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[sweetbans29]

Naked - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Caitlin has been a fan of yours for a long time. Has followed your music for years and has finally found herself at a small, intimate pop-up event. After seeing you in person, her one mission is to make sure it is just the first and that there will never be a last (based on THIS request).

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.7k

Sweetbans Masterlist

You have come to the foregone conclusion that love is just not in the cards for you. 

It is not for a lack of trying, that’s for sure. You have tried. And tried. And tried again. Time after time, you were left alone after some expectation wasn’t met or someone got too greedy and thought that their image would look better with you in it. 

You have come to the conclusion that maybe you were just too much. 

It is not like you were asking for a lot - just someone to do life with. Initially, you thought you could find someone who lived life out loud with you. Someone who would go to events with you and make them bearable. Someone who you could show off to the world and do the same with you but you learned fast, that wasn’t going to happen. 

Then it turned into finding someone who you could come home to. Someone who would be there with you after the day was done and love you in the mundane. That was almost worse due to the media being absolute vultures and spreading rumors that no one could fix. 

So after your last relationship, you have settled with the fact that the life you have chosen is going to be a lonely one. But the world would never know that because to them, your choice to stop looking for the one thing you really want was perceived as ‘strength’ and ‘independence’. 

It has been a few years now, and the media has created this image that you are now ‘little miss untouchable’. You hated it, but the media loved it. It showed you off as someone who doesn’t need a man or woman in their life to do what you are doing. 

After your last tour, your presence at events has halted, creating this hype around when you do attend any sort of function. Your manager wanted to build off the idea that you show up when and where you want - when there is an event that is worthy enough for your appearance. You thought it was a load of crap but it was a nice break from the world. 

It was all great until the loneliness started to creep in again and the desire to have someone started to illuminate. So much so you wrote a song about it - one that you didn’t plan on sharing with your manager or the world considering it laid your heart on display and that just wasn’t what the people wanted (according to your brand and manager, of course). 

The time came when you started to miss it - the performance. Not big stage performing but intimate, acoustic settings that drew in a different crowd. The ones that would genuinely listen to the music. So you decided to start doing small events under the radar. Just you and one of your oldest friends, who happened to be your guitarist - who you had threatened to keep what you were doing on the downlow. He had no problem with it - actually loved it. 

It started out really small - you taking the weekend to ‘get away’ and finding some small bar or speakeasy that did live music on a Saturday night. No heavy makeup or hair, a simple outfit and a drink in your hand and you were set. Singing songs you had in the archive for years, finally seeing the light of day. Some songs that you didn’t even share with your label because they didn’t fit in with the image they were trying to cast at the time.

As time went on, it had sort of created this alias for you. You set up a small side business of performing in the coolest places. You went by your middle name instead of your stage name and never performed in a place more than once. 

On some occasions, you would be recognized but even the people that did come up asking to take photos with you - they weren’t screaming in your face rather complimented what you were doing and were glad they got to see you in that type of environment. No cameras, just people enjoying good music. It had you falling in love with your fans again and helped breathe life into you after being on tour. It’s not that you didn’t love touring, but you also loved this. 

Before you knew it, you were getting inquiries about doing private events. At first, it didn’t seem much of an issue, but then people started to catch on and that is when the love for what you were doing dwindled. 

The decision was made to do one more event, then retire your little side show. Other media outlets were beginning to notice and your manager was not happy when he found out about your little side gigs. It turned into a two hour long lecture about how something could have happened or how it would have looked to be playing unreleased songs. You sat there and took it. 

The last event you had was for a birthday party - someone reached out about doing a private event and they made the cut right before your whole operation got shut down. So you and your guitarist flew out to a small town in Florida to do one last pop-up. 

Caitlin didn’t want anything big for her birthday - it has never been something that she made a big deal out of. Of course, she enjoys being celebrated but she always found that her expectations on others exceeded the reality of their plans. So it became a day where she would say it’s not a big deal and find small things throughout the day that would bring her joy, things that wouldn't disappoint. 

So when Lexie told her that they would be making a weekend trip to Florida, Cailtin tried everything in her power to be excited for it. It was going to be part of the team and some friends from Indy all in some beach house. Cait can do that, a chill weekend with a few friends. 

WHen they arrived, it was honestly the perfect little get away. THe house was right on the water, no neighbors, just them and the beach. It had a beautiful deck that was big enough for them all to lounge and enjoy the sun (even if it was in the 60’s, it was still warmer than Indiana this time of year). 

They get there on a Friday and spend the night having a bonfire and enjoying the quiet. Saturday was pretty much the same but Lexie said that she had to dress up for dinner. Caitlin followed orders and quickly learned that Lexie hired a private chef to come in and cook dinner for them. It was halfway through dinner when you began setting up. Nothing fancy, just two small amps. 

When Cailtin first saw you, she had to do a double take - you looked so familiar. It took her less than a minute to recognize you and her whole body went stiff. 

To say she was a fan was a complete understatement. She started listening to you for years now, attending your last tour and every one before that. Cait had no idea how Lexie got you here but she can remember this being a dream of hers when she was in college. The fantasy of her favorite artist (and celebrity crush) showing up to do a private show for only her is something Cait locked up in her mind because it was crazy. But there you were, sitting on a stool, humming along to something the guy with the guitar was playing. 

“CC, you good?” Lexie asks when Caitlin doesn’t move. 

“Do you know who that is?” Caitlin asks in a whisper, like if she said it too loudly you would vanish into thin air. 

“Oh, she does these small events, has started a little private pop-up business,” Lexie says. “One of my friends said she is great.” 

It is a little confusing to Cait when she hears you go by a different name but she is 100% sure it is you. 

Later in the evening, everyone is sitting out on the deck and you have started your set. 

A few people are in light conversation but Caitlin is watching you. She is curled up in a blanket, drink held between both of her hands in her lap as she takes in what might be the best birthday gift she has ever gotten. And the best part? No one knew. 

You start your set off with the same few songs - ones that no one knows but are nice on the ears. You add a few covers in the mix to make it more enjoyable for everyone, people like then they can sing along or have a familiar tune. This being your last little adventure, you decided to break out a song that was never meant to see the light of day. The one song that lays your heart out there and is the definition of vulnerable. 

If it wasn’t now, you don’t think it would ever get heard by an audience. And here, with one of the smallest crowds, with the moonlight reflecting off the ocean - it just feels right. 

“Thank you all so much for a wonderful evening,” you say, voice smooth as butter. “This is our last song for you.” When you say that, your eyes connect with a pair of brown ones who have been locked in on you since dinner. You give her a slight smile and nod as your guitarist begins. 

… Take away the big shirts, the tattoos, the sweatpants and Vans

Okay, I don't wear no makeup, no purse in my hands

My resting bitch face is mistaken for the mean girl

But what if I told you

There's nothing I want more in this world

Your eyes close as you come to the chorus. 

… Than somebody who loves me naked

Someone who never asks for love

But knows how to take it

Are you that somebody

Who sees a wall and breaks it?

Are you ready to fight just to see what's lost behind my flaws?

Caitlin sits there, taking in every word you are saying. She has been completely entranced in the songs you have been singing, the ones she has never heard before and wishes she could record and put on repeat. But this? This one is different. 

She has seen you live, has watched countless videos of you perform and she has learned that she loves you. Ya, celebrity crush, everyone has one. But hearing you sing this - watching you pour your heart out in this song, it has Caitlin falling in love with you. 

Can you love me naked?

… Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Naked

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Naked

Oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah

… Might be a bitch in the mornin' so catch me at nighttime

Some of my friends think I'm moody, but I think I'm just fine

You let out a little chuckle with this line, unintentional but so very true. To those who truly knew you, you were an acquired taste. That is something the media didn’t see. 

I could be pissed, but I'll act like I'm not

I really remember when I say I forgot

No matter how hard I try

To run away from love at the end of the night

… I need somebody who loves me naked

Someone who never asks for love

But knows how to take it

Are you that somebody

Who sees a wall and breaks it?

Are you ready to fight just to see what's lost behind my flaws?

Yes, Caitlin’s one and only thought. Yes, she is ready. 

Can you love me naked?

… Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Naked

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Naked

You end the song and you have never felt so free in your life. There was something special about this moment and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it had you breathing deeper and seeing clearer. 

When you finally open your eyes, they are wet. You didn’t even notice when you started crying. A few blinks later, you think you are in the clear and give one last smile. The girl with the brown eyes is still intently staring at you, her eyebrows furrowed a little more than they were before. 

Light claps make their way around the group and you stand and begin tearing down your minimal set up. 

You feel someone’s presence over your shoulder. 

“Hi,” she says softly, almost childlike - lacking in confidence. 

“Hi,” you say back, a light smile on your face. 

“I know you,” she says and you politely nod. To know and be known by someone are two completely different things. 

You introduce yourself, offering a hand for her to shake. 

“Caitlin,” she says, taking your hand and shaking it for too long. It causes you to laugh. 

“I know who you are too,” you say, a smile never leaving your face. She looks surprised. “You have really taken over the sports world - didn’t really watch basketball until you came along,” you say. 

“I’ve been listening to you since your debut album,” Cailtin blurts out. 

“I guess we both appreciate each other's craft,” you say. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. 

You both try to speak at the same time. 

“Happy Birth-,” you say at the same time she says, “That last song.” 

You both laugh. 

As awkward as this moment should be, it’s not. 

“You first,” Caitlin says. 

“Happy birthday, Caitlin,” you say, just above a whisper as you stare into her eyes. To know and be known are two completely different things - yet in this moment, after meeting someone for the first time - you feel known. 

“Would it be weird if I told you that this, you singing a private show, just for me - has been a dream of mine since I was in high school?” She asks and you can see the red tint that creeps up her neck the second after she asks it. 

“And that last song,” she starts and you feel your heart stop. You rarely get nervous anymore but that last song exposed parts of you the world hasn’t seen. It was raw and it was you, only you. “That last song.” 

Caitlin doesn’t know how to say she wants to be the one to break down your walls and love you like you are the whole world. She wants to say she has never seen someone so willingly vulnerable before her that all she wants to do is wrap you up and never let you go, never let the world see the true love you have to offer because she wants it all to go to her. 

You finally break eye contact and look down. 

“Ya, probably not one you’ll hear again,” you say, trying to ground yourself.

“I never want to stop hearing it,” Caitlin whispers and takes the smallest step towards you. Your eyes snap up to her. 

“This might be forward, and I apologize if it’s too much but I want to know you,” Cait says, voice serious and low. “ I want to fight to know you because you are someone worth knowing.” 

You have waited so long to hear those words - granted, you thought they would come from someone who has known you for a little while, not the girl standing in front of you. 

You have dated a basketball player in the past - ya, it was for the NBA and it was much different but you swore off players after him. So why do you feel so comfortable in front of this athlete? 

All the words you want to say fall short as you look deep into Caitlin’s eyes. 

Her brown eyes hold yours and all you can see is a girl, admitting her feelings to another girl - no games, no intentions outside of truth and you cave. You cave because no one has looked at you like Caitlin is right now. 

“Caitlin,” you whisper and your eyes close. You have been hurt so many times that even in this genuine moment, your mind can’t help but go to the worst possible outcome. You are tired of getting hurt. But you don’t know Cait - ya you have seen her play but you don’t KNOW her so is it really fair to wave her off this fast? Your head is swirling when you feel her. 

It is not fast, at first it just feels like warmth. It isn’t until her thumb is caressing your cheek that you realize it's her hand on you, her skin on your skin that feels like an extension of you. 

“I am not asking for you to dive in right away, I don’t think either of us are ready for that,” she says. She’s ready though, she knows nothing in the world will ever compare to you. But she doesn’t want to scare you, Caitlin can be patient. “I am just saying, if you will let me, I am willing to fight to know you - the real you.” 

Caitlin is not letting you walk out of here without knowing this is only the first time with you. 

“Okay,” you say, eyes opening and looking into hers. 

5 months later

You are sitting courtside at the Fever home opener game. After a lot of back and forth between you and Caitlin, she finally convinced you to go and the second you walked into the arena you were glad you did. 

Your leg is crossed, Clark jersey on and you are ready for the action. 

Over the past 5 months, you and Caitlin got to know each other. It was a lot of back and forth considering you lived in LA and she lived in Indy but it was all worth it. You would spend a few days at hers and she would come out for a few days after different speaking engagements. It was surprisingly easy and it was exactly how she said it would be that night you met - it was slow. 

Are the two of you dating? No. But neither of you are dating anyone else. And it is very clear that Caitlin wants to date you when you are ready. 

Caitlin’s intentionality over the last few months has opened up a hope in you that has you feeling giddy. It feels like you have gone back to high school and have a school girl crush but it is with someone who has given you every reason to believe that a person can and will stay. Caitlin has stayed and she has no intention of leaving. 

You watch in awe as the game begins and Caitlin takes the floor. You can see the hunt in her eyes as she reads the floor and does what she loves. Watching her has something stir in you that makes you want to take her home. 

The Fever are up 5 going into the half. 

During half time, the cameras go around panning to different celebs that are in Gainbridge. It pans over to a few actors and other musicians, finally landing on you. 

The crowd cheers and you smile and give a wave.

Neither you or Caitlin have been posting explicitly about your time together, but if there happened to be people following both you and Caitlin they may or may not have seen some overlap to what you both were posting. 

The second half of the game, Caitlin goes off with 10 points in the 3rd and 12 points in the fourth - putting up a massive game. The Fever take the win and you want nothing more than to celebrate your favorite player. 

You wait on the floor as she does a post-game interview and says hello to a few people. You do the same and say hello to a few familiar faces. 

Once the crowds clear a little, you see Caitlin looking around - she finds you and smiles. Cait makes her way to you, stopping right in front of you. 

“Hi,” she says, grinning ear to ear. 

“Hi,” you say, your smile mirroring hers. “Great game.” 

“Ya mean it?” Caitlin says, teasing. 

“Well considering this is my first game, it was pretty great,” you retort. “Although it might be hard to top the next time I come out.” 

“Ahh are you a fan now?” Caitlin asks. 

“Always been a fan,” you can’t stop smiling. 

You can feel the cameras snapping as you are talking with Cait. 

“Shall we get a photo? For the people, of course,” you ask. Selfishly, you want it for your own collection. You have created an album in your phone of all your favorite moments of CC, it has secretly become your most prized possession. 

“What about for me?” Caitlin asks and you give her shoulder a little, positioning yourself for the photo. Your arm goes around her waist as hers comes to wrap around your shoulder. You lean in slightly and bring your head in, tilting it towards her. Cameras snap and you find yourself gripping her jersey. 

Once you feel like you have given the media what they want you turn to Caitlin, bringing her close to you. 

“So you mentioned a date the other night, still want to take me out?” You whisper in her ear. 

She pulls back, looking in your eyes the way she only does. 

“Ya?” She asks, breath taken from her. 

You nod. 

“So what, all it took was watching me play one game?” She asks, teasing you. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Okay, not too much now,” you say and she laughs. 

“Let me shower and then I’ll be ready,” she says and your eyes widen a little. 

“Tonight?” You ask, not meaning tonight. 

“I am not waiting any longer than I have to,” Caitlin says, all teasing aside. 

You smile because you know how much this means. Caitlin knows how much this means. 

It wasn’t easy, opening up again. But Caitlin has done everything to show you that she isn’t going anywhere. It isn’t about the media, it isn’t about the fame. It is about you and her and the time you spend together. It is about learning the depths of one another. 

It’s about love.

AN: Finally, a pop-star reader. A little different but this is the one vision I had. Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[vaginalvr]

….allow me to set the stage my liege:

Spencer and fem reader are married and work together at the BAU (they are the most adorable and fluffy couple ever change my mind), reader is pregnant this makes Spencer *and* the time more protective/caring towards reader and Spencer gently *suggests* that reader *maybe* should consider desk duty/just interviewing the families etc, this makes reader really emotional (damn pregnancy hormones) and she just gets upset (not at anyone just with herself) about how she feels like she’s letting the team down/not doing a good job bc she’s pregnant and feels useless, Maybe the rest of the team enter the conversation and (who have totally *not* all been watching/ease dropping on the conversation this whole time) all comfort her (especially Spencer) and just say it’s bc they don’t want anything to happen to her or baby 🥺

(If you could bless me further I would love a lil scene where Spencer is holding the reader’s belly and starts talking about how him touching her belly helps the baby ((he just wants to connect to baby hehe)))

Just loads of teeth rotting fluff!!

Ofc if you’re ok with it!!! Thank you my liege 🫡 and don’t stop writing for the love of *god* 🙏

content warning: Comfort, pregnancy hormones, protective team, lots of Spencer belly-touching fluff, soft BAU family energy

a/n: im not good at fluff, this may have taken me a week in a half, go away love ya

word count ~ 1k

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You didn’t think anything of it at first—how Spencer had started carrying your bag every morning, how he’d automatically started opening doors for you like clockwork, or how he always instinctively placed a gentle hand on the small of your back when you walked into the bullpen, like he was guiding you through a minefield.

It was subtle. Sweet.

Until it wasn’t.

Until you walked into Hotch’s office and found two ergonomic desk chairs—one of which was significantly more cushioned and suspiciously new—and a printed sign above the corner of the whiteboard that read "CASE SUPPORT ZONE: REID-Y/N ONLY."

You’d cocked an eyebrow at Spencer, who’d sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and said, “It’s just temporary… for, um, optimal comfort.”

You were pregnant, not made of glass.

At first, you had laughed it off. You could still handle flying across the country, still interview witnesses, still chase a suspect if needed—well, maybe not chase far, but you could still contribute.

But this morning… the conversation had taken a different turn.

“Sweetheart,” Spencer said gently, his thumb brushing your knuckles. “I was thinking… maybe for this case, you could stay at Quantico? Just help with victimology, interviews with the families over video… Not the field stuff.”

You blinked. “Why?”

His mouth twitched in that soft, loving way he reserved just for you. “Because you’re six months pregnant. And we’re flying to Idaho in a snowstorm. And the last time we were on a jet, your ankles swelled to the size of cantaloupes.”

You scowled. “That’s not fair. It was a pressure thing, and I forgot to wear compression socks.”

“I know,” he said quickly, leaning forward. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I just… I worry, okay? I worry a lot. And I know you’d do anything to help the team, but I don’t want to risk anything happening to you. Or the baby.”

You blinked again, and—oh. Your throat tightened.

You knew he was right. Of course he was. You weren’t mad at him. You weren’t even mad at the idea. But the words tumbled out before you could stop them.

“So that’s it?” you said quietly, pulling your hand away. “I’m just the pregnant lady now? Useless to the team until I pop this kid out?”

Spencer’s eyes widened, clearly panicking at your interpretation. “No, no, no—sweetheart, that’s not what I meant—”

You stood quickly from your desk and pressed the heel of your palm against your forehead. “God. I didn’t mean to snap, I just—I feel like I’m letting everyone down. Like I should be out there. And instead I’m just… hormonal and puffy and crying for no reason—”

“You’re not letting anyone down,” Spencer interrupted gently, rising from his chair. His hands hovered, unsure whether to reach for you. “You’re growing a human. That’s not nothing.”

You opened your mouth, but your voice cracked. “I just wanted to help.”

And from the silence behind you, a familiar voice added:

“You are helping.”

You turned—and there they all were.

Hotch. JJ. Emily. Morgan. Garcia. Rossi.

Every last one of them standing outside your little shared office, apparently having heard everything.

“Sorry,” JJ said, raising a hand with a sheepish smile. “We weren’t eavesdropping. We were just… standing nearby. At the exact right time. For ten minutes.”

Emily gave her a look. “Solid recovery.”

Rossi stepped forward, smiling warmly. “Kid, you’re not letting anyone down. The fact that you even think that says how much you care.”

“And we do, too,” Garcia added, crossing the room to pull you into a soft, squishy hug. “About you, not just your badge. The field will still be there when you’re ready.”

Morgan smirked. “Plus, we all know you’re going to try and jump back into action the minute the doctor clears you. Let us baby you while we still can.”

That earned a small laugh from you—wet and a little hiccupy, but real.

Spencer’s hand slid to your lower back, and he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. “And you’re already the bravest mom this kid could ever ask for.”

Hotch stepped forward last, nodding with that calm, steady authority only he could deliver.

“You’ve always gone above and beyond for this team,” he said. “Let us return the favor. This is a team effort. And that includes your safety.”

You sniffled again, wiping under your eye. “Stupid hormones.”

“You’re doing amazing,” JJ added, smiling at you. “Seriously. I nearly cried the first time I couldn’t zip up my vest. It’s okay to feel emotional.”

Spencer slipped his arms around you from behind, hands resting over your slightly rounded belly.

“And you’re not going desk duty forever,” he added. “Just until you and the baby are safe. That’s all I care about.”

You leaned into him, letting yourself sink into his warmth.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love both of you,” he whispered against your hair.

That night, after the house was quiet and the team had left for Idaho, Spencer was curled beside you on the couch, a book abandoned on the coffee table, the soft yellow glow of the lamp washing over the two of you.

You had one hand resting on your bump when he carefully lifted your shirt and pressed a kiss just beneath your belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he said softly, like he always did. “It’s Daddy.”

You smiled, tangling your fingers in his curls as he settled against you.

“I read that babies can start to recognize touch and sound by the second trimester,” he said, his palm smoothing in slow circles. “So if I talk to you now, you might know my voice when you’re born. And my hands. I want you to feel safe when I’m holding you.”

You blinked hard against the sudden rush of tears in your eyes.

“And I know you don’t know what the word ‘hypothalamus’ means yet, but don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll teach you all of them. Every single one. You’re going to be so smart. Just like your mom.”

You let out a soft laugh through your tears. “You’re going to be the best dad.”

He looked up at you, eyes glinting with unshed emotion. “I already love them so much.”

You nodded, threading your fingers through his. “They already love you, too. I can feel it.”

Spencer pressed another kiss to your belly.

And you swore, in that perfect little silence, you felt the baby kick.

[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

Hey OP!! *blows dust off my 16 y/o self’s theory about Prince Soma returning during o!Ciel’s mission slip out, written in glitter pen and raw delusion*

I totally see where you're coming from!! But with how unclear the silhouette is and how early it still is to tell, I’m not quite sold on the idea that it’s our beloved Prince.

HOWEVER!!! You caught such a small yet striking detail that no one else had pointed out—o!Ciel ordering Darjeeling tea?! Thank you for that, seriously. My brain did a little somersault.

You said it yourself, this tea is grown in the Darjeeling district of West Bengal, India.

O!ciel, the white boy who always orders white english little boy teas: (eg. Earl Grey, Assam black tea, blends from Fortnum and Mason, etc.) suddenly chooses Darjeeling?

A tea not just from India, but specifically from Bengal?

Prince Soma is literally the prince of Bengal. The 26th child to the Raja of Bengal. This isn’t just a casual tea choice—it’s a loaded sip. Too specific to be coincidence.

o!Ciel choosing Darjeeling: a tea from the very region Soma hails froml....I know it looks like i'm grasping at straws but LISTEN!!!!

Guys, this isn’t the only time o!Ciel has ordered Darjeeling tea.

He’s done it twice: once in the latest chapter, and trace all the way back in Chapter 23, which just so happens to be the final chapter of the Indian Butler arc (aka the arc where Soma and Agni are introduced and central to the narrative).

I know it might seem like overanalyzing, but if you’ve read Black Butler, you know Yana Toboso loves weaving hidden meaning into the smallest details, what looks like a throwaway line now could be major foreshadowing later.

And I have one last thing that ties to this whole thing, going back to the curry arc, the way Prince Soma barges into o!Ciel's home for the first time, is while our earl asks for tea, and Soma suggest "instead of english tea, lets have chai" and ciel agrees before he realizes that Soma is there, in his home, which ends up catching him off guard as he gets startled at the intrusion.

Prince Soma's introduction into the Phantomhive household and narrative is symbolically intertwined with tea.

Tying this to the current chapter, could o!Ciel ordering Darjeeling tea be a subtle nod to Soma’s eventual comeback? Just like at the beginning, Soma might once again catch Ciel off guard—arriving unexpectedly, shifting the story in his own prince Soma way.

or....maybe i'm just insane. who knows.

I know it might be Vladis,

I know it might be Joker,

I'm very aware it might be Undertaker,

Or even one of the shinigamis.

But I think (and really hope) it's Soma.

And before you start to booing me and throwing tomatoes at me let me explain you where I got that crazy idea 😭

When Sebastian asks Ciel to wait in the lounge while he is going to ascertain the real number of guests rooms Ciel asks to the waiter for one Darjeeling tea, which is grown and processed in Darjeeling district or Kalimpong district in West Bengal, India.

Also, when Ciel and Sebastian realize there's a play of The Tempest by William Shakespeare, the actors appeared and the actress who's playing Ariel is a girl who looks like she is from India.

And this is all i got.

I know these aren't enough proofs and it could sound pretty ridiculous atm because, why would Soma be dressed like that? He doesn't need to be in disguised but that was enough to make me believe these little details on the chapter it might be Yana giving us a little spoiler about that misterious man keeping an eye in Ciel and Sebastian at the end of the chapter.

Maybe the actress recognize him as the Prince of Bengal wandering through the streets and decided to help him and tell him about Nectar Springs as a place where he can stay and that's why he was watching the play and then Soma recognized the duo, idk :(

Chapter 148 (six years ago) was the last time we knew something about him and I miss him.

Yana, just let us see Soma one more time and let us know he's okay. Please, i'm begging you 😭

[kenaihayley]

Some photos of strange accounts of a cyber stalker harassing Rachel (Hayden Christensen and Rachel Bilson situation).

I have seen certain specific accounts on TikTok, Instagram, Tumblr, YOUTUBE, Reddit, but those accounts, which is probably the same person, spend their 24/7 harassing Rachel, or any fan who shows a minimum of support for her, the stalker will delete their accounts, make some new ones, change their name 100 times, but always, always is harassing cybernetically, attacking her physical appearance, spreading false and horrible rumors, and waiting for Rachel to step on the wrong foot to start saying terrible comments towards her. (Stalker has some “official/constant” accounts, which are the ones that sometimes changed their name, in fact, I remember that there was one that had changed her name more than 20 times, but I think she also has other accounts that she deletes and creates easily, and the crumbs that remain from those deleted accounts or deleted comments, are when on social networks, any Rachel Fan responds to the stalker, and only the fan's comment remains and an “@“, that when you click "no longer exists" or "not loads").

I'm 100% sure that a while ago Rachel and her friends once talked about that cyber stalker, please, if you have that clip, let me know, and pass it on to me, you would be very helpful haha ❤️.

According to me, I didn't want to get involved in anything negative about Rachel and Hayden (since a crazy anon came to my asks box). But I still wanted to publish this, since some have been talking about this topic.

Here I leave only some accounts, although rest assured that she will get defensive, again she will change names or delete and create accounts, and the same cycle will be repeated. I want to put all the accounts, but obviously, I can't hahaha.

(The names I remember the most are Lilah, Camila, Sophia, there are more but I don't remember well (and now she calls herself Isadora) (Same person or a group of friends, I don't know, but this is not right).

(I will put the accounts, and not the horrible comments, since that would be a longer post than it already is, and anyway you can see it for yourself, since it is not a secret the amount of hatred that reaches Rachel)

(These are NOT accounts that casually left a bad comment, these accounts are people who were literally staking, harassing, bullying cyber-minded in a very DISTURBING way, too manyyyy creepy comments)

I saw a certain post and I couldn't agree more, haters disguised as fans are always saying that Hayden is very intelligent, and polite and smart when talking too, and that he got a Harvard scholarship, etc, etc.

And at the same time, they will treat him as a stup1d child who does not know how to make his own decisions, as if he had no say in the decision to spend time with Rachel, or how he manages his co-parenting with her.

Haters will say that Rachel is in need of attention and will hate that she is published or that her name is together with Hayden's name in a post, but at the same time, instead of ignoring her, Haters will harass and speak with a hate speech obsessively of Rachel, giving her just the attention that they hate Rachel receives.

I really think Hayden is a good man, and he's smart. I don't understand why they infantilize him in such a strange way when it comes to "R".

Even if now they are family. They are no longer together romantically, not that we know of. Anyway, what does it matter to us, whether they are together or not, it will not change anything for the fans, or for anyone.

Don't you like her? Okay, understandable, but let go of this weird parasocial relationship, stalkers will literally focus more on whether Rachel stepped on the wrong foot, instead of supporting HAYDEN.

[im-a-goat-in-disguise]

If you make a game where 99.9% of the game revolves around 1 (one) kind of thing being loaded in. And you decide that you are going to take your chances and not load it in when you can't see it. Every single player with slow internet (which won't load the thing they need to use. Because it isn't loaded in. Because you wanted to improve performance for those with poor internet) is going to stab you in the guts

[triglycercule]

Thoughts on mtt

they should travel the multiverse together and see and experience a more peaceful life than all of them ever have (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

also they should get to gnaw at each other like rabies infected dogs 🧡🙏

[theygender]

Man I'm already disappointed to be working in the business field anyway but if it's going to mean mass corporate layoffs every 1-2 years as a standard practice then I might just disappear into the mountains

[nerdie-faerie]

Just when I think the day's going well, I crash a golf cart

[lucky-aces]

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[chiropteracupola]

ceramics is wreaking havoc on my fragile human form

[orcelito]

I'm doing soooo amazing (weeping) like so great and cool (crying) feeling amazing (sleep deprived)

I finally got a load of dishes done though. This, at least, is worth celebrating.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[kkusuka]

this is in the "141 and john price's wife" universe. still gn pronouns. i also don't think price texts that much- old man syndrome.

the 141 absolutely have a group chat dedicated to pictures and information (porn) about their little wife.

it starts, as many silly things do, with johnny and a picture of you asleep on the couch. cuddled into the armrest covered in the tortilla blanket he'd gotten you as a gag gift, and it was just too good not to share. (although he only sent one of the thirty he actually took, he's gotta keep as much of you to himself as he can.)

then it was kyle with you in the yard, laying in the grass after cutting down branches in the sweltering heat (something john would never let you do if he'd know about it, but he appreciates the flush of your cheeks and the angle of the photo makes it seem as if you were under him doing another strenuous activity.)

and it continues like that for months, cute little pictures of you gardening with price, walking with simon, watching tv between kyle and johnny- just sharing the daily life of their pretty bird.

but the real nature of the group chat doesn’t start until simon sends a picture of you bent over, putting something in the oven, in the tiny, red daisy duke shorts that are only just long enough to be considered inappropriate for the public.

sr: fuckin' lucky that shit only takes 10 minutes to cook or we'd be in the kitchen all day.

soap: fuuuuuuuuckin' hell

kyle: don't rub it in simon, we'll be home in two days

sr: don't worry, i'll warm 'em up for you

price: Behave yourselves.

and it all just unravels from there.

john's the next culprit. he has loads and loads of less than decent pictures of you, perks of being the first husband, but he's not reaching into the stash for this one. he has a point to make: if anyone's getting off to pictures of his wife, he's gonna be the one sending them.

it's barely two hours after the other three left that something is sent into the chat. face down, ass up, cunt dripping with cum as price uses his thumb to keep your pussy open to the camera, the rest of his hand palm down on your ass, the ring on his finger glistening in the flash.

sr: fuckin' filthy captain

soap: BRING ME BACK, PUT ME IN CAPTAIN

kyle: tell 'em i said thank you

it's not surprising that the minute he comes back, johnny's on you. methodically placing the camera, making sure it captures all of you and his face buried between your thighs. it wasn't the first video sent into the chat but it's definitely one of the best ones.

your head thrown back, hands in his hair, gripping what you can so you can grind your pussy on his tongue. his phone is just close enough to hear your small pants and groans as he sucks on your swollen clit.

soap: i could spend the rest of my life right there

sr: you let 'em fuck yer face like that?

soap: lt i'd let 'em gag me

soap: then step on my dick

soap: then leave me on the floor to rot

*kyle, price, and sr disliked three messages*

soap: like you fuckers wouldn't

and kyle is not a man to be left out, but he is also not as keen on sharing his private time with you as johnny is. so there aren't videos coming from him, instead he has 4k close ups of your tits after he spent almost an hour sucking hickeys into every part of your chest he could reach.

and kyle is like an artist, he makes sure your hair is splayed out perfectly, and that you're just fucked out enough to give him a bright smile. he also makes sure that the locket they gave you, the one that's has their names engraved on the inside, sits perfectly above the swell of your boobs. and goddamn is he proud of his pictures. (it's not hard for you to look pretty in pictures because you're already pretty but kyle thinks he's the best at actually capturing it).

soap: another two things i would put my face between until i suffocate

*sr, price, and kyle disliked a message*

soap: go fuck urselves

and simon is just mean, fingers peaking under your panties, finding your clit just to sit there, finger pressed on your bud, only moving for a few seconds before falling still again; his other hand hold your hips down so you can't do anything but wait for him to move again. and he does it the entire length of the manchester game until your panties are completely soaked through.

soap: stone cold, lt. stone cold.

but before he can do anything, he has to take his picture so the other fools can remember what a whore you are for him. and because it's between games he'll let you sit on his dick and grind into him during commercial breaks. maybe he'll even film in and send it to the guys, let them see you drip all over his lap whole stretching to fit him in your cunt.

but whether his team loses or wins, he'll flip you over and fuck you into the couch cushions, so at least you get that!

then they're all away on a mission, and you know about their little chat (it's hard not to when suddenly they have a camera out every time you're in their vicinity.) so you take it upon yourself to give them their fix. and why not play around with them well you're ar it?

it starts when you go shopping merely three days after they left. they tear up your bras and underwear so obviously you would need to buy more eventually. but usually when you go shopping one of them is with you to share their opinions, but since they're away, you just have to send pictures instead!

a whole catalog, in facts. you've got angles, dressing room lighting, and a whole lot of time on your hands.

*you sent 22 photos to 'the bird house'*

you: i can't choose :(((

you: help me out?

kyle: give me 6 hours to fly home and i'll help you with anything

price: Looks great. But I can't tell from the pictures, you'll have to try them all on again when I get home.

soap: licking the screen isn't working, captain i think i need to go home.

*sr saved 22 photos to Camera Roll*

kyle: smooth riley, real smooth.

and of course it doesn't end there. you have a chance to torture them a little bit with zero consequences and you're going to take it.

but it takes a while for you to send videos, usually you send  your outfits, or the tiny bathing suit top you wear while tanning, even one of you in the kitchen in nothing but your tiny apron. (it's the only one that john does not appreciate, popping a boner between briefings as a captain is not hie proudest moment.)

but as the months go longer and longer, you get more and more desperate. your toys are reserved for times like this, a small bullet vibrator and a thick 8-inch dildo. it's nowhere near as nice as fucking your men but it'll have to do for the time being.

and you know them being away is not their fault and they'd be home in an instant if they could choose to be; but if you have to deal with your pent-upness, so do they.

so you set up your phone, leaning it on the lamp that sits on your bedside table, so it captures your entire body, covered only by sheer light-blue lingerie and your locket, as you sink down the length of your dildo, vibrator pressed to your clit. you send four different videos, one for each of them, in the order they came into your life (you think it's cute, they're one picture away from firebombing the whole country they're in and flying home).

you: just something to hold you over until you get back!

kyle: so good for us babe.

soap: yer evil bonnie.

soap: my arm can't keep up with this

sr: birdie thinks it's real funny now

you: i do

sr: not gonna be so funny when we get home, yeah? might have to give you a refresher about what happens teasing birds.

price: 6:30am tomorrow, get everything you need in order because you aren't moving for the foreseeable future.

*you loved a message*

[inbabylontheywept]

i once accidentally dated someone for a few months. its very difficult to explain how this happened, but the gist is that i thought we were hanging out, and she thought we were on dates, and it was just a very painfully highschool thing.

she was a little bit confused that i hadnt tried to pull any moves, at all, even a little. like, didnt even try holding hands because, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i did not know we were dating.

so, halloween rolled around, and she thought, you know, why wait for destiny, when you can grab it? so she hit me with a clue by four.

babylon, she said. babylon. my mom's gonna be out of town on halloween, and im gonna have the house to myself, and it's going to be kind of lonely. would you like to come to my house and watch scary movies with me?

you know, kind of a netflix and chill thing. except, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i did not know we were dating. also autism. so i took it at face value and said: oh! yeah! thatd be fun! and she thought she got her point across, but she didnt and it was a mess.

skip forward to halloween: my family has a block party every year, right? and at that point i was too old to really trick or treat, but we still wore costumes for our role in the block party, which in my case, was handing out cotton candy. so i took the first shift, and my costume was this homemade abomination minion thing. i had full yellow body paint, and goggles, and a bald cap, and overalls. the kids who saw it were like, uh, hm. overly realistic minion. and adults were like, oh, some kind of hills have eyes hillbilly with jaundice. very scary.

(it was not my best costume.)

my little brother swapped me out for second shift, and i was getting ready to change out to head to her house when i was like: no, she'll get a real kick out of this. this is one of the worst things i have ever worn. so i kept it on and just brought a change of clothes thinking i could shower real quick and change at her place after she saw my nightmare getup.

so i left after that, got there, knocked on her door, and she said come on in. so i went in, and there was this very long hall with an abrupt right turn into her living room where the tv was, and i went down the hall, and i made the turn, and my field of view went from beige drywal to her, on the couch, naked. naked in the paint me like one of your french girls pose. super naked.

i panicked. this was my first time seeing a real person like, full on sex naked,which is a totally different beast from other kinds of naked. you see one kind of naked and you think yeah, im ready for all the kinds of naked, but you arent. i wasnt at least. i really wasn't.

so my brain crashed to BIOS. she also crashed to BIOS, but for different reasons. of all the ways this could have turned me, having me show up in yellow body paint and overalls was pretty pretty low down the list.

so we sat there a while, and you know, she wasn't getting any less naked, which really wasn't helping me get my brain sorted out. it really wasnt much of a surprise when she got her bearings first and started asking questions.

"babylon," she said. "babylon. what are you wearing?"

and i was like, kind of rebooted, but i was nowhere near full functionality, so symbolic language wasnt loaded in yet. i had nothing running but my trusty autism.exe, so i said

"overalls"

and she looked at me like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked at her like she was the first naked person i had seen in real life who got naked specifically for me, and my upper level cognitive process went: "listen man, we are not going to get our shit together as long as 80% of your brain power is devoted to not blinking. you gotta get out of here."

and if id communicated that, maybe things would have been less of a mess, but instead i just kind of turned around and walked back to my car. i figured i could drive a few loops around the block, get my brain in order, and figure out what the hell we were gonna do.

the only thing i had said to her since arriving was, again, overalls.

first loop around, i was like: oh god fucking damnit. oh shit. oh shit. shes gonna get like, an eating disorder from this. oh no.

second loop around i was like: oh NOOOOO oh WHAT THE FUCK oh SWEET JESUS PLEASE. i dont wanna go back man. i just wanna bury this and forget about it. please. please. let this bitter cup pass from my lips.

and after my third loop, i went and i knocked on her door again.

she answered it this time, and i counted my lucky stars that she'd changed into some pajamas. she was all teary eyed which was the saddest thing ever, and we sat down in her kitchen and talked. it was pretty bad - i figured out we'd been dating, and she figured out that trying to jump from home plate to 3rd base is considered ballsy in baseball, least of all dating. no real winners there. and i can remember after all that, we sat there a bit a bit longer, just steadying ourselves, and i was like "well, im actually really glad we figured that out. guess i'll see you at school tomorow' and she said "WAIT. wait."

"lets watch shrek 2."

so we did and it was horrible. we did not look at each other. we did not say a word. we just sat in stony silence, while shrek 2 played in the background, and when it was done we shook hands. i think we might have been able to salvage that as a friendship if it hadnt been for shrek. as it was she turned white as a sheet and ran away every time she even got a glimpse of me at school, and that summer she moved to a new state to live with her dad. all her friends said she moved just so she wouldn't have to go to school with me anymore, and i dont actually think they were lying.

every time i hear relationship counselors talk about how important communication is, and i'm tempted to roll my eyes, i look back and go, alright. alright. theres probably some poor bastard, somewhere in the world, who doesnt even know that hes married.

and god help him when he figures it out.

other bad dating story here.

[makismei]

❝ YOU A SUPERMAN? OR… A MINUTE MAN?

♡ fem!reader x various

featuring…. gojo satoru, nanami kento & fushiguro toji

cw: 18+, minors dni, squirting, overstim, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, anal play (nanami)

synopsis: who’s pounding till the sun rises and who’s clocking out after one round?!

notes from mei! tbh the title doesn’t really make sense… i listened to mcnasty(?) by jay park when it came out a while back and that lyric really resounded in my soul

GOJO ♡ a quick shot. but his dick stays hard. pretty superman-esque if you ask me.

“you idiot—fuuuck, stop moving your hips!” the sound of both of your cum sloshing together rings in your ears. you’re pushing at his tummy, quivering legs haphazardly thrown over his shoulders and tears bubbling in your lash line.

it feels so full inside of you. you’ve both been going at it for god knows how long; his release smeared on your lower tummy and inner thighs.

satoru moves your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he starts to press weight into each thrust.

“ahh, mmaahhh!” head shaking back and forth on the pillow, “‘m gonna cum! i can’t—satoru, m’ gonna die!”

he’s practically whining, ignoring your pleas with sweat beading down his temple as he plows you relentlessly. “baby, i can’t hold out.”

his head’s thrown back, feeling his dick twitch whenever he kisses your cervix just right, eyes rolling back into his skull.

“y’feel so good baby, why do you feel so good?” he pants, not realizing he’s filling you up with hot ropes of cum. he’s still thrusting and you swear if he keeps this up your bottom half is going to be numb.

still absolutely rock hard inside of you, he turns you on your side, one leg still on his shoulder while he grinds against that one spot that renders you speechless.

“let me have one more, baby.” he whines, legs shaking, “‘m still so hard f’you.”

NANAMI ♡ depends. he’s good at holding himself off, but he also enjoys stuffing you with multiple loads of his cum.

he’s groaning, eyes lidded as he watches you align his cock with your leaky slit. globs of his cum seep from your pussy, soiling his faintly coloured pubic hairs. someway, somehow, you managed to flip your previous positions and he’s the one laying on the mattress instead of you.

“my love,” he breathes, his large hand; callused from his work but still so gentle, caresses your hip, “i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s as if you’re in a rush, scrambling like he’s going to disappear.

you whine, legs quivering when his tip swipes against your entrance. “please, nami, i want you to cum again… it feels s’good.”

he smiles, his other hand reaching out to hold your face, thumb gently stroking against your cheek. “so needy today… have i been neglecting you?”

leaning down, you bury your face into his neck, grinding your soaked pussy onto his hardening cock. you hum shyly, distracting yourself by leaving wet kisses on his neck and shoulder.

he hums, your shyness making him all smug and sappy. “so that’s what it is, huh?”

you feel him harden, before he’s lifting you and dropping you down on his cock. you tense, squealing into his shoulder. languidly, he’s making you fuck down onto him, his own hips jolting up to meet you halfway.

sneakily, a hand makes it’s way down to your ass. he swats playfully before gathering slick at the point where you’re both connected. surprised, your eyes widen when you feel his finger start playing with your rim. it’s gentle, soft massaging as he’s jackhammering into you.

with your legs shaking, he doesn’t bother trying to move your hips, simply doing the work for you.

you’re gushing, liquid drooling from your pusey before you force yourself off of him, practically screaming as you squirt all over his lap. nanami groans, pulling you back down onto him to chase his release.

“oh my god—oh, fuuucckk!!” nails digging into his skin, your eyes roll back from the onslaught of pleasure. “‘s shoo gooood!”

he chuckles in your ear, but it gets cut off with a moan, flooding your cunt with his seed. kissing your tear-soaked cheeks, he smiles against your skin. “still feeling neglected, baby?”

TOJI ♡ one round and he’s hooonkkk mimimi… but he’s fucks nawwstyyy. like. he fucks you so good one round has you nearly passed out and quivering—drool and tears all over the pillow and your squirt leaving a niceee puddle right underneath you.

“that’s right, doll.” he whistles lowly, watching your legs tense, knees lifting themselves off the bed as he continues to bury his fingers into your cunt, his pupils practically dilating as he continuously prods against your sweet spot.

it’s wet and sticky between your legs, pussy glistening under the cheap glow of your bedside night light.

you’re damn near in a downward dog, face smushed into the mattress as your squirt soaks the bed. toji doesn’t let up, toying with your clit as he grins, cock twitching in his boxers.

when you slump face first into the bed, you’re practically drooling as you know what’s coming next. sturdy, thickset fingers knead the globes of your ass, before you feel his heavy cock sneaking it’s way into your slit.

“look at you,” he jeers, leaky tip pressing into your cunt. “being such a sweetheart after i made you squirt a few times.”

he buries himself to the hilt and you think you’re going cross-eyed. “yeah,” he croons, hips finding rhythm and bouncing on the fat of your ass, “you just wanna cum, ain’t that right?”

“yeesshh!” you cry. this position allows him too much control. you’re flat on your stomach, barely holding yourself up from your elbows. toji bares his weight on you, practically humping you and you know, he’s about to cum.

his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly, scarred lips leaving wet kisses on your shoulder. “‘m gonna cum, baby,” he breathes, “you’ll take it, won’t’cha?”

you nod, eyes teary, “mmhm!”

you feel his lips against your skin, grinning. “cum with me baby, c’mon. you got it.”

as if his words have magic, he thrusts a couple more times before he feels you squeeze, and he’s a goner. groaning, he has a feeling you’re squirting again while he’s shooting rope after rope inside of you. he’s dizzy, practically blacking out after he pulls out, wiping you down with his shirt that he’s mistaken for a towel.

he slumps beside you, with his eyes closed, he slings a hefty arm over your waist. you adjust as he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your scapula.

he’s snoring before you know it.

panel is from i’ve become the target of his affection ^.^

[goaskangel]

cw :: noncon creampie, pleasure-drunk reader, babytrapping

johnny’s breeding kink couldn’t be any more obvious by the way he was fucking you, but you stayed oblivious. you never realized just how much he wanted a family with you, just how much he wanted to see the bump on your stomach swell because of him. 

you’d gracefully forbid him of fucking you without a condom, or at the very least not coming inside you. kiss him generously so it gets through his head but you still don’t notice how much he’s trying. keeping a hefty arm around your hips in doggy so you can stay angled; he keeps focus on the back of your head and imagines, instead, his raw cock pumping cum into your walls down to your womb. 

or when you ride him and his eyes, hypnotized on how your little pudge bounces, imagine his seed shooting up whilst you keep riding and dropping your hips as if you were fucking his kids right into you. 

so naturally, at a certain point he loses patience. conveniently for him, you happen to be ovulating and a sucker for his charismatic words. 

he preps you gently and swipes the hair out of your face, telling you, “mah lass, sweet enough to let a mutt like me raw in ya cunt.” teasing his sticky, much too aroused tip in your soppy pussy. you keep your arms a hold of him, kissing his warm neck and ear overly as he slips his cock into you. he swears it—everytime you bless him with the opportunity of fucking you unprotected, just himself inside of you, he can’t help himself. you yelp gently as he digs his growls loudly against your shivering neck. 

and johnny fucks you good and thorough. hips pressing up on you as he bottoms out in your warm, tight cunt—you wonder why you don’t let him do this more often. he whispers against your skin like he’s trying to imprint his praises under you, inside. you’re completely drunk off of it, too much into it that you don’t notice his yet again focused face as he sits back on his knees. 

watching how beautifully you take in his thick cock with every quick thrust he makes, you certainly wouldn't mind if he were to shoot his load deeply and nicely into you, right? with all the pre he’s been pumping into you and dribbling out, he might as well have already gotten you fertilized. 

so he does, with no hesitation, pump your needy cunt with his potent cum. pushing his hips deep to you and releasing with a loud moan and shudder. you freeze, 

“..johnny–” 

“fuckin’..finally..” 

“johnny no—pleaseno—get off of me-” 

“wassa ma'er, hen? yer needy cunt wouldn’t le’me go! had no otha choice.” 

“doesn’t mean you can fucking come inside of me!” trembling hands and a burning up face, you try pushing him away from you, wincing at his kisses, “oh are you fucking serio—”

“ah'll make it up tae ye, ah swear. lemme help.” he pulls his still weepy cockhead out and keeps you held still, going down with your thighs pinned open and watches how your folds dribble out his hot semen slowly, he put it way deep inside—smiling at the thought. 

before you whine again, he presses a hefty kiss against your throbby clit. his poor baby, he thinks, hasn’t come yet, it’s no fair. so he’ll make it up to you! slithering fingers up into your gooey walls and rolling them gently whilst licking and kissing your swollen bud. 

you would’ve been opposed to it because there’s no way fingering it out would prevent pregnancy but the way his textured fingertips roll in waves and rub up on your g-spot, you couldn’t be. johnny’s hot tongue slobbering like the mutt he is on your juicy folds, making you drunk once more, drunk enough so you won’t notice how he’s practically fucking his thick cum deeper into you!