#enough for these kids to tell me where to find him needs some pussy this instant

[dirt-str1der]

I was thinking pocket circuit fighter could probably coax sex out of kiryu by offering him a shiny new machine like if he cried enough about being a virgin and then got down on his knees and begged but kiryu gets uncomfortable and a bit offended until hes like ill give you this sweet little top of the line machine and kiryu suddenly gets really intense and interested because he really wants it

[no1frogfan]

Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting

Daichi, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Ushijima x afab reader Word count: ~1.6k Tags & warnings: Smut, smut, n more SMUT-MDNI, thigh riding, dom (teeny tiny), praise, p in v, creampie (implied), oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, fingering, throat fucking, I love a man that smells good and has a sexy voice

Note: New year, same horny me. This got out of hand. Recently did a lot of pet-sitting and I wish any (all) of this happened. It’s my first time writing smut - thoughts & constructive criticism welcome

more boys | boys 3

You meet Daichi before you even start cat-sitting. Due to a last-minute itinerary change, your friend flew out a day early and left her extra key with a neighbor for you to pick up. He opens the door dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and you’re reduced to a stammering mess as you gape at his immense biceps and thighs, trying to explain that you’re the cat-sitter and sorry for disturbing him but could you please get your friend’s key?

Daichi is too polite to comment on your wandering eyes and nervous stuttering, but he’s smirking to himself after he closes his door. Unfortunately for your composure, he suddenly finds himself needing to borrow a lot of things. Could he get some sugar? One of his best friends is an elementary school teacher, you see, and he wants to bring some cookies for the kids when he goes for a class visit. Does your friend have a wrench he can use? You don’t know where it is? Well, why doesn’t he come in to help you find it? You get used to seeing him every day, although he makes you short circuit each time, your nerves constantly on edge because he’s always murmuring things in your ear (he doesn’t want to startle you by yelling) or accidentally brushing against you (he can’t help it, he’s just so broad).

He finally decides to stop teasing you and asks you out to dinner. He’s so sweet and funny, and you find that when you’re not too flustered to function, you really enjoy his company, so much so that you invite him in for a drink afterward. The alcohol must have gone to straight to your pussy though because you quickly find yourself straddling him, absolutely intoxicated by his deep voice and masculine scent. You’re drenched and you can feel him straining against his pants, but he doesn’t want to rush it with you. He exudes natural authority, which is why you don’t let out a peep of protest when he tells you to ride his thigh first. He sits back with his hands behind his head and drinks in your furrowed brow and desperate whimpers as you grind yourself against his rock-hard muscle, cooing, “You’re doing so good, baby. Be really good and cum for me and I’ll give you a big reward.”

You’re confused when you call for your friend’s cat to come inside one night only to see her climb out of the neighbor’s window. The neighbor in question, Matsukawa, steps out onto the shared balcony and is just as confused to see you. You tell him you’re cat-sitting and he explains that your friend’s cat likes to sit on his laptop while he works. It turns into a comfortable routine to talk with him in the evenings while you wait for the cat to return. He’s incredibly handsome, but more than that he’s magnetic, witty, and has an absolutely lewd sense of humor that he’s surprised you love.

What you don’t know is that he’s got a major problem with you. The problem being he’s confused - no, frustrated - by why you’ve suddenly started wearing a shirt so flimsy it leaves nothing to the imagination. Every night, he struggles to keep himself from fixating on the swell of your breasts and the outline of your nipples poking through the sheer fabric. When he retreats to his apartment after your chats, he’s so worked up he has to fuck his fist, picturing how you’d look underneath him, glassy-eyed and drooling with his cum all over those pretty tits and leaking out of your pussy.

After a solid week, he decides enough is enough and invites you over. The two of you barely make it more than 10 minutes. He’s pouring you a drink when you confess you’ve been wearing that shirt on purpose after seeing him out on a run. In a flash, Issei’s got you bent over his kitchen counter, pulling your panties to the side. He barely needs to prep you because you’ve been looking forward to this all day, cursing under his breath as his fingers slide in with little resistance. He pulls your head back by your hair and growls into your ear while he rails you from behind, “If you’re gonna tease me, you better be ready to show me what this tight little pussy can do.” You barely register what he’s saying because the only thing you can focus on is how full you feel with each delicious drag of his thick cock against your slick walls. His cum drips down your thighs as he reaches between your legs one more time. “Gonna cum on my cock again baby?”

You first see Kuroo one morning while walking your friend’s dog. He’s out on a run with his own dog and you’d have to be a statue to be impervious to how his shirt clings to his chest. He sees you checking him out and decides to give you a show by lifting up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his neck. Except he accidentally uses the same hand that’s holding the leash, causing his dog to pull him forward flat onto his face. After you make sure they’re both ok, you let yourself laugh so hard you get a stomachache.

You wonder if you’ll run into him again after that fiasco. He must be shameless because he makes sure to leave the house at the same time the next morning to catch you. He’s more sheepish this time, though he still drops some cheesy jokes. You run into him every morning after that, and every evening too. He always stops to chat. You give him shit for how unfunny he is, but he lives to hear your groans when he comes up with an especially terrible line. You two fluster each other constantly. His stomach flutters on the rare instances he actually makes you laugh - loudly and genuinely - at something he says. Meanwhile, you’re speechless when he starts running without a shirt on (because it’s hot out and not for any other reason), eyes hungrily taking in every inch of corded muscle. He smirks when he catches you gawking at him yet again, “Want me to ask you over or something?” Let me tell you, that false bravado slips right off when you reply, “Yea, I’d like that,” and suddenly he’s the one that's a stuttering wreck.

You go over to watch a movie together that night, but don’t get far because it’s adorable how he fidgets with his hair and his cheeky grin is so charming and he smells so enticing that it’s impossible to keep your hands to yourself. He shoos his dog out of the bedroom when you get down to business because “I don’t want her to see this.” As ridiculous as this man is, he is an artiste when it comes to eating pussy. He’s got you cumming around his tongue and fingers for the fourth time and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. You’re gasping for breath, barely able to form a coherent thought, cunt drenched and clenching and begging for him to fuck you already. “Cum for me one more time baby, then I’ll do whatever you want.” But he’s said that three times already.

You’re intimidated when Ushijima opens his door but not too intimidated to ogle him as drops of sweat glide down his naked torso. You’ve interrupted him in the middle of a workout, but how were you to know? You just wanted to hand over a package that had been misdelivered to your friend’s apartment next door. You watch the way his muscles ripple as he reaches for the box, and he watches you brazenly eyefuck him (to be fair, his pecs are right there, not to mention the shadow of something massive in his shorts).

After that, he always offers a polite hello in the hallway, but never initiates conversation and only gives you one-word responses, so you figure he’s not interested. It’s disappointing, but at least you can still fantasize about him, moaning his name while knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, desperately wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You hear a knock and hurriedly throw on a robe to find Ushijima at the door. He clears his throat. “Were you…calling for me?” SHIT. You forgot to close the windows. If only the ground would swallow you whole right now so you don’t have to stammer out an excuse, any excuse.

But then you notice the nervous bob of his adam’s apple and the bulge in his pants, and you find yourself asking if he came over to help. He nods, following you to the couch obediently like a huge puppy. He’s so timid at first, letting out sweet little whines when you wrap your lips around him, barely able to fit a few inches in your mouth. But now he’s grunting like a feral thing as he fists your hair, slamming his cock over and over again into the back of your throat, unable to hold back as he chases his own release. And after he pumps your throat full of cum, you’re going to count yourself the luckiest bitch in the world as you slowly sink your dripping pussy down onto his fat cock. “Are you sure I’ll fit?” he whispers in a haze, watching your eyes roll back as he disappears inside of you inch by inch.

Note 2: Pussydrunk Kuroo or bust. Ok but now I’m thinking about how hilarious (read: horny & amazing) reader’s life would be if this was all in the same apartment complex and happening at the same time

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Previous part: part 4.

Next part: part 6.

A/N: High School Musical references (watch the movies!!!). I recommend you to read part 1 again, because a lot of references I made here are also said in the first chapter. This could look like a filler chapter, but it’s really important for future developments!

Word count: 2.2k.

You’re relaxing on your bed on a deserved day off, brand new AC on and a cold glass of orange juice in your hand. You’re scrolling on your phone, chuckling at various memes and sending most of them to Ochaco, who will probably complain about finding 62 videos from you and having to react to each one. You’re planning on doing absolutely nothing today, just munching on snacks and sleeping. Maybe you’re going to put on that show you’ve been wanting to see. This is the life, you think.

“FUCK THIS SHIT!”

You’re startled out of your mind, again. Katsuki has been screaming at the top of his lungs since this morning, but you don’t even know the reason why. You hear his stream of curses from the wall between your rooms.

You’re very annoyed: he’s ruining your perfect day off. How dare he. You throw punches on the wall for the upteenth time, hoping he will stop or go outside to do whatever is bugging him.

“Stop fucking doing that!” He screams back at you, and you get even angrier. You decide you had enough, so you get up from your bed and march towards his room. You throw his door open without caring about his privacy.

He snaps his head towards you, scowling worser than usual.

“D’you ever heard about fucking knocking?” He barks at you. He looks disheveled: his usually spiky hair is a mess, and you assume he keeps on yanking it; you can feel his eye bags, and he probably didn’t have a good night of sleep in two weeks.

“Damn, you look bad” you mumble looking at him from head to toe. You lose a bit of your anger and almost feel bad. Almost.

“Well, I don’t care, you’re ruining my perfect day, so if you need to scream go out” you say glaring at him.

“This is my fucking house too” he snarls. “If I want to scream because I don’t want to do this shit, then I’m gonna do it. You’re free to leave and never return” he responds looking you up and down. He’s got a point.

You scoff. Sometimes he really has the audacity to speak when he shouldn’t be speaking. “What are you even doing? What’s this big thing that’s bothering you so much?”.

He grits his teeth and stays silent. The way he doesn’t want you to know the reason why he’s so angry just makes you become more curious. Oh, I’m about to get so annoying when I find out. Just so you wait, Katsuki.

“Come on, don’t be a kid. Let’s make a deal: I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate if you tell me” you try to bribe him. In one of his nicest moments, he complimented the way you know how to “make it just right”, just to take it back immediately after noticing those words left his mouth. Also, your roommate likes to eat and drink hot things even if it’s summer. He’s a weirdo.

He looks conflicted. He really wants a sweet treat, and he knows that he’s not capable of doing it the way you do (he already tried and failed). He blames it on the fact you keep on saying that you add a secret ingredient that he doesn’t know, because there’s just no way he’s not good at doing everything he puts his mind into. He ponders about it for what feels like 3 minutes, where you both stay completely silent.

“I’ll even add whipping cream.”

You try suppressing your grin: he’s sold, you see it in the way he grits his teeth even harder. “I’m revising my thesis’ grammar.”

You instantly become smug, all your anger forgotten. Bingo. “The big buff Bakugou Katsuki is mad about some grammar? Really? I thought you were stronger than that, pussy” you tease him with a smirk on your face.

He tries throwing you one of the books he keeps on his desk, but you dodge it. Then you lean on his door and cross your arms, while he goes on and screams “GET OUT! You’re bothering me even more”.

“Stop screaming, oh my god”, you whine. “What would it take for you to return being the quiet kid at the back of the class? You’re so annoying like this” you say exhausted. You get one day off in 3 weeks, there is no way he’s ruining it. You’re finding joy in annoying him, though, it’s so fun.

“I was never the quiet kid, I ain’t no loser like you. Get the fuck out of my room” he bites back. He doesn’t need to know it, but you were indeed the quiet kid.

“Well, guess I won’t help you then” you reply, shrugging. You didn’t even ask if he wanted your help, and you didn’t come in his room to help him, but now you’re just rubbing in his face that you can go and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, while he boils himself away in his despair.

You start closing his door, yawning and teasing him some more. “Continue screaming while I go and watch Love Island without you”. You have to turn around to hide your expression.

You hear him curse under his breath. “Fuck, wait, I really wanna see that”, he says, sounding desperate. “Aren’t you enrolled in literature or some shit?”.

You face him with the biggest devious smile you can muster. “Yeah, why?”

The vein on his forehead is about to pop. “How good are you at correcting grammar?”, he says.

You look like you won the lottery. “Ooooh you want my help? Do you want me to revise your little thesis for you? Little ol’ me? Weren’t you saying to get the fuck out?” You say walking towards his still sitting form. He’s super rigid, like asking you to help him is requiring him all the strength of the world and the planets and the solar system together. He closes his eyes and rubs his temples. He tries the breathing exercises they taught him in highschool to manage his fury, when he really started managing his anger issues. You’re getting on his last nerves, but revising all he wrote in months is also getting on his nerves.

“Can you at least pretend to not enjoy this as much as you currently are? You’re a devil” he spits out. Well, he could’ve said something meaner, so the breathing exercises must have worked a little.

“Mean. I guess you don’t want my help then”, you respond, feigning innocence.

“Let’s make one thing clear: I’m a boss at doing shit like this. I’m just tired of doing it, ‘cause I’ve been at it for a day straight. I’m good at everything, so you’ll probably find a comma that I forgot to type, not much more than that”, he adds, glaring up at you. You’re now standing next to him, but the fact he’s still sitting has you staring at him from above. This simple act is driving him insane: if he’s not in control he gets antsy, and you seem to know it, because you’re standing really proud.

You decide on dropping the facade a little, because you enjoy revising things. And he does look exhausted.

“Sure, send me the file and I’ll look into it” you say. Now you’re going outside of his room to make his chocolate, but he thinks you’re just running away.

“Wait. What do you want in return?” He says squinting at you. There’s no way she’s doing it because she’s nice, he thinks.

You look at him, dumbfounded. “Huh?”

“Don’t fucking “huh” me. What do you want? Why are you doing this?” He responds, serious.

You raise one eyebrow and stay silent for a bit, then you tell him “Because I’m nice? Have you ever heard about kindness? Not everything is a transaction, business man” then you close his door without waiting for an answer, leaving him confused and somewhat angry.

You start doing his hot chocolate while singing to yourself, when suddenly his door is thrown open and he exits it, staring at you.

“Tell me what you want” he says coming closer to you and crossing his arms. It sounds more like a statement than a question.

You look at him and respond “Tell me what you neeeed”, singing.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“High School Musical? That one scene in the second film where they all sing in the kitchen? Really?” You ask, and he looks confused.

“I’ve never seen those films. They look pathetic.” He responds, rolling his eyes and looking at you putting whipping cream on his hot chocolate. You look shocked, and you hang your mouth open.

“You’ve never seen High School Musical?!” You almost scream.

He winces, rubs his ears and then proceeds to say “What’s so weird about it? It’s not like it’s a cult or something”.

“Yes! Yes it is! You know what? We’re going to watch it right now. And you can’t refuse, or I won’t revise your thesis” you tell him while poking him in the chest. Soft.

He kisses his teeth, huffs and goes to sit himself on the couch.

“I knew you weren’t doing it for free, manipulator” he glares at you.

You shrug, while putting his cup in front of him and bringing him some cookies. He mumbles a thanks, relaxing.

“I was going to help you regardless, but if I can make you suffer it’s funnier” you tell him, positioning yourself next to him and stealing one of the biscuits you brought for him.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“A bitch who’s going to do your work, so shut up and watch people fall in love in highschool” you bite back. You both roll your eyes.

Neither to say, he hates the movies with a passion. He thinks that high school is portrayed poorly, that Gabriella is the real villain, that they’re all pretentious bitches, that Troy should’ve went away because none of them were truly his friends since they weren’t supporting him.

You keep on huffing while he tells you all these “that”s.

“Katsuki, it’s not like it’s reality. It’s a musical. Just focus on the songs and the love, damn” you whine while throwing a punch at his bicep. He doesn’t budge and your hand hurts.

“That’s not my definition of love” he simply states.

“Yeah? And what’s your definition of love?” You ask him, curious.

He raises one of his eyebrows. “Why would I share something like that with you?”.

“Because I’m doing your work. And we’re friends. Sort of. And you like my chocolate” you respond, while blushing a little. You know you tend to be a little too curious and nosey, but it’s just because you pay a lot of attention to details. Details are everything to you. You’re quick to backtrack seeing his hostile behaviour towards this topic, and you start saying that it’s not a big deal and you should’ve minded your business, when he interrupts you.

“And what is your definition of love?”

He looks relaxed, like asking this isn’t that bothersome. Like he wants you to know you too. Like he cares, in some way.

“Love is a lot of things for me” you resort to say. Just how much can you be specific without scaring him away?

“Yeah, you’re waiting for me to talk about it first. I get it, dumbass. I’m not very good with words on this aspect though, so I’m sorry, but your curiosity won’t be quelled” he responds, rolling his eyes. From the start of this conversation he hasn’t stopped breathing normally, almost as if this is a regular conversation for him. He hasn’t stopped looking at you, too, but you’re trying to ignore that.

“Then let’s make a deal. Saturday we’re picking a thing that we think helps us explain what we think about love” you burst out. He’s about to protest, but you’re not finished.

“Love as in general love! Love can be outside of romantic relationships too, so let’s settle on love between friends! I’d never go out with you like that” you add. You jump out of the couch. You feel like you might catch on fire if you stay near him one more second. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you like you’re something he wants to dissect.

“Okay” he simply responds. You’re dumbfounded.

“Really? You’re okay with this? I thought you were going to say no” You say.

“Yeah, but let’s say that we can both decide on either going out or staying in. This is not a date, you said it yourself, so I don’t see a problem with it. It will just be like one of our movie nights, it’s not like we never spend time together, dumbass” he says, getting up and stretching his hand towards you.

“So? Are you in? Or are you scared of doing something much less meaningful than me?” He tells you, smirking.

You glare at him and compose yourself. Then, you stretch his hand.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

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[erajoie07]

Irresistible : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader

Warning: straight up blowjob and sex.

Italics - flashback

When I stayed over at his apartment during that unpredictable weather in the summer capital of the country and offered me a cup of matcha and new clothes, there was a plan I didn’t know that Reacher had.

“Keep this up and maybe this thing between will work out.”

Reacher smiles softly and adjusted the black jacket, “That’s the plan and I don’t want you to leave for someone else.”

That bastard saw a huge opportunity in the weather of the capital and offered me to stay at his home.

“They want to go to the park. The kids want to ride bikes.” Reacher begins the morning closing the door behind him walking to YN typing on the laptop. He sighs, “I thought no work during the holidays.” He changes her expression

“Just replying to messages in the group chat. Apparently they want to go a resort but I can’t ‘cause I’m here.” Reacher kisses the top of her head resting his stubble on her cheek. Clicking the escape button, he sees their picture together in Diplomat Hotel from two years ago.

“I want to go to Diplomat Hotel again.” YN says

Reacher hums, his lips touching the softness of her cheek as they make their way down her slender neck. His fingertips reach the strap of her tube top. “What are you doing?” Fully understanding his need

“I want you, sweetheart.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Reacher spins her chair around to face him and his throbbing cock in his pants. YN plays with him grazing her long nails on his ragged jeans testing his limit. When it comes to the need to satisfy the body, they know not to slack further from giving the wanted pleasure. But YN being YN will ultimately pop Reacher’s veins. Reacher’s eyes twitch.

“You know what I fucking want, sweetheart, and I want it now.”

YN reaches for his jeans and unzips it, “You know what your nieces tell about you?” She inches close, pulling her chair toward him. She pulls his huge, aching cock from its confines glancing at a stiff Reacher whose eyes grow darker each second. YN grips his cock tightly stifling his breath. “Upon entry through the door you look like you could already kidnap a child.”

(FIRST POV)

He groans, rumbling off his chest, when I swirled my tongue over its head over and over before my glossy lips wraps around the head making my way down his thick and long length down my throat until a point makes my eyes water. I perceived him as long even if lips touch my fist gripping the base of his cock. I moaned due to his length tasting the pleasure and salty-sweet of him. Finding the confidence to take his cock, swirling my tongue around his head and shaft, and bobbing my head on his length. My pussy is tingling, clenching as I push my thighs together to soothe the need, but it couldn’t because I rub myself off to satiate the need. Deeper I go than before, Reacher’s hand combs through my hair and grips into it, hitching his already unsteady breath. My chokes fill the room but it did not deter me from reaching deeper down his length.

“Sweetheart, you’re so good…sucking my cock like that.” O! How that makes me delirious!

I shoot my blurry eyes on him and saw the deep satisfaction and pleasure coating his face, etching every part. He tips his head back and his breath is unsteady, shallow. His muscles flex as I move on his cock. The grip of his hand becomes stronger than I thought. I increased my pace and the work of my hands on his delicate balls. His pleasure lies in me to give and he gives a signal

“Fuck, sweetheart,”

He pulls my head to halt and he shoots his sweet and warm load in my mouth down. Had enough, he pulls my head away

“Open,” he says

I open my mouth to reveal his cum on my warm walls.

“Swallow it, sweetheart.”

And I did.

Reacher fixes YN's messy hair, styling it back to where it was. “That was some good blowjob. You alright?”

YN nods. Her underwear is drenched.

“Now I gotta take care of that pussy. Get on the bed, sweetheart.” He commands strong, getting her immediately on her feet. This is Reacher, he takes great care of who he loves like his girlfriend most especially when they are in bed and talking about sex.

YN lies on the bed and attempts to remove her shorts when he stops her, “No, I'll do it. Just be a good, little princess. Let me take care of you.” Reacher gets in between her thighs and removes her shorts. Wearing a colored cotton underwear that shows him that wretched stain of pleasure from giving him a good head. He pads his thumb over the wet and sticky residue, pushing it close to her slit. “Reacher-” her breath hitches. Reacher without any more delay removes it off her and keeps it inside his pocket.

“What did you do?” Her voice still soft despite the surprise in it.

“That's mine to keep since you keep taking things from me."

YN inches, “Is it my fault? It seems like you want to put your clothes in my baskets.”

A look of hurt ego displays in his face. “Well what if I put my underwear in it, would you keep it?” He says half-jokingly, sliding the head of his cock on her wet slit.

“My bra is missing.”

He smirks, slowly pushing the tip on her entrance, “Fuck, sweetheart, this pussy is tight.”

She can feel his thickness in her warm walls. When Reaches pushes it to the hilt, it hit all the right spots, groaning to the tightness.

“You're so fucking big, Reacher. Go on,"

Reacher starts slow, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Oh! Reacher~” she moans softly, whimpering the more he thrusts.

Reacher pushes himself forward, sniffing the scent on the crook of her neck as he reaches deeper and thrusts faster. YN hooks her legs around his torso. Her moans fill the room, spilling profanities. YN is soft when she is in these intimate moments so she won't be able to hold back what comes out her pretty mouth.

“Reacher, o! Reacher! You're so fucking good~”

She wraps her arms around his neck, “Baby, please, slow down,”

That only fuels Reacher as his pace increase further that makes her cling tighter around him, placing her pleasure on him. “O! Reacher!” Her words are cut off. She tips her head back and feels her orgasm rip through, creaming his cock and forming a ring on the base. He slows down just as her orgasm slowly fades.

“Fuck~”

Reacher pulls away and pushes the tip of his nose on hers, steadying their breaths. Reacher pulls out and plops on his side of the bed. He pushes her to lay on her side and he wraps his arm around her waist and his other arm above her head.

“I love you, Reacher.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

They may rethink if they wish to follow through the park.

[pascalsbby]

Summary: He’s been hunting you for weeks now. It’s funny how on the first truly crisp day of October, on Halloween, is when he decides that he’s had enough of it. He’s hungry.

Joel Miller pays a Halloween visit.

Word Count: 700

Warnings: 18 + mndi, sex (p in v), age gap, power imbalance, pet names, possessive tendencies, teetering into brat tamer territory, dbf!neighbor!joel, the “daddy’s not around? good,” trope.

I hope you’re celebrating the holiday accordingly babes.

You know it’s his knock before you even open the door. Something about the way his thick knuckles reverberate through the wood.

“Boo.”

The bottoms of his boots hit the threshold as his shoulders fill the height of your doorway. The wind blows in the heaviness of his presence. His voice scares something in you, sure, shakes something a little loose. You reckon you won’t be able to find whatever it is until it completely falls out of you.

Or is whispered into you, your body stopping in recognition. It hums warmth through your skin the closer he moves.

“Mr. Miller, quite the boogeyman. Was expecting someone a little… younger.”

“They don’t call me all the things they do for nothin’, pumpkin.” He smirks proud through his witty remark and throws his eyes down your body. “And what are you?”

“I’m too old to trick-or-treat Joel. So door patrol, that’s what I am.”

“If you’re too old,” he mocks, stomping his feet closer, “Then what am I? ‘Nough of that, where’s your Dad?”

“Out.”

“Oh, don’t be like that sweetheart. I brought you a gift, but I guess you’re too old now to want somethin’ sweet. Good girl, really. You get too much sweet n’ it starts rottin’ your teeth. Too pretty for that, aren’t ya?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions.” He liked that you talked back.

His teasing wasn’t new. The way your body reacted to it wasn’t new. The way his eyes darkened the closer they drifted to your core, wasn’t either.

“Well I’ll leave him your message for when he gets back. You’re holding up the line.” You motion to the tiny humans behind him.

“You’re a lil’ piece of heaven, you know that?” He crooks his head to the left, looking for traces of his words through your body.

You knew you wanted to be a part of his heaven, even if you were just allotted a little tiny space in some forgotten corner.

“Tell you what. You give these good and patient kids their candy and then you walk back into that door and I’ll follow. You won’t ask questions, you’ll do as I say and you’ll do it with your mouth shut.”

He’s been hunting you for weeks now. It’s funny how on the first truly crisp day of October, on Halloween, is when he decides that he’s had enough of it. He’s hungry.

So you do as he says, giving the children their candy while he stands behind you. You can feel his presence.

“Happy Halloween!” You close the door before anyone else comes up. Before time runs out and you’re no longer alone.

Joel isn’t a patient man, either. Never has been.

“Wanna show me how well that pussy stretches?” He asked as if it was a question rather than a demand. “I’ll be gentle if ya listen. How bout this, tonight you can be my little play thing. Would that make you feel better? Feel like you aren’t missin’ out?”

His fingers were already melting into the fat of your hips, turning you around and promptly folding you over the couch.

He aligned his hips with your ass, pressing himself into you as he pushed you harder into the couch. He was so big, overpowering. It felt good to melt below him. Safe.

“Need me to show you what you can take, little mouse?”

You would love to find out how he likes it, how arched he wants you, if he wants your hips titled this or that way, which way feels better for his cock. How he holds your shoulders, hand sprawled against your naked back, one leg on the couch and the other holding you up, filling you over and over and over again as he presses you into your own wetness coating the couch from screaming releases.

He’s purring obscenities in your ear.

“Knew you’d take me well. We fit so good together. Wanna see myself right,” he grabs your wrist, positioned above your head and against the couch to stop him from breaking it every time he enters you again, and moves it to where your stomach and mound meet, “here. Wanna see it bulge whenever I hit our favorite spot.”

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[catherinnn]

fight-stopper

after eddie and reader move in together on a little apartment of their own, they start fighting more often over household routinary things, to prevent this, they find the perfect fight-stopper.

warnings: SMUT +18, oral (f receiving), very suggestive material, domish Eddie, domestic and stablished relationship obviusly, cursing.

Eddie had just came home from work after a hard stressful day, he went to the kitchen to make himself some dinner only to be greeted with all the dishes you had used to cook, unwashed, one on top of the other in the sink waiting for someone to clean them. he walked back to the living room where you were laying on the couch reading peacefully as if the kitchen wasn't an entire mess.

"sweetheart, did you eat already?" he asked faking patience.

"Yeah, I cooked for both of us so you could just come back and eat, I know how tired you come back on Mondays" you said.

"That's... sweet, very thoughtful, but do I have to clean all the mess too? I mean, I know I'm not one to talk, but I at least do the dishes after cooking"

"No, I know but I was gonna wash them later, I really don't want to do that right now"

"Yeah, you never want to do them, I always end up doing the dishes, sometimes when I didn't even eat!"

"I'm sorry-"

"You were just waiting for me to come back and offer to clean them, weren't you?"

you couldn't deny that, he had caught you on that. you could be sounding a little childish or spoiled but you hated doing the dishes.

"I can't believe you, you're an adult now, you can't..."

he kept on complaining, and this wasn't the first fight you were having since you moved in. you wished it would be like the start of your relationship where all that mattered was sex and cuddles, being close to each other all the time. And that's when an idea popped into your head. if you had learned something about Eddie since you started dating was his love for you boobs, his absolute weakness if he had one.

so you decided to use that against him, it was all for the sake of stopping the fights really. you pulled your shirt up just enough so he could see them and maybe forget about the damn dishes.

and so he did, he stopped talking mid-sentence and stared at your chest.

"Is this how you want to handle this? alright" he ran to you and picked you up on his shoulder leading you to your room.

that's where this fight-stopper started and you both learned to use it to your conviction.

"EDDIE!" He heard you yell from the bedroom.

he cringed because he knew what this could be about and walked to you.

"Yes, princess?" he asked with his best puppy face.

"look at this MESS! you can't leave the bedroom like this, you're not living in your own room alone anymore, this stresses me out so much and you know that!"

he was looking for a Metallica shirt this morning, but he couldn't find it, so in desperation he started to throw everything out of the closet until he found it and then he just left, leaving all the pile of clothes on the floor.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"

"You have to be kidding me..."

as he heard you complain about his mess, he knew there was just one thing that would make you forget about it.

he walked to be in front of you and fell to his knees, he started leaving kisses on your thighs and repeated telling you how sorry he was. moving upwards with the kisses on your leg until he had his face under your skirt, with his hand he moved your panties to a side and started kissing your pussy. licking your clit just the perfect way to make every thought in your head fly away.

but one of his favorites so far was when he was showering one morning.

"Eds, please I need the bathroom too! you're taking too long!" you yelled from outside.

"I'm showering, y/n!" He responded and kept massaging the shampoo on his hair.

That was until he heard the bathroom door opening.

"y/n?" he called you.

you didn't respond this time, just undressed yourself and got in the shower too, you couldn't be late to work.

It's safe to say that you got there late anyways, but at least it wasn't because of a fight. and you got there with a satisfied look on your face.

maybe it wasn't the healthiest way of dealing with the problems you had on a day-to-day life. but the living together could be difficult to adjust to, and this was a method you kept using to prevent angry fighting and talk about the problem a lot more relaxed later.

[jinkicake]

Also yeah we need that old Tighnari draft 😏

-loki

A/N: hmmm... i contemplated for a while about actually posting this or not but I suppose i will... for you! i wrote it and it's not like im going to finish it ever soooo here!!! heheh i wrote this back in like august(july??) when he was getting info revealed abt him and all we knew was that he had cute fuzzy ears LOL i barely edited this so.... please bear w me #freeballingit

OH! also, I plan to post the childe and heizou smut you asked for tmr!!!! (and the other smut that I have)

light tighnari smut draft where you unintentionally rile him up :-)

Tighnari x reader

SMUTT /// NSFW (reader w a pussy)

WC - 1.1k

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“I was just kidding, it was a joke!”

“Well, stop running then!”

Against your better judgment, you ignore the warnings from your boyfriend. The wind flows through the strands of your hair, nipping at your cheeks as you continue to run away from the forest watcher. Lush green grass smushes with every heavy step that you take, pushing yourself forward and further and further away from him. 

Note to self, don’t provoke Tighnari. 

“(Y/N),” He calls out from behind you, a low growl reaching deep within his throat. The sound alone vibrates throughout your skull and you nearly stop in fear altogether. You know the warning tone that he is using, one that he uses before he pounces on any unlucky individual who has to face his wrath. 

You glance over at him and screech as his hand roughly grabs onto your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. The impact of your two bodies colliding sends you flying to the ground and luckily, your boyfriend tightly wraps his arms around your waist to brace the fall. 

The lush green grass now feels soft under your touch and the blue sky above you almost seems peaceful. That is until black and green tamper with your view. 

Tighnari frowns down at you, his nose scrunching a bit as his fists clench the grass on either side of your head. There is a lecture waiting to spill from his lips and passion deep in his heart, ugh, you know you’re going to be stuck here for a while. 

“Don’t run away from me.” His pout deepens, eyebrows bunched together as if deep in thought. Right now, it is a little difficult to read him. There is a light blush dusting over his cheeks and the tip of his nose, his pupils are blown out and his lips are slightly parted. 

You can’t figure it out yet, why he seems so embarrassed, but he knows what it is. 

Tighnari loves the chase. The feeling rivals some primal urge that rests deep within his chest, that takes over and spikes up well into the forefront of his brain, it screams at him to catch you and use you until you’re no longer conscious. 

Even with his master of control, not even Tighnari can fight the primal urge to hold his lovely angel down and fuck her. 

“Running away will have consequences.” He tries to keep his voice light and airy, but the usual hint of sass is missing. You can tell he’s having a hard time maintaining a steady choice of words as his breathing becomes heavier. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek. Tighnari pins your wrist to the ground quicker, before you even get the chance to touch him. He grits his teeth. 

“No.” He solemnly confesses, might as well get it off of his chest. Quietly, the scholar sighs. “When you run away it-,” He pauses and looks away from you, glancing up at the sky as he thinks about his next words. “it riles me up.” 

“Riles you up?” You mimic and find it difficult to understand what he’s talking about. “Gets you excited?” Tighnari recognizes the teasing smile resting on your lips, this causes that primal urge to expand and bloom from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. 

“It makes me want to hold you down and fuck you.” He snarls, narrowing his eyes slightly to ensure that any fight in you dissolves quickly. Tighnari groans in the back of his mind and feels mildly embarrassed by his actions, he’s at least still conscious enough to acknowledge his primal urges are a joke. 

But, he still desperately needs to mount you like an animal. Fuck you until your thighs are shaking and tinted with his cum, until your belly is full from him and him alone. 

You recognize that look in his eyes. 

“Tighnari,” Slowly, you call out his name. You drag each syllable between your pretty lips, making him shiver and squeeze his eyes shut. 

His hips drop between your own and you finally feel just how riled up he’s gotten. The touch of his center makes you gasp as you suck in a deep breath of air, his swollen cock pressing against your clothed cunt. The light contact causes him to hiss and dive for your neck. His lips are already attached to your sensitive skin while his nose pushes your head to slightly tilt back. 

You lift your chin into the air and allow him to mark the smooth area. 

He moves your wrist above your head, holding both of them there with one of his large hands. The other falls down to your thighs and not so innocently pushes your leg up, bending it so that he fits more snuggly between your hips. The light stroke of his hand against your inner thigh only causes you to grow wetter against the ministrations of his soft lips. 

Over and over, he kisses your skin and inhales deeply. Tighnari licks a path to the junction of your throat, hovering over the pulse point before biting down and puncturing the skin with his sharp teeth. 

You let out a mild whine at that and shift your hips a bit, squirming to get into a more comfortable position. That little fight causes Tighnari to press against you tighter. Your shapes will be pressed into the ground and molded by the damp earth by the time you’re done with this. 

“No moving,” He orders within a breath, sucking in air for a split second before swallowing the taste of your skin. He carefully licks up the bead of sweat that rolls down your throat and stiffens a bit when he gets it on his tongue. 

Tighnari knows that once he starts, he will not be able to stop. 

He knows better than to fight his instincts. 

For a brief moment, his hips rock against your own. The motion is slow and gentle, almost as if he is getting a taste of the pleasure. Then it ends and Tighnari is nearly shaking above you, holding himself up with his bare strength until his hips ram into yours again. Only this time, it’s harder and quicker. 

Growls leave his throat as he dry humps you relentlessly and had it not been for his tight grip on you, you’re sure you would have been pushing up the grass he has you pinned against. 

His moans are quiet, little noises of pleasure that are being voiced whether he wants them to or not. You gasp at the realization of how badly Tighnari wants you. 

[honey-on-your-tongue]

READER WORSHIPPING DILF JAKE DAD BOD PUUURRRRRRRR 🤭🤭

he might feel rentless, tense, stressed, a bit insecure with his body changes and reader is here to remind him how attractive her mate 😋

maybe leaving marks all over jake's body, then riding the fuck out of him until he kept letting out moans and cumming inside reader uncontrollably!! ♡♡

😩😩😩😩 the way this has me all feral 🤭🤭🤭

“Baby,” Jake starts, hesitant, as your hand wanders down his torso. “Girl—”

You shush him with a kiss to the mouth, your lips soft against his as your hand moves down to his loincloth. Jake can't help but groan as you rub over his cock, blood rushing south, causing him to grow hard.

You kiss his jaw, his neck, before placing soft kisses on his chest.

“Baby,” he tries again, ears folding back as your lips trail lower, to his abdomen. You kneel in front of him, your eyes staring up at him. You two have known each other for years. You have kids. Life has made him soft where he used to have stiff muscles all over. And it makes him insecure.

But for the life of you, you cannot understand why.

You kiss his stomach, licking his warm skin, and he shudders softly. “Kid, come on—”

“Will you just let me love you?” you say softly, gently biting his lower stomach, the soft fat that's gathered there makes your heart flutter with butterflies.

Jake chuckles, a little embarrassed before telling you, “We're not kids 'nymore, baby. I-I used to be prettier when I was younger. You know that.”

“I know that's a bunch of bullshit,” you return, licking over his hipbone. “You've never looked better than you do now, baby. You got me watching you all day, having to touch myself until you get home to fuck me.”

Jake groans lowly. “Come on, kid, you don't have to—”

You bite down on the skin of his lower abdomen, right above the string of his loincloth, making him gasp. You smile up at him. “Every time you try to stop me from loving you, I'll bite you,” you half-joke, and Jake chuckles.

You undo his loincloth, allowing it to fall to the floor, and Jake's cock springs to attention. You lick your lips before wrapping a hand around his girth and pressing a soft kiss to the tip. You then leave wet, openmouthed kisses down his underside until you reach his balls. You lick over them, making Jake shudder, and then you kiss his thighs. You pay them some love, licking them, tasting them, occasionally biting on them with the intention of leaving hickeys all over.

Jake can't do anything but watch you. The way you love his body, the way you're so kind to him, the way you make his cock hard and his heart soft for you—you are one in a hundred thousand billion. The only one he will ever want and ever need.

You kiss your way back up, kissing his stomach again, sucking on the skin and biting on it. You lick over each mark you leave, every hickey sending delight purring through you at the sight. You can't wait for him to walk out of the tent tomorrow morning, the marks low enough on his torso to evidence that you two had a spicy night, but not low enough for his loincloth to cover them.

You lean back to admire your work, the sight of Jake's body covered in your little bite marks and hickeys makes you smile proudly. You grab one of Jake's hands in your own and pull him to you, bringing him to the ground so he kneels in front of you.

You push him on his back, forcing him to lie on the ground as you straddle his hips. “I love you so much,” you tell Jake as you remove your loincloth. “I love everything about you, and that won't ever change, baby,” you say. Your grind your hips down on his, your pussy rubbing on his cock, and he groans softly, his eyes fluttering shut.

He drags his canines over his lower lip, grabbing onto your hips and guiding your movements. You smile slightly before lifting your hips, grabbing his cock and aligning it with your entrance before lowering yourself onto him.

Jake fills you to the brim, the thick head of his cock finding your cervix as your gummy walls stretch to fit him. You moan softly, the feeling of fulness overwhelming.

Jake groans, his cock jerking inside of you. “Goddamn,” he grunts. “So fuckin' tight.”

“Mhmm,” you mewl, resting your hands on his chest for balance and support. You lift your hips up and bring them back down, his cock slipping in and out. You gasp, nails digging into his skin, and Jake moans softly.

“Fuck,” he growls, biting his lower lip. You're so warm around him, plush walls sucking him in. “Fucking amazing.”

You moan, his cock dragging against that spongy spot that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Jake,” you gasp softly. “Ah!”

“I know,” Jake chuckles. “It's good, ain't it?”

“Mhmm!” you cry. “You-you see what you do to me?” You lean down, kissing his jaw. “You see how crazy you make me?”

You're tight around him, your pleasure filling your body, your veins. Your heart races in your ears, your body is trembling, and you're seeing stars from the intensity of the ecstasy.

“Fuck, baby,” Jake groans. “It's never going to cease to surprise me how much you love me.”

You whimper softly. “It shouldn't-shouldn't surprise you,” you tell him. “'s impossible not to love you.”

Jake's fingers dig into your hips. “You're fucking amazing, darlin'.”

You whine, your body tensing as the pleasure coils in your womb, a warm pool of liquid fire that simmers, ready to boil.

As you become lost to the bliss, you beg, “Fill me up, Jake! Fill me up! I want another baby 'f yours! Please!”

Jake shivers. “Another one?” he asks, chuckling, the idea of filling you again making his cock twitch.

“Yes!” you beg. “Another baby! Please, I wanna give you another one!”

Jake bucks his hips up, meeting yours, pounding into you. “Anything you want, love,” he replies. “Anything for you, girl.”

You nod, whining and gasping. “Please,” you cry. “Please, please!”

The bulbous head of his cock bruises your cervix, making you gasp, the pleasure shooting up your body. “'s so good!” you whimper. “Please, make me come! Please!”

“You know I'll make you come, baby,” he tells you. “You don't have to ask for that, it's a given, angel.”

You tremble, nodding, gasping, “Yes! Yes! Fuck! Jake!”

Your nails dig into his chest, your cunt tightens around him, and your orgasm wrecks through you, tearing your scattered thoughts into pieces, leaving you just about fucked dumb.

Jake moans lowly, a rumbling sound that leaves his lips and rumbles through his chest. You gasp and mewl, shaking, and it pushes Jake to his own orgasm. He comes inside you, his thick load filling you to the brim, dripping down your thighs as you lay yourself on top of Jake, your chest meeting his, his cock still inside you.

His huge hands caress your back as he softly kisses your temple. You rest your head against his chest, hearing his heart beat directly into your ear.

“I love you,” you remind him, kissing his chest. “And no matter what, you know that will never change.”

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@kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @neytirishottie

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[avocado-writing]

Roland Blum x Reader

notes: nobody asked for this but I wrote it anyway. big shout out to my mate M who helped me brainstorm this and came up with some of the *chefs kiss* lines. might do a part 2 idk rating: E, minors dni

words: 2.4k

cw: utter filth. smut; excessive discussion of oral sex; pegging; you’re both switches lmfao taglist: @clarina04 @havaheart @angiestopit @cryptid-flannelhell @shadowluna25

Roland Blum fucking hates you. 

He hates how you think you know everything even though you’re just a kid. Yeah, sure, he was the exact same way when he was your age, but he also acknowledges that he’s a hypocrite and doesn’t care. He hates the tight little outfits you wear, because he’s a slut for a well-tailored suit and you know you look exceptionally fuckable in them. He hates how he couldn’t stop imagining bending you over his desk and drenching his cock in your tight little pussy, wondering what his name would sound like from your mouth as you choke it out through orgasms. He hates that you’ve rejected his every advance so far. 

Most of all he hates how you’re good at this job. It’s infuriating. If you were shit, like so many of the others he’s seen come and go through these doors, it might be different. But you’re not. You’re a fucking shark, out for blood. Just like him. 

He hates you. 

If there’s one thing that’s worse than you it’s your shitty little boyfriend. 

He’s constantly around, trying to earn your approval - and he does need to earn it because it doesn’t take much research to find out he’s a fucking serial cheater. He has this habit of falling dick first into leggy blondes he finds at bars which you don’t much approve of. And you fucking let him keep getting away with it! You don’t even seem to like the guy that much. Roland can see the thinly veiled disinterest on your face every time your boyfriend tries to surprise you with your favourite coffee or a bunch of flowers. You accept them, and the kiss he offers, and then look relieved when he’s gone. 

You need a good fuck. You need it. He can tell, and he’s sure your boyfriend isn’t getting the job done. Nobody sexually satisfied is as bitchy as you are. Except, maybe, for him. But his exception doesn’t prove the rule. He teases you about it mercilessly and loudly, and your conversations always end the same way. 

“Maybe if someone was taking care of your vagina, it wouldn’t have sand in it.”

“I fucking hate you, Roland.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But you work well together, that can’t be denied. Case after case you take on, and case after case you win. It’s nice that you can put your mutual loathing aside to be professional for long enough to help your clients out.

He knows where you’re meant to be meeting your boyfriend that night. That fancy bar in the penthouse of that hotel. Seems fucking stupid to him, bars should be on ground level, but what does he know. While you’re in the bathroom he gets himself something strong which goes down well with the pill he takes; he sits in the corner where he won’t be seen and watches you. 

You’re sitting on a tall stool, drumming your fingers on the counter. At first you look hopeful. Then you look at your watch. Over and over again. He can see the excitement leave you and you deflate like a balloon animal left in some kid’s room as time ticks by. Eventually your phone rings, and though he can’t work out every word, you have a very short conversation with the person on the other end, finishing the call by jabbing your screen so hard he’s surprised the glass doesn’t shatter. 

You head into the elevator. He follows you. You’re the only two in there as the doors slide shut and it begins its descent. He leans on the wall and looks at you, levelly. You don’t even seem surprised that he’s there, you just look sort of tired. 

“So,” he says, and you look like you’re bracing yourself for him to mock you like he usually would, but he gets straight to the point, “you gonna let me fuck you?”

You look at him, properly look at him. You seem to sum him up for the first time since you started at the firm, let your eyes trail up and down his body, taking him in. 

“Roland, you have until the alcohol wears off.”

You barely get the last word out, actually, because he hears your consent and fucking lunges for you. His mouth is hot and rough on yours, beard scraping your chin and cheeks, and he grins into it when he hears you moan. Moaning from a kiss? You are desperate. 

He slams his fist on the emergency brake button and the elevator screeches to a halt. You pull back to look at him, confused and appalled. He likes it. 

“What?” he asks, pressing his thigh between yours, up into your needy cunt, “You said I have until the alcohol wears off, I’m not wasting a single fucking second with you.”

You seem oddly charmed by that idea, but it’s only a quick flash of sentiment over your face before he finds your clit and begins to fuck into it with the width of his thigh. You begin to twist and writhe in pleasure against him, wanting to ride him yourself, but him not allowing you the freedom to do it. He grins as he watches you melt. 

“Knew you needed someone to take care of your little cunt.”

“I fucking hate you,” you snap, but he can tell your heart isn’t in it. Not this time anyway. He pulls off his suit blazer and, with a flick of the wrist that is too certain to have not been practised before, he manages to throw it over the camera in the upper corner of the elevator, letting it hang off it as if it were a coat rack. Seemingly happy that you have a few minutes, you let him kiss his way down your body and end up on his knees in front of you. He sees the hungry way you look down at him and wants to see it on your face all the fucking time. 

He makes light work of your tight little skirt, raising his eyebrows when he gets to your thong. You shove him with your foot. 

“What?”

“Someone thought she was gonna get lucky tonight.”

“Yeah, well, I fucking am aren’t I?”

He can’t argue with that. Well, he could, but for once he doesn’t. Instead he rips it off your body with his bare hand and shoves it into his trouser pocket. You yelp but any complaints you have are quickly doused when he begins to fuck you with his mouth. He is fucking ravenous for you, pressing his fingers up inside your greedy cunt and latching onto your clit viciously. You haul a leg over his shoulder and pull him in harder against you, your heel knocking against his spine. He digs his hands into the meat of your ass and hopes his fingernails leave little crescents. 

You come once on his fingers, heavy and slick, and look both exhausted and disappointed when he pulls his hand away. He sucks his fingers dry and nods to the elevator control panel. 

“Thing’s about to start working again. I’d get dressed if I were you.”

On cue the elevator begins to whir as someone somewhere deactivates the brake. As it starts to swoop downwards and finish its journey you scrabble to get your skirt back on while Roland grins at the show. 

He takes his suit jacket and walks out the door with confidence when they open, striding past the assembled staff with utter nonchalance. 

“Get that fucking thing fixed, almost ruined my evening,” he shouts at them, but anyone looking for too long can see his beard is soaked in you. You do your best to mimic his confidence, walking out as if the elevator room doesn’t reek of sex. 

He heads to the street, doesn’t say anything, but offers the cab driver two hundred dollars to ignore what’s happening in the back seat. You bark out your address and fall into his lap. 

Roland fingers you while you’re driven to your apartment. You’re one orgasm deep and high off it, and he makes you come again in the back of a dark taxi while easy listening plays over the radio. When the journey is over you grab his tie and pull him the two flights up to your home. He likes it a lot, being led like a dog, but there will be time to explore that another day. 

Because there will be another day. 

Roland takes immense joy in fucking you on the mattress he can only imagine your boyfriend has disappointed you on hundreds of times. He has stamina, you’ll give him that, and he ends up coming inside you three times over the following hours. By the end of it you’re lying on either side of the bed, sweaty and exhausted, just listening to the sound of your combined breathing. 

“Why do you wax?” is the question he chooses to break the silence with. You look confused, and he points to your pussy. 

“Oh. Personal preference I guess.”

“No, try again.”

“What—”

“I can tell when you’re lying. About this, anyway. Tell me why.”

You clench your jaw, but admit: “My boyfriend doesn’t like me hairy.”

Roland lets out a short, loud laugh that’s reminiscent of a bark.

“What, he afraid to get a pube in his mouth?”

“Roland!” you snap, and hit him with a pillow far harder than it has any right to feel.

“I’m just saying he’s a pussy. Wait, no, let’s not use that word, I fucking love pussy - he’s a coward. Grow it out if you want to grow it out, fuck him. If my face isn’t stuck to your cunt like Velcro then it’s no fun.”

You purse your lips but don’t say anything else.

The next time he fucks you, hair is beginning to grow there again. You’ve not really spoken about that night, and a couple of weeks have already passed. There’s been too much work to think about sex, anyway. Well, to act on it, at least. Well to act on it with each other - he’s not above admitting he kept your thong and likes to have the fabric over his mouth and nose while he jerks off into the toilet. You must know but you’ve not asked for it back, which he finds just wonderful.

The two of you are working late, main office lights off, lit by lamps, utterly exhausted. You’re in business mode, swapping ideas back and forth, butting heads a little but generally agreeing with what the other is saying. Excitement builds in the room and bubbles over to something else, and suddenly you’re in his lap stripping him off, and then he’s hefting you onto the desk and pulling down your skirt. He grins when he sees the slightly more natural state of your pussy and you roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

“Oh, but I really want to.”

You silence him with a ferocious kiss and he begins to slide inside, too horny to bother getting out of his clothes properly; which is saying something because he loves being out of his clothes. He sheathes himself in you and you throw yourself back against the legal papers, not caring about how they scatter.

“So, your boyfriend pissed you off again?” he begins to thrust, pushing his girthy cock even deeper inside your creamy pussy.

“You wanna ask this while you’re inside me?”

He shrugs. He’s still hard as rock, so doesn’t seem to mind the discussion, so you humour him as he begins to work your clit with his thumb.

“Eh, a little. He’s always pissed me off to some level.”

“Why are you with him? You seem to fucking hate him.”

“We’ve been together - aah! - since we were in high school. Our families are friends. It’s just – oh, fuck – expected now.”

“Ahh, expectation, the truest form of love.”

You seem to mull that over, sincere, but you’re taken out of the moment when he slings one of your legs up over his shoulder and fucks into you so deeply you think he’s about to split you in half.

It becomes a more regular thing after that. Your little boyfriend is still around, but he’s none the wiser that you’re spending every other night fucking one of your coworkers. And the two of you are amazing at fucking. Roland believes you could sell tickets to a show to watch the two of you going at each other, feral and needy. And you’re kinky, too! One night you wrap his belt around his neck and squeeze it so hard his vision blurs and he comes more than he has since he was a teenager. On another, you fold him in two on your bed and take your time stretching his ass open before you peg him with the biggest dildo he’s ever seen. A prostate orgasm can really make you appreciate the world a little better.

You see each other a lot outside of work now, too. Usually he feels like the little dates you go on are extended foreplay, where you can run your foot up and down his leg and press your toes into his dick, but sometimes he has to admit he just likes going out with you. You’re a quick wit, whip-smart, and fucking filthy. You’re wasted on going out with that pathetic asshole, you really are.

And one night the two of you are working late, again. You’ve both ordered Chinese takeout from down the street, and have found yourselves distracted. Not with sex, not with arguing, but with trying to fling battered chicken balls into each others’ mouths across the length of the office. You’re in literal tears as Roland tries to wheel his chair into the chicken’s oncoming trajectory only to lose his balance and tumble out of it, landing miserably on his ass.

You can’t breathe. You grip the edge of the desk for support, tears streaming down your cheeks, the long line of your beautiful throat exposed as you throw your head back laughing, and Roland finds himself fucking enamoured with you. He wants to hear your laugh all day, every day, forever, actually. He wants to go home tonight knowing his is the only cock you have inside you. Fuck it if that’s possessive, he’ll promise the same thing if it means you’ll be only his.

He’s fucked.

He’s so fucked.

Roland Blum hates you.

Except he doesn’t really. He just has to tell himself that, or he’ll realise he’s fucking fallen in love.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: transmasc Character: Eustass Kid Vibe: NSFW Yandere AU: Canon Prompt: Pliant When Horny Gift Giver: @remisloves

Summary: You brushed Kid off, unintentionally, but that matters little, and now he's going to ensure you're willing to rely on him.

Content Notes: bondage, that kind of ambiguous consent that comes with yandere, fingering, light breath play, forced orgasm, edging, denial, public viewing (the 18+ crew watches the events unfold), mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

No one was allowed to touch you - not even you yourself.

Your hands and ankles were tied to the main mast on the deck of the Victoria Punk. It wasn’t a punishment, not really, but Kid wanted something from you and you weren’t in the mood to give it to him. So he was going to make sure you got there. One way or another.

Aside from the rope holding you against the mast, the only other thing you wore was a custom leather collar with a little heart dangling from the front of it that said “Good Boy”. Your legs were parted enough that everyone could see your cunt, and most of the crew had taken to taking their breaks right next to you.

Being watched so casually was driving you crazy.

No one dared to break Kid’s rule, but they did talk to you. Some mentioned how cute you were, some gave you water to drink, some pointed out how wet and turned on you looked.

Killer would check in on you, letting you down from the mast to go to the bathroom and eat, watching you carefully during it all. If you wanted relief, you were going to get it from Kid.

It was all because he caught you humping a pillow, and when he offered to take care of you, you’d told him he didn’t have to. You’d just meant he didn’t need to waste his time, but Kid took it as a rejection. Honestly, you should’ve known better. It’s been a year since Kid declared you his, and while you’ve long since come to accept your situation, you’d think you would’ve learned your lessons better at this point.

When Killer tied you back to the mast after dinner, using leather cuffs to keep your wrists and ankles from chaffing, he’d put a slender, but bumpy, metal dildo into your vagina. You hadn’t realized how worked up the day had made you until you nearly came from the cold metal. Killer tied it in place with rope, warning you not to cum, if you came while he was tightening the makeshift harness he’d have to tell Kid.

Killer, at least, was merciful enough to not tease you on purpose while he worked.

Still you were panting by the time he was done.

“Please,” you sigh as he straightens up. “Please, Killer, I… I need him.” You admit, looking in the direction of the workshop.

“I’ll let him know, little one.” He promises, walking away and leaving you where you were.

The cool metal was warming up thanks to your body heat, but it was so hard and bumpy it was impossible to ignore. Killer had done you a kindness, the ropes keeping it inside weren’t run up against your clit, but the ropes themselves seemed to be trying to work you up.

By the time Kid came out onto the deck you were gasping and squirming, unable to find relief, and unable to calm yourself down. You were needy, so terribly needy, and he just stood there and watched you for a long moment before finally saying something.

“Need a hand, little mouse?” Kid asks finally and you nod your head, nearly crying.

“Yes, yes! Please! I’m… I’m sorry.” You whine as he tilts your head up with a finger. “Please, I - I just… you’re so,” you gasp your sentence cut short as the metal inside your pussy starts to move. “Important! You’re so important I didn’t want buh-bother you!”

“Mm, and what have you learned?”

“I’ll - ahhh! - I’ll come to you!” You cry, toes curling as you try desperately to not cum. “Cum for you, cum when you tell me too!”

“An if I tell you no?”

You nearly sob. “I’ll wait, I’ll wait,” you gasp the words, vision hazy as tears well up in your eyes. You’re so close, but you can’t cum yet, you know that much. “I’mma good boy, I’ll be good!”

Kid snaps the ropes keeping the metal dildo inside you, letting it fall onto the deck.

“Want me to help, little mouse?” Kid questions flatly and you nod.

“Please.”

Kid kneels down on the deck, eyes holding yours as he licks your wet slit. You moan, shifting in your bonds, the rough wood of the mast against your back. He puts his hands on your thighs, holding you still as he slowly, carefully, and tenderly licks and sucks your clit.

It’s not enough to push you over the edge, but it’s enough to make you moan and whimper, garbled pleas falling from your lips. You don’t even care that the rest of the crew is watching, or that Killer is standing nearby, cock heavy and hard in his hand as he strokes himself lazily.

Kid flicks his hand and something cuts the ropes holding your arms. Your hands disappear into his hair as you lean forward, holding onto him for balance.

“More, please, Kid,” you risk the request, voice dripping with need and he hums. You’re certain you can feel him smiling against you as his tongue gets heavier against your clit.

Two thick, hot fingers push into your cunt and you buck, your hips grinding into his face, as the orgasm nearly takes you. As close as you are, as needy and desperate as you are, there’s at least one lesson you know well enough.

“Please, please let me cum!” You cry as Kid drives you closer and closer. “Please, please, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, please let me, please!”

Crying you try to pull him away, but even as you tug on his hair you know it’s useless. Eustass Kid is a mountain and you’re a mouse.

“Fuck, fuck, please, fuck, I can’t - I can’t!” You writhe and struggle and beg, with your legs still held to the mast you can’t squirm enough to give yourself a break.

Just as you think you’re going to disobey him, his hand’s at your throat, holding you harshly against the mast again. “Cum, mouse.” He commands, fingers plunging deep as his thumb teases your clit and his hand cuts your air supply thin.

There’s no denying the command. It’s a mercy and you know it. You clench down on his fingers, mind hazy with euphoria, relief, and lack of oxygen. He doesn’t leave you to black out, easing up and letting you pull in big heavy gasps as you sob and cry, the wet moans of your orgasm leaking from your lips as much as your sloppy cunt is dripping on the deck.

“Good boy.” Kid grins, not stopping and watching you. “Don’t let the crew down,” he grins, and you become keenly aware of everyone watching you. Touching themselves. The most dressed person was Kid. The attention sent another rush through you. “Cum again, little mouse.”

“Ah, please,” you shivered the words, you were close but you came so hard you weren’t sure what would happen. It was too much.

“Mouse.” Kid’s voice forces you to focus. The golden brown eyes have you entirely, even though you know everyone else is watching. “Cum.”

Kid curls his fingers and the second orgasm slams into you so forcefully you squirt. Pleasure cascades down Kid’s arm, splattering onto the deck as your body convulses against the mast, ropes groaning as your legs try desperately to close. Hot liquid splashes against your skin and you’re vaguely aware of Killer nearby, one hand on the mast the other working himself through his own orgasm.

Kid pulls his fingers out, pressing them into your mouth and watching as you slowly start to come back to yours senses, moaning against his digits. He grins, leaning in and licking your neck before leaving a heavy kiss against your skin.

The ropes holding your legs go slack and you sink into Kid.

“Don’t worry, little mouse,” he says, lifting you up and walking away from the deck. “After I fill you up, I’ll clean you up.”

[your-divine-ribs]

My characters’ favourite sexual positions ♥️

So someone sent me a link to this sex positions website (thank you whoever that was) and I thought it would be fun to imagine which positions my characters would favour. You can read it below the cut at the bottom - it’s not a birthday fic but this is the best I could do!

I think I’ve included everyone this time…

💗❤️🩶🖤🧡💙💖🤍❤️‍🔥💜

Character headcanons masterlist

I had to include a link for each position rather than a picture as I tried to post it with pictures and tumblr marked it as explicit! Click on the link to see each one x

💗 Dad Van

67. Missionary position

The timeless classic missionary position is a favourite of Van’s in his pursuits to plant another little baby McCann inside you. The intimacy of this position is what he loves about it so much, the eye contact heightens the moment, and he can kiss you and whisper the sweetest, filthiest things in your ear. Your particular favourite variation on this position is the CAT (coital alignment technique) which is all about intimate contact and slow movements which makes everything more sensual, and that added friction on your clit is guaranteed to bring you to your peak. You can't get enough of it... or him.

36. Idyll

Van favours the 69 position because it's a complete sensory experience for him. Not only does he get to feel the blissful sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock but he gets to bury his face between your thighs at the same time. The only trouble is it's so good he finds it hard to hold on so you can reach your peaks together.

261. Special Breakfast

Since you and Van had children you have to get your kicks hastily and often in unlikely places to avoid the risk of one of your kids catching you in a compromising position. The name of this position is quite fitting as the last time Van ate you out it was on the kitchen table… and he preceded the act by telling you that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. You didn’t catch the wicked glint in his eye at the time and were just about to reach for the Special K when you suddenly found yourself perched on the table with him between your thighs.

❤️ Red Van

313. Chef

There's a hell of a lot of sneaking around involved which means sex is often fast, passionate and messy. You've lost count of the number of times you've ended up being picked up and pressed up against whatever surface is closest to hand so you can both satisfy your desperate yearning for each other, the kitchen counter, the dining room table, a sink in the bathroom at some gig venue. The excitement and risk is a huge turn on but it's often over far too quickly.

115. Anvil

It's a rarity, but occasionally you two do have a private moment where you can take your time with each other and those precious moments are unforgettable. You both savour the intimacy, so it's always face to face, Van likes to look deep into your eyes as he watches you fall apart. With your legs hoisted up on his shoulders like this the penetration is so deep that you can't hold back your sweet moans and it drives him wild. It's the closest to heaven you'll get, and you wish it could be like this all the time (one of my faves too 🤭)

435. Sweet Pussy

He absolutely loves going down on you, any chance he gets his head is in between your thighs and this man is a GIVER. He’s an absolute god at eating pussy and can have you falling apart on his tongue in mere minutes. When you’re bucking and trembling with sensitivity it’s not his cue to stop, if anything it just makes him all the more determined to pull yet another orgasm from you. In this position he’ll clamp his strong hands on your ass to pull you impossibly close. You’re not going anywhere until you’ve come on his face at least four times so you’d better get comfortable.

🩶 Playing Hard to Get Van

128. Lap Dance

If there's one thing Van loves it's seeing your desperation to come and hearing you beg for it, and this first position is perfect for teasing. He'll sit you down on his lap in front of a mirror so you can both watch every little shudder your body makes as he explores you, his calculated teasing touches bringing you close to your peak but never close enough for you to fully let go. He has full control in this position and your begging is such sweet music to his ears so don't expect him to give in too easily. It's torturous but so worth it when he finally breaks and gives you what you want.

489. Chibi

Doggy style over the bed (or any other surface that comes to hand) is another favourite of his. He can fuck you hard and rough and he loves seeing you spread out for him like this, face down and ass up, dripping wet and ready for him. It's also a perfect position for spanking!

207. Piledriver

You’re pretty sure Van picked up this position from watching porn and you were initially unsure of trying it. I mean, how the hell was it going to work? Would it even be pleasurable in that awkward position? You were pleasantly surprised. Van was so turned on having you spread out for him like that in such a vulnerable and exposed position. It made him feel powerful pounding into you whilst he held your legs wide apart. The deep penetration had you crying out from the intensity.

🖤 Prof Van

230. Downward Dog

Ever the dominant partner in bed (or wherever you two hook up) Van requires full control so you don't really have much say in the matter, not that you're complaining. If you're not tied up he'll find other ways to restrain you, pinning you down whilst he fucks you to within an inch of your life, forcing you (consensually of course) to take every thick, throbbing inch of him. He loves taking you from behind, a firm hand around your throat to cut off your air a little, or gripping your hair to arch your body up for him. All you can do is whine and whimper and take it like a good girl.

341. Deep Throat

Going down on Van doesn't necessarily mean the balance of control shifts, more often than not your bratty behaviour results in a brutal face fucking. Well... you can't answer back with your mouth stuffed full of his cock can you?

380. Apologies

Of course there are times when you’re not misbehaving, and you certainly reap the rewards of being a good girl in those moments. He’ll instruct you to get up on to his desk on your hands and knees. There’s something about being eaten out from behind that feels so dirty and he’ll relish telling you what a filthy little slut you are for him whilst he’s teasing you with his tongue and fingers.

🧡 Prof Bond

240. Lotus Flower

Of course we all know that Johnny's favourite position is you being sandwiched between him and Van, but if he had to choose second best it would always be you on top. You're always so eager to please him but it's never at the expense of your own pleasure. He loves that about you. In this position he can lavish you all over with hot wet kisses and watch you pleasure yourself whist you're fucking him. He likes to see the pleasure crease your pretty face when you take what you want from him.

150. Reverse Cowgirl

When you're controlling the pace he can feel the desperation in your movements as you chase your high. In this position he also he has the perfect view of your gorgeous ass and even better, he can watch his cock sinking deep inside you with every buck of your hips.

497. Tantra Chair

Johnny had told you one simple rule… no more hookups in his office. He was resolute but he hadn’t accounted for how persuasive you were. Under the guise of asking him to help with your exam revision you made an appointment to see him, ignoring the chair he offered you across from the desk and opting instead to perch on the edge of the desk, your short skirt riding up around your thighs. You pretended not to notice how his attention kept slipping down to the hint of black lace that he could see peeking out from between your spread thighs, clearing his throat as he talked and loosening the top button of his shirt. He never really stood a chance. By the time you slipped down into his lap, grinding down on his growing bulge, he was a lost cause. And rules are made to be broken…

💙 Ice Cold Van

340. Chilli Dog

When you and Van first started seeing each other your relationship was mostly physical and he shied away from any post-sex intimacy. He was always in control, and that didn't mean he was a selfish lover, in fact it was the complete opposite. You came to realise pretty quick that he got off on getting you off and he'd often pin you down and pleasure you to the point of tears before taking you roughly from behind doggy style. He fucked you like he owned you and you loved it but still you craved more. You wanted that deeper connection.

72. Workout

Fast forward to your current relationship and things have changed considerably. Whereas he was uncomfortable about letting you see him lose control and fall apart before, now it's more often than not face to face. He especially likes to pick you up and fuck you up against the wall, each powerful thrust making you moan out loud. You're on eye level in this position and the intensity is incredible.

7. Candle

When Van comes back from a hit you feel like he’s not properly home yet. Sure, he’s there physically but that deadened look in his eyes and the tension in his jaw tells you that mentally he’s still lingering in that dark place he forces his mind to go to. No amount of gentle caresses and sweet, comforting kisses will bring him around so you give him space, busying yourself whilst you listen for the telltale sound of the shower spray emanating through the apartment. That’s when you go to him, slipping into the cubicle and wrapping your arms around his waist, planting soft kisses all over his chest whilst the warm spray rains down on you both. He takes you there and then, often from behind, your hands splayed against the cool tiles to steady yourself, his hips snapping harsh and precise as he buries himself deeply inside of you.

💖 I’m With the Band Van

413. Full Nelson

So l saw this position was popular in pornos I immediately thought of IWTB Van. He'd been trying to persuade you to watch a mucky film with him for weeks and although the thought didn't really appeal to you, you finally gave in, curiosity getting the better of you. Turns out it wasn't the full on immersive erotic experience that he'd been hoping for, you were both giggling so much at the cheesy dirty talk and wooden acting, but it did loosen up your inhibitions and made for some pretty interesting sexual gymnastics when Van was trying to bounce you up and down on his cock in this particular position that you'd seen on screen. You had to give up before either of you could come though when Van complained he had cramp in his thighs but it gained points for the entertainment factor!

11. Inquisitor

Van loves to please and nothing makes him more smug than feeling your body shaking uncontrollably as he brings you to multiple highs during love-making. For this reason he loves to go down on you. One orgasm is never enough and he won't let up until your legs have turned to jelly and your mind's hazy with overstimulation.

486. Source

Van’s biggest flex is making you come hard and fast every time but he won’t pass up on the opportunity to lie back and watch you go to town on his dick. When you’re focussing entirely on his pleasure like this he feels like he’s the king of the world. More often than not he’ll take the chance to grab his phone and take a few filthy shots of you with a mouthful of his cock or record a smutty video so he has something to watch back on those lonely nights on the tour bus.

🤍 Single Dad Van

39. Bizet

He likes sex to feel as intimate as possible and much prefers a slow pace to a hard and fast fuck. What's the rush? You're his girl now and he likes to take his time with you and make sure you feel good. Lazy mornings where you wake up tangled together and he scatters soft kisses along your shoulders often gravitate to sensual love-making, you as the little spoon whilst he rocks his hips against you and whispers sweet praises in your ear. The added advantage to this position is his hands are free to heighten your pleasure so it's always guaranteed to be mind-blowing.

325. Zodiac

Many an evening when the kids have gone to bed, cuddles on the sofa lead to position number two.You daren't get fully undressed in case you get interrupted by a little intruder so you hitch up your dress and straddle his lap, kissing him deeply whilst you grind yourself against him.

317. Merger

Another position which allows for a high level of intimacy. Van loves this position as he has a spectacular view of your whole body, your gorgeous tits bouncing with each thrust as you throw your head back and take what you need from him. He’s in awe of you like this, often he’ll grasp hold of your hips to still your movements just so he can savour the moment. You look so good sitting on his cock that he’s worried about coming too soon.

❤️‍🔥 Devil Next Door Van

359. Pterodactyl

Tensions had been so high with Van for so long that when you did finally let your guard down it was in the middle of an argument. You were fighting in your kitchen, all up in his face, giving him a piece of your mind and it was HEATED. You knew he always liked to get the last word in so you didn't give him chance, telling him in no uncertain terms to shut the fuck up and get out before you whirled around to pick up your cup of coffee from the kitchen table. What you weren't accounting for was Van butting his body up against yours, his hands grasping your hips, his breath hot in the shell of your ear as he whispered in a low growl "you really want me to shut up? You gonna make me huh?" Within seconds all that pent up aggression was dispersed when you melted in his arms and he took you hard and unforgiving over the tabletop, your hip bones knocking harshly against the wood, your little gasps of pleasure filling the air. (Please don't expect me to elaborate on the foot up on the table he's got long legs and he's very flexible okay?!!)

37. Cleopatra

He loves your fiery side and the idea of you taking charge during sex drives him crazy with desire. He'll drop down on to his knees for you in an instant, the harsher you tug his hair and the more forceful your demands, the more eager he is to please you.

446. Bomb

As explosive as it sounds! Visiting your neighbour for an afternoon cuppa isn’t always an innocent venture and the tea is quickly forgotten when you and Van start going at it hot and heavy on the couch. You love to provoke a reaction in him and you know exactly what buttons to push to make him explode into a horny ball of frustrated sexual desire. He’ll take control, flipping you over on to your tummy and hitching up your dress. With your thighs spread as wide as this constricted position will allow, he’ll thrust into you hard and fast, your needy moans muffled by the cushions.

💜 Pure Van

354. Compliment

You were so innocent when Van came into your life, an exquisitely delicate little treat that had been lovingly gift-wrapped and dropped into his clutches. He wanted nothing more than to obliterate your purity right there and then, but he held back, wanting to take his time and savour every sweet moment of defiling you. He'll never forget the sight of you down on your knees for him that first time. You looked up at him, nervous and wide-eyed, waiting for him to guide you. You were so goddamn perfect, the way you struggled to take all of him into your mouth and your soft little whimpers that you tried so hard to hold back, embarrassed by the need that he'd awoken inside of you.

113. Cowgirl

Even the most innocent of girls can be corrupted, but you were still so sweet and hesitant, even when he coaxed you into riding him for the first time. He couldn't get enough of your breathy little moans and the way your cheeks flushed with arousal and shame, the way you couldn't hide away in this position as he guided your hips in a dirty, deep grind.

484. Licking Master (the names of some of these!)

Before you met Van you’d never touched yourself sexually. The thought of giving into your desires and pleasuring yourself like that was sinful and dirty, so when Van sat you down and instructed you to slip your hands between your thighs you were hesitant. “Feels good baby… you can trust me,” he uttered, his silky words of persuasion filtering into your impressionable mind. “Here… let me show you…” So you gave in… His touch was sweet, but his mouth was sweeter, and when his tongue flicked over you right there you abandoned your morals pretty quick, your legs falling slack as you surrendered yourself to him.

Who’s your favourite? ♥️

[warmaidensrevenge]

Love and pinball

Pairings: Eddie x Fem!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hello my loves. This is the next part in my little series. For those of you who are new, feel free to click the above link to catch up on this fic. Just a warning before the warnings. This ends sadly. So be prepared. Also, I am looking for some help for the 8th and final part of this series. If anyone is interested, please message me. Also, I had a couple of songs that inspired me. They are posted below. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and comments/reblogs are always welcomed. They are what keeps us creators going. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Respect all creators. Also, all pictures used are from a Google search. A credit to the original posters.

Word count: 3,977

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, angst, sexual implications, death and not proof read.

Part 7: Making the right choice.

Summary: Eddie makes the best decision of his life. But his happiness is short lived.

" It's been a long time, son."

Eddie tensed up a little. " Yeah…how are you?"

His dad chuckled behind the prison glass. " Well I guess I'm doing alright. As well as I can be."

Eddie pressed his lips together. " Right. Sorry."

" So you gonna pussy foot around or you gonna tell your old man why you're here?"

Eddie laughed a little. His dad always did cut to the chase.

"Okay, so normally I go to Wayne when I have a problem. But he's on his way to Nebraska for work and couldn't get a hold of him. I-I need help. Like now."

" Who did you knock up?"

Eddie stood quiet and hung his head. " I got one girl pregnant for sure."

" One?"

He sighed and rubbed his face. " My sorta ex is having a baby too. But it might not be mine."

" What the hell boy?! I know it feels good not wearing a jimmy. But two girls! And what the hell do you mean sorta ex?"

Eddie went on to explain the entire situation. Start to finish. And his dad just sat there shaking his head.

"I really need your help dad. I think I know what I have to do. But I don't want to make the wrong choice here. And regardless of where you are. I still need my dad." Eddie looked back. " I get that things didn't work out with you and mom. But I remember how much you loved her. And how much she loved you…you would do anything for her. So I need you to help me…I love this girl. And I want to marry her one day. I just don't know what to do if my ex has my kid."

Allen looked up at his son and saw the doubt and insecurity there. "Alright. Here it is. Get a DNA test done. And if it's yours make sure you get joint custody. If it's not then go be a good dad to the other. But don't jump from one relationship to the other. Son, you've been in a relationship for your entire adult life. Do you even remember who you used to be? Because I'm looking at you and I don't see my son."

Eddie furrowed his brow. " Well I have grown up since I last saw you."

" I know that. But the Eddie I remember used to be so happy and full of energy. You had plans to play at The Garden…what happened to that guy? Don't tell me all the guitar lessons I paid for are going to waste."

" I just play now for shits and giggles."

" See that's what I'm talking about. I remember a time where that's all you would ever talk about. You said you weren't going to quit."

" I didn't quit, okay! I wasn't good enough."

Allen scoffed. " Bullshit."

" Dad, seriously?"

" Look boy, all I'm sayin' is give yourself some time to figure out who you are without a girl. Figure out who you want to be. Because you only have a few months to get it right. And if I were you…well I would choose the one you can't stop thinkin' about. Your best friend. And if you end up with two kids. Then son you gotta work things out with both. I can't tell you how to do it. But I can tell you no matter what, be a better old man than your old man. Make your kids proud. And be with a woman who loves and respects you as a man."

" So you're saying that I shouldn't be with either one of them?"

" I'm sayin' find the man inside you. All the shit you were doing before was kid shit. Grow up."

…

Eddie left his dad more confused than ever. So he went home.

It was three days later and his first stop was to the apartment.

He took a deep calming and encouraging breath before walking in. The second he did he was instantly annoyed. Jason was there cuddled up with Chrissy on the couch, watching a movie.

They both looked back and genuinely looked surprised to see him.

" Ed? You're back."

He stared at Jason and wanted to throw him out. But then he thought that it didn't matter anymore. Obviously, Chrissy didn't give two shits about his feelings.

" Chrissy, can I speak to you in private?"

She looked at Jason and what looked like her asking permission to do so. Eddie rolled his eyes.

" Yeah. I umm I'll go and get that foot spa for you." Jason said before giving her a kiss on the head and taking off.

Eddie then walked around the couch and sat down. " I guess Jason took care of you while I was gone."

She hung her head in shame.

" Look I'm not here to hurt you or stress you out. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you. But I came back to tell you I'm still gonna move out. And that as soon as you're able to do it. I'll pay for a paternity test."

She nodded and wiped her tears away.

" Whatever the outcome is, you and I are done… You have done something that I can't really believe. Still, I love you. And I respect that you might be the mother of my kid. So the only time I want to hear from you is if it has something to do with the baby… I'll be at Gareth's."

She shuddered a breath. " Th-that's fair."

He shook his head a little and got up to grab his stuff.

Before he left he stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder at her.

" Oh. By the way, Y/n's pregnant too."

Chrissy covered her mouth in shock.

" We're gonna be a family Chrissy. And if the test comes back that it's mine…just get used to the idea that she's gonna be his or her mom too."

" His." She accidentally said.

Eddie felt a jolt of joy when he heard that. And if under any other circumstances, he would call everyone and celebrate that he was having a boy. Instead, he gave her a weak smile and left.

…

When he pulled up to your place, he never felt so bad. These past few days were not what he was expecting. He was given advice that wasn't what he hoped for. But what he needed to hear. That's why he was here. He was going to tell you that though he was deeply in love with you. That he needed to step up and figure out what to do.

When he got off the van he was met with a worried you.The second you opened the door and saw him, you threw your arm around his neck and squeezed.

" Do you have any idea how worried I've been!?"

It took everything he had to not burst into tears.

" Don't you dare disappear like that again! Don't you dare put me through that again. I thought-" You pulled away to wipe your tears. " I put in a missing persons report for you. I-I didn't even have a picture…Robin printed off one from your old yearbook."

" I'm so sorry sweetheart."

Eddie couldn't believe that you did that. Not even the girl he had loved for five years gave a crap that he was gone. And here you were, scared that something had happened to him.

You pulled him back and hugged him so tight that he could feel the anguish coming off of you.

" Where did you go? I thought you might come back after you talked to Chrissy."

He put a hand behind your head and rested his cheek on your forehead. " I wanted to…I needed to talk to someone."

You leaned back and looked at him. " And you couldn't talk to me? Or at the very least call and tell me you were okay?"

He went quiet and looked away.

When he didn't say anything after a few seconds you took a couple steps back.

" Just say it."

His eyes returned to you. " Say what?"

You crossed your arms and sighed. " That the possibility of having two babies is too much."

He licked his lips and shook his head. " That's not-"

" If you want to bail on me. F-fine. I'll be alright. I can do this by myself. But don't bolt on Chrissy if you're the father of her's."

" I'm not gonna leave you high and dry. I'm not that guy Y/n. And if the baby's mine. I'm going to do what I'm supposed to-"

You cut him off. " But?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Everything his dad said seemed so wrong now that he was standing in front of the one person who got him. His best friend.

Eddie took a step towards you. You expected him to say that he was going to do right by you and Chrissy. But he didn't want to be with either of you now. However, that wasn't what he said.

" Chris and I are over… But you and I. Baby we will never be over. I love you. I'm in love with you. And I'm gonna be here for you whether you want me to or not." He stepped close enough to cup either side or your face. " I wanted a family and you're giving it to me…I-I just need to ask you one thing."

You held onto his forearms and nodded.

" I know it's a lot to ask, but are you willing to still be with me and accept that I might have a son in three months?"

Your eyes went wide and a small smile found your lips. " Son?"

He softly laughed. " Yeah."

Tears of joy filled both of your eyes. After a second you wrapped your arms around his waist. Burying your face in his chest. Saying a soft yes.

" Hmm?"

" Yes and I still want you." You leaned back and looked up to him. " But what're we gonna do now?"

He started rubbing your shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. " Well, right now I'm gonna go drop my stuff off at Gareth's. Then I'm gonna come back and take you to a late lunch. Afterwards, I'm gonna see about getting a different job. I can't support you and our baby on a mechanics paycheck."

" No. You like that job bud. I'm not gonna let you give that up. And I'm a big girl. I can help too."

He chuckled. " I know you can. But I want you and our baby to not want for anything…I have a little saved up. So we can use that for the nursery. And as soon as I get a good paying job, we could…if you want, we could… maybe get married."

" Eww!"

Eddie furrowed his brow.

" Seriously curls? I'm not gonna have a shotgun wedding."

He hung his head and shook it. " Right. Not another cliche."

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you. " After what you put me through the last 3 days, you're lucky I didn't kick you in the shins. But yes. I honestly don't think we should even be thinking about that right now. What we should be doing is getting you settled on the pull out."

He tilted his head. Silently asking what?

" I don't know how I'm going to feel in a couple months. And I would feel a lot better if you were closer."

"On the pull out though?"

" Yes in the pull out." You backed away from him. " You're not getting off that easily, mister. Now get your stuff and come inside."

Eddie watched as you went inside. What he planned for the conversation was not what happened. But he honestly couldn't be happier. He finally got the girl he was meant to be with and he was going to have a family of his own.

…

2 & ½ months later

Eddie had noticed you been down lately and wanted to make you smile. So he took you to the place it all started for him.

" Man it feels like I haven't been here for ages." You said as you and him walked through The Palace. " You know, I wonder?"

Eddie grinned at you. "Wonder what sweetheart?"

You looked towards a certain area. "Follow me."

He was right behind you and stopped just a couple of steps when you went to the game that started it all.

" When I first moved here, I had this ongoing battle with this little kid. Every Sunday night, I would come and see that this loser beat my score with exactly 1,000 points." You sighed then smiled at the pinball machine.

Eddie came and put a hand on your lower back. " Yeah? Did he do it again?"

You looked at the score and shook your head. " Looks like the little dweeb hasn't been here in a while either."

He smiled and went to reach for the note you left months prior. You watched in confusion as he smirked at the note and put in the quarter you left. He then proceeded to play until he beat your high score. With guess it, exactly 1,000 points.

He then put a quarter in the coin slot and grinned.

You crossed your arms and furrowed your brow. " You?"

He laughed a little and nodded.

" This whole time?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. " You're not pissed are you?"

You ran your tongue over your teeth then clicked it. Laughing a little after. " Kinda."

Eddie frowned. But then you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

" I'm totally gonna kick your ass at that later. But right now. I want you to take me home."

He smirked while leading you back to the van.

You guys didn't make it home though. You had him make love to you in the back of the van.

He had just came deep inside your pussy and went limp on you.

" Aaaannnddd I'm pregnant."

He chuckled and shook his head.

A few minutes passed when you cleared your throat.

" Eddie?"

He looked up and started stroking your hair. " Yeah baby?"

You looked back and forth between his eyes. " I'm really happy you picked me."

Before he gave you a loving kiss he whispered. " I will always pick you."

…

The following morning you found yourself on the couch with Eddie.

" Shit! Did you feel that sweetheart?"

You smiled at Eddie who had his head on your belly. " I did bud. The baby's kinda in-"

You were cut off by a sharp pain in your lower back.

"Ooofffff!"

Eddie's head shot up. "What is it? What's wrong?"

You let out a shaky breath. "I think our chicken nugget head butted my kidney."

He gasped and turned to your tummy. " Hey booger. You need to be nice to your mommy."

You shook your head and smiled. " You know, ever since we decided on waiting until the peanut is born to find out the gender. I love how we come up with neutral nicknames."

He grinned and put his head back on your stomach. " Well I for one love the one you said the other day. What was it?"

You pressed your lips together and sighed.

" Oh! That's right. Daddy's little squirt."

" Oh my god! That was you!"

He smirked and kissed your belly. "Yeah. I like that one."

You shook your head and laughed.

Eddie looked up at you again and looked like he had a lot on his mind.

You moved his bangs away from his eyes. " What is it curls?"

"Nothing. I'm just really excited to meet the munchkin."

You nodded. " Me too."

He kissed your tummy again and crawled up your body. Landing a kiss. The second it turned into more the front door opened.

" Oh! Ummm sorry." Paul shielded Natalie's eyes.

Eddie got up quickly and went to grab Natalie's bag.

"Hey guys. You're early." You said, sitting up right on the couch.

Paul gave you an I'm sorry look. " I uhh I got called into work early."

You held out your arms for Natalie after she gave Eddie a hug.

" Hi baby."

" Tee!" She squealed while hugging your neck. " Tee? When's my baby coming?"

You smiled at her and held your little tummy. " not for a while baby."

She pouted, making you tear up. " I'm sorry."

Eddie felt his heart fill with warmth seeing you and Natalie. At that moment he wished for a girl.

After Paul left Eddie and Natalie watched cartoons while you started making lunch.

The phone trilled.

You went over and answered it. A few seconds later you looked at Eddie.

" Yeah we'll be right there."

…

You were holding Eddie's hand watching Natalie play with the hospital's toys. Waiting patiently as Chrissy gave birth down the hall.

Eddie was quiet. You could feel his anxiousness.

" Bud?"

He looked at you.

" Whatever happens…we'll figure this out. Together."

He squeezed your hand and nodded.

13 hours later

Chrissy's mom came out and motioned for Eddie to go with her.

He squeezed your hand once more before following her.

One look at the baby and he knew. He was his. His heart sank. But at the same time he was relieved to know the truth.

He gave Chrissy a kiss on the head and went to hold his baby boy. Tears fell from his eyes. A mixture of happiness and sadness filled him.

A little while later he returned to the waiting room to find you talking to Jason.

You knew immediately from his face that Eddie now a son. It hurt. It hurt a hell of a lot. But you faked a smile and hugged him.

" He's- he's beautiful."

You nodded and smiled.

Jason got up and went to see Chrissy while you and Eddie sat back down.

He sighed. " I don't know what to say."

" There's nothing to say Eddie. Just be happy."

" I…I really thought he wasn't going to be mine."

" But he is. And now you need to be here…I'm gonna take Natalie home. It's her nap time."

Eddie didn't want you to leave. But you gave him a hug and he handed you the keys to the van.

"I love you."

You kissed his cheek and nodded. " I'll see you at home."

His heart broke watching you walk away from him. He hated that more than anything. Even though he wanted to go with you, he had to be with his baby.

…

Two weeks later Eddie had spent more time with Chrissy than he did with you. It was selfish but you wanted him to be at home. With you.

When he did come home he came to eat and sleep. Then he was gone before you woke up.

You felt so alone. Sure you had Paul and Robin. Even Steve and Gareth came around a lot once they found out that you and Eddie were together. But all you wanted was Eddie.

One weekend he finally came home with baby Liam.

You nearly cried seeing his big brown eyes.

" God curls. He's…so perfect."

Eddie grinned. "Wanna hold him?"

You looked at him with caution in your eyes.

"It's okay sweetheart. Chrissy doesn't mind."

You sat down and he placed baby Liam in your arms.

You fell in love instantly. " Hi monkey."

Liam cooed and smiled.

" Look at you." You sniffled.

Eddie sat closer to you and started rubbing your arms. " You okay?"

" Yeah. It's just the hormones." You wiped away your tears and looked at him. " I miss you."

He frowned a little. " I know. I miss you too. That's why I brought him today. I wanted to ask if he could stay with us sometimes. I hate not being here for you. And I don't want to be away from him."

" Is Chrissy okay with that?"

He pressed his lips together. " She doesn't really care."

" What's that supposed to mean?"

Eddie looked at Liam and frowned. " The only time she really spends with him is when he needs to be fed."

You turned to look at the beautiful little human in your arms. " Eddie, that's not okay…maybe she had postpartum."

" That's what I thought. But I don't know. It's like she doesn't want him."

That right there broke your heart. How could anyone not want this perfect little angel?

" Baby, I don't know if that's okay. I think she might need some help."

" She's with Jason. "

You were instantly pissed. " What?!"

He shook his head. " She said she needed some time. So she went to stay with Jason today."

" You're joking.'

He shook his head.

" What about his feeding schedule?"

" I-I have a couple of frozen bags of milk-"

" That's not gonna last him at all."

You looked at Eddie again and he looked like he was gonna cry. He also looked so tired. You immediately knew that you had to do something.

" Okay. This is what we're gonna do. First, I need you to leave me the bags of milk and go back to the apartment and get some extra clothes and blankets. Then go to the store and get a couple of cans of formula. Make sure it says for newborns. Then get diapers and fragrance free baby wipes."

" O-okay."

You cupped his face. " Together, remember?"

" Y-yeah. Anything else?"

You looked back at little Liam. " Whatever else we'll get it. Just be careful and come back. Don't freak out on me and take off again."

" I'm not leaving him." He kissed your temple. " Or you."

-

When he came back you were sitting in the nursing room. Rocking Liam back and forth.

You quickly put your finger to your lips.

Eddie then watched as you put Liam in the cradle he bought for your guy's baby. You then grabbed a baby monitor and walked with him to the living room.

" Baby's sleep a lot. So you should sleep when he sleeps." You whispered.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you and silently cried. "I-I don't know what I would've done without you."

You hugged him back. " Well good thing you have me huh?"

He chuckled lightly. " I love you."

"Promise?"

He looked at you and smiled softly. " Pinky."

…

Two months had gone by and Chrissy got over the initial shock of having a baby. You were seven months pregnant now.

It was awkward at first but then it became weirdly normal.

Eddie brought Liam home with him four nights a week and sometimes on the other days Chrissy would come over too.

Overall you guys became this unusual little family. Then the worst possible thing happened.

You had gone to Paul's house to babysit Natalie.

Ever since he found out that Eddie had a baby with Chrissy, he and Eddie have been on the outs. Paul didn't want Natalie around Eddie anymore, so you respected his decision and started watching her at his place.

You had gone upstairs to get her ready for the day, when all of a sudden you slipped on one of her toys and fell down the stairs.

You were unconscious for a few minutes until you heard Natalie crying.

-

Eddie was at Chrissy's when he got the call from your brother. He immediately went to the hospital. Paul was sitting outside the room when he ran up.

Paul looked up and Eddie knew. He knew that something terrible happened.

Paul tried to stop him from going in the room but Eddie pushed him away.

He froze when he saw you. Your arm was in a cast and you had bruises all over. The beeping from the monitor sounded so ominous.

He looked over the room and didn't see a bassinet.

That's when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

" She didn't make it. I'm…I'm so sorry."

Eddie's heart fell.

Paul's words echoed in his ears.

She?

…

@marsmunson86 @browneyes528 @erinsingalong @salenorona23 @emsgoodthinkin @eddie-is-a-god @manda-panda-monium

[angels--trumpet]

Some more flat girl 🐯

Cw: Cunnilingus, size kink, obsessive behavior, flat girlie🐯, NSFW

Goyuu of course

5️⃣ was very obvious with his obsession with 🐯, the little lady was nearly all he talked about unless he had to focus on work.

Which was rarely and usually he would sneak in a small comment about his lovely future wife.

Not girlfriend, 🐯 would be his no matter what, he already had a ring picked out and ready to go as soon as she said the word.

Getting to touch her skin was such a rush for 5️⃣, she had scars that dotted her body and raised the skin but it didn't matter to 5️⃣ he thought 🐯 was a goddess on earth.

Getting lucky enough to finally get her completely naked was the day 5️⃣ would have proudly say he could die with no regrets. That's a lie he can't die yet he needs to have at least 6 kids with this woman but that's for later right now he was looking down at 🐯 who laid naked on the silk sheets of his bed.

The light tan shade of her skin made the silvery scares stand out every more like stars on a night. He could see the tiger stripes of stretch marks dancing across her thick thighs and ass as well as around her arms where she had bulked up during her training as a sorcerer. Tiny dark pink nipples perking up under the cold air of the room, which was quickly covered by 🐯 hands.

5️⃣ hands ran up 🐯 legs, feeling the soft skin and bumps of scares there, his hands dwarfing her limbs in comparison in his hold as they dragged up to gently grip her wrists and pull them away from her chest. Leaning down to plant a kiss on the valley of her chest. 5️⃣ looked up through his long white lashes to see the flustered face of his lover, who seemed to be biting the inside of her cheek as she clenched her fist and fidgeted under him.

"None of that, no hiding from me."

He gave a smirk at the little squeak he received from 🐯 sliding back down her body to the target of tonight.

He can tell 🐯 had attempted to shave for tonight, but only enough to not be too long covering the soft mound in sparce dark hair

"Sorry sensei I should of-"

He quickly silenced 🐯 with immidetly shoving his mouth down between her thighs to find her clit and give it a quick kiss.

Her hips jerked up with a surprised little gasp, her hands quickly coming down to grab his hair exactly how he liked it.

One large hand wrapped around her thigh pulling it open to give 5️⃣ more space to work. 🐯 pussy had darker coloration, with his free hand he used his thumb to spread one side open enough for him to get a good look at his lover.

The color reminded him of the dark nude lipstick he had passed a few times while out shopping with 🐯, while the inside was a bit more pink in comparison to the outside.

The thought nearly made him laugh, but he held it in not wanting to make his love nervous, didn't want to miss his chance to shoved his face into her most intimate spot and take in her natural scent.

Drink her in.

5️⃣ pressed the flat on his tongue from her entrance to her clit, his arms wrapped around 🐯 thighs and moving them so they rest on his shoulders so she essentially was sitting on his face, feeling every small twitching and buck of her hips and clench of her thighs.

5️⃣ moaned eyes fluttering shut missing the flustered look on 🐯 face from both the feeling of this man's tongue and his reaction to just tasting her.

From there 5️⃣ could not be spoken too, sucking on her clit, one hand freed to press his long thick fingers into the small entrance of her cunt feeling the walls jump and clench at every harsh suck of her clit or jerk of his fingers. 🐯 could not keep her noises soft and minimal when the man under her was currently lost in her scent, trying to get her to scream for him.

5️⃣ eyes opened, looking up at his lover under the long white lashes as he crooked his fingers just a tad to drag over the spongy textured spot he knew was sensitive. With each drag out making 🐯 throw her head back and let out a gasp of his name while tightening her legs around his skull.

Like this he could hear the blood rushing under her skin, the sound of her heart beat racing as 5️⃣ brought her closer and closer to her peak.

He started to quicken his pace, gently dragging the front of his teeth over her clit every now and then to get her to hump agaisnt his face, encouraging the behavior as his other hand fell away from her thigh to grip at her ass pushing her hips closer. 🐯 body arching perfectly and with a scream of his name she came, her thighs trembling and keeping him in place as he slowed his fingers some to just a gentle rub to ease her down.

His cock rock hard in his boxers and pressed agaisnt the mattress they laid on leaving a mess on the cloth most likely.

But he will worry bout that later 🐯 comes first.

Litterally.

I wanted to add some breeding kink but It kinda slipped my mind a bit here xD just a tad on the size kink I point it out whenever I can tbh lmao

Anyway! more flat girly 🐯 because it needs love too!!

[sugarcherriess]

My period basically burst through the doors guns drawn like those old western movies and brought with it thoughts of alien Hoonie so here we go again 😞

After alien Hoonie took me onto his ship to take me back to his home planet, he started scolding me for even thinking about leaving him. After we’re in the air and he can set the ship on autopilot, he’ll throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and go towards our temporary bedroom. I’d be kicking and screaming like a little brat but all it took was a random tentacle piping out from nowhere and finding it’s way into my mouth to shut me up. He’d throw me onto the bed (in a room that somehow looks exactly like the room we shared on earth) and start tying me to the frame. He’d hold me down with a couple tentacles while tying each arm or leg (that one tentacle is still in my mouth) and tell me that if I would just stop being a brat and behave he wouldn’t have to be doing this. After I’m securely tied and we’re both fully naked, I feel some sweet sap-like liquid start to come out of the tentacle in my mouth. At first I try to hold off from swallowing, but eventually there was too much and I had to suck on the tentacle like Hoonie sucks on my cunt- Anyways! I start to calm down and fight less as the substance takes its effect. After a couple seconds though, I feel super horny. Like, I need a giant Hoonie cock or a hungry Hoonie mouth on or in my pussy NOW horny. As this is all taking effect, I feel two smaller tentacles make their way to my boobs and start sucking. There’s a doe eyed brat hoon giving his little angel smile before shoving himself face first into cunt. He’d get really into his licking, sucking, slurping, and tongue fucking. He’d be shaking his head and trying to get further into my cunt, so much do that I can barely handle it. Since I’m restrained though, I can do nothing as my stupid boyfriend take control of my entire body. Eventually when he has had enough cunt (there’s actually no such thing to him but he just wants to get to the main deed-) he lifts his cum smothered face up and starts to untie me. He’ll still hold me down, but he’ll give sweet little soothing kisses all over. He’ll start to put his fucking monster cock in me and take the tentacle out of my mouth and kiss me stupid. Now though, some of his aphrodisiac sap gets swallowed by him and I hear him r growl before he full force slams his cock into my abused little pussy. He’ll continue abusing my sweet little cunt for hours until he finally cums. When he cums, it’s like his cock doubles in girth and stretches me to my limits before it releases gallons of thick, hot, fertile cum into my womb. He’ll keep his giant cock in there until he’s sure the cum got where he needed it to be and then finally pulled out. “You remember all of those times we talked about kids, darling? Well I hope you know that this time is for real, and you’re gonna be giving birth to all of our little babies soon. You’re stuck with me angel, and your womb full of my babies is proof of that.”

- 🍞

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Interesting thoughts. Im only interested in them a normal amount yes

[jamalgripperton46290]

Getting Freaky On a Friday Night (Pico x Boyfriend)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N

•••

It was just another Wednesday afternoon, and Boyfriend was casually scrolling through Tiktok, nothin' special. That is, until he stumbled upon a brand-new tattoo parlor just a few blocks away from where he lived. "Sweet" he thought to himself, after all, he had been wanting a tattoo for a few years now, but he just didn't know where...

So he had the brilliant thought of asking the group chat on suggestions regarding the topic. Here's how it went:

Boyfriend: Hey guys im thinkin of gettin a tattoo in that new tattoo parlor but idk where suggestions?

Carol: Dude what happens if you accidentally put tinfoil in the microwave

Kapi: Get it on ur dick and then you can finally pull some bitches man 💀

Whitty: Carol please tell me u didnt put fucking tinfoil in the goddamn microwave

Garcello's Spirit: R u sure gettin a tattoo is a good idea little man?

Sussus Moogus: Im with kapi on dis one get it on ur tiny ass meat stick lol

Carol: Dude i see a flame in the microwave o shit

Whitty: CAROL WTF

Carol: Dude this is actually pretty sick i can summon daddy dearest or smn now 🍸🔥🔥😈😈😝😝

Kapi: Yeah i dare bf to get it on his tiny dingle dongle

Boyfriend: Fuck you kapi and dw youll be the first to see the tattoo on my double decker deek 💖🥰

And so, a text and throwing on the first t-shirt and grey sweatpants he could find, was all he had to do to set his journey on the quest of getting his 8-inch dick tattooed.

He settled on getting a dragon design to go all around his "MAGNUM DONG" when in reality, it was just a little above average sized, so nothing too special.

As he made his way to this new tattoo parlor, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, because obviously, having a fear of needles was brutal enough, but having a needle inject ink into your dick for who knows how long, was even worse. But Boyfriend was known for being bold and "cool" so he wasn't gonna let fear get the best of him, and he wasn't gonna chicken out on a dare just because he was being a reckless pussy amirite?

He mustered up the courage of opening the door of that darn tattoo parlor and found himself greeting the nice lady at the front desk and initiating in some small talk before sitting down at the waiting area down the small hall.

"Can a "Boyfriend" go to room 3 please?" a random lady scoffed.

This was it, there was no turning back (he kinda wanted to) but Boyfriend and his overly high ego said otherwise.

He slowly opened the door to see a ginger crouching down to pick up something that seemed like a pack of antiseptic wipes. Boyfriend couldn't help but stare at that juicy ass of his just waiting to be fucked (at least that's what he thought)

"Nice ass" Boyfriend blurted out, as he took a seat on the medical chair thingy (We don't know what it's called okay?)

"I beg your pardon?" Pico turned around to see a rather handsome looking shortie sitting at the medical chair thingy (Still don't know what it's called)

"It's got a juicy look to it, but voluptuous is really the word I'm looking for" Boyfriend then proceeded to shoot Pico an innocent wink which made Pico want to take his gun and shoot himself right in the face.

"Umm... I d-dont think I follow" Pico stuttered, as he tried to hide the bright shade of red forming upon his cheeks (the ones on his face, we're not getting to that part just yet)

"You're cute, what's your name?" Boyfriend asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Erm... It's Pico" Pico blurted out, not quite sure why the "Patient" was talking, well, more like flirting with him in the first place.

"E-either way, we gotta get to business" Pico stammered, as he took a seat on his chair, ready to type in this weird and excruciatingly handsome fellow's details on the computer.

"What type of business sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, especially proud of that one, he pulled like it was nothing #cool.

"Are you kidding me right now? I need your details you douche" Pico declared, getting a little impatient with this weird dude that was hot as fuck and also within cock-sucking range mind you.

"Oh... right" Boyfriend said, taking this a little more seriously (Like he was supposed to in the first place)

"I need your name and age" Pico groaned (Not in that way yet, just be patient little chickadees, it's almost here), as he just wanted this to end as soon as possible.

"Oh yeah, my name's Dick and I'm 19, single and ready to mingle honey" Boyfriend obviously joked, as he let out a chuckle.

"Ha, Dick, surely that explains a lot" Pico rolled his eyes and fixated them on the computer.

"Just pulling on your balls bae, my name's Boyfriend" The shorter of the two said.

"Dude, that's like somehow worse, it can't get any worse than this" Pico let out a laugh at the thought that this hottie had so much potential, and yet, his name was simply "Boyfriend", how pathetic.

"Okay, where do you want the tattoo huh?" Pico asked rather eagerly.

"Um, this is gonna sound a bit weird alright? But it's a dare, so like, I'm obviously doing it..." 

"I'm gonna tattoo my super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, my chode, cock, dick, meat stick-" Boyfriend was cut off mid-sentence.

"Stop, just stop. WHAT THE FUCK?!" Pico panicked at the thought of having to hold his dick while measuring, tattooing it, and all that jazz, he needed someone to pinch him right then and there, or else he really would bring out that gun and shoot himself.

"I would say you're rather excited though, aren't you sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, while also being super proud of that one, he was practically on flirting fire #doublecool

"You wish, you fucking dick" Pico mumbled, knowing damn well that Boyfriend was in fact correct, and he was just waiting for Boyfriend to stick his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" up his scrawny little hole (His words not mine)

"I don't even think that's even legal dude, lemme ask my manager" Pico scoffed rather disgusted.

And so Pico did the awkward task of asking his manager if it was in fact legal to tattoo someone's dick. And much to his demise, it was, but they would have to dispose of the tools that came in contact with his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" for obvious hygiene reasons and sanitary measures.

"Somehow in fucking hell, it fucking is legal and allowed in here" Pico growled as he spoke to Boyfriend.

"Fuck yes! It's gonna be epic dude!" Boyfriend cheered, breaking out of his flirtatious character towards Pico.

"Whatever, get on the medical bed thingy" (I don't know what the fuck it's called so y'all are just gonna have to deal with it m'kay? Thnx <3)

And so, Boyfriend eventually did, taking his baggy, blue jeans and boxers off for Pico to "Inspect" the soon-to-be tattooed area.

"If you don't mind me saying, I expected it to be bigger than this" Pico giggled as he shot Boyfriend a somewhat of an intimidating look that screamed 'Dude wtf like ew'.

"Like yours is any bigger hon" Boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes at Pico

Pico eventually measured it and broke into a fit of laughter.

"Eight inches? Really? I know mine's at least ten dude" Pico teased.

"Please, don't lie to yourself sugar, but if you want..." Boyfriend eventually came to a halt and trailed off.

"If I want, what?" Pico wondered.

"I could measure yours just to be sure it is in fact "Ten inches" like you said it was" Boyfriend smirked as he said so, but of course, no homo though...

Fuck it man, yes homo, Boyfriend was already getting hard at the feeling of Pico's cold fingertips touching his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" and he wanted nothing more than to fuck this ginger's voluptuous and juicy ass.

"F-fuck... y-yes please" Pico moaned at just the sight of his rather average "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" but it was quite thick in size, and that was enough to make Pico's friend downstairs want to rise from the dead (iykyk)

The two passionately smashed their lips together and felt nothing but a strong wave of lust wash over them. A part of Pico was saying that sex at a fucking tattoo parlor wasn't exactly the best idea. But fuck it, buttfuck it, because Pico was just desperate, he longed for the touch of Boyfriend and wanted nothing other than him.

A simple kiss soon turned into a heated makeout sesh - suckin face if you may. Tongue and everything it was filled with passion, lust, affection and pure love. Kissing in a tattoo parlor with some hot hunka meat you just met, super cliche right? But cha live in the moment ma dudes. 

A few minutes later, Pico grabbed Boyfriend's man pole as Boyfriend squirmed in the medical chair thingy and met with Boyfriend's black world-consuming orbs earning a small whimper from Boyfriend. Slowly, he started licking Boyfriend's tip which was already leaking out in pre-cum while Boyfriend was squirming under Pico's strong, cold grip. He trailed his tongue down Boyfriend's length as Boyfriend let out small moans and groans of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Pico took him all in with a yelp from Boyfriend. Bobbing his head up and down and dragging his tongue around his width, licking, sucking and kissing all over Boyfriend's chode. Boyfriend was rolling his hips unable to contain the immense pleasure bubbling up inside him like a simmering stew on high heat.

Pico couldn't help but smirk at how out of control he made Boyfriend feel. Serves him right for earlier. "Where's the 'Mr. tough guy' at?" Pico asked slyly. "You miss him?" Boyfriend managed to blurt out. "Not necessarily " Pico mumbled.

"I'm gonna I-" Boyfriend moaned out. "I know babe let it out " Pico murmured. "Fuuuucccckkkkkk-" Boyfriend spoke barely over a whisper, warm liquid filled Pico's mouth and he obvs swallowed it all.

"Wanna 69?" Boyfriend asked coyly.  "Uh yeah... s-sure " Pico stuttered getting nervous in the presence of Boyfriend's flirtatious side again. As soon as Pico replied, he smacked his juicy, voluptuous, curvaceous, busty, opulent, well-proportioned, luscious ass. Pico moaned at the action and not noticing Boyfriend had moved.

Without warning, he went all in taking him whole. Pico might have had small dick energy, but he was the exact opposite when it came to times like these. Hot, wet and loud were the words to describe the tattoo parlor room, both of their moans bouncing of the room's walls as they sucked each other off. Pico suddenly stopped which made Boyfriend supa confused, so confused, he didn't even notice Pico behind him until he felt all of his dingle in his ass.

"F-fuck Pico-" Boyfriend blurted, as Pico slowly rolled his hips. "What babe c'mon use your words" Pico groaned seductively in Boyfriend's ear as he picked up the speed. "F-fuck you feel s-so good" Boyfriend splattered "I know babe" Pico admitted. His thrusts getting harder and faster, their skin clapping together getting louder and more pleasingly painful.

"I can't take it anymore P-pico" Boyfriend said as he gasped for air. "Yes you can baby, I know you can" Pico replied reassuringly. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK PICO" Boyfriend screamed as he was screaming without the s (iykyk). Pico finished after him with a loud, deep groan. "It's my turn now Pico, get on all fours before I make you" Boyfriend whispered in his ear slightly nibbling on his ear lobe. 

Pico fought against letting out a moan and slowly went on all fours. "If you ain't gonna do it yourself  *smack* I'm gon do it myself". He flipped Pico over and went all in. Plunging in and out of Pico's asshole, Boyfriend was goin at full speed and wasn't holding back at all. And holy shit, Pico would be lying if he said Boyfriemd was mediocre. Pico's soft moans and Boyfriend's deep groans filled the room and were the only thing to be heard within a mile's radius.

Apart from their skin clapping and the squeaking of the medical bed thing. "You like it baby?  Does my Magnum Dong feel good penetrating your ass?" Boyfriend whispered seductively. He only got a moan in response "I need words Pico" Boyfriend whispered. "Yes fucking, hell yes!" Pico moaned out. "Good" Boyfriend muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck, fuuuuuccccckkkkkk" Boyfriend groaned as he released his load.

"Sit down Pico "Boyfriend spoke. The second Pico sat down, Boyfriend got on his knees and got to work. Sucking every part and gagging anything and everything Boyfriend could do he did until they were both out of breath.

Soon later, Pico did Boyfriend's tattoo and got it 4 free! 

He should really thank Kapi sometime.

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A/N

Word count: 2203 words

Haiiiii partay peoples! Omfgggg this chapter was super fun to write and we both died multiple times throughout the whole process of writing and editing this chapter. Btw Beezy wrote the first half (Up until da smashing their lips togetha part lmao) and ofc Jamal wrote the bottom half (The makeout sesh all the way to the end) and they tried their best, so why not follow em? Hope you guys liked reading this as much as we loved writin it <3 Stay tuned ma dudes the chapters get even better y'all.

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2022 Picnic

Wendy takes Dipper to a very special park...

written for @smutember

requested by anon 

This story is for adults only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

“Ah, isn’t this magical Dipper?” Wendy asked her husband. She and Dipper were sitting in the middle of a park, having a picnic.  

Dipper gulped. “Well it’s certainly something.” Dipper blushed. And the blush was all over his body. And one could tell it was all over his body as he was completely naked. As was Wendy and everyone else in the park. “I have no idea how you talked me into this.”

“Come on Dipper.” Wendy took a deep breath. “Feel that fresh air all over your body. Just as nature intended.” They were at the Happy Wood Naturist Resort, a very exclusive place where one could walk around naked as the day one was born.

Dipper silently grumbled to himself as he made a sandwich. A giggle from behind drew his attention. A woman was gently squeezing her girlfriend’s breast. Dipper turned his head to give the two ladies some privacy but across from him two men were stroking each other.

“Wendy, where the hell did you bring us?”

She gave a sly grin. “It took me months to find a naturist resort was open minded as I am. One that would let us have the maximum amount of fun.”

Dipper didn’t need to guess what ‘fun’ his wife was talking about. In fact several of the other couples were already engaging in that kind of fun as they speak.  “Wendy…”

“Shush. Just relax and let the pleasure over take you.”

Her hand wrapped around his cock as she started stroking him. The noise from his own breaths were overshadowed by the groans and hips slapping against each other. Dipper focused on the feeling of his wife’s hand on his manhood, her breath on his neck. He was fully erect.

Dipper figured he should return the favor. His fingers went into her pussy, going through her wild unkempt bush. “I-I take it, this is why you had the kids stay with Ma-Mabel?”

Wendy nodded. “Ah-hum.” She let go of his cock. Presenting her freckled ass to him, she said “Take me Dipper. Let them see you fuck me.”

He held on to her hips and guided his thick, girthy dick into his wife’s ready cunt. Her breasts shook with each thrust her husband gave her. Wendy could see the eyes of the other park guests staring at her.

“Dipper, Dipper, they’re looking at me. They can-they can see me.”

Dipper continued thrusting into her. “Yeah, that’s right baby. They can.”

Wendy was panting like a bitch in heat. It wasn’t long until she came; her walls spasming around Dipper’s cock. The red head screamed and moaned. As her body shook, Dipper kept thrusting deep within her. He could feel his own orgasm building. He knew his wife enough to know what she wanted these people to see.

He pulled his cock out and bent her over. Aiming at her ass, he came. Coating her in his hot and messy seed. He stroked himself as he continued cumming all over Wendy. As Dipper came down from this high, he remembered where he was and who else was here.

He sat back down, sitting cross legged, hands over his crotch blushing furiously. Wendy continued laying on her stomach, catching her breath, her cum stained ass free for all to see. “Thanks Dip. I love you.”