#for my tongue i dont have to worry too much since i bit it off because i cant ever stop biting the tip of my tongue when im anxious lol

[rottingcompost]

Accidentally got super glue on my lips and tongue. Im fine I just have no feeling on the right side of my lips and the tip of my tongue.

In other news i fixed my phone case :)

[monicahar]

“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔

[barleyo]

If ur in twd fandom I would loveee a Daryl dixon age gap fic!! Just him being disgusting over taking her first time? Just a major power imbalance between them. Dont do this if ur uncomfy ofc!! Stay safe bookie <33

Men Who Are Older.

Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: cried happy tears at this request, i LOVE daryl, he's so yummy. dirty old men foreverrrrr!!! i haven't seen all of twd and it's been a while since i've watched it, so this could be super ooc for all i know!! sorry it's short, i wanted to get all my ideas down quickly :3

Tags: LARGE age gap (18-19 and late 40-ish), power imbalance, coercion, p in v, loss of virginity, allusion to anal, creepy old man behavior (ugh i luv it)

Wordcount: 1.2k

You found yourself often visiting Daryl in his tent later in the night when you couldn't sleep. He tried to act like it annoyed him, like your presence was a nuisance to him, but it wasn't. You weren't the most irritating person he had to deal with day-to-day. You were polite enough for your age, you didn't mess around and snoop through his shit. You didn't judge him.

Most importantly, though, you were attractive. There wasn't much hot, young tail to chase around the camp. He liked to think you were his reward for living through hell every day. Nothing like eye candy at the end of the night to ease a hardened man's stress.

It was like most nights when you entered his tent, not bothering to announce yourself. Daryl looked up from the pocket knife he had been mindlessly flicking to eye you down. 

"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" 

"Yeah, right," you said, taking a casual seat on his bedroll. "What're you doing?"

He clicked his tongue at you on his bed, but sighed and ignored it. "Nothing. Too damn late to do anythin' important."

"Want to chit-chat, then?" You rested your hands on your knees, hoping he would soothe your boredom.

"Do I wanna 'chit-chat'?" Daryl flicked his knife closed and tucked it in his back pocket. "If you wanna chat, why don't you go do it with someone else? You don't have friends your age?" 

"I used to." He didn't say anything, just flattened his mouth at your rebuttal. "We're friends though, aren't we?"

Crossing his arms, he let out a hum. "Whatever you want, kid. Sure. We're real pals."

You spoke about whatever came to your mind for the next however-many minutes with him. Mostly just you babbling on, but it didn't bother him. You could run off at your mouth all you wanted, gave him all the excuse to stare you down and look a little too closely at places he knew he shouldn't.

Eventually, you got on the topic of things you missed about life before. Things you wished you got to experience, things you were slowly starting to forget about.

"I didn't even get to properly lose my virginity before this shit took over," you complained, now laying on Daryl's bed like it was your own. "It really bites, man." 

His eyes widened a bit, arms falling to his legs from their crossed position. 

"Wait, what'd y'say?" 

"Huh? Oh, I didn't get to have sex with anyone before the outbreak," you repeated, not caring to turn to face him while you spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'll die before I get any." 

So many things rushed through Daryl's head at that moment. A virgin? You? It wasn't exactly surprising, you weren't old enough for it to be a shocking thing to hear, but the thought really intrigued him. Made him wonder.

It gave him an idea, and lord knows dirty, old men have even dirtier ideas stewing in their minds.

"That bother you?" 

You finally turned your head over to look at him, eyes looking conflicted.

"I guess, a little. There are bigger things to worry about, but I feel like I'm missing out," you said while trying your best to sound nonchalant. "It's not much of a priority, under the circumstances, you know."

Oh, how wrong you were. It very much was a priority, an urgent one at that. 

"Never know. Could happen, if y'really wanted. Don't rule it out completely," he advised, wiping his face with the back of his palm. "Maybe some younger man might find his way here. Could be an opportunity." 

"Nah, I couldn't go for that. I don't wanna be inexperienced and have to deal with an equally inexperienced guy too. That'd be like hell," you joked.

"Sounds like you want an older man, then."

He called on every guardian angel he had in that moment, praying for you to take the bait. Just one chance, damn it, he wasn't asking for much.

"Yeah, guess so." You made eye contact with him for a brief second, before flitting your eyes around in embarrassment. "Listen, it's getting late, I should go." You pushed yourself up, ready to head back to your family.

Daryl stood from his seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

"I don't mind," he said, dancing around the answer to the question you didn't yet ask. "I know my fair share."

"Those don't sound like sounds a virgin'd make," he teased. He loved how you sounded. Straight from a porno, just shameless cries and squeals. "You sure you ain't did this before?"

He watched the back of your head shake 'no' while his hand guided along the arch in your spine. Took you a while to learn to keep your head down and ass up, but damn it if you didn't put the knowledge to work quickly.

"Am I supposed to be dizzy?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets under you.

Daryl chuckled softly, slamming your hips back on him. "Yeah, if the guy's doin' it right. Feel good?"

Your hands clenched the fabric you were laying on, digging into it roughly.

"I think? I—I dunno, 's just so much."

Being the man he was, Daryl took that as a challenge. He flipped you over on your back, cock still rocking into you. He sped up, letting his movements get sharper. 

"C'mon," he muttered gruffly, trying to urge you to place your legs on his shoulders, "you gonna be this much of a problem for the next guy?"

You gave your weak legs a kick, wrapping them around his neck so the shaking wouldn't roll them off his shoulders. 

"No, no," you whined, groping your tits to keep your hands busy, "don't want another guy. He won't be as good as you, Dar." 

How the hell could a few little words get him ramped up even more? He knew you probably didn't mean it, horny girls said whatever their pussies wanted them to say, but the way he fucked you made you believe your own words.

"Yeah? I ruined ya for other guys already?" 

The stark difference between his now softer tone and rougher thrusts confused your brain in the best ways possible. You couldn't focus on just one aspect of him: Daryl was everywhere. In your brain, in your heart, in the very blood flowing through your veins— and, of course, inside of you. 

It was too much, all of it. 

Your walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in like a vacuum. The clenching of your walls over his dick sent him over the edge, barely leaving him enough time to pull out. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a moan while he jerked himself the rest of the way off, coating your tired pussy with his cum. 

"You didn't cum inside, did you?" You sat up quickly, scooting back a bit. 

Daryl let out a huff. "I'm not an amateur, I know how to pull out."

"Just checking," you mumbled, lying back down on his bedroll, head nuzzling into the pillow.

You felt his dick push up against your ass, prodding between your cheeks.

"I could show you a way that'll make sure no idiot douchebags get ya knocked up," he offered, head desperately tapping against your asshole, "if you want."

A soft sigh came from your chest as you pushed your ass back on him.

"You're an eager teacher, y'know."

[mondaymelon]

OMGGG what about the tall genshin men reacting when u suddenly distance urself from them, but they dont know its bc of something they said? feel free to edit n modify this as much as ud like :3

₊˚ෆ "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄…" | diluc, childe, kaveh x gn!reader

art by @/kongqingkoqi on twitter! (not too sure on who you meant by tall characters, so i just chose a couple males with the tall model~ thank you for your request!)

— cw: angst + comfort ? injury (diluc), ngl reader is kinda a bitch in childe's but it was the only way i thought up of of making the situation work so. lmao. cries

[ Perhaps it was the winter cold that had bit him so, or perhaps it was merely a gloom that had briefly descended upon him. Either way, an unfortunate slip of the tongue has wounded you, yet they themselves remain unaware. ]

"Love?"

DILUC's eyes are round with worry, and his concerned gaze sweeps over you - from your crestfallen form, and then to your eyes that shy away from his. Ever since he had returned to the estate after being out of business since morning, you've been avoiding him, not wishing to speak a single word to his self and not even bothering to spare him a fleeting glance.

At first, it was bearable. Perhaps you just had had a long day and wanted some alone time, no? It was always a possibility, that is, until he saw your smiling self as you busied yourself in chatting away with the maids, and most importantly, that brother of his.

What had he done to warrant such treatment? You loved him, that he was sure of. Otherwise, you would've rejected him, wouldn't you? You wouldn't have let him take your hand and bring it to his lips ever so slowly, pressing a kiss into your knuckles?

"Love, I... I'm sorry. Please, tell me what I did wrong." His voice contains a shred of his desperation, and his crimson eyes only hold you in their gaze. You, who had broken past his carefully crafted walls and rekindled the flame that had long since been extinguished within his heart. "If it's something I did, if it's something I said-"

“Diluc, you…” Your quiet voice ebbs to silence as your eyes glance away, landing on everything except for the red-haired man before you, whose broad shoulders give the slightest tremor. The darkness in your expression, the displayed hurt… Ah.

Diluc’s weary mind raced, recollecting the hasty conversation from this morning, when dawn had yet to break and he had arrived home, coat blazing, skin littered in bruises and still-bleeding cuts. You had rushed out of your bedroom, still in your night garments, panicking over the wounds that covered his body and the red that blackened his already dark clothes. In a strained voice, eyes wide and frantic, you had called for the maids, only for Diluc to forcibly shush you, steadying himself on shaky legs.

“Love, what happened, what were you doing and how did-??”

“It doesn’t concern you.” His tone is low, tired. “Stay out of this, you won’t be able to offer any assistance anyhow.”

Begrudgingly, the man recalled his absolute exhaustion, having just returned after a bloody night of battling monsters, muscles sore and crying for relief. There was no need for your concern, his cuts would mend and his wounds would heal. Yet he hadn’t meant for his words to come out so harsh, for his tongue to pierce you in the way it had.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind when I said that- I just... I just didn't want you to be hurt also... If I'm injured, those wounds will fade with time, but I.."

His words trail off, replaced with your silence - a voiceless agreement, one that Diluc takes as an answer. Holding both your hands in his gloved ones, it's somehow easy to feel his fiery warmth despite his cold demeanor. Cold... was it really so? The male's eyes shone, and then you were in his arms, tightly intertwined.

"..I don't know what I would do if harm were to befell you, love..."₊˚ෆ

"Love!"

CHILDE's playful smile fades at its corners as you walk past him, the way you're failing to even acknowledge his presence painfully apparent. "Hah... what's with you today?" Another absence of a response. You dash your way out of his sight, and he's left alone in the dark living room, a half-smile still on his features. The fuck?

Okay, maybe it was just one of those days. There had been several since the start of the relationship, and the harbinger offered his utmost understanding. Sometimes people just felt like shit, and didn't feel like doing shit, and he could understand that to some extent.

There, mystery solved, yeah? Ah, but just one problem, how come you had been completely fine just an hour before? He had the day off, and so did you, so there was a mutual agreement to just stay home and laze about in one another's presence - yet it was only nearing lunchtime and you had already given him the cold shoulder? For what..? You hadn't even gone outside or did anything today-

Oh. Then he had to have been the problem. He raps his knuckles on your bedroom door, but it's really his bedroom too, and is bold enough to poke his head through the frame without waiting for your confirmation, a hesitant grin decorating his lips. "Love, I'm sorry- for ah... whatever you disliked...?"

You're sat at your desk, weariness evident in your darkened eyes. "Childe, do you find me someone who needs to be protected?"

He blinks. "...What?"

"Childe, do you really just want to spend the entire day lying around?" Snapping your fingers, your eyes lit up with sparkles. "We should go to a cafe or something for lunch, maybe, and then-"

"Why through go all the effort? We're staying home because I thought you wanted to, aren't we?"

"Not to that extent Childe... if you were with friends, what would you be doing? Not sitting on the couch all day, I hope?" A sheepish smile crossed your face.

"Hmm.. friends... I suppose we'd duel...?"

"Then-"

"Nope, no way am I dueling with you, you're way too weak, love, that's why I gotta protect you, hm?"

He immediately shakes his head at your words, almost frantic. "W- No, I didn't mean it in that way, love. You're capable, it's just that... Well- you don't have a vision, or a weapon, or-"

"Childe." Not your usual 'love', a bright smile on your lips, and he flinches just the slightest at the sight. "We're in a relationship. I don't want to be in a give all take all relation, you know? I.. I want to be independent, I want you to rely on me sometimes too... I just feel like sometimes I'm just such a burden to you and-"

"A burden?" His eyes widen, features instantly shadowing with disbelief at your words.

You, a burden? Such a thing couldn't possibly be. The warmth that you had granted him, the delicate arms that had held him in its hold, the lips that had whispered such affections and pressed kisses on his skin-

"No, love. You are not a burden, not when you are someone who makes life worth living." ₊˚ෆ

"Love...?"

KAVEH's in instant full blown panic mode, the dark bags under his eyes especially evident with how wide they've grown. "H-Hey, are you okay?" Of course, something wasn't okay - otherwise, why would you be ignoring him like this? But his sleepless mind has grown frantic, and he's desperate for relief. His hand latches onto yours before you can disappear into another room, holding onto your wrist loosely enough to not seem forceful. "Ah..."

He'd moved without thinking, almost as if on instinct, and now that you had glanced back with something colder in your gaze, that same urge told him not to let go. "I, I'm sorry!" For what exactly, he wouldn't even be able to tell a soul, yet the words seemed to have done the trick, as your feet pause in the middle of a step away from him, hesitance clear in your expression.

"For what, Kaveh?"

Shit, he's fucked. This was it, all the all nighters and hours of laborious planning and calculations had led to this one moment... His mind was spurred into action as his mouth sputtered useless stutters and... oh, could it be?

"Kaveh, you should go to sleep, it's already so late, and you haven't gotten a good rest in days, love..." Your concerned tone rang clearly in his ears, but he shook the words away, his disheveled form only focusing on the work before him, the endless tasks he had yet to complete.

"No, I... I can't. Love, could you brew me a cup of coffee, the extra strong kind? Thank you..." He gave his sleepy eyes a rub, completely missing the look that had flitted across your face in that moment.

Your sigh invades his flashbacks, and you look completely done with him, brows furrowed a fraction and lips drawn into a thin line. "Kaveh, please, for the love of the archons, take some better care of yourself."

"...Ah?"

Suddenly, your tone had shifted in the span of a half second, and instead of the angry gaze he had expected, it was more so... scolding. Concern. "Close that jaw of yours, Kaveh, how come you look so surprised? I've told you this time and time again, you need rest!"

An accusing finger was pointed in his direction, the bearer someone he was certainly very familiar with. "Well, it's a big project, I have to finish it by next week and there's barely any time, so I need to-"

"-And how can you possibly plan on functioning if you haven't gotten any sleep?"

Curses, a valid argument. Kaveh slowly held up his empty hands in defeat, chuckling sheepishly. So this was about him, and not you? Thank the archons, for a second he had thought he had messed up big time-

"That look of yours, you better not be thinking what I think you're thinking! And, besides..." You glanced at the ground, as if suddenly reluctant to speak another word. "I was waiting for you so we could sleep together..."

...An angel? Was that who was before him?

"I-I'm sorry... I promise I'll take better care of myself and... you won't have to wait for me, tonight. I'll turn in early, love." ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) not all that proud of this one. but here. sigh

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[aothotties]

Church Boy!Armin as your sneaky link

Since we did JJK men as your sneaky link, we've decide to do the same with AOT!

Warnings: MDNI, swearing, mentions of Christianity, mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie.

Word Count: 945

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You had no intentions of ever fucking this man. You’ve known him for years and never once thought of him in that way 

Ever since you were younger Armin has been a good boy. Always following the rules and never getting in trouble 

In college he started going to church, and before you knew it, he was a goody-two-shoes church boy. He was always trying to convince everyone to go to church with him 

He would often send out bible verses, and would even bring his bible to outings with everyone.

You loved Armin, but church wasn’t for you. With your many tattoos and piercings, you felt out of place. So you never went. 

Armin would always try and convince you to go, saying things like, “God says come as you are.” and things like that; but like i said, it just wasn't for you. 

Out of nowhere, Armin stopped nagging you to go. You thought you were finally off the hook. That is, until he started showing up to your door saying he wanted to have bible study with you.

At first, you repeatedly told him no but eventually gave in. You would sit and listen to him read. Explaining everything to you and then moving on with your day. You thought nothing of it… but Armin? It meant a whole lot to him. Not just because he was so into the bible, but because he was so turned on by you. 

He couldn't explain it. The way you sat there and listened, the tattoos on your body, the piercings, the way your lips glistened from the gloss; it was too much for him. 

He couldn't understand how he could let himself be provoked to sin, but he couldn't stop.

He started touching himself to the thought of you, he was ashamed but he was so enamored he refused to stop. 

One day he came to your house, and as you peaked over his shoulder to read he leaned in to kiss you. 

You were beyond shocked. 

Armin?? Good boy, church-loving Armin had his tongue in your mouth right now? You couldn’t believe it, but that one kiss lead to him pushing you against the wall and fucking you, and ever since, your bible studies turned into body studies 

“y/n, fuck”, he whined as he kissed you 

Today the bible didn't even get opened before he pounced on you. He climbed on top of you and started kissing you passionately. His tongue was intertwined with yours. He was grinding his hard dick against your core.

Today you got curious and decided to ask him what he was doing 

“Wait Armin”, you said.

He stopped, fearing he did something wrong.

“Is everything okay? Did I do too much?” he questioned, with worry present in his eyes.

“No, you didn't do anything wrong, but… what are we doing? Aren't you super religious? Why do you keep coming over here to have sex with me”, you questioned 

He stared at you, shocked by your question, but also feeling guilty.

“I dont know. Y/N you just do something to me”, he said as he moved closer to you. 

“Something about you drives me insane. You're like a vixen, I think about you constantly.” He leaned over and started kissing you again.

“If this sends me to hell, so be it.” he said between kisses, “You're my favorite sin.”

Armin started removing your clothes and his kisses trailed down to your neck. He bit on your sweet spot causing you to moan.

He got both of your clothes off and lined his cock up to your cunt. He kissed you passionately before sliding in. 

“Fuck- feels so good.” he whispered in your ear.

He pressed his body weight onto you and continuously slammed his hips into yours.

As sweet and fragile as he was, you couldn't lie. Armin had a big dick and knows how to use it.

His tip was hitting your g-spot causing you to moan.

He took one of your legs and lifted it over his shoulder, causing his dick to reach deeper inside you.

“A-armin-” you moaned out. 

Hearing you moan his name made him go even harder, bullying his cock deep inside you.

The wet squelching noises were filling the room, and both of your bodies were covered in sweat. The whole time Armin never took his eyes off you. 

He was completely enamored by you; the way your eyes glazed over, the way your breasts bounced, the way your mouth looked while you moaned his name, he couldn't get enough of you.

He placed your other leg on his shoulder and pushed your knees to your chest. The new angle caused tears to form in your eyes.

“Right there-fuck I’m gonna cum!” you whined. 

Armin picked up the pace.

“Yeah baby, cum for me!” he responded.

He threw his head back from your walls squeezing him, and Armin approached his own high.

“Fuck!” he groaned out. 

His thrust got sloppy, and you knew he was close. 

“Yeah baby, cum with me!” you said to him.

Your legs shook and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your whole body got warm, and your orgasm washed over you. 

You came on his dick, soaking his thighs and abdomen, and seconds later you felt his warm seed fill you to the brim.

He laid there on top of you for a few seconds before finally getting off. 

“That um- that was great.” he said. 

“I know.” you said, as you slipped your clothes back on, and he did the same.

“So-” he said, “...um yeah 1st Corinthians, chapter 3, verse 6.”

Rachel

[br4tphobia]

mothers day . ♱ connie springer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Wc : 2,9k, Plug bby daddy! Connie x fem! reader, written with black woman in mind, idccc connie tanned !!!, connie being a sweet heart 🥹, connie callin the reader hella petnames, snuck in a lil bit of headcannons here n there!! , uses of baby, ma, mama and more, connie sneakin ina lil jokey joke, you/your pronouns used ! (not proofread, forgive me if u see any spelling mistakes.) NS4W + sex w/ some plot, passionate sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (r receiving), breeding kink (ig .), fingering (r receiving) marking, missionary, pussy whipped connie !!, creampie and slight overstimulation .

✧˖*° vals note + this was lowkey ass n short (all of my work is) but hey ,, js a lil sumn thats late for mothers day, love everything yall do for yall children !!

its mothers day. the day where mothers are appreciated by children for what their mothers have did for them. you and connie have been dating for a while, only have one child, ava. life is perfect as it is and you wouldnt trade anything for it .

“boy what are you planninggg !”

your glossy lips pout dramatically, a blindfold covering your eyes and he guides you by your waist. “jus’ know its for you.” you suck your teeth, “well duh .. since you plannin all this shit, where ava?” “dont worry about allat, she with mikasa.” a exaggerated sigh fell from your lips, eager to see what ever hes gonna show you. “bae you scarin me ..” he leaves a reassuring grip on your waist and plants a kiss on your neck. “nothin to be scared about, now watch yo step. we going up the stairs .” “cant watch my step if im blind folded ~” “exactly why im here.” you cant help but feel yourself warm all over, his hands cupping around your waist, smooth tone of his voice, his audible accent.

when you both make it up the stairs which seems like forever, he removes one hand off your waist to open the door, “keep the blind fold on til i say you can take it off .” a small “ok..” leaves past your tongue, you fidget with your fingers nervously — connie doesnt do surprises like that ; but when he did, it was scary. “igh..take it off.” “papi, can you do it.. im nervous.” a small chuckle erupts from his chest, undoing the tie behind your head — before taking it off “ready, ma?” he questions you. you nod your head as a yes quickly, the darkness covering your vision fades away ; the blind fold dropped. your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, “happy mothers day.” your eyes immediately widen along with a gasp. rose petals along the floor leading to the bed traced into a heart with red ballons reaching the ceiling with pictures of you, connie and ava hanging at the end. designer bags sitting infront of the pillows. such as Chanel, Louis vuitton and prada.

your eyes swell up at the scene. “you didnt..” holding your head up, trying to prevent those tears that’s threatening to fall. he pulls you into a hug, “i did. i love you and appreciate you for everything you did for this family.” whispering in your ear while he rubs circles on your back. “i-i love you too..thank you.” “save those tears mama, lets see yo gifts.” he grabs your arm and leads you to the bed. he watches you intensely as you smile from joy at the gifts, thats all he wants. to see you happy in life. “con..! i swear you’re too good to me!” your pretty face beaming, holding up the beautiful louis vuitton bag. tracing over the LV monogram logo ever so lightly. “you like it mama?” “i love it, baby, thank you. so so much !” his polished whites shine in your face from your response.

laying with him close after opening your gifts you catch him staring at you, the longer he looked at you, the more he fell in love. hell, even if you both are screaming at each other out of anger. “you ok..?” — “you're so pretty.” he's so confident in what he says you hate it, it always folds you. he's not afraid of thinking he's doing too much for you, flat out treating you like a princess more than he does his baby girl. he grabs your chin before your could respond and presses his lips against yours, you kiss back. your hand snaking up his neck, scratching his nape lightly with your solid baby pink nails. he tilts his head to the side to get more access to your lips, his tongue going past your teeth, tongues swirling around whilst he holds you still with his hand on your neck. lifting you up a bit to help you onto his lap. he groaned into your mouth as he pulled you on top of him, straddling his body. your tongues ran over each other so passionately, pulling away every other second to catch your breath.

he utters sweet compliments between every clash of lips, he always knows what to say to you. your plush thighs sit on his with your back arched, the kiss only getting deeper, his hands slid down to your hips and rocked them back and forth. you feel his hard on bump on your clothed clit causing you to moan, gaining the muscle memory of grinding ontop of him, you pull away from the kiss at the pleasure. “jus’ like that mama..” soft groans were shared through the room together from both mouths. til the point where he was leaking in his own pants he turns you in your back, swiftly scooting down to your thighs. he gave you a look of consent, you nod slightly, lowering the band of your shorts that you’ve been teasing connie with all day. his veiny hands pull both your shorts and underwear down in a swift motion.

you let out a light gasp at the cold air mixing with your hot core, you push your thighs together from the cold. “aht aht.. lemme see that pussy, keep those legs open ma..” his hand slid in-between your thigh and part them together. he licked his lips before diving in. he spat down on your core, slurping it up almost instantly. he runs his tongue over your folds, his nose bumping your clit — sending a shock wave to your pit of your stomach. “mm..con..” honey sweet moan fills his ears, your hand resting on his head whilst yours grip the sheets. placing sloppy kisses on your pussy, this man was eating you out like it was his very last meal of his life. slurping, smacking, and gulping down your slick, he knows he can eat pussy and tales advantage of it. “fuck..i love the way you eat this pussy papi..” your voice is breathy, more moans are formed and exhaled out of your mouth.

you rut your hips against his face, your juices running down his face dripping onto the silk sheets. you love seeing connie like this — hungry for you. the way he groans into your pussy at your taste, having his own make out session with your folds ; tongue fucking you ever so deliciously. "im gonna cum baby.." you roll your head back, waiting for your orgasm. every lick and plunge from his tongue brings you closer to the edge – god, you haven’t felt like this for while since ava was born. Everything starts to feel tingly and intense, he was desperate for you. “cmon.. make a mess on my face, mama.” Muttered through his messy mouth full of your arousal, you see white spots as soon as the pit in your stomach boils over. “mm shit babyy!” clawing at his dyed hair, shaking legs, broken moans, all that just by his mouth.

he made sure not to let a drop spill after pulling away, he charmingly smiles against your cum stained thighs, giving them a peck. “still with me, mama?” “ yea..” your voice is breathy, and rasp. Recovering from you recent orgasm, “ight, lift your arms .” his hands curve to your back as you do as he says. The shirt going over your head and dropping them back to your sides. “can I” he looks you dead, then trailing down to your laced bralette, hinting to take it off . “mhm” is your immediate response, feeling his slim tattooed fingers clip your bra of your chest. your nipples harden to the exposed surface of the air, “you gon lemme suck em ?” he raises a eyebrow, his tone teasing. you smile at his idiotic comment “oh my god.. yes…” connie hums at your quiet response, “yes, con. you can.” not even processing your answer he latches his mouth on your nipple like hes some type of leech. the warm wetness of his mouth soaking your nipple, whilst his other hand massages the other one — you let out quiet whines as hes twisting and pinching on it.

“imma prep you, ok, pretty?” hes slightly inaudible but you can still understand. he sliding his hand down your bare body, curving down to your inner thigh. connie collects the leftover slick and slides his lubricated digits into you. your walls immediately pulse around him index and ring, his thumb reaching to rub your clit. “oh my god..” shallow breathes escape, his long fingers massage the inside of your pussy, scissoring, pumping and curling against ; hitting all the rights spots. “just like that baby, oh fuck..” once he feels like hes gave that boob enough attention he switches, his mouth latching on your right one. you find yourself grinding on his fingers, the pleasure too much where you have to push your sticky thighs together, your nipple leaves his mouth with a ‘pop !’

“what i tell you ?” his tone hinted a warning , “to k-keep my legs open..”

“then do it, todays all about you. so let me make you feel good.”

he continues his actions with his fingers, simultaneously reaching up to give you a kiss. “think — you can ,, take me?” he’d push his fingers out through the kisses as you keep coming back for more, “yes, i need you so bad..” “dont say that, imma nut in my pants, mama” he rolls his eyes in resemblance of you. “boy pleasee” he gives you another smile before pulling his sweat pants down, you stop him. tugging on his shirt “take it off firstt” “ight ight,,” his shirt lifts over his head and thrown unknowingly in the room — his tanned abs on full display for you, god knew what he was doing when creating him cause lord.. hes so fine. “now ,, can i fuck you?” “of course.” he lowers the waistband to his thighs along with his PSD boxers. his tip slaps against his toned stomach with ongoing beads of precum oozing out the pretty brownish pink slit of his tip.

“ready, ma?” he says with a few strokes with his then — then sliding his girth through your folds. nodding another yes, he slides in. the wetness of your pussy squelches as he slids in, pretty tanned cock disappearing into your heat. “shit..” you head rolls back, eyes brows furrowing at the small stretch. “i know, ma..but you can take it..i know it.” his comforting words ease the pain, with his hand stroking your face. within a few moments he pulls out til the tip is only left inside you. “you think you can take me?” “yea..” “tell me if its too much.” whispering low, but loud enough for you to hear. he’d raise your leg on his shoulder and push back into you, sliding in and back out. making sure his rhythm wasn’t too slow or fast — from watching your facial expressions and body language, he kept his pace,

"mm.. fuck.." moaning softly, he could listen to your sounds every morning, evening, and night. "thats it mama.. " he lowers his head to the level of your neck, nibble and sucking on your bare skin. visible bite marks and hickeys grew one by one, connie loves marking you. he wants to know youre his, he loves you and wants to be there for you at all times. even when you both are on bad terms. the way his shaft disappears into every-time he rocks back into you. pushing out moans more and more, “look at you.. takin this dick so pretty..” he groaned at the feeling of your getting wetter at his choice of words. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him inches closer than what he already was to collide his lips with yours. tongues tangling beautifully together, moans, groans , and whimpers where the only thing shared along the soft skin clapping.

pulling away from his intoxicating lips, to catch your breath. he moves back down to your hickey, covered neck to add more. whispering how good it is against your neck “fuckk i miss this pussy..” — “got me wantin to nut already..” “mm..” whimpering as he brushes his tip against your cervix again. he angles his hips at certain directions to find your spot, watching your body language once again. His finger tips grazing over your beautiful curves while thrusting into you so sensually as hes laying kisses on your neck. "fuck papi.. faster.." your body squirms at neediness, just for him to obey your request — snapping his hips quicker then before, not too fast nor slow, hed do anything just to make sure you were pleased, in and out of bed! he loves you too much to leave you unsatisfied. “mm shitt !” you breath hitches on how deep he got, bumping places inside you that you couldnt reach with your own fingers, he watches your boobs bounce at the rhythm of his strokes as you grip on once tightly, those plump lips slightly agape to release moans, the crease between your hips and thighs from having your legs on his shoulders.

another moan came from you lips, the volume of them getting louder as he hits your g spot. “right here, ma?” he softly puts his hand over the small bulge re-appearing every other thrust, “y—yes! don’t stop baby.. fuck im g’na cum..” oh, he most definetily wont stop. your back arches from the pleasure, scratching on Connie’s back for some type of stability, leaving scratch marks he would definitely admire in the morning. “cum, mama. nut on this dick.” more thrusts, clit stroking, and groping away from your second orgasm. connie loves how whiney you get before you cum, your high pitched moans and whimpers is the most euphoric thing to hear from you, letting him know that you feel good. “baby..baby im cu—" cut off by a silent moan, his strokes get deeper then — what you thought — he possibly could get. gushing over his length, a white ring forming on it.

"fuuck.." he slows down to prevent himself from cumming too soon, but still allowing you to ride out your orgasm. your voice is quiet mumbling "oh baby"s, your pretty face relaxed with your lips shaped into an O. "feels so.. — fuckin good.." his voice is pitched, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, still continuing his intoxicating thrust which feels like light shocks from being overstimulated. he looks down to admire your facial features, he cant get enough of you, not even if he tried. "you like that? this dick fuckin you deep?" his voice is slightly hoarse, "yesyes mmhpp" you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your sounds, not wanting to get louder. "let me hear you." , he grabs your hand and places it your tummy buldge.

"i-im sorry... ohmygodd.. you fuckin me so good, papi.." your wet sounds from your previous orgasms leaving his lower stomcach sticky. "shit..gonna cum mama.." cant help but feel embarassed from being close too soon, but you dont care. you also want him to feel as good as you do. "fill t-this pussy up.." his cock twitching inside your silk walls, “yeah? tell me how much you want it.” thats one thing he loves, seeing you plead for anything from him, probably one of his biggest turn-ons. “so bad baby.. mhpp! make me a mom of two..” Thats all connie hears, two. "thats what i like to hear, mama.." his pace picks up, "s-shit baby..fuck im cumming.."

his breathing quickens before he lets out a drawn out groan of your name followed by a few other thrusts. letting out whimpers at his thick seed sitting inside you before dripping onto the sheets. soon he pulled out, watching in awe whilst trying to catch his breath. "jus’ wait til fathers day. imma make it up to you." refering to everything hes did for you today, "lookin forward to it, catch yo breath. i ain done." "wha..?" "you head me, imma make sure you a mother of two."

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[kyday]

Solace | Kate Bishop

Summary: It's one of those nights again where Kate disappears and doesn't come back until it's early morning. You have finally had enough. warnings: bad writing (sorry not sorry), few swear words. light angst with a happy ending. enjoy!! wordcount: 1200+ ------------------

Katiee 💘: hey love, i know you’re at work right now, but im just telling you that ill be busy the entire day. I have so much to do today so i might not be able to open my phone as often.

You: hi babyyy, its fine. i get it,  just make sure to text me once everything  is over, okay? love you.

Katiee 💘: of course, dont worry. love you too, mwuah! 9:23 am

It was 11:34 pm, the flickering lights of NYC fluttered outside your window, and the constant noise of cars passing by was nothing new. You had been up all night waiting for a reply from your girlfriend, Kate.

Her last reply was in the morning, after that— radio silence. Her silence was unnerving, although you had gotten used to her doing this, it never was this drastic. You kept opening your phone every time it turned on, expecting it was her message, but still; nothing.

You: babyy, are you free noww? if not, i hope you finish up soon. mwuah. 6:02 pm

You:

heyy, i know this is probably just one of your busy days but are you donee? lucky misses you already.  text me when you get this. 7:35 pm 

You:

kate, Im getting worried. you haven't been answering the entire day. is everything fine? please text me once you see this. 9:00 pm

You:

Kate??? Please tell me you’re okay. I'm worried sick. 9:58 pm

You anxiously paced around your bedroom, at the corner of the room Lucky was sleeping on his bed. He was planning on staying up with you but at 10 pm he accidentally fell asleep. You make your way to the dining room, leaving a light on— you’ll wait for Kate here.

You can feel your eyes slowly giving up, trying to keep yourself up— you try to rub your face to stay awake a bit more. 

This hasn’t been the first time Kate has done this. Ever since last year when she hit that large bell tower, she had changed. There were times you often pretended to not know when she had cuts or bruises— she was a bad liar. You can often see her limping or wincing every time she moves.

You never questioned her about it though. You didn't want to overwhelm her especially since her mother got sent to jail for murdering people. But ever since that— it seemed like she was burying herself in her work more and more. The cuts or bruises were more visible, you remember when she didn't come home for a day and she blamed it on her cousin who was in town and wanted some tour around NYC.

Right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the sound of keys clattering and curses being mumbled as the person entered the front door. You recognized the voice to be Kate. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” 

She stopped in her tracks when she saw you standing in front of the couch. There was a moment of silence between you, “Where the hell have you been?” You questioned in disbelief. She puts down her bow on the nearest table, you watch her intently.

“The company had me go overtime since there were extra projects due. Look, I sorry-” 

She explains but you quickly cut her off. “Oh my god, then why the hell do you bring your fucking bow or why couldn't you even text me once? Do you think I'm stupid Kate?” She sighs, massaging her temple.

“Y/n, let's not do this right now.” She mumbles, giving you a tired look. “I'm tired, we can talk about this in the morning.” You shook your head immediately.

You stepped closer to her. “No, we are talking about this now. Because in the morning you’ll be gone even before I wake up. Goddamit, I'm not oblivious! I know that your work isn't from seven am to eleven fucking pm!” Kate is starting to become more irritated with you, trying to bite her tongue from saying anything.

“What the hell are you hiding from me? I was worried sick, I waited up until what? Eleve-” You look at the clock. 12:10 am. “Its fucking midnight!” Kate knows she deserves this, but she's tired, way too tired to fight right now.

“Who said you had to fucking wait for me?” She replies, stunning you.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh my god, maybe because I'm your girlfriend, Kate! Have you ever thought of that?”

As the tension in the room thickened, Kate's expression softened, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to worry you," she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I know I've been distant lately, and I haven't been completely honest with you."

You can feel your frustration, but you are also worried. “Then why, Kate? Why do you keep shutting me out? Why are you not telling me the truth?” Kate looks down in guilt, her superhero duties have been such a huge thing for her that she forgot her true priority, you.

“I haven't been honest with you..” She starts off.

“No shit Sherlock.” You mumble, earning a smile from her.

She coughs, “I know this may uh- this may seem unbelievable but I've been working with Hawkeye to bring this organization down.” She stopped to see your reaction, but your face was like stone. “And just— today we were so close to getting them but they got away.” Kate continues, her voice turning into a whisper at the end, you can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“But you didn't have to hide it from me, Kate.” You start, tears welled up in Kate’s eyes.

“I didn't want to make you worry, I'm so sorry.” She whispers.

You walk over to her and wipe her tears. “I'm always worrying about you, you know that. It doesn't matter how crazy your story is. Hell, if you told me you were fighting aliens, I would believe you. Because I trust you, Kate. And I need you to put that same trust in me.” You explain, hugging her.

You can feel her nod against your chest. “No more secrets, okay?” 

“Okay.” She mumbles, latching onto you.

You chuckle, “Come on, we can cuddle in bed.” She protests for a second, saying she wants to lie down on the floor. But you manage to convince her into going to the bedroom for cuddles.

She plops down on the mattress, and you follow behind her. “I'm sorry again, I won't do it again, love.” She looks up at your eyes, you smile at her. 

“It's okay now. Just go to bed, okay?” She nods, and she inches closer to you before pressing her lips onto yours. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight love.” Kate mumbles tiredly, cuddling up to you. And for a moment, the loud cars outside quieted down, and the bright city lights weren't so bright anymore. 

Kate realized that she could only have this comfort with you.

[notmyprey]

Tw: A LOT of fatal vore mentions!!!! Injury and some gore. But keep in mind, no one dies, just gets badly hurt.

Betrayal part 1

I've never had many people trust me. It's not that I break promises or that I steal, nothing like that. I just rarely get close to people. But then I met you.

It's been months since I first found out you had been living in the walls of my apartment. Exactly how long have you been there? Neither of us knew, since you dont track time too well, and I hadn't known you were even here till recently. But from what I've gathered from your ramblings, it's been at least a year.

It took a while for you to work up the courage to see me. At first, you wouldn't even come out of the home you had made between my walls. But after about a week of us talking through the wooden panels, I finally convinced you to come out.

The first thing I noticed was that you were small, you were so small, in fact, I could easily compare you to the size of the Barbie dolls I used to play with.

After that, we hit it off. We were best friends, I believe. You loved listening to me talk about the outside world, and I listened to you talk about what new movie you watched. Sometimes, we would talk while cooking together, others we would lie in bed, with you atop my chest listening to my heart while I described what it's like to go to the store.

We were close, very close. That's at least what it looked like. But deep down, something else was stirring, a buzz in my brain that had been there since the day I first heard your voice. I didn't actually care about you. That's what I had to convince myself to think.

All I was doing was waiting for the perfect time to act, that's all. I didn't care about you, I refused to think how lonely I would be without you. I didn't actually like you, never.

I didn't wake up at night and lay my hand across your chest just to know if you were still breathing. I didn't glance over at you when I joked, just to see your smile. I never saw you like that. Because the voices told me you were nothing more than food.

If I thought too much deeper, I knew I would never be able to look at you again for the amount of shame I'd feel would be too great. So I didn't think about it. You were food, and I refused to think any deeper.

Although the voices were hungry, I told myself that I must wait for the perfect conditions. You had to be tired, so you wouldn't squirm too much. I had to have gotten a good nights rest, so I could chase you if needed. No one could be coming to my house that day, nor could I have any meetings. I needed to just have gone grocery shopping so that people wouldn't hear or see you withering in my gut. This list continued, being added almost endlessly any time I thought of something else to make it even just a little bit longer. But most importantly, I needed you to trust me. I needed to wait until you trusted me more than anything.

I didn't think that would happen. I never thought all conditions would ever be met, and I think some small part of me created the conditions to never be met. But today, when I got out of bed and turned to face you, that's when I knew each box had been checked.

I tried to turn back, I really did. But the voices had grown louder than ever before, and before I knew it, I was gripping your tiny form in between both of my hands.

You didn't move. You didn't even struggle, only gazing up at me, confusion and worry spreading across your face.

Like that, we stayed for a moment, my hungry eyes not seeming to be understood by you. You smile at me and ask if I'm alright, I didn't respond. I knew if I took even the slightest effort to talk, every emotion I had held back behind the wall of hunger would spill out. So I didn't talk.

Instead, I focused on the now. This is the moment I have waited months for. This is the moment I've envisioned in ever so much detail. How nice you would feel on my tongue, the small kicks that would start to come from my stomach as you fought against your final resting place. But between the hungry voices, gnawing at my brain, telling me to shove you down my awaiting throat, I found myself thinking of the stuff I've avoided for so long. How I would miss you small weight on my chest, how I would miss you talking durring movies, telling me about how this actor played in another movie, or how the sequel contradicts whats said in the original.

Shaking, I held you up closer, my hands moving without me telling them to. I thought of how much I've grown to like you. Your head touched my tongue, sending chills of flavor unlike any other down my spine. I thought about how much you trusted me. You didn't move, limply letting my tongue move around your face. I thought about how much love you had shown me. I swallowed, sending your head and sholders into my throat. I thought about how much I felt I needed you here with me. Another swallow, this one more powerful, sending your whole torso and upper legs into the confines of my throat. You meant so much to me. One more swallow, and all that was left were your feet in my mouth. But you're only food, right? The rest of you was sent into the ever waiting void of my throat with one more slow, thick gulp.

My head started to feel heavy since you took up quite a bit of the space in my throat, space that was often used to breathe. But soon, I felt you slip into my stomach. I brased myself, waiting for the kicks that were soon to come. But I felt nothing. A small flicker of movement in my abdomen made me flinch, but it quickly stopped again.

I wanted to run my hand across you, but something seemed to be stopping me. Guilt, perhaps? I think whatever it was, it was the same thing stopping me from looking down on myself. I felt gross, somewhat sick, almost like I had just eaten something I wasn't supposed to. Perhaps that was the guilt, too?

"Did I taste good?" Your small voice echoed through my head. I could hardly think it was real, but it would have been hard to have guilt hallucinate a voice from someone now so close to me.

I couldn't bring myself to answer, not because the answer was unclear, but because my voice refused to come out. No matter how I tried, the most I could do was whine a pathetic, "ya," in response.

Tears started to flow down my cheeks. Everything felt overwhelming all of a sudden. I flopped onto the floor, bringing my knees to my chest. As I did so, I could feel you curl up too, your tiny form now compressed more now that I was putting more pressure on my middle.

That's when I started crying. Goodness knows why, but now Im sure the emotion I was feeling was horrible, gut-wrenching guilt. Months of effort, love, and care down the drain because I couldn't contain myself.

Your small hand pressed against me from the inside, I think you started talking, but my head was throbbing, drowning out your words. Without warning, you screamed out in pain. Your speaking became more panicked, like something was stealing your ability to breathe. Soon, you had started crying, too.

I could hardly take it, my heart wrenched ever so painfully. How had I ever thought I should do this? How could I ever do this? The illness in my stomach came to its peak, and my eyes started to blur as I hunched over. You started to get forced back up my throat. Soon, I tasted you once again on my tongue, this time though you didn't taste pleasant.

It was a mixture of your original sweetness, but it was nearly drowned out completely by the bitter acid and sour blood that came with it.

Soon, through the tears still draining from my eyes, I saw your body hit the floor in a mixture of other fluids. While still foggy, my mind seemed to work with me, telling my arms to scoop you up and for my legs to tumble towards the bathroom. I set you down in the sink, not even bothering to wipe my blurry eyes as I turn on the cold water. With a couple of blinks, my vision cleared enough to focus. Your left eye was swollen, closed shut with red and yellow liquid flowing around it. Though comparatively, the rest of you didn't look nearly as bad, I knew it still hurt. Any time I glanced at a new area of exposed skin, I found a new red burn, showing the bloody flesh underneath.

You started to shiver, but I couldn't take you out of the water yet. I needed to make sure all of the acid was off of you. Soon though, after I thought that everything was rinsed off, I sped to the closet to grab a towel, then started gently drying you off. While you continued to dry off and wrap the towel around you, I rummaged through my first aid kit to find something to wrap over your eye.

Dropping to one knee to get a better look, I gently placed some tissue over your eye, then wrapped a cloth bandage over it to keep it in place.

I dropped my hands to my side, unable to take my eyes off you. Not even 20 minutes ago, you had been smiling up at me, happy and healthy. Now, I knew I'd never see that side of you again.

[aetherarf]

Don't know if you write nsfw since I can't find the rules, but if you do can you write a scenario for reader asking afab kunikuzushi to ride their face for the first time?

i do write nsfw i just dont have rules. i write what I want. that's abt it.

Writing this post-Sumeru but I'll be calling him Kunikuzushi

[my whole headcanon with that is he goes by wanderer cuz the other names are too upsetting until he reclaims kuni but. whatever. idk. I'm writing it I make the rules]

[[ NSFW CONTENT BELOW ]]

[[ Summary: Well, who said Kunikuzushi didn't deserve to be taken care of? Even if this is new to him... It's very, very intriguing. And it's good. ]]

[[ Word Count: 1'527 ]]

"Riding your face." Kunikuzushi said flatly, examining up and down you. As genuine as you looked, the suggestion was...

...

Well, he's not sure what it meant.

"Do you... know what that is?" You asked after a moment's hesitation, and he hesitated, staring at you, his fingers twitching in hesitance.

"Remind me." He said, knowing he completely didn't know, but he wasn't about to admit that. And he did not like that little laugh because it was at him, even if it was full of fondness that made him feel flustered.

But you did explain it, and he could only try to envision it in his head as you explains it, his eyes closed for a moment...

"It sounds impractical," He muttered, the moments before and after didn't sound exactly erotic, as just awkward and kind of clumsy... besides, wouldn't his legs strain pretty quickly?

"We don't have to," You said, "We can just-"

Immediately, he felt challenged. "No, we're doing it." He declared, before realizing what he had just agreed to, wanting to sink back into the earth and have it swallow him whole to what he just agreed to...

Not because he didn't want to. Yes, it did seem odd, but he also...

He also...

Was intrigued.

How could he not be? Anyone would be with a new experience. And this one... Was odd. But not bad. Not that he'd admit to himself it was bad, because it was you, and he couldn't possibly have a bad taste in partners, he knew because he chose you, you would make it good because you were you. He chose you for a reason.

Because he knew you were the best option. He wouldn't have picked you otherwise.

As the two of you made it to the bed, he was worried he'd have to immediately rip his pants off and get going, but while it was intriguing, he wasn't exactly... Wet. Or aroused. Intrigued was a totally different thing. He dealt with arousal... A little. Not enough. He regretted that he hadn't done it any more, especially since you were right here and so-

Not allowed to think with the feeling of lips on his own, he sighed softly, allowing himself to be pushed to the bed, enrapt in the motions, the lingering taste of sweet mochi the two of you had eaten a little earlier, but it tasted much better when it came off your tongue.

Was that gross?

Maybe. Humans were gross.

But as gross as humans were, and while you were human, he couldn't find himself to care.

Because you were the exception. You had to be, you were perfect. He would settle for no less than perfect.

He shuddered, feeling your hands trailing over his body- claiming it as yours, defining it as his, he could only let out a high-pitched keen in response, hands grabbing onto your sides, tight, needing something to anchor himself against as your nails lightly dragged over his skin-

It didn't hurt, but they would leave the faintest marks. A physical memory. It would fade and be replaced, but only with the same action, again and again and again.

"Kuni," You said, and that was enough to make him whine, "Kuni, let's get into position."

"Really?" He said, shockingly flat despite how red his face was, "Just-"

"Do you not want to?"

He did, he did, he really really did but asking for something meant that it could be denied, and that was so-

He bit his bottom lip, hard, just shy of bursting the skin and making it bleed, but leaving enough for steely marks to remain. He didn't want to stop, but admitting it...

He couldn't admit it, he couldn't he couldn't he couldn't!

"Do you want to stop?" You asked, and he shook his head, he did not want to stop. Why couldn't you telepathically understand? It was infuriating when he had wanted so much but his mouth would not work with him.

Maybe you did- or at least you could gather what war he was waging in his mind, "If you want me to stop, then just say 'stop'. Otherwise, I can just- I can do everything. I'll tell you where to move."

He nodded- He didn't have to risk getting rejected, of course, that was absurd! But...

...

Was he wrong for still being somewhat afraid? A small, nagging voice in his head that wouldn't shut the fuck up no matter what he tried-

He wasn't allowed to listen to it, or yell at it, whichever would've come first, until he was finally pulled up, clothes stripped methodically, your fingertips trailing over his hips, his sides- Such touching shouldn't be so good, but...

You were you, it was to be expected. You made everything perfect.

And while it was undeniably very awkward when the both of you had to shift around, to get into the position, the scene was obscene where he could see his sex- dripping, and your face right next to it. He instead lifted his head and stared at the wall, at the headboard,

"... Are you sure this... is right?" He asked hesitantly,

"it is. Just don't put your full weight down, and if I can't take it, I'll pinch your thigh."

He cringed a little- he did not want to get pinched, he hated that more than anything and Childe would constantly pinch him upon finding it out, and that fucking asshole-

No, he was not about to think about him. He'd think about him when he was going to beat some idiot senseless because the traveler asked or... something.

Not now.

He'd rather rip his own guts out through his mouth.

Feeling your hand running up and down his thigh, soothing, he remembered where he was, feeling a flush of heat at the obscene nature of this.

He reached forward and grabbed the headboard, and slowly began to lower himself, feeling your arms wrap around his legs-

And pull him down, enough that he squeaked [not that he'd admit to it later, if you were going to tease him despite being the one that asked!] in surprise.

And- "Ooooh..." He moaned softly, thighs quivering at the first, long lick of your tongue on his slit, pressing just enough to dip further, then pressing all the way to his clit-

"Ah! Ah... Keep doing that," He whispered, knowing that his thighs were lightly muffling any sound you'd be able to hear, which actually...

Was a good thing.

Feeling a strong stroke right over his clit, his legs tensed, and he whined out a pathetic moan, pressing down just- just a little more couldn't hurt, you said you'd pinch him if it was too much, it was fine, it was-

"More," He begged softly, trying to rock his hips against your face, desperate for more motion, more friction, more- Anything!

A distant, coherent part of himself was mocking the motion, No wonder it's calling 'riding', but every single part of him was pulled taut like a bowstring, so tight it could barely even tremble when toyed with, so ready to let go and snap-

He could feel your fingertips pressing gently, as though asking permission, against his folds, and his head hung low, he felt crazed, "Yes, yes, inside, inside, inside-"

Swiftly, two fingers slid in and curled and he screamed, throwing his head back and moaning so loud he sounded like a paid whore, but no one could pay him to sound like this, not when it kept going and going and going, so much he thought he was going to bleed out through screaming alone, how it kept mounting, your lips, your lips were so unforgiving on him, pressing so hard, so much so...

So...

Slowly, it relented, and he could feel himself shaking, panting, he... all he wanted to do was lie down-

Fuck, he- God it was such an uncomfortable position, awkwardly lifting one leg and practically just collapsing onto his side, narrowly avoiding hitting you square in the face as he just lie there, feeling the throbbing in his cunt, it was still strong, but fading gradually, just basking in the feeling...

Dozing a little, he eventually felt you wiping down his thighs, which he was thankful for, as sticky as they were...

But briefly, he paused, tilting to look back at you, seeing your loving gaze... And dry face. Perhaps you wiped down the mess?

But that didn't mean-

He pushed himself up, his hand on the back of your neck as he brought you closer, kissing you openly, his tongue scanning your mouth, drawing along your teeth, but much to his dismay, there was no taste of sex or reminder of what happened.

Only a slight minty taste.

"Did you brush your teeth?" He asked, offended you dare do so without letting him get a chance.

"Of course," You responded, "Why?"

He paused, looking over your expression, "Don't do it again until I tell you." He demanded...

After all...

You were going to do this again.

He couldn't go through life without doing it at least one more time. Maybe more than that.

Much more, ideally.

[azurethevampire]

Omg hi!

Requests are open!!

I saw that you mostly wanted platonic requests so I was wondering if I could ask for a spn one where Sam and Dean have a sibling (you can chose what their gender is or if you want it to be an oc) and basically all of them just have a really fun day because they got snowed into the bunker?

Does that makes sense? Idk if it does, I’m sorry

BUT ALSO DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS AND IF YOU DO END UP DOING IT THEN TAKE YOUR TIME AND DONT WORRY ABOUT RUSHING

(Love your work 😊💕)

Here's your request, enjoy! 💕

(Divider used is made by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Also, warning that there is a hint of the reader almost having a panic attack—they don't have one but it's hinted at

Snowy Day

"SAMMY!" 

You were just about to enter the war room of the bunker when your oldest brother's voice assaulted your eardrums. From the sound of it, Dean was yelling your second brother's name from somewhere by the bunker's usual entrance. 

"Dean, what the hell are you yelling—"

You rubbed your eyes. Then again. Nope, Dean was still there. You weren’t still sleeping and only dreaming about this scene.  

The picture you saw just didn’t make any sense. 

Dean was descending the staircase, shaking snow from his person. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think someone had just dropped your brother in a snow bank. And the last time you checked Lebanon hadn’t had snow since last year. Even then, it had been a few inches and nothing that would make anyone look like a living and walking snowman.  

Wait. 

“It’s snowing?” 

Dean sent you a glare. “What the hell does it look like? You think I’m covered with cotton and salt?!” 

Disapproving click of your tongue. “Always so rude”, you said and reached to wipe some snow Dean had missed from the back of his shirt. Judging by the fact he wasn’t wearing a coat, you didn’t think that Dean had expected there to be any snow when he stepped out of the door. Another conclusion you made from Dean’s current looks, was that there was way more than a few inches of snow outside. You frowned. “Is there a storm?” 

“It’s like a fucking Great Blizzard out there.” Dean confirmed. 

“Damn”, you said, immediately gaining a scolding look from Dean – which you ignored. “Wait. I don’t know if I need to be more concerned by the apparent storm outside or the fact that you know what Great Blizzard is.” 

Before you had time to understand your brother had moved at all, there was suddenly a very cold and wet feeling at the back of your neck. You shrieked as Dean slapped some of the snow that hadn’t melted on the floor yet, right to your neck. 

Dean laughed at your shocked and betrayed expression. “Just because I don’t spend my every bit free time nose buried in books like you and Sammy, doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff too”, he said. 

His hand returned to quickly wipe the snow off your neck before it had a chance to melt down your back. Some water drop still trickled down your back, making you shiver. 

“Is Sam still asleep?” Dean asked you and you shrugged in response. He ruffled your hair. “Well go look while I change into dry clothes.” 

“Fine.” You agreed. Guess, your revenge for the snow on the back of your neck would have to wait a bit. 

Dean was already at his room’s door when you suddenly stopped. The storm outside was as bad as the Great Blizzard of 1888? Suddenly you weren’t sure if the snow was a good thing at all. 

“Dean? Are we… are we trapped here?” 

Dean, hearing the change in your voice, was quick to come over you and pull you into a hug. “Hey, it’s alright, kiddo. We’re going to be just fine here at the bunker for another week. We live in a bunker”, he said. “This place was built to stand much worse than one blizzard. I promise; we’ll be just fine. Now go find Sammy and tell him the situation. Think you can do that for me, kid?” 

You nodded. Dean had managed to calm you down before your mind had the chance to drag you into a full blown panic attack. 

"Go to Sam. Tell him there's a snow storm. Got it", you said, when you saw the silent prompt in Dean's eyes. Always such a mother hen, your oldest brother. 

•-•-•-•-•-•

Since going outside wasn't an option - despite you wanting nothing more than to have a chance to mess around with the amount of snow ("Too dangerous right now, kid") - you Winchester siblings ended up spending some time together. 

You had a sneaking suspicion Sam and Dean seemed glued to your back for the rest of the day because they were both worried. They worried you'd work yourself into a panic attack or worse if you had the chance to think too much about the fact that you were currently trapped underground. (You were fine, as long as you didn't think about it.) 

"Hey!" You said, watching as Dean's red pawn ate your green one on the board, leaving all four of your pawns back to home base again. "Not fair, Dean! I hate this game." 

Dean chuckled and had an expression of way too much joy on his face. Then his smile faltered when Sam's yellow pawn made it to the same spot as his. 

"Sorry, man", said Sam, not sounding apologetic at all and throwing you a wink as Dean grumbled about never getting another six again. 

"Karma", you whispered ominously to your oldest brother. 

Dean narrowed his eyes, before quickly striking his fingers to your sides. You let out a scream before it was replaced by laughter and giggles. "No– hOOhno! StHOop ith!" 

Dean did stop (after a moment) to let you take your turn. (You rolled four, then he rolled five–"Damn! So close!). Dean didn't let you move back to your original spot, instead throwing an arm around your shoulder and keeping you against his side, occasionally he'd tickle your side if you came too close to his pawn on the board. 

Sam won in the end. 

From Kimble you moved on to a game of pool where they taught you how to hustle money – with strict orders that you were not doing any of that if they had anything to say about it. But really what was the point of teaching you then? 

From pool, deck of cards and poker with matches. Until you started to feel both hungry and tired. The three of you made pancakes (per your request) and made a mess of the kitchen while making them. 

Let's just say lots of flour and laughter was involved. Also Sam throwing you over his shoulder to a fireman's carry for a bit to make you stop throwing bits of flour at him. 

By the time night rolled in you decided that maybe the blizzard hadn't been a bad thing at all. You couldn't remember the last time you had had this much fun with Sam and Dean. Hell, you couldn't remember when the three of you had spend time together without it involving either a case, or talks about demons or angels. There hadn't been a smallest of hints to the family business today – and you quite enjoyed it. 

You ended the night by watching a movie. Dean complained about your choice and you stuck your tongue at him. 

"You said I get to choose so suck it up, brother." 

"Y/N's got a point, Dean. You did give the choice to them", Sam intervened, sensing that you and Dean were about to start a verbal fist fight. You'd never get around watching the movie. 

"Fine!" Dean huffed. "Let's watch this stupid movie then." 

From where you sat half lying on Sam, you poked Dean's side with your foot. "Harry Potter and Philosopher's Stone isn't stupid!" 

Dean grabbed your feet and trapped them on his lap. "Shut up, kid and watch the movie." 

Harry and Ron realized Hermione wasn't with them and went to find her despite there being a troll on the loose at Hogwarts when you opened your mouth. 

"Thanks, Sam, Dean", you said quietly. "I had fun today." 

Sam squeezed your arm gently. "I had fun too." 

"Maybe we should try to do a day like this once in a while — without blizzards", Dean said. "Family day." 

You smiled at the suggestion. The thought of it was nice, but you doubted you'd have a chance to repeat a day like this any time soon. You loved the thought of it anyway. 

[written-in-flowers]

Bestie i know youre swamped with requests and life in general but the thought of rosebud asking for otto in the middle of a council meeting just to have him bc shes feeling horny has not left my mind since you mentioned it in part 2 😭

Just a random thing too: i have otto hightower as my lockscreen pic and i assume people whos seen it wonder why i have and old man on my lockscreen but tHEY DONT KNOW HIM LIKE I DO HE'S MY POOR MEOW MEOW HES MY BLORBO MY FAVOURITE CHEW TOY MY daddy

A/N: I have yet to change my lockscreen (Namjoon from BTS holds my heart in his big hands), but I totally get where you're coming from lmao I absolutely adore Otto and he's become one of my faves <3 Life has definitely kept me from putting out requests, but just know I am writing lol

Warnings: public sex, quickie, breast/nipple play, and voyeurism (a little bit).

***

He should have suspected something when you came nearly flying into the small council room. Breathless, you bowed to Viserys and excused yourself for the sudden intrusion, but you needed to speak with him. You said it was urgent, and important. Viserys, entirely fond of you, allowed him to leave. A streak of panic ran through his back as he followed you out of the council chamber and into the corridor. You rushed ahead of him, your blue and grey gown billowing behind you, and led him around a corner. He worried it might be Cedric or another personal matter. Had Cedric's condition worsened? The maester said your son was at full health again. Had you become ill? You didn't appear feverish or injured.

Had Daemon approached you? The Prince left King's Landing early this morning, and it'd be like him to visit you. He felt his blood boiling already picturing the handsome prince putting his hands on you. He'd kill him. He'd kill him with his bare hands.

However, that turned out not to be the case. Otto noticed you guided him into an empty corridor, then outside nowhere near your chambers or the maester's tower. He spotted the fire burning in your eyes, your heavy breathing and your hands immediately grasping for him. Halfway down the corridor, you pulled him out of sight into a slot in the wall. Behind a large stone dragon statue, you and Otto were out of sight of anyone passing by. You pressed yourself to the wall and kissed him fiercely. Your lips crashed into his, and hungrily opened his mouth to touch his tongue. Otto did not mind the kiss, even with teeth briefly gnashing together, and certainly didn't object to the hands reaching under his doublet to untie his breeches.

"What is the meaning of this, sweetling?" he asked amusedly, pecking your lips while you slid your hand into his pants. He gasped when your gentle hand grasped his shaft and started slowly tugging it. "Could you not wait for me?"

"No," you whined, kissing at his neck and putting his hand on your breast. You didn't wear a corset. He could tell from how nothing kept you from him. "I couldn't."

"We were in the middle of an important discussion, rosebud."

"You can go back to it when I'm done with you."

He'll admit, this had been a fantasy of his since you mentioned it on your wedding night. He liked the idea of you coming to see him, aroused and wet already, and desperate for his cock. Otto braced himself against the wall behind you while you stroked him. Your dress already slightly off your shoulders, it didn't take much to pull them down further until your breasts spilled out. Otto licked one of your nipples, hearing you whimper at the tongue lashing the sensitive center. He gave it a few soft suckles, focusing on your pleasure while you pulled him out of his breeches. How you aroused him so easily. It only took a little bit of stroking to make him suddenly hard. But, he knew you'd only take him when it was rock solid and standing at attention for you. He groaned, sucking your other nipple, when he felt your thumb rub the underside of his tip. You horny little girl. Feeling one of his hands go down your side, you lifted your dress a bit for him to stick his hand between your thighs.

Gods, you were wet. Soaking. Dripping. He wondered how you'd become so aroused so quickly. Otto liked to think you'd been playing with yourself, imagining him there with you, before you realized fingers aren't good enough. He understood that sometimes having a partner was better than doing it alone. You must've been needy if you wanted him so much you interrupted a small council meeting. Rolling his fingers over the center of your clit, he moved them up and over it repeatedly. This drove you wild. Your slick coated his fingers, dripping into his hand, and made it easier for him to tease you. He continued licking and kissing your breasts, unable to help himself; you massaged his length with both hands now, his precum making it easier for you. He wanted to be inside you; especially now that he knew your desperation for him.

"Fuck me, Otto," you moaned again, eyes closing at his fingers sliding over your entrance. "Please. Don't tease me anymore. Just put it in me, please."

"As you wish."

He lifted you so your legs went around his waist, and your arms hooked around his neck. Holding you up against the wall, he sheathed himself fully inside you. He couldn't believe what he was doing, and with such a beautiful woman. He did not hold back at all. Otto slammed himself inside you, his balls slapping your ass every time he pushed upwards. You buried your face in his neck, using his clothes to muffle your moans. He gritted his teeth to keep back his own groaning; your tight walls clenched him, as if your body wished to trap him inside you. He looked to see your tits bouncing with the force, supple with your hard nipples right in front of him. Otto loved watching them whenever he could. They were all his. Every inch of you belonged to him. The fact that you willingly sought him out for a bit of pleasure awed him. He never thought he'd have such a young, sensual, lascivious beauty in his arms, chest exposed and cunt squeezing him. He almost came from that alone, but you came first. In a few more thrusts, Otto felt you tremble against him and give muffled commands for him to keep going at that pace; that he was hitting the right spot, and to never stop. Soon, his sweet rosebud was slicking him with her cum. He heard a soft squishing coming from below, and he guess you leaked more than he thought.

Otto pounded you into the wall soon enough, spilling his seed deep inside you. It mixed with your juices to create more mess. All the tension that built up inside him released the moment he climaxed. Otto knew his arms and thighs will ache tomorrow, but it was worth it to satisfy you. He kissed your lips, feeling you coming down from your orgasm, and held you there for a few minutes. Then he set you down to the floor.

"Thank you, Husband," you whispered, kissing his lips. "You always know exactly what to do to make me cum so much."

"I hope so. I've been inside you long enough to know by now." He pecked your lips, and nuzzled your nose, "I do wonder what stirred up my wife so much she came seeking me out..."

"N-Nothing special," you said. "I'd been reading that book again, and the stories make me so wet..." you straightened yourself up, fixing your hair, "And I get wetter when I imagine you doing those things to me."

"Pray tell," he replied, tucking himself back into his trousers, "What 'things' did you read about?"

You gave a mischievous smile, and said, "You'll have to find out some other time. I believe you have a meeting to get back to, don't you?"

He chuckled, pinching your chin and kissing you, "You little tease."

The both of you shared a sincere kiss, full of love and tenderness, before pulling away. Looking presentable, you each stepped out from behind the statue. Nobody came down this hall in the morning, so he doubted anybody spotted or heard you. You gave him one final kiss, said you'd see him at supper, and left him standing in front of the small council chamber. He watched you leave, amazed by your resilience. You walked as if your husband had not just been inside you, giving a quick one before continuing his day. Walking back into the council room, he imagined his cum slowly leaking from your sex and onto your inner thighs. He'd love to lick it up for you, then spit it back into your pretty mouth. Perhaps he'll do that tonight, if you were up for it again.

"I trust everything is all right with Y/N and Cedric?" the king asked once he sat back down.

"All is well, I assure you, Your Grace," he answered. "My lady wife can be quick to the worse conclusions when it comes to Cedric."

"She is a new mother, after all," Lord Beesbury chimed in. "It's only natural for her to be worried."

"Agreed," the king said. "Shall we discuss the coppers, Lord Beesbury?"

"Yes, Your Grace. The crown has spent-"

Otto listened to Lord Beesbury inform them of the crown's recent expenses, but in the back of his mind, he pictured you back in your chambers. You liked to nibble on food after sex, so he imagined Emely brought you a small spread with tea. He wished he could be with you. He'd hold you close on your bed, kissing you softly while you talked. Perhaps he'll go to you when the meeting ends. A nice tea with you and Cedric sounded nice.

He did wonder what aroused you so suddenly...

***

(Earlier that day)

You'd left Cedric in the nursery with Helaena and her children while you went to fetch Emely. The girl told you she'd be back with Cedric's blanket some time ago, and she hadn't returned. You didn't mind going to find her, but it wasn't like Emely to not work quickly. Walking up the stairs towards your bedroom, you stopped when you heard a soft moan. It made you pause and listen at the door.

"-Yes, yes, just like that...Just like that...Moan how she moans."

You recognized Daemon's voice immediately. The heavy panting and moaning belonged to Emely; you'd been with her enough times to pick out the sounds. However, she did sound slightly different. She'd changed her voice slightly to mimick yours as best she could. Carefully, you opened your chamber door a crack to peek into the room.

Laying bent over the dining table, dress at her waist and breasts flat on the table, Emely fisted the cloth on the table. They both faced profile to the door, so you saw where their bodies met; Emely's ass rippled each time she was thrusted into. You saw the need for release in her eyes. Sweat beaded her forehead, making stray hair strands stick to her skin, and her braided hair became messy and loose. You looked up from her to the man behind her. Daemon, sweaty and half naked, gripped Emely's hips and pounded into her harshly. The sounds of his body snapping into hers mingled with their moans and grunts. You saw his pale chest and stomach, years of training giving him hard muscles. His silver hair chopped at his shoulders was tousled, and curtaining his face. He kept his eyes on where his and Emely's bodies met, seeing his cock disappear inside her each time. You should be outraged. You should storm into the room and demand an explanation. He's supposed to be on a ship headed back to Pentos.

Then, Daemon looked up. He looked up and stared right at the door where you were. Rather than call to you or say anything, he smirked and chuckled. He began making long strokes so you saw It going inside Emely. He even pushed her dress further up for you to have a better view. Daemon said so much more with his eyes than his mouth. They scanned down your body, undressing you and peeling back layers, licking his lips and letting out another grunt. You clenched your thighs together watching them. Your nipples slowly became erect, and you had a desire to touch them. Daemon must've noticed this dark lust in your stare, because by his grin, he dared you to touch yourself.

No. You couldn't. You wouldn't. Not to Otto. Not to your husband. You instantly shut the door, and therefore shut Daemon Targaryen out of your mind. You'd heard from Emely what a fantastic lover he is; that prostitutes often looked on as he took other women, wishing it was them. Otto was better. Otto loved you. He knew your body in ways Daemon did not, and never would. You stormed out of the tower and headed for the small council chambers.

You'd have him. Not Daemon. Never Daemon.

***

A/N: ooooh close, but no cigar, huh? Rosie almost gave in for a second there, but she loves our Otto far too much to betray him that way. Hmmm, I wonder what it'd take for her to finally crack? Too bad Daemon's no longer in King's Landing. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble, thanks so much <3

[prettyboykatsuki]

hi fang i've been following you for a while but i don't think i can remember you talking about preforming oral on amab people so i was wondering if you had any tips or pointers? only if it doesn't make you uncomfortable! or if you don't know that's okay too. thanks :)

hi!

ill be honest, don't know if im the best for advice on this. i have definitely sucked dick before lmao and ive been told im good but my sexual history is mostly afab folks so im a lot more confident in those abilities which seems. backwards when i think about it too long but that's okay

but i do think sucking dick is simpler because all dicks are relatively the same in terms of like what feels good. everybody is diff of course but there's not as much to worry abt imo

first off, with anything foreplay is key. kissing up the shaft and long licks up it are great. cupping the balls gently and massaging them both before and during tends to feel good - don't be too forceful since its sensitive.

in general, please don't worry about deep-throating. ESPECIALLY IF UR UNUSED TO IT. i think this tends to be what makes people anxious but it's not necessary like. at all to give a good blowjob. it can be something you work towards (and if you really want to or are curious, press down on your thumb w ur fingers it gets rid of my gag reflex entirely) but it's not necessary.

generally - you'll want to focus sucking on and around the head. use your hands for the rest of the shaft / what you can't get to. stick your tongue out and try to be mindful of your teeth (this is one of those things that will get easier with practice, but sucking in your lips and cheeks to cover your teeth as you give head will prevent contact. not sure how else to explain it) pressure will depend on the person. i think just enough so that your not easily like pulled off is usually fine

it needs to be SLOPPY in general. a lot of spit is your friend and the more there is the better. drooling and being a little messy is going to happen. your giving head not serving face so dw about it. make sure u stick ur tongue out for like coverage

the frenulum is the most sensitive part generally. using your tongue on it. it's about an inch under the head where the skin sort of meets. pay attention to it and focus the sucking on there. wrap your hands around the shaft w a bit more pressure + plenty of spit

other tips are pretty straight forward. eye contact and enthusiasm in any sexual scenario is your friend so utilize it. it can be a little strenuous so if you need a break, play with the balls or just use your hands. some people need to fuck your mouth a bit to get off but that doesn't mean ur throat so a little shallow thrust will b okay.

don't stop as they start to cum, but during and while. like riding out the orgasm basically. u dont have to swallow but if you want to, relax your throat and take it deeper so you dont have to taste it.

im probably missing some stuff but this is what comes to mind first on how to give a good blowjob / what stuff is important and has gotten people to cum from head

hope this helps a bit!!! people feel free to chime in the replies

[larabiatasstuff]

I dont supose you could write a naughty shower story with max parish please? reading your stories makes my day way better x

Aahhh of course you can have naughty Max in the shower anon! 🔥I mean who wouldn't want that? 😏Thank you for your request and your lovely words. That really means alot to me 🙏

Max and I had finally a free weekend after working overtime for a few weeks. It was Saturday morning and still kind of early. I looked at my sleeping boyfriend and couldn't help but smile he looked so peaceful. I got out of bed and went to kitchen to prepare some coffee, there was no need for me to be silent cause Max was a very deep sleeper. There could be an alien attack and Max would sleep through it. I turned on the coffee machine and decided to take a shower so I went to the bathroom, took off my sleeping clothes and turned on the shower. I stepped under the water and closed my eyes. Suddenly a pair of arms were wrapped around my body "Good morning hot stuff." he whispered in my ear. I turned to look at him "Oh Mr. Parish you're up early, how come?" "Well, I had two options. Staying in bed and thinking about doing naughty things with you or join you in the shower and do naughty things with you." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Excellent choice if you ask me." I said and started kissing him nice and slow but it got more and more and more demanding. When we broke the kiss he looked deep into my eyes "God babes you'll be the death of me." I smiled "That was just a kiss baby let me show you what else I can do with these lips." with that I pushed him against the shower wall and got on my knees before him. He was already half hard and it just took a few gentle strokes with my hand to make him rock hard. Cute little moans escaped his throat and he was breathing heavily. I loved seeing him that way he looked gorgeous. Without breaking the eye contact I slowly started teasing him with my twirling it the tip and giving him small kitten licks along his length. I heard him muttering something under his breath. "What was that baby?" I asked giving him my best innocent look. "Shit babes I do anything, literally anything but please stop teasing me. I... I can't...please just..." he was a mess at this point and I felt a little pride in my chest, I barely touched him and he was already wax in my hands. "Awww so impatient? But how could I say no since you asked so nicely." without wasting time I took him completely in my mouth. Hearing Max moaning in response "Oh shit babes, that's so good." I started with slow motions and got faster every second, using my tongue to give him extra pleasure. His hands were buried in my hair holding it in a strong grip,his whole body was shaking. "Please, don't... don't stop babes I'm so close." his voice was shaky and sounded so desperate, hearing that was so incredibly hot. I increased the speed and started sucking till he came with a loud groan. I got up from my position and wrapped my arms around his still shaking body." You look like you need a break baby." he pulled me close to his chest, kissing the top of my head. "Jesus babes that was... that was amazing. You are amazing. Give me just a few minutes and I..." but I stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. "Don't worry about it baby. We have the whole weekend and you deserved to relax a bit after all the hard." "You're the best girlfriend in the world babes. I love you so much." "I love you too Max"

[yardsards]

i dont wanna prev tag your almost name post since we're not mutuals but i wanted to compliment you on your name eliot :] i've always liked the name elliot/eliot bc of how well it rolls off the tongue, and one of my favorite characters is named elliot ! (tho i got into the media he was in After realizing how much i love the name). i wouldve named myself elliot too but i wanted to keep the alliteration in my name (A. A.) so like, congrats on the cool name :] you wear it well + i hope this didn't come across as out of pocket

don't worry, anon, this isn't out of pocket at all! (and i don't mind one bit if ppl who aren't my mutuals prev tags me; in fact i think it's quite nice. i don't think i've come across anyone who said they minded that sort of thing, actually)

anyway thank you so much! it's (obviously) a name i love very much, and i also love it because of the way it rolls off the tongue (meaning-wise it's actually kinda boring tho and fits me less well than my runner-up name isaac would have. but i figures how it sounds and looks is way more important to me than what it means, cuz i'm gonna hear and see my name daily but will seldom be thinking about its meaning)

the way it sounds reminds me of like, a sky full of stars and the sound of bells. i remember first hearing it as a kid, actually, (i think in a video game my big sister was playing) and thinking it was pretty back then

(sidenote: i was torn between spelling it eliot vs elliot, and ended up going one L because it looked nicer and somehow more androgynous to me. but part of me kinda regrets that cuz tons of people mispell it and spell it with two Ls. but i've been spelling it one L for years and have no intention if changing it lol)

[moneymasnn]

The baby sitter and the brother| Mason Mount

Part 1: Part 2 will contain a follow on smut.

Request: Hey , can you do one where y/ n is summer’s babysitter, and one day she comes to babysit her and mason comes to see jaz ,but obviously he doesn’t find her ( it’s the first time y/n and mason saw each other ) and summer asks if he can stay a little bit with them, there are a lot of sexual tension between them and when summer is asleep they make out ( maybe add a smut ) . I really like what you write and I hope you can do this one 💙

Notes: This is a repost since the first one got taken down, so ive placed the smut into a second part where you can read here thank you for all the love, I love every single one of you more than anything, thank you for all the kind messages too! They honestly make me cry lol. But my reqs are open rn if you want to request anything, I do have a long list of drafts so don't expect anything to be written really quickly, but I try. Anyways... enjoy the fic xox

Warnings: None, mild swearing maybe?

"There's some snacks in the fridge, no ice cream after 8pm and when she's asleep the parental lock pin for the tv is just 1234." Said Jazs husband smiled at you, Sam. They were putting their coats on getting ready to leave for a weekend date night.

You and Jaz had been friends for years, her and your older sister, steph being best friends, you grew up with Jaz as practically like a second older sister. But now she was married with a baby, and you knew she was stressed so you offered to babysit Summer while she and Sam had their first date night in what seemed like a couple years.

"Dont worry about us, you two go have fun!" You smiled as you waved off Jaz, who was fiddling around.

"Oh y/n, there's wine in the fridge, just help yourself!" whispered Jaz as Sam was calling for her to put her heels on.

Once they were finally almost out the door you felt a little tug at your joggers, looking down to see a smiley summer who was making grabby hands at you. You picked her up, taking her hand in yours as you waved goodbye to Jaz and Sam.

"Say bye to mummy and daddy Summer." Summer mumbled a few goodbyes as Jaz gave her loads of sloppy kisses before Sam finally managed to get her out of the door.

"Okay, what's first?" You say to a smirking summer, who had apparently made a list of things for you both to do that night.

The first thing on her list, that she asked Jaz to write for her, was she wanted you to braid her hair to look like Rapunzel's, which was fun, until she asked to do yours.

Which is how you ended up in the state you were currently in, your hair was in complete knots, filled with her sparkly butterfly clips hanging down in your face as well as the flour smudges that were all down your top from what was next on Summers list, cookies.

Summer sat on the little kitchen stool, eating all of the chocolate chips out of the packet while you were trying to get all of the ingredients right. Then there was a knock at the door that startled you a bit. Summer was taking no notice of you since she was too busy devouring all of the chocolate, so you quickly left the kitchen to answer the front door.

"Don't touch anything while I quickly answer the door, okay sunny?" You tried to brush off some of the flour on your top as your hand wrapped around the handle of the door. You didn't think much of the knock, thinking maybe it was a neighbor or something, but it was... great...Mason. Jazs brother.

"I- oh, Hello." Mason said with a smirk when he noticed it wasn't his sister at the door. He put his phone in his jumper pocket as he examined all of the butterfly clips in your hair and the flour spread out on your top. You mentally cringed as you saw him eye up your awful state, his eyebrows raised as he lightly poked the instead of his cheek with his tongue. 

"Jaz isn't home. I'm babysitting." You slightly smiled at him, feeling the rather awkward tension between the two of you..

"Your hair looks nice." Mason quickly says, clearly trying to suppress a laugh as he raised his eyebrows again, giving you one of his signiture stupid little cockly smirks.

"Thank you, I can give you the name of my hair stylist if you'd like, she's very good." You say with an attitude, flashing him a sarcastic smile making him giggle a little .

"I'll have to hold you to that." He smirked, he had that stupid face on, his stupid little cocky face. 

Mason was attractive, you couldn't deny that, but the only woman he hadn't managed to get around happened to be you. He liked that you were too stubborn to give in to his little fuck boy flirting tactics, but for some reason that never stopped him from trying. There had been multiple occasions where mason had ‘tried’ to seduce you. For example family holidays or even your sister's wedding last year, the wedding in which he had brought a date too. 

But Mason was never in a rush when it came to you, he knew it would happen eventually, but he was perfectly okay with waiting for it to happen on its own. He didn't want to force it with you. But just because he felt like this doesn't mean you have to know.

"You can come in, were making cookies." You raised your eyebrows as mason had no time for space and just barged through the door, squishing you against the wall.

You could feel his breath on your face while he placed his hands on the wall, taking his shoes off with his other hand. You knew what he was doing, and you weren't going to play into his weird extremely tempting game. You were here to babysit his niece, not fuck the uncle.

When you stepped back into the kitchen you watched Summers' eyes practically light up as she saw uncle walk into the room.

"Uncle Masey!" She screamed as she jumped up on the chair to jump in his arms.

You watched as he grabbed her out of the chair, spinning her in the air as she yelled out of joy, clearly loving being In the arms of her uncle.

He then sat her down on the counter top as he peered over your shoulder, once again having no regard for your personal space as he read the ingredients list you had up on your phone.

You turned your head to look at him, furring your brows as he just smiled and looked down at Summer, who had gone back to eating all of the chocolate chips.

"Can Uncle masey stay y/n/n?" Summer asked you, with her cute little voice and that pout, you couldn't say no.

"If he wants too." You smile at her before turning your attention back to your phone.

"I wouldn't miss out on eating all of your cookies would I?" Mason smiled as he ruffled her hair slightly, trying to to damage the near plait you had put in her hair.

"Masey! Don't touch my hair, Y/n/n did it." She pouted at him as she slapped his hand as hard as she could, and for a three year old you would be quite shocked at her abilities.

"Ouch." Mason searched with a small voice crack as he pulled back his hand.

He slightly admired her hair, it was really pretty and neat, Mason smiled as he turned to you, who was getting the dough out for Summer to make shapes out of her cookies.

Mason then sat up at the table and helped make a few of the cookie shapes. Overall the time wasn't too bad, Mason hadn’t made one inappropriate comment and summer was clearly getting tired, meaning she wouldn't play you up to go to sleep tonight.

After a while summer ran off to the front room to play with her toys while the cookies were in the oven, so you started to clean up when Mason came up behind you at the sink.

"I'll help." He shrugged, as he bumped his hip into yours for you to move over so he could help you wash the dirty dishes.

"I'll clean, you dry?" He turned to look at you with a smirk, your noses practically touching with how close to you he was.

You both stood in silence as Mason mumbled the odd "here" to pass you something for you to dry, you didn't make much mess so you cleaned up pretty quickly.

You then retreated to the sofa, as summer made her demands of what movie she wanted to watch. 

She ended up picking some Disney film, but first you took her upstairs and got her changed into her pjs while Mason got the cookies out of the oven.

When you got back down the stairs Mason had put some blankets out and put the warm cookies on a plate on the coffee table. Summer jumped in his arms as she wrapped the blanket around her.

"Can we all cuddle?" She said as she made grabby hands for you to sit on her other side, so that's how you ended spending your Saturday night, making a sandwich between the child you were babysitting and her uncle. Mason's arm was draped over the sofa, the tips of his fingers just about grazing your shoulder as you felt yourself melt at the slight contact.

Summer fell asleep during the film with a melted cookie in her hand, you both giggled at the toddler before you picked her up, taking her upstairs to put to bed.

"I can carry her up for you." Mason said, as he shot up on the sofa.

"She's fine, she's not heavy." You smiled as you walked past him, slightly confused, you didn't want to pass her over in case she woke up anyway.

"Well i'll help you up the stairs, in case you slip." Mason shrugged as you once again furred your brows.

"Okay?" You slightly giggled confused at his actions, but you shrugged him off walking up the staircase.

Once you got up the stairs you placed a soft kiss on Summer's head and tucked her under her covers. She was half asleep and mumbling a few things to you while Mason stood in the doorway, admiring how patient you were with her.

"Night sunny." You whisper as you pull the door to an almost close and stand in the hallway with Mason, who had a wide smile on his face.

"What time are Jazz and Sam back?" He quizzed you as you brushed past him, both making your way down the stairs.

"In the morning." you mumbled.

"In the morning?" Mason said, taken back slightly, realizing you were about to spend the night alone with him.

You nod at him as you make way to the kitchen, but Mason beats you to it as he grabs the bottle of wine from the fridge.

"Want one?" He says with a smirk, raising his eyebrows.

"Are you trying to seduce me by getting me drunk on the job, Mount?" You said, crossing your arms with a smirk.

You watched Mason's smile drop as he was clearly nervous. "I- I what? Ha no, I didn't mean it like-"

"Mason, I'm joking." you giggle at him as you grab two glasses from the cupboard. Mason awkwardly smiles at you as you notice the pink tint in his cheeks, do you make him nervous?

You watched mason disappear back into the front room with the bottle in hand, you peered down at the two small glasses in you hand, tonight, was going to be a weird night...

part 2 (contains smut)

part 3

[scarofthewind]

Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life. 

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking. 

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed. 

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently. 

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair: 

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk. 

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him. 

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt. 

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear. 

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers: 

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss. 

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover. 

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs. 

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were. 

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock. 

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed. 

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you. 

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees: 

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover. 

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls. 

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his. 

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front. 

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did. 

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted.