#god it makes me wanna fuckin moan rn

[anxious-anomaly]

[18+ blog || minors DNI]

I would not last if singularity hit / actual ai and/or robots took over the world

I literally just heard a robot voice in some music and my highass brain ~crumpled~ in what I can only equate to a mental, visual version of a moan.

The voice hit at the perfect point in my thinking where the noise just sent me over from the volume and sharpness and blacked out my consciousness for the second it played

fuck it'd be nice to be connected to them - ai, robot, whatever. connect me with wires, keep me plugged in, no consciousness just high on good feels. lemme be your mindless toy you please with your voice every now an again

yeah I would not last, I'd be killed or cum immediately

[javiscigarette]

Good Luck Charm

Joel Miller x f!reader (pre outbreak)

Summary: Joel loves the Texas Longhorns and you're just needy (someone please make an edit of him wearing any Longhorns merch im begging)

Warnings: smut (duh), established relationship, mainly just cockwarming, with a daddy kink, and heavy on the dirty talk, cream pie, ass play, whatever else I'm forgetting, no use of Y/N

w/c: 3.3k

A/N: Here's something no one asked for! This definitely isn't my best work but I'm in a funk rn and it's the best I could do! Also hello daddy kink apparently! Oh! And I hit 1k followers a while ago so thank you for that!!! So many hugs and smoochies for everyone ilysm guys 😚🫶🥰❤️❤️❤️ ALSO the AMAZING EDIT MADE BY @serenaxpedro !!!!

my masterlist

There were two things that Joel loved wholeheartedly: you and the Texas Longhorns. 

Joel goes all out for football season. Each year, as soon as September rolls around, you rarely find him without his Longhorns cap on. In the car, it’s not music, it’s a live radio broadcast or a recap of the latest game. And God fucking forbid if you even thought about touching the TV on a Sunday or Monday night.  

And now It’s a Sunday evening in September and the Longhorns are playing, which means Joel is completely preoccupied.  

You waltz down the stairs and into the living room clad in nothing but his Longhorns t-shirt that ends at your midthigh. You find him sitting on the couch, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand with his eyes glued to the screen. He doesn’t notice you at first and you have to stand practically right in front of the TV for him to take his eyes off the screen. When he finally does, he rakes his eyes over your body, a crooked smirk spreading across his face when he sees what you’re wearing.

Thankfully, you caught him at the start of a commercial break. So, he leans back and pats his knee and beckons you over with a soft “C’mere pretty girl.” 

It’s the first bit of attention he’s given you all evening, so you happily bounce over to him and climb into his lap, straddling him with your knees on either side of his hips and your arms draped around his neck. 

“You look so fuckin’ good in this, angel” Joel says, his voice already husky with arousal as he smooths his hands up your thighs. 

“Thank you, daddy” you whisper with an innocent giggle. 

He looks up at you and cocks an eyebrow. You’re no stranger to calling him that, but Joel usually has to spend a lot more time taking you apart for you to use it. 

“You gettin’ needy, sweet girl?” he coos, his hands sliding over your hips and over the curve of your ass. 

You don’t say anything, just grind your hips down harshly, moaning softly at the friction. Joel chuckles at your eagerness while palming at your ass. 

“The game is almost over, angel. Just one more quarter and then I’ll play with you all you want.” 

You huff in frustration. 

“But you’ve been in here all day” you whine. 

Joel laughs again. 

“I’ve barely been in here for two hours, angel. Think you’re just needy” he retorts, poking you in the side with a playful smile.

You huff again and tug at the curls at the nape of his neck as you roll your hips against his. 

“Please?” you ask, your voice drenched in desperation. “I’ll be a good girl and stay still so you can watch the game. Just wanna feel you inside me.” 

Joel eyes you and his hands tighten on your hips as you continue to move against his. 

“Can’t say no when you ask so pretty like that.” 

You grin ear to ear and Joel rolls his eyes. 

“Needy and spoiled” Joel teases as he fiddles with the hem of your t-shirt. 

With his eyes fixed on yours, his palms slide up your thigh, leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake. He reaches the crease of your thigh and stops suddenly with a sharp inhale. He raises an eyebrow at you as he trails his fingers over the bare skin that should be covered by your panties. 

You look at him, feigning innocence as you chew on the corner of your lip to suppress a mischievous smile. He narrows his eyes at you as he slowly slides a finger along your already soaking wet seam. You’re far too wet and swollen just from sitting in his lap for less than two minutes. And when he slides a finger into your leaking hole, he can obviously feel it. He looks down and sees the wet spot that’s already forming on the front of his jeans. 

“Needy, spoiled, and naughty” he purrs, his voice low and gravelly. “S’that what you were doin’ up there all by yourself, babygirl? Stretchin’ your sweet little pussy so you could come down here and sit on daddy’s cock?” 

All you can manage is a vigorous nod, a needy whine, and another roll of your hips, trying to get his finger deeper inside you. He graciously slips in a second finger with minimal resistance and lets out a soft groan as your leak starts to leak past his fingers and drips to his palm. 

“Tell me how you did it” Joel commands calmly as curls his fingers and starts moving his wrist with languid strokes.

You whimper pathetically and clench tightly around his fingers as he slowly strokes your g-spot. 

“J-just on my fingers, daddy” you whimper while trying to grind your clit against his palm.

Joel hums suspiciously.

“How many?”

“Just shit – just two.”   

“Did you cum, babygirl? Did you cum with your fingers stuffed in your little cunt?” 

Joel’s voice is so low now, his gravelly timbre sending a shiver down your spine. You shake your head and whine again and nose at his neck, hoping that a few neck kisses might distract him. But of course, they don’t. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be a big girl and use your words” 

“No, daddy” you mumble, dropping your head to avoid his gaze. 

Joel moves a hand from your thigh to under your chin, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him again. 

“Why’s that angel?” he presses. 

“Needed you, daddy. Couldn’t do it myself. Didn’t want to do it myself” you confess, your cheeks heating up at the admission. 

Even after all this time with Joel, he still easily made you a blushing, flustered mess within seconds. 

“My poor little baby” Joel coos with sarcastic empathy. “Just a needy little slut for daddy’s cock, huh?”

You nod shyly and tug at his hair again. Joel just smirks at you before focusing on the screen again. 

“Get it out then, angel. Game is ‘bout to start again” 

With a jolt of excitement, you scramble to tug his pants halfway down his thighs. Your mouth waters when you free his cock, his length hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your eyes flicker up to him and he looks at you through the corner of his eye, gives you a slight permissive nod then looks back at the TV. 

You move to hover over him before you start slowly sinking down on his cock, both of you moaning in unison at the sensation of him stretching your tight walls. It’s a stretch, it always is, especially when he doesn’t get the chance to open you up on his fingers. 

“You’re so big, daddy” you pant breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulder as you stretch yourself out on his length. 

“Don’t tell me it’s too much after begged to be filled, baby.” Joel chides. 

You make a small noise and double down on your efforts. You whimper softly as you start sinking again, feeling every single inch of him stretch you out your little hole so deliciously. You exhale deeply once you’re full seated. Joel lets out a quiet groan and tightens his grip on your hip. 

“God fuckin damn, babygirl” Joel says quietly. “Always so tight for your daddy.” 

Your sink your teeth into your lower lip, biting back a moan at his words, trying to prove to him that you can be good. It takes a moment for you to resist the urge to ride him, but soon enough the desperation melts into relaxation, the feeling of being so full of him satisfying all your needs. He’s not even fully hard yet and your walls tingle and flutter around him as he continues to swell inside of you. With a sated sigh, you lay your head on his broad shoulder, and you let your eyes close. He holds you close to him, a protective arm draped over you stroking your back absentmindedly. 

“S’this all you wanted, sweet pea? Just needed daddy inside of ya?” he asks, his hand still gliding over your back and occasionally squeezing your ass. 

You nod and snuggle up into him even more. You could die happy right here, stuffed full of Joel with his heart beating against your cheek, warm and safe in his embrace. 

There’s no resisting falling into the overwhelming sense of tranquility that settles deep in your bones. Your breathing starts to slow down as you melt against his body and your head goes fuzzy when you bury your face in the junction of his neck and inhale the intoxicating scent of fresh laundry mixed with his cologne. You’re vaguely aware that Joel is talking to the TV, the sound of his voice fading in and out of your head. But you don’t bother making any sense of the words. You just focus on the rumble of his chest as speaks. 

After a few quiet minutes, he reaches over to the side table to pick up his beer, jostling you around a bit in the process. You make a small noise at the movement, his cock sliding just a bit further inside you to press against that spot deep inside you. You can feel every twitch and surge of his cock inside you, your body responding with a fresh gush of slick to each one, leaving you dripping mess in his lap. 

Joel finishes his beer in two gulps and sets it back down on the table before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You’ve been good so far, staying still and not moving like you promised and the game is almost over. So, Joel decides to give you a little reward. 

He brings his free hand up to your face and traces the line of your jaw and cheekbone with a knuckle. You practically purr and nuzzle into the gentle touch. And as if he can read your mind, probably because he can at this point, he rests two fingertips, cool and damp from the condensation on his beer bottle on your lips. 

You automatically part your lips, giving him silent permission to slide his fingers into you warm, wet mouth. He can’t stop the groan that bubbles up out of his throat as you suck his fingers mindlessly, your cunt clenches rhythmically around him.

He turns his head away from the screen just long enough to see your eyes rolling in bliss under your closed eyelids with drool starting to dribble out past his fingers and down your chin. 

“Bein’ so good, pretty girl” he whispers, pushing his fingers further back and pressing down against your tongue, making a strained sound when you gag. 

“Sound so pretty too gaggin’ on my fingers like that.” 

You keen at his praise and reflexively roll your hips. He shushes you and tightens his grip on your hip, keeping you in place. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant against his neck when he resituates again, his thick head now firmly pushing against your sweet spot. 

You let out a soft mewl, the sound muffled by the fingers shoved down your throat. Joel hisses quietly when you dig your fingernails into the backs of his shoulders. There will be some pretty marks there in the morning. 

“Game’s almost over, sweetpea. Can you hold on for five more minutes? Can you do that for daddy?”  

You nod lazily against him and try to stay as still as possible. You want to be good; you really do. But it’s a herculean effort with him buried so deep inside of you, pressing against all the right places. 

Joel slowly slides his fingers out of your mouth and shushes you again when you whine quietly. You open one eye to watch as he lowers it behind you. You can’t see what he’s doing but your certainly feel it when he spreads your cheeks with one hand and feels where you’re connected. 

“Oh, baby” Joel sighs, feeling how much you’re leaking out around him. “Making such a mess, sweet girl.” He whispers roughly. 

He gathers some of your slick on his already spit-soaked fingers before moving his finger higher to circle your tight hole. 

“Daddy!” you whine, lifting your head in surprise to look at him. 

“Hush, baby” Joel commands. He doesn’t even look at you as he cradles the back of your head with his freehand and forcing you to rest your head back on his shoulder. He stopped watching the game a while ago, but he keeps his gaze fixed to the TV knowing that his lack of attention gets you all the more worked up.  “Let daddy play with his little toy.” 

His hand leaves your head and spreads you open once again. And all you can do is lie there, helpless, and desperate at the mercy of your lover’s hands. 

“You’re so naughty, baby” Joel whispers, as he prods at the tight ring of muscle. “All you little holes are so tight for your daddy. Just for me, huh?” 

You nod and open your mouth to speak but he starts pushing a finger in you and all the comes out is a wanton cry. 

“Jesus Christ” He curses when you tighten even more around him, absolutely obsessed with how your body reacts to his touch. 

You try your best to stay still as he keeps pushing his finger in slowly. But you keep clenching around his cock, and he keeps twitching in reaction creating a circular kindling effect that drives you crazy. 

“Can’t daddy” you whimper pathetically, breath fanning over his neck, hot and humid. 

“But you are, babygirl” Joel reassures, pushing his finger all the way inside of you, groaning at all the different ways your squeezing him. “Takin’ me so well sweetie god you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” 

You moan again, the sound going straight to Joel’s ear and travelling down his spine as a hot tingle. You give an experimental roll of your hips, testing him and seeing what he’s willing to let you do. And he doesn’t stop you. 

With his finger buried in your ass and his cock stuffed in your leaking cunt, you start gently rolling your hips, gasping at the new sensations with each movement. Joel’s chest heaves with each breath as you slowly build up speed against him.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to find the perfect angle that lets you grind your clit down against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. It’s too fucking much to handle and the pool of molten liquid in your abdomen is quickly growing as you hurtle towards your release. 

“Oh, daddy please” you whine desperately between loud moans. 

“What do you need, angel?” Joel asks like he doesn’t already know. “Tell me. Tell daddy what you need.” 

You gulp for air, but you still can’t get a good breath. You’re so full of him. Every square inch of your skin is on fire now, every touch feels so good, his scent is filling your head and you can’t think straight. 

“Need – fuck daddy! – I need to cum, I’m gonna cum please let me daddy please” you babble, now clawing at his shoulders. 

“Shh baby it’s okay. You’ve been so good for me, lemme feel you cum all over my cock, sweet girl.” 

You moan in relief and start to allow the pleasure to take over your body. Joel watches in amazement as you fall apart on top of him when he barely even had to move a muscle. You keep your face buried in his neck and Joel groans at the sounds your making so close to his ear. You start trembling on top of him as your moans grow louder and louder, letting him know you’re seconds away from release. He keeps his finger inside of you and wraps his other arm around your waist, holding you flush against his body. 

“Lift up a bit, baby” Joel grunts into your hair. 

You barely hear him, but the last working part of your brain process his words and your body automatically complies. You press into your knees and your thighs shake as you lift yourself up off of him just slightly.  

The next second, Joel slams his hips up into yours, chasing after your tight, wet heat, already needing to be buried inside of you again. You scream as he pounds into you, his pace brutal and unwavering. Liquid heat surges through your veins and your hypersensitive walls grip him like a vice as the hot coil in your abdomen starts to unravel. 

Joel doesn’t stop as you start to cum. If anything, he speeds up. He punches up into your g-spot with each thrust over and over and over again, desperate to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible. More hot slick starts gushing out of you around him and Joel can’t believe how drenched you are right now. 

“There you go babygirl. Soak daddy’s dick” Joel rasps, his voice cracking as he starts to chase his own orgasm. 

The way he can feel himself move inside you, just a thin wall separating his cock and finger combined with the feeling of you sinking your teeth into his neck is making him absolutely feral. He’s only seconds behind you. He’s been just as affected, just as turned on as you this whole time. He’s just a lot better at hiding it. 

“You want daddy’s cum, angel?”  Joel pants, his eyes rolling back when you tangle your finger in the curls at the base of the neck and pull. 

You nod fervently and choke out “Yes, daddy! Please, want it inside” between long, loud moans. 

“M’gonna fill you up, sweet girl. Have so much for you. Just for you, baby.” 

You cry out at Joel’s promise and tug even harder at his hair and suck at the skin between your teeth. That’s all it takes for him to break. His fingertips dig into your ribs, and he pulls you down on top of him then empties himself inside you, unloading ropes and ropes of hot cum into your awaiting pussy. He holds you impossibly close and gives your moans a run for their money with the sounds he makes. 

“Baby, baby jesus fuck you’re so good” Joel huffs as you continue to move your hips, riding out and extending both of your orgasms for as long as possible. 

You’re both completely unaware of how much time passes as the two of you sit there, panting and trying to catch your breaths. Joel moves his hand from your waist to your hair, gently stroking and grunting softly as you keep spasming around him as the aftershocks of your orgasm course through your body. He brushes the hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear so he can get a good look at your face, your eyes closed, eyebrows drawn together and your mouth hanging open as small whimpers tumble past your lips. 

“You look so pretty all fucked out like this, baby” Joel murmurs. 

You slowly open your eyes and look up at him with hooded lids. He gives you a soft smile that heats you from the inside out and fills your heart with a warm fuzzy feeling. You give him one in return, the corners of your lips curling up into a crooked grin. 

“Thank you, daddy” you mumble, your voice rough and ruined. 

“Anything for you, sweet girl” Joel says quietly as he cards his fingers through your hair. “Anything.”  

He looks at you for a few more moments, wishing he could burn the image to the inside of his eyelids to look at forever. But the sound of the announcers on TV catch his attention and he flicks his eyes to the screen. 

He looks back at you with a wide, giddy smile. 

“Did we win?” you ask, your words slow and syrupy. 

“Sure did, angel” Joel says happily before leaning down to place a kiss to your temple. “You’re my good luck charm, baby. Think you need to do that for every game from now on”

You giggle and let your eyes slip close again, finally fully satisfied. 

Thank you for reading!! please let me know if you liked it I need extra validation rn

[inkedells]

reader accidentally calling “daddy” dbf!joel !! i wanna know how he reacts 😫 btw i love reading ur stories!! 🫶🏻

A/N: i've been wanting to write this for so long and this request gave me an excuse to sooooo here ya go!

m!dni | requests open.

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obvs), shy!reader, dbf!joel lovessss dirty talk, like srsly the filthiest dirty talk, grinding, sorta kinda some reeaaaally light humiliation vibes, p in v

masterlist

The first time you blurted it out, Joel thought he was hearing things.

It was early morning. With your legs twisted into his, you had maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling his thigh as you both lay on your sides. Joel just embraced you, petting your hair and cooing dirty things and sweet things alike as you worked your hips against the warm heat of his skin.

“Mm,” You moaned, gently kissing the column of Joel’s neck as his large hands grabbed your ass and guided the movement of your hips. 

“C’mon, honey, use it. You’re not stopping ‘till my thigh’s soaked.”

Joel removed one of his hands from your backside in favor of stroking himself from beneath the cover of his boxers instead. The way he tented the fabric had you salivating, something primal taking over as you whispered, “Want it…”

Joel noticed the way your eyes were intensely trained on his crotch, and he immediately understood.

“What?” He pulled his cock from its confines, “You wanna fuck this instead?”

You bit your lip and nodded, completely aware of the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I’m not sure you want it bad enough, though,” Joel teased, and you knew immediately what this was about. He wanted to hear dirty, depraved things come out of your mouth. His favorite part about you being vocal was the way your arousal would make you stumble over your sentences and mumble just barely above a whisper as you whined between words.

Maybe it was the intoxication of his scent as you continued to grind against him eagerly, or the way he kept muttering, “I got you,” with every whimper that fell from your lips, but you were suddenly filled with an urge you didn’t know how to stave off.

It came out like a whisper. Something you could’ve easily shrugged off and insisted never happened.

“Daddy… Want it, please...”

The hands that were working your ass over before were now frozen.

You removed your face from the crook of Joel’s neck and looked up at him with hooded eyes as you continued grinding on his thigh.

Joel cracked a crooked smile. “It’s like that, huh?”

You blushed as you nodded hesitantly, hugging Joel tight as he untangled your legs from his own and rolled you onto your back, towering above you as he bracketed your hips with his knees.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good and hard and deep, just how his baby needs.”

“Oh god, yes,” You moaned. Joel never took his eyes off you as he slipped off your panties and swiped a finger through your aching, wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet. Anybody else get you like this?”

“No,” You whispered shakily, hands darting to grip Joel’s wrist as he worked against your pussy in tandem.

“Who? Who do you become a whining, wet, horny little mess for?”

“You, Daddy,” You whimpered, groaning at the loss when Joel pulled his hand away from your pussy in favor of taking his cock out of his boxers.

“Mm, that’s right. Baby’s gonna get fucked real messy now, that alright? Can Daddy stuff this cute little pussy to the brim with his cum?”

You hadn’t even responded yet when Joel suddenly pressed against your entrance with the tip of his cock and entered you in one smooth motion.

"Ruin it, Daddy."

masterlist

A/N: yeah yeah i know i'm pumping out fics like crazy but i just have a lot of motivation rn so keep the requests coming!! i love u all i'll try to get as many done as possible (before i inevitably crash and don't write anything for a week)

taglist (the rest will be in a reblog, if your name is crossed out i can't tag you):

@basicoccult @myhusband2cool @fleuraimer @chunguk @xkyxkyxxlylcylulucufifluclu @pintsizedsunshine @s1eepy-bear @daddysuperduperlonglegs @worhols @evyiione @criesside @saph-cyare

@gswizzsstuff @baloobalee @gessmiller05 @trynasurvivelol @yazsos @marchai @pompii @alyssa1216 @daddy-din @msmagix4 @blooming-bubs @huffle-punk @whorrorain @iliketoeatstrawberrypocky @onlineplant @totallynotastanacc @hiddenbabynyc @thedoctorofpoop @kamcrazy123 @afterglowsb-tch13

@redplaidedandcladed @simping-soldat @martyluvsu @mingiast @teddybonkers1960 @brittmb15 @ellswilliams

[becca-e-barnes]

I'm about to go work out but the only thought in my head rn is this mf being really dominant and I can't function

There's not much I hate more than being told what to do, pls explain how tf I ever feel submissive 🙃

But just the thought of him looking like that and being so damn authoritative. He knows how much you get off on entirely submitting to him and he's pretty proud of himself.

"Knees. Now." That's all you need him to say before you're sinking to the carpet, looking up at him expectantly because you know he's got plans for you. You're eye level with the bulge in his trousers but you don't want to acknowledge that just yet; you can't look too desperate for it.

"Good girl." He hums quietly, undoing his button and zipper while you're still looking up at him. He frees his cock, giving it a few firm strokes but you still don't look. Not until the soft, warm tip lands on your lips.

There's no stopping yourself. Before you've truly thought about it, your lips are wrapped around the head, swirling your tongue over him, willing to do whatever it takes to be rewarded with the taste of his precum.

"Oh sweetheart, you suck dick like a slut, you know that?" His hand is on the back of your head. Not pressing or guiding, more just a tether.

You hum contentedly, taking more and more of him until you're gagging quietly, trying to hide the sound behind your moans.

"I wanna fuck this pretty little throat." Steve groans. He's wrecked and it's so rewarding for you to know you got him like this.

"This isn't fair, baby. Daddy doesn't want to make you cry but you look so fuckin' pretty with tears streamin' down your cheeks. You're so beautiful when I ruin you." The tears had been threatening to spill for quite some time, only evidence of the assault on the back of your throat.

You looked up at him as they fell past your waterline, rolling down your cheeks, almost in perfect sync and the moan that Steve let out at the sight was Heavenly.

"God, you're testing me. Takin' everything in me not to use your throat like a little fleshlight. I should give you something to really cry about."

[soudakuwunmoment]

expressing my take on dream is how i finally get cancelled but tbh im ready.

so i just watched the moistcritical video on whatever bullshit happened on twitter regarding him.

i wanna establish that im not exactly a dream fan. i dont watch videos of his or really anyone from that part of youtube. i dont think hes that great of a person necessarily.

also, i want to establish that i am an idiot 18yo boy. ight? im not some kind of expert on this shit. its literally just my take. its an opinion. and im putting it on the internet. as people tend to do.

okay. recap. dream allegedly sent snapchat videos of him moaning to a minor. there is zero proof that the video was from him, and zero proof that it was sent to a minor. then the fight between dream and gumballva. oh my god. guys. god i cant even with this bit. alright alright ill get to it

im gonna completely fuckin disregard the snapchat thing. theres absolutely no proof. innocent until proven guilty, as it goes.

about the fight between dream and gbva. holy shit stop taking sides. both of these men are immature man babies whos fame got to their head. "it was a physical fight!!!!!!" believe it or not, drunk slapfights happen sometimes. just because the fight was between two famous guys doesnt make it any more important or significant.

gbva was referring to himself as Michelangelo. he was saying how dream is "miniscule compared to him" like the worlds most pathetic dick measuring competition. he mentioned his "intellectual stature" guys. my friend told me about how the gumball va TOTALLY BURNED DREAM and DESTROYED HIM so i had high expectations. but no. the guys just stroking his own ego and shittalking some other guy, and people are hype about it because the other guy is dream and OOOOOOO DREAM BAD GUYS.... and because gumball is pretty well loved as a show. he called dream a slur. like on one hand, it is INSANE to me that a famous guy called someone a slur and twitter cheered. on the other hand its actually not that big a deal. yes, slurs and homophobia are a big deal. but let me reiterate that this is literally just two drunk dudes trying to roast each other and failing miserably. a slur isnt going to end the world. like it isnt cool that he said it, he shouldnt have said it, but honestly what the fuck ever. people are being killed in mass rn and this is what we're arguing about and im part of the problem so WAHOO.

and then theres the fact that dream recorded it. guys its not that fucking weird. im sorry to burst your bubble but recording arguments or recording when someone is aggressive towards you isnt abnormal. was it a little bit dramatic and incredibly childish to post it on twitter? yeah!!! duh!!! this is dream we're talking about. dramatic. childish. but the thing is, and hear me out, hes allowed to do that. insane as it may be, humans are allowed to be dramatic and childish. humans are allowed to brag about their "intellectual stature" in a cab after a night out. humans are allowed to be flawed. no, i dont think he was recording it due to feeling unsafe. i do in fact believe he was recording it to start drama. i believe whole heartedly that dream recorded the argument hoping his teenaged fanbase would run to his rescue. and you know what? who gives a shit!! are you actually surprised? are you REALLY? because dream very obviously has something wrong in his head. im not saying that the shit he does is okay because of it. but i want everyone reading this right now to imagine how you would realistically cope if you suddenly became famous during the fucking plague at the ripe ass age of 21 in the span of a month and then spent the next 3 years being either worshipped by children in mass or brutally harassed by literally the entire world. because believe it or not, 21 year olds are immature and are not normally equipped to deal with a situation like that. its entirely possible that dream already had issues, and its also entirely possible that he FORMED issues in the past 3 years due to the intense stress of his situation. dream is fucked up. dream has issues.

but listen to me. as far as we know, dream is not a pedophile or a murderer or a racist or a homophobe or any of that shit. sure, hes awful at babysitting each and every one of his bajillion preteen fans, but thats kinda not his fucking responsibility??? if a kid is going around doing awful shit in the name of some guy, blame the kids parents. its their job to teach their kid how to act online and around other people. and sure, dream is very very likely a narcissist and seems to be incapable of criticism and needs attention constantly or else he keels over like a scared gerbil and dies. hes kind of a shitty fuckin guy!! BUT GUESS. WHAT. so is like 70% of the population!!!! most of us are fucking awful!!

i know i cant change shit, i know id get bodied by even a single dream anti. i just wish people would stop giving him attention, leave him the fuck alone, and let him get therapy or spend a year in the woods or smoke some fucking weed idk.

seeing the reaction people have to literally just some schmuck makes me TERRIFIED of putting myself out there. can we all just accept that everyone is flawed and sometimes good people have shitty takes or do shitty things. if you had the same exposure to the world that dream did, how quickly would YOU get cancelled? im just. im fucking begging you to look at this guy (and other equally underwhelming schmucks) with a critical mind and context to why you may see them the way you do.

im not tagging this shit i dont hate myself that much. i dont mind if no one reads this i just wanna rant. just leave the guy be.

[marshmallows2345]

snapshot (jay halstead x fem! reader)

Content warning: smut, taking nudes, mirror sex, degredation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, general filth lol 😆

a/n: i swear i will get to requests! i just got back from vacation and have to get my life back on track lol, i’m working on something with antonio dawson rn

“look at yourself,” he huskily growled into your ear as he thrusted into you roughly. “look how fuckin’ pretty you are.”

his calloused hand cupped your jaw and forced your eyes to the mirror. you were a mess, sweaty, mascara smudged, and lips swollen and puffy, but you couldn’t have looked better. it was a living, breathing work of art being displayed. jay’s hot breath fanned on your neck as he took you from behind, his other hand gripping onto your hip.

“now you can see what i see, pretty girl. you looking so gorgeous, so fucked out. and this cunt is squeezing me so tight that i might just fill you up, huh?”

“oh, fuck!” you yelped as he rubbed your clit, making your body jerk. “please!”

“please what?”

“jay,” you whined. “don’t tease…”

“answer the question.”

“detective….”

“good girl. you’re gonna watch yourself as you cum. you understand?”

“yes, yes oh fuck!” you cried out as he pounded into you. “so, so fucking good, oh my god! detective! please!“

he darkly chuckled as he fucked you, fingers working your clit. you met his dark gaze in the mirror, and it sent shivers down your spine. his green eyes were blown with lust, making you whimper as your eyes locked.

“aw,” jay cooed as you rocked your hips back onto him. “you’re just the sweetest thing. next time we fuck, i wanna take some photos, maybe make a little album?”

“yes, yes! please oh my god!” you moaned as he rubbed your clit. “jay, jay..”

he grabbed your neck and tightened his hand around it. you whimpered as he forced you to look back at him.

“i thought we went over this, sweetheart. or does my dumb slut not know how to follow directions?” he asked, and your walls pulsed around him at his words. “oh, does someone like that? being a little slut?”

you nodded and meekly replied,

“your slut..”

if jay was turned on beforehand, he was absolutely feral now. hearing you give yourself to him like that drove him insane. his grip on your throat tightened as he kept driving his cock into you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he hit your deepest spots. you let out louder moans as he chased his high, wanting nothing more than to watch you leak his cum. his other hand kept on rubbing your clit, wanting to watch you come undone as well.

“oh my god, oh my god i’m so fucking-ah!”

“cum for me, my slut. cum for me.”

you tumbled over the edge, hips bucking back onto jay as you rode out your high. he sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before spilling into you.

“oh shit baby…”

“get your phone,” you panted. “take a-take a photo.”

jay reached over next to him and grabbed his phone. he put it in front of you and covered your breasts and cunt with his arms and hand. as he opened the camera app, he asked,

“you sure about this?”

“i want it so bad, yes.”

he snapped a shot of the two of you, the phone covering your face and his face was buried in your neck. you felt him pull out afterwards and you let out a soft whine.

“i know, beautiful, i know. let’s get you into a bath and get you all clean.”

[stargirlfics]

“Yeah? It feels good?”

You squeal in response, biting down on your lip and squinting your eyes in sheer pleasure.

“Use your words angel.” Chris grunts out, beginning to fuck deeper into you.

The feeling of him hitting your cervix with every thrust, mixed with the sound of his grunts and the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin sends you to the edge.

“Ple-ease, please, fuck I’m gonna cum, please!” You cry out, your fingernails digging into his wrists that were wrapped around your thighs.

“Oh baby. Cum on it. Cum for me, make a mess all over this fucking cock.” Hitting deeper and faster, grinding upwards at the end of each thrust, you began to spasm around his cock, body shuddering with each one.

“Oh god, fuck that’s it. I can feel you fucking squeezing me,” Chris moaned, slowly fucking into you with the same sharp hit at the end, savouring the feeling of your orgasm around him, “Feels so good angel, pulsing around my cock like that.”

Shivering and whimpering as he stopped to feel the last pulses, you wound your hips up against him ever so slightly.

“Such a good girl for me. Making a mess all over me like that,” as he pulled out to the tip, you winced at the lewd sound of your sex, audible wetness as he thrust straight back in back at the same pace, “Now be a doll and take my fucking cum.”

Can i be this 🌙 emoji? I love you and I wanna share these always!

Im sweating rn let me just reread this a few times so I have a dream about it tonight dhsjsjsjs OK COME THRU WITH THE FILTH! I love this holy fuck!

The praise and the encouragement and the roughness…break my fuckin back daddy ughhh!

[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

© property of hornime 2021. do not plagiarize any of my writing and do not repost/copy my writing onto any other sites.

[harrysgloves]

Three to tango

story summary: You, Harry, and Florence have a good time in your makeup trailer.

warnings: Language // THIS IS P*RN WITH LIKE ZERO PLOT // Threesome // w|w // spitting // oral (female receiving) // i have no idea what a production company is so don't come for me.

a/n: Brushing off the metaphorical cobwebs and finally getting back into writing! Woo-hoo! Ending could have been better but... meh. Also, I'm posting from mobile. If it looks weird, blame Tumblr ✌😍

REQUESTED: by @iwannaholdyoutight- and @hazgoldenstyles

And also by all these people... sorry it took so long.. 😁

>>><<<

"Stop movin'." You grumbled for the millionth time that morning. Your focus on covering up all these damn tattoos that you loved had become one of the worst things you had to do almost every morning.

"It tickles." He whined as the makeup brush ran over the inside of his arm. He instantly flinched away from the brush the moment it glided against a particularly sensitive spot.

"Harry!" You groaned, your eyes closed in frustration when he shot you the most adorable puppy eyes.

"'M sorry, kitten." He cooed, his lower lip pouted out when you sighed loudly, grabby hands tried to enclose around your waist before you smacked them away.

"H, I gotta get this done or you're gonna miss set time." 

"Wanna kiss." Those big green eyes flashed up to you from his spot in your makeup chair and you knew there was no way you could say no.

"One kiss." You clarified, knowing damn well he'd use kissing you as a distraction from being tickled again. 

He nodded eagerly before leaning slightly up to your level. Your eyes narrowed, still not sure you could trust that he wasn't going to divert your attention but his lips. 

God, his fucking lips.

They looked so memorizing. The light sheen of chapstick he'd applied earlier was still lingering across the plush pink cushions. His tongue wetting them, taunting you to come closer, and it worked.

You were so naive to think he wouldn't do this.

You squeaked as his hands gripped the fleshy curve of your hips. His lips twitched up into a smile against your own when he pulled you forward onto his lap as quickly as he could. 

You knew you should have tried to protest a bit more. You should have attempted to keep him on track but when his thigh pressed against your clothed core, you knew you were done for. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand got a firm grip on the round flesh of your ass.

"I see what you two do in here." That sweet voice floated through the thickening air in your makeup trailer as she opened the door. Your eyes lazily blinked open to see your smug boyfriend smile wide across his face. 

Whatever snarky come back that was sitting on the tip of your tongue was quickly choked down to the back of your throat when you looked up to see her wearing that. 

Who knew a robe could turn you on so much?

"Damn." Harry finally commented after your not so subtle shifting of your hips against his thigh. Now he completely understood why you'd suddenly gone silent. 

"Shut up." She mumbled under her breath. Her cheeks flamed red from your shameless stares. 

"You look great, baby." You smiled brightly, your hand extended out for her to take. "Mhm." Harry's quick agreement had both you and Flor rolling your eyes, but a small smile formed at the corner of her lips.

"Wait til you see what he's got to wear." She smiled brightly, her silky soft hand wrapped tightly in yours as she walked towards the both of you. 

"Better hurry up then," you practically jumped off Harry's lap, his lust filled eyes quickly turned fearfully as your eager hands reached for your set of brushes. "Hold him down for me."

"Gonna pay for this later, sweetheart." Harry grumbled as Florence's hand held down his arm. 

"Sort of counting on that, Harold. Now, be a good boy and hold still."

>>>

The rest of your day had been absolute torture. Your core ached, your underwear were beyond ruined, and you couldn't wait another minute for the both of them to finally be off set. 

Instead, the both of them casually took their time, leisurely hanging around to talk to other cast and crew while you were basically jumping out of your skin to get them back into the privacy of your trailer. 

After 30 minutes of them both shooting you sweet smiles and well disguised sultry eyes, you'd had enough. Your feet carried you as quickly across the lot to your haven, your fist clenched in your hand almost as tightly as your core.

You were dripping and the both of them knew you were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself.

It started out innocent enough, Harry's tattoos needed to be touched-up about a million times with the edge of his suit rubbing away the makeup there. You had been practically drooling over the both of them all day but when he saw your legs tighten together, he could help but lay it on thick. His hand rested on the small of your back as he circled around you, nose pressed almost completely against your ear as he whispered a raspy thank you. 

Florence was just as bad and she wasn't ever the instigator out of the three of you. She couldn't help it when she heard a soft whimper leave your lips when she brushed a few hairs off your forehead when you were redoing her makeup after lunch. 

She smiled sweetly, too sweetly, before those plush lips pressed tightly against your own. Her hand laced around your jaw to pull you tighter into her kiss. 

She pulled away from you before you were even close to being done. "Only fair that I get to makeout with you in this chair if Harry gets to do it all the time." 

You felt like you could combust from how turned on you were and you were done waiting for them to do something about it.

You practically slammed the door to your trailer behind you, making sure to lock it before laying yourself out across your couch that sat in the corner of your room.

If they weren't going to do something about it, you would. Your hands fumbled around with the pesky pants that covered your legs, until you were finally free enough to touch where you needed.

The sigh of relief, shuddering feeling that ran through your body from the contact you were craving only lasted a moment before you heard a metal key fumbling around with the locks on your door. 

"Couldn't wait for us?" Harry chuckled, his keys to your trailer thrown on your table top.

"You two were taking forever!" You glared at him through your open legs. 

"Told you she couldn't wait any longer." Florence giggled as she pushed her way past Harry. Her hands on her hips but a smile danced on the corner of her lips.

"Are you two going to help me here or?" You were cocky, impatient, and your fingers weren't anywhere near as good as theirs was.

"Might just watch." Harry shrugged with a smug smile as he plopped down on the end of the couch. The furniture was barely big enough for the three of you to sit normally. His hands moved your legs to lay over top of his own. Your eyes could have shot daggers through him as he loosened his tie, his legs spread wide enough that your hand bumped his thigh with every slow circle around your clit.

"Baby." You whined, your pleading eyes flashing towards Flor. Who was already wearing nothing but a smile, her robe abandoned on the floor, and if you weren't so insanely turned on you would have turned to stick your tongue out to Harry. Gloating that at least one of them was nice enough to help you.

Having sex with them always seemed to be frenzied, blurs of quick paced moments that seemed to fly by.

Her thighs rested on either side of you as Harry peeled away the drenched lacy fabric between your legs. 

Her tongue dominating your own as she pulled down your top enough to free your breast. Her hands pinching and kneading across them as your back arched further off the couch.

You could hear Harry mumbling out a slur of curses, followed by the sound of his zipper. Your legs were bumped up and down in time with his strokes along his swollen cock.

"Soaking my leg, kitten." He groaned at the sight of your cunt soaking the thin material of his brown suit.

"Thought you were just gonna watch." Florence chuckled, her perfectly pouty lips swollen from how hard she'd been kissing you. The edges of them barely touching your own as she talked to Harry.

"Was gonna but she's so fuckin' wet, Flor." His voice was deeper than usual, gravelly, slow, "Bet I could jus'...." 

Your jaw fell open, your back arched off the couch when his fingers filled you. A wild moan ripped from your lungs when he curled them just right.

You could already feel the cord tightening in your lower stomach. You had been so wound up all day long from looking at them you were practically ready to snap within seconds. 

"Awe, poor thing's already about to cum." Florence cooed, her hand around the back of your neck, teasing your jaw with the edge of her nose. 

You always loved hated how well they could read you. How their teasing words made your face burn and your pussy flood with need. 

When she was harshly shifted down further into your chest, her own sweet sounding moan falling from her lips, you couldn't help your own snide remark, "who's the one going to cum too quickly now?"

She probably would have snapped right back at you but she couldn't utter out anything more than whimpers. You knew the feeling, Harry's tongue had a way of doing that, making you both shut up and he had proudly used it on more than one occasion to get you two to stop bickering about dumb stuff. 

Your hand laced through her blonde locks, her lips attached to your neck whenever she could control her mouth long enough to kiss your sweet spots. Your nipples peaked at the contact of her breast against your own, Harry's hand still pumped lazily against your sweet spot, his thumb running tight circles around your clit, and while it wasn't enough, you weren't complaining. You weren't ever sure how he managed to focus on eating one of you out while fingering the other when you knew damn well he was about to combust himself.

You knew she was close when her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving against yours. Her whole body shaking as her orgasm washed across her, her panting barely broke when you felt his warm tongue slipping through your folds.

You moaned at the feeling, your hips instantly shifted downwards, craving every bit of contact you could get from him. 

You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers with every thick swipe of his tongue across your clit. Your eyes barely staying open when soft kisses were pressed lazily against your neck. 

Such a contrast to the harsh grasp of Harry's free hand digging into your one thigh. His gruts and groans were only muffled by the deafening sound of your soaking core.

Florence perked up her head from your chest, carefully turning herself completely around. Her legs on either side of your head as she draped herself across you to watch Harry at work.

Her sweet honey only inches from your face and fuck did you want a taste. You wet your lips, hands pushing her thighs down but she wouldn't budge.

Your huff of protest was quickly choked down when Harry's tongue ran tight circles around your clit.

"Gonna share?" That sweet voice asking that innocent question about broke you. Your walls clenched tightly trying to not get Harry to stop his fingers from slipping out of you, almost crying when they did anyway.

"Course, baby." 

You squeaked, your legs pushed backwards by your thighs, your body almost folded in half.

"Fuck, you got her soaking the couch." 

You were suddenly very appreciative about the fact neither one of them could see the embarrassment burning through your face. Your forehead pressed to Florence's leg as you whined, not wanting them to point how just how turned on you were.

You heard two simultaneous shushing sounds before your lower lips were pulled apart, the cool air licked across your slick, only making you whine louder.

When you heard and felt Harry's spilt against your core you thought you were done for. Lip tucked so tightly between your teeth you could taste the faintest hint of metallic against your tongue.

Then the softest kitten lick had you losing your mind, her tongue collecting all of his saliva on your clit before swirling around your entrance.

"Fuck," you cried, your nails digging crest moons into the flesh of Florence's thighs. "please, just fuck me already!"

"Don't think she can take anymore teasing Flor." Harry chuckled, yeah, chuckled, from between your thighs. 

"But I was having fun." She pouted, her tongue stopping its mesmerizing movements.

"Can 'ave fun with her after." Harry said as he started to shed the layers of his suit. 

"I'm literally right here!" You complained, your huff of annoyance jammed down your throat when Harry pulled up by your legs. Your face now exposed to his smirking, mischief filled eyes. 

"We know, baby," he cooed, almost too sweetly, something about the look behind his eyes made your pussy flutter but your mind anxious about how sore you'd be tomorrow. "Ass up for me."

You eagerly nodded your head, trying to roll over in your place before the tsking clicks of his tongue stopped your movements. 

"Like this." He said, pulling you off the couch. Your knees on the hard linoleum floor, your elbows resting on the seat of cushion in front of you. Giving Flor just enough space to sit pretty right in front of you.

Your arms instinctively circling around her thighs, pulling her core down to mouth. Her moans filled the small space around you. Vibrating off the walls with an echo. 

"Should 'ave done this in 'ere before." Harry mumbled more to himself than to either one of you as his tip teased your entrance. Your hips swayed instantly at the contact, slowly backing up the little bit you could to feel him slip inside of you.

He hissed, his fingers gripped the round flesh of your ass tightly before he surged forward, stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

"I ruin this pussy 'most everyday and you're still so fuckin' tight." He gritted out through his teeth, your walls clenched down around him at his words.

"Guess you're not fucking her good enough then." 

Your eyes widened in disbelief belief, disconnecting from her core so your mouth could gape in shock.

Did she hate you being able to walk?

"That so?" 

"'S what I said."

"Kitten," You squeaked when you were lifted by your shoulder, your back against Harry's chest. His hands snaked under your shirt just long enough to rip it off. "you can thank Flor tomorrow for why you won't be able to sit." 

"She'll probably be thanking me." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully teasing but enjoying the fact she was getting under his skin.

"Need me to stop, just tap my leg," his deep voice husked into your ear. Your hand tapping his leg, showing him you understood,  before you were hurled back in front of Florence's core by the back of your head. "good girl, now lick." 

You had Harry go hard on you before but when he sheathed himself fully inside of you in one go, you knew you were really going to be in for it. 

Your tongue tried to desperately get Flor off as fast as you could, your fingers slamming into her sweet spot, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You had a hard time knowing where to focus. Her addictive taste or his marksman worthy precision thrusts into your g-spot.

Your body felt like warm liquid was being pumped through your veins. Both of them gripping onto you at different ends, his hips grinding against your ass as he sat balls deep in your pussy. Her hips dragging against your mouth, fucking herself against your face. 

The sound of their collective moans slicked through the sticky, sex filled, air around you. Your mind lost in that space of non-thinking as your body moved back and forth between the two of them.

"Gonna cum all over my cock, sweetheart?" Your walls tightened around him as her fingers dug deeper into the back of your head. Her own cord snapping only moments before your own.

The white burning light washing through your body followed by the familiar gush of fullness in your lower tummy. 

"Holy shit," Florence breathed out, her arm dropped across her forehead. 

"Why haven't we done that here before?" Harry asked through short breaths.

"'S company property." You mumbled against the couch, your head buried into the soft material as your legs gave out to lay on the heaven-like cold floor below you. "We literally just said fuck you to New Line Cinema." 

You heard chuckling from either side of you, both of them still slightly out of breath.

"Hope we don't work with them again then." 

[batwritings]

BAT MY BELOVED, HOW HAVE YOU BEEN!? I HOPE WELL!

But unfortunately I have not-

Rn I'm going through some like intense baby fever. It's seriously starting to like get in my head that I want a baby. So could I request Techno or Schaltt knocking up trans male reader, with praise and size stuff?

Or Philza comforting Trans male reader through this all, like with affirmations validating that he's a boy and that it's valid that he wants to be pregnant and go through that process. With promises that one day they will have a kid?

(Sorry for the vent request Batsy- I just hate baby fever) -💍

Hello 💍, my beloved! I have been okay! I’m sorry to hear that you haven’t been though, so let me try making things better! And never apologize for venting! That’s part of why I wanna be here; more than a writer, a friend ya’ll can come to. Enjoy~!

Warning! There will be mentions of pregnancy and afab genitalia despite the gender of the reader! Please be careful when reading!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“God you’re fucking beautiful baby,” Schlatt mutters, pressing kisses from the base of your throat to your very core. “Gonna look even better when I fuck a baby into you.” His words soak your already sopping folds as he lines up with your entrance.

You and Schlatt had been at this for months, trying over and over for a child of your own. This time felt different though, this time felt right. You grip his horns to get his attention, golden eyes meeting yours. “Schlatt if you don’t fill me up right now, I’m gonna lose it,” you say, meaning every word.

The ram hybrid gives you a lopsided grin before pressing into you. You loved these times with Manburg’s president; the times where he had nothing pressing to do and could fuck you slow and loving. It always felt like the best chances you two had.

“God you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous doll,” Schlatt says against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you. “Can’t wait to see you get so full, little kid inside you.”

You whine at his words, praise after praise falling from  his lips as you both chase your highs. You grab for his horns again, rubbing along the ridges and getting him to moan. You dig your nails in as the coil in your stomach starts to snap.

“Fill me up Schlatt,” you cry. “Wanna...I--”

“I know babe, I know,” he soothes, hips growing erratic in their thrusting. “Cum for me Y/N, I’m gonna fill you up too.”

You don’t have to be told twice, your orgasm hitting you hard. Schlatt groans into the crook of your neck, painting your walls with white. He doesn’t move long after he probably should have, and you tap his shoulder to make sure he’s okay.

His glowing golden eyes meet yours and he smiles, genuinely. “Can’t fuckin’ wait to have this kid with you Y/N.”

[zekeluvr]

i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place. 

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her. 

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later. 

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction. 

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know.  i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.” 

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile. 

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-” 

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

good idea indeed. 

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing. 

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that. 

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table. 

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action. 

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans. 

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours. 

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top. 

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag. 

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now. 

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt. 

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention. 

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on. 

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him. 

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head. 

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly. 

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun. 

[daisys-gard3n]

i am very much thirsting over Fugo rn. ruin me and be just crUEL TO ME PLEASE BUT ALSO TELL ME HOW GOOD IM TAKING YOUR DICK-

- Jay ✨

thirsting for strawberry pudding boy in these hours

I hope you like it rough, girl. Because this man is the textbook definition of ROUGH. Yeah, hes gentle and stuff in the beginning, but when he's more comfortable with you? God, that's a lot of stress fucking he takes out on you. I'm talking about whatever the hell you're doing at the moment, he makes you drop it by picking you up and slamming you against the wall to roughly make out with you. Feeling you up through your clothes and leaving you breathless as he roughly feels up your cunt through your clothes.

"Hm? Your cunt got wet from me slapping you around? It's almost like you want me to fuck you every time the second I get home."

Fugo just fucks you against the wall at this point, slapping your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist and he fucks you so good. He's stroking your insides and biting at your neck while your head his thrown back and moaning for him. As his cock curves the head towards your g-spot, stroking against it so good, he starts muttering in your ear.

"You take my cock so good, Donnaccia. Hm? You like being my cocksleeve and let me ruin this body of yours whenever I want. Your dumb little head only thinks about cumming around my cock and getting off. You wanna be a total slut for your boyfriend's cock, don't you? I'll fuckin' tear you up, I'll make sure you won't fuckin' walk right for a week. Because this pussy is mine to use and fill up with my cum."

And he goes for the throat grab when you're about to cum, your hole fluttering and pulsing around his cock as you cum around him. You let out a strangled noise as Fugo didn't stop his brutal pace as he continued to stroke your insides. Slamming into you harder and grunting until he finally cums so hard into you.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 19]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, powerbottom!seungcheol, brat!seungcheol, dom!reader, restraints(handcuffs), sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, dumbificiation, spitplay, yall the way i be using DDD like i’m guy fieri in this bitch ☠️ dkjfhdskh Also, merry christmas if you celebrate it!! Happy holidays!! Be safe, enjoy your day~💕 I’d say this is my gift to yall but I update every friday, I just so happen to be uploading on christmas LOL Although, Cherry Bomb has been a gift to write 🥺!! One more chapter after this, I can’t believe it... But also first chapter of DD next week 😳 Hehe~ as always, inbox roundup this weekend! Enjoy ch 19 and have a great weekend everyone!! ❤️🍒💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - x

“Hyung… Are you… Okay?”

Seungcheol drops the set of skates in his hold; eye twitching when he turns to face both Seokmin and Jeongguk who stare back at him with a concerned gaze. “You haven’t moved from this spot in the last 15 minutes, Jeongguk was starting to get worried… And honestly, me too. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or three.”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m good.” Seungcheol laughs it off, shaking his head and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. “It’s just… Well, I don’t wanna spoil anything but I’m just nervous for tonight.” He bites his bottom lip, remembering when you’d posted the notice to your homepage that basically sealed in the plans you had for him and really, what he had in store for you too.

The two younger males share a look, eyebrows raised. “Whatever’s got you this nervous must be good ‘cause you literally just zoned out and turned into a mannequin for 15 minutes. It was weird!” Jeongguk laughs; half in nervousness for Seungcheol and half in amusement. “Me and Seokmin snapped a few pics too. For posterity.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes before he picks up the pair of skates again, “Okay, okay, enough with the teasing. Get back to work before Namjoon-hyung sees us all over here!”

“We could say the same to you!”

“Interesting setup…” Seungcheol mutters, eyes glossing over the vibrator, pink fuzzy handcuffs, and cockring that are neatly lined up on the bed. “Should I be concerned that this looks a little too normal?”

You laugh under your breath as you readjust your bra strap one last time before easing onto the bed yourself; patting the spot next to you. “Nah, trust me, it’s not gonna be that crazy. Now c’mere, we only have 10 minutes ‘til we need to start and you’re just standing there fidgeting like we’re about to fuck for the first time ever.”

“Damn, we should’ve done a show with a corruption kink or something.”

“Hey, it’s never too late!”

artist8hao: this looks relatively normal considering the notice

kitty_junjun has donated $75

gc__koo: yea… and considering how i found hyung earlier

alphagyu97: ???

alphagyu97: wdym

gc__koo: mans was a statue 

xcaliburDK: yea it was weird, it was like he was possessed 

sleepy_wonu: wait u work with him too??

therealchan99: wait is that why u almost quit?

xcaliburDK: can we not talk about me right now thank u

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $50

“Well! Aren’t you all a lively bunch tonight!” You giggle softly, wrapping an arm around one of Seungcheol’s as he tenses up under your touch. “Seungcheol’s so tense tonight! Can we get some words of encouragement for him before we start~”

gc__koo: ayyyy my man its gonna be ok

hoshi_tiger_xx: think of it this way, any of us would pay to be in your position rn

tangerine_kwan: l i t e r a l l y

chwenon: its not like ur getting pegged 

chwenon: right

Seungcheol’s cheeks bloom a bright pink, wide eyes meeting yours as you laugh loudly. “Wait, is that what the vibrator is for ‘cause I--”

“No, no, no! Seungcheol’s not getting pegged tonight, okay?” Grinning, you ease off the bed and make your way towards the nightstand as Seungcheol watches you from behind.

You grab the item, smiling as you hide it from Seungcheol’s view for a little while longer.

“See, when we, really just I, decided to do this back to back camshow for the last time, I really wanted to try something new, y’know? But nothing too far out there ‘cause I didn’t wanna push our boundaries too much.” You move your hand, flashing the object in front of Seungcheol’s face as he raises an eyebrow.

“A gopro?”

Nodding, you show it to the camera, “Mmhmm~ The quality is gonna go down a bit but I think it’ll be okay! It’ll be worth it~” You set it down next to the array of toys, winking at the camera before settling in next to Seungcheol again.

You lean into his side, grabbing his arm and putting it on your inner thigh as you moan. “Thought that they’d like a new view of us, y’know? Instead of just the static view that we usually have. Now you can film me riding your cock and get a good view of it for the camera~” Seungcheol smirks as he drags his hand up your thigh; fingertips grazing against your panties as you mewl.

“So that’s the game you wanna play tonight, huh, baby? You wanna film each other up close and personal for everyone to see?”

He can feel his cock twitch in his sweats, already eager to see where this went.

“Well…” You bite the inside of your cheek, face hot as you pry his hand off of you. “Actually, I want you up by the headboard while I set up this gopro. Think you can shimmy up there, ‘Cheol?”

The male nods slowly, shuffling towards the headboard as you turn to the camera. “The stream’s probably gonna cut out for a sec while I set this up but please be patient with me, okay?” Winking, you quickly set up the gopro before cutting out the stream to fiddle with the settings and changing it so that the stream was coming from the gopro instead.

“Ah, good! It works!” You make sure everyone can see you from the smaller device before you’re rejoining Seungcheol on the bed; eyes twinkling with mischief as you hand the gopro to him before reaching for the toys you’d laid out.

chwenon: im rly curious about this

universe_WZ: i know, same

alphagyu97: fuck the angles we’re about to get with this for future shows tho

hoshi_tiger_xx: oh hell yeah

Seungcheol holds onto the gopro, making sure to film you as you hold the vibrator in your hand. “Let’s start with this first, huh?” You don’t waste a second before you’re turning the toy on and pressing it against his clothed cock.

“Oh, s-shit!” He almost loses his grip on the small camera when his body threatens to double over at the vibrations that quickly have shivers running up his spine. “Oh fuck, that’s---that’s so s-strong!” Seungcheol’s hips cant up, grinding against the vibrations when he realizes how good it actually feels.

“Strong? It’s only the lowest setting, baby. Is your cock that sensitive?” You smile; voice laced with a teasing lilt and the pieces start to fall for Seungcheol when you seem to spit his own words back at him.

“That’s h-how it’s gonna be, huh?” He grits out, jaw clenched when you raise the setting to the second highest. “F-fuck, you---”

“What? We’re playing like I wanna tonight, right, ‘Cheollie?” Licking your lips, you lean in close to the camera before your lust filled eyes meet his.

“And tonight, you’re just my dumb little fucktoy that I get to play with, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol tugs against the fuzzy pink handcuffs that keep him bound to the headboard; gritting his teeth when you turn off the toy for the third time.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t move around too much, Seungcheol. Dumb little fucktoys should be good and stay still, right?”

“Right.” Muttering, he watches as you bring the camera closer to his cock again, filming the vibrator that you tap against the cock head; both covered in precum.

“Your cock is already so hard~ God you’re so fuckin’ easy~” You squirm a little from where you straddle his thighs; already wanting to sit on his cock but also knowing you still wanted to play with him a little longer while you had him underneath you.

angelhan: goddamn she’s so fucking hot when shes the dom???

therealchan99: the way i would pay her to choke me and spit in my mouth

alphagyu97: she could put me on a leash and i’d bark without question

You turn on the toy again, pressing it against his cock as he groans and thrusts his hips up. “Ah! We should use the last toy, before you end up cumming without my permission.” Seungcheol lets out a choked sob at the way you sound so cheery, eyes looking up towards the ceiling while you set the vibrator down in favor of the cockring.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, you work you hand up and down as you smear the precum down his shaft. “Hmm~ Bet you’d cum right now if I just sucked you off, huh?”

“Dunno, why don’t you sink your pretty ‘lil mouth down on me and find out?” He snarkily replies.

You shoot him an angelic smile; one that makes him realize he really shouldn’t have said anything when you hurriedly ease the cockring down until it sits at the base of his cock. Grabbing the vibrator again, you turn it onto its highest setting before bringing it back to his cock and holding it parallel to his shaft. “You’re so mouthy~ You should really be careful with that~”

Seungcheol lets out a sharp, shaky breath; eyes wider than saucers when he feels his abdomen tightening and the pleasure rapidly building up in his body. “W-wait, but---but, ah, h-hold on, it--it feels like I’m g-gonna cum!” He tugs against his restraints as his entire body squirms and thrashes against the bed at the sensations that flood his body.

“Ah, you really are so fuckin’ easy for me, Seungcheol~”

A weird feeling washes over Seungcheol when he feels his cock twitching; mouth open in stuttered breaths as his eyebrows furrow. It felt like an orgasm, but at this point, he can’t even tell. “Wh--what?” He lets out a drawn out groan, throwing his head back against the pillows just as you shut the toy off and toss it to the side.

“I think you just experienced your first dry orgasm, huh? Not so fun being on the other side, is it? Being played with~” You laugh teasingly, readjusting yourself until you’re grinding down onto his cock. instead. “Mmh, I’m gonna use your cock and I’m gonna make myself cum and you can’t do anything about it~ Just my own personal fucktoy watching me get off~”

You take the gopro and set it down right on Seungcheol’s chest, “Don’t move, or else.” He nods once shakily, watching as you lift yourself up and position his cock right at your soaking entrance. 

The two of you share a moan once you finally start to sink down onto his cock but Seungcheol knows he won’t actually be able to cum anytime soon.

chwenon: they rly said VIEWS on this one

gc__koo: honestly, i aint even tryna get off i just like watching knowing hyung is lowkey suffering

gc__koo has donated $100

gc__koo: its like a reward

kitty_junjun: he’ll be lucky if he even gets to cum again lbr

sleepy_wonu: oh how the tables have turned huh?

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

tangerine_kwan: wait but…

tangerine_kwan: if today was her idea and tomorrow is his…

chwenon: uh oh

artist8hao: oh i didnt even think about that

artist8hao has donated $100

artist8hao: for the aftercare funds  

kitty_junjun: dont be too hard on her!!

kitty_junjun: also breakfast on me when ur not too tired

You start bouncing in his lap, loud moans on your lips when his cock curves perfectly into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuh--fuck, your cock is so g-good! Fuckin’ hits me so, hah, d-deep!”

Seungcheol can’t do anything but grit his teeth and let you alternate between bouncing on his lap and swiveling your hips atop his own; jaw clenched tight. “Y-yeah? Your so-called sex toy fucks you g-good? I don’t even have to, ah, do anything, all I have to do is lay here and you’d cum, huh?” He smirks up at you, convincing himself he’s one-upped you when you pout and halt your movements.

He lets out a soft groan when you clench around him and you’re quick to grab the gopro still sitting on his chest before turning the camera towards him.

“Such a bold mouth you’ve got. But don’t forget, you’re the one handcuffed to the bed and you’ve got a cockring on, baby~ I can give you more dry orgasms if you’d like?” You lick your lips, “Be a good little fucktoy and open your mouth for me.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes before obeying, lips parting hesitantly. “Now, stick your tongue out.” You turn the camera and hold it from the side; filming yourself as you let a glob of spit fall from your lips, directly onto Seungcheol’s waiting tongue.

A shiver runs up his spine when he draws his tongue back in to swallow the saliva, hazy eyes staring back up at you when he parts his lips to show you that he’s swallowed it all down.

“See? You can be so obedient. You just choose to be a brat.”

“Where’s the fun if I make it easy for you? And it’s cute watching you trying to dom me when we both know how much you like being under me.”

You resume your movements, swiveling your hips as you set the gopro back down onto his chest. “Ah, all the things I could do to you right now, ‘Cheol~ We should do this again so I can try some wax play on you… Or, hah, m-maybe even ice play? Since your body is so fuckin’ sensitive. Bet you’d be so fuckin’ cute cumming over and over and whining when the overstimulation starts to bite~”

It only takes a second for Seungcheol to mentally say ‘screw it’ before he uses all his strength to plant his feet down onto the bed and start thrusting up into you. Your body jerks on top of him, surprised noises spilling from your lips at the strength he exerts in his frustration.

“My body’s sensitive? You take one look at me and your panties are fuckin’ soaked.” Seungcheol scoffs, watching as you grab the gopro and set it to the side before it topples off of him. “I might be your dumb little fucktoy today but you’re mine too. My dumb ‘lil cocksleeve that only knows how to beg me for cock. Your pussy was made for me, baby. Don’t forget that.”

The pleasure builds inside your body as you meet his thrusts and for a second, you contemplate taking off the handcuffs and the cockring, but instead deciding to keep them on. Unless he begged.

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol, ‘m g-gonna cum~” You reach down, fingertips on your clit as you hurry to throw yourself over the edge of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum on my cock like the desperate ‘lil cock hungry girl you are.” He growls in frustration; wanting to cum but knowing he wouldn’t be able to unless you took the cockring off.

“Oh god, Seungcheol!”

Your walls flutter around his cock and he lets out a garbled moan at how good you feel when you cum; exhaling harshly at the frustration of not being able to cum with you. “That’s right, bet it feels good with my cock inside your tight ‘lil cunt, huh?”

He halts his movements just as you opt to grind down on him, fingertips still rubbing and pinching at your clit as you ride out your high. “Mmh, bet you wanna cum too, don’t you, ‘Cheol? Wanna, ngh, fill my p-pussy up with your cum like you always do~ But do you even deserve it? Or should I leave you here and let you cool down?”

alphagyu97: the energy we’ve created in the studio tonight

xcaliburDK: i know, holy shit

angelhan: i feel like i'm actually scared for this man im ngl

alphagyu97: if she lets u cum ur a lucky man

You let out a sultry moan; body filled with warmth as the last bits of your orgasm wash over you. “You’ve been so mouthy and bratty but I wanna feel you cum too, so I’ll be nice tonight~”

Smart move, he thinks.

Raising yourself off of his cock, you let out a whimper at the emptiness you feel; pussy clenching around emptiness as you settle back down onto his thighs that are slick with your wetness. “Mmh… On second thought… Why don’t you beg a little? Lemme hear how much you wanna cum~”

He feels his cock twitch and realizes you won’t make this any easier. “Fuck, okay, p-please.... Please take the cockring off so I can cum… I--I wanna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt, fuck, I don’t even care if you just jerk me off just---just please take it off! I’ll t-take it easy on you tomorrow, I s-swear!” Seungcheol almost accidentally spoils his ideas for his planned camshow and he quickly bites his bottom lip before he accidentally says too much.

“That was weak but it’s okay. Dumb fucktoys don’t need to think much, do they? Only good for being used like a toy~”  You pout mockingly at him before you’re easing the cockring off of him and Seungcheol lets out a guttural moan when you immediately wrap a hand around his cock and start jerking him off.

“You weren’t very nice with your words tonight so you’ll cum with just my hand.”

“Fu--fuck, that’s fine, just let m-me cum, please!”  You work your hand up and down his shaft, giggling when you already feel his cock throbbing in your hand when you run your hand from the base to the tip.

“Cum for me, Seungcheol~”

He lets out a small whine, eyes clamped shut when he finally cums and for the first time in his life, he feels himself momentarily black out with how hard his orgasm hits him. Ropes of cum hit his chest as you work him through it, alternating the tightness of your grip on his cock as he whines and moans in return.

“Ah, you’re cumming so much this time~ You’re making such a mess!” You tease.

Seungcheol can barely hear a word you say through the ringing in his ears once his orgasm starts to ebb away and he feels himself slump against the bed as he catches his breath.

His chest rises and falls in deep breaths and he feels you leaning over him to undo the handcuffs; tired sighs on his lips as he tries to focus on you through bleary eyes. He can feel his entire body twitching and he swears his arms have. gone numb from being handcuffed to the headboard. “You’re gonna get it tomorrow, I swear…” He mutters, no real threat to his tired words. 

“Hey, you said you were gonna take it easy on me tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well...” 

tangerine_kwan: yo im excited to see the sequel to this

gc__koo: i have some… ideas

gc__koo: things r falling into place

gc__koo: my brain is expanding

hoshi_tiger_xx: i feel like its gonna be intense lol

xcaliburDK: knowing hyung…

xcaliburDK has donated $100

xcaliburDK: if u call into work on monday i wont even question it

“Here, you need to drink this, ‘Cheol!”

The said male groans as he tugs a pillow into his arms, already on the brink of sleeping when you finally end your camshow. “But ‘m tired…” He whines. “Can’t we just go to bed and clean up in the morning? The cum on my chest is already dried, it won’t get on the sheets.” You roll your eyes in return, sitting next to him on the bed.  

“Oh, so now you’re being a big baby? I’m just trying to get you to drink some water and we need to get you at least a little cleaned up for bed. You can’t go to bed like this, y’know. And anyway, we need to be in top condition for tomorrow show too. We gotta get cleaned up and eat a little something.” You laugh under your breath, shaking your head as he only whines harder. 

“C’mon, I always do it for you, right?”

He nods only once before he’s sitting up tiredly; a shaky hand reaching for the glass of water you hold out to him. You immediately take notice of the slight redness around his wrists, pouting as you help him finish the glass before setting it down onto the nightstand.

“Your wrists got so red from the handcuffs, ‘Cheol… You should’ve said something if it hurt, I would’ve taken them off…”

Seungcheol grins at you, eyes unfocused with sleepiness. “Who said it hurt? I didn’t even feel that in comparison to that horrible dry orgasm you made me experience. God, it was like… Like when you have a dream but it feels real until you try to grab for something and realize you can’t?”

The two of you share a laugh as you help Seungcheol off of the bed so that the two of you could properly get cleaned up before he flopped back down onto the sheets.

“Yeah? Trust me, that wasn't even the worst I could’ve done! You’re lucky I took it easy for my first time!”  

[cuppimagines]

Hi I'm currently dying trying to make this older guy with GIANT hands fuck me and your blog is like. killing me rn. Can we have some more imagines that have literally anything to do with big hands 🥺 I just want some big burly mobster w giant thick ass fingers to make me cum so hard i cry

I KINDA went really indulgent with this one, I had a TON of fun writing it which is probably why it came out as quickly as it did, SO I hope you like it too

Back straight, head held up, arms behind your back, but you were still shaking in your heels. The room smelled of cigar smoke, and the man in front of you toon the cigar from his mouth and put it out in an ashtray nearby. With his...second pair of arms. Not only was he a shady arms dealer that you were hunting down for months, but also a four armed, eight eyed dark grey spider with biceps bigger than your head on all four arms. His name was Harkan Spinner, and you found him alright, but now he had you right where he wanted you.

“So...” Harkan leaned against his desk. “What’s a cute little private eye doing getting in over their head? Did someone want you to find me? A pissed off colleague, a lonely betrayed friend?”

“I-well I uh...” you started to stutter. You had to find him because of a supposed loan he owed your client before jumping ship and taking business elsewhere in the country. But only now, standing in front of him did you realize that you didn’t know what to do now that you were here...He was huge, and could easily crush you under one thumb. Seeing the realization wash over you made Harkan let out a condescending laugh.

“I actually don’t care, I’m sure there are tons of people who hate me, but I didn’t expect any of them to send a rookie detective,” his eight eyes all glared you up and down. “Especially not one so cute, cute enough to eat I might add...” he stood up, and even with him getting closer to you, you didn’t run, instead looked up at him as you felt your face flush red hot.

“I’m not here to force anything, but my client knows your location, and so will be needing your lo- your Uh...” you got distracted when he put his hand on your shoulder, and pulled you even closer.

“You and I both know I won’t do that, because I really don’t give a shit,” he smirked. “But I will thank this “client” that you keep choosing not to name. I love the entertainment he sent me.” You stopped staring at him only to start staring at his hands. Along with the rest of him, Harkan’s hands were so large, you felt that if he squeezed your shoulder just a little bit harder it would shatter. And the thought made you very intimidated, but excited at the idea.

“Are you looking at something?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Did something catch your eye little one?” His hand moved from your shoulder, right up to grabbing your face, with two of his hands holding your waist.

“Use your words kitten,” he smirked. He made you stare right up at him, and you could feel your body shake even more. He was so big...so cocky and sure of himself. You’d be angry at him but instead you were drawn to him.

“Y-your hands are...”

“Big?” His thumb gently rubbed your cheek. “And I got more than two of em, wanna see what they can do, kitten~?”

“Yes! Please...!” You realized you answered way too quickly, almost immediately, and turned your head in embarrassment.

“That’s exactly what I wanna hear,” Harkan smiled. At that second, the hand on your cheek wrapped around your neck, and his free hand went to your face, two fingers gently placed up to your mouth.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” he demanded. Your parted your lips for his fingers, and almost immediately his fingers went to the back of your throat. Just two fingers felt so large they filled your mouth so much. Without a command, you started licking his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and curling against them. You moaned and whimpered, and shuddered in his touch.

“Mmm...you’re so cute,” Harkan smiled. “And so eager too...keep sucking, those fingers are gonna be fucking you to tears very soon...” The thought made you melt in his touch, your thighs pressed together as your arms went up to grab his large wrist. It felt too soon when his fingers left your mouth, and his hand left your throat. His two fingers were slick with your saliva, and you could swear you were drooling in anticipation for what’s gonna happen next.

Very roughly, Harkan tossed you down onto his desk, and you felt his hand creep up your skirt, while one of his other hands grabbed your wrist.

“Legs spread, keep still, be a good girl,” Harkan smiled. He pulled your panties down, and put them to the side, before two of his slick fingers started rubbing up and down your folds. You moaned, looking up at him with pleasing eyes while you kept your legs nice and spread. You wanted it so badly...

“What did I say earlier kitten?” Harkan asked, his slick wet fingers still against your cunt. “Use your fuckin words.”

“Please!” You cried out. “Please Harkan, please I need this...”

“Good...such a good girl...” Harkan smirked down at you, before you felt only one of his large fingers push past your entrance and thrust up and down inside of you. Just ONE felt so large, practically the same size of a regular cock you’ve taken in the past, and that alone got you moaning loudly for him. So large, yet so gentle at first. He obviously didn’t wanna hurt you, and it felt so good.

“That feels so good, oh god...!” You moaned. “Ah...ah fuck...you’re doing so so good...”

“No need to tell me, kitten,” Harkan leaned down and kissed you, before you felt his two fingers slide into you, filling you up so good while his thumb rubbed your clit. If your hands were free at all, you’d grab him by the collar and keep him in the kiss, but you were at this large spider’s mercy, and he pulled away and looked down at your glazed over expression. Your moans were so heavenly to him, Harkan could barely look away from you, like he was admiring his work.

“Oh kitten...” he sucked his teeth. “No other lover is treating you well are they? Haven’t had someone finger you like this?” You didn’t even answer, just moaned loudly and squirmed in his grip. You bucked your hips against his fingers, as you felt him go deeper than your own fingers ever could until his knuckles couldn’t go any further. Your moans were absolute music to the large spider’s ears, a sweet melody that made his pants feel tighter and put a satisfied smirk on his face.

He was gentle, so gentle with you at first, but he slowly got rougher the more he gauged your arousal. You felt him thrusting his fingers in and out of you while a fourth hand rubbed circles into your clit. There was a soaking wet mess that was dripping onto the table, and your eyes were completely glazed over, but soon shot back to life as you arched your back and cried out. Harkan started to get real rough and fast with you, his fingers getting soaked down to the knuckle in your juices as he watched you beg and plead for more.

“Please, please oh god please!” You moaned out. “I need more, please it feels so good!”

“Shhh shh shh,” Harkan leaned down to kiss you. “I know you do, you’re such a good little kitten, I can feel it, you’re almost there, come on~!” You felt yourself tighten around his fingers, moving and bucking your hips like your life depended on it. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could feel yourself tip over the edge. In one final loud moan of his name, your pussy clenched around him and you felt your body twitch and spasm as you finally came, soaking your inner thighs, his fingers, the table underneath you.

When Harkan let you go you lay there limp and exhausted. You felt a mess but a good one, and Harkan sat back with a grin on his face admiring his work. You tried to sit up, and noticed a very large, impressive bulging in Harkan’s pants, and went to rub at it while looking up at him.

“Sh-should I...?” You muttered. He just grabbed your hand and gently pulled it away.

“No, no, I’d be way too much for you to handle, for now that is,” he said. “I had fun with you tonight though. I guess that means I’ll be a good citizen and pay what I owe, if your client comes and faces me like an adult.” Harkan looked down at his soaking wet fingers, and went up to lick them, moaning at the taste.

“Cute enough to eat...” he smirked, causing you to turn red and look away. He looked down at you and gave you a few gentle, loving kisses on the cheek and forehead.

“If you’re still in town tomorrow, I’ll visit,” he said. “In fact I’ll drive you back, there’s no way in hell the buses are still running at this hour, sound good?”

“Yeah, uh, thanks Harkan,” you smiled, as he lifted you up in his arms and carried you, exhausted to the exit of his office.

“Anytime, kitten.”

[songbirdstyles]

Could we just have pure smut of prof harry rn please ? 🥺🥺🥺

‘Some more prof!Harry and spanking would be so lovely🤤 maybe like (Y/N) has been a bit of a brat for no reason and Harry’s just had enough of it and decides to teach her a valuable lesson😌 maybe some overstim/squirting?? Sassy💃 we love you💕’

‘hi 💚 I loooove your professor!harry so much! it’s so well written and I can just read it over and over again 😳 anyywayy i’d love to read professor!harry when y/n is teasing him in class and after class dom prof!harry coming out :0 like reallyy dirty talk‘

‘soooo....what about that kinkier side of prof!harry.......’

part two of this thing

The second Harry shuts the door to his apartment, turning the lock into place, you’re pressed against it - his hand behind your head so you don’t slam it on the door like the absolute gentleman he is, but that’s about as far as his chivalry goes. You throw your arms around his neck, feeling his thigh slot between yours, and instinctively your hips grind down on the soft fabric of his nice dress pants.

“Did you like that, hmm?” His voice is a low growl as his lips hover, just a breath above yours. Hands drop to your hips, fingers digging into your skin through your jeans to halt your movements. “Wearing my shirt to class like that, where anyone could see. Tell me, that girl next to you - what did she say?”

You drop your head back against the door with a moan as Harry’s lips move to press an open mouthed kiss below your jaw, and you can’t quite focus enough to respond. The entire drive home had been merely building up to this moment - thick silence filling the car, radio turned down so low you could hardly hear Time in a Bottle and his hand, heavy on your thigh. You knew he wasn’t mad (didn’t think he had it in him to be mad, anyway) because, if he was, he wouldn’t have spared you a single glance, but your eyes kept meeting his lust blown ones and you knew you were in for it when you got home which -

Is now. You’re in for it now as Harry nips at the column of your throat. “Gonna answer me?”

“Um -” you squeeze your eyes shut and try to recall what he’d asked, but now he’s rocking his thigh up against your cunt and it’s so little stimulation but still enough to make your train of thought derail off the tracks. “Said - she said you have a shirt like this one.”

“Mmm.” Even his hum sounds condescending, but you don’t take time to dwell on it as his hands move to the front of your jeans, fingers swiftly undoing the button of your jeans. Harry’s still speaking even as he’s working at your jeans - “Was fuckin’ distracted the whole class. Couldn’t focus on a thing - kept looking at you in my shirt, wanted to fuck you so bad -” He takes a step back, tugging them down your thighs, and when they’re at your feet you kick them off across the floor, not watching their path. Then he’s coming back to you, gripping you by the shoulders, and you let him lead you backwards until your thighs bump into a hard edge.

One quick glance besides you shows you that it’s the dining table, and you push yourself up so you’re sitting on it, but his eyebrow quirks up and you know that isn’t what he wanted you to do. You watch him intently as he grips the back of a chair and tugs it backwards, and once he’s settled into his seat he motions for you to join him.

But when you move to straddle Harry’s lap he shakes his head, pushing you back so you’re standing up, and you furrow your eyebrows for just a moment - just a moment, though, because as he grabs your wrists and pulls you so you’re lying across his lap, you know exactly what he wants.

Your face heats up as you feel Harry’s hand smoothing across your ass - you reach out to tug another chair closer to you, resting your arms on it so you can feel at least a bit dignified in such a position. Especially as his fingers dip down just a bit further, pressing on your cunt through your panties and feeling just how fucking soaked you are for him right now.

“Y’like this?” his voice is barely above a breath as he leans his head down closer to yours, and your head jerks up and down slowly. You tilt your head to the side ever so slightly to try and look at him but it’s near impossible in your position. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you groan, shifting in his lap, and you can feel the brush of his half-hard cock against your stomach. “Fuck, yes, professor.”

That was all he needed as his go ahead - doesn’t give you a single extra second before his hand lands on your ass, firm and hard, and you can feel the ring you’d gotten him for Valentine’s day, cold against your skin. Your body jerks forward and you drop your head forward with a desperate cry, feeling a rush of arousal towards the apex of your thighs. And it’s as if Harry can sense it, sense how much you love it, because immediately his fingers are back at your pussy, dipping beneath your panties and feeling your wetness on the tip of his fingers.

You can hear his soft exhale, fingers sliding easily inside of you, as his hand delivers another blow to your arse. “My dirty baby,” Harry grunts, digits curling in your cunt, fingering that sweet spot in your walls that has your eyes rolling back into your head. “Fuckin’ love this, don’t you.” And it’s not a question but you moan in response anyway, pushing your bum up for him, and he chuckles through gritted teeth as he sends a slap down to your skin again. Then another - then another - until he’s not giving you a millisecond between hits, just going back and forth between the globes of your ass until your skin feels like it’s on fire and you’re so close you’d do anything to cum. 

“P - professor -” you drop your cheek to the cool wood of the chair you’d tugged over for support, hips rocking fitfully against his fingers, and then his thumb is at your clit and you know you’re going to cum, and judging from the harsh circles he’s pressing into your clit, he knows, too. “Please - please, professor.”

“What?” you could scream at the smugness in his voice as he smacks down on your ass, and finally he gives you just a moment - smoothing over your skin, fingers digging into the mound of skin. “What do you want?”

“To cum.”

“Wanna cum?” Another slap, and then Harry pulls his fingers from your cunt, dragging your slickness up the entirety of your clit before slipping them back in. You cry out in affirmation, pushing your hips against his fingers. “Do it, baby. Cum on my fingers.”

Something about it feels too good to be true - that he’s letting you cum even though his intent had been to punish you - but you take advantage of it, anyway. Drop your hips back against his lap as your orgasm washes over you, intense and desperate, cumming onto his fingers exactly like he’d asked, and all you can think to say or do is moan his name desperately.

His fingers still thrust in and out of you at the same steady, fast pace, thumb on your clit, and for a moment you kid yourself into thinking he’s merely helping you ride out your orgasm - but when your body has finally stopped shaking with the force of it he’s still going. Almost with a new vigor, Harry’s hand wraps around the back of your neck, forcing your head up so he can just barely meet your eyes.

He’s so smug. Always so smug, knows just how he fucking destroys you.

And God, he’s really destroying you now.

“Do it again.” Harry’s eyes are hard as he stares down at you, hand twisting around to wrap around the front of your throat, tightening just how he knows you like it - because even if all he wants to do is ruin you, you know he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable. “Wanted to cum so bad, didn’t you, baby? Do it again.”

Your lips part, mouth dry and chest heaving as his hold on you tightens ever so slightly, constricting your breathing just enough to make every ministration of his fingers, thrusting in and out of your cunt and tracing circles into your clit, just even more intense. Just as Harry opens his mouth to command you once more you cum again - so hard you see stars and you’re sucking in air that can’t make it to your lungs, feeling your entire body flushing with heat.

He’s speaking and you can’t hear it, your ears ringing as you try to come back down from everything he’s done to you and it’s difficult but eventually you can focus enough to make out a bit of what he’s saying -

“Think you got a few more in there for me? Yeah, I know you do. In my mouth an’ around my cock, how does that sound? Come on, baby. Maybe it’ll teach you not t’tease me in class like that, hmm?”

[ghostnebula]

I think we need werewolf richie fucking and knotting eddie but rough this time. The way Eddie likes it, maybe even just a little bit more.

anonymous: ok no but i gotta know. this werewolf richie thing is making my brain go fucking HAYWIRE PLSSS okok so does being a werewolf make richie's size kink worse?? like does he see how small eddie is and go fuCK Y E S i gotta protect that i gotta fuck that?? like out of wolf instincts or smth,, tell me what wolf instincts affect kinks i gotta know rn

I’m gonna answer these both at once because uuuuhhhhh oh my fuckin god? YES, being a werewolf makes Richie’s size kink worse. FUCK YES it does.

I’m imagining Richie just like… becoming hyperaware of how tiny Eddie is while they’re hanging out. It’s just the two of them, curled up on the couch in the Losers’ living room (they’re all in college together because I make the rules), watching terrible movies so they can make fun of the plots and the acting. Eddie’s leaning against Richie, legs stretched out across one end of the couch with his head kind of resting against his upper arm, and he’s got one of Richie’s hands pulled onto his lap so he can play with his fingers while he mocks someone’s fake British accent. Richie isn’t really paying too much attention to where Eddie’s pressed against him at first, because this is a pretty common practice for them. But he has this fleeting thought, while Eddie’s fiddling with his hand, that Eddie’s hands and fingers are just… so itty bitty.

And then it comes back and it sticks. Like… Eddie is itty bitty. That consumes his whole mind in the span of a few seconds. He knows Eddie is smaller than him, obviously – he’s not stupid. But in this moment it just feels more obvious than usual, maybe because of how they’re positioned, or maybe because of how dainty Eddie’s fingers feel on his wrist. Richie’s always been kind of turned on by their size difference, and when it’s at the forefront of his mind like this he becomes helpless against it.

This pretty little thing is his. This pretty, tiny thing asks him all the time to fuck him until he’s crying, and while Richie doesn’t want to treat him like he’s delicate (because he really isn’t), he doesn’t ever want to truly hurt him, and he never really trusts himself not to do that. He doesn’t trust himself not to lose control. Eddie will ask him to fuck him harder, bite him deeper, push him around more. And Richie can’t always give it to him, because he’s too busy trying to keep a handle on himself.

He twists his hand around in Eddie’s grip to capture both his wrists between his fingers, and marvels at the fact that he can even do that. “Hey!” Eddie says, playfully indignant, only pretending to fight the hold.

“Hey,” Richie shoots back, bending down to press a kiss near where his neck meets his shoulder. “I wanna fuck you.”

“Of course you do, you horny–” Eddie starts to say, but it tapers off into a high moan when Richie’s teeth sink into the skin he just kissed, deep enough to hurt the way he likes it to. Deep enough to break skin. Eddie pushes back into it.

He swallows the blood that floods his mouth and then licks at the wound a few times. “I wanna knot you.”

“Please,” Eddie squeaks, a shudder rolling up his spine, and Richie uses the grip he has on his wrists to drag him off the couch and upstairs to their room. He’s pulling their clothes off before he’s even closed the door, pushing a hand against Eddie’s back to shove him face-first onto the bed and demanding that he stay while Richie strips off his pants and lifts his hips until Eddie can get his knees planted firmly on the bed. He bites him again, low on his back, just above his ass, and Eddie gasps out a “Ohholyfuck!”

But he doesn’t stop there. He holds Eddie by his hips, which look so small under his hands, and bites all over his ass and thighs, drawing blood, and sucking hickeys everywhere that isn’t actively bleeding, only stopping every once in a while to admire the way Eddie – who knows better than to try to touch himself by now – has the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, or to spread his cheeks apart and lick over his hole. His nails dig into the soft skin on Eddie’s hips and thighs and make him bleed more where he isn’t already bruising deeply.

When he’s satisfied with his work, and he thinks no one who sees that will ever dare touch what is so clearly his, he folds his body over Eddie’s, dwarfing him under his bulk, and presses a kiss to his flushed cheek. Eddie mumbles something incoherent and turns his head to kiss him properly while Richie fumbles around on the nightstand trying to find the lube.

He starts fingering Eddie open while he’s still looming over him, and takes advantage of the position to do the same thing he did to his legs and his ass to the rest of his body, licking and sucking all over his throat, his shoulders, his back – wherever he can reach. Biting him with inhumanly sharp teeth, growling possessively while he licks up the blood that wells in the fucking holes he puts in his skin. Even the size of the bite marks he leaves look massive against the small expanse of Eddie’s back and curling around the side of his throat. “I love you,” he says before licking Eddie’s cheek and smearing a mixture of blood and saliva there. He draws back to pour more lube on his fingers and work it into Eddie, trying to stretch him out enough to take his knot, and Eddie jumps and hisses out, “Fuck!” when Richie presses too hard on his prostate, the muscles in his legs tensing while he turns his face against the sheets to muffle the sounds he’s making.

Richie barely thinks to wipe his hand clean on the corner of their blanket before grabbing both of Eddie’s wrists again and squeezing them together in one hand, hard enough to bruise, as he lines up his aching cock and sinks into Eddie – probably too fast, but he doesn’t get any complaints, so he doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t take it slow or easy at all, too preoccupied with claiming his sweet little plaything and making sure the world knows who he belongs to. He plants his free hand between Eddie’s shoulder blades and leans his weight on that arm, pinning his top half to the bed while he fucks into him, legs spread to encase Eddie between them. And that’s it, that’s what really gets him, is the sight of Eddie so tiny under just his hand, pinned down so easily, his petite wrists trapped between Richie’s fingers.

Richie’s fucking into him at a brutal pace, something he wouldn’t typically allow for himself, if only because he’s always stuck maintaining that precarious balance between giving Eddie everything he wants and preventing himself from becoming lost in his instincts. He’s usually got better self-control than this, but it’s really close to a full moon and Eddie is so fucking small and Richie loves him so fucking much and he’s also horny as hell, which is important here, and he needs to take care of his baby boy so no one else ever gets their hands on him, okay? Eddie’s making these soft little hiccupping noises under him, like the air’s being knocked out of him every time Richie thrusts too hard into the tight heat of his little body.

Richie presses his hand down harder on his back and leans forward to sink his teeth into the scar he made on the back of Eddie’s neck as he feels his knot start to catch. He doesn’t slow down, but he does thrust more shallowly as it swells up inside of Eddie until he can’t move anymore, not without making Eddie whimper from the discomfort of it, and then he’s coming and he can feel Eddie’s breathing hitch in the way his ribs seize under his hand. He’s still got his canines latched onto his mating bite, and the hand he’s pinning Eddie down with has the beginnings of claws tearing open his poor, bruised skin, and he realizes he’s on the verge of transformation, but for once that doesn’t scare him. Not when he knows he can step back from the brink – not when he knows he didn’t lose control, and he didn’t hurt Eddie. Not any more than he wanted, at least. He takes the hand he’s halfway to crushing Eddie with off of him and reaches between his legs to jerk him off. Almost immediately Eddie’s mouth is falling open, eyes squeezing shut, as he comes, his walls clenching around Richie’s knot.

It takes a few seconds for the mantra of mine mine mine mine minemineminemine to die down in his head, and a few seconds longer to realize he’s still growling against Eddie’s neck, hot blood coating his tongue. “Good baby,” is the first thing he says when he blinks away the haze and pries his jaw open to release Eddie, loosening his grip on his wrists – not letting them go, because he has to take a moment to rub some of the soreness out of them first. “You’re so good for me.” Eddie’s shaking under him still, but he looks completely blissed out, and when Richie leans down to kiss him, Eddie turns his head to meet him. He rubs his hands up and down Eddie’s sides a few times before moving them up to his shoulders so he can massage the stiffness out of them. “I’m gonna take care of you forever,” he promises, placing a gentle kiss just behind Eddie’s ear.

“I can take care of myself,” Eddie replies automatically, and it’s true – if anyone needs to be taken care of in this relationship, it’s probably Richie. But that isn’t what he meant. Instinctively, anyway, he’s got this urge to protect Eddie all the time, just as much as he’s got an urge to fuck and knot him all the damn time. Eddie’s more than capable even without Richie around to protect him, but that’s not gonna change his natural instincts.

“I know,” he says, smiling even though Eddie can’t see it. “I know you can, Eds. I just love you a lot.”

Eddie beckons him down for another kiss and offers a quiet, “I love you, too,” against his lips.