisingly loud–moan. You blink, raising your head from where it had been nestled against Ale, looking around for the source of the disturbance. Alejandro lets out a low groan, coming out of his own daze.

Your eyes fall on the tv, and you immediately feel your heartbeat pick up. The show the two of you had been watching has long since finished, and you're not sure what is playing now, other than the fact that includes a very steamy sex scene, apparent by what's currently on the screen in front of your eyes.

A woman is reclined on a bed, gauzy, sheer white drapes fluttering around the canopy. She's naked, arms stretched above her head and completely baring her nude form. Between her thighs lays a man, the shock of dark hair and strong, broad shoulders the only things visible as he buries his face into her cunt.

There's no other possibility for what he's doing, not based on the way her face is contorted in such exquisite pleasure. Breathless moans continue to fall from the tv speakers as your own body temperature rises, and you're unable to prevent yourself from physically reacting to the erotic scene before you. You shift, growing hotter and more uncomfortable, but unable to look away.

"Hold on, I can turn it off," Ale offers, already shifting under you to sit up, eyes searching for the remote from where it had fallen off the armrest of the couch. You realize he's taken your own shifting as nerves, that you might be uncomfortable with what's on the tv.

"Ale, wait," you breathe, and when he turns to look at you, you press your hand to his jaw and lean up to kiss him, your other hand pressing against his shoulder to maintain your precarious balance.

Never one to deny you, Alejandro presses his lips against yours, his arm coming off the back of the couch to wrap around you, providing a grounding presence. You shift to straddle his lap, letting him pull you closer and press you tighter against him. Your hands trail across his jaw and up to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly and moaning when he kissed you harder as a result.

His hands settled on your waist, fingers sliding under your shirt to press into your heated skin. He was just holding you there, but you could feel the press of his erection through his sweats and the tiny shorts you had on. In an instant you made a decision and began to slowly roll your hips, rocking back and forth over the bulge in the fabric of his sweats. Moans escaped from your throat as you rocked in his lap, the pressure and friction just perfect.

You whimpered when Ale pulled away, his eyes dark as he watched you rock in his lap, your hips not ceasing their movements even though he was no longer kissing you. Your own noises drowned out the sounds from the tv, and you were focused entirely on Alejandro.

"What has gotten into you, mi amor?"

Biting your lip, you look away from Ale's piercing gaze, even though your hips do not slow their roll. He's always had an intimidating gaze, and you find when he looks at you like this, you can never maintain eye contact for long.

He suddenly and abruptly stalls your rocking on his lap, and the whine that tears from your throat is almost inhuman, pitiful and desperate. You've never made a noise such as that before, and you're hopelessly embarrassed by the fact that it came out of you.

Fingers on the curve of your jaw turn your face back towards him, from where you’d looked away. The look on Ale’s face is unreadable, almost appraising as he looks you up and down, takes in the way you’re panting softly, the twitches of your hips he’s not quite able to still with his firm grip, the slight sheen of perspiration dotting your forehead.

"Ale," you say, the word more a whine than any actual recognizable speech. You're so caught up and turned around by the sensations that it's difficult to tell which way is up, let alone how to form the words to express your wants and desires.

Unfortunately, and as much as you might sometimes believe otherwise, Alejandro is not a mind reader, and he reminds you of this.

"Princesa, you need to use your words." He scolds softly, the bite of his words soothed by the fact that they carry no heat, and by the way his thumb is caressing your jaw.

You can actually feel tears start to gather in your eyes, and if you weren't so turned on right now that it was borderline painful, you'd be embarrassed about it. The sheen of tears makes your eyes sparkle in the low light, and as you look at Alejandro through your lashes, he's unable to help his own body's instinctive reaction and his hips jerk up into yours, driving a punched-out whimper from your chest at the unexpected sensation.

"Dime."

The rough growl of his order sends shivers down your spine, and you're opening your mouth before you realize it.

"Need you," you gasp, unable to control the way your hips fight against Alejandro's grasp. "P-Please Ale, please!"

Alejandro growls against your lips, before he claims you in another consuming kiss. His hands begin to guide you to rock against him, controlling the pace and movement, allowing you pleasure on his terms.

Your hands clutch at the soft fabric of his tee-shirt, holding yourself closer and letting the sensations wash over you. Ale's always been incredibly competent in everything he does, and it seems this is no different than any other situation.

Even so, the aching emptiness inside you cannot be ignored. You've never felt it quite this keenly, although it's a strange sensation since you've never really known what it feels like to be full. But you want to. You want to know what it feels like. And you want Alejandro to be the one to show you.

"Ale," you gasp against his lips, words muffled because he refuses to stop kissing you for anything. "Ale, want you to fuck me."

The groan he lets out is loud and roughly edged, from somewhere deep in his chest. He grips your jaw with one hand, forcing you to meet his dark, dark eyes.

"Yeah? Is that what my princesa wants?" At your shaky nod, restricted by the hold he still has on you, Alejandro's eyes darken even further, pupils blown wide, a shark smelling the blood tainting the water. "I'll give it to you, mi vida. Right after you come on my lap, like a good girl."

Your lower lip pushes out into a pout, surely looking ridiculous with his grip still tight on your jaw. But you don't care. Your brain only registers that he's denying you, that he's not taking you to bed right this second and impaling you on his cock.

"Ale-" you whine, hands scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders, as though you can somehow force him to move through sheer will alone. "Please!"

He seems to know what you're begging for, even if he refuses to grant your wish. You're honestly surprised when he offers an explanation for his refusal, even if his words cause the fire inside you to burn brighter.

"Need to get you nice and wet, princesa. I'm not a small man, and I hate hurting you more than anything else. So you're gonna come for me, right here and now, and then I'll make you come as many times you want on my cock." You can't help but moan at his words, his frankness familiar but the dirty words spilling from his mouth unusual and strange, albeit arousing. "How does that sound, hm?"

You go to answer an affirmative, the promise of his cock and countless orgasms to come enough to persuade you, but Alejandro doesn't wait for you, gripping your hips tighter and actually lifting his own up and off the couch, actively rolling his hips against yours. The pressure is just the right side of painfully exquisite, and you cannot control the near animalistic sounds that are falling from your lips.

He's held you right on the edge without you knowing, merely a mockery of an active participant, and now that you're seeing what it really looks and feels like when he's got that incredibly intense focus solely on making you come, it rushes up on you like a tidal wave. It takes no more than a few rolls of his hips before you're coming with a shout, body shaking and eyes rolling back in your head as pleasure consumes you.

Alejandro continues to grind against you, greedy flames licking at the oxygen of your release, spreading the blaze into a goddamn wildfire, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Your vision goes dark, and you swear you're teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

When awareness comes back to you, its to the sensation of being carried, Alejandro's arms under your ass and around your back, cradling you to his chest as he climbs the stairs to the bedroom.

He's whispering praises against the delicate skin of your throat, a jumbled mix of English and Spanish, mostly unintelligible. As he shoves open the door to your bedroom with his foot, hands gentle and possessive as he arranges you on the sheets and you look up into the eyes of the man you've loved for half your life, you're well aware there's nothing for you in this world if you don't have Alejandro Vargas by your side.

[sugarcoated-lame]

it’s me coming to ransack you with joel thots! 🥹

with babysitter and joel, i’m sorry but i NEED him to fuck me in one of his old t-shirts. sarah’s in bed, you’ve just showered and thrown it on. you come out of his en-suite and his book is flying to his bedside table. he’s pinning your lower back down into the mattress, hoisting his t-shirt over your ass and bunching it up in his fist as he fucks you into his bed.

on the flip side, i mentioned this in my answer to your thot, but what if you knew joel pre-out break all the way to the second game? somehow you’d stuck together and made it both through, alive. there was a period of time when he was with ellie and you were sure he would never see you again, but when he came back he was different.

pre-outbreak he could be a little mean or rougher during sex, once the outbreak first happened it would still be the same. both of you fucking your frustration out with one another. but after ellie, he changed. he couldn’t hurt you because he saw enough of that and he never wanted to think about you getting hurt.

he would still pound you into the mattress, but with his hands now holding your hips and guiding you, instead of pushing you against the mattress. he would let you take his cock all the way down your throat, but keep his hand nestled tightly in your hair to pull you up every three seconds. there would be no spanking, swapping it for gentle squeezes of your ass instead, but with his rougher hands it was just as delightful.

just joel becoming a huge pleasure fanatic and truly taking care of you during sex 🥰

i hope you’re doing well my love! i’m sending you so many kisses and i hope the beginning of your week has been good, mwah! 💗🫶🏼

SEBBBBB my beloved !!! <3 ransack away babey, I’m always ready for some Joel thots! 🫠

ok Joel fucking you in one of his shirts… it’s not a want it’s a need 😵‍💫 !!!! he goes absolutely feral seeing you in his t-shirts. It all stems from the early days when he first hired you months ago, before you got together, when he would tell you to just spend the night whenever he’d get home too late and was too tired to drive you home. He’d give up his bed for you and insist on taking the couch even if it kills his back, offering you one of his t-shirts and an old pair of gym shorts to sleep in. The sight of you in his clothes and the way his shirt and his pillow would smell like you the next morning would drive Joel absolutely insane back then, and now that you’re his — now that he’s able to touch you and share his bed with you, he can’t keep his hands off you.

Like you said, his book is flying off to the side and he’s on you in a second, fingers rucking up the fabric of his t-shirt as he fucks you into the mattress, dark eyes darting between pleasure-wrought face and where the two of you are connected, Joel squeezing your breast through the thin material, calloused fingers wrinkling the fabric in his grasp

“Might have to let you keep this, darlin’. Looks better on you than it does on me.”

And then knowing Joel since before the outbreak and being apart while he was with Ellie 🥺🥺 I’m picturing you being separated when he leaves the Boston QZ to escort Ellie to the fireflies. With Joel gone, you really have nothing keeping you in Boston anymore, so you decide to leave the QZ too and eventually end up in Jackson.

After saving Ellie from the firefly hospital and returning to Jackson, Joel is just as shocked as you are to see each other again. The Joel that left the QZ was the rough, stoic, closed off man that you’d come to know since he lost his daughter all those years ago, but the Joel you’re seeing now in Jackson is different.

He’s lighter, happier, softer, and that definitely applies to sex with you too. After everything he’s been through during his time on the road with Ellie, all of the things he had to do, the people he’s had to hurt to survive, the last thing he’d ever want is to hurt you. He’d still pound you into the mattress for sure, but his kisses and touches are much softer. The contrast of his rougher hands and how gently they caress your skin, the softness of his lips on yours while he fucks you hard into the mattress sending shivers down your spine. His words are sweeter too, gently spurring you on and letting you know he’s going to take care of you.

“Want you to cum for me. Let go for me, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

No longer just trying to fuck out his frustrations, Joel’s main focus is on what makes you feel good and bringing you pleasure 🥹

aaaah thank you so, so much for sending these thots my love, they’ve got me absolutely reeling 😵‍💫 I’m giggling and kicking my feet I need him so bad !!!! 🫠🫠 and I’m doing pretty well thank you babes <3 I hope you’ve had a great start to your week too! ilysm, sending you so many hugs and kisses right back!!! 🥰🌸💜💕💜💕💜💕

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

don't let me have thots all i can think about is teasing him in public/in front of guests until he eventually loses patience 😶‍🌫️

YES INDEED.

tw: smut

also I didn’t proofread, where we’re going we don’t need maps

Your floor length shift dress would have been modest were it not scandalously sheer. You and the new Daimyo could continue to flirt circles around each other or he could take the dress as the invitation it was and throw you onto the first available bed. Tonight, you planned to place the ball in his court and let him decide. A pendant on a delicate chain was the only jewelry necessary to accent your décolletage. You dabbed your wrists with an oil that smelled of Tusken leather and the flower of the desert plum and prepared to make the short walk from Mos Espa proper to the Daimyo’s Palace.

…

He’d invited the mayor and his staff knowing full well that it would obligate you to attend. In truth, there was no legitimate reason to involve Mok Shaiz entourage. What he hadn’t expected was an eyeful of your curves through a gauzy dress as you chatted casually with the guild heads and administrators. He wondered what game you were playing, nearly bringing these stuffy bureaucrats to their knees in an ensemble that bordered on obscene. He supposed this is what he deserved, having spent the better part every meeting with the mayor shamelessly undressing you with his imagination. If your plan was to push him over the edge, you were doing just fine.

…

Every so often you glanced at the Daimyo and batted your long, fluffy lashes. He was of course staring at you with a rather predatory expression on his face that you refused to dignify with your acknowledgment. Serves him right for teasing you for weeks on end. If The Great Boba Fett wants it, you thought, he can come get it. Otherwise you might just go home with the marginally handsome head of the produce importers’ guild and be quite obvious about it too.

…

Boba rose from the throne. Two could play at this game. He waved the mayor over as he stepped into the crowd to mingle among the guests.

“Mayor Mok Shaiz, you must introduce me to your staff. I take it they are all in attendance this evening?”

The mayor’s staff were, for the most part, an officious bunch of functionaries. But you were something entirely different and Boba Fett had underestimated your willingness to push this little game as far as you possibly could. He caught you openly flirting with the head of one of the import guilds out of the corner of his eye as he shook hands with yet another one of Mok Shaiz redundant staffers. He’d had quite enough of your insolence and excused himself to make his way across the throne room to teach you some manners.

…

“Apologies, but I need to borrow her. We have urgent business.” The Daimyo seemed to appear out of nowhere. The accurate explanation was that you were on your third Bespin Breeze and in your increasing haze, you lost track of him. Boba grabbed you firmly around the waist and steered you away from the crowd and into an alcove off of the kitchen.

…

Boba pressed you chest first into the cool stone wall and used his body to pin you still. You pushed your palms into the wall in an attempted to brace yourself, but he brought your arms behind your back and held both of you wrists in one hand. With the other he reached around to feel past your sheer dress and thin panties for your clit.

“Is this what you wanted, little one?” he hissed into your hair. You made a guttural noise in the back of your throat.

Keeping your wrists pinned behind your back, he turned you around to face him and fisted your hair. He pulled your head back to give him free access to neck and began kissing and nipping his way down your throat.

“Apologize, little one, and I’ll bring you upstairs to my bed and take care of you.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

“I’m sorry what?” He fully intended to break you.

“I’m sorry Daimyo.”

…

In his bedroom, he was far gentler than he had been downstairs. Having brought the minx in you to heel, he felt no need to humble you any further. Boba Fett had bridled you and now he meant to show you what it was to belong to the Daimyo.

Without his armor, Boba Fett was still imposing. Your hands ghosted up and down his hard, broad chest. He gave you time to enjoy the look and feel of his body, leaning in to kiss your forehead and place his hands low on your hips. Slowly, he gathered the fabric of your dress. You lifted your arms compliantly and allowed him to slide it over your head. It was his turn to marvel at your naked body. He knelt down and kissed your hip as he slid your panties down your legs.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me, little one.”

Boba watched as you complied and seemed to salivate at the sight of you.

“I’ve been looking forward to this since the day I first laid eyes on you,” he said reverently.

He knelt down and kissed the inside of your knee while running his hands down the backs of your thighs. He’d waited too long for this moment to rush his way through it. You reached for his hands and, seeing your need for tenderness in such a vulnerable position, he took them in his and rubbed your palms with his thumbs.

“Mesh’la, you are perfection.”

…

The wet noises he made with his mouth and his flattened tongue when he licked your clit were erotic on their own, but the tactile pleasure had you with your back arches and your head thrown back in ecstasy. Your moans had him hard and already imagining how good it would feel to be inside you, but he wanted your gushing climax first. The Daimyo was substantially endowed and he needed you ready to take him.

You came hard into his mouth, squeezing his hands and crying out. Afterwards he stroked the tops of your thighs and rested his cheek on your pelvis. The way your whole body tensed with your orgasm, he knew you needed time to recover. He kissed his way lazily up your body. There was no hurry. He stroked your cheek as he rested his forehead against yours. He felt your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your chest through his own and hummed softly to you as he waited for your respiration to slow.

“Are you ready to take me inside you, mesh’la?”

“Yes Daimyo,” you said softly. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over your lower lip and kissed you. Your wrapped your arms around his neck as he reached down between the two of you to rub his hard cock between your folds to lubricate it with your slickness.

You gasped when he entered you.

“Breathe, little one. Relax and breathe.”

He remained still inside you and did not move until you heaved a sigh and he felt the tension leave your body. Then he moved slowly and deliberately, studying your face carefully for any hint of discomfort.

You adjusted to the length and girth of him, and then he felt delicious inside you. Every thrust brought another wave of pleasure. He grunted into your mouth as he kissed you.

“You’re mine now, little one. Do you know that?” His voice was husky and strained with pleasure.

“Yes Daimyo!”

You bit his shoulder as you came, and his thrusting became more urgent. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close as he exploded inside of you.

He nuzzled your neck and gently stroked the top of your head as you recovered from the intensity of your orgasm. You didn’t know yet that he planned to take care of you, that his declaration that you belonged to him was not just the heat of the moment putting words in his mouth. He pulled a bantha hide across your bodies to shield you from the cool desert wind and helped you settle onto his chest with your head tucked under his chin.

…

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I made this for y’all

[bobfloydsbabe]

Okay, so a ✨thot✨ about our lovely eccentric professor!Bob

Now, go easy on me, I've never actually shared thots before lol.

What if, it's been a long stressful day, and Bob has to stay late for some sort of online meeting/seminar/thing and he has to present. Our lovely TA obviously knows he's stressed about it, because he's been I don't know, extra gruff etc. So she decides he needs some stress relief/payback for being bitchy to her. He has one of the giant old wooden desks... she's doing some "last minute tiding" on his desk and oops! There goes a pen or some paper! So she bends down to pick it up and it barely registers for him when she doesn't immediately pop back up. Next thing he knows, there's a presence settling between his legs, gentle fingers skimming up his inner thighs. Belt buckle comes undone , fly inches down and the next thing he knows he's desperately trying to maintain his composure to keep talking normally as she swallows him down.

...

Anon, bestie, are you sure you've never shared a thot before because hot damn 🥵

He's been short and snappy with you all day, and you know he's stressed about the seminar, but it doesn't make it sting any less. However, you need him to lighten up so he can actually give this talk to a bunch of old scholars across the world. The laptop he doesn't fully trust is all set up, he's got his perfectly steamed tea on a coaster next to him, and he's so focused on getting ready that you entering his office barely registers. He doesn't notice you moving one of his pencils an inch to the left, and that's how you know he won't notice you crawl under his desk. He doesn't notice until you're touching his inner thigh and he jumps, banging his knees against the bottom of the desk. The seminar starts, though, and he can't very well tell you to stop, so he doesn't. Concentrating becomes increasingly difficult as you bob your head on his cock, stroking the parts you can't reach with your mouth, and watching tears form in his eyes as he tries to hold back makes you even wetter. The old scholars know he's a little eccentric, so they don't think anything of it when he jerks around and seems twitchy in his seat. He's fighting back moans and you just keep going and going and going... until he closes the lid of his laptop and gives in to your delectable and wicked mouth, eventually cumming down your throat.

Anon, I'm screaming without the s 🫠

[acatalystrising]

Hiya! I had a Boba thot that has me in a bit of a chokehold~ I plan on sitting and writing out a full fic eventually, but I wanted to share this little thot with someone who underSTANDS my feelings for this old man 🥰

So, reader and Boba sparring? Lightly, not for blood, more hard taps in hand-to-hand than anything. It ends with the two play wrestling and rolling around on the floor mats, giggling and trying to pin the other. Winner gets a big ole' smooch~ ❤️

(No one else in the training room, of course, no one else needs to see that side of Boba but reader~ not even Fennec~)

Hey!! OHHH thank you so much for the lovely Boba thots, as always, they are so appreciated! I very much do understand, and am right there with you 🫠 Boba is just perfect!

A sparring match?!? Sign. Me. Up.

Oh, this is just too good, I had to write something to this prompt! Without further ado…

“You’re not even trying, ad’ika.”

Boba’s voice was a low thrum in your ear as he moved behind you with more speed most would expect from a man of his bulky frame. But you knew better.

You felt the playful tap on the back of your head even as you spun to face him, lifting your arms, and making some space between you. The sparring room was empty save for the two of you - barred from anyone who would dare try to enter. This time was for you two, and you two alone.

He watched you, glittering mirth flashing in his amber eyes. He even shot you a small grin, bearing those stark white teeth against bronzed skin. Damn, this man would be the death of you.

“Am too.” You lunged, swooping low and going for his legs. You slipped past his arms and barreled into him, but he only scooted back a mere inch.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” His arms curled around your middle, pinning you in place. “Think someone’s…distracted.”

He tapped your forehead, then the back of your neck, and you grunted, trying to wriggle free to no avail.

“Let. Me. Go!” You kicked at his shins, trying anything to break free, but his grip only tightened further.

Every once and a while, you were reminded of who the love of your life was. Who he used to be. His strength was always the first reminder.

“As you wish.” This was said with a hearty chuckle, one that made you frown in concentration.

You tried a different tactic, meeting his fists with strikes of your own - managing to block some of his attacks. But as always, it was short lived. He had you down on the mat before you could blink, his burly arms holding you down, flat on your back.

“Had enough yet, little one?” His breath washed over your ear, hot and panting.

Heat curled down your spine.

“I…no,” you tried to wiggle away, landing a mock blow to his face.

“Really.” He chucked, leading in and tapping the very tip of your nose. “Thought we decided to be honest with each other.”

You looked up at him with a mock glare, and his lips curved into an easy grin. And then, after a beat of silence, he winked. A laugh bubbled from your chest, you couldn’t help it, and he joined in, collapsing on top of you with a smirk.

“Ohhh c’mon! Not fair!” You didn’t bother trying to escape, knowing he was much stronger. “Whhyyy!”

“So sassy.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Since I won, don’t I deserve my-”

You pushed yourself up before he could finish, giving him a big, long, drawn out kiss. His chuckle reverberated through you - from your throat to your toes, and he cupped your face with a big hand, holding you close. When you finally broke free, he gazed down at you with a smirk.

“You dare silence me?”

“Weeell…” you blinked in mock shyness. “Did it work?”

“Princess.” He leaned in for another kiss, and you grinned when you felt the evidence of your teasing pressing hard against your leg. “I know just what to do with you.”

[littlelioncub43]

If Only

Summary: You overhear something you wish you hadn’t. What’s an ideal type, anyway? 

Pairing: Best friend!Jake Jensen x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mean things being said, insecure reader, perceived unrequited love, Steve being an angel, discussions of an “ideal type,” fluff, happy ending for some characters. 

Word count: 

A/N: As many of my friends can attest to, I have been in a sad mood and have been having many many many many sad thots. This is a product of one of my many heartbreaking scenarios. I have more coming! So buckle up, grab your favorite emotional support blanket/plushie/pillow, and let’s get into it. I love you guys and think you’re amazing. (Also, is it just me, or does this feel rushed? Like.... right?)

Kisses 💋

—K

Being friends with Jake had a lot of positives. Like he always knew how to fix your router when it decided to stop working, how to get all the game cheat codes to make Animal Crossing or Mario Kart a little more exciting, and just being around him was like being close to an angel. He made you laugh harder than anyone you knew, he made you feel special, and safe, and comfortable. 

But being around Jake had it’s downsides too. You weren’t planning on falling in love with him. It was cliche and stupid, but it happened. You fell in love with one of your best friends. That by itself wasn’t the downside. The fact that he was oblivious to it was the painful part. But after a few months, you learned how to swallow it down and keep it to yourself. 

Tonight was just another game night. Clay and Aisha were arguing about whether or not she was hiding cards underneath her couch cushion. You really have no idea how the topic of ideal partners came up. 

“If you could have the perfect partner, what would they be like?” Aisha asked you. You chuckled and fought the urge to look over at Jake who sat next to you. “Come on, let’s have it!” 

“This is such a dumb question,” you laugh and hum as you think, “hmmmmmmmmmmm... they’d be funny and really kind, someone I could be myself with—you know, all that classic stuff,” you shrug and quickly try to change the focus from you to someone, anyone else. Thankfully, you needed another drink, so you made your escape to the kitchen. 

“What about you, Jensen?” You hear Clay ask. You pour yourself another drink, listening carefully for Jake’s answer. 

“O-Oh, you know,” he clears his throat, clearly nervous, “someone funny and really kind, a-and, um, someone I could be myself with...”

“Someone like Y/N?”

“Well, y-yeah," your heart flutters at his answer, but the joy is short-lived, he quickly adds, "but if she were prettier," Jake says nervously, hoping that his answer would throw everyone off his scent. He didn’t need them to tease him about this too. Truth be told, he thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You were also his best friend, and he couldn’t risk you not liking him back. So he’d settle for longing looks and lingering touches. 

The sound of you quickly rushing by to grab your things and the door slamming shut were the obvious indicators that you left. Jake sat in his spot, wondering what could have happened to make you leave. He hoped to God that you didn’t hear what he just said. The angry looks from the rest of the group tell him that it is a very real possibility. 

You held back the tears until you got to your car. In the back of your mind, you always knew that Jake didn’t like you like that, but hearing it was a new type of hurt. As you drove home, you couldn’t help but think: at least I have an answer. 

Yeah. At least you have an answer.

The weeks you took away from everyone were some of the worst of your life. You got a therapist after deciding that you were going to deal with this as healthily as you could. You deserved that much. You also decided that you deserved a loving relationship. You have a lot of love to give, and some one out there deserves to receive it.

There was someone out there who was worthy of your time, and you were going to find them.  

And who do you find? A sweetheart named Steve Rogers. 

You had ran into him at a bookstore, he was looking for the fiction/fantasy section and couldn’t find it for the life of him. He was looking for a copy of The Hobbit, ‘it’s an inside joke with me and a friend.’ You were hooked ever since. 

You don’t have as much time to hang out with the group anymore, not that Jake notices. It's not like he was looking forward to seeing you at one of Aisha's game nights. He wasn't looking forward to meeting Steve. It was all he fucking heard about; ‘oh, her new boyfriend Steve does this,’ ‘oh, her new boyfriend Steve does that,’ ‘oh Steve is just so charming and handsome and blah blah blah.’ 

He was the last to arrive at Aisha’s house, sliding in through the door relatively unnoticed. The nerves in his gut mounted as he heard your melodious laugh. God, it’s been forever since he saw you. He found you standing in the living room. You were still you, absolutely beautiful. Jake’s palms are suddenly sweaty. 

Then he saw who could only be Steve. He was tall, blonde and had a smile that looked too perfect. Jake wants to hate him, but the way you looked at him made it nearly impossible. You couldn't stop looking at Steve like he hung the fucking moon, and Steve? Steve couldn't stop looking at you like you were the stars. 

Jake watched from his spot on the couch how you snuck your hand into Steve’s, how Steve immediately linked his fingers with yours, and the shy smiles you both exchanged. Jake sipped his beer to drown the ache in his chest. But when you guys stole a kiss when you thought no one was looking? That broke Jake's heart.  

Jake watches as Pooch ropes Steve into a game of Uno. You break off from the group to get your own drink. The next thing Jake knows, he’s following close behind you. You jump when Jake calls your name. 

“Hi, Jake,” you smile politely. You didn’t have it in you to be mad, at least right now. 

“Hi,” he sighed, “h-how are you? I haven’t seen you in a while, missed seeing you.”

“Oh, yeah, I had some stuff to take care of,” you say a little awkwardly, “I’m still taking care of it, but, you know, it’s better these days.”

“That’s good to hear,” he says quickly. The conversation begins to die, and before Jake could think of something else to talk about he’s opening his big mouth. “So, Steve, huh? H-He’s seems nice.”

"He's absolutely wonderful," you beam at the mention of Steve. You chew your lip a little before continuing, "he reminds me a little of you, actually."

"He does?" Jake’s eyes widen at that. To think that he resembled any part of the nearly perfect man in the living room, boggles his mind. You nod softly, and Jake decides he's feeling bold. He licks his lips and looks down at his feet. "Well... why wasn't it me?"

You're surprised by his question. A bubble of anger rises in your throat but you swallow it down. Clenching your jaw, you straighten your back a little and take a deep breath. You spoke slowly and carefully.

"I like you, Jake, but..." yeah, there's always a 'but,' he thinks. "But, I heard what you said, when they asked what you thought of me and... And I realized that... the right man for me will like me just as I am," your voice shakes a little but your tone is strong, "Not if I’m funnier, or smarter, or prettier." 

Jake swears must have stopped beating, the pit at the bottom of his stomach and the lump in his throat double in size. He wants to tell you he didnt mean it, that he thinks you're absolutely perfect, but Steve finds you both before Jake can say anything. Steve smiles at you and you can't help but beam back at him, your sadness almost melting away instantly. He catches sight of Jake and clears his throat a little.

"Hi. You must be Jake, I'm Steve," Steve offers Jake his hand and Jake takes it politely with a smile. You could tell Jake's forcing his smile, but you couldn't find it in you to care too much. He deserved it. "I've heard a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you."

"Oh, yeah, same," Jake flounders a little, "b-but about you."

You chuckle at his stuttering, it was petty but it lightened the mood a little. You snake your arm around Steve's waist, leaning into him slightly. Jake watches as you naturally relax into Steve's annoyingly perfect body.

"Jake and I were catching up a little, it's been a while since I've been able to hang out with them," you fill Steve in, playfully scolding him.

"Yeah, my bad," he purrs back at you, his gaze slightly smoldering. Jake suddenly feels out of place, like he's seeing something that he's not supposed to. The tightness in his throat threatens to strangle him if he doesn't get away.

"I gotta— I gotta go, I just remembered, I got a thing," Jake stutters out and quickly makes for the exit. He pays no mind to the looks the others give him as he grabs his coat and practically runs to his car.

He makes it to his car just before the tears that burned his eyes can fall. He sniffles and wipes at the few strays running down his cheeks, knocking his glasses off. He knew he had no right to be upset, but he couldn't fight the toxic cocktail of sadness, jealousy, and anger any longer.

As the tears settled, he sat in silence for a moment. The minutes ticked by as he slowly came to terms with it all: it was his fault. All of it was because of his big mouth. Resting his head on the steering wheel, he sighs and turns on his truck. Failure was nothing new to Jake, but defeat was.

He knew you were right: the right man would love you just as you are — but Jake had always thought it'd be him.

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[plzu]

Salted Caramel Latte - (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!barista!Reader)

part four ☕️

posting quickly before i disappear into the night to have HOT POT.... so apologies for any typos or w/e alsdjfl i read and re-read as i write but i stay missing things 🤷🏽‍♀️

Summary: You kiss Adrian. You keep kissing him, even after he stresses to you that he's super never killed anyone before. Like, ever.

Warnings: no real obvious ones this time around???, brief mention of serial killers (Dahmer), no Y/N, horny thots, allusion to bad relationship with parents, sad reader ???, lmk if i missed any & i'll add to the last :]]], not explicit/18+ YET...

Word Count: 3.6k+

So. You kissed Adrian Chase.

You… initiated the kiss, even. In the cramped space of his Sebring, surrounded by the soft sound of rain and the quiet static of radio station chatter. Seat belt straps biting uncomfortably into your bodies. Hands roving lostly with shaky determination. It tasted a little bit desperate. You were sticky from work--stray splashes of syrup and burnt milk marked you like battle scars. Noses bumped and there was the definite collision of teeth from the hasty carelessness.

And it was the best kiss you’ve had in a very, very long time.

This scares you.

See, Evergreen is dull. Even with masked vigilantes running about (after all, it was no Metropolis, and definitely nowhere near as bad as Gotham, crime-wise). Since returning, it is this dullness that you rely on, the way it buzzes over your skin a much needed reminder that you have to get out of here as soon as you can. Save up enough money, move out of your parent’s house again, and at least get as far out as Seattle. Some of your friends from high school live there now, so at least you wouldn’t be alone. 

But Adrian - he visits the cafe and brings with him a frenzied sort of vibrancy that can’t be ignored. His presence adds color to the otherwise dreary canvas of your life. It’s something you’ve found yourself looking forward to, daily, and you chastise yourself for it--after all, what’s the point in getting swept up in ephemeral happiness?

Sure, nursing a festering crush is one thing. Cradle it close to your chest and fondly imagine what it’d look like if you let it grow. But don’t ever let it see the light of the day. Especially when it’s only been, what? A week or so since he walked into your job and recognized you, and decided you were worth risking a caffeine addiction for. 

And, yet..! You kissed him anyway. Caught up in the placid proximity. Gobsmacked by his forthright, unabashed confession-(“I really want to spend more time with you.”)-there was nothing in the world you wanted more in that moment than to kiss Adrian Chase on the mouth.

As discussed, he picks you up the following day, before both your shifts at your respective jobs. Last night’s rain has long since stopped, but is still evident from the splash of passing cars and cool, gray autumn air. In the short walk from your front door to Adrian’s car, you have to decide whether you want to brush off the kiss and pretend it never happened, or if you should just give in and run giggling into his open, waiting arms-

Wait-

“Adrian, what are you doing? Get back in the car,” you demandingly hiss, arms flailing in a shoo-ing motion. 

He’s standing on the passenger side, as if ready and waiting to open the door for you. Upon noticing your frazzled and bewildered expression and animated hand gestures, the smile on his face turns crooked in confusion. He tilts his head. “What?”

“Before my parents see you! Don’t wait for me like this, all- all chivalrous, and gentlemanly, or whatever!”

Your expression turns pleading. Your neck is stiff with the effort it takes to not whip your head around to check over your shoulder, see if your mom or dad are peeking through the window. Someone doing you a favor to pick you up at your house is one thing- someone getting out of their car to wait for you? It sends a different message. One your family would easily interpret as intimate, pluck an assumption out of so they can nettle you with it later.

Something seems to click for Adrian, and his shoulders slump minutely in dejected understanding. You’re too distracted by your fretting brain to register the light dim from his eyes before he trudges around the front of the car back to the driver’s side. He did not open the door for you.

It’s only once you’ve heaped yourself into the passenger seat, door slammed shut, do you chance a peek back at the house. Seeing no movement at any of the windows, no subtle shifting of blinds, you exhale and  fasten your seatbelt.

“Sorry about that,” you start as Adrian settles into the car. “That’s probably not the best way to greet you when you’re doing me such a huge favor.” Your laugh is sheepish, smile apologetic when you glance over at him.

He just kind of shrugs in response, putting the car in drive. “Yeah, I get it. You’re embarrassed by me.”

You blink at him. “What?”

“Look, I totally understand. Gut was that way, too.”

Shame heats your face as you listen, wide-eyed, to Adrian talk resignedly about being the Embarrassing Other that people don’t enjoy associating themselves with. You hadn’t even considered that would be his takeaway, too caught up in your own feelings. It seems obvious though, now- the boy who grew up nearly friendless. The annoying younger brother. An ostracized afterthought, the skinny nerd with glasses too big for his face and voice too high-pitched to be taken seriously as puberty overlooked him to instead lend itself to his peers.   

You scramble to interrupt. “Adrian, no, I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot.” He gives you a sideways glance, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he continues driving. “I… didn’t mean to make you feel that way. You don’t embarrass me.”

“Oh,” he says. Like he doesn’t quite believe you yet.

“I just didn’t want my parents to see you and get the wrong impression.”

“What, that I’m more than just your Uber driver?” He smiles. Laughs, even, but something in his tone makes you flinch. 

Truthfully, you didn’t think Adrian had it in him to put bite in his words. Not directed at you, at least. But maybe that was presumptuous of you. You probably deserved it. Even so, tears prick stupidly at your eyes (something that has been happening quite a lot since moving back to Evergreen). He’s the one that even offered to do this in the first place! So you clear your throat and try to explain:

“I spend more time at work than at home, okay? If my parents saw you, they’d think you’re the real reason, and that I’ve been lying about working overtime.”

He frowns. “I don’t understand. Can’t you just talk to them?”

“I don’t expect you to,” you mutter, attempting to curl in on yourself. “‘Sides, we don’t really… talk.”

With no further explanation provided, Adrian prods. “Okay, well then… why are you working so much OT?”

You absently pull your bottom lip between your teeth. The truth is that coming back home makes you feel like a burden. Since returning, shame has barely allowed you to make eye contact with your parents. If you stay out of sight, maybe they’ll forget you’re even there. 

So you found a job at a cafe that needed an experienced barista to help manage their newly-opened store. You haggled for night shifts so that you’d have an excuse not to be home for dinner. Your bosses--a frugal, married couple that don’t want to spend too much on employees but still need to make sure they give people their due days off--reluctantly agreed to your terms but had to put their foot down and give you at least one day off a week.

You’re not about to unload all of that on Adrian, though; you tell him the partial truth instead.

“The quicker I make money, the faster I can move back out.” 

“Oh.”

“This car thing is gonna set me back, though,” you grumble, more to yourself.  

“Okay.” His voice is soft. Not entirely understanding, but soft. “Well, the drinks you make me are fucking delicious, so I’m sure you’ll get a raise in no time. Also, you’re so pretty so I bet the customers tip extra when you’re working. I see it happen at Fennel Fields all the time.”

This startles a laugh out of you. You had pieced together that Adrian has a habit of shamelessly saying whatever’s on his mind, filter be damned, but the outright compliment still surprises you. 

You don’t quite take in the way his eyes kind of soften at the sound of your laugh.

“I let Ashe and the others take all the tips,” you say. “Besides, you may think I’m pretty, but I can be kind of… accidentally… rude, sometimes. To customers.”

“I mean, you did offer me cocaine that one time-”

“It was a suggestion, and I was joking, Adrian-”

“But still, I don’t think you’re rude! You’re nice to me.”

You snort. “I’m rude to you, like, all the time. But also, I like you, so you get special treatment.”

Adrian all but beams. His smile stretches across his face and it makes his cheeks glow, drawing your attention to his pink cheekbones beneath his frames. You watch him as he faces the road through the windshield. Gosh, you wish you got to see his face last night. It must have been flushed from the brief make-out session, and you didn’t even get a chance to enjoy it.

Enjoy it.

You hold your hands in your lap, rubbing soothing circles against the palm of one with the thumb of the other, and chew thoughtfully on the inside of your cheek, ruminating over how fucking miserable you’ve been. How isolating it’s been these past few weeks, in the self-imposed prison of your childhood bedroom. Well- teenhood, really. Getting only snatches of joy from making the perfect foam for cappuccinos, honing your latte art, and in visits from one cute bespectacled man.

Maybe it was time to stop wallowing. Maybe it was time to allow yourself some happiness on purpose. 

When Adrian parks in front of The Evergreen Bean, you’re quick to undo your seatbelt. As he turns his head to face you, your palms cup his cheeks--you’re fully facing him, torso twisted, left leg mostly propped onto the seat and against the center console--and you search his pretty, startled green eyes (his face feels so soft and warm and nice)-

-and you pull him closer and press your lips to his and watch his eyes flutter shut, and yours follow suit, his posture relaxes and you both sigh into it-

And so you continue to kiss Adrian Chase.

********

The cafe is quiet today. There’s no line of customers, just a couple of people sitting in cafe with laptops or books or engaging in quiet chatter.

Adrian has time to kill before his shift starts, so he follows you into the cafe and is immediately lauded by the morning shift barista.

“Oh, Ashe, is this him? He is kind of cute, actually.” 

“Matty, behave,” you reprimand, going behind the bar to clock in.

Matty is around Ashe’s age, one of the shift supervisors at The Everbean Green that was more than happy to take on a majority of the morning shifts while you closed up shop. A morning person in every sense of the word, his exuberant, sunshine-y demeanor balanced out your more quiet, reserved personality at work. 

And currently, his and Ashe's attention are zeroed in on Adrian’s suspiciously swollen lips, which slowly break into a smile. “Wait, me? You think I’m cute?”

You bite back a smile as Ashe laughs and Matty affirms that yes, he finds Adrian cute, and you watch the compliment turn the tips of Adrian’s ears pink.

“Yeah, I’m loving the whole serial killer vibe,” Matty praises, resting heavily against the counter, chin propped up by his open palm. 

Adrian’s smile slips, eyes widening in panic, and you briefly consider punching Matty in the throat. “What? No, I’m not- I don’t- I’m not a serial killer. Why would you say that?”

“I’m not saying you're a serial killer, babe, but the glasses? The neat, combed over hair? The endearingly hideous sweater? Very Dahmer. I’m into it.”

“Well, I’m not a serial killer. Or any kind of killer, for that matter. I’ve- I’ve never killed anyone before and wouldn’t- wouldn’t even know how to. I mean, sure-”

“Okay, alright-” you cut Adrian’s stumbling defense off, coming to his rescue. “Matty, you can’t say things like that to him. He’s, like, super against breaking the law. Freaks out at the idea of it.”

Matty’s shoulders slump. “Oh, ew, really? Boring.” 

Losing interest, he returns his attention to shift supervising. Ashe teases him for his serial killer fetish. You drown them both out as you tie your apron behind your back.

Adrian looks- nervous? Shoulders tense, rigid. Like he still needs to justify that he’s not some kind of psycho killer. You try reeling him back in. 

“Adrian, hey, it’s cool. Just ignore Matty. Let me make you something new today, yeah?”

He distractedly concedes, so you turn your back on him and get to prepping his drink. When you turn back around, he’s leaning towards you over the counter, softly calling your name.

“You don’t-” he pauses to clear his throat, lowers his voice, and continues, “you don’t think I’m a murderer, or anything, do you?”

Even for Adrian, it’s kind of weird he’s being so adamant about this. Still, though- you brush off the uneasy feeling tickling the back of your mind with a snort. “Please, Adrian. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Oh, no, I’ve definitely killed flies before,” he corrects, voice returning to a normal volume. “And spiders. But it’s not- those are fine. Not illegal or anything. I checked.”

This makes you genuinely giggle, and Adrian visibly relaxes at the sight, a smile returning to his face. Like your laughs are a balm for his nerves. The very thought makes you sheepishly avert your gaze, and finish up his drink.

“Here,” you say, popping the lid onto his latte, smooshing down the whipped cream (you know you give him soy milk, but it’s just some whipped cream. You gotta try the drink with the whip!) “A seasonally appropriate salted caramel latte. Hope you like it.”

“Ooh, goody!” he exclaims, and promptly burns his tongue on the first sip. “That’s-ow-it’s hot-”

“Yeah, no shit, it’s hot. I steamed the milk. You saw me do it-”

“I’m just so used to the iced ones. You always make me iced ones.”

You keep squabbling like that until a couple more customers enter the store, at which point you start shooing Adrian away. He points at his mouth before backing up. “Tongue still hurts.”

You roll your eyes. “And?”

��You gotta kiss it better."

Heat spikes through you, and your mouth twitches in amusement. “Get out.”

********

The plan is to wait for Adrian’s shift to end so he can give you a ride back home. He was worried about how late you’d get home, but you waved it off as an unforeseen upside of the whole situation. It provides an excuse to get home later, after your parents have definitely fallen deep asleep.

Restlessness overtakes you, however. On any other night, with a car of your own and the freedom to leave when you want, you wouldn’t mind just chilling by yourself in the cafe after close. But waiting for Adrian makes you antsy, and maybe you can blame it on the four shots of espresso you decided to drink last minute, but impatience crackles beneath your skin and you just really want to make your way towards Adrian. 

Impatience. Or the eagerness akin to a schoolgirl with a stupid little crush. 

Adrian said Fennel Fields was just down the street, so you make sure the back and front doors are securely locked and venture out into the chilly October night. 

Turns out “down the street” means trekking past some seedy bushes and weird shifting shadows and a small stretch of road that doesn’t feel very pedestrian-friendly. But you brave it anyway, because that’s what people with caffeine coursing through their nighttime veins do, right?

Maybe the PM coffee wasn’t that bright an idea, but, whatever.

You enter the restaurant, and the hostess that meets you at the front is nice and professional enough to ignore your labored breathing. 

(You may or may not have jogged the last leg of the way upon hearing the terrifying snap of a twig.)

“Hi, how many?” she asks, giving you a once over. “Or, are you here to pick up an order, or..?” 

“Oh, I’m not here to eat! I’m just waiting for Adrian.”

She tilts her head. “Who?”

You blink at her. “Adrian? Adrian… Chase? He works here..?” You scratch at your cheek, suddenly unsure. The sign outside was definitely a poorly-drawn graphic of a fork twirling a single strand of spaghetti, like Adrian said. 

Luckily, you spot him carrying a tub of dirty dishes between the rows of tables, and wave him down. When he notices, his face lights up with surprise and, distracted, his steps stumble and you watch him struggle to keep from toppling over. He marches over to you once he finally rights himself, glasses partially askew.

The hostess looks between you both--her glances towards you a little disbelieving--before finally going, “ohh, right. Sorry about that.” She slinks off with a shrug once Adrian reaches you.

Adrian puts the tub of dishes down on the podium where the menus sit. “What are you doing here?”

“How does your co-worker not know your name?” you ask at the same time, scrunching your face distastefully in the direction she disappeared to.

“Did you take an Uber, or something?” Adrian peers behind you out the storefront windows into the night, ignoring your question.

“No. You’re my Uber, remember?”

Adrian adjusts his glasses with quirk, jerky movements so the frames sit pretty on his nose again. He gives you a wide-eyed, disapproving look. Is he… angry with you? Like, for real?

“Uh, hey, maybe let me know next time?”

Pfft. “Are you serious? It was just a short walk.” A short, mildly horrifying walk. “What’s your problem?”

He does that thing where he puts his hands on his hips in disapproval, and you’re having a hard time taking him seriously. He looks so cute in his work uniform.

“There are some real creeps out at night.”

“Pssht, please, no worries. Vigilante would save me.” You grin up at him, laughing off his worries. 

Adrian gets flustered, raises his voice at you. “Yeah, well, he can’t be everywhere at once!”

Something in you falters. You reel in your enthusiasm, taking a quick glance around the remaining customers in the restaurant. People are looking. 

“Okay, Adrian, chill out,” you soothe, voice soft. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. I’ll send a text next time.”

Adrian nods, diffusing, taking a steadying breath that expands his chest beneath his tan-colored apron. To stop yourself from staring at the movement, you instead focus on the curls peeking from beneath his silly little work cap. An adoring smile graces your face as a result.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Your uniform’s cute, by the way.”

This melts whatever remaining worry was creasing Adrian’s brow. Replaces it with a smile. “Yeah? Thanks.” A pause. “You’re not making fun of me, are you?”

“Cross my heart.”

“That’s nice, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Hurry up and get out of work so I can kiss you again, dork.”

********

It’s a little past midnight when Adrian clocks out, and you drag him to the backseat of his Sebring. The parking lot is mostly empty. The lights from the streetlamps barely illuminate the space within, where you once again have Adrian’s lips pulled flush against yours.

It’s very easy to ignore the small, nagging part of your brain that’s worried this might be inappropriate, with your hands tangled in his messy hair and his hands grabbing feverishly where they can on your body. And his moans, God, he’s so noisy, appreciative sounds rumbling in his chest, filling the space between you.

This is fine, you tell yourself. This isn’t sex.

(The warm, syrupy feeling that pulses low in your abdomen kind of wants it to be sex, though.)

Your tongue slides eagerly against his lips, and he groans before breaking the kiss, his panting breaths earning themselves a sweet spot in your fluttering chest.

“Is this fine? Don’t I have to get you home? Your parents-”

“Please don’t bring up my parents when I’m trying to stick my tongue down your throat,” you say, lips skimming the skin of his cheek and trailing down against his jaw. He shivers against you.

“Sorry.” 

Your lips skirt lower to the enticing expanse of his neck. He somehow keeps talking.

“It’s just- with what you said earlier.”

“Mm,” you hum against him. His hands tighten their hold on your back and waist in response.

“Now I really am the reason you’re not home.”

“Adrian,” you murmur, sighing into the warm space of his neck. “I’m kind of trying really hard not to think about all of that stuff right now. Hence, this makeout session.”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s just, I kind of get the feeling that-hhhffuck-!”

You cut him off with a delicious scrape of your teeth on the side of his neck, latching your lips to suck at the skin there. Adrian tenses up against you, breath hitching, becoming trapped in his throat.

You pull away from him, search his eyes in the darkness. “I’m sorry, was that too much? I probably should’ve asked permission first..”

“Honestly, at this point, you can probably do whatever you want to me forever,” he replies, breathless.

You erupt into triumphant giggles, and he descends upon your mouth and swallows the bubbling laughter. Adrian licks into your parted lips. And everything that plagues you stops mattering so much.

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 29: Dollification

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Words: 2,716

Warnings: dollification - reader is the doll. hair pulling, kinda rough sex, sex toy (vibrator), cuffs

A/N: listen, Barbie Girl by Aqua is a very horny song and if you haven’t heard it in a while please go read to the lyrics. Anyone with a dollification kink is well within their rights to be turned on by it. Also I just love the thot of Ben getting a stiffy because of it.

When you and Ben had left the pub early it had been with the idea of fucking as soon as you got home. You just hadn’t expected to be playing a doll during it. Not that you didn’t want to. You’d discovered you were into the doll thing nearly as much as Ben was, but it was usually a little more planned. One of you would mention that you’d been thinking about it and you’d set aside some time within the next few days to play around with it. It gave you both time to get in the right headspace and decide on specifics of the scene before it began. But not this time. This time you’d been intending to just have some good old fashioned sex – maybe a bit of oral but mostly just missionary – until you’d been driving home and Barbie Girl by Aqua had come on the radio. You were singing along to the bits you knew, laughing when you realised just how suggestive, or indeed how downright dirty, some of the lyrics were. You pointed it out to Ben, realising he was blushing a little when you turned to him. And then you noticed the bulge in the front of his pants and it all clicked together. Of course he’d be turned on by a song where the one and only Barbie doll was singing about being undressed anywhere and begging on her knees.   “You okay there Benny?” you asked, trying not to giggle. He must have known you’d worked it out because all he said was, “Why’d you have to sing along?” as he less-than-subtly palmed himself. You couldn’t help but laugh at that offering him an apology through it, “I could make it up to you though, when we got home. If you wanted to...play it out...” “What, really?” “Mmhmm. I could be your Barbie for the night. You can touch, you can play.” “If I say I’m always yours?” You laughed again, “Well that parts implied.”

When you got home you told Ben to give you at least fifteen minutes to get ready. And then you ran for the bedroom, knowing the timing would be tight. But, luckily, you’d been planning a little something special for his birthday, and so a lot of what you needed was already there. You shut the door behind you and immediately began stripping off, even removing your underwear to make things easier. You slipped into a short black dress, one you knew would be easy for Ben to get off you but also would turn him on, and then pulled out two other clothing items, laying them out on the bed as if they were bonus outfits doll you came with. One was a cute, sheer babydoll that flounced around your thighs when you wore it. The other was a matching robe with fluffy cuffs. You’d bought them both in a sale, unbeknownst to Ben, because they seemed perfect for a doll to wear. Finally you added some high heels and touched up your makeup. A glance at the clock told you there was still time so you dashed back into your wardrobe to dig out a couple of extra items – a set of cuffs and your vibrator – laying them on the bed with the outfits. Unfortunately, your idea for Ben’s birthday included a lifesize barbie box for you to stand in and you hadn’t yet worked out either how to make it or how to hide something like that until you were ready to reveal it to Ben. So, in lieu of proper packaging, you scribbled a quick sign on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. It declared you were Nymphomaniac Barbie, that you came with three outfits and two accessories. And then, because you didn’t want to have to be silent the whole time, you added in that Nympho Barbie now came with three unique phrases. He just had to pull your hair to make you say them.  

The fifteen minutes was up but Ben must have decided to give you some extra time. You took a second to shake out your arms and centre yourself before sticking your head out the door to call out that you were ready. And then you dashed back towards the bed, settling into a doll like stance as you listened to Ben’s steps get closer and closer.   He groaned when he saw you, eyes darting from where you stood to what you’d laid out on the bed. Finally, he noticed the hastily scribbled tag. You watched as he read it, biting his lip, visibly melting a little when he realised what it all meant.   “You talk?” He asked softly, reaching up to give your hair a tug. “Harder Sir!” you said in your best bubbly Barbie voice. There was another tug and you said your second phrase, “Please Sir Please!” and then a third, “I love your cock!” For a moment it seemed Ben wasn’t sure what to do with you. He looked you over, letting the instructions float to the floor, and then suddenly he was making you sit on the edge of the bed. You were used to being moved and positioned whenever you played doll so it was easy to let him guide you to the bed, though you weren’t sure what to expect next.   Ben nodded when you were sitting and then moved towards you dresser, grabbing your hair brush off the top. He knelt behind you and began pulling the brush through your hair, working out the few little tangles that had been made during the day.   “Gotta make sure your hair’s all pretty so I can pull it properly,” he muttered to you. It was the last thing you’d thought he’d do, though remembering the song that started everything, you realised what gave him the idea. And it felt incredibly nice. You wanted to slump back, to lean into him, the brushstrokes so soothing and his hands so gentle. But you resisted the temptation, determined to be a good doll for him.  

The hair brushing didn’t last all that long but you felt surprisingly horny afterwards, wriggling a little in your seat as Ben put the brush away. But you were still again when he turned back, letting him stand you up and begin undressing you.   Ben let out another groan when he realised you weren’t wearing any underwear and couldn’t resist touching you. His fingers brushed over your breasts, tweaking your nipples and you shivered as he dragged his fingertips down to your pussy, lightly tracing your lips. He didn’t go further than that though, teasing you and then removing his touch to reach for the lingerie instead.   The soft material of the babydoll tickled your thighs as Ben pulled it into place, taking a second to admire you in it, before he reached for your accessories. There was some more manoeuvring so Ben could place the cuffs around your wrists and then guide you onto the bed. You felt a little bad about all the energy Ben had to put into moving you - pulling you around and straightening out your legs to get you to lay in the middle of the bed, your arms still stretched up over your head. But it all seemed to turn Ben on more so you couldn’t feel too bad about it. He had a raging hardon, clearly visible even though he was yet to undress at all. A hardon that only grew as he pushed your legs apart and saw that you were wet.   Ben gave a small tug on your hair.   “Please, Sir, Please,” you tried to get across how horny you were, hoping he wouldn’t tease too much before he actually fucked you.   “Good doll,” he smiled , pushing the lingerie out of the way so he could start fingering you.  

You were already wet and only got wetter as he touched you and talked at you.   “I was so excited to find you. Nympho Barbie is very rare but you’re in perfect condition. I can’t wait to test your capabilities.” He didn’t touch your clit, didn’t try to hit your g spot. He was focused on making sure you were wet enough and stretched out enough to take his cock. And every so often he’d pull your hair again, just small tugs to make you say one of your phrases, your voice getting whinier and whinier as you wanted him more and more desperately.   “Please Sir Please,” “What do you want Barbie?”   “I love your cock!” “Yeah? You want my cock? Want me to fuck you?” “I love your cock!” “Alright, doll, I think you’re ready for me.” It took all your willpower not to whine at the sudden loss as he pulled his fingers out of you, but you managed it.   Ben didn’t seem to notice your struggle as he undid his belt and then his fly, letting his pants drop to the floor. But you were watching him as closely as you could without moving, watching and nearly drooling as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, taking his leaking cock in his hand as he moved between your legs.  

Ben took a moment to adjust your legs, pushing them a bit wider and bending your knees to make things a bit easier for himself. He rubbed his length against you, sliding it through your folds, slicking it with your juices, before finally notching it at your hole.   You felt his tip press into you just a fraction as he leaned forward to pull your hair again, twice in quick succession.   “Please Sir Please, I love your cock.” you managed to beg. It was all he had needed to hear and he slid into you quickly, grunting as you clenched around him.   “Fuck doll,” he groaned, pushing himself deeper and deeper.   You tried to keep still and quiet. It was the hardest part of playing a doll but you were getting better at it, a couple of soft squeaks leaving you but nothing more.   Ben didn’t even notice, much too preoccupied. He held himself sheathed within you for a moment and then pulled out halfway so he could push back in. After a few more soft thrusts he reached for you hair again, probably just wanting to hear you say how much you loved his cock again.   “Harder Sir,” you groaned, wanting to encourage him to move more.   His pace picked up a little but it still wasn’t what you wanted. You waited for him to reach for your hair again, repeating your plea.   Ben adjusted his pace, “Tell me how much you love this,” his voice low and rough and he didn’t even bother to let go of your hair before he pulled it again. “Harder Sir!” was all you could say. Ben growled. It was a rare sound from him, and you shivered in response, his fingers digging into your skin as his other tightened in your hair, as he gave a rough thrust that made you moan. You hadn’t meant to, still wanting to play the doll properly, and pressed your lips closed to try to hide the sound.   “Living up to the name, nympho doll,” he grunted, fucking into you hard and harder still on the last two words.   Ben must have wanted a response because he pulled your hair again and you choked out, “I love your cock!” as he ploughed into you.  

It wasn’t Ben’s usual way of fucking you. On a regular night his thrusts could be fast or forceful but rarely both and not to the extent he could go in doll scenes. Something about the role play brought out a much more animalistic side of him. And you loved that. You wouldn’t want him so growly and forceful every night, and the unusuality of it made it all the better. You felt more like a toy when he got that way. Just a doll for him to use, to get off in. He was pounding into your cunt, his eyes following the movement of your breasts, one hand tangled in your hair – pulling it just to hear you babble about liking his cock or pleading please sir please, and for a moment you could have forgotten that you weren’t Nympho Barbie. The downside however, was that Ben wasn’t as in practice and couldn’t maintain the pace as long as he usually went. You were enjoying it and then suddenly he stopped, cock still buried deep in your cunt, panting for breath. He hadn’t finished, you were sure of that, but he had stopped, and you needed him to keep going.   “Please Sir Please,” you whined when he pulled out and tried to take his hand from your hair, tugging it more from accident than intention.   “I’m not done,” he rolled his eyes, and grabbed you, repositioning you so you were on your knees, resting on your forearms, wrists still cuffed together.  

Ben didn’t waste time making you beg for him again, he was nearly as desperate to continue as you were. There was a few shuffling sounds as he moved between your legs, hand resting on your arse as he guided his cock back into you. And then, with a series of grunts, he found his rhythm again. Only this time, his squeezed your hips under his palms and pulled you back to meet him, each thrust marked by the sound of his sweat slick skin meeting yours.   He leaned forward, forcing himself just a little deeper than before, and yanked on your hair again. And he didn’t let go, wanting to hear you say you loved his cock on loop. You gladly cried out, pleased you could say anything, moaning through the words when you weren’t gasping them as a hard thrust forced the air from your lungs. And it just kept going until Ben came with a loud moan, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you.  

You slumped in place, shoulders falling when you realised he was spent. You’d have sworn you could cum too, despite Ben doing nothing to intentionally get you off. It’d felt so good, the angle making him hit the right spots. You’d just needed a bit more time. Ben kissed the back of your shoulder before he carefully pulled out and got off the bed.   You expected him to end the scene but instead he quietly said, “Now, doll, lets see what your other accessory does.”   You froze and let Ben manoeuvre you again. First he tugged you to your feet, slipping the robe over your arms, pressing his lips to yours as he did so. You wanted to kiss him back but he clearly still wanted his doll and you were curious to see what he was going to do, so you stayed still. He smiled as he pulled back and then made you sit close to the head of the bed, legs and arms outstretched. There was just enough space for Ben to clamber in behind you, tugging you back to lean against his chest, the vibrator clutched in his hand. He bent your legs and spread them wider.   There was the sound of him spitting into his palm, using the saliva to slick the vibrator before he got it wetter by dragging it along your cunt.   “Please Sir Please,” you whined when he tugged your hair and then the toy was sinking into you. Ben turned it on with his thumb and began thrusting it into you at a pace close to the way he’d fucked you.   You bit your lip to keep from moaning, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. The vibrations seemed to spread through you, pulsing out from your cunt, and that wasn’t even accounting for the quick thrusts.   “Y/N, cum.” Ben said softly against your ear. And you did. A moan caught in your throat and your feet slipped a little as you tried to meet the thrust of the toy in Ben’s hand. But his arm around you kept you tight against him and he kept pressing kisses to wherever he could reach as he worked you through it. “Fuck, Ben.” He just laughed, the toy still buzzing within you, “I think you deserve another one.”