#ecstasy pencil escape

[googleplaysore]

A selection of escape games from JRK Games.

[hotlinemurder]

♡ co-worker! choso cannot control his bad habit of staring at his boss' ass in that tight little pencil skirt, palming his hard-on and rushing to the bathroom to relieve himself everytime you lean over someone's desk to assist. The stern tone of your voice and demanding glaze in your eyes tips him over the edge as he needily pumps his cock into his fist while locked away behind one of the cubicles.

♡ co-worker! choso who sneaks glances at you through your office window, glasses tilted to the tip of your nose and pen tracing the plush skin of your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen - his face heated as you glance up, beckoning him into the room.

♡ co-worker! choso whining as you straddle him atop your polished work desk, determined to make a mess of your eager subordinate; garbled moans escape his throat as set of manicured fingers rest on his tongue, saliva dripping from your lips and into his mouth, swallowing obediently.

♡ co-worker! choso stammering apologies as precum ruins his trousers, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you drag your knee across his crotch that aches for more friction. Choking out cries of pleasure as your hands wrap around his throat in gentle asphyxiation, guiding his tip to your entrance and taking sweet time to slide down and engulf him with your warmth.

♡ co-worker! choso thrusting his hips upward feverishly, mind blanking as your edging is enough to render him utterly subservient, trying his hardest not to cum until your permission is granted. The warm liquid spills from his cock and into your cunt, fucking upwards in a desperate attempt to push it in further, overstimulating himself like a whore.

♡ co-worker! choso who visits your office after hours every Friday, ready to be made into your personal plaything once again.

[littlegingerperson5]

Piña coladas

Moodboard

SwitchEllie x SwitchReader

Warnings: aaalmost cheating ig, angst, fluff and smut😏, alcohol, scissoring on the beach bc that’s gay asff, fingering e! and r! receiving, oral e! and r! receiving, spitting, reader has a puthyy, lmk if I forgot some shit x

A/N: inspired by piña coladas by Rupert Homes. This was supposed to be a lil blurb but here we are ig x

As Ellie rinsed of her toothbrush and gave herself a quick glance in the mirror, seeing her plad pajama pants and white tank adorned to her body as she walked out the bathroom, rolling her eyes at your already asleep body as she climed into bed beside you, leaving her lamp on, considering the fact that she’ll be skimming through a newspaper for the next hour or so. (a habit she had picked up from Joel.)

She paused, for only a moment, admiring your pretty features and gentle smlie as you probably danced in the world of dreams, appreciating all the time you both have spent together, the memories, the laughter, the things you both had in common, the joy that she felt in your presence that has slowly started to fade, she felt guilty about almost resenting your presence, she didn’t hate you, you just never brought her that ecstasy that you both promised eachother at the start of this marriage, you both have falling into a lifestyle of pattern and predictableness, turning every day lifeless and a mere faded, dull colour on a once vibrant peice of art.

The guilt ate even more at her belly as she stopped on an ad, her finger tracing along the playful words that caught her eye, exciting her and scaring her at the same time, she shouldn’t be feeling this way about anyone, anyone other than her dearest wife. She battled with her emotions as she read the catchy poetry:

if you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

if you’re not into yoga

if you have half a brain

if you like making love at midnight (oh god has it been so long since she’s done that with you, she missed it)

in the dunes on the cape

then I’m the love that you’ve looked for

write to me and escape

Any thought of you instantly left her mind, enthralled by this new character, such a burst of life, she knew it was wrong, but she knew what she was going to do regardless as she picked up her notebook and played with her pencil, spinning it between her fingertips as she tried to think of something just as flashy to respond with, gnawing at her bottom lip, butterflies dancing in her belly as the graphite trailed along the pale paper while she prayed that her years of song writing would catch this poets eye, giggling to herself like a school girl as she wrote:

yes I like piña coladas

and getting caught in the rain

and I’m not into health food

i am into champagne,

She rolled her bottom lip out and squinted are eyes at the parchment, nodding to herself as she continued:

i’ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape

at a bar called O’malley’s

where we’ll plan our escape…

The day dragged on as she waited for her new found love, reeking of her best fragrance and cigarettes as her foot tapped at the hardwood floor of the bar that was littered with dull lighting and strangely, Irish accents. She huffed as she straightened out her white button up, freezing like a deer caught in headlights as the main door creaked open, her heart stopping as her eyes locked onto a curve of lips that she knew far too familiar, it was her lovely lady.

As you trail forward her smile mirrors yours as she awkwardly jokes out “aw, it’s you” you both can’t help but laugh at each other’s situation as she pulled you in, closing her eyes as and breathing deeply as she placed a gentle peck on your forehead and pulling back, her huge smile taking up most of her face as she eyed you, her eyes slightly concerned “i never knew” she confesses, her hands on each of your arms.

You recognise her anxiety, “what you say we get a drink baby?” you say, your heart swelling at the sight of her happy smile returning “y- yeah I think that’s a good idea hunny” she says, interlacing her fingers with yours as you both walk hand in hand up to the bar, sitting besides on another, palms still touching as you both watch the middle aged red headed woman walk towards you “what can I get for the lovely couple” she smiles, her eyes lighting up at how you both compliment each other “two piña coladas, please” you order as Ellie laughs at your attention to detail…

After hours of talking and drinking, the bar has cleared as the hours ticked on late into the night, while the barkeep ‘Annie’ you learned after you and Ellie chatted to her for about an hour, telling her the story of how you both came to be where you are now “and and scene” Ellie bowed, one hand still on your thigh while she sat on the wooden barstool as if this was one big play, making you giggle, both of you clearly too tipsy for your own good as Annie tried to shoo you both away, growing impatient considering that she should have closed half an hour ago.

“alright you two, I think you both best be on your way now, it’s almost midnight” her fiery, curly hair sways as she tilts her head towards the clock “oh, yeah” you giggle “s-sorry Annie” you say, your speach impaired from the drink as Ellie leans forward and slides a twenty towards Annie “juuust lemme get that bottle of champagne” reminding you of her poem again as she points at the dark bottle on the top shelf as she turns and winks at you “then I’m DONE” she promises with a light slap to the Oakwood.

Annie sighs and stuffs the twenty in her bra, rolling her eyes and spinning on her heels, reaching up and grabbing the neck of the bottle, placing it in front of her as Ellie’s face lights up, her grin only dropping a little as the woman speaks “now get the fuck out my bar” she smiles sweetly as Ellie stands up, back ramrod straight as she salutes her “sir yes sir.”

She laughs as you mirror her actions, laughing to yourself as Ellie watches you with so much love in her eyes as you struggled to hold your laughter in while speaking “ss-sir yes sir” you even stomped your foot for special effect as Annie shooed you both while Ellie’s arm wrapped around your waist, wanting to steady you but mainly just to be closer. The alcohol was making her clingy and other things..

Both of you stumbled out the bar, gasping as the freezing droplets of water hit you and your wife as you snuggled towards eachother, Ellie taking the lead and guiding you to where you both are heading, her accessorised fingers gripping the icy cold neck of the champagne bottle and your waist symaltainuously, her cold thumb dipping into the side of your waistband and running along your flesh and making goosebumps appear as she neared the taxi she had her eye on.

You gripped the cold handle and ushered her into the car, stepping in after her and closing the door besides you, relaxing as the warmth of the car emerges you, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, Ellie’s voice fading as she told the driver where to go before she leans back and grips your thigh lightly bringing you back to reality as you squeeze them together and smile at her lazily, your face saying exactly what you want.

The wet haired girl just rubs circles onto the bare flesh of your thighs that peeped below your skirt “patience my love” she whispered to you, kissing you sweetly, pressing her pink lips to yours and just holding them there, feeling the plush of each others mouths against one another, making your face heat up as her hand slides between the plush of your thighs and squeezes softly, making your clit dance as she lays her head onto your shoulder, the smell of alcohol filling your nostrils as she drifts off while you stare out the window, watching to wherever the car is heading..

“Here’s your stop” happy blonde says, pulling you out your daze “a bit late for a trip to the beach don’t you think?” she asks.

You notice the full moon shining over the dark sea and the stars that littered across the sky, mirroring the sand that was thrown across the surface “uh” you paused.

Gripping the auburn headed girls shoulder “Ellie? Ellie?” You shook her gently, stirring her awake, her radiant face smiling up at you from your lap “yeah babe?” “we’re at the beach?” her body springs up, looking out the window “yes. yes we are” she laughs holding both her arms open at the sight in front of her “cmon baby and grab that” she tilts her head towards the bottle as you pick it up while she pays the lady “thank you” you both chirp before stepping out and closing the doors.

You watch the car drive off as Ellie’s hand meets yours again “cmon mama” she says in a love loving tone, watching the waves as she walks you down to the shore, it looked so pretty like this, it was just you two and the sound of the waves crashing.

Almost instantly Ellie’s lips are on yours, as she unbuttons your blouse, your hands landing in her hair as her arms wrap around your waist dragging you on top of her as she lands on her back in the sand, your knees on either side of her waist, as you both leave messy kisses on each others necks “fucking love you” she mutters, her fingers sliding into your panties “fucking love you too” you speak into her collarbones as she slides her finger along your dripping slit.

making your hips buck towards her as she grips the back of your neck pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, you slide your tongue into her mouth, dancing with the pink muscle as she rubs light circles into your clit, your eyes close, focusing on the feeling she’s putting on you as she sucks on your tongue and picks up the pace against your bud.

You pull away, and nuzzle into the side of her throat, your body writhing on top of her “ellie” you whisper “hmm?” “im gonna cum” you murmer into her neck “imgonnacum” your voice getting higher, your hips jerking as she pumps her finger inside you a few times before coming back down to your sensitive bud, your face pressed into her shoulder “d-don’t stop!” you squeal, your legs spasming as you palm her chest, your whole body on fire as you clench around nothing, squeezing so tightly as your teeth sink into her shoulder, making Ellies hips buck and her squeal in pleasure from the pain as you cum, your release dripping onto her abdomen and soaking through her clothes.

You breath, in and out through your mouth, catching your breath, your face hot as you speak, desperate to see more of her “guess we gotta take this off huh” Ellie’s lip tilts into a little smirk as you unbutton the shirt kissing the new revealed flesh with each undoing, one of her hands in your hair as your look up at her bare chest as your lips finally meet the soft leather of her belt before you unclasp it, your knees in the sand as you make home between her legs.

You lean forward angling your hand into her underwear as one hand lands into the slightly cold sand besides Ellie’s auburn hair as you avoid her clit and push one finger into her soaked entrance “f-fuck baby” she says through a tight throat “ffuck” both her hands wrap around your wrist as slide you glide in and out of her slowly.

Listening to her whimper as you messily lick around the oh her lips formed before spitting into her parted lips, watching as it drips down her tongue and then down her throat with each of her gasps that are raising in pitch urgently as you hit that spongy spot inside her.

Her brow furrowing and her eyes watering as her nails dig themselves into your forearm, her hips jerking as you push a second inside her warm plush cunt, your voice mixing with the squelches of pussy “aww you can take it mama” you reassure her and she just nods, the sand mixing with her hair as her warm tears runs down her face “y-yess mama g-unh please let me cum”

“hmm” your thumb comes up to play with her clit as you press your bare nipples to hers while you lick up the front of her throat, up the soft skin of her chin until you mouth is on hers while you speak “cum for me” against her lips.

Her back arches against the beach as she chants “yes” over and over while you continue to pound into her walls, them crushing your fingers “m-ama!” she squeals, squirting all over your fingers and falling limply, her head lulling to the side as her hands fold onto her belly, smiling lazily to herself with her eyelids half closed, high off your touch as you finish undressing her limp body and yourself, tossing the material to the side to lay in the sand.

Her heavy eyes watching as you slot yourself in between her legs, holding your eyes on hers as you let a ball of spit drip from your tongue directly into her thumping clit, making her gasp as you lower your centre against hers, her gentle moans mixing with the soft swooshing sounds of the waves hitting the shore,like music to your ears.

The gentle breeze making your nipples stiffen against your chest as the air leaves your body, the feel of her warmth against yours making you huff out shaky breaths, she felt so fucking good against you, your eyes watering as you wrapped both your arms around her thigh that was pressed against your torso, your cheek pressing against her calf as you placed soft kisses on the skin there while you glided back and forth into her.

Watching the oh shape her mouth formed as your bodies moved in tandem, slipping and sliding against eachother, making your wife feel so good, “e-ellie” you whisper a warning at the feel of her clit dancing against yours “me too m-uh metoo fuck” “mhmm” you whine picking up your pace, getting lost in how her freckled chest bounced under the moonlight with your movements, the salt of the sea filling your nostrils as your hips buck against hers, “don’t st-ugh” her face twisting in pleasure as her walls clamp against nothing, squeezing so tight as her legs spasm, kicking the sand, her chest trembling as her nails sink into the flesh of your hips “mommy” the gutteral moan that leaves your body at the name is enough to push her over the edge, her stomach spasming as she cums against you.

Her sensitive clit being beaten by you as tears leave your eyes and ellie’s name leaves your mouth, your whole body on flames as little spurts of liquid leaves you, making your body fall limp against hers, her heart beating rapidly against yours as you lay chest to chest, her palm resting against your back, both of your flesh kissing as you both pant, trying to catch your breaths “fuck, ellie” you laugh, in complete shock of how good you just felt, getting giggly from your high as you still feel her clit pitter pattering against yours softly “fuck” she just says back, weakly, in a daze “yeah” you laugh back.

You nuzzle your face into the side of her neck as her fingertips trace your body, peaceful in each others silence till you break it “what you say we go for a swim?” you whisper against her flesh and you can sense the smile that grows on her face “mhm” she hums, rolling over so now her toned body is above yours as she kisses your lips “good idea mama” she says, smirking and smacking the outside of your thigh harshly “Ellie!” you squeal as she stands up on shaky legs and sprints towards the water, you giggling as you chase after her…

Ellie’s back layed against the wet sand, hiding her face behind her hands shyly as you pulled her lower body into the cold water with you “mhm so pretty mama” you admired her porcelain skin against the moon as you held her hips just above the water, your tongue landing on her clit as you pulled it under with your mouth, the taste of Ellie and the salt water filling your senses as your nose hovered just above, allowing yourself to breathe as your tongue flicked harshly at her sensitive pearl, the water splashing as her thighs encased your face “ffu-god” she said through a tight windpipe “oh god” she chanted over and over her fingers in your wet hair pulling you closer, drowning you in her as you smiled to yourself, tilting your head to the side and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, the v-line on her stomach tensing up as her body moved restlessly.

The closer she gets, the thurther you drag her under, leaving the mark of where she once was in the sand as you your mouth seduces her just as a siren, only to drag her to the depths with you for your own pleasure.

Filling your mouth with water and lifting her narrow hips above the surface and letting the lukewarm liquid stream from your mouth onto her throbbing clit before landing a harsh spit of your saliva where your tongue once was.

You effortlessly slide two fingers inside her, one arm hooked around her leg, keeping her to you as her lower half dangles above the water, one of her legs laying limply in the pool as you pump in and out of her, harshly hitting that spongy spot inside her, making the poor girl sob as her delicate fingers wrap around your wrist.

Your eyes land on her leaking ones, watching the tears of pleasure roll down her blushed cheeks as she stutters “t-to much” she pleads for a break “too much yeah?” pulling out of her warmth, your gentle eyes flicker as a heavy handed slap lands to her clit making the pain shoot through her body and turn to pleasure as the plush of her thighs squeeze your hand.

Pulling her in with you as your cheeks hallowed, suckling on her clit, now only her head resting on the golden granules “fuck fuck fuck” she whispers as you nod against her, your thumbs rubbing soft circles onto her bare hips “dontstop!” She rushed out, her body tensing and curling in on itself as she tried to regulate her breathing with little gasps, both her hands in your hair as she trembled against the ocean “please” she begged over and over, completely gone from reality as the band in her belly snapped with a squeal of your name and her wet flesh squeezing the sides of your head and her fingers pulling at your locks, trying to get some relief as you continued to fuck her through her orgasm until you decided she had enough, pecking her clit, finally granting her the chance to breathe and pulling her thighs, picking her up till they wrapped around your waist as you palmed her ass.

Resting your head in the side of her neck and kissing the ticklish skin there as she slowly came back to reality “I love you so much” she spoke, her eyes closed and cheek pressing to yours as you echoed her words back to her “I love you too angel.”

You both just smiled contently, quietly feeling eachothers heart beat against one another’s “so much” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes and finally falling, hitting her chest “hey, hey baby” she coos, gently grabbing your chin and making your eyes meet her green teary ones, her chapped lips parting as she speaks “I know, I know” she promises, placing soft kisses repeatedly to your lips as your breathing trembled. You calmed down a little and tried to kiss her back finally, feeling her smile against your mouth as the sun started to hit the bare flesh that you both shared.

“cold” Ellie muttered against your mouth, shivering at the temperature of the sea “oh yeah, lemme get you dressed mama” you stepped towards the shore, her body still wrapped around yours as you felt the sand between your toes and her body temperature regulate against yours, warming you up.

You tap her hip and her feet land in the sand as you pick up your blouse and slide it over her arms, kissing up her bare body with each button of the fabric till you peck her forehead and pull her white top over your body, her eyes watching you as you lay your skirt on the sand, sitting on it and beconing her towards you.

She nods, understanding you completely, without the need for words.

Her freckled face smiling as she grabs the bottle of champagne and sits onto your crossed legged lap, her knees at the side of your waist as her legs wrapped around you yet again, her eyes crinkle, smiling as she pops the cork off of the bottle and holding it to your mouth and watching intently as you take a sip “mmmh” you rolled your eyes.

She tilts her head like a bewildered puppy, her confusion only disappearing after she took a swig.

Her face twisting as she faked a gag “what did Annie sell us?” She laughed “diesel” you guessed, shrugging your shoulders and giggling watching as she still sips at it, smacking her lips “definitely diesel” she grins.

Digging the base of the bottle into the sand and pushing you down onto your back, the twinkle in her eye never faltering as you watch her grunt, rolling onto her back besides you, hip to hip, her fingers intertwining with yours “pretty isn’t it?” she asks as you, both of you slowing down, breathing in the smell of the beach as you watch the sun rise, lost in its beauty.

You tilt your head to face her “not as pretty as you” you poke her shoulder.

Watching the crimson appear on her freckled cheeks has your heart beating outta your chest, you can barely see her eyes she’s smiling that hard “cheesy” she giggles and kisses your shoulder “ugh you love it” you mock “i do” she whispers, mainly to herself as your hand reaches up and massages the back of her head, watching her eyes flutter close with a big stupid smile on your face “love you” she sighs against your shoulder “love you too ellie”…

@williamellieslilho @yourelliewillms @bready101 @moonalumi @heygrimace @elliesmama @pascals-doll @infiniteinquiries

[nyttedryst]

The moment you stepped in a room, it's widely known you have this aura that surrounds you. Sure you're not that strict, not so serious and certainly not mean however there's just something about you that makes everyone automatically look up to you. You're just this figure of authority for everyone. You're a natural leader, someone who's always on demand...someone who dominates.

That's what Kento thought too...

The moment he transferred in the company's financial department which you run, he have already notice it, just by the way his new colleagues talk with you to how you held meetings and how you run this department with ease. It wasn't surprising you're always on top, finishing things so early and always getting things your way.

Kento couldn't help but chuckle to himself looking down at you. You're sprawled out on top of your office desk, head hanging by the edge as you tug at his arm eagerly. That mini pencil skirt you wore riding up doing nothing to hide your soaked panties including your thighs clad in a fishnet stockings. Button up shirt fully open showcasing your bra.

"please." You begged to his towering figure, eagerly opening your mouth.

"patience darling. Didn't you say patience is a virtue?" He coos, followed by a whine escaping your lips. Damn his voice and his teasing, using your own words against yourself. Damn him. Who would blame him though? Who wouldn't want to see their so perfect dominant boss who's always on top now being under...

"I can take it, I will take it. Please?"

He let out a hummed, stopping himself from palming his cock straining against his pants. You help him unbuckled his belt, your mouth salivating as he releases himself from the restraints of his underwear. His tip slapping against his stomach, standing proud.

You didn't waste time helping him, entering his length onto your mouth. He groans as your throat constricts, clamping down onto him accomodating his size. His hips stutter almost losing himself, an instinct to bury himself deeper onto your warmth.

"fuck," he cursed underneath his breath as you sloppily gagged sending a course of ecstasy through his every vein. God, you're perfect it's like your mouth was made for him.

"a little bit more yeah?" He encouraged slowly thrusting his hips until the head of his cock reach deep forming a bulge on your throat. Showings just how good and deep you are taking him.

"atta girl." He breathed out, slowly starting to move his hips. His big hands reached out, holding one of your breast "you're so good aren't you little one? So fucking good." He breathed out pausing in the middle just to relish in the feeling of how the soft walls of your throat clamped down onto him.

He threw his head back, not managing to stay still as longer as he intended. How could he possibly do so? Not when you're looking up to him with those eyes, mascara dripping down tearing up struggling from his size lipstick smudge and are all over his cock. You're so obedient, so submissive...to think that you have always been dominant to your work field but a submissive whore in bed...

"mine...you belong to me little one. Your mouth, your breasts, your cunt, those eyes and this fucking body was made for me." He mumured, bullying his way to your throat with every word. His hand squeezed your breast, the rough pad of his thumb playing with your nipples.

His statement all of it, went over your head. Too fucked up to think not when all you want is his cock drilling in your aching cunt. Your hand needily made its way to your clit, rubbing yourself which he noticed. He paused, letting out a scoff before gathering enough saliva and spitting it in your cunt as an assist to your neediness.

You muffled a whine, gagging when his pace sped up. He spat on your breast, spreading it with his hand until your chest are glistening with his essence. You're so beautiful like this...

"I'm going to come... gonna fucking fill your needy throat... you're going to take it all like the good girl you are, understand?"

You hummed to every words coming out of him, hands trying to match his rhythm to stimulate what it would be like if he's fucking your cunt. Hips bucking up in desperation, practically humping your hand.

"Take it, take me..."

His words, his hand playing with your nipples, together with his cock on your throat and your hand playing with yourself, you came. Maybe it's the inexperienced in you, maybe it's because of this new sensation you found, whatever it was it made you cum. Your toes curling as your back arched.

"hmmm, I see it is really true. You always finish early." He purred and within a few stuttering thrust he also came. Releasing all of his thick seeds onto your throat, some of it still spurting out when he pulled out, painting your face like you're his Mona Lisa.

[senor-plume]

Black Ink

black ink sits like a pool of death on my pure white china

I am surrounded by slurppers who moan in ecstasy as they swallow

I am far to sober to eat this

so I reach for the wine on the table

pull the cork and pour a nice sized amount into my glass

I haven’t had a drink since last summer but I swallow and pick at the leafy greens in the bowl

I bring a cherry tomato to my lips and as my brave fork continues on I open wide and chomp on the little fucker

a slippery seed drops from my chin and lands in the ink

the ink

there is ink on my plate

I excuse myself and head towards the bathroom but I take a sharp right and slip out the side door to light a cigarette and plan my escape

my father ate octopus I never did and I intend to keep it that way

I bring the matches out of my pocket and strike down to the strip and just like that I have a flame

which I bring to the Camel and inhale

soon I am blowing out smooth smoke from my mouth and although everyone is awfully nice and the music was sweet I need to split this scene

I think of dropping a rock to my head going back inside and telling them I tripped over the vacuum …fell to the floor gashing my noggin on the corner of the roll top and need to get to a doctor

immediately

I flick the cigarette in a small spring puddle and head back in

I wave a hello to the crowd and take to my seat

much to my dismay my plate awaits me …nothing missing either

so this is it

I snag the fork from a cloth napkin and with the knife I slice a bit of tentacle off and hold it in front of me

my neighbor whose plate is sparkly clean tells me it tastes much better if you dip it into the ink

I force a weak smile

nod and place the meat to the liquid

dripping I bring the fork to my mouth and open just wide enough to fit the little bastard in

and instinct tells me to spit everything that I am aware of inside of me screams

spit!

but I chew on

maybe five pure and good chews and I swallow

and I am sitting in the chair still

the moon did not explode

the eagles still fly but I am a different man now

I ate octopus and regardless of where I go wherever I may end up in this life I will always carry with me the memory of the ink on a plate so white that it was almost obscene to carry on like it was no big deal

and tonight as I sit comfortable at this desk I feel the cat come to me and twirl around my ankle meowing slightly

I decide to write about the meal and the octopus

I reach into the desk drawer and grab a pen

I hold it up to my mouth and stare at the ink within

I put it back…grabbing a pencil and it appears as if I am ready

[prettyhatmachine]

ECSTASY PENCIL ESCAPE

[rescuefield-a]

6)  our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited. 

between her day spent helping civilians escape a city that was already doomed to be wiped out of existence and leon's little stunt that he pulled in tall oaks, the time spent with each other was more than limited. throw in the mix her time still recovering from what happened in sejm ( a real mood killer truly ) and the endless trials they've both been subjected to albeit for different reasons, and well claire can finally pinpoint where all the frustration is coming from.

her younger self's naivety showed up again unexpectedly when claire had started to hope life would take a turn for the best after her return - somewhat settling down and finally taking things slow compared to the rhythms she used to follow just before her kidnapping. then lanshiang happened, and with that a whole new weight to add to their emotional baggages. they're back from court around mid-day, once again hiding from cameras and tactless questions just as they used to in their youth. a sigh of relief pushes past lips as she's rushed in the foyer of leon's house ( their house now ), sunglasses removed once she's met with dim light filtering from the windows.

"come here..." she whispers once the door is closed behind leon, arms pulling him into a much needed hug. "are you okay?" hands move to cup his face then, soft kiss pressed against his lips when met with the smallest response. she doesn't pull away when he begins to kiss her jawline, grip on her hips tightening slightly to pull her closer if possible. trembling sigh leaves her lips as head tilts back, pencil skirt rising up along her thigh when he hoists her leg up. frustrated moan vibrates in her throat when leon grinds against her, unfocused gaze slowly setting back on him as she nods - always ready for him, wanting more and more.

hands slide down between their bodies to unbuckle his belt, zipper of black suit pulled down and finally object of her desire is reached, palm running along fabric of his boxers before slipping underneath it. "i need you so bad..." she whispers against his ear, the honest truth in this moment when everything about her has been so fluctuating lately. her desire is promptly satisfied when leon pulls her up once again, easily finding his way to her core and sending her into a haze with slow, hard strokes aimed at the the spot he's come to know so well. arms hook around his neck as hips meet, her back hitting against the wall with each stroke.

curse is muttered under her breath when one hand is placed around her neck, pace quickening just enough for walls to clench around him - her first of many unless their little moment of ecstasy is cut short. fingers reach for her blouse then, trying to unbutton it and pull past her shoulders enough for her breasts to push against fabric. "i think we should get on the bed," she suggests with a sly grin, lips chasing leon's into a passionate kiss. "i'll give you something to take your mind off." another is given for good measure, moaning in frustration when he begins to pull out. "no, stay inside... i need you to fill me."

[tojivrse]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. kento loves to listen to you while at work && rewards you when he gets home. — smau, oral, drabble

i. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָཐིཋྀ

╰﹕ nanami’s motivation

﹕The sound of your moans filled his earbuds as his pencil shakes upon touching his paperwork. The usual steadiness in his demeanor falters, his focus divided between the intricate documents and the soft sound of your voice.

Glancing around discreetly, he tries to mask his distraction, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. He adjusts his pants as his coworkers walk nearby.

“I can’t wait for you to get home” you breathe into the mic. Your words send a shiver down his spine. He loves how needy you are for him.

Listening to you gives him something to work hard for. He attempts to finish his dues for the day as quickly as possible so he can come home to you before you reach your edge.

﹕After finally arriving home, Kento is greeted with the sight of your naked body on the couch, awaiting his touch. “How long have you been up to this, dear?” He questioned you as he sets his handheld belongings on the counter. He walks over to you, undoing his tie with deliberate movements.

“All day..” you mumble under your breath. The thought of him consumed you from the moment you woke up. Wanting your writhing bodies moving together in synchronized motions.

Approaching you, he wraps his arms around your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders, and pulling your entrance closer to his face. The mere touch of his hands against your skin fills your body with lust. His eyes trace your curves, taking in every inch of you. The smell of your dripping cunt drew him in like a moth to a flame.

Delicate moans escape your throat as his soft lips met with your slit. The taste of you is captivating for him. As he sucks on each of your folds, your back begins to arch in immensible pleasure.

He looks up at you with his drool-drenched mouth, “You taste so good, sweetheart.” His hand once holding your thigh, now moves towards your clit. His tongue enters your hole while his fingers are moving in a deliberate, circular motion.

You call out Kento's name in a moan, your fingers entwined in his hair as you wrap your legs around his head. Sensing you're on the brink of climax, he withdraws instantly, his words interrupting the moment. "We're not done yet," he declares.

With a whine, you reluctantly release your grip on his hair, feeling a mix of frustration and anticipation coursing through you. Your body yearns for release, but his command ignites a new wave of desire, amplifying the tension between you. Despite your protest, you find yourself surrendering to his lead, eagerly awaiting his next move.

With an eager urgency, you swiftly remove his pants, driven by an undeniable desire to feel him closer. As soon as his bare flesh is revealed and his arousal presented before you, he seizes you, his grip firm yet possessive. With a forceful motion, he drags you further onto the couch while still on your back, a silent declaration of his dominance.

Without pause for your response, he acts promptly, taking advantage of the moment with an urgency that leaves little room for hesitation. In one bold motion, he plunges his erection deep inside you, driving it with force and intensity.

The suddenness of his action catches you off guard, sending a jolt of raw sensation coursing through your body as you're filled completely by him.

His torso tenses up as he feels how soaked you are for him. The tightness of your core puts him in a primal trance while he begins to pump in and out of you.

You move your hand towards his lower abdomen in attempt to push him away, as the sensations are overwhelming for you.

Your movements set him off as he brings to growl, “Move your hand.”

You nod your head in defiance. With this response, he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Just fucking take it.”

Throwing his head back in pure ecstasy, his groans escape from his lips. Your moans and squeals sent Nanami over his edge. His length throbbing inside of you as he bites down on his lower lip to suppress his own moans.

He tilts his head back, overcome with pleasure, releasing deep groans of satisfaction. Your own sounds of excitement drive Nanami to his edge his body responding eagerly to the stimulation.

The sensation of his throbbing length inside you intensifies as he struggles to contain his own vocalizations, biting down on his lower lip in a bid to suppress his moans.

The tension in his body is palpable, his muscles flexing with each movement as he reaches his peak.

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[bostongirl13]

Flannel and glasses

Summary: Chris has a really hard time concentrating when wearing his clothes... and glasses.

Warnings: smut (pure porn actually), dirty talk, blowjob, pain kink, rough sex, daddy kink, choking, glasses kink, fluffy ending +18

Words: 1.4+

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Chris tried to focus on reading the script, he really tried. But the way you bit your lower lip, the way the tip of the pencil touched your lips, the fact that you were wearing his flannel shirt and only this, made it impossible for him. Plus his pants got tighter and tighter as you bent over the table and propped your breasts up, making them perfectly round and close together. You, on the other hand, were unaware of anything, focusing on the notes and sketch of the graphic design that you had to prepare for work.

It was unknown how long, and Chris was still on the same page, reading the same sentences over and over again. And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, you decided to get up and go to the kitchen for the water which made you give him a perfect view of your half-covered butt and black lace panties.

Chris growled trying to correct himself on the couch which caught your attention. A smirk crossed your face at the tent in his pants that he was trying to get rid of.

"Need a helping hand?" you said tilting your head and looking at him, letting a drop of water run from your mouth and run down your neck and disappear between your breasts.

"You think you're so smart, little minx? Come here." Chris's voice tightened, making you shiver at his confidence and firmness. So you did as he said. You approached him, standing between his legs and letting his large hand slide over your bare thigh. Your pussy tightened around nothing, knowing what was about to come. Chris knew you well enough to know what he was doing to you now. And although it seemed at first that you had power over him, now the roles have changed. "Get on your knees," he said in a low voice accepting no objection. 

And you did what he told you. Again. You knelt between his legs, resting your hands on his thighs. You moved it towards his crotch and started massaging the bulge. And considering he was wearing sweatpants, it wasn't that hard. He was big and hard, you could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter and sticking uncomfortably. You lifted his T-shirt a little and then leaned in, placing wet kisses on his abdomen close to the line of his sweatpants. 

"Stop teasing me, baby girl"

"Sorry Daddy" you bit your lower lip knowing how it was affecting him.

You slipped your fingers behind the line of his sweatpants and pulled them together with his boxers, freeing his cock. Your mouth watered when you saw his pink tip and leaking precum. You sighed. 

"Don't take your glasses off"

"I didn't know you had glasses kink Daddy" you smirk. 

You licked your lips and stuck out your tongue giving him a few cat licks along the entire length of his cock. Chris gasped and placed his hand on the back of your head, pressing slightly to let you know to hurry. So you parted your lips and, without taking your eyes off him, took him to your mouth, inch by inch, until you take it deeper enough to feel the head of his cock against the back of your throat. There was a salty-sweet taste on your tongue that you had to admit you liked. He was heavy on your tongue and the feeling behind it was indescribable. 

Chris had pleasure written on his face. Eyes closed, leaning comfortably against the couch, eyes fixed on you. You swirling your tongue around as if you had a lollipop in your mouth, letting the saliva cover the whole shaft. Moan left your mouth as Chris lifted his hips making you gag. 

You had to admit you were a whore for this guy. Never thought you'd love to give someone head and be so wet that your juices practically dripped onto the carpet you were kneeling on. But here you are. His cock deep in your throat, his hips rising to the beat of your head moving. Sloppy and dirty. Exactly how you both loved it. 

“You’re doing so well baby girl, so good for Daddy” he groans “I love your lips” 

You let him from your mouth with a pop and focused your attention on his balls. You sucked, licked, and played with them while your hand-worked around his length. You turned your wrist back and forth as you moved up and down.

“Fuck, Princess” 

You were pleased with yourself to see what state you had brought him to. 

You felt it begin to squirm, letting you know that it won't last long. You looked up at him for a moment, unbuttoning his shirt, which you were wearing, and then took it to your mouth again. You grabbed his hands and put them on your head, Chris knew what you meant.

"You're such a cock slut" he growled and as you put your hands on his thighs for stability, he began to lift his hips fucking your mouth and making you gag around his shaft.

Moans escaped from your lips and drops of tears ran down your cheeks. You felt like you could only come by having his cock deep in your mouth and the animalistic sounds coming out of his chest making your pussy drip. 

You felt his cock twitched and you knew he is close. You looked into his eyes and a moment later you felt an explosion in your mouth. He released his seed in your throat riding of his orgasm. 

He sank back into the couch, panting heavily. When he looked at you were licking your lips swallowing what he gave you.

"I love the taste of your cum in my mouth." 

Fuck, he thought. He was hard again. 

A moment ago you had his cock in his mouth, now you were lying on your back on the floor. He nudged your legs apart with his knees, spreading you as he gripped your hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in you with a single stroke.

You moaned like a cheap whore from a porn movie at every glorious inch of him, rising onto your forearms as your fingers grappled the material of his t-shirt. 

“You are so tight and wet. Who made you so wet, Princess? Answer me!"

How could he expect you to be able to say anything? You were shaking with the pleasure and pain you felt when it entered you without preparing you first. However, you had to admit to yourself that you liked the combination.

"Answer me. I won't repeat myself " his fingers tightened around your throat. You let go of his shirt and grabbed his wrist.

"You Daddy. You made me so wet."

"That's right. Me. You are mine. You belong to me. You are mine cock slut. My dumb baby who soaked from sucking my cock” 

You moan loudly before he kissed you raw, heart rates faster. Your tongues entwined in a kiss, and he's changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body.

“Harder!” you begged.  

So he fuck you harder. Your mouth opens in pure ecstasy. He was in control. You surrender completely. 

“I'm gonna cum” you cry out looking in his eyes.  

"Come on, Princess. Do a mess on my cock” he groaned. 

And as if on command, your body began to shake as your body engulfed in orgasm, you came hard, screaming his name. Moments later you felt Chris cum inside you painting your walls. 

As you both came down from your heights, Chris got to his knees and pulled out of you watching the white substance flow out of your pussy.

"You look so beautiful. I could look at you like this for hours," he smiled softly and he leaned in to kiss your swollen lips “I love you, do you know that?” 

“Yes and I love you too,” you said weakly. 

"I guess it's time to go to bed. How about a hot bath and then sleep?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"But you're gonna have to carry me to Daddy, I don't think I can walk on my own after you fucked me hard and good" you held your hands out to him like a baby. Chris shook his head and laughed. And of course, he took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, where he prepared a bath for you, and then to bed, where both of you fell asleep, not bothering to put on your pajamas.

tags:  @patzammit @ivettt​ @speechlessxx​ @angrybirdcr​ @ozarkthedog​​ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ @sweetflowerdreams @mostannoyingbillioner

[the-remainder]

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The Remainder is a dark fantasy mystery where you will try to  save The High Magus Vyn from certain death. Will you find your way alone or will you reignite a lost love?  Is it worth the sacrifice? Do you deserve to be saved?

You're woken up with no memory of your past by an elegant, enigmatic stranger called Ilar who tells you that a door to the abyss has opened up and threatens to consume you, unless you do exactly as they say.

Finding the secrets, however, will not be easy, for they're locked tight within your research journal, written on scattered letters, and lying between the lines of Ilar's words.

This story requires some hands-on deduction. All clues are there if you can recognize them. Each playthrough will give you some insight into the events which transpired, but it’s up to you to connect them. Find your way through the secrets and get to the bottom of this mystery.

The game includes descriptions of violence, death, and suicide. It’s recommended to a mature audience.

MC/Vyn (renamable) Groomed to become the magus of the age by parents from a long lineage, your life had been an arrow aimed at the most elusive goal of magick–Sublimation–shedding of the flesh and blood body, freedom to roam the plane of spirits, immortality. The goal seemed within reach, but…

Predetermined features:

Face piercings - related to spellcasting An eel tattoo on forearm Pigment spots on face and rest of the body + dual color hair - signs of being a dyed magus - Other features are left vague for better immersion.

Ilar Fehlos

Every Magus works with a partner, and yours is Ilar, a Third Degree Magus who appears to be in their early 30s. Ilar is the one who wakes you up at the beginning of the story and tries to guide you through escaping the dangers facing you. They can be stern, and at times aloof as they instruct, encourage, chide or even threaten you into doing what’s necessary. The past that you and Ilar share is revealed as you discover clues about what happened, and the future that you might share is shaped as you make your escape.

It’s probably not a spoiler that Ilar seems to be holding back with their words and actions. You get the sense that there’re depths to Ilar that can’t be easily seen from the surface. What’s in those depths? How is it affecting Ilar? How is it affecting you? Is it something that needs to be brought to the surface and released, or is it better sunken and forgotten?

Fog dunes thick enough to grasp glide across the seamouth marshes, flylamps dance within them, flitting stars in the throes of ecstasy, on the brink of death.

The Seas will have their Waters, as it will have all our Waters one day.

The Seas will have their Waters, as it will have all our Waters one day.

The Seas will have their Waters, as it will have all our Waters one day.

Experience a unique, bizarre world that draws from diverse inspirations such as:

gothic fiction

pagan mysticism

real-world occult practices

folklore

How does it look and sound?

Be drawn into an occult world intricately hand-drawn with pencil and ink, then edited and animated digitally to bring to life.

Organic sounds, ceremonial instruments, ritual chanting, and glitch effects are woven together to create a haunting atmosphere that enriches the mood of the story.

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[confused-as-all-hell]

as widely requested, here is the era of peace between the couples who have subjected to my misery and doom. rest assured i’ll stop causing you all so much pain. first, as always, comes nina and matthias serving enemies to lovers. i would love it if you reblogged, because it makes such a difference

tagging everyone who stormed my dms and notes looking for kinder endings: @thebonecarver @crazywritingbookworm @holding-shan-back-from-murder @highfaelucien @saltyfortunes @queer-bookwyvern @smol-satan @quintessential-octessence @nightshade3465 @murderbabies @wafflesandschemingfaces @dreaminginvelaris

@black-like-my-soul to you, ofc, because you make everything brighter

Matthias Helvar hadn't always loved her.

Once upon a time, he had simply been a boy from the countryside, his fingers stained with blue ink, the curve of his mouth slow and deliberate.

Once upon a time, he had spent his days closeted away in the university library, poring over texts and thick tomes snatched from the very highest shelves.

Once upon a time, he had slept peacefully in his bed, and woken to the sun rather than a star-bright laugh, and his evenings were dull but he knew their rhythm, their beat.

Once upon a time, his name had been eight letters, three syllables, one simple intonation; the first time he heard her say it, breathless and gasping with her head thrown back against the wall, he lost his fucking mind.

They had just been two students, too determined and arrogant and convinced of their own pride. Nina Zenik was raucous and gorgeous and so likened to the sea, all lush curves and storming tempers and glittering surfaces and unknown depths. Matthias Helvar was quiet and furious and easily compared to the ice, all shining facets and cold beauty and unforgiving resistance and inflexible anger.

They danced around each other, at first, a solid series of cautious steps and mocking inclines of the head.

Sometimes he glimpsed her running around the fields, her straight dark hair slick with snow, spluttering as a tall young man tossed another handful at her. He watched with mounting fury as she stretched out during lectures, her head tipping back, soft rosebud lips parting.

Matthias hated her.

Hated the exquisite sprawl of her body, the graceful curves and elegant concaves and sharp angles.

Hated that when the night grew dark, darker, darkest, she was all he could think about.

Hated her eyes, brightest summer green, like dewy leaves and eager flower shoots and grapes stolen from his sister's plate.

But he had never glimpsed anything quite so ethereal as her gaze, and her lovely, secret smile. The smile she turned on her dearest friends, the smile he so often wished to experience, the smile he thought could turn the coldest dregs of the world warm.

She was fucking stunning, and brilliant and wise and glorious and he wanted to kiss her so badly it ached.

She was fucking awful, and loud and insouciant and miserable and he wanted to hold a knife to her throat and listen to her beg.

But she was Nina Zenik, after all, and he never managed to do much more than ruin himself with his fantasies and hopes and wild dreams.

When Matthias lay on someone else's bedroom floor, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that couldn't quite focus, all he could hear was the soft lilt of her laugh, the dulcet cadence of her voice.

He heard her whisper, Matthias Matthias Matthias as if his name was her religion, and she was kneeling at the altar.

And if Matthias spent his nights imagining the press of her hands, the furious set of her lips, the slide of her clothes against his bare skin, he could blame it on his hatred.

He found excuses to watch as she bickered with Kaz Brekker in the corridors, shouting over her shoulder and grinning all the same. He studied at the same table where she was talking to Wylan Van Eck as he sketched with limber dark pencils, preserving her smile in charcoal and paper. He couldn’t keep himself from listening as she laughed with Inej Ghafa, both of them doubled up, arm in arm. And when he glimpsed her trailing her fingers up Jesper Fahey’s arm, her eyes blurred with ecstasy, he nearly lost his damned mind.

Sometimes he reminded her of a hurricane, fierce and indomitable and unforgiving, and then he saw the shade of her eyes and all he could see was flowers flowers flowers.

Winter roses, shrouded in snow and cloud and mist, regal despite every attempt to make them bow.

Spring cherry blossoms, their branches slender and elegant, every little flower a bouquet of rosy jewels.

Autumn sunflowers, veiled in dusty light and the dying cinders of day, the sprawled petals a beacon of hope.

Summer hydrangeas, sweet and bright and prismatic with their precise hues, resting in a crown upon her head.

She was every blossom in the world flowering at once, a determined tide of unfurling colour, undaunted and unbothered.

Nina, Nina, Nina. Even the lilt of her name was a blessing in his mouth, though everything he longed to do with her was godless.

Matthias wanted to watch those rosy lips part, wanted to hear the breathless moan that escaped her, wanted to taste the sound on his lips. He wanted to watch the famous Nina Zenik come and come apart on top of him.

She was a song, and he could have listened until the downfall of the world. He had never heard anything quite so exquisite.

Her voice felt like redemption.

And suddenly, Matthias was seeing her everywhere.

She was in the little cafe across the street, her dark hair unbound, her lipstick the colour of fury, leaning across her table to better reach the sugar bowl.

She was dancing in the club his friends dragged him to, her hands tangled in a pretty girl's hair, and they were both kissing, moaning breathlessly, and all he felt was jealousy jealousy jealousy.

She was unwrapping a cherry popsicle and sucking on it idly, her head in some boy's lap as he braided her hair, and he had never known such hatred.

She was in his messages, in his kitchen, in his bed.

When Nina was drinking at a club, her lips around a twirling straw, her red velvet dress hitched around her thighs, all he could think about was the daring cut of her neckline, the precise slash across her breasts.

And maybe it was because he was drunk and tired and ecstatic that he asked her for a dance.

It wasn't the slow, sweet, serious waltz he had always imagined undertaking with his future bride.

It was furious and frenzied and fearless, his hands on the curve of her waist, her lips tracing a hot path down his throat.

It was Nina angling her face to stare up at him, long lashes low, her mouth parted ever so slightly.

It was Matthias sliding his fingers into her hair, gazing down at her, kissing her.

When she sighed against him, a breathless exhale, he lost his fucking mind.

His hands were tracing up the tight velvet of her dress, ghosting across the flare of her hips, faltering at the graceful curve of her breasts, and then she was whispering and smiling and her fucking green eyes were fluttering closed.

Matthias never saw the colour green the same way.

They never spoke of the kiss, or the dozens that followed, each one occurring beneath the strobe lights of their nightclub and a haze of ecstasy.

His evenings began to play out like a movie one had watched thousands of times, and yet every single twist was breathtaking, ethereal.

Nina's warm, sweet mouth. Her wicked hands. Her secret smile. The press of her lips against his own. The curve of her body tight to his own. The brilliance of her, so incredibly staggering that he felt the need to turn away.

She was Nina Zenik and sometimes when Matthias realized he was the one she was kissing, the one who felt her clever touch, the one who was witnessing her delighted grin.

And in those moments, the world could have been hewn of gold for how exquisite it seemed.

The very first time Nina kissed him outside of their club, he could barely move.

She had simply bounded up to him, dark hair ribboning back, and suddenly she was kissing him, one warm hand through his own.

All Matthias could do was stand still, stand still, stand still.

He still dreamt about the wicked, determined, furious look in her eyes as she collided with him. That single spark in her gaze could have lit cities aflame.

Their relationship was never the brutal, raucous wreck Matthias had imagined.

It was Nina with her arms around his neck in the corridors, leaning onto the tips of her toes, smiling up at him.

It was Matthias leaving a bouquet of sunflowers in her dorms, because something about their undaunted bright stand reminded him of her.

It was Nina tangled in his bedsheets, her hair a dark halo on the pillow, sunlight slanting across her soft skin, smiling just so slightly even in her sleep.

It was Matthias waking up to a series of drunken texts and shaking his head, because of course she was out drinking at three in the damned morning.

It was Nina skating across the lake of his childhood, her arms held aloft for balance, smiling softly as she whirled; a wraith of the cold, a sylph of the ice. Her cheeks were red as cherries in the winter air, and every breath was a cloud of warm air past her parted lips.

When she threw her head back, dark hair shaking loose, he thought love might be his death after all.

And on the single night when the sky was clear, and the clouds were softer than spun silk, and they were laying intertwined in the meadows, Matthias wondered if it hadn’t already.

If he could have captured the stars, they would have been hers.

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

My Inspiration~ Han Jisung

WARNINGS: Smut, Cockwarming, Unprotected Sex (wrap it my guy) Praising, Fluff, Lame Ending Because I’m Unoriginal. (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: Yooo I ended up turning this into a full on smut...I’ve started on some other requests and I also have another smutty fic I’ve been working on for a bit. I’m not sure if I want to keep it as Bang Chan or change it to Lee Minho, I’m leaning towards Minho but idk. Anyways this was requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it! 

Today I decided to tag along with Jisung while he worked on some lyrics in the studio, I was laying on the couch watching him work; I just love the way he looks when he's concentrating. 

His brows were furrowed as he hunched over his desk, writing lyrics down in the black notebook I gave him; I bought it specifically for him to write lyrics in and he has decorated it ever since. 

He has a few stickers on the front of it along with the nickname I gave him, ’Hannie’, etched into it. When you open it, you'll see a polaroid of us taped to it; he told me that he put it there because I gave him inspiration. 

His ebony hair hung in front of his forehead and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the cologne he wore filled my nostrils and soothed me. He had some songs playing in the background while he wrote away, I hummed along to the songs and let my thoughts wander. 

The pressure in between my legs was becoming too much as I thought about the way he feels inside me, arousal pooled in my panties and I rubbed my thighs together to try to calm myself but to no avail. I wanted to feel him inside me so much, I stood up and walked over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder to get his attention. 

He turns around and looks up to me smiling ”Everything okay, Babe?” he asks, I nod then lean down and press my lips against his soft ones. He gladly kisses me back then draws me into his lap, my skirt slowly inches up my thighs as I straddle him, he notices and places his hands on my bare thighs. 

”Hannie, can we try something?” I plead after pulling away from the kiss and gently caressing his arms. Curiosity flashes across his face, he adjusts his position and I feel his bulge grazing my drenched panties. 

”Yeah? What do you want to try?” 

I bite my lip before answering ”Cockwarming.” 

He raises his eyebrows and his mouth curves into a small smirk, his hands go to my hips and he presses his bulge against my core more making me gasp. 

”Well who am I to deny my Princess a request like that?” 

I smile and give him a tender kiss, I lift myself up a bit so he can push his pants down, his cock springs free with a little bit of precum leaking from it. He positions me over his cock and slips his hand under my skirt, he rubs my folds and smirks ”You're soaking, Princess,” he states before pushing my panties to the side and letting me sink onto him. 

We both gasp as he enters me, his mouth hung open and his eyes locked with mine, his cock throbs, and I have to bite my lip so I don't moan. Once he bottoms out in me, he pulls me in for a kiss, his hands wander up to my hair as our tongues move together perfectly in sync. 

”You feel so good around me, Princess,” he slightly groans into the kiss, he pulls away and smiles at me. ”I already love this, we should do this more often.” 

A small giggle escapes my mouth and I wrap my arms around him ”You can go ahead and keep on writing, I'm just gonna cuddle you,” I tell him as I nuzzle my head into his neck. He kisses my forehead and goes back to writing lyrics, humming along to the music that played. 

The feeling of it all was very intense, but I loved it, being close to him like this sparked joy in me. After a while, I began to litter his neck with kisses, occasionally biting softly and trailing my tongue across his skin. I hear a sigh come from his mouth and then his pencil dropping, I quickly pull away to look at him. ”What’s the matter?” I ask, hoping I didn't upset him by kissing his neck. 

He lets out a chuckle ”These lyrics started out soft but now they're a bit too mature,” his face reddens and I can the hint of lust behind his eyes ”And because of that, it ended up giving me very inappropriate thoughts about you,” he finishes. My face turns red this time, I clench around him as I wonder what exactly he thought of and he slightly smirks at me. 

”So what are you gonna do about it?” I breathe out, not even realizing I was holding my breath. His eyes quickly darkened; he starts tracing the curves of my breasts before softly groping one. I sigh in delight as he kneads my chest, he drops his hands and toys with the hem of my shirt. 

”Let's take this off, Princess,” his voice dripped with lust, and a hint of eagerness. I lift my arms above my head and he swiftly removes my shirt, he kisses each mound before reaching around and unhooking my bra with one hand.  He starts to roam my bare torso with lips, kissing my stomach and collarbone before dragging his tongue across my nipples. 

I tug on his hair as he stimulates my nipples with his mouth, breath hitching when he grazes them with his teeth. ”Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he mumbles, looking at me with adoration. I rest my hands on his clothed shoulders and realize I was the only topless one, I travel one hand down and slip it under his shirt, tracing his abs with my fingers. 

”I don’t think it's fair that I have my shirt off and you don't.” 

He grins and hastily takes it off, I lean down to his chest and leave kisses and love bites across him, he pushes into me more as he revels in the bliss of everything. Even though he's been inside of me this entire time, he always likes to take time to appreciate my body with a little foreplay. 

When I whimper at his dick grazing my g spot, his hands go to my hips, slowly rocking me back and forth on his dick. Sparks coursed throughout my body, I choke on a gasp and started moving my hips faster, smashing my lips against him as he moans out. 

His dick hits my g spot with each roll of my hips, I grab onto his biceps and dig my nails into them, our moans muffled by the kiss. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and lightly tugs at it, he pulls away and brushes his thumb over my lips, smiling at my desperate moans that were no longer muffled. 

”You can moan louder than that, Princess.”

He slips his hand under my skirt and rubs my clit, loving the way I start falling apart from it. My movements get quicker and chase the euphoric high I love, the lewd noises that came out were loud and Jisung was eating it up. 

”That's it, Princess, let it all out,” he praised. I feel my abdomen start to curl and I drop my head onto Jisung’s shoulder, whimpering against his skin.

”I’m so close Hannie.” 

”Cum for me, cum all over my cock Princess.” 

My hips stutter and I clench around his dick, practically screaming into his shoulder as the orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. Jisung immediately cums after me, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he moans out profanities.  

The ecstasy of it can be felt in every part of our body, both of our eyes were blown out from pleasure. We continue to ride it out and I raise my head and rest our foreheads together, still whimpering while my hips slow their movements down. Our lips barely touching and our bodies tremble together, we just stare at each other with heavy eyelids and fucked out expressions. 

He presses his swollen lips to mine, giving me a few loving pecks. ”Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he questions me with a soft voice, giving him a small smile, I shake my head. 

”I’m a little tired, can we still stay like this?” 

”Of course Princess.” 

He reaches to the side and grabs our tops, he helps me put my bra and shirt back on before putting on his own. My head nuzzles into his neck, listening to his breathing as I fall asleep. 

Jisung goes back to writing, he looks down at me and feels his chest fill with love and quickly erases all of the vulgar lyrics. He replaces them with sweet and loving ones instead, finishing the song very quickly and smiling at the result. Turning his head back to me, he whispers ’I love you’ before planting a soft kiss on my cheek. 

”My Inspiration.” 

[senor-plume]

Black Ink

black ink sits like a pool of death on my pure white china

I am surrounded by those who slurp... who moan in ecstasy as they swallow

I am far to sober to eat this

so I reach for the wine on the table

pull the cork and pour a nice sized amount into my glass

I haven’t had a drink since last summer but I swallow and pick at the leafy greens in the bowl

I bring a cherry tomato to my lips and as my brave fork continues on I open wide and chomp on the little fucker

a slippery seed drops from my chin and lands in the ink

the ink

there is ink on my plate

I excuse myself and head towards the bathroom but I take a sharp right and slip out the side door to light a cigarette and plan my escape

my father ate octopus I never did and I intend to keep it that way

I bring the matches out of my pocket and strike down to the strip and just like that I have a flame

which I bring to the Camel and inhale

soon I am blowing out smooth smoke from my mouth and although everyone is awfully nice and the music was sweet I need to split this scene

I think of dropping a rock to my head going back inside and telling them I tripped over the vacuum …fell to the floor gashing my noggin on the corner of the roll top and need to get to a doctor

immediately

I flick the cigarette in a small spring puddle and head back in

I wave a hello to the crowd and take to my seat

much to my dismay my plate awaits me …nothing missing either

so this is it

I snag the fork from a cloth napkin and with the knife I slice a bit of tentacle off and hold it in front of me

my neighbor whose plate is sparkly clean tells me it tastes much better if you dip it into the ink

I force a weak smile

nod and place the meat to the liquid

dripping I bring the fork to my mouth and open just wide enough to fit the little bastard in

and instinct tells me to spit everything that I am aware of inside of me screams

spit!

but I chew on

maybe five pure and good chews and I swallow

and I am sitting in the chair still

the moon did not explode

the eagles still fly but I am a different man now

I ate octopus and regardless of where I go wherever I may end up in this life I will always carry with me the memory of the ink on a plate so white that it was almost obscene to carry on like it was no big deal

and tonight as I sit comfortable at this desk I feel the cat come to me and twirl around my ankle meowing slightly

I decide to write about the meal and the octopus

I reach into the desk drawer and grab a pen

I hold it up to my mouth and stare at the ink within

I put it back…grabbing a pencil and it appears as if I am ready

[prettyhatmachine]

Ecstasy pencil escape!

[ssneksnekk]

KillerInkmare Edging

(Mild Daddy Kink, Edging, orgasm denial, Slight dacryphilia)

Before, sex used to be fine. Hell, it used to be more than fine! It used to be amazing! Nightmare a moaning mess, riding his lover, Killer, into the mattress. Moan after moan spewing out of his mouth, most of them incoherent. His large chest pressed against Killer’s ribcage and his sharp phalanges digging into Killer’s shoulders as a way of support to the third orgasm he was being wrecked upon.

Before, sex used to be fine. Hell, it used to be more than fine! It used to be amazing! Nightmare a

But, then again, that was back then. And this was now. Sure, sex was still as amazing as it used to be, but something was always making noise at the side of his hearing.

 Scribble, scribble… Scribble, scribble…

 Nightmare’s eye twitched as he heard the obnoxiously loud scribbling to the right of him. “Ink.. if you’re going to draw during the middle of what me and Killer are doing, could you at the most, keep it down?” Ink stopped his sketching and looked to Nightmare with his stupid smile and differently shaped eyelights and shrugged. “Now, c’mon. I don’t think that’s too fair. You’re the ones who decided to bone while I was drawing! Besides, I haven’t made snarky comments for two hours now.”

 Nightmare growled. “Yes, but everytime I feel myself coming to an orgasm, I get thrown off because I can hear you scraping that same fucking pencil on the same piece of paper you’ve been writing on for the last two hours!”

 Killer sighed. Well, fuck. Nightmare knew that sigh from anywhere. He could feel the male inside of him go soft and he frowned. “Lost the mood..?” Nightmare asked Killer, looking to him with disappointment. Killer nodded, giving him a sweet kiss before de-summoning his body. “Yep.. I’ll.. go take a shower.” Nightmare watched as his lover left to go get himself clean, leaving the edged, sweaty, horny, skeleton alone with no pleasure and no orgasm. Again.  

 Ink’s small snort rang out through the quiet room. “Awkward…” He said softly. Nightmare growled, head turning to look at him with an annoyed rage. Cockblocked yet again by a fucking squid. “Shut your fucking mouth. I’m sick of hearing your mouth.” Ink shrugged, staying quiet as that same scribbling filled up the room.

 Scribble, scribble… Scribble, scribble…

 “And stop, for the love of stars, stop with the fucking pencil. I’m not in the mood for this right now. Get out of my fucking room and leave... I’m tired.” Nightmare threw back on the discarded lace nightgown on the floor that was supposed to have been there since morning…

 Ink sighed. “Fiiiiiineeeee… you know I’ll be back tomorrow, right?” Nightmare didn’t answer, only flipping Ink the bird before letting it flop back to his side. Why did he allow Ink in their relationship again? He was sure it’d been just a fever dream till he’d walked in on Killer and Ink making out one day and remembered that ‘oh yeah, I’ve got two boyfriends now.’

 It’d only happened because of Nightmare’s loving relationship with Killer but Killer’s weird, hate-love, crush on Ink. He thought Killer would’ve been over it and it was just a phase but when Killer told him he was literally in love with him, Nightmare had decided to help him, and he’d ended up catching feelings for the squid as well.

 Though Ink didn’t have a soul, he was somewhat able of reciprocating by saying he felt artificially happy around the two of them and… that’s how it happened. Surely Nightmare knew he didn’t think about the future when doing that but that’s just how the cookie crumbles. Though, he was happy, Killer was happy, Ink was… happy? And they’d all consented so even if he could make Nightmare want to make him die a slow painful death then revive him repeatedly just to do it as many times as he wished, he couldn’t lie. He loved him. Both of them.

 Nightmare sighed. “Y’know… on second thought. Stay.” He reached his arm from under the cover, gripping onto Ink’s sleeve. Ink flinched, dropping his pencil. “Huh?” He asked stupidly. Nightmare’s face flushed a soft cyan, tugging a bit more before Ink seemed to understand the message.

 “Whatever ya say!” Ink went ahead and got back in the bed which he was glad for. It was comfy from the mattress to the comforter set.

 Scribble, scribble…Scribble, scrib-

 Ink then felt two arms wrap around him and pull him close. Nightmare had huddled his way under Ink’s shoulder, his head lying on his chest. He slowly grabbed the notebook from his hands and threw it in the corner of the room, the pencil not long after. “Please, just hold me…for once you.”

 Ink blinked though he didn’t say anything as he soon obliged. Holding Nightmare close, he rubbed small circles into his back, closing his eyes to listen to the other’s breathing. Ink made sure to give him the affection he knew how. Nightmare appreciated this, though his body still craved for something more. He just hoped Ink could realize it and he wouldn’t have to tell him.

 But, after an hour or two, he realized that Ink wasn’t even going to try and make a move, so he made it for him. Grabbing Ink’s wrists, he guided his hands to his newly formed ecto-breasts to squeeze, hoping that’d persuade him. He knew Ink, oddly, like his chest area more than any other part on him. Ink had always called them ‘squishy’ in a way which was more humorous than it was arousing but he expected nothing more from him.

 Nightmare spread his body out on the bed, allowing Ink to sit up for better access. Ink’s small yet skillful hands squeezed and pinched Nightmare’s nipples. Everytime he pinched; Nightmare felt his body flinch before a moan escaped his throat. “You’ve always been sensitive here, huh?” Ink said softly, voice going down to a whisper as his pulled on Nightmare’s perky, hard nipples easily. Nightmare gasped, tears forming at his eyes. He couldn’t even find the words to answer him, to caught up in the tangled pleasure.

 Nightmare felt he could cum just from this. When Ink leaned over and bit down one of his breasts, his hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets, his body arching upwards and a stray tear rolled down his cheek. “Fuck… Ink..” He groaned softly. Ink let his hands carry down farther with a slow temptation. He crept past the clit, his fingers gliding over the entrance before pulling away and going back to his sides to repeat. Nightmare frowned at that. Why’d he stop? He had already been rejected of his orgasm once... now no pleasure?”

 “Wow, you couldn’t even wait for me to be finished?” Another voice chimed in. Ink and Nightmare looked to their third member of their relationship: Killer. His ribcage still a bit wet from humidity, smelling like fresh lavender from the soap he’d only recently used. He’d at least bothered to put pants on. He crawled onto the bed, sitting comfortably as he looked down at Nightmare. “I never thought I’d see the squid doin’ this to you. Did you threaten him?”

 Ink laughed before continuing his skillful work. “Somewhat.” He leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, his other hands occupied with his left breast and his clit. Nightmare felt himself teetering over the edge again. The pleasure building up quickly with each lick and bite on his sensitive nipple, each hard rub pressed into his clit, and the embarrassment of being watched by another person.

 When he felt Ink pull away again, he groaned. Why was he doing this to him?! Killer let out a soft chuckle at his behavior. “You seem a bit pent up, Little Moon. Ink ain’t being fair with ya?” Nightmare’s face coated a bright cyan at Killer’s words. Why was he being treated like a kid now? All Nightmare did was nod, hoping his other lover would at least be kinder with him and let him cum.

 Boy, was he wrong. Instead of switching with Ink, they just worked together. Killer had Nightmare on his lap, Nightmare’s back to Killer’s chest with his legs spread open for Ink’s accessibility. Nightmare let out a soft, shaky moan as he felt Ink’s tongue glide over his clit, his hands keeping Nightmare’s legs spread so he couldn’t get himself to edge from friction. He let his tongue slip inside of Nightmare, swirling around and lapping up the wetness. Nightmare couldn’t even put a hand on his mouth to muffle the lewd noises leaving him.

 When he felt himself coming close once again, Ink pulled his tongue away. He instead licked up from his clit to his chest to play with his hard nipples once again. Nightmare couldn’t take any more of this! It was becoming to much for him! “Ink.. fuck, Ink, please!” Ink stopped his sucking, letting his mouth leave the bruises tit and he looked to Nightmare. “Please, what?” Nightmare could feel Ink’s fingers tracing over his tight entrance and he felt a tear swell at the corner of his eye. Don’t make him say it, please.

 Killer’s cocky smirk widened. “Whaddya want, Little Moon, hm? All you gotta do is say it and we’ll give you what you want.” Nightmare growled. “I..I hate you.. I hate you both so much...” He sobbed softly. No way in hell he’d say that. He couldn’t… “Say it and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Ink promised. Nightmare really hoped Ink keep up to his word this time. “Please…Please, daddy.” Ink smirked and Killer’s smile widened. Killer tilted Nightmare’s chin to look at him. “Aren’t you an obedient little slut.” He trapped Nightmare in a tongue-tangled kiss.

 Nightmare moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of three fingers being inserted inside of him. Along with how Ink’s tongue sucked on his clit. His walls throbbed as Ink added a fourth just as quickly, egging Nightmare on to orgasm. His orgasm was growing close too. Killer’s dominant kiss along with Ink’s fingers and tongue easily getting him to the edge. Though… that intense pleasure soon went away and Nightmare felt like he was going to scream in anger.  “Calm down, Little Moon…” Killer calmly re-assured him. Nightmare was about to object before he felt two hard cocks pressed against his wet, pussy lips. Ink chuckled softly,

 “We’ll give you what you want.”

[sunflowersteves]

61 were you drawing me? reader/steve?

author’s note || yess, thank you for sending in a request love 💕Also just letting others know, I didn’t describe hair because I know not everyone sleeps with their hair out. I hope you like it, love! ;)

prompt || “Were you drawing me?”

warnings || none, lots of fluff

Your eyes started to flutter open, the fresh smell of coffee hit your nose which almost made you salivate. Your eyebrows creased a bit as you heard a scribbling sound off in the distance.

The birds that were chirping right out right outside the window, letting you know that it was early in the morning. The sun was starting to pop up into the skies, you could tell by the little slip of orange.

You looked around Steve’s bedroom, you can see him staring down at the paper in front of him and taking a sip of his fresh coffee. You sit up a bit, the cold crisp air made small goosebumps appear on your naked body.

Delicious memories flashed through your mind at the events that occurred last night. Steve pleasured every single part of your body and you did the same to him. Your lips practically never separated as Steve had you hoisted up with your legs wrapped around him. His fingers were caressing your back while he stumbled through his apartment, trying to find the bedroom. Your body hit the mattress and Steve undressed you. Throughout the night, the two of you were quietly whispering each other’s name with ecstasy in the dark.

You had never spent the night at his apartment before until last night, the tall super soldier was starting to really grow on you.

Steve’s head pops up in surprise as he sees you moving around, a blush escaping from his ears and spreading onto his cheeks. You’re fully sitting up now, a smile gracing your lips.

“Were you drawing me?” He only turned redder and he started to play with the pencil in his hands. He nodded, a little embarrassed that he was caught drawing you naked.

Steve had woken up too early, the birds weren’t even chirping happily yet. He got dressed and made his coffee, leading him to walk back into his bedroom. He couldn’t help but stare at you. Your arm was lazily thrown on your stomach, the sheets covered your lower abdomen and legs, and your mouth was slightly open.

Your body radiated with a glow, your sleeping figure was silent and content. Your breasts were exposed, perfectly fleshed amongst your skin. Steve’s breath hitched, he had never seen anything quite as beautiful as you. For the past few months that you and Steve had been seeing each other, he couldn’t quite get enough of you.

He thought you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, which has just been proven even further as your relationship kept going.

Steve saw you there, glory and all, and he couldn’t help but grab a pencil. He started to roughly sketch your figure and the sheets around you. The pillow was gracefully placed under your head and your body turned slightly in the depths of your slumber. 

You walked up towards him, the blush on his face only getting worse from your naked body walking over towards him. You look at the picture, a gasp leaving your lips as your fingers grip the paper a little more harshly. You turned towards Steve, eyes slightly glistened from how sweet the gesture was.

“Stevie, I-I don’t even know what to say, this is-” His hand came up to cup your cheek, a bright smile on his face.

“I’m glad you like it.” A smug-ish smirk appeared on your features, placing yourself onto his lap. You leave little kisses on his neck, they were light and feathery which made Steve’s heart burst.

“Why don’t we go back to bed, baby? It’s too early.” A satisfied hum left his lips as his hands went to grip your waist.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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