#gotta love innocent dick jokes

[fyreflys]

Hermitcraft s10 Clip Transcriptions

[from Iskall’s ep 22]

Iskall: And now that I’ve been here 6 minutes, I gotta ask. Why do you have a- why do you have a Willy’s?

Mumbo: …it’s so- it’s- its Willy’s wood yard. What’s wrong with that?

Iskall: ok

Mumbo: What’s wrong with it- what’s wrong with that?

Iskall: it’s- duh

Mumbo: it’s a- what- do you take issue with Willy’s?

Iskall: *scoffs* no! No no no I’mma a big Willy enjoyer- Willy’s enjoyer. *realizes what he just said and giggles*

Mumbo: *quietly giggles*

Iskall: I mean- okay, in Sweden we have a shhooₚ- *still laughing* we have a shoₚ … I am fine- I am- (?unintelligible?)

Mumbo: oh no *still giggling* oh no

Iskall: ok.

Mumbo: ok

Iskall: … oh well that gets cut. No. *slams desk*

Mumbo: No, No. That’s stayin in.

Iskall: *trying and failing to talk because he’s giggling too hard*

Mumbo: I’m gonna- I’m gonna send that clip immediately to Cubfan to make a horn out of it.

Iskall: *giggling* of course. Yeah there it is. In Sweden- *keeps giggling* Hold on-

Mumbo: Go on.

Iskall: *clears throat* let me recuperate here. Auuuuuh- In Sweden we have, a shop. *snorts*

Mumbo: Mhm.

Iskall: I can’t look at you now. I can’t look at you now!

Mumbo: What’s wrong?

Iskall: Cuz of the- the- ok so in Sweden we- we have a shop called Willy’s.

Mumbo: Yep.

Iskall: it’s a good food shop. It’s a food store.

Mumbo: Yeah, exactly. There’s nothing wrong with it.

Iskall: They don’t sell wood.

Mumbo: yeah, Well no Willy’s is- and also Willy’s is another term for wood, I think. I’m fairly certain.

Iskall: ohhh no *giggling again*

Mumbo: At least that’s what I’ve heard.

Iskall: *laughing*

Mumbo: *Laughing* It is! It’s an old- it’s an old English term, I think.

Iskall: …okay. Uhhh. Right.

…

Mumbo: I’m glad you like Willy’s. I’m really glad.

Iskall: yeah.

Mumbo: it took me a long time to build it.

Iskall: It’s nice!

[elstoy]

um your writing is so fucking good i’m nervous 🏃🏾‍♀️

okay i think ellie would wear her strap out in public and one day reader would decide to give her a handy like- half joking but ellie actually LOVES it. like her eyes cloud over instantly and she’s spreading her legs for more

if you could do something with that i’d be forever in your debt

if you can’t i still thank you sm for your time 🙏🏾🫶🏾

she’d be kinda shy at first but seeing your palm on her shaft makes her heart skip a beat lord!!!!!

this would probably occur in one of the first time she has ever worn her cock out in public so she’s extra nervous. what absolutely doesn’t help her nerves, is how it keeps rubbing against her crotch and how you keep damn eyeing her little bulge!!!

she’d be blushy and so awkward, frantic whispers like “babe stop gawking at it…” “jeez people are gonna see, stop looking at my dick!!!!” “seriously, babe, m’never doing this again” as if it doesn’t turn her on to see your gaze drop down and your all knowing smile every two secs. rolls eyes.

it all starts when you tell her you gotta pee in the middle of lunch at an all american diner. usually, you’d go alone, but you’re begging her to come with you this time. she obliges out of innocence but has no idea what you plan to do in there. honestly, neither did you, but you just had to… touch it, for some reason. so you fondle her everywhere, squeezing her butt and making her squirm, then pressing your palm atop the bulge. she winces like you just touched her cunt in the middle of a public speech.

“baaaabe” she complains but that reddish blush gives her in. you keep toying with it above her baggy jeans, pressing it and releasing it and running your fingertips on its length. you’re giggling, she did too at first, but now ellie’s fully panting.

“i know you’re playing but this isn’t…”

you unbutton her jeans. you’re no longer giggling too.

“a game”, she breathes.

if it’s extra thick, so your palm doesn’t close all the way it makes her size kink go brrr. because as much as you love her hands she loves yours a billion times more. especially if they’re perfectly manicured, acrylics and all… you spit on your palm and smear it on her tip as u look at her like this “🥺” and her hips immediately buck like a middle schooler getting his first handy.

“wanna play with it” you murmur against her neck. her fine hairs rise, this has definitely unlocked… something.

you move your hand slow, up and down, not failing to keep eye contact with ellie for a second. her lids close, eyebrows furrow, lips forming a near pout. maybe she grew a phantom dick, or maybe it’s the pressure of the base against her clit, but she swears a pool of sweet sleek forms right below her slit.

“you’re so s-s-stupid… this isn’t funny… soooo, good” ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[jeongin-lvr]

idk why but this pic is… it’s making me think about soob & yeonjun as frat boys (my guilty pleasure istg) TW. toxic behaviors, mentions of alcohol, smut.

💭 . ⌢ FRATBOY SOOBIN… he presents as the sweetest, kindest boy alive. He’ll give you gifts and flirt with you like an idiot, playing the role of the perfect boy. The perfect love interest. Of course, it’s all for even the slightest opportunity to get in your pants. He’s secretly a freak, I fear. He honestly can’t go a single day without getting his dick wet somehow, he’ll find a way. You happen to be his pleasure at the moment. But it’ll be gone relatively quick; he moves on fast. It doesn’t take long to have you falling for him at all, him with his dark hair and pretty brown eyes, it’s hard not to. He’s just got this male love interest vibe, and you know he’s just like the rest but there’s this odd glimmer of hope.

He sweet talks his way through life, using that face of his to get to things he wants (can you blame him?). Soobin can simply give you a wink with that bunny-like smile of his and suddenly you’re in his bed, the smell of sweat and sex stronger than that of the alcohol you both drank beforehand. It’s drunken and intense, like the air was heavy and crushing your body beneath it. Soobin doesn’t waste time before he’s unsheathing himself, you drool at the sight of his cock; he smirks because he knows he’s big and he also knows the effect he has on people. That sweet boy persona isn’t around anymore, at least not now. He’s getting just what he wanted, there’s no need to pretend anymore. So he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and flip you in any positions he can; his favorite is dragging you on his lap, telling you to “go on and sit” because he just loves watching you struggle. And by struggle, I mean struggle. He’s big and sitting on his cock makes him feel even bigger. It’s filling, every inch makes you cry, your smaller hands clutching at his shoulders, yours eyes twinkling wet with teardrops. Maybe Soobin is feeling extra mean and he’ll coerce you with crude nicknames. If he’s tipsy he’ll get bolder and fuck up into you when you’ve got him halfway down. And he’ll be sure to do it with the nastiest smirk on his pink lips. It’s hard to believe such a cute, innocent face could be so cruel like this. But he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile after your struggle; gripping your waist with his big hands, holding you in place as he relentlessly fucks up into you, letting out all the sounds he wants (mostly watered-down whines).

“Wus’ the matter? Speak up, use your words,” He’d tease, rubbing his big hand up and down your thigh while he slowly sunk into you. The stretch was always, always, always drunkening, torturous. Tears always burned your eyes and stung your skin; he was condescending and that made it even worse. You coughed and sobbed, “More? Is that what you’re trying to say? Baby, you gotta use that mouth of yours or I’ll give it a different purpose…”

Afterward, he’ll play boyfriend, at the expense of your feelings. It’s sweet little coos of, “That was so good, wasn’t it? You feel okay? Aw, you’re tired, that’s okay, you can sleep.” But if you close your eyes make sure you know that he’ll be gone by the next morning and that’ll be the last and only time you’ll ever even speak to him again. For Soobin it was just a night— all the moments before, the sweet-talking and little flirtatious jokes beforehand, those were simply par for the course. You’ll understand, right?

💬. ⌢ FRATBOY YEONJUN… honestly can’t be bothered to chase girls because the girls will chase him, instead. He’s just naturally charming, it doesn’t matter what he says or how he says it, he’ll always have a few girls in his roster. When you find yourself being one of those girls in his lineup, you honestly don’t even care because he’s The Choi Yeonjun. This guys’ never even had a real, down-to-earth relationship; he doesn’t want one. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he wants something, and he definitely isn’t treating you like his girlfriend. You’re more of a fun accessory, something to keep him busy. You’re both very much in the agreement that this is not a relationship, it’s whatever is the opposite of that… at least in the beginning. You can’t help but be intoxicated by the things he says; the ways he acts, dresses, speaks, touches. God, the way he touches is intense even in the slightest ways. Yeonjun kind of can always tell when people start catching feelings; I mean, the signs are all there. You wouldn’t know it but he’s attentive and very observant. He notices. And that’s when he exchanges you, like a refund, almost. It’s gross and toxic but he never claimed to be a nice guy.

He doesn’t take his time with you either— he jumps straight in. It’s sex and the smell of alcohol and irresponsibility every time you two are together. Yeonjun will call you during the most random hours. Saying the magical words “I need you” and you’re suddenly in his bed, breathless, naked, drunken on each other. Honestly, it’s scary how quickly he can get you like this, ravaged and out of it. Your thighs ache, it’s the best kind of ache, though. It’s endless. His stamina is higher than ever; cock pulsing in you, pricking and prodding at that sweet gummy spot inside of you each time his hips are flush with yours. Never enough time to feel it before he’s doing it again, and again, and again. The entire time he’s smiling, every time he comes it’s euphoric. His smile widens, mouth agape, lips wet and shiny, eyes fluttering as his head tilts further back. You’re beginning to think he’s a sex fiend, searching for more and more release, that end goal of climaxing. Yeonjun won’t even stop to give himself a break before he’s rutting back into you, fucking like a rabbit in heat. You’re gripping his shoulders, burying your face in your neck because he truly doesn’t give a shit how overstimulated or lost you are; your nails could be piercing his flesh and he’d just moan. He’ll fuck you anywhere he can get you; his dorm room, an empty lecture hall, the public bathrooms… in the bushes behind the campus building. Let’s just say if he sees you he’s taking his chance to get you. And afterward he’ll zip up his pants and give you a half-hearted wink before walking away, leaving you bereft and sunken on the floor, panting and knees shaky from a climax. Totally the type to take pictures or film the two of you to keep for later; might show it to a few friends… Soobin and Beomgyu are just curious about the girls he’s fucking! Maybe they’ll get a taste too.

“You’re so easy, ____,” Yeonjun spits, your body bent against the wall, cheek pressing into the cold tile of the closet walls. The door isn’t even fully closed all the way… you just know someone could catch you— slip in, see how his cock drilled into you like a bullet. You preened at this, shuddering out moans, “Always so fuckin’ wet f’me… clenching like a slut— ah, fuck, you’re a whore! Should I take some pics of your ass to show Soobin later? Hm?”

[taylormarieee]

I'm gonna fold you like a christmas present -Day 1 Clapton Davis

Prompt: Clapton wants to fold you like a present...

Pairing: Clapton Davis x Fem!Black!Reader

Word Count: 979

Warnings: P in V sex, Sub/Dom dynamic, Desperate Clapton, Needy Reader, Impatient Reader, Jokes, Moaning and whimpering, Just Horny, Porn with Plot, Creampie, No protection, wrap it b4 you tap it fellas.

"CLAPTON!" You squeal running up to hug him. He turns around and smiles.

"My baby! Look at you." He says catching you and spinning you around.

You chuckle and kiss his neck. "You like it." You ask. He puts you down and motions with his fingers for you to turn around

You do a full 360 and he bites his lip. "Like it baby? I love it. You look sexy." He responds.

You playfully hit his arm, "Stop Clapton, your practically drooling." You say with a laugh.

"That's the whole point. You look like a snack and I'm ready to dig in." He says slithering his hands around your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips. "Well... I have two more but if you really like this one then fine." You say.

He nods and stifles out an 'mhm' before going back to sit down on the bed.

He waits for you to get out of the bathroom so he can cuddle with you.

"Hurry up babe. I need you. That dress has me feeling a type of way." He yells out to you from the bedroom.

"So impatient I swear to god." You mutter under your breath, "Coming!" You yell out before rolling your eyes.

You finally get out and Clapton's already under the covers. "We better be cuddling and watching a movie Clapton, Christmas is tomorrow." You say walking out in his T-shirt and underwear.

"Oh we're gonna do something better than that princess." He says with that mischievous smirk on his face.

You pause because you know that smirk all to well. You watch as he moves his index finger to motion you over.

You walk over with a groan and lay next to him. He moves you on top of him so he can see you better.

"Baby... I wanna try something new if that's ok?" He asks all sweet and innocent but you know what he's about to ask isn't sweet or innocent.

"What is it Clapton?" You ask slightly annoyed yet intrigued. He slides you off his lap, and puts you in a missionary position.

He then lifts your knees up to your chest and bends down to whisper in your ear.

"This position. I'm gonna fold you like a christmas present." He whispers seductively.

You squirm and try to press your thighs together but his strong arms keep them wide open.

"Look who's impatient now." Clapton says with a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and continue to push him off you.

He shakes and kisses you roughly. His spit on the top of your lip as he slips his tongue past your bottom lip.

You moan into his mouth and grip the hem of his t-shirt. He lifts it off his broad shoulders and slides his warm hand up your waist.

"Clapton please..." You whimper.

"Shh baby I know." He whispers in your ear. He slides your underwear down and does the same with his pants and boxers.

He lines himself up with your entrance. You jerk your hips forward to try and hurry up this process but Clapton just sucks his teeth and shakes his head.

"Gotta be patient baby." He says slowly sliding into you. He waists no time pounding into you.

He grunts as he he picks up his pace. You scream out in surprise before gripping his back.

"Hold onto your legs baby, Yea just like that. You want me to fuck you like a whore?" He asks.

You nod and whine as he continues to pound into your pussy. You feel hhot as your face gets warmer and burns.

Your insides are on fire in this positing but it feels good. It feels like Clapton is all in your stomach.

His dick piercing your walls. Sliding in and out. You cry out at the feeling of such beautiful pleasure.

"Fuck me just like that Clapton!" You cry out. He grunts as he continues to pound into you at a rapid pace.

"Yea, I'll fuck you just like this all the time baby." He responds. Your pussy clenches at the thought of being in this position again.

"Clapton i-m- ugh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out. He rubs your clit.

"Beg baby! Beg for it. You want it? So beg princess." He orders. You obey, "Please Clapton! I want it badly! Please let me cum! Please!"

He nods and smirks, "Look at you. A mess for me! Begging to cum liek the little slut you are. Making a mess all on my cock like a good girl." He responds.

He kisses you roughly while continuing his torture on your clit.

"Cum baby. Cum for me. Look at how drunk you are off my cock." He says smirking.

You cum all over his chest and his cock. Your orgasm ripping through you. You shake and convulse at the intensity of your orgasm.

"Oh fuckkkk!" You cry out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Claptons thrusts get sloppier.

"I'm gonna cum in this pretty tight pussy. You want that?" He asks. His eyes also roll back to the feeling of his orgasm approaching.

"Yes! Please cum inside me!" You allow him to cum inside you so he does.

His seed painting your velvet walls white. He goans and slams his cock into you two more times before laying still.

He makes sure his body weight isn't fully pressed on you. You pull Clapton close before kissing his cheek.

"I loved that, we should do that again sometime." You say with a weak smile on your face.

"Same time tomorrow?" He jokes. You playfully hit his arm before laughing.

He kisses you sweetly before drifting away in your embrace. his hands rub your thighs to make sure your ok.

You slowly drift to sleep with him between your legs.

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[bellysoupset]

Some palate cleanser after the previous story 😭

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"What was her name again?"

"Allison," Luke answered without missing a beat, his cheeks tinted pink, maybe from the wine. Bella leaned back uneasily as she watched her husband swirl the remaining bit of his drink and finish it off, catching her eyes.

Lucas was all smiles tonight. That one million buck smile that turned her off more than anything, a brilliant reminder that in another life he'd be a Forbes cover.

They were having dinner with Sylvie, Luke's boss, as well as the mayor Mr. Joshua Till and his twenty years too young wife, Marylin. It was taking all of Bella's willpower to pretend she was even mildly interested in all the polite small talking.

The mayor's eyes had sparked her eye, ambition written all over his face, and since then he hadn't bothered to talk with her. His child-bride, Bella thought viciously, was nicer and she had attempted to start up conversation twice, in a tiny voice that could not be heard by anyone other than their table and at the moment they were too busy measuring dicks to pay attention.

"What do you do, Bella?...Oh, backend developer... Sounds so scary, what's that?... My god, Joshie, you gotta hear-" Marylin tugged at her husband's sleeve and he brushed her off easily, causing Bella to cringe in sympathy.

"Don't worry," she leaned in to whisper innocently, "people don't give much thought about backend dev, not until they need an app working. I'm used to it."

Marylin's eyes sparkled at the friendly interaction, clearly the poor woman was feeling as out of place as Bell herself.

Bella's mood was quickly tanking. She didn't feel well, there was a heavy sensation in her stomach and she was glad that the rich people's restaurant served those minuscule portions, because there was no way she could eat much more than those two forkfuls she had.

Luke was busy and tonight her role was simply to play the loving, smiley wife, who didn't mind the mayor's mildly sexist jokes, like when he had first seen her and said "now I know why Luke was rushing to get married."

"You alright?" Luke whispered, leaning in, snapping Bella out of her thoughts, squeezing her knee inconspicuously. Bella nodded, opening a small smile as he planted a kiss on her cheek and whispered, "we'll leave soon."

Soon ended up being nearly three hours later. Bella was feeling clammy and queasy, she wanted nothing more than her bed.

"One closing drink and then we'll go," the mayor said, ordering liquor for the whole table. Bella bit the inside of her cheek not to grimace, she couldn't say no to the mayor, not when Luke and his boss had spent the whole night charming the man, but goddamn if she didn't want to.

The waiter came back with mini liquor glasses, tiny flutes filled with amber liquid.

Joshua raised his glass, urging them all to mimic him, "to a long lasting partnership," he cheered, before gulping it down.

Yeah, right, until the election, Bella thought sourly, before gulping her own drink down. Her already unsettled stomach flipped at the burning liquid and she hiccupped, loud and suddenly enough that Luke and Marylin both chuckled.

"Oh, that was cute-" Luke grinned, leaning her way, he was slightly tipsy, the lightweight that he was, and Bella glared at him.

"Excuse me..." she mumbled, standing up and grabbing on the back of Lucas' chair to steady herself, when the ground swam around her. Bell took a deep breath, ignoring Luke's confused glance, then marched to the bathroom.

As soon as she got inside, Bella braced against the sink and groaned as she saw her reflection. The natural golden tone of her skin had become muted thanks to her paleness and no amount of makeup could cover up how lousy she felt.

She swished some water and spat it back out, splashing her nape and neck, trying to cool down and taking measured breaths to fight the nauseous feeling starting to take over her.

The bathroom door opened as Bella was patting her cheeks with some humid paper towels, trying to wipe the clamminess without removing her makeup.

Marylin walked in, then paused on her way to the bathroom stall, perking up, "it was really nice that you were here, Bella."

Bell couldn't figure out why, considering her mood had been less than stellar for most of the night.

"Thanks...?"

Marylin offered her a soft smile, walking inside the stall. Bella was about to leave when she heard the lady's voice, louder so she could be heard, "these dinners are always so boring."

Bell cringed, she wanted nothing more than to leave, but politeness now required her to stay put while the other woman peed, "they're alright," she lied through her teeth and heard a little scoff.

"Please. Josh cannot stop talking, we're basically here as scenery. It's even worse when it's one of his committee parties," she flushed, then stepped out, smoothing her beige dress and walking towards the sink, "it's like I'm a very pretty plant he drags around."

Bella raised her eyebrows, queasy feeling in the backburner as she collected the gossip, "really? I thought you two were- Picture perfect," no, she didn't.

Marylin rolled her eyes, grabbing some paper towels, "no, you didn't. You look just as bored as I am, you're just not as good pretending. Resting bitch face case?"

A cackle slipped out and Bella rushed to cover her mouth, suddenly amused, "oh shit- I mean, sorry, sorry-"

The other woman smiled fondly, leaning against the sink slightly, "your husband's sweet," she said after a minute, "he actually listens when you speak."

"I mean," Bella frowned, "that's the bare minimum. Wouldn't have married him otherwise."

The First Lady shrugged, balling up the paper towels and throwing it in the trash, "is it?" she said in a calm voice, stepping around Bella, "how long have you two been together?"

"Six years in September," Bella followed her out, letting out a small sigh of relief as she saw Luke was standing at the door already, holding her coat.

"I've only been with Josh for three," Marylin threw her a serious glance, "we should go out for coffee some other day. I'll get your number with Joshua."

Did the mayor have her number?

"Uhm- Okay-" Bella barely finished her sentence, before the other woman was walking away, whole demeanor changing as she entered her unassuming role.

"You're pouty," Luke said, as they finally got to the parking lot, after many thank-yous and goodbyes. He had an around her back and Bella was quietly walking alongside him.

"No, I'm not," Bella grabbed the car door handle, climbing in, "I'm fine."

"Uhm..." Luke leaned in, slotting himself between her legs, his nose nearly touching hers, "don't believe you."

"Too bad," Bella planted her index on his forehead, pushing him back, "I just wanna go home, tonight was exhausting."

"Have I said thank you for putting up with it?" Luke didn't pull back despite her pushing, turning his face so he could catch her finger and nibbling at it, "thank you. I know it was boring as hell, but you being here meant a lot."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure the night would've been ruined without me," Bella rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile as he wrinkled his nose and pressed a kiss to her palm.

"Mine would've," Luke pushed a curl that had escaped from her hairstyle back behind her ear, "thank you."

Her cheeks burned and Bella shrugged, unsure of how to take the honest thankfulness, "let's go home, I don't feel so good." She cringed as soon as she said it and caused Luke's eyes to widen, sobering him up immediately.

"You're not feeling well? What's wrong?"

Bella sighed, pulling her hand from his hold and rubbing her stomach lightly, "just feeling a little gross, it's not a big deal. I think I just miss my bed."

Luke opened a small smile at that, then leaned in and stole a kiss, "let's go home, grandma."

"Real weird calling me that right after kissing me," Bella grinned, but she happily kissed him back.

The drive home was uneventful, although Bella was muffling little burps against her fist for pretty much all of it. She couldn't get rid of that queasy sensation, not strong enough to make her pukey, not faint enough to let her forget it.

"I think the First Lady wants to be my friend," Bella said, once they got out of the car and she started stripping at their front door, using Luke's shoulder as support as she unclasped her heels.

"She's our age, I wouldn't be surprised," Luke shrugged, unlocking the door and stepping aside so she'd go in first. These little spontaneous bursts of chivalry never ceased to make Bella all melty inside. "Besides, you're like... The coolest girl."

"Aw, I'm flattered, babe," Bella teased him, draping herself over his back and letting out a sigh when Luke planted his hands over hers in his chest, keeping her put, "you think I'm the coolest girl?"

"Yep," Luke turned his head to smile at her, "you got that mysterious-dont-really-wanna-be-here thing going on. Got me smitten on the spot, I don't see why it'd be different with anyone else."

"Marylin called it a resting bitch face, but I love the way you see me," she muffled a little burp against his shoulder blades, stepping in rhythm with him as they waddled to the bedroom.

"What's the point of a hot woman if she doesn't look a little mean?" Luke smiled, grabbing at her forearms and throwing Bell in the bed. She fell with a pleased noise, sinking against the pillows, and squirmed as Luke promptly crawled over her.

"Don't- Luke," she shoved at his arm, "don't lie on top of me, my stomach hurts-" she rolled her eyes as Luke slid down on the bed, rolling her black dress up, "what part of my belly's hurting was an invitation to eat me- Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Luke snorted, placing a kiss against her belly, as he pushed her dress up enough, and starting to rub it gently, "doesn't feel bloated to me."

"It's not gas," Bella blushed and used this moment to pull her dress up and out, balling it up and throwing it across the room. She started removing the pins in her hair, "it's just bleh."

"Bleh," Luke repeated, smiling and pressing another kiss near her navel, "like you're gonna be sick?"

"Sorta," Bella tilted her hip, so Luke's next kiss was to the side of her belly, near her ribcage, "not really pukey, but I guess? I don't know, I just feel gross."

"You're a gift with words," he mumbled against her skin and Bella flicked at his ear. Her stomach churned once more and she groaned, turning her face to muffle a sickly burp against the pillow.

"Dinner's messing with you, uh?" Luke said quietly, resting an elbow on the bed and continuing to rub her stomach in soothing circles, seeming completely hypnotized.

"No," Bella's mouth started to get a sticky quality and she gulped down the weird sour taste, "felt like this all day."

"What?" he glanced up, surprised, "why didn't you say anything! Isabella! I wouldn't have-"

"It was a important dinner," Bell shrugged, poking his knuckles to get Luke to start the belly rub back again, "I almost threw up at lunch, but I persevered."

"You're impossible, Bell," Luke pouted, putting a bit more pressure in the slow circular motions, his thumb pressing on her side, "we could've rescheduled."

"With the mayor? Yeah, right," Bella sat up slowly, feeling a weird pressure in her throat. She pressed her lips in a line and Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"Bell? Do you need the trashcan?"

Maybe. Bella shook her head, letting the nausea wash over her and gulping down, goosebumps springing all over her.

"You're really pal-"

She hastily shoved him off of her and leaned over the side of the bed, but instead of vomit, only a small wet burp came up. Bella groaned, head hanging, as Luke went to hold her hair back and let out a small scoff.

"You're always so dramatic when you need to burp," he planted a kiss to her temple, "are you gonna puke?"

"No," Bella gulped down, collapsing on the pillow once more, "but can you get in bed and rub my belly?"

"Aw, pooOor baby," Luke teased her, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "yeah, let me just change first."

Bella was feeling more than a little drowsy by the time Luke slipped under the blankets, promptly pulling her closer to him and burying his nose in her hair, "are you sleepy?"

"Took you forever," she mumbled, grabbing his hand and moving it to her stomach, draping herself on his side, "Lu?"

"Yeah?" his mouth was pressed to her temple and his breath tickled the top of her ear, causing Bella to smile.

"Thank you for not treating me like a very pretty plant."

Lucas let out a cackle, throwing his head back and causing the bed to shake, "you're welcome?"

Bella smiled, pressing her nose to his neck and tangling their legs together, "I'd be a venus flytrap."

[pandorasfavorite]

hi i have so many dom smut ideas!!

-reader is new social media person & dom constantly flirts with her, maybe inviting her out to a club with a few others & she has to sit on his lap & when he flirts with her he feels her pussy clench on his thigh & he calls her out on it and smut ensues

- mutual masturbation when sharing a room (maybe happens by accident or overheard)

- flirting with reader & getting needy and begging to be touched & she makes him put on a show or guide her hands because she enjoys seeing him pathetically needy

Filthy and teasing

AN: I'm doing all of these BTW. But we are starting with the last one because I crave needy Dominik. I'm trying to work on my characterization for him, so help me out, guys. OMG, he's so sexy when he's sweaty. Also, this is kinda of long and Filthy guys. WHY DO I HATE MY TITLES LOL.

You are obsessed with changing your outfits, almost every time you walk into the ring, you are wearing something new. Its always a variation of dark colors that represents the Judgement Day and it drives Dominik crazy. The way your outfits hugs your curves and shows off every bit of your body is chilling for him.

Seeing you walk into the dressing room in all black, and purple outlining the outfit at the curves of your boobs and ass makes him sallow. The outfit is modest for the most part but it shows just enough skin for the imagination, the top going into a V down your chest. Your legs are out and smooth, but with fishnets going all the way down.

Dominik doesn't even speak when he sees you, Finn was talking to him, but Dominik doesn't even remember the conversation. The only thing on his mind is how good you look, how easy it would be to rip those fishnets off and bend you over the counter.

You walk around the room leaning over counters and trying to find a spot, Dominik gets to see it all. Your ass looks so good in that outfit and all his thoughts are reaching his dick. Your outfit is just so tight and fitting, complimenting every inch of your skin. It feels like hours but you finally turn around and make eye contact with Dominik smiling at him innocently, like you were unaware of the effect you had on him. "Dominik! I'm talking to you", Finn says loudly from the other side of the room trying to break his concentration. "Stop ogling her man", Finn noticed just like everyone else. Damian laughs to himself and Rhea just grins looking off to the side.

"Sorry man", Dominik waves it off, even though he feels the burning in his cheeks from embarrassment. You smile genuinely and strut over to Dominik, you lean down and kiss his cheek, and some of your lipstick stamps onto him. "That's okay Dom. You can ogle me", you say to him not worried about the listening ears. Dominik looks up at you, everything but you is blurred in his vision, he revolves around you and only you. He can barely speak at your loving display, all he knows is that it's making it hard for him to keep it in his pants. You kiss the other side of his cheek quickly before yelling out a quick, "gotta go", not only him but the rest of the group. Everyone throws out 'bye's and 'good luck's and the door clicks shut behind you.

Rhea becomes super confused for a moment and she looks over to Dominik who is still stuck in the same position you left him in. "Aren't you supposed to be ringside?", she mentions. Dominik throws himself off the couch and curses while running, "Shit, I forgot". Damian slaps Finn's chest while joking, "Guess she did too" and he raises his eyebrows suggestively. Finn busts out laughing at some sort of underlying joke, Rhea just rolls her eyes and gets on her phone; enjoying her time to rest.

Dominik was in his own world for a minute there, you're so breathtaking to him that he couldn't find the words to say anything. Now he feels more prepared to speak to you, to get your attention that he aches for. Dominik managed to find you waiting close to the entrance, there were only 2 minutes until you were supposed to walk out. Dominik walks up behind you smacking and grabbing your ass suggestively, "God you look sexy tonight", he says huskily. You turn your head to the side to notice him, "Am I not every night?", you grin knowing his response.

"You know you are. This though, I've never been this hard", he moves to kiss your collarbone, his hair fanning over his face attractively. You feel him brush against you and he reacts strongly, whimpering without meaning too. Falling out of his dominant role accidentally. You spin around and press your front against him, You run your finger down his Adams apple and his chest, all just to grab him by the loops in his pants and giggle at his flushed face. He looks down at you, taking his hand to hold the side of your face and to rub your bottom lip, like he's considering leaning down and taking advantage of the position you're both in.

Your entrance music blasts and you whip around walking out, but with Dominik's hand clasped in yours. Dominik's eyes linger on you for longer than they should, fans will definitely notice the sexual tension between you both if he keeps it up. During your match you show out as much as you can, willing yourself to jump around to get the attention of Dominik; though you don't have to do much.

Dominik is starting to sweat; your beauty and his neediness not being a good mix, and he attempts to control himself. He closes his eyes for a split seconds and reminds himself over and over that he is on public television that he has to wait. Like clockwork Dominik ushers you out of there discreetly, wanting to grab and hold you to him and never let go.

You walk into the dressing room smiling proudly at your win, but Dominik just looks exhausted and ready to go home. Some would think he just ran a marathon but really all he's been doing is thinking about you on your knees bobbing on his cock. You take your time getting things out of your locker, longer than usual to be a tease. Dominik stands extremely close to you, he holds your waist and he lays his forehead on your shoulder. "Can we go now?", he asks squeezing his eyes shut; he's trying to force all of the dirty thoughts out of his mind for just a moment. You shake your head smiling to yourself, "I'm hurrying, just a few minutes". Dominik trails after you, every step you take he does too. Dominik taps his hands on the steering wheel shifting a bunch in his seat, impatiently.

You slide your hand onto his thigh trying to relax him but it just makes things worse. Dominik twitches at the proximity and at this point he's so hard it's starting to hurt, and his pants feel tight. You unlock the door and step into the house, Dominik rushes in after you, pushing you against the wall and sinking to his knees while he kisses down your body. He squeezes your thighs and kisses them erratically. You grab Dominik's hair pulling up a little to get his attention, "Stand up" you tell him without room for argument.

Dominik's eyes glint and his stomach flutters. The pulling on his hair alone makes him feel close to cumming. He raises up his face only a centimeter away from yours, his breathing fanning across your lips. His breath then becomes yours. You peck his lips and say the words that make him whimper in distress, "I'm going to take a shower". He rubs his clothed cock against your thigh and he closes his eyes breathing heavily, "Baby can it wait? Please- can it wait?", his fists clenching at his side. He shakes his head side to side, controlling himself, trying to last for you.

You pull on his hair making him groan and rut his hips more, "No. Go sit down, I'll be out in a minute". Dominik looks at you, trying to break your composure, to change your mind. You raise your eyebrows at him, daring him to argue. He pulls himself away from you, doing one more once over before moving to the couch. Sitting down and manspreading to release some tension. You smile mischievously and sway your hips while you walk, your bottoms ride up some, so more skin is right in front of Dominik taunting him. "Fuck me", he mutters to himself, the words slipping out seeing you walk away.

You take much longer in the shower, teasing him is so fun. While your in the shower you imagine him withering and trying to control himself, willing himself to hold off touching himself till you get back. You have only a towel wrapped around you when you walk out of the bathroom; small droplets of water run down your body from the steam. You step a few feet in front of Dominik and he swallows, "Gonna make me wait?", he says in false confidence. You drop your towel, water from your hair falling and running down your tits and thighs. You walk over and climb onto Dominik sitting your bare pussy onto his leg.

Dominik shudders at the sight of your dripping pussy sitting on his leg, You grind forward against his leg, the sound of wetness making Dominik moan. You kiss down the side of his face then under his ear, "You'll have to wait until I'm done" you whisper to him sweetly. You rock against his leg, your clit brushing against his flexed leg. Dominik's head lolled backward and he tried to compose himself but only pleas fell from his lips, "I need to be in you. Let me feel that tight pussy baby" Your other leg brushes against his cock just a little, "Fuck..fuck". His eyes squeeze shut and he grips the couch, "Mami, I'll do anything'. He feels his eyes well up in desire for you.

You still your movements when the idea comes to mind: Dominik moves his head to look at you. You move the hair out of his face to get a better look at him, "Okay. Show me what you want", Dominik's hands rush to touch your body but you grab his wrists before he can touch you. "No touching-", "Mami~", "Use my hands to show me what you want". Dominik swallows the whines of protests, he knows this is the most he is getting right now. He holds your wrists and puts your hands on your boobs. You moan quietly, starting to grind against him again. Dominik moves a hand down to slide down your stomach lowly and slowly, your pussy clenching at the proximity it brings. Dominik makes eye contact with you as he moves your hand to slip down to your pussy, your own fingertips grazing your clit.

You moan eyes fluttering closed while you play with your clit, Dominik aiding your movements. You twitch on his leg, his leather-like pants helping you glide against his leg easily. Dominik pulls your own hand back to put it on his chest, "Baby" he mutters like it's painful. You start to pull off his shirt, a relief for him, Dominiks positive he's getting what he wants. He lifts his hips up when you start to tug off his pants, his pants sliding off alone was enough friction to make his knuckles turn white from gripping the side of the couch. You sit on his lap now, his cock prodding and aching in need, leaking so much precum you thought he already came.

You kiss Dominik's cheeks and then ask, "What do you want baby?" you whisper in a seductive manner. Dominik's hips thrust up a little while he speaks, "Anything. Ride me, my cock, my face. Just sit on it Mami. Fuck just sit on it", the thought alone provokes his body to shake. You take your finger and run it down his cock and Dominik gasps his whole body shooting back. You wrap your hand around his cock and pumped him twice, your thumb grazing over the tip of his dick.

Dominiks dick twitches and his cum spills out coating your stomach and thighs, it all dripping down your body. Dominiks trying his best not to push you away from him, your warm pussy still laying on him. You notice his struggle and the way he’s pants with his lips are parted; overstimulated. You notice this, it’s so hot the way his body is begging for you, you stroke his cock; lifting a little to rub your wetness on him. “Mami wait. mmm s’too much”, A hand finds your hair for support and his other hand is lying on your bare waist to hold you still.

You ignore him, grabbing him by the base and slipping him into you. You moan at the slight stretch, how his cock fits into you perfectly. You lift up arching your back and you knock Dominik's hand away from your head, you grab his hand and put it onto the other side of your waist. You press your lips to him, your lips moving against each other, both of you trying to control the pace of the kiss. You hum into a kiss grinding back and forth, his dick moving inside of you. There's a fluttering in your chest from the overwhelming feeling of lust and pleasure.

“Taking it so well”, you say; fingers scratch down his back lightly, your pussy clenching on him, the smacks of your skin against his; one of the many things Dominik manages to grasp. His mind is flooded and mushy, he can’t comprehend anything but you and how long he’s been waiting for this, how badly he always wants you. Your thighs burn from riding him, to the point you want to lay down and take it. You slide off of Dominik, pleads tumbling from his lips immediately. “Baby?”, he looks down at himself making it so much more intense, “Don’t leave, let me help please - please”, he turns his body after you.

You lay on your back taking up the rest of the couch, you smile and put your hands above your head sexily, spreading your legs slowly for Dominik to take it in. Dominik licks the bottom of his lip, his eyes not leaving you. Like it’s instinct he grabs your thighs and pulls you flush against him and his cock. He spreads your legs further and he pushes into you cursing lowly.

He thrusts into your dripping hole mercilessly, his hips snapping against your ass. Dominik's hands grip your thighs to where it’s turning red, but his roughness feels so good, the switch in his behavior was sexy to you. Dominik rolls his hips, the tip of his dick hitting that spot inside of you that makes you moan loud and arch off the couch. “Always letting me finish the job and fuck you right, huh mami? Ain’t that right baby?” He grunts out his hair falling over his face some in the most perfect way.

You nod quickly your hands reaching to hold onto his biceps while your tits bounce at the force. He reaches down and plays with your sticky clit from his precum and your own wetness. You feel yourself clench around him and he moans. Your close with the feeling of Dominik inside of you pushing you close to the edge. “So tight -haahh- that’s it mami. Don’t run from it baby, so close”, your moan your vision goes dark for a second and your mouth falls open in a moan. Dominik smacks your ass and thrusts into you quickly, the tip of his dick being squeezed by your clenching pussy. Dominik cums and leans forward towards you, his eyes closing for a moment and his face blissed out. “S’so fucking good,” he says opening his eyes to see the love of his life fucked out with her chest heaving and lips wet with him.

[spirit-jello]

Can you write something about sub zb1 legal line?

Of course! but I loved doing it~ thank you for the request!

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Jiwoong ~ People usually assume he’s the dom, but don’t be fooled by his cool and calm manner; he loves being told what to do. Despite acting nonchalant in public, in your own home he’s always needy for you. He begs so often you tease him about it. People always joke how you’re the sub in the relationship, so whenever they do that you go extra rough on Jiwoong, overstimulating the fuck out of him when you get back. 

“How would the other members react if they knew you were this much of a submissive cutie? Who whines and begs for me?” You would whisper in his ear, his response just being whimpers as you milk his dick dry.

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Zhanghao ~ When I tell you this man cries at everything you do in the bedroom, he cries at every little thing you do in the bedroom. Whether it's you having him wear a cock ring, refusing to let him cum, or having him ejaculate multiple times; he lets out sobs and moans, either begging you for more or to stop. When he begs for more, you could either- comply, where you take off his ring and bounce on his cock as he whines from the feeling of your walls squeezing him. Or you could refuse, teasing him with kitten licks and slapping his dick when he tries to move. Bonus, make him wear a vibrating ring and just watch as he falls apart.

 “Baby- please touch me~ ah~! Pleasepleaseplease-”

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Hanbin ~ He used to be a soft dom, but after he shyly asked you to be more dominant to him, you happily obliged. You would tease him in public, whether it was kissing his neck gently, seeming innocent to the others but you knew how sensitive his neck was. He’d bite back a whimper, as you do a quick bite to his weak spot. And right when you get home, you barely make it pass the door before he humps you begging to fuck you. 

“Fuck~ I’ll be a good boy promise, let me make you feel good please baby~”

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Matthew ~ Poor baby, he tries so hard to dom you, but as soon as you give him one look, he goes weak in the knees. He works out often to seem like the stronger one, which he might be physically, but you both know better. You love seeing him break under you as you bounce on his cock, refusing to give him permission to cum til you do it first. Because of that he begs to fuck you right so you could get close faster

“F-fuck y/n~ I can’t last much longer baby please let me- fuckk~!”

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Taerae ~ When he’s submissive, he is babygirl coded as fuck. Because of that, you always make him wear frilly panties underneath his clothes. As much as it's humiliating for him, he can’t deny how good it feels.  After he gets home from practice, you’re already waiting for him in the bedroom. You quickly strip him aside from his girly panties, palming him through the soft fabric. Of course he’d be whining at the subtle pleasure asking for more. Because he was such a good boy, you decide to let him  get his release by humping you, having him cum in the frilly undergarments.

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Ricky ~ you know how he refuses to not serve face, so it’s extremely satisfying seeing him break and lose his calm demeanor. He’s a little tougher to break, but once he’s tied up while you give him head, getting off with a subtle ‘pop!’ every time he’s close? His brattiness falters significantly. “You gonna keep being a brat? Or do you wanna actually be able to cum? All you gotta do is say sorry. Your choice hun.” 

“..I'm sorry mommy”

Oh, forgot to mention; he’s got a slight mommy kink as well. So when you hear him call you that, it’s when you know he’s ready to be good.

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Gyuvin ~ Gyuvin is just a dumb puppy who can’t get off on his own. He always wakes you up by whimpering in your ear, grinding against you. Poor baby always has a hard-on, even in public. He doesn’t give a shit where you guys are, he will give open mouth kisses to your neck, begging to fuck you. Then you have to stop everything and go home, since he won’t stop til he gets to have you. Sadly you can’t punish him by edging or overstimulating, as he’s only a dumb puppy who can’t keep his dick in his pants; so instead you scold him for being so needy, not letting him fuck you himself but instead doing it on your own. Scolding him leaves a bigger impact, since he wants so badly to be your good boy.

“I’m sorry, please let me make you feel good- wanna be good for you- haah~”

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

innocence loss

【Quaritch/Reader】

warnings: mini bad plot, breeding kink, physical abuse, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex, slut shaming, rape/non-con., sub!reader, dom!quaritch, vaginal sex, virgin reader, clit fucking?, smut, degration, begging, crying. that’s all i guess.

reminder: don’t like don’t read.

in which: quaritch wants to rob your innocence

a/n: first time posting smut lol.

i do not own any of the pictures i used in this fic, i found them on pinterest. they belong to whoever made/posted them

walking through the forest was an injured quaritch, his face was bloody, he had cuts all over his body, his ikran was tired of flying for days, quaritch had no idea that there was a pair of yellow eyes staring at him until he heard a yell and an exruciating pain on the back of his neck and his vision turned black.

“oh! you’re awake, you’ve been sleeping for days,” he heard a soft voice next to him, he turned his head and saw you, your adorable doe eyes looking down at him, he took in your soft face features, memorizing them, burying them deep deep down in his memories. “who are you,” he said but it came out as a growl “i’m y/n, i actually hit you on the head with a rock i was going to take you to the clan so they can kill you but then i decided against it because you were injured,” you spoke fastly and he chuckled “what’s your name?” he closed his eyes and sighed and snorted “miles, miles quaritch.”

from that day on you started visiting him everyday, it took you a while to pronounce his name right, you grew a lovely friendship, which brings you to these events, you walking around the forest with quaritch.

“do you have any kids?” you asked him and looked at his side profile “yes. yes, i do, why?” he hummed and you shook your head “nothin’ just wondering, do you have a mate?” you narrowed your eyes at him which earned you a chuckle from him he shook his head “no,” he mumbled under his breath, and kept walking trying to ignore you.

you yet asked another question which, clearly, annoyed him “why are you asking so many questions?” he sighed and you hummed biting your lower lip “i don’t know? i mean you’re different, and i wanna know about you? i guess? i don’t know,” you said in all honesty “well, there’s nothin’ you gotta know ‘bout me, except that i’m an ol’ man,” you gasped “that’s insane, you don’t look old, anyways as i was saying.” you said and continued your conversation about how bad you’d love to find your mate on day, sick, twisted, and a dark idea washed over quaritch “what if we mate right here, right now,” he asked and you giggled thinking that he’s joking but your giggling quickly stopped when you saw that his face was turned in your direction.

“what?” you asked smiling “you’re very pretty you know,” he replied. you didn’t know what he meant by that. quaritch began to walk towards you. starting to sense something was wrong, you slowly backed away with each step he took. until your back was pressed against the tree.

with every second passing, quaritch found it harder and harder to hold back. everything about you was so innocent. he was burning with lust, and he wanted you to burn with him. his dick was rock hard, straining against his cammies, his body ready to take you right then and there.

“what are you doi-”

not wasting another second, quaritch shovined you against the tree. you tried to tell him to stop, but was your voice was quickly muffled by his lips latching into yours like a leech, he kissed you roughly, his hands touching every inch on your body, nose bumping into your cheek, his spit mixing with yours. your hands shot to his chest trying to push him off of you, but he was quick to grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. you squirmed under him, and he smiled against your lips, his canines biting down on your lip. your face started turning pruple as your air ways were cut and you couldn’t breathe. the strong scent of sweat on him only made everything worse. after a few minutes of turture, he finally pulled his face away from yours, and you took this opportunity to gasp in air. before you could say anything, quaritch hushed you with his finger on your lip.

“hey, just breathe,” he cooed, his hand on your cheek rubbing softly, trying to calm you down and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and smirked. “don’ worry, you’re in good hands, sweetheart. i’m gon’ make ya feel real nice and good, gonna take care of ya,”

you tried pushing him again, but ceased all actions when he shoved his knee between your legs. “stop it, please, don’t touch me! please stop!” you screamed. “no ones goin’ anywhere,” he had a stern look on his face. you gasped when he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and threw you onto the ground.

he quickly climbed on top of you, pinning you down. you continued to struggle, but all your no, please, and stops sounded more like a challenge to him than pleas. he ground into you and you felt something hard press against your crotch. he groaned, feeling the friction between his hard cock and the rough material of his cammies as he rubbed his erection against you. unable to bear the pain in his crotch anymore, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his cammies in a rush, not even bothering to take them off, pinned both your arms against the ground with a single hand, the other moving your loincloth to the side revealing your folds, the same hand moved over to your chest ripping your top off.

“no, please. please stop, i don’t wanna do this,” you sobbed, unknowing that your pathetic attempt to plead mercy only turned him on even more. he parted your lips using his index and ring fingers and pressed his middle to your opening, he hummed at the tightness, he was right. you were a virgin, just like he had thought. he pressed his bare cock against your pussy and it throbbed at your words, ready to change all that. he looked at you, with wide eyes, at the feeling of your wet cunt. tears ran down your face covering your cheeks making them wet while he rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating his cock in your juices.

“i don’t think your body wants me to stop, does it?” he hummed. You looked away in shame. he lowered his head until he was right next to your ear. his shaved sides tickling your cheeks, his piercing yellow eyes flashing with hunger. “look how fucking wet you are for me, and i’ve barely done anything.” he made a tsk sound. “looks like you’re nothin’ but a dirty slut, ain’t that right sweetheart?” he chuckled

“no,” you choked out. you couldn’t believe it. you were about to get raped right in your own home, the same ground you walked on when you were a child, by a man who’se life you saved.

he rubbed against your folds one more time, the tip of his dick hitting your clit, making you arch your back, before sliding the tip in your entrance. he grunted at the tightness of your cunt, yet your insides seemed to suck him in.

he agonizingly forced himself inside and groaned when he finally bottomed out, feeling how your velvety walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. you began to cry from how bad the stretching burned. despite your wetness, his length and girth made it painful, and on top of all that, he didn’t wait a second for you to adjust, immediately pounding into you.

“please, stop,” you whispered. but it had already been done. he had taken your virginity, robbed you of your innocence. no one would ever want you now, if they knew of all the dirty things quaritch had done to you.

he felt as if all the stamina he’d built all these years had been undone as soon as he felt how tight your cunt was.

“you feel that, princess?” he moaned into your ear pressing on the bulge in your stomach “do you feel how good i’m makin’ you feel? yeah that’s right. that cunt of yours belongs to me now. ain’t no na’vi gon’ make ya feel that way,” you continued to struggle, you kept pushing him in a deseprate attempt to get him off of you. “fuck! yeah do that again.. do just that,” he said as you accidentally tightened your walls around him he groaned again, and you felt his cock twitch. “i’m close, dolly. yeah, jus keep squeezin’ me. just like that. fuckkkk, yeah,” he groaned and your eyes widened when you realized what he said.

“no, please, please don’t do it inside, please no” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i can’t, please, miles, i can’t get pregnant, please, don’t,” you whisper-begged.

“what if i want to impregnate you? huh? fill you up with my seed, the way your body would change because of me? be my kids mother?” he teasingly asked, smirking.

“no, please,” you begged. you looked at him with wide eyes, praying to eywa that he would have mercy. “please, please, please...”

he sighed, your begging started to annoy him. if he really wanted to finish inside of you, then he will, and you were going to take it, cause there’s nothing you could do about it. he suddenly pulled out of you with a wet pop. he got up and stood on the ground. “on your knees,” you obeyed like a good puppy, thanking eywa that he’d decided not to cum inside you. “open your mouth,” he ordered and you opened your mouth.

he shoved his entire length down your throat in a single thrust, making you gag and choke. he thrusted into your mouth a couple more times before he shoved his cock down one last time, groaning loudly. ropes of thick, hot cum shot down your throat, forcing you to gag “swallow. don’t waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he said as his dick stayed rock hard inside your mouth

you tried to be good and swallow, but it was too much. his cum tasted salty and disgustingly warm, and before you caught yourself, you spat out a mouthful. the substance dripped onto your tits and belly. you quickly covered your mouth, horrified. slowly, you turned to look up at him, but before your eyes could meet his you were being pulled closer to him until you were just inches from him.

“what did i just say? huh?” he barked in your face. “can’t even follow simple instructions. such a disgusting stupid slut.”

“i’m sorry - i - i didn’t mean to. i swear,” you whimpered. he pushed you back onto the ground and you landed on your back with a thud, the rough ground underneath you hurting your sensetive queue

“in that case,” he said stroking his dick “if you have trouble keeping my cum down in your throat,” he looked at you “i’ll just fuck it into your pussy,” he smiled a very sick smile

“no please don-”

before you could finish, he forced himself inside you again. you screamed, your cunt now extremely sensitive, not fully recovered from last time.

your eyes widened as his hands gripped your neck, his hand went down to your belly scooping the sticky liquid with his fingers “open your mouth,” he said and you, once again, obeyed, he shoved his fingers inside your mouth and hummed as your tongue licked up the substance.

his hand snaked between your legs and began toying with your clit, you gasped as he rolled the bundle of nevres between his fingers, pinching it, and rubbing tight circles with his thum on it. no one had ever touched you like this. mot even yourself. when he noticed the way your body reacted, he accelerated his motions, pounding his cock into you harder and faster, the tip of his dick kissing at your cervix making your back arch. you desperately tried to hold back all the noises, but still he forced a moan out of you. his chest swelled with pride. it really stroked his ego to know that even an alien - a pretty one - he forced to have sex with him couldn’t help but be pleasured by him. although by this point, could you even deny that some deep, twisted part of you liked this? liked being pinned down, forced to take him as he did whatever he wanted to you, as he treated you like a toy? you were desperatley waiting for him to touch you everywhere.

you moaned again when his tip hit that oh so sweet spot inside you, a pained whimper followed after as he kept abusing that spot.

“look at you, moaning like a slut all for me, hard to believe that just moments ago you were beggin’ me to leave you, alone,” he tsked. you let out a half moan, half sob. the palm of his hand landed directly on your face “quiet, slut.” he hissed. you shook your head, crying silently. “how would your future mate react if he knew what you were doing right now? his lovely, well bhaved mate moaning like a slut all because of a sky demon?”

he repositioned himself, now thrusting at a different angle, rapidly hitting that spot inside you that made you feel something you’ve never felt before. he enjoyed watching your face twist in confusion and pleasure “what if your parents heard you and came all the way here? huh? theyre gonna find their sweet, innocent little girl all spread eagle on the ground, taking my cock like a good little whore,” you sobbed in fear of that scenario. he nibbled at your ear, making you squeal. he slapped you again. “shut the fuck up, slut.”

his eyes landed on your tits and he let out a loud groan at the sight of your boobs bouncing slightly with every thrust he made. He grabbed at them, kneading them roughly in his large hands. you clenched around him even tighter in discomfort, but that only made it more pleasurable for him. he reached down again, rubbing at your clit and increased his pace. you gritted your teeth, trying to hold back this strange, unfamiliar feeling, but he stubbornly kept going. you climaxed with a loud moan, your entire body shaking as surges of pleasure and guilt rocked through you. quaritch’s face came closer to your boobs, he sucked hard on your nipple while pinching your other nipple, you slapped your hands against your mouth muffling your cries. you suddenly tightened your walls around him, legs wrapped around his torso as his pelvis slapped over your very oversensitive clit with every thrust.

he groaned “fuck yeah, keep squeezing me like that and you’re goin’ to make me cum. i’ll shoot it nice and deep inside you, and you’re going to take it all this time, right doll?”

you nodded, not even fully listening to what you just agreed to. you didn’t even care anymore, too with the pleasure that coated your brain, even if you told him not to, he’d just do it. thrusting as deep as he possibly could, he stilled, his eyes shut and mouth wide open as he threw his head back and released “fuck,” he groaned, his breath hitching, you could literally feel his cock pump load after load of hot cum, right against your cervix, he threw his head back as he sank in the euphoric ocean his climax provided.

part of you didn’t want to believe that someone like quaritch would do something so violating. but part of you was also happy, you’ve always dremt about having kids of your own. you closed your eyes as you felt his hand reach for your queue, conecting your queue with him. the very thrill of cumming inside you was enough to prolong his orgasm, his cock throbbing and releasing again and again.

it felt so satisfying to ruin you, to force you to orgasm for the first time. it was a horrible, guilty memory that would forever haunt you, reminding you of who was really your first whenever you had any intimate moment with someone you truly loved.

when he was finally done, he pulled halfway out, and you felt his cum began to leak down your ass. but he was quick to push it all back in, thrusting hard a couple more times, as if to fuck his seed as deep into you as possible. when he was satisfied, he tucked himself back into his pants, and walked away from you, leaving you laying lifeless on the ground as you’re drained of your pure soul.

you were being consumed alive, the scene keeps replaying in your mind, his odor ligering all over your body.

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[boldlyvoid]

Poison Me

18+ Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Having sex at parties is their thing, even if they're not dressed as themselves

Warnings: public sex, bathroom sex, daddy kink, blow jobs, rough sex, spanking, unprotected p in v sex, slight aftercare

Word Count: 1.9k

She finally wanders up to him after at least an hour apart, talking to their two separate friend groups at the same party. Their costumes didn’t match, she was poison ivy and he was Aragorn… it worked, she kinda looked like an elf without the ears, he just looked like himself with a sword. 

She was having fun with her friends by the fire in Harrington's backyard, drunk and a little high now, but she missed her man. She walks through the house, looking in each room for him, finding him in the living room. She slips into his lap and clings to him. She kisses the side of his neck, mumbling something he can’t quite hear over the music. 

His hand trails up her fishnet stocking-covered legs, on his way to cup her ass. His fingers slipped under her skintight shorts, bare fingers touching her cold butt cheeks, he knew this was her costume idea for months, he didn’t object knowing she was just going to be in booty shorts and a corset and then covered in fake ivy. She looks so hot, so he gets a little hard when she sits in his lap, without many layers between them.

She just sits there for a while, letting him rub all over her legs and under her shorts. He was so handsy when he was high, holding a joint in his free hand, they shotgunned smoke back and forth. He kept talking to his friends the whole time, they didn’t care, they were used to it at this point. 

“Can we go fuck somewhere?” She whispers in his ear between nibbles, “please?” 

He smirks like the devil, looking at the guys who all know what’s going on as he stands up with her still in his lap, helping her to her feet and making sure her ass was covered again, “I’ll be back, I gotta go get laid.” 

“Have fun,” Gareth rolls his eyes and smacks Eddie’s ass when he passes by. “Name it Gareth if you forget to pull out!!” He calls after them, making most partygoers turn to them with knowing smirks. 

They fucked at most parties, and have been doing so since Jr. year, not scared in the slightest of being caught anymore— not since they did it in the pool at Harringtons in front of everyone over summer break after they graduated. Too horny to be scared when Eddie slipped her bottoms to the side and took her without anyone giving a fuck. (Eddie likes to joke and say only he gave a fuck that day, and it was the best fuck of Y/N’s life.)

Tonight she hauls him off to the bathroom and pushes him against the door the second it’s closed, she locks it once she gets to her knees in front of him and then moves her attention to his belt. “You look so hot when you’re just talking…” 

He laughs, leaning back against the door and letting her have her way with him, “I’m sure you were lookin’ pretty doin’ whatever you were doin’.”

“Thanks, daddy,” she gives him one last smile before she pulls his pants down and takes his cock out of his boxers. She pumps his cock to total hardness in her left hand, slowly seeing as he’s had a bit to drink tonight, but she doesn’t mind. She kisses the vein on the underside of his dick, then his balls, where she fondles and sucks on them for longer than expected.

He just sounds so good when she touches him like this, his moans are cute she smiles through some of her kisses before dragging her tongue up along the vein of his cock. Flicking her tongue against the head, he whines, “babe…” 

“Hm?” She looks at him all innocently. “You normally beg me for blowy’s?”

“Yeah, well,” he cups her face with his big calloused hand.  “I’ve been thinking about being inside of you since you sat on my lap, love… I think you poisoned me,” he’s honest, she knows because his cock twitches in her hand. 

“It’s a love potion,” she teases, stealing one last kiss to the head of his cock.

He helps her back up to her feet and backs her up against the sink where she takes initiative and takes a seat on the counter with her legs spread apart. His hands trail up her legs, he takes in a deep breath and releases it in the sound of a groan, “fuck… you’re so hot like this.” 

She nods, knowing because he tells her all the time. She pulls her knees up to her chest so he can pull her shorts off and drop them to the floor. “I’m gonna rip these,” he announces, playing with the seam of her nylons, he puts his finger in one of the fishnet holes and stretches it open enough to fit his cock through. Without completely ruining them, he moves her thong to the side and drags his index finger over her clit. 

She tosses her head back, both hands gripping the countertop like her ice depends on it when two of his fingers plunge into her. “Oh, fuck,” she moans a little too loud. 

Attaching his lips to her neck again, he sucks on her pulse point while fucking her on his fingers. It’s hard and quick, covering the palm of his hand with her slick as his thumb rubs her clit. She’s such a whore for his hands, she would stay like this for hours, days, years even. 

“Please, please, please?” She starts to beg, for what, he doesn’t know. 

“Words, princess,” he teases against her skin, covering her in love bites. 

“Wanna cum,” she whispers, breathy and so close. “Fuck me, please?” 

“Okay,” he pulls out, using her words against her. She wasn’t clear enough, how did she want him to fuck her? When did she want to cum? “You’re gotta be more clear, baby.” He teases, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his palm up to his fingers. He sucks them into his mouth with a groan. His cock twitches between them, jumping with excitement. 

She whines again, “please?” 

“Hold on,” he spreads the excess wetness over his cock, stroking himself twice while biting his tongue. It felt so fucking good but he knew her tight cunt was better. 

He slips in slowly and her grip changes, letting go of the counter, she wraps her legs around him and grips his back with her fingernails dug into the skin. “Better?” He whispers into her ear. 

She whimpers when he doesn’t move, feeling so full, “fuck me, please? Fuck me so hard, I need you, Eds.” 

He hums, kissing her cheek before looking into her eyes, all watery and blown out, her mascara started to run. He tilts his head to the side, “how hard?” 

“Hard,” she looks him dead in the face. 

He slips out, pulls her off the counter and turns her around so her chest is against the cold countertop and her ass out. He takes her ass cheeks in his hands and spreads her apart, amazed at how her pussy clenched in anticipation. “Please,” she whined, almost stomping her feet with desperation. 

He slams into her without warning, making her gasp loud enough to be heard over the music that filled Harrington's house. He pulls out a bit and slams back into her again and again and again until the noises she’s making are complete nonsense. She whines and moans and digs her face into the countertop while pushing back against Eddie. He slaps her ass a few times, making the sound reverberate around the porcelain bathroom like an echo. 

He needs more friction, so his thrusts get less powerful and more rhythmic, he uses her like a toy bouncing her on his cock like a rag doll. She felt like her main purpose in life was to be fucked by him, it felt so good, it felt incredibly right, she loved every fucking second of it. 

He slams into her cervix over and over again, the head of his cock kissing the puckered skin again and again. Her hungry cunt sucks him in so deep, never wanting him to leave, and he can tell she’s close just from the way she clamps around him like a vice. He reached around to her stomach and drags his hand down her mound to rub her clit with his middle finger. The rhythm barely matches, but she loves the way it feels. It’s unpredictable, it’s all under his control, she just sits there and takes it like the good girl he’s raised her to be. 

“Cum for me baby,” he insists, “I wanna feel it. I want you to cover my cock in your cum before I fill you up to the fucking brim.” 

Too fucked out to really respond she reaches one hand behind her back so he’ll hold it. He intertwines their fingers and leans forward to kiss her shoulder as his hips snap against hers with force. She starts to shake, her legs barely able to keep her up as her orgasm hits her and rattles through her body. He feels the spasm from the inside, her cunt flutters as she releases all the built-up tension in her body, it’s so good. She’s so fucking tight he’s barely able to register his own orgasm approaching when he topples over her on the counter, fucks into her as deep as he can go and stills. She can feel rope after rope of his cum pump into her, they can hear the dribbles on the floor between them as it overflows and drips out. He hasn’t cum that much in her since the first time. 

He kisses her shoulder and the side of her neck, “you did so good, baby.” 

“Thank you,” she sighs, so tired now that they’re done. 

Her legs are wobbly, and she can barely stand on her own when he pulls out… and it’s a mess when he does. He helps her to the toilet, she pees while he cleans up the dribble on the floor and then helps her back into her shorts as if nothing happened. 

“Can you see the rip?” She asks, trying to see her own ass in the bathroom mirror, but it looks fine. 

He shakes his head, “nope, I kept it pretty unnoticeable…” 

She lets out a deep breath as she fiddles with her hair, she leans in to see her face better to fix her mascara, all while he watches. “You look beautiful.” 

She smiles at him through the mirror, “thanks.” 

He wraps his arms around her, resting his chin in the crook of her neck, swaying back and forth with a smile as they looked at each other in the mirror. “I love you,” she reminds him. 

“Mhm, you better,” he teases, smacking her ass as he pulls away. “Home or back to the party?” 

“Let’s go home,” she agrees, taking his hand and leading him out of the bathroom. They didn’t even bother to make it look like they weren’t just in there fucking as the lineup to use it watches them leave. 

Eddie gets high fives from the boys, and she gets dirty looks from everyone else but she doesn’t care, she just gives them the finger and follows her man out to his van. It was too much fun being fucked by him to give a fuck about anyone else. 

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[musicaldamage]

So having watched the vbw Falco musical recently. Rock Me Amadeus. I have Thoughts™

[ID: the mostly empty Ronacher theatre's auditorium seen from the 2nd floor on the right side. the stage is hidden behind a sort-of wall barrier curtain thing made of squares, some of which are reflective. the "Rock Me Amadeus" logo and an image of Moritz Mausser in character as Falco are projected onto it. Surrounding the stage there are a number of variously-shaped angular mirrors lined with glowing light. (additionally there's my partner's hand forming the peace sign on the right side of the image)]

side note I am irrationally annoyed that the squares of the logo don't line up with the squares of the curtain thing WHAT are they doing

Spoilers and further opinions under the cut

- The cast is stellar. Moritz Mausser is absolutely 100% brilliant, Katharina Gorgi's voice is beautiful, and Alex Melcher is there so that's in some ways already enough for me personally really. though he only really shows up in the 2nd act which is a bit sad. to me

but his presence is good bc. well. a lot of the things I generally value in a musical are kinda meh in this one tbh

- the music is fine! it's mainly Falco songs obviously, which I've been mostly neutral about so far but there definitely are some bangers, and, well, Moritz and Alex singing them sure is a point in favour. the additional songs written specifically for the musical are... I don't think they're bad, mostly, but they have a completely different vibe that doesn't really fit in with the rest. and. actually, some of them are bad. in my opinion. extremely cheesy. what's that doing there. one of them is hella catchy but the chorus lyrics sound like it's for kindergarden, two are just incredibly generic and boring and did I mention cheesy?

- Starting out with calling the day of Falco's death "the day the music died" sure is a claim. nothing to do with whoever is in charge at the vbw being weirdly patriotic (stares at the general Austria(ns) theme of quite a number of vbw musicals)

- Similarly his first sentence "In Wien musst erst sterben, bevor sie dich hochleben lassen" ("In Vienna you gotta die before they celebrate you") which sounds nice and dramatic and all but. come on. dude was #1 in international charts very much during his lifetime. they talk about this in the musical itself. he complains on stage about how the fame and stuff bothers him. where's the dying first part huh Hansi.

- Alex. listen I am stupidly into that guy's whole vibe. his everything. his voice is my favourite kind of male voice and his hair in combination with his entire profile and the lineof his stupid neck make me feel some kind of way. I wanna grab that hair and pull his head back like that one Sandman scene you know the one.

This one. also his tattoos and his absolutely deranged energy and willingness to just go off and do insane things rolling around on the floor. and then suddenly look like an innocent child in awe at seeing snow for the first time of his life. this tangent of Alex Melcher stanning has gone on long enough we'll return to our regularly scheduled musical discussion now

- They're simultaneously trying to make Falco a sympathetic figure while also showing him behaving like a dick. it seems to work bc the audience laughs and gets Emotional but. idk maybe it's me but the "I behave like an egoistic dick to everyone around me including my wife but it's ok bc I'm Misunderstood and actually very Deep and Emotional and I love my wife and need her to keep me sane and also I'm marionetted against my will by my Dark Impulses" shtick is sort of... you can't have him throw his wife to the ground and give zero fucks about her and then half an hour later at his funeral or wake or idk play a quote of him saying "I never hurt anyone other than myself" and have someone else call him empathic and sensitive and expect me to take that seriously and... look maybe I'd like it better if the jokes weren't so incredibly lame

- Female roles?? what's that. there's two (2) that get a name on the cast list (his wife and his mum). one (1) of them gets addressed by name on stage (Isabella, the Wife. his mum is Maria but only if you look at the cast list or the programme). Isabella's role is Sexy Lady turned Caring Wife and Mother who finally Leaves. the mum's role is Nagging Mum (in law) and Comic Relief. there's a second girlfriend (wife? secretary? idek) who apoears in one scene and gets called a name (Caroline) which I only caught bc I was looking at the surtitles. no one gets a personality not even the male characters really no one matters (I mean yes ok it's Falco's Story but ffs let Katharina DO something with her voice maybe)

- have I mentioned the awful dialogue and cheap jokes yet? "the best aspect of the American flag are the red-white-red stripes". terrible flirting with "ladies in uniform" who are trying to do their job when faced with an entitled asshole but of course it's portrayed as hilarious.

- ok so back to Alex Melcher but his role is the most fun part of the thing. he's Falco's "Alter Ego" aka his, idk, hedonistic impulses and desire for fame and admiration and whatnot personified? there's a huge head on stage with a brain and all in it to make sure the audience understands that he is Inside Falco's Head and in case that's not clear enough yet he also verbatim declares that "I'm inside your head" so yeah subtlety is not required in this play. he and Falco/Hans are being incredibly homoerotic the entire time and I am personally offended that they're not kissing, but I'll take Alter Ego pretending to lick Hans's throat and clinging to him like a limpet. I would love to write fanfiction about them actually but I haven't figured out how to do that well when both parties are the same person/one is a personified fragment of the other's mind and not physically present. pity.

- idk I'd just. I'd have done it differently? again it's just. so unsubtle. why does Alter Ego just hover menacingly above the stage in a glass box once or twice during the first act, why didn't they idk put him in as part of the white-clad ensemble and make him stick out more and more instead of the Hovering and then the 5 minutes "I am you and you are me" song at the start of the 2nd act. Have him talk to people while Hans takes a step back to show it's his Dark Side™ taking over idk. I'm sure there'd also be ways to make Hans more actually sympathetic and less of an arse (fewer dumb jokes might help, or giving other characters more of a personality maybe) but yeah idk

- idk there's just. not much of a story? it's a Falco tribute show with some life moments thrown in. there's a Falco song, there's a crisis bc he's out of ideas, now he's taking drugs, now he's happy, now there's a new album without any clue where he got the ideas (was it the drugs?) now there's sth about his wife now his friend is reprising the basic as fuck Live Your Dream song yet again. then it's over and he dies in a car crash and it's all presented like it's all some incredibly deep and moving story but it's just Not That Deep

- I do like the Writer's Block song they put in, don't we all know that feeling

- I'm not sure it's a good idea to use Jeannie of all songs as a recurring motif the way they're doing? "quit living on dreams, life is not what it seems" "lonely little girl boy in a cold cold world" blah blah all nice and well but Do We Remember What This Song Is About. I mean it's a good song I'm not contesting that I like it! (if someone wants to come at me for "endorsing" anything just bc I like the song... just don't) But yeah no matter how good it is I don't think it's very uhhh fitting. Though in retrospect maybe it's meant to portray him as like... Someone At The Mercy Of Sth Evil And/Or More Powerful Than He Is. Fucking over his own life powerless to stop it or sth idk idk

- Generally I think they rely way too much on the use of background projection screens idk it seems lazy. it's fine in some scenes it can work really well but it gets too much and kinda cheesy

End of the random unorganised RMA thoughts yay! It was fun to watch. I know I mostly complain a lot here but it's definitely fun! It's just that a large part of the fun for me was despairing about how bad I found it and waiting for more homoeroticism and also for Alex Melcher to... do the things he's doing

Edit: ALSO I'm not sure if uhhh low-to-mid-key insulting (iirc) two of the three not-Austrian countries he goes to is. Necessary?

[lizardrosen]

Hamlet Liveblog 2011, Act 3, Scene 2

In which I share the best parts of my notebook where I went through the whole text of Hamlet, line by line

3.2.1-2 "as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue" - dance with the words and make them your own

3.2.4-6 for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Hamlet wants to be subtle so he tells the Players to do the same (but his plan fails at the subtlety thing, whoops!)

3.2.9-10 "to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise" - here, Shakespeare makes fun of bad actors current Will: I mean in this exact line he's making fun of the audience members, but yes, hamlet spends most of the beginning of this scene making fun of bad actors, that's the literal point. silly past me

3.2.43-64 AKA HAMLET/HORATIO!!! lol, gotta love my enthusiasm here 💚

3.2.43 "Here, sweet lord, at your service" - affection and respect and submission

3.2.49 "Why should the poor be flattered?" - sounds like an insult, but he means it to show that he's sincere - Horatio and his family honor! current Will: honestly, rereading this whole little speech with "that no revenue hast but thy good spirits," and "let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp" Hamlet just seems really rude to everyone and it's so funny that i took this as totally sincere and nice. also i have no clue why i wrote about Horatio's family honor - did i have him briefly confused with Laertes??

3.2.53 "Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice" - SO MUCH SUBTEXT; he couldn't choose to keep his father alive but he could choose in this, and it is Horatio he chose

3.2.62-64 "and I will wear him in my heart's core, ay in my heart of heart, as I do thee" - COULD IT BE ANY MORE CANON?!

3.2.78-9 "If a steal aught the whilst this play is playing, and scape detecting, I will pay the theft" nooo! Horatio, you don't have to take on everyone's burden for yourself! Though that's what he's always done; by the end of it all he's the only one who doesn't pay - with his life, at least, but what he ended up with may be the worst deal, because he can't not-be current Will: it's good to see that i've always had that thought about this line and how he ends up paying for it

3.2.82-120 Hamlet's a punny guy, but cruel

3.2.93 "It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there" - play on Brutus and Capitol; but also a calf is an innocent creature that gets sacrificed, like Polonius treats Ophelia, or Polonius himself ending up dead because of Hamlet

3.2.103-105 country matters=cunt, nothing=vagina, Hamlet=DICK current Will: i'm the funniest person in the world, omg

3.2.125-7 OPHELIA: Will he tell us what this show meant? HAMLET: Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. so Stoppard wasn't just making it up! [the Players exhibitionism]

3.2.134-5 "Tis brief my lord" "As woman's love" - She's still trying to hang onto him and correct his behavior, but he just keeps mocking her. Methinks his love is far briefer than hers. Or he's really hurt by her returning the favors. Or he's really talking about Gertrude. Or he's only pretending to be cruel to fit in with perception of him as mad. current Will: these were some really interesting thoughts, but I think now that there's no such thing as "pretending" to be cruel. If you're hurting someone it doesn't matter if you actually mean the things you're saying because they're not in on the joke, so you just are cruel.

3.2.165-6 "A second time I kill my husband dead / When second husband kisses me in bed" - Hamlet says pretty much the same thing in the closet scene

3.2.261-4 Hamlet asks twice if Horatio saw Claudius's guilt and he responds very calmly and patiently

3.2.269-70 "vouchsafe me a word with you" - Guil wants assurance of something, even if it's not his purpose or identity "Sir, a whole history." - Hamlet is so happy his plan worked that he's not even angry at Guil anymore and now they can be friends 3.2.279 "put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildly from my affair" - Guildenstern just wants a frame of reference :( current Will: clearly I was pulling from the tom stoppard characterization of Guil groping for meaning in the dark (and a lot of the notes coming up are just line notes for my ideal staging) but I think it's very interesting that I thought Hamlet was being friendly, because I usually see him play it absolutely disrespectfully

3.2.293-95 "Therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you say" When he was talking to Guil he had friendly banter, but now he's all business - he knows the best way to hurt each of them "Then thus she says" - Rosencrantz hesitates a bit before he answers because he doesn't understand Hamlet's brusqueness

3.2.303 "My lord, you once did love me" - R is so sad in this scene! He pauses after the first few words in case Hamlet wants to fill the silence, then stumbles forward. Emphasis on "once" like he's waiting for a present tense, and then the end is almost a question

3.2.304 "So I do still, by these pickers and stealers" - maybe grabs his hands and clasps them in a cruel parody of friendship, or kisses him hard and cruel and carnal current Will: wow, I was just determined to give Rosencrantz the worst time, wasn't I? this is tragic and I was correct

3.2.306-7 "You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friends" Ros remembers what he said about Denmark being a prison and thinks he's helping. Also, he's coming around to Hamlet's point of view because this trip has been awful

3.2.327-8 "But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I have not the skill" - Hamlet should have asked Rosencrantz because he would either know already, or figure it out intuitively

3.2.330 "you would pluck out the heart of my mystery" - he is a mystery to them and has a heart of parts current Will: i really wish I knew what i meant by that last phrase but it sounds cool and poetic!

3.2.339-344 camel - carries burdens for other people; weasel - duplicity and spying and lying; backed - supported or just partially weasel-like (somewhat sincere in whatever they're pretending to be); whale - big and blundering and in the ocean, but not on a boat, so it's free to go where it pleases :)

3.2.351 "Now could I drink hot blood" - Okay, Hamlet, slow down! Bloody revenge is one thing and reveling in it is quite another

3.2.354-5 "Let not ever the soul of Nero enter this firm bosom" he doesn't actually want to kill his mother, but doesn't want her to know this yet

[aromaticus]

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Jeno Nakajima Reason or meaning of name: Was trying to spell the name Jenos from Black Cat and forgot the S, it just stuck. As for the last name, it’s the last name of Jeno’s adoptive father in the Bleach RP fandom, Ryuuichi Nakajima. Character’s nickname: That fucking asshole Reason for nickname: What a fucking asshole. Birth date: June 21st

Physical appearance

Age: 5,928 How old does he/she appear: 16 Weight: 150 lbs Height: 5'8" Body build: Lean but mean is a good term for what he looks like. Shape of face: Meme shaped. Eye color: Silver Glasses or contacts: None. Skin tone: Peach Distinguishing marks: His silver eyes Predominant features: HIS BIG DICK- Hair color: Black Type of hair: L’oreal Hairstyle: Wild and unkempt. Usually kept at roughly ear-length. Voice: Takahiro Sakurai (Japanese) | Robbie Daymond (English) Overall attractiveness: Physically he’s a 9/10 and personality wise he’s a 15/10. Modesty? Never heard of her! Physical disabilities: none Usual fashion of dress: He likes his suits. Be they black or blue. Favorite outfit: Suit n’ tie my boy. Jewelry or accessories: A cross necklace that he wears at all times.

Personality

Good personality traits: Compassionate, charismatic, courageous, friendly to children, determined, impossible to be manipulated, lives by his own rules, dependable Bad personality traits: Perverted, sarcastic, rude, indifferent to death Mood character is most often in: Sarcastic, eccentric, charismatic Sense of humor: Dark, perverted, eccentric, cheesy Character’s greatest joy in life: BOOBS n’ BUTTS! Character’s greatest fear: Attachment Why? He doesn’t want to get attached to anyone in fear of losing them. So he keeps his distance and acts like an aloof ally at all times. Even during his relationships, it’s strictly physical and never emotional. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? His favorite TV show being cancelled. Character is most at ease when: He at the strip club. Most ill at ease when: Children in his general vicinity are in danger. Enraged when: Children and other innocents get hurt in his line of sight. Depressed or sad when: When he’s drinking and remembering the past. Priorities: Living his undead life to the fullest, making sure people don’t make the same mistakes that he did. Life philosophy: “You gotta live by your own rules, no matter what.” If granted one wish, it would be: To obtain a harem. Why? Why not? Character’s soft spot: Children, the rare friend that he’s made.  Is this soft spot obvious to others? He doesn’t try to hide it, so yes. Greatest strength: His determination to protect those he cares about. Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His perverted nature. Biggest regret: Not taking a girl’s offer to spank her seriously and missing out on the opportunity as a result. Minor regret:  Not ordering a grand slam at Denny’s the last time he was there. Biggest accomplishment: Buying Disney. Minor accomplishment: Successfully surprising his maid Fubuki on her birthday. Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Nope. Why? N/A Character’s darkest secret: He’s got a body pillow of himself. Does anyone else know? No one does and he’ll keep it that way even if he has to crack a few skulls open.

Goals

Drives and motivations: To live in the moment the best he can. Immediate goals: Get an ice cream sundae.  Long term goals: Get that damn harem. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: He’s making this shit up as he goes. How other characters will be affected: For better or worse, he’ll be changing their lives with his presence. 

Past

Hometown: Unknown Type of childhood: Warm and loving. Pets: A dog. First memory: His mother’s smiling face. Most important childhood memory: When his dad took him hiking. Why: It was the first time his father laughed at one of his jokes. Childhood hero: His mother. Dream job: Merchant. Education: N/A Religion: A religion that has long since been lost to time. Finances: His family was very poor.

Present

Current location: A mansion located in Nebraska. Currently living with: All his maids and butlers, including Fubuki. Pets: None. Religion: He believes in God, but no religion. Occupation: CEO of a few dozen companies, professional pervert, Reaper. Finances: Rich as hell. Probably the richest man in the world.

Family

Mother: Koyuki Nakajima Relationship with her: He loved her with all his heart and she loved him. She’s currently deceased. Father: Ryuuichi Nakajima. Relationship with him: A bit of tough love, but functional nonetheless. He’s currently deceased. Siblings: Ritsu Nakajima Relationship with them: His younger sister. He doted on her all the time. She's currently deceased. Spouse: N/A Relationship with him/her: N/A Children: N/A Relationship with them: N/A Other important family members: Melanie Sinclair (Adoptive Niece)

Favorites

Color: Black, red and blue. Least favorite color: Magenta. Music: Rock, EDM, Hip Hop, Classical Food: Spicy foods Literature: Manga, mystery, thriller, horror Form of entertainment: Drinking, strip clubs, anime Expressions: Finger guns Mode of transportation: Teleportation, flying. Most prized possession: The cross necklace that he wears.

Habits

Plays a musical instrument? Piano, guitar, drums, bass Plays a sport? Basketball How he/she would spend a rainy day: Punch the clouds away. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Spending habits: He only spends his money on the most extravagant of fast food and cheap booze. Smokes: All the time. Drinks: Rum, Gin, Sake Other drugs: N/A What does he/she do too much of? Everything. What does he/she do too little of? Grow attached to people in a healthy way. Extremely skilled at: Seeing through facades with a glance, picking up on physical tics and emotional cues. Extremely unskilled at: Being tactful. Nervous tics: Scratching the back of his head. Usual body posture: Relaxed, hands in his pockets. Mannerisms: Pacing, leaning forward to get a better look at people, rubbing his chin, clasping his hands behind his back. Peculiarities: His entire existence, really.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Both. He uses whichever mindset suits the situation best. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? Yes and they adore him.

Self-perception

How he feels about himself: He is THE HYPE and he doesn’t care if other people don’t agree with him. All that matters is that he sees himself as awesome. One word the character would use to describe self: Fantastic. One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “Too lazy to write a paragraph. Let’s just say Jeno is the shit.” What does the character consider his best personality trait? His charisma. What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? His lack of sympathy when it comes to someone’s death. He sometimes hates how desensitized to death he’s become thanks to his line of work. What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? HIS BIG DICK- What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? The fact that his skin is cold to the touch and he has no pulse. How does the character think others perceive him: He doesn’t care? What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Maybe make his skin not as cold. It can really take people by surprise. 

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: Indomitable. That’s what humans are. Indomitable. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Rarely. Person character most hates: No one at the moment. He’s pretty neutral toward even the big bad villains out there since a lot of them haven’t personally offended him by performing villainous acts within his line of sight. Though the demon that killed him and his family can go suck a dick. Best friend(s): He has none. Love interest(s): None at the moment. Person character goes to for advice: Fubuki, his maid. Sariel, the Archangel. Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: All children and other young folk that he wants to prevent from making the same mistakes as him. Person character feels shy or awkward around: The words shy and awkward don’t exist in Jeno’s vocabulary. Person character openly admires: Mr. Rogers. Person character secretly admires: Fubuki, for putting up with him and his antics. Most important person in character’s life before story starts: His family. After story starts: Himself and those who fall under his protection.

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hiii 10 12 19 21 26 31 43 44 47 oh dear i hope im remembering the right ones have fun <3

hiiii thank you🫶

10 - would you slaughter the rich?

without hesitation

12 - what kind of day is it?

you know when days don’t feel real? not in a particularly good or bad way. yeah I’m having one of those.

19 - imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

yes of course. will they look good? absolutely not but I can paint them yassss green from the sally hansen pride collection

21 - something you’ve kept since childhood?

I’ve kept a fuck ton of things from childhood because I have a um. really hard time getting rid of things. I’ve gotta work through that but I love had the same wooden frog displayed in my room for as long as I can remember. my hello kitty alarm clock too. my mom has every art project I’ve ever done still. I have teddy the teddy bear of course. and my baby blankets I still sleep with. lots more things I can’t remember but trust me there are Lots

26 - a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

I’m not really sure what this question is asking so I’m just gonna talk about a recent regret. I literally can’t stop thinking about the estate sale I went to recently and I saw one of those singing fish wall hanging things. okay it didn’t sing but it was a hanging fish on a plaque. and I’ve been wanting a singing one for years and it was only $2 but I didn’t pick it up and I was like “I’ll get it on the way out” but on the way out it was GONE very sad

31 - what type of music keeps you grounded?

there’s really no specific type of music but generally I think it’s just. songs that remind me so much of a specific moment in my life. like hey mickey by baby tate reminds me so much of reading the secret history in the science building and moneytalks reminds me of sophomore year ap european history class and house of memories by panic reminds me of sitting on my bedroom floor and talking with one of my oldest and best friends and fire in the twilight reminds me of driving back from my choir trip. yeah idk

43 - what’s your take on spicy foods?

I mean. I’m white. like very white (is a quarter mexican). and I really don’t like spicy food. I can’t stand much spice to begin with but even little takes away from the food for  me

44 - you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

my roommate I know you’re not supposed to say this but when I blew out my birthday candles I wished she would die

47 - what was the last message you sent?

“$25” to my mom :)

cactus - something you’re currently learning (about)?

I wouldn’t say I’m learning About anything right now I think I’m mostly just learning how to be a person

chia - what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

my mom sister and I have had a running joke for like. man it’s gotta be ten years at this point. one time we were in a gift shop in some tourist town and there was a sign on a fountain thing that said “do not tough” instead of “do not touch” and now whenever we say tough instead of touch. funny? well, no but it’s been going on for so long we can’t stop it

edelweiss - how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

jo!!!! when I first watched skam cris was my fav character and she really resonated with me then I watched skam austin and i thought jo was hysterical like she’s one of my fav characters ever. weird teenage girls just act like that

camellia - what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

well when I was a really little kid I was stubborn as hell like I quit swim lessons because I didn’t like being told what to do. in mid to late middle school I was a cuuuuunt and not in a fun way. I was just a dick and I loved picking fights with authority figures because I didn’t respect them. and honestly it was deserved they sucked. I had an era in the middle where I was like Very innocent and sweet. and sensitive I have  a lot of memories of crying in public and at school. but all throughout all of that I was such a loser. not in a bad way. I have a whole journal entry about this that I wrote in december but I would say I’ve changed a lot but also not at all. like I look back and I don’t recognize myself but that the same time it’s still Me and I only know how different I am because I know what I’m thinking and the intentions behind what I’m saying and doing and can’t only judge the actions and words itself. it’s complicated. and this isn’t me just making fun of my younger self I love her she is me I am her etc

aloe vera - what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

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BFF’s - Worst Behavior

Summary: You took something that belongs to Rafe but he doesn't want it back.

“Oh, I know where you got it— but I want to hear you say it…”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!!! Best Friends Kink, Daddy Kink, Innocence Kink, possessiveness/jealousy, hair pulling/choking, cursing, dom/sub nature. Slutty 💘

Notes: My bratty baby!!!! Truly an absolute joy to write. She's a wild one and I love her to death! Let me know what you think, loves!!

Song Inspiration:

Drake - Worst Behavior

Jack Harlow & Lil Wayne - Poison

BFF's Masterlist

Rafe Cameron was dripping in sweat.

It was a sweltering hot afternoon on the Figure Eight as the unforgiving Carolina sun beat down on the Island Club Golf Course. 

He’d feigned annoyance when Kelce had mentioned playing a round today— until he pulled that beautiful little bag of white powder out of his pocket— Rafe’s kryptonite. 

His irritation quickly faded with each line Kelce bumped him, their swing significantly improving after each hole. That is, until his phone buzzed eagerly in his pocket, pulling him back from the shitty joke Topper was trying to make as he rolled his eyes and flipped the screen open, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off—

That is…until he saw it. 

It took only once glance down at his phone, once clenched tightly in his large palm, now falling freely from his grasp as his brain short circuited. 

“Holy fuck—” 

He caught the phone in his other hand, his friends' heads whipping around at the outburst. 

“You good, bro?”

Good? Was he good? Or had his entire existence just faded away into nothing? 

You’d replied that you had plans for the day when he texted earlier that morning, pretending to not be annoyed by your short, standoffish answer. 

He didn’t realize your plans included this. 

His soul was breaking into a million pieces as he stared down at the mind bendingly, cataclysmically life altering picture of his best friend as another text quickly came through. 

FUCK! I did NOT mean to send that to you!

A simple misunderstanding melted to rage as Rafe took in your words, reading them only once more before the picture demanded his eyes attention again, making his dick twitch in his pants as he stared down at the girl he’d known his entire life— you. 

His best friend. His perfect, bratty, stubborn best friend— hair braided into attempted innocence, tongue curled up over those plump lips he’d more than once imagined shoving his cock down over the years, your absolutely perfect in literally every way, perky tits were hiked up to near impossible levels, somehow shoved and stuffed into the tiniest bikini Rafe had literally ever seen. 

And if all of that hadn’t already sent him to his near breaking point, it compared little to the complete downward spiral he went into when he registered the necklace dangling from that pretty little neck of yours. 

The necklace. 

What in the actual fuck it was doing dangling from your goddamn neck right now, Rafe hadn’t a clue as another text can’t through. 

I clicked the wrong chat!! 😰

If your first text didn’t sit well with him, the second one blanketed Rafe with that blood boiling, seeing red rage he was much too familiar with. He was seething. 

His jaw clenched down hard, tongue between his teeth so tight he could already taste the blood. 

Even though all he wanted to do was stare down at the picture all goddamn day, he swiped his phone closed, already jogging over to the golf cart, ready to tear down anyone and everything that stood in his way. 

“I’ve gotta go!”

“What the fuck!” He heard Topper yell over him. “We just started!”

Rafe wasn’t paying them any attention as he sped the cart away towards the club house. Once parked, he was out and near sprinting to his truck at this point, passing a group of guys on the way out of the Island Club who looked vaguely familiar, remembering them from somewhere in his long term memory, the mental image of you in that picture fully taking over his short term memory, demanding his full and undivided attention. 

It was a short drive to your house, the route memorized on auto pilot after all of these years. 

The second the truck was in park, he was throwing the door open, marching up to your front steps, his large fists slamming against the front door as loud as he possibly could— still seeing nothing but red. 

It was only seconds later the door was thrown open— revealing you before him. You’d had the decency to throw on a baggy, old Kildare Prep t-shirt but Rafe could still see the pink hues of the micro sized bikini you were sporting under the white fabric that hung loosely over all your curves— noticing with a nasty quirked eyebrow that you didn’t have any pants on. 

Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight of him. 

“Rafe—what’re you doing—”

You let out a squeak when he pushed you both beyond the threshold, hand whipping back to slam the door closed as the other pushed against your abdomen— his one hand covering your entire front side— slamming you back against the wall as a near whimper fell from your lips. 

Growing up with Rafe, you were no stranger to his frequent, earth shattering anger and rage that could take hold of him. You were quite confident, as his eyes blazed down on you like he was ready to rip your head off, that although you’d spent nearly your whole life growing up with this boy— whatever or whoever was standing in front of you right now was unbeknownst to you— this was different. He was different. 

“What am I doing?” His tone was one of disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom how you could even be asking him that right now. “What do you think you are doing, Y/N?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that, no?”

He was fully towering over you now, his head dipping down lower, inching closer to yours. The hand that wasn’t pressed tightly against your waist firmly planted on the wall behind you, allowing him to trap you in his arms. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to send—”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Y/N/N.”

His tone of voice was ice cold, the irritation with you so evident— you couldn’t help it when you felt the butterflies rise within you or the pool that gathered between your legs upon hearing your name. 

“I’m only going to ask you this once…” 

When you felt his chest press against you— so strong and firm you thought you could die— the breath came hollowing out of your lungs so deep Rafe could hear it, wondering what other kinds of sounds he could draw out of his best friend. 

“And don’t even fucking think about lying to me, because I’ll know…”

You involuntarily groan at his words. 

“Oh, I know where you got it— but I want to hear you say it…”

If Rafe wasn’t holding you up against the wall, you’d have surely fallen to the ground at his words, your knees all but threatening to give out as you guessed where this was going, heart racing at the thought. 

He slowly brought his hand up to the collar of your shirt, pulling it down to expose the necklace dangling off your pretty little neck— an image he thought he’d only see in his wildest dreams from the moment he’d bought it— the jeweled letters spelling out his name hitting a few specks of sunlight— casting rainbows across your glowing face. 

“Tell me where you got this fucking necklace, Y/N.”

An actual whimper left your lips this time. The sound spreading the most wicked, sinister grin across Rafe’s face. 

“Nuh uh, I need words. Now…”

Your heart was racing faster than ever before. You knew he knew the truth— and now he was going to make you say it. 

He couldn’t help himself when his hand came up to your neck, dying to touch and feel the necklace against your skin from the moment he saw it. His large hand grasped the entire side of your neck—you couldn’t help your mind from envisioning how it would feel to have them clench down and choke you— when you felt his thumb rub up the front of your throat, making your breath hike, as he sternly guided your chin upwards, demanding his eyes on yours— demanding an answer. 

“Y/N.”

The answer falls from your lips the second your name leaves his mouth. 

“I took it out of your backpack when I was over this weekend.”

And there it was. The truth that Rafe had known since the moment he saw that fucking photo pop up onto his phone screen. The necklace he’d bought (that he never thought would ever even see the light of day) surely wasn’t secured into his bag that he’d last left it in— it was dangling from his best friend's neck like a wet dream. His wet dream. The same one he’d always had for as long as he’d known you…

And although the truth was out, the harder question was yet to be answered, the one Rafe didn’t want to fucking hear but who’s brain demanded to know. 

You saw the muscles in his jaw twitch, only guessing what was coming next, his voice a growl in your ear, laced with accusation as he dipped his head down to your eye level. 

“And what stupid fucking asshole did you think you were going to send that photo to wearing my necklace, hmm?”

“Rafe, it doesn’t even matter—”

“No—” his voice was different this time, almost pleading in anger. “I want to hear you fucking say it.”

“Rafe…”

“Wrong name.” 

His voice sounded almost disgusted with you but his eyes still held the same pleading look. The same look you’d given into so many times throughout your friendship, why should this be any different. 

“Joey Hudson…”

Joey Hudson. Rafe’s mind flashed back to his hauling ass rush of leaving the Island Club only a short time ago, to the group of guys who seemed vaguely familiar as he passed, to Joey fucking Hudson sitting amongst them. 

Rafe walked right past the asshole. 

The lethal laugh that left his lips was anything but pleasant, the sound sending chills down your spine. 

“That fucking touron? You were sending that stupid fuck a picture in my necklace—”

Rafe should’ve known, well—he did know because he knew you. Yet he was too far drowning in his own fit of rage and jealousy to account for your inevitable bratty, resilient attitude. 

“Well I don’t know who your stupid fucking necklace was meant for but it looks better on me anyway.” 

There it was. That stupid, spoiled, infuriating, entitled attitude of yours that had been driving Rafe crazy (and haunting his dirtiest thoughts— often times while his hand was wrapped around his own cock) his entire life. 

He wanted to fucking scream. 

“That’s not possible.” 

His cool dismissal of your cockiness was a low blow you couldn’t ignore, your face twisting pathetically at his words, stubborn and unwilling to let him win as anger coursed through you, even if he did think the necklace would look better on some other bitch’s neck— that’s not the reason you took it. 

You’re spewing now, pulsating with hurt and anger at the thought of him giving this necklace to another girl, one of the many in his repertoire to choose from. 

“It looks better on me than any other stupid bitch you could’ve—”

You choke on your words as he removes his hand from the wall to clasp it down fully over your mouth. 

“That’s not possible because I bought it for you, you fucking brat.”

His hand only stays covering your mouth for a second as your eyes bulge from your head. The only reason you’d taken it from his bag had been due to the fit of jealous that literally consumed you the second you’d discovered it when snooping through his bag, expecting to find coke and instead finding that diamond studded five letter word sitting so pretty in that velvet box. 

Your mind blurs as you feel Rafe shove you into the small first floor bathroom right outside the foyer, hearing the door slam behind the two of you as the light flicks on. 

You’re both standing facing the large mirror, Rafe directly behind you as you catch his gaze in the glass. It’s haunting as he stares down at you, eyes full of something you haven't seen before— or maybe you had…

His hand tugs on the bottom of your t-shirt. 

“Take this off…”

Rafe Camerons tone always aired on the side of that dominating, arrogant, figure eight culture he’d grown up in—while this was no different, you could feel his words pool between your legs again, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. As sassy and infuriating as you absolutely loved to be with him, always pushing his buttons and driving him crazy. Right now… you wanted to obey him. 

You do as you’re told, taking the fabric in your grasp and slowly bringing it above your head, tossing it to the floor as you hear Rafe let out a shaky breath behind you. 

The picture you’d sent him quite literally paled in comparison to the real life image of you before him— complete and utter perfection. 

He was losing himself in the way parts of you fell out of the fabric at all the right places, at how your breasts were threatening to burst from the pathetic seams of the bikini and how your hardened nipples poked through, begging to be touched. 

His brain felt dizzy from seeing you like this, in ways he’d only dreamed of. 

Without thinking, your hand came up to touch the necklace, fingers gently grazing the letters Rafe was begging to hear you call him. 

His next words hit you straight to the gut, causing a wave of emotions you didn’t think remotely possible as his hand comes to push one of your braids over your shoulder to give him a better view. 

“Jesus Christ, I knew this necklace would look so beautiful on you the moment I bought it, baby.” 

Hearing him call you that feels like a dream come true, like a tidal wave crashing over you as you register his admittance of being physically attracted to you...not that you hadn’t already consciously been aware of that on some level. The whimper he hears come out of you only encourages him to go on, not like he could stop his own thoughts if he wanted to at this point. 

“I never dreamed you’d let Daddy see it on you though, Y/N/N…”

You’d heard that nickname of yours come out of his mouth hundreds if not thousands of times in your lifetime, yet hearing if paired with the name glittering from your neck— this time it sinks down deep in your soul, attaching itself to your deepest, darkest want: him. 

“Rafe…please”

Your plea for him was all he needed to hear. 

When Rafe’s lips press down into your shoulder, your eyes fluttered closed, head falling back lazily onto his chest, unable to stop the moan falling out of your mouth as his lips turn into your neck. 

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, only this time they hold a flame that sparks something deep within you, a switch that can be turned off. 

“Y/N…”

You feel his hands squeeze at your sides before feeling them travel up to the back of your neck, his two fingers easily untying the bow ties there as the straps immediately come falling to your sides, your breasts quite literally popping out of the strained fabric with such force you heard Rafe moan behind you, hearing that sound from him nearly orgasmic. 

It’s nothing compared to the look on his face right now though, eyes blown out beyond recognition, looking as if he might actually cry, as he devours every single inch of you. 

His voice is low in your ear once more, holding a dreamlike wonder before going back to his cool edge, refusing to break eye contact through the mirror. 

“Do you have any fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined this, imagined you like this?” 

He was so close to you now that when he grabs your waist and pulls you back, you feel him, how absolutely rock hard he is under his pants and you literally mewl over, the most helpless, whiny pout Rafe has ever seen in his entire fucking life taking over your face as you thrust your ass back at him, almost begging to feel more of him— as Rafe just repeats the same thought on loop—knowing what he’s always known.  

She’s going to be the fucking death of me. 

“God you’re so pretty it actually hurts, baby.”

“Rafe...”

He feels your hands reach back, frantically trying to grasp his t-shirt in your palms and he watches goosebumps rise over your breasts, making your nipples perk up to unbelievable heights as he hears you whine again, his words coyly meant to shush you. 

“Shhhhh… I know, Y/N. I feel it too.”

Your mind blows apart when he confirms it— confirms your sickest, most desperate dreams you’d never thought possible. He feels it too. 

He loves the feeling of you tugging at his shirt so much, confirming you want it just as bad as he does as he finally brings his hands up your side, hands feeling like heaven as he grabs at each of your breasts, watching as he rolls and pinches your nipples between his fingers, absolutely loving watching the way your face contorts wildly, shivers running up and down your body at the feeling.

Rafe feels you tremble slightly in his arms, grin threatening to take over his face as he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly. You were falling apart in his arms and god damn he loved every single second of it— every single moment of being the one to cause you to do so. 

“You like the way that feels, hmm?”

You couldn’t respond if you wanted to, words lodged down deep into your throat where his dick should be.  

But Rafe didn’t need a response, he knew. 

“I’ve known you your whole life, Y/N” as his hands grab at every part of you, blissed out from finally getting to touch you like this after all these years, scared he’s going to wake up and it all won’t be real. 

The thoughts tormenting him of Joey fucking Hudson’s hands touching you instead of his own come piercing through his mind, making his blood boil, venom dripping from his next words. 

“You really think some touron fucking idiot here for the summer knows you better than your best friend? Knows their way around your body better than me?”

You find your voice in that moment, coming out more of a pout than anything, lost in his words, not realizing his hands trailing down lower and lower. 

“You’ve never even touched me like this before…”

“Yeah, and look at how fucking wet you are for me, sweetheart.”

You almost screamed when you felt his fingers brush past the fabric of your bikini bottoms, sliding over your clit, gliding back and forth with such ease due to the actual pool of liquid gathered there like a prized trophy on display for him, wanting nothing more than to show him what he was doing to you. 

“Oh my god, Rafe.” Your voice coming out breathy and heavy. 

You feel empty when he removes his hand all too quick, needing, begging to feel him again as his cool voice hits your ear drums again, feeling like you’re drunk. 

“Turn around.”

When you do, you half expect him to demand you drop your knees, which is exactly why your jaw fully falls to the floor when he drops to his before you, looking up you in such a way you’re not sure how you’re still standing, gulping at the sight of him, lips slightly set in a pout but face determined as his hands come up to your hips. 

His tongue flicks out slowly between his teeth before licking both of his lips like he’s starved as he pulls your bikini down your legs, leaving you standing there before him in nothing but the necklace. Rafe couldve came at the sight alone, memorized by the glittered letters— memorized by you. 

You felt his breath fan your core as he tosses your bikini to the floor but not before seeing the giant wet mark you he made in them, filling him with such a sense of pride and newfound possessiveness over you. 

“Spread your legs open for me just a little bit…”

His middle finger only comes up to toy with your clit, his finger pad just barely hitting your bud as you throw your head back, not fully giving you what you want but the sensation alone involuntarily making your legs open wider as he chuckles to himself. 

“Good girl. If I don’t at least taste a little bit of you right now, I’m gonna fucking die—”

Rafe Cameron—your best friends tongue attaches itself to your core as you white knuckle grip down on the counter for dear life— you would’ve given absolutely anything to him in this moment— would’ve laid your life out on the line if it meant having him make you feel like this. 

He groans when he finally tastes you, confirming what he’s always known; you’re straight poison—a drug he’d willingly overdose on— eyes rolling into the back of his head at how unbelievably sweet he just fucking knew you’d be. 

Now that he’d had a taste— he needs more. He needs everything. 

His mouth slowly makes its way up, hovering over your stomach and then your chest…

His lips came up to your perfectly perked up nipples, literally begging to be played with as you felt it being sucked firmly between his lips, felt the tip of his tongue flick back and forth over the hardened nub before the back arching feeling of it grazing his teeth— his eyes looking up at you at that exact moment— the way he was looking at you should be illegal. 

Rafe Cameron’s mouth had been nearly everywhere on you. It had touched the most intimate parts of your body, parts you still couldn’t believe it was real. 

Yet as he towered back over you and his lips came closer to yours, you felt your lungs nearly collapse. 

You’d dreamed about this moment entirely too many times, had thought of him on far too many occasions— both in private and in public. What those beautiful lips could do to you. What they now had done to you…

With one final look down on you— reliving nearly every memory from the moment he’d met you till this exact moment in time— he leaned forward and made all of his wildest dreams come true. 

The moment you felt Rafe’s lips on yours, you knew. You knew this was it. 

This was why you had stolen the necklace without a second thought upon finding it. Hell, you knew this was why Rafe had bought the necklace. 

Rafe was your best friend. You knew & he knew. This was how it should feel, how it could feel, how it does feel. 

The taste of your lips on his is was so sweet, entirely too sweet for his bratty, know it all, had to always be right, best friend. He knows better. He knows you better. 

Yet his brain still almost goes into a fit of shock when he feels you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, your tongue rolling over it threatening to make Rafe’s whole body shake. When he feels you bite down, his hand reaches up to grab at one of your braids instinctively within seconds, yanking you back briefly— the feeling utterly delicious— before pulling the braid closer to him, pulling you closer to him, demanding to taste more of you. 

His face held no trace of a smile as he looked down on you, but the rushing effect it had when paired with his next words were all the same. 

“Bend over.”  

You don’t move a muscle, not fully being able to register his words as his gaze grows grim. 

“I—”

He doesn’t use his words, only his hands this time as he grabs your waist and spins you so quickly you feel like you have whiplash, now facing the mirror again as he grabs your braid and pulls you flush against him so he can growl in your ear. 

“Are you gonna bend the fuck over the counter for me baby or am I gonna have to ask you again?”

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N/N. I know you. I know you want to do as you’re told. I know you just want to be my good girl.”

Rafe had always been able to read straight through you, one of his more frustrating traits— his mind always crystal clear when it came to you. 

He’s foaming at the mouth as he watches you sink your hands to the back of the bathroom counter, allowing your body to fall slowly forward onto the hard surface as your legs are spread wide open, ass and pussy on full display for him as Rafe takes in the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. 

You’d expected him to take you right then and there— not bend down to his knees for the second time as he literally coos at you. 

He knew exactly what you needed at that moment. 

“Mmmmm, nice and slow sweetheart. I’ve only dreamed about how tight this pussy is, now I want proof.”

You let out an unholy whimper as his fingers slid across your clit, causing shockwaves down your spine before you felt his fingers at your entrance, slowly sliding between your lips, feeling the delicious feeling of them spreading you open, of him filling you up. 

You gasp as he slowly pushes two fingers deep into your pussy that’s so perfectly on display while you’re bent over, the sight alone making him almost drool. His fingers fill you in ways you didn’t think possible and when you feel his cool ring finger slide inside you, you clench down hard on him making both of you gasp out loud. 

“God damn, Y/N…”

Rafe is confident he’s never been more turned on his whole life, his dick so hard against his pants it almost hurts. He could honestly cry right now as he looks at his fingers, as he feels your soft insides clench tightly around him, pussy so wet and beautiful and needy for him. 

“I didn’t get a good enough taste last time, Y/N/N.”

Rafe feels and sees the pool of arousal gather around his fingers and soak out of you at his words, making his eyes roll to the back of his head at how perfect it all is— at how perfect you were— at how perfect you had always been. 

“You are you gonna let Daddy taste you again, baby?” 

“Pleaseeeeee, Rafe…please”

The helplessness in your voice tugs at something deep within him, a newfound sense of purpose. 

“I know baby girl, so good—”

Rafe wasn’t even making sense at this point; your pussy drawing nearer to his lips putting him under a spell as you felt his mouth dive deep into you, tongue tracing undecipherable love letters into your clit making you shriek out loudly, letting all your body weight fall heavy against the countertop, the cold feeling of the granite against your burning hot skin the most perfect, damning feeling as Rafe flicked your clit back and forth across his tongue at a relentless pace. 

You’d heard stories of Rafe’s history and experience through the grapevine on the island— the gossip and talk nearly inevitable given his track record. 

Yet you couldn’t ever believe it could feel like this. That it could literally feel like god himself was between your legs right now, sending you into the heavens above happily as he devoured you. 

“Oh my god, that feels so good…” your voice came out in breathy moans. “You feel so good…”

Rafe’s hands come up to your ass at your words, squeezing firmly as he hears more beautiful moans fall from your lips, before bringing his right hand down hard on your cheek— hearing the loud smack before you register the beautiful sting that follows— the most damning gasp falling from your lips. 

While he could happily taste you like this for the rest of his life— he’s also demanding, and selfish, and only then does he remember that he’s not the one who was originally supposed to make you cum today, he wasn’t the one you’d meant to send that picture to. 

The thought of your perfect pussy spread out like this for anyone else—the idea of you wearing his necklace, the one he bought for you, for anyone else but him revolts him, unaccepting of such a despicable idea. 

No one else in this entire world should get to have you like this, they don’t get to watch your face fall apart or hear those breathy little moans leave your lips while you’re spread apart like a little slut over your bathroom counter— they haven’t earned that right. 

But Rafe Cameron sure as fuck has. 

And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to physically see your face crumble the first time he makes you cum, as he makes you forget every other man in this world, as he shows you none of them can make you feel the way he can, like he’s been silently begging and craving to do for years. 

His mind momentarily drifts back to your cheerleader outfit from High School, the way that tiny little skirt of yours could ruin an entire evening for him. How you ruined him over and over again every time he’d catch a glimpse of you during a game from the field, feeling his dick harden against his cup every single time. 

His perfect, bratty best friend. 

You feel that empty, helpless feeling when he mouth stops moving, suckling at your clit so hard it makes you gasp before fully removing his lips from you. Rafe rises up from his position on the ground to tower behind you again. 

When he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it amongst your forgotten bikini on the floor, leaving him standing there like something plucked straight from your wildest fantasy, admiring the way his own chain dangled from his neck before looking back to the one around yours, reminding you of the matching “bffs” broken heart necklaces the two of you shared as kids…

He never tore his eyes from you as he slowly undid his belt buckle; the sound of the heavy metal clanking making you nearly drool. 

You needed him so fucking bad, and he needed you just as much. 

You heard the zipper come down slowly, unable to handle waiting any longer. 

“Rafe, I need you.”

Whether he heard your words or chose to ignore them (oh he fucking heard you alright), you’re not sure, because when you do finally open your eyes again it to see Rafe finally pull his dangerously erect cock from his pants, moaning loudly at how it falls easily into his large hand as he begins to pump it. 

You could’ve actually murdered every single girl who came before you who’d gotten the chance to admire how beautiful it was— how beautiful he was. 

The stories you’d heard, all but driving your mind wild for your best friend over the years, leading you to do dangerously filthy things when alone— reliving all the gossip the girls on Figure Eight had tormented you with about the legend that was Rafe Cameron. 

His next words wash away any doubt, any hint of jealousy that was pulsating through you only a second ago. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, Y/N. Just like you’ve ruined me for anyone else. All I can fucking see is you…”

With the most purpose and conviction you’d had this entire time, your pleading look turns deadly serious as your hand reaches behind you to grab Rafe’s cock, unable to not know how it feels wrapped around your hands a second longer. 

“Fucking do it. Ruin me. I’ve only ever wanted to be yours, Daddy…”

Hearing that word makes Rafe’s whole brain explode into tiny fragments, his soul leaving his body as he revels in the feeling of you finally touching him where he’s craved after all of these years. 

He slowly takes your hands off his cock and helps you grip the edge of the counter once more, whispering down to you as he lines up to your entrance, committing every single detail to memory. 

“Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to blow your whole world apart.”

His hands were gripping tightly at your waist as you felt him slide deep into the tightest places your pussy hadn’t even dreamed of being touched before, fully bottoming out within you as his hands trembled now at your sides. 

“Fuck—!”

“That’s my fucking girl—”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks as you feel his hips buck up into you, making you gasp so loud at the feeling of your best friend's cock beginning to pump in and out of you. 

“It’s why I bought that fucking necklace, never even had any intention to give it to you. Paid a fortune for it too…”

As he takes you by your throat and pulls you against him, keeping his pace steady and hard as he fucks into you, watching your breasts bouce back and forth in the mirror, the light once again hitting the necklace and forcing all his attention to it— almost obsessively. 

“So fucking worth it”

He removed his hand from your throat to grab at each of your braids as he fucks you, watching your dripping center swallow him over and over again, the sight truly something to behold. 

Rafe wants to push you as far as you can go though, he still wants you to pay for earlier. 

Rafe Cameron has been driving you crazy your entire life and you him. 

Beneath him he watches as you stare intently in the mirror, jaw hanging open as loud moans fill the small bathroom. 

“My dirty girl likes watching herself get fucked dumb in the mirror, huh? You like watching my cock move in and out of you like that?”

The sound you make is more of a scream than anything else, pleading with him. 

“So much—”

“Mmm, Me too baby, so do I. Never dreamed you could take my cock so good. So tight for me, Y/N/N”

Him calling you by your nickname with his dick so far up inside you was doing lethal things to your already fucked out brain. 

“So good, Rafe.”

“Didn’t think you’d ever let me touch you like this, pretty girl.”

“You like getting fucked like a little slut?”

“Mhm, your slut, daddy.” 

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. So. fuckin. tight—” his cock thrusting into through your walls hard as he breathed out each word, hearing the sound of skin slapping, the most vulgar noises being made between the two of you. 

“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel this good?” 

It was almost embarrassing how quick you were to answer, at how good you wanted to be for him. 

“You Rafe, it’s only you, I promise.” 

Rafe wasn’t surprised by how fast the confessions were falling from your lips, he felt it too— but he needed to hear it.

“You’re goddamn right—” as he grunts loudly, using the tone of voice on you that he usually only reserved for those who were on the receiving end of his fists. “Not some fucking touron who doesn’t even deserve to get to look at you!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry Rafe—”

“—You’re falling apart for me, baby look at yourself.”

At that he reaches around to grab your jaw roughly in his grasp, jolting your head upward in the mirror, forcing you to look at what he was doing to you. 

“Harder, Daddy—please…”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you so hard you forget the rest of their names— fuck you so hard that you forget your name?”

If Rafe hadn’t kept repeating it, your own name would’ve already been lost to you, your mind only being able to focus on the one thing fully consuming it, likely forever: him. 

“Yes, please god. Do it. Make me forget—Please Rafe. Don’t stop—”

His fingers rose to the back of the chain on your neck, pulling it tight against your throat as he heard the choked moans. 

It was your turn for your eyes to roll to the back of his head, savoring the beautiful feeling as the pressure from the necklace ripped all the air out of lungs, your teeth biting down hard on your bottom  lip before spreading into a wicked grin almost as wide as your legs. 

The second he sees you smile, so blissed out and needy with how rough he was being with you—Rafe was so proud of himself, of course he knew exactly what you wanted. 

He lets go of the necklace as you gasp for air, his pace only quickening as he pulls you by your waist, bringing you as close to him as he possibly can, loving the hot, sticky feeling of your skin against his. 

The feeling of your skin burning against his ignites something in Rafe as he brings his hand down between your legs, making you scream his name out loud when his fingers find your clit, his nails scratching at his bicep and forearm wrapped around your waist. 

You have never in your entire fucking life felt this good and you know, you just fucking know in this moment that you’ve always been holding out, reserving yourself for him. 

He watches happily as you lose it in his arms— lose control, lose sense, lose any part of yourself that didn’t now belong to him. 

He heels your head lean back against his shoulder as your body begins to shake, this time not needing your words to confirm how close you were as your hands flail around, desperate to dig your nails into anything you can grasp. 

“Daddy…”

He sees your doe eyes lazily roll up to him in the mirror and watches the tears pool in them, threatening to spill over—knowing he’s done for well before he hears your words. 

“You’re so perfect, Rafe…fuck—I’m so close—” turning your head on his shoulder, faces only an inch apart as you look up into his crystal blue irises— never wanting to forget this.

“Best friends forever, right?”

His cock finds that sweet spot deep within you, penetrating as deep as he can go—making you see flashes of diamonds as Rafe swears he can faintly hear Drake lyrics as the poison consumes him, losing everything—losing himself in you. 

“FUCK,Y/N! You’re mine, you’ve always fucking been mine—”

You cum around him at that exact moment, walls breaking free as he spills out into you, each of you literally screaming—holding on for dear life. 

“It’s only ever going to be me, I promise.”

Vision still black—Rafe’s breath on your neck like silk when his lips attach to your skin there; the sweetest thing you’d ever felt. Your boy. 

Yours. 

Not that stupid bitch that sat next to you in Chemistry senior year who went on and on about how Rafe ate her out in the Island Club bathroom— 

Or that chick you’d met on the beach last summer who you’d walked in going down on him in the bathroom at one of Kelce’s party’s— not even that girl he’d brought to Midsummers, happily dangling her around him like arm candy all night. 

He was yours. 

He kisses your neck a few times. 

“I could fucking stay in you forever…”

He leans his forehead down on your neck to watch himself slowly pull out of you, a mix of you and him dripping down to the floor in the process, his mouth hanging wide open at the sight, a tiny little delicate gasp leaving your lips as the feeling. 

“Fucking ruined…” he whispers dazily. 

You’re lost in the thrill of it all— the feeling of his arms still around you, still holding you tightly to him— already dreaming and aching for him again. 

You both stay like that a moment, eyes closing as you feel Rafe take your chin in his fingers guiding your head back to him, back to his lips, moaning when they collide. 

He basks in it for a moment before the relentless determination returns— before the jealousy returns — this time with a fateful vengeance. 

He presses his lips tightly against yours before breaking away, leaving you dizzy from the loss of contact as he grabs your bikini and t-shirt, tossing them to you. 

You barely attempt to catch them as you sputter out words. 

“Rafe what’re you—”

“Get dressed, Y/N/N” 

“Whe—”

“We—” he points between you two, anger and rage so apparent, so easily riled up within him making you want to grin from ear to ear.

“—are going back to the club so I can tell your boy that if I catch him even so much as looking at you again I’ll break his fucking neck—”

Your hand flies up to your mouth but it doesn’t at all cover the shrill fit of giggles you break out into. 

When Rafe turns to see that trademark smirk appear on your lips, feigned innocence dripping off your naked body—he knows you’re up to no good. 

Guess it’s your turn to come clean before he full on whoops the boy's ass bloody for no damn reason. 

“I was never even texting Joey earlier…”

And the one last smug, bratty look up at Rafe confirms it all as he looks into the eyes of God himself: he’s in love with his best friend. 

“I meant to text you that picture earlier, Rafe…”

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[rynwritesstuff]

My Girl

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied sexism, Eddie defending you, NSFW, semi-public smut, blowjob, dirty talk, a touch of Eddie begging ;)

“You know . . . That was kinda sexy of you, Eds.” 

He raises his eyebrows as the two of you approach the restrooms. 

“Yeah? You like it when I defend my girl?” 

(A/N: Hi, all! I reblogged some prompt lists earlier if anyone wants to send in a request or two! No pressure, of course, I just can’t stop thinking about Eddie and I’d love to chat/write about him :))

Eddie isn’t thinking straight, but to be fair, he hardly ever is. He’s blinded by rage and anger and pure fury. You’re holding onto his arm, but jesus christ, he’s a lot stronger than he looks, and he shoves you off. 

“Hey, man, it was just a joke,” the underclassmen says as Eddie yanks him forward by his collar. 

“Apologize to her!” Eddie says angrily. “Apologize for being a fucking dickhead!”

“Eddie, baby–” you start. 

Your boyfriend looks at you, frustrated, and you shut your mouth. 

The underclassman meant no harm. At least that’s what you’d like to think. 

He’d made some dumb, sexist comment as you and Eddie had walked by, and you don’t even remember what exactly the kid said, now, but–

“Get off me! It was just a joke!” the underclassman tells Eddie. Your boyfriend gives him a shake. 

“Look her in the eye and apologize!” Eddie tells him again. You clench your jaw as the kid, who can’t be any older than seventeen, looks at you. 

“Sorry,” he hisses. “Like you mean it!” Eddie says. 

“Sorry!” 

“Eddie, c’mon, baby . . .” you say, putting your hand on his shoulder. You don’t want any trouble. But . . . Him defending you is also extremely hot. 

Eddie releases the underclassman, who hurries back to his seat, and you let out a soft breath of relief. 

“C’mon,” you say, tugging Eddie out of the cafeteria. 

“Little asshole. Didn’t anyone ever teach him how to respect women? Actually, don’t answer that, because the answer is CLEARLY NOT–” 

“Eddie!” you say as the doors of the cafeteria close behind you. “Stop, there’s no point in staying mad.” 

“He was a fucking–” 

“I know!” you say, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. “I know, baby, I promise, I know.”

Eddie huffs softly. 

“I’m sorry that people are like that,” he says. “No one deserves that shit.”

You pull him down the hall gently. 

“It’s okay,” you say. “You know . . . That was kinda sexy of you, Eds.” 

He raises his eyebrows as the two of you approach the restrooms. 

“Yeah? You like it when I defend my girl?” 

You nod, glancing around to make sure no one is near before grabbing his crotch gently. “O-Oh–” 

“C’mon,” you say, tugging him into the men’s room before he can protest. “We’ve gotta be quick.”

“What do you wanna– Oh.” 

You lock the door and sink to your knees before he can finish his question. 

“Stay quiet for me, Eddie,” you say softly as you hurry to undo his belt. He nods, and you dip your hand into his underwear to pull his dick free. 

“Okay, okay, fuck . . .” he breathes, hardly believing that this is happening. “You don’t have to, you know–” 

You take him into your mouth, moaning around him, and Eddie leans against the wall as he grabs a handful of your hair. 

“Mmph! Fuck, fuck, fuck, sweetheart–” 

You grip his hips. 

“Told you to stay quiet, Eddie,” you whisper. He nods, eyes fluttering shut, and mutters out a string of apologies. You take his dick back into your mouth, groaning quietly as you do so. 

“Ohhh, shit,” Eddie sighs. “Love your pretty mouth, baby.”

You swirl your tongue around his cock as you begin to bob your head quickly, wanting to please your boyfriend. His grip on your hair tightens, and after only a few minutes, he’s babbling about how close he’s getting.

“Mm, already?” you ask, teasing the head of his dick with your tongue. “Naughty boy . . .”

Eddie groans quietly at your words, pushing his hips forward desperately. Your hands wander around to grip his ass in those black skinny jeans of his, and he covers his mouth with his hand. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, baby, p-pretty girl . . .”

You look up innocently, a smirk on your face as you stroke him aggressively. 

“Cum for me, Eds. Go ahead. It’s okay.”

That’s all the permission he needs before he’s climaxing all over your face, ropes of hot cum covering you.

“Mm. Good boy.” 

“Fuck. Get up here. Let me kiss you,” Eddie says, tugging at your hair. Who are you to deny him that small, simple pleasure?

[ameba-from-space]

Hey. I noticed you have a have batman and batfam rec lists, I was wondering it you had made a list that was just Jason Todd/Red Hood-centric fics??? He is my favorite batfam character and I LOVE reading fics about him.

Okay I'm finally sitting down to do this, there might be some fics here that I already talked about in the other list but I'm saying it here again cause they are really good jason fics as well

The D-Word - Jason gets what he wants

four brothers, one crush, and absolutely zero brain cells to be found - Tim has a crush

World's Worst Dadtective - the batkids are children and so is bruce, focus on Grocery Shopping

Yesterday's Voices - Bruce loses his memories, he forgets jason died

And the Scene Slips Away (To the Evenness I Fake) - Jason todd comes back to life (legally)

Someone That Hates To See Me Go - Can you stop almost dying FOR FIVE MINUTES

Older Siblings: A Plague on Our Society - Steling bikes is a love language

Eucatastrophe - Jason will never forgive himself for what he did to his family

Verdant - Jason revives, he then goes home, one of my absolute favorites ever by @cerusee

Being Alone (It's a Last Resort) - Jason is fucking sick (literally)

Where Mourning Ends - Bruce acts like a human being for once

Safe And Sound - Not really about jason but has some pretty good jason moments

Minimum Height Requirement - No capes until you're 18

Homecoming - people actually noticed when a grave is suddenly empty

Reclaiming Innocence - What if jason's childhood was even sadder, pay attention to the tags this one is a heavy one

Ever After - Jason is 5 years old when he meets jim gordon

Icarus and Bubble Gum - Jason has the worst handwriting know to men

Best Served Wet - Pool shennenigans with the fam

The Secret Is Out - Threats as a love language

Emergency Contacts - Batman is hurt, the family freaks

The Most Important Thing - Dick brings his brother home

the politics of dancing - Jason aint taking none of your shit

Jason Knows 26 Ways to Use a Flip Phone as a Weapon - a very serious conversation about the robin costume

through different colored glasses - being stupid together as a love language

children of dust and ashes - The clown dies

Bruce v. Oliver: Dawn of Overprotective!Batdad - Straight up Oliver hate, roy is in a really bad place

Running Headlong into My Arms - No matter the universe bruce wayne always finds his kids

Five Times Jason Todd reminded someone that he died, and the one time someone reminded him - It's my death and I will make jokes about it

Okay, its again getting to long, I kinda tried to put some that are not that widely know cause you gotta bost your favs I'm right, I still have a lot on jason todd so if anyone wants more I will be glad to do more