#just keep to myself. in my head. like in a mix of ‘how dare i have interests’ sort of way and a secret second thing (if i start talking

[merevide]

the urge to put every thing i enjoy on my blog as a sort of shrine to my interests vs. the urge to not let anyone know how much i’m consumed by things

[junkissed]

like a chair

member — jeonghan x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.4k synopsis — when jeonghan tells you to sit, you sit. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, face sitting, oral (reader receiving), hair pulling (jh receiving), overstimulation (both receiving), pet names (princess, baby), jeonghan is a dirty little masochist and he cums in his pants notes — jeonghan pussy eater agenda everyone say amen. tagging @duhnova because they'd be mad at me if i didn't

there’s a muffled noise between your legs and you lift your hips up, wincing at the sudden feeling of cold air.

“why’d you move?” jeonghan asks below you, clearly out of breath but pretending not to be. he’s wearing nothing except for his sweatpants, his bare arms wrapped securely around your thighs as he lays against the bed.

you look down at him, unconsciously squeezing your legs around his head when you see the mess around his mouth. his cheeks are a deep shade of pink and his lips are swollen and sticky, glistening with spit and slick. “you were trying to say something?”

“just talking to myself about how good you taste.” he smirks and tugs at your thighs to pull you back down onto his mouth, flicking his tongue upwards through your folds when you try to resist.

you frown and cross your arms, ignoring the tingling in your stomach as you watch his nails dig into your skin, his fingers turning pale at the tightness of his grip. “well, don’t do that. it makes me think i’m suffocating you.”

“princess, i appreciate your concern, but when i say sit on my face, i mean sit. like a chair. don’t think about me.”

“hannie—”

but before you can say anything he yanks you down hard, catching you off guard as you fall against his waiting mouth. you whimper as his lips immediately wrap around your clit, one hand shooting out to grip the headboard to stabilize yourself.

you look down between your legs where you can just barely see the top half of jeonghan’s face, his tangled hair sprawled across the pillow. his eyes are the only part of him that’s visible, hungrily staring straight up at you, as if he’s daring you to sit up again and see what happens.

you throw your head back with a breathy groan. the sloppy sounds coming from beneath you go straight to your core, the knot in your stomach tightening too fast for you to keep up with.

you try your hardest to resist the urge to grind against his mouth, but he knows you too well and knows you’re holding back, which is not what he wants, despite how you worry about him. his hands slide behind your ass and you look down again, finding an almost disappointed look in his eyes as he starts to rock your hips back and forth.

your other hand falls to his hair, weaving your fingers through it and tugging as you give in, dragging your pussy across his tongue with a whine. you can feel him smile against you when you grip his hair tighter, pushing your hips into his eager mouth. 

if there’s one thing jeonghan loves more than anything in the world, it’s when you use him for your pleasure. he usually has to coax you into it at first, not wanting to hurt him, but once your orgasm starts to close in something changes and suddenly you’re more frantic with your movements, more desperate to get off, the only thought occupying your mind is how good the feeling of his mouth, or his fingers or his cock or whatever’s inside you, is.

he lets your hand in his hair guide him, pushing and pulling his head around exactly where you want him. he can tell you’ve stopped thinking, focused only on the feeling of your walls throbbing around his tongue and his nose pressed against your clit. 

he can feel his cock straining against his pants, aching from not being touched, but the wait is well worth it when he finally gets to feel you cum on his mouth. he groans at the thought and you pull his hair harder, moaning out his name as you grind down on his mouth. his grip on your ass tightens, and he can feel his own spit mixed with your wetness dripping down his chin.

“fuck, hannie, right— right there! please,” you gasp out, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head so hard it makes him dizzy.

if his mouth wasn’t currently occupied he would make you beg him for permission before you cum, but he’s feeling generous tonight, as he usually does when you let him eat you out like this.

he purses his lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he can, and he can feel your legs tense up as you finally break, a flood of wetness seeping onto his tongue. your fingers clench and unclench in his hair, almost in rhythm with the way your cunt clenches above his mouth. 

he never lets up, continuing to drag your hips as you ride his face through your orgasm. you try to lift yourself up a little, flinching away from him, but his grip on you is firm. he holds you down against his mouth as he laps at your pussy, determined to clean up every last drop that spills out of you despite your whines and pleas.

he keeps going even when you call his name, the words stuck in your throat as you struggle to breathe through the overstimulation. you tug on his hair one more time to get his attention, but instead it just pushes him over the edge before he can even see it coming.

he nearly blacks out for a second, eyes squeezed shut as he releases a guttural moan into your pussy. his fingers loosen and you finally manage to break away from him, pushing your hips away from his face and falling to the side as your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

without your cunt smothering his face jeonghan finally gasps for air, his mouth hanging open and his chest heaving with shallow, hurried inhales. the dark stain on his sweatpants continues to grow as he lets out soft groans, his cock jerking as warmth floods his abdomen. 

you roll onto your back and look over at him, still panting as you start to catch your breath. watching the distant look in his eyes makes you grin, and you lean over to kiss a dry spot on his cheek. his hand falls to your shoulder as he pulls you closer to kiss you properly, and you whimper at the wetness on his warm lips.

the kiss doesn’t last very long, though, and he pulls back with a long sigh, still trying to even out his breathing. you rest your head on his chest and look up at him, captivated with how fucked out he looks as you wait for him to return to you.

after a moment he looks down at you, meeting your eyes with a mischievous smile. “see? didn’t suffocate,” he says, almost proudly.

you roll your eyes in response, swiping your thumb across his nose to wipe away some of the wetness, though it doesn’t make much of a difference. he sighs again and relaxes into the bed, but you move your fingers to his neck and he tenses up again, grinning when he sees you’re not quite done for the night.

your hand slides down his bare chest, drifting over his defined abs and pausing at the waistband of his sweats before resting on top of the wet spot, adding just a little bit of pressure. he moans and pushes his hips into your hand, shivering as his own overstimulation begins to set in at your touch.

“baby—mmh, too much,” he whimpers, his smile instantly falling. his hand moves on top of yours but his grip is light, his body telling a different story than his words.

you lean over his face and drag your tongue across his chin, keeping your eyes locked with his as you clean up the mess you’d left behind. “can’t believe you came untouched, just from letting me ride your face,” you whisper with a mischievous smile of your own. “you like it, don’t you? it gets you off, when you make me cum all over your tongue.”

“fuck,” he curses, arching his hips off the bed as he pushes his ruined sweats off onto the floor. “i can go again, just wait, please.”

you press another kiss to his puffy lips, deciding to be generous to him, too. “eat me out until you’re hard again and then i’ll suck you off, okay?”

suddenly with newfound energy he flips you onto your back, grinning as he shimmies down the bed and pries your shaky legs apart. “deal.”

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[bones4thecats]

hello, I'm here again and as always you should know who my request is about, as the Tsum event came back my request will be relationship to this, Jamil and Leona dealing with the fact that their Tsums keep stealing all the attention, affection and love from their girlfriends, while Tsum doesn't care and does it on purpose to annoy

Tsum! Ver. Stealing Their S/O's Attention

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Jamil Viper and Leona Kingscholar Name: Tsum! Ver. Stealing Their S/O's Attention Requester: @marinahavik

A/N: Am I the only one who is absolutely adoring these cute tsums?! I actually have a Pluto one (the dog from Mickey Mouse) that I used to take everywhere when I was younger. He looks like this one. I really need to look for it... oh well. I do hope you enjoy this though!

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🐍 He wasn't very enthused when the Tsum! Kalim came into the mix and began to cause just as much chaos as his own original version of the white-haired boy

🐍 But, when he saw his own shaking it's head as it sat on the counter-top, watching Kalim and his Tsum run around with you laughing at their actions, he had to admit, it was kinda nice having these tiny things there

🐍 Now, because of how busy the day was supposed to be with many of the students having Tsums to take care of, Jamil was basically taking a day off, since your Tsum seemingly was working to hold Tsum! Kalim back

🐍 Though, while he knew where Kalim and your Tsums were, he had no idea where his was. Due to this, he was walking around Scarabia's halls to his room while keeping an eye open for his Tsum

🐍 By the time he had met his room, he could hear a small chuckle from behind the wood, so, when he opened it, he expected to see you with one of your fellow classmates

🐍 But, seeing his Tsum sitting in your hair, messing it around in a similar way that Jamil would do when you were being rambunctious. And once he saw you smile at the small creature like how you would at him made his heart ache

🐍 This must be what jealousy feels like

" Rohi, it's getting late. I recommend we start retiring for the night, besides, I believe your Tsum wants to see mine. " " Oh! I didn't realize it was that late! Apologies, your Tsum is just so cute and affectionate, like you! Except he can dig into my hair like a nest, it's so adorable to watch, look! He's doing it again! "

🐍 Jamil stood and watched as Tsum! Jamil dug itself into your hair and you took a small hat that Epel gave you from one of his lessons with Vil and you put it on the small being, much like a make-shift blanket

🐍 As you stared at the Tsum with adore, Jamil glared at the thing with malice. How dare it steal your attention and keep you up so late at night? You needed rest!

🐍 At least that's why he thought he was so moody...

" Rohi... we must rest, I have to wake up early tomorrow like normal. " " Ah, sorry Jamil. Where is my Tsum by the way? This little guy may need a guide because of his size. I don't want him getting trampled by accident. " " I'll bring him there myself, love. You get ready for bed. " " Okay MOM. " " Shut it or I won't let you mess with my hair. "

🐍 Holding the miniature version of him, he walked outside his room and towards the make-shift bed space that Kalim and you made earlier, and once he located your Tsum sitting awake and looking around for his, he smiled gently

🐍 You really did care about him in all worlds, didn't you?

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🦁 He was definitely far from happy when these tiny things came into Savanaclaw, though he did like how his understood the personal space thing he had, unlike yours

🦁 Though, it was technically another version of you, so he'd let it pass just this one thousand times

🦁 Because of the constant sounds of cooing coming from Ruggie to his Tsum, Leona quickly got annoyed once he heard other members of the Collage walking around while speaking to their other-worldly versions

🦁 He had walked back to his room and there he found you holding yours and his Tsums while wrapped in one of his blankets on his bed

🦁 While normally when he saw this he'd get fairly teasing and quippy, watching as you gave more attention to that cub version of him than to the larger one standing right at the doorway, the one who has been there with you for months instead of a measly few hours

🦁 Tapping his foot on the ground as his ears twitched and his tail swayed behind him, Leona gained impatient as you continued to ignore him

" Kipenzi, what are you doing? "

🦁 Looking up from the small version of your boyfriend and you, you smiled and looked at Leona with sparkling eyes

" Leona! I've been watching these little guys for the past few hours. Yours is just as sleeping as you are, isn't that funny? " " Considering we're basically the same person, not really. Now, can you scoot over so I can rest here? I can't stand the sounds of everyone cooing these things... " " Yeah, come on over! "

🦁 Pulling up the blanket for the beastman to crawl underneath, you held the seemingly cuddling duo in your hand as he settled and wrapped himself around you

🦁 He heard you set the Tsums down as you curled up into his arms and begin relaxing to partake in his nap with him

🦁 And once he knew you were asleep, he opened one eye and glared at Tsum! Leona, who glared just as hard right back

'That's right', they both thought, 'nobody hangs with my S/O but me.'

[zhongrin]

𒆙 morax

part 6/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

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“𝓁ord morax! must you keep branding me with these marks?!”

morax blinked owlishly as you barged into his little office. he would have immediately beheaded others who would dare act so boorish, but your presence - nevermind the fact you were glaring at him - would always be welcomed into even the most private corners of his life, so he merely leaned back on his golden throne, abandoning the papers waiting for his approval as he gazed at you like you were the whole universe. his cor lapis-lined tail coiling behind the chair thumped lightly on the ground as he spotted the tokens he had so graciously placed on your skin.

“…. yes?”

the honest answer seemed to have made you double back. you could tell from his clueless expression that he bore no remorse for his actions.

“i must beseech you to restrain yourself. the adepti dare not even raise their heads when i talk to them!“

“but… unlike minerals and other inorganic materials, your skin heals, so naturally i must renew the imprints every now and then. i cannot fathom what made you so displeased? i have taken precautions so the process would be enjoyable to you at the very least… or are you saying that the act was not pleasurable for you after all?”

you had to resist the urge to facepalm, but you couldn’t help the natural reaction of your cheeks starting to sizzle with warmth. morax’s gentle smile lilted into a slightly cheeky grin, and he beckoned you to come over. you both praised and berated yourself inwardly when you obeyed his command like a faithful pup, knowing to seat yourself on his lap.

“are you not proud to bear the proof that you are mine, my dear? if it truly upsets you, i… will try my best to reign in my instincts. but you know how i always seem to lose myself in the heat of the moment…,” his kisses journeyed from your temple down your neck and shoulder, a silent plea for leniency.

it would have been a sweet and innocent gesture if his hands hadn’t wandered above your silken robes.

“my lord….”

“mmm… i’m sorry, darling, it’s the dragon instincts,” he nuzzled lovingly onto the junction of your neck, and you quickly felt both the heat and his arousal rise. quite literally, that was. “your smell mixed with mine is just too tantalizing to ignore. to illustrate, would you be able to pass by a banquet full of your favored delicacies without salivating?”

“perhaps not, but i would be able to refrain from devouring the whole banquet like some greedy buffoon,” you faked a reprimanding tone, eyebrows raised.

“which proves that you are, in some ways, stronger than me,” his arms tightened around you, geo-lined appendages sneakily slipping beneath your garment to rub your inner thighs, before trailing over your dampened underwear, “though it seems to me that you’re putting up a front…”

you were torn between rolling your eyes or blushing in embarrassment, “perish the salacious thoughts. i came straight from the bedchambers, my lord.”

“ah, so these are both your arousal and the remnants of our passionate love last night? how delightful. no wonder you smell like the most fragrant and mouthwatering delicacy in the whole teyvat,” he pressed his lips on one of the hickeys, staring in contemplation at your body nestled on his lap, an idea brewing like the freshest tea in his mind, “say, darling… i know you’re tired, but won’t you at least let this lovestruck lizard steal a morsel from the figurative banquet? just a little arrangement to tide me over until the moon graces our nation.”

“….. i will consider your proposal; enlighten me.”

you really, really should have thought twice about making contracts with a dragon.

seated snugly on top of your beloved’s lap after he had - far too easily, much to his delight and your fervent embarrassment - eased you onto his cocks, his non-dominant hand poised to lightly rub your abdomen, right on the bulge indicating the way he was all nestled inside your tight heat. his other hand had long since left your hip and was in the process of writing some kind paperwork to ensure the construction of what shall be a prosperous harbor sometime in the far future would be going smoothly — or something along that line. he might have sort of meandered about it as he worked, but alas, you were too distracted to actually listen to his words, clenching and squirming like a bunny in heat instead.

morax hummed. momentarily, he set his pen down against the polished sandbearer wood of his desk. his slender fingers reached up to lightly brush and wrap around your throat. your breath hitched, heart soaring like a hummingbird, cunt trembling. he wasn’t even putting any pressure ー just a light touch. a warning. and yet the message was there; even more pronounced with the verbal warning whispered right beside your ear.

"mind your manners, darling."

you nodded with a whimper, gulping and feeling his fingers lightly caressing your pulse point before they detached themselves from your heated skin to curl elegantly around the pen once more. the deity resumed talking as if whatever happened was a delusional wet dream you conjured out of desperation this fine afternoon, but this time, you ceased squirming. he gave you a soft kiss on your nape as a reward. pride permeated your veins, your eyelashes fluttering and fists clenching in an attempt to control yourself.

"not to fret, your patience will be rewarded," he purred, deep and velvety and smooth, his breath tickling your skin, burning your nerves and sending your arousal lurching. perhaps you should have begged for him to relent to his depraved desires and devour the whole banquet instead.

the hand on your tummy trailed upwards to settle on your chest, palming idly before rolling a painfully hard nipple between the calloused pads of his fingers, the gentle movement a complement to the cold sensation of his rings pressing onto soft, sensitive flesh. sparks bloomed like fireworks and slick trickled down your stuffed pussy. yet still, you obeyed with trembling thighs; the only body part moving being your walls, squeezing around his cock, wishing for it to move and bully your sweetest spots with hard and precise series ofー

"so well behaved for me...."

you swore you heard him chuckle.

"my good mate."

he graciously bestowed you a new mark on your neck and a teasing little thrust, just enough for the two heads to peck your cervix like a teasing lover, savoring the enchanting wail falling from your lips.

“oh, this archon can’t wait to utterly ruin you tonight.”

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[jordyn14]

Do or Drink | Joe Burrow

Summary: A little game night with Joe sounded like a good idea, but when the dares get a little risky, it’s impossible to resist Joe.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem reader// first person

Words: 3954

Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please

Joe and I were currently downstairs. I was sitting down on the couch opening up a new box of cards called 'Do or Drink,' and putting the different colored cards on the coffee table in front of me. My legs were curled up onto the couch and when I set the last cards down on the table, I looked back at Joe to see him pouring us some Vodka behind our bar. Per my request, he added other things to the drinks so they weren't as strong. I wanted to feel the alcohol a little bit, but I didn't want to get drunk, especially because I knew this game would be fun. I watched as Joe poured the vodka into each of our glasses before setting it back down on the counter. After he picked up the cap and began to twist it on the bottle, he looked up at me and we made contact. I was leaning over the couch and couldn't keep a straight face.

My man was so hot and Joe knew it. He knew that every time we made eye contact, I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing red. He truly knew that he was a hot person too and that confidence only made him hotter. "Joey hurry, I'm getting excited." I said with a smile as joe poured other things into the drink and started to mix it with a metal mixer. "Okay, okay, it's done." Joe said and picked both of them up. While he made his way over to me, I turned back around and started to read the directions over again. The game was simple. You pick up a card, read the little dare on it, which could range from PG-13 to very, very, inappropriate, and either choose to do the dare or take a shot. Instead of taking shots, Joe and I decided to just take a sip of alcohol because we didn't want to get drunk too fast, depending on how long this game went on for.

I looked up at Joe as he sat down right next to me and set down our drinks. I picked up mine and brought it closer to me before rubbing my hands together. "I really hope this is fun." I laughed a little bit and picked up a card. "Trust me, it will." Joe chuckled as he rubbed his hands together and sat back on the couch, starting to manspread. I flipped the card and read it out loud. "Call your ex and tell them you want to get back together. Do this, take two shots, or quit playing." I said and shook my head, going to grab my drink. "Damn, that was fast." Joe laughed and watched as I took a hearty sip of alcohol. I set it back down and watched as Joe picked up his. "I don't even know where that dick is now." I laughed a little bit. Joe flipped over his card and chuckled to himself a little bit, putting his hand over his mouth slightly.

"Oh my gosh what is it?" I asked. Joe continued to laugh before he took a deep breath and composed himself. "Open your front door and yell at the top of your lungs," Joe started to say but continued to laugh. I started to laugh at how much Joe was struggling to get whatever it was out, so I leaned over to read it myself. Joe Angled the card towards me and I started to laugh even more. "I love Anal. No way." We both laughed. While laughing, Joe leaned forwards and grabbed his drink. "Can you imagine if someone heard?" I laughed. Joe took a big sip and then set his drink down. "Yeah. Latest news on Joe burrow, Cincinnati Bengals QB, he apparently loves anal." Joe said, pretending to read a news article about himself. "Hey, you might get more male fans." I laughed.

Joe looked at me like I was crazy and then elbowed me slightly. "Okay, Your turn." He chuckled. I picked up a card and read it. "Ooh now this one I can do. Name the sexiest feature of every person in the group or drink 6 times." I said and out the card back down. "Well apart from the obvious." I said, hinting at Joe's dick. Joe chuckled as I looked over at him and made eye contact with him. I looked at his extremely gorgeous blue eyes. They were amazing. I looked at his hair and that curl that always hung on his forehead. I looked at his jawline, his perfect lips and nose. I looked down to his body and his legs. "This is impossible, I literally love every single feature on you." I said, finding it impossible to pin point my most favorite thing. "Come on, name one thing that you love most of all." Joe said.

I scanned him more before my eyes landed on his hands. Those hands were definitely one of my favorites, and right now, I knew that I needed to say his hands. "Your hands." I said. I looked at Joes hands and all of the veins that were so visible and trailed up his arm. Those long fingers which I loved to feel inside of me. Even those bracelets that he always wore which he's been wearing less often because he needs to wear a brace somethings. I tore my eyes off of his hands and up to his eyes where he was smirking down at me with that cocky look in his eyes. "Oh stop it, you told me to name one of my favorite features so I did. Your turn." I laughed and elbowed him this time. "Hey, I didn't say anything." He put his hands up in a surrendering manner and reached over to grab a card.

"You didn't have to, those eyes said everything for you." I said. Joe picked up the card and read it with a laugh. "Okay, I'm seriously getting the stupid ones over here. Deep throat your banana or take a shot." Joe said and looked at me with a less than amused look on his face. I started to pretend to get off of the couch, acting like I was going to go get a banana from upstairs. "Sit your ass back down." Joe laughed and grabbed my arm. I sat back down with a laugh and picked up Joe's drink for him. "Welp, drink up." I said and handed it to him. Joe took it with a little eye roll and a smile and took a big gulp of his drink. Joe wiped his lips with the back of his hand before setting it back down.

Since it was my turn again, I picked up another card. I read it to myself and was about to read it out loud but instead set the card down and faced Joe more so I could do the small dare. "Are you gunna tell me?" Joe asked me, raising his eyebrow. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly put my finger in my mouth. I began to suck on my finger very sexually while never breaking eye contact with Joe. As I sucked on my finger, Joes eyebrows both raised and he fidgeted in his seat. I smiled with my finger still in my mouth, knowing I was turning him on. Finally, I pulled my finger out of my mouth with a little 'pop.' I began to laugh a little bit as Joe clenched his jaw slightly and began to adjust himself in his pants, his cheeks flushing red from watching me suck on my finger. I knew he was imagining it was his dick.

Joe wouldn't take his eyes off of me, so to stop him, I picked up a card for him and handed it to him without reading it. With a small glare, Joe picked up the card and read it. A smirk grew on his face as he read it and then looked up at me and set the card down. "Karmas a bitch, get on your hands and knees." Joe said, the smirk only growing on his face. "What, why?" I asked him. When he only gave me a shrug and waited for me to get on my hands and knees on the couch, I reached over for the card, wanting to know why, but he quickly grabbed the card away from me and slid it into his pocket so I could reach it. "Get on your hands and knees." He said. My core began to throb just from him saying this and my heart beat sped up in my chest.

I really wish it said fuck the person in front of you, because right now, I was horny just like Joe was. Listening to Joe, I got on my hands and knees, unable to suppress my laugh at how silly this probably looked since we were both clothed. I heard Joe shuffle on the couch before his hands found my waist. I sucked in a breath at the initial contact, but that wasn't even the best part. As soon as he grabbed onto my waist, he pulled my hips back to him slightly, just like if we were having sex. As soon as he pulled my hips back and my ass came in contact with his waist, I could feel his boner pressing up against me. I let out a small anticipatory groan at the fact that we couldn't have sex and moved my hips slightly against him. Joe soon started to move his hips as well, sliding his clothes boner up against my clothed heat which by now was soaking wet. "Fuck." Joe said at the feeling of him grinding up against me.

I dropped my head a little bit, getting hornier and hornier every time I felt his rock hard dick press against my heat. Finally, I reached back and swatted Joe's arm away from my waist. "Joe you have to stop." I said. As soon as I said this, Joe released me and moved to sit back down where he originally was. When I finally got off of my hands and knees and sat down, we were both a little flustered, the both of us extremely horny. "Fuck." Joe chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. I looked down to his crotch while trying to steady my breathing and saw the big tent in his pants. Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it on his waist. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and looked up at me all confused. "I'm already horny enough. I don't need to see your boner right now." I said.

The both of us chuckled before I calmed down enough to pick up another card. I hoped it wasn't another sex position card because I didn't know how long I could last for. "Why?" I asked myself as I read my card. Joe just waited for me to read it. "Take off 3 articles of clothing or finish all of the players drinks." I said. I would need to take off 3 pieces of clothing. There was no way I could finish Joe's drink and my drink. They were pretty strong and I didn't want to get drunk tonight. "I can tell this game isn't lasting very much longer." Joe chuckled as I set the card down. "Which ones do I do? I don't want to be fully naked." I laughed and started with my shirt, leaving me only in a bra. Joe looked down to my chest and licked his lips. I took off my socks and then stood up.

Once up, I grabbed the sides of my sweatpants and started to take them off. Once they were down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my panties. Joe looked at me, finding it hard to take his eyes off of me as he swallowed hard. I sat back down and curled my feet up onto the couch, goosebumps covering my skin from the lack of clothing. I looked over to see Joe staring at me. "Earth to Joe??" I asked with a small laugh. Joe snapped out of it and brought his eyes back up to mine. "Right." He said and grabbed a card. Joe read the card and as soon as he did, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've got to be kidding me. I feel like I should drink. I don't know how much longer I can last." Joe said, referring to his boner and the fact that we keep getting pretty sexual ones.

“Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" I giggled a little bit and reached for the card. Joe pulled it away from me with a chuckle and said, "fine. I need to put my hand in your panties for 2 minutes then." Joe said with a deep breath, preparing himself for this next one. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I'd be able to go 2 whole minutes with Joes hand down my panties without him touching me. "Easy money. Let's go." I said, hyping myself up while I leaned back on the couch more so Joe had easier access. Within a few seconds, Joes hand went from resting on his lap to finding its way over to me. His hand brushed against my lower stomach before slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a small breath at the initial feeling of him sliding his hand slowly into my panties and with his other hand, he got his phone out of his pocket and set it down on the couch so he could countdown.

Finally, his hand went down far enough and stopped. I refused to make eye contact with Joe. I knew that if I looked at him and saw those gorgeous blue eyes flooded with lust, strong jawline, and that cocky look on his face, that I wouldn't be able to let him take his hand out of my pants without him fingering me. I stared straight ahead instead and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, although I couldn't calm my racing heart beat and the throb that intensified with every passing second that his hand was in my panties. Just when I thought I was going to make it, Joe moved his fingers and one of them ghosted over my swollen and aching clit. I sucked in a breath and grabbed onto his hand. "Joseph," I said through gritted teeth, "stop moving your fingers." I said.

"Hey, you know I fidget a lot." Joe said. I glanced over at him and saw that smirk on his face. Damn. He was really enjoying watching me struggle with having his hands down my panties. "Well that isn't part of the dare, so stop it." I said. I looked down at his phone and just hoped that the time would be up soon. To take my mind off of it, I bit the inside of my cheek and put a little pressure on it, which did the trick. Finally, the two minutes were up, so Joe reluctantly took his hand out of my panties and began to chuckle at how hard it was for me. "You're a dick, you know that, right?" I laughed a little bit and fixed the waistband of my panties a little bit. "Oh come on. You love it." Joe chuckled some more and handed me another card.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh and flipped the card around. "No way. I'm drinking. I can't do this one. What’s with all the sexual ones?” I said and reached for my drink. "Wait, let me read it." Joe said and reached for the card. Once he grabbed it, he read it and nodded to himself. "There's no way you're getting out of this one. Lay down so I can clean your inner thigh." Joe said excitedly and put the card down. "What? No." I said, not wanting to add to the level of horniness I was currently feeling. "Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" Joe asked me with that adorable smile, copying exactly what I said when he read the previous card. "I am enjoying this game. To make it last, you better not try anything." I said with a glare, although I couldn't stop smiling. Joe reached forwards and grabbed my hips. With a giggle, he set me down on the couch.

Reaching behind my head, I grabbed the pillow and threw it on the ground so I was laying completely flat on the couch. Joe faced me and then grabbed my leg. I glanced down at him before propping myself up on my elbows. Joe started at my ankle and started to kiss up my entire leg. I let out a few sighs as he headed up towards my thigh. When he finally got to my actual thigh, he began to lick and kiss at the soft skin of my inner thigh and then trailed his lips up farther. Kissing, sucking, and biting. Continuous sighs fell from my parted lips at how close he was to my heat and when he went up farther, his nose brushed over my aching clit. I sucked in a breath and then let out a small moan. "Joe." I groaned out, knowing that if he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to either.

Joe just replied by angling his head up slightly and making eye contact with me. Fuck it. I reached down and grabbed onto the sides of my panties, trying to pull them down. As soon as I moved and decided to end the game early, Joe reached forwards with his other hand and put it on my chest, pushing me back gently. I leaned back and laid down flat on the couch while Joe grabbed the sides of my panties. "Hurry." I said quickly, needing him to touch me. I lifted my butt up slightly to help Joe get them off and then he slid them off my legs. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor below us and then put both of his hands on my knees and spread them apart. "You're so fucking wet." Joe said. I looked down to see Joe staring down at my heat, his chest rising and falling quickly, flustered over seeing me like this.

“Joey." I groaned, needing his mouth on me and his fingers in me. I heard Joe moving on the couch and then within a few seconds, Joe blew cold air onto my wet fold. I let out an anticipatory moan at the feeling and fidgeted. Joe then grabbed both of my legs and pulled me towards him slightly. After a few seconds, I felt Joes tongue run through my slit before his tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck." I swore, arching my back slightly. Joe began to suck and lick at my clit, making soft moans fall from my parted lips. Once he sucked on my clit long enough, I felt his fingers sliding through my slit, but not in me yet. I clenched over nothing and fidgeted even more, needing his fingers inside of me. "Please." I said while moaning, his mouth never leaving my clit.

As soon as I said this, Joe slid two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan at the feeling, not expecting him to put both fingers in so quickly as he usually lets me get used to the feeling of one first. He then began to thrust his fingers in and out of me, creating a steady rhythm. "Oh my gosh." I practically cried out at the feeling. My whole body coursed with pure ecstasy and I wanted to feel this way forever. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started to close Joe's head between my thighs. Joe's mouth detached from my clit but still fingered me. "Keep your legs open for me baby." Joe groaned. I bit my lower lip, finding it hard to keep my legs open, but finally moved my thighs apart with a loud moan. "That's it. Just like that." He said before going right back to what he was doing.

After doing that for a few more seconds, he added a third finger. The feeling of him stretching me out with just his fingers almost sent me over the edge. "Oh Joey." I moaned, sealing my eyes shut, unable to keep them open. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other. I wanted to feel this every single second of every single day. He continued to thrust his fingers into me while sucking and licking at my clit. Eventually, I forced my eyes open to look at Joe and I saw him using the couch as a form of relief. While he worked me into a frenzy, he started to grind his hips into the couch, seeking out any kind of relief he could. Just as I looked at Joe, he looked up at me and we made eye contact. Joe smirked a little bit and then sucked on my clit more intensely and curled his fingers inside of me, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the soft flesh.

"Oh my gosh!" I practically screamed and collapsed on the couch. My back arched and I started to pull away from Joe, the pleasure proving to be too much. It was impossible to lay still on the couch with Joe down below me, pleasuring me in so many ways. I reached down with one hand and ran my fingers through Joe's hair before pulling at it slightly. I lifted my butt off of the couch as he once again curled his fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit. I felt Joe's hand on my lower stomach and he pushed me back down on the couch. I moaned loudly as I felt a knot in my stomach. I curled my toes and instead of pulling at Joe's hair, brought it down to where Joe's mouth was sucking on my clit. Although it felt amazing, it was starting to hurt a little too much.

"Too much." I moaned out. Joe listened immediately and instead started to flick his tongue over my clit, knowing that always made me crumble under him. Within a few seconds, that knot was back and I moaned his name one last time before my orgasm washed over me. "Joe!" I moaned out one last time before my body began to shake. My legs shook like crazy as Joe curled his fingers inside of me one last time before pulling them out of me. Joe's tongue left my clit and instead was placed in my slit, licking at my arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop. "I need you inside of me." I moaned once my high washed over me. I spread my legs some more just as Joe's head came back up and made eye contact with me. His hair was messy and sticking up because of me and he was breathing heavily. He had that dark and lust-filled look in his eyes as he crawled on top of me. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine, tasting the remnants of myself. After a few seconds, Joe leaned back and looked down at me. "Are you ready?" Joe asked me. "Yeah." I sighed. I let out an anticipatory moan and prepared myself for Joe to thrust into me.

[heartcereql]

"𝐩𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬"

☆ tommy shelby x fem!wife!reader

𝐂𝐖- mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy loss, mentions of death, cursing, not proofread.

you hadn't dared to move since the doctors last came and spoke to you. you had barely blinked. it was like everything inside of you had suddenly stopped. you had stopped hearing the busy chattering of nurses in the hallway, the clattering of metal here and there. you had stopped smelling the clean cotton of the hospital bedsheets, the sweat that had now dried all over your body. you had stopped feeling the way your hair stuck to your forehead, and the lingering feeling of rubber gloves all over your skin. you had stopped tasting the blood on your lips from all the anxious biting; and only reminiscences of the anguished screams.

you only counted the times you inhaled and exhaled, focused only on your breath as tears fell from your eyes, silent and unnoticed.

in... seventy-three... out.

and again. wishing they carried some other mystical power to relieve your pain other than keeping your mind busy, you felt limp. like all life had just expired from you. in a way, it had. you felt empty because you were. after all this time, there was nothing.

your silence and self absortion was, however, disrupted by loud fluttering in the corridors, voices shrieking louder everytime. you gained consciousness over yourself again, slow but steady. your hands, now trembling faintly again, wiped out the recent and dried tears on your face, the touch feather-like, as you didn't have much force left in you.

but, amidst the chaos of voices, footsteps, trays and other unidentifiable noises, you found a voice you did recognize.

"-the fuck is she? i will find her myself if i fucking have to"

you perked your head at the familiar voice, irking straighter at the sound of your husband.

"sir, we've told you, she's not stable enough for-"

but tommy interrupted the nurse again. "where is my wife?"

"sir! you can't reach her now, she's-"

thud. after another voice told the nurse to just take mr shelby to your room, for the love of whoever was listening, the voices seemed to cool down and then the chatter and steps intensified as they approached your door.

"you stay away" was tommy's last warning to the nurse, before barging in.

you had tried to look away from the door, focusing on the green tiles of the hospital floor, desperately attempting to hide your vulnerability to tommy. but your eyes betrayed you, immediatly shooting up at your husband as he entered the space.

his cheeks were rosy, probably a mix from the cold weather outside and all the shouting to the nurses. his eyes weren't harsh and piercing, as many would recall; they just showed preoccupation. his cap was on his hand, held tightly out of nervousness.

"what? what happened? how are you? how is she?" tommy bombarded you with questions since the second he walked into the hospital room, rushing to your side.

your eyes were red and puffy, tears dried out and wiped away on your skin. your lip quivered when you spoke, as did your hands. "i'm sorry. i am so, so sorry, tom, i-"

you couldn't finish, for you broke into sobs. he laced a hand with yours, while the other came to hold your head, petting your hair in an attempt to calm you down.

"what happened, eh?" he asked, tracing the patterns he knew relaxed you where his skin touched yours.

he tried to remain calm. nevertheless, alarm was ringing through his body.

all sorts of questions and thoughts raced through tommy's mind. questions about his daughter, fear of the worst, worry about his wife. he pressed a kiss to your temple gingerly, as you let out a shaky breath, gripping his hand tighter.

"she- oh god." you paused to wipe some tears and to catch your breath after a hiccup. "when the nurses pulled her out, she-she wasn't, tommy she was-" you couldn't finish the sentence.

and you didn't have to. tommy could guess how it ended, and he pulled you closer to him, resting his chin on top of your head as you wept into his shoulder, gripping him as if he was going to disappear. as if he was going to disappear too.

the fact that tommy wasn't crying didn't mean by any chance he didn't want to. his eyes stung and he wanted nothing but to break down. but not there, not with you. because you needed him.

he was still recovering from the shock as well. everything was perfect a few hours ago, when you'd gone into labor. so what had happened? and why to you?

your voices danced; you muttering quavering 'sorry's, tommy gently reassuring you that it was okay, and that it wasn't your fault. but the feeling of impotence was constantly hovering over you; the guilt, the rage, the sadness, the fear, all the emotions blended together to overwhelmingly drown you.

"i'm sorry, tom" you snifled, voice sounding suddenly too young, too fragile.

he just held you tighter, closing his eyes as if that would make the pain go away.

after some moments, you pulled away. now your breathing was more controlled at tears only welled in your eyes.

"she wasn't breathing. when the nurses pulled her out, she wasn't-" hiccup "fuck, sorry. she wasn't breathing, tom..." you ended the sentence in a whisper.

you then told him what the nurses had tried to explain to you in your hysterical state. though you were now considerably calmer, you still refused to meet his eyes, as if they would only confirm that your daughter was dead even before she was born.

"she choked on the umbilical cord apparently. nothing they could do; she was born dead" you explained, voice breaking but managing to keep the tears at bay. pain stung in your chest, anxiety, desolation and guilt clawing and scratching you inside out.

"fuck.." tommy muttered under his breath. he ran a hand over his temple, curling it then into his hair.

but he grabbed you hand with his free one, a silent vow of inconditional solace, a reminder of the promise to forever be there for each other.

as he noticed your eyes watering again, he gave a gentle squeeze to your hand. " 's okay" he mumbled, his voice hoarse but still soft. " 's gonna be alright." tommy pressed a kiss to your hand, your fingers and knuckles icy under his lips. "everything's gonna be alright".

as he put your hand back down to rest at your side, tommy stood up and leaned down a bit to embrace your quivering figure into a hug.

"i won't be long, love, i just have to go for a moment" he softly said, voice so unusually calm for him. making his way to the door, he was stopped in his tracks when you called his name.

"tom" you called again, making him turn to face you. "don't go, please" you said, your voice breaking at your plea.

he froze in his spot. he was mentally and emotionally wrecked, but still, he knew he couldn't just let the world he had built for himself, for you (even for her, though he didn't even dare think about it), fall apart.

"o-or don't, i'll be fine. sorry, it was stupid and pretentious. just stop by-"

but he was by your side again before you could even finish your sentence.

"i'm not going anywhere. i'm staying." he mumbled in a raspy whisper, sitting down next to you on the bed and bringing your hand in his again, his eyes watery. "'m staying."

you nodded, mumbling a quiet 'okay' and clutching his hand tighter.

he was staying.

[sxeetkxtty]

I wanna kidnap you when you’re walking home all alone. Tie you up with rope and throw you in the back of my car.

You’ll wake up many many hours later, tied to my bed and feeling all weird and sore in between your legs. Slowly you’ll understand, when I walk back in with my cock fully erect for you, that the warmth between your legs is the first of many, many loads I’m gonna force into your sweet little cunnie.

I’ll slap your face with my thick cock and tell you ‘feeding time’ as I force my cock into your mouth. I’ll hold your hair and you’ll cry around my cock as it violates your throat. I moan as I feel your tongue and throat is so warm and wet for me and I tell you that I’m sorry that I had to abduct you but you just looked so sexy. So slutty. Your little body was too tempting not to pick up and abduct.

I’ll keep forcing my cock into your throat and your tears will mix with your mascara, making you an absolute mess. I’ll slap your face with my hand while you suck my dick and then I’ll pull out of your mouth and rub that spit and drool all over your face. I’ll make sure you look like a fucking mess and I’ll lean in and say ‘that’s what a good dirty fucktoy looks like…’

I take off your clothes as you struggle, uselessly, against me & keep trying to push me off. So I slap you really hard on the side of your head and tell you to stop resisting or I’ll get really angry this time. There’s a bark to my voice that makes your little cunt start to leak and I notice it, mocking you for being such a filthy slut who loves pain. I slap you hard again and tell you that I’m sorry but you’ll never know freedom again, you’re now my cocksocket forever. Once I strip you down completely, I push your legs back and slap my cock on your cunt, it’s gushing wet from all the abuse but you whimper ‘no, please don’t… please stop I beg of you please…’ but I don’t listen. I slap my cock on your entrance once more and thrust into you and your dumb mouth betrays you, as you moan loud when I slam into you all the way. I choke you until you can barely breathe as I keep ramming into your dumb cunt, whispering about how you had to be such a tease, had to get me all worked up and want to put you in your place and abuse and use you.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing now, I’m using your holes and abusing you and you’re moaning for it. Look at you, enjoying being helpless. I could untie your restraints and you wouldn’t even dare to resist or run would you? Because you have always wanted this. You’ve always wanted to be kidnapped and taken by an older man. Here I am, you little slut. The man of your dirty wet dreams, forcefully fucking you. Feeling your cunt clench and unclench on my thick cock I know you’re gonna cum soon.

So cum, cum all over this thick cock. Lose your mind and your fake sense of entitlement. You are now nothing but a toy. Someone to take load after hot load of cum and live with me forever. You’ll never know freedom again, you’ll never want to hang with your family or friends again. I’ll let you go from here and you might attend school and graduate, but every day, you will come back to me. To cum for me. To cum on my cock like my good little cocksocket. Like a dumb little cock starved fuckpet. That’s because you know where you belong. You belong in service to a man who knows how to use and abuse you.

You’re just a set of holes to be filled, and nothing else. Another good girl broken by my cock. Another good girl, lost to her fantasies of an older man. Another good girl, used and ripped apart. Another good girl, cumming on her abuser’s thick cock as he pushes his load deep into your cunt, flooding you with his swimmers.

- 😘😘😘

i asked for it!!! it was my fault for wearing such a slutty outfit outside ofc a man was going 2 rape me! deep inside thats what i wanted, what my body craved even if my mind didnt.. you know i hate u for ruining my innocence right?

i hate u! i hate u! i hate u sm! even if my cunnie is drippy and i touch myself thinking of what u did 2 me, needing ur abuse again and again… craving my rapist

[gardnhee]

you’ll always love me - L.HS

✧₊⁺. warning(s)- fluff, anstyyy, highschool au, mentions of cheating, proofread, intentional lowercase, cursing - lmk if i missed anything !

✧₊⁺. student!hee x student!afab!reader

✧₊⁺. song rec. el malo - aventura

✧₊⁺. wc. 1.1k

✧₊⁺. note. when i was listening to this it reminded me of heeseung so here i am writing about it (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

with your head rested upon your arms, you stared at the cup of milk your friend had brought from the cafeteria. long forgotten, melted ice creating a thick layer of water that easily mixed with just a swirl of your dainty finger.

faint chatter floated through the hallway in small murmurs, a stark contrast to the utter silence that enveloped the classroom. you sighed, gazing out the window, only to be met with girls laughing, boys - who swore were mature yet acted completely opposite to such statement - ran about, playing pranks on people like twelve year olds. your attention traveled to the clock nailed right above the chalkboard, 12:40 pm. you groaned, realizing there’s still a long, agonizing hour of lunch left.

as the door creaked open, you jerked in your seat, awkwardly pursing your lips when you made eye contact with whoever dared disturb your solitude.

tall, painfully bright smile, purple hair with a hint of orange, honey like skin, and grin inducing eyes.

“hi…heeseung…” you say rather glumly, rolling your eyes as a bothersome tickle blossomed in your chest.

you divert your eyes, ignoring the smug look on his face.

“where’s your boyfriend, pretty?” he questions, studying his surroundings as he walks to you.

“i don’t know where jay is, and don’t call me that.” you sneer, making the boy wince in faux pain.

“you hurt me, truly.” heeseung jokingly protests, resting his whole body weight on one arm, palm planted on your desk. he sends you an ear-to-ear smile, which you smack away with a frown.

“why do you want to know where he is, anyway?”

the anticipating male knits his eyebrows, “oh, i’m not asking for myself.” he continues, “he said he’d be back uh…..” checks his watch, then peers back at you, “right before lunch started?” heeseung tilts his head, “where is he now?”

“what? how do you know that?”

“we have the same class, did you forget?”

“oh. right.” with a dismissive nod, you keep your eyes on the window. he sucks his teeth, leaning forward.

“don’t go quiet on me now, i need you to think.”

“go away, heeseung. ‘m not in the mood for your bullshit right now.”

“i’m serious.”

“so am i, leave me alone.”

he sighs, whipping his phone out and placing it on the desk before you. “yn. look.” you didn’t, stare fixed on the window.

“yn! look! dammit…”

“fine! my fucking go-“

your lungs compressed as your breath hitched.

“that’s fake, heeseung. that can’t be true.” with a shaky voice, you grab the phone, this just can’t be fucking true - you hoped it wasn’t true.

“now why the fuck would i fake this? it’s so obviously jay with yet another girl.”

“‘yet another girl?’ fuck does that mean, heeseung?”

“it means you need to open your eyes.”

“no, you’re doing this because…” you stop in order to gather your thoughts, “because you’re not over me and you want me back. that’s right, yeah.”

heeseung scoffs at your dumb attempt to convince yourself, “you’re right, i still love you and that’s why i’m looking out for you. jay’s been jumping from girl to girl while you obliviously sit around looking stupid.” he shakes his head, “i can’t even begin to understand why you got with an asshole like him.”

“you’re pathetic.” you violently seethe as you stand and try to walk away.

“seriously?-“

“yes! who the hell do you think you are coming in here and telling me this?”

“hey, what are you getting mad at me for?” heeseung is visibly upset, and much to your luck, also right. he’s not at fault nor does he deserve your anger.

“why are you doing this…?”

he sighs in frustration, taking his headphones from his neck and setting them down on your desk, “look, yn. this is not the first girl he’s-“

“then why didn’t you tell me sooner? hm?”

“because you never let me get close to you anymore! how was i supposed to tell you?!”

“you’re my ex, hee, of course i don’t want you anywhere near me!”

“you don’t mean that.” his voice is low, solemn, as he looks at you with soft eyes.

“how would you know that?”

“look at me in the eyes and say it with your chest, then.” heeseung steps closer, driving you to stumble back against a desk.

“i mean it.”

“and i don’t believe it.” he scans for any sort of emotion on your face, and finds it. god, he can read you like an open book.

“i refuse to believe that he loves you better than i did. i refuse to believe he knows when, where, and how to kiss you. i refuse to believe he knows all the spots that make you see stars. i refuse, yn.”

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out, so heeseung took this as an opportunity to speak again. “you’ll always love me, i’ll always love you. and whether you want to believe what you just saw or not, deep down i know you don’t care because your heart belongs to me.” he cages you in until you’re half-sitting on the wooden surface.

“can you grab my phone, please?” you quietly instruct.

“yn-“

“please?”

heeseung nods, rummaging through your school bag and handing you the phone.

“thank you.” you quickly open jay’s message, furiously typing as heeseung tries to peek at the screen. you tsk, bringing the phone to your chest.

“what did you send?”

“he’s not my boyfriend anymore.” you shrug, snorting at the way he tries to keep his excitement at bay.

“you’re right, you know?” he hums as you bite your lip, “i’ll always love you. i mean…it was 3 years, after all…” heeseung nods in agreement, leaning back on your desk as you’re both facing each other, long legs on either side of yours.

you gaze into his eyes, so sincere, so beautiful. why did you ever let him go? yes, he failed you at times and vice versa, you’ve had arguments like any other relationship, but it was nothing major like… well, cheating. heeseung always stayed loyal to you no matter the circumstances.

he glances at your lips, then your eyes. a calm silence fell between, nothing to say except, “can you kiss me?” you utter just above a whisper. he seizes your waist, eagerly pressing his lips to yours. the kiss was demanding, dripping with longing, regret, euphoria.

you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you onto the table. heeseung pulled back, caressing your thighs.

“can i be your boyfriend?… again?” you giggle, hugging him.

“of course, silly.”

“one more thing.”

“yes, heeseung?”

“i love you.”

“oh, i know!” you beam, earning an unsatisfied grunt from your boyfriend. “i’m joking, dumbass.” you lightly punch his arm, “i love you more.” he smiles like a child, pecking your lips and backing away.

“last one to the cafeteria buys food!” he takes off running as you yell after him, laughing hysterically.

your heart swells, and for the first time in months, you’re in love all over again.

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[skies04]

I wanna kidnap you when you’re walking home all alone. Tie you up with rope and throw you in the back of my car.

You’ll wake up many many hours later, tied to my bed and feeling all weird and sore in between your legs. Slowly you’ll understand, when I walk back in with my cock fully erect for you, that the warmth between your legs is the first of many, many loads I’m gonna force into your sweet little cunnie.

I’ll slap your face with my thick cock and tell you ‘feeding time’ as I force my cock into your mouth. I’ll hold your hair and you’ll cry around my cock as it violates your throat. I moan as I feel your tongue and throat is so warm and wet for me and I tell you that I’m sorry that I had to abduct you but you just looked so sexy. So slutty. Your little body was too tempting not to pick up and abduct.

I’ll keep forcing my cock into your throat and your tears will mix with your mascara, making you an absolute mess. I’ll slap your face with my hand while you suck my dick and then I’ll pull out of your mouth and rub that spit and drool all over your face. I’ll make sure you look like a fucking mess and I’ll lean in and say ‘that’s what a good dirty fucktoy looks like…’

I take off your clothes as you struggle, uselessly, against me & keep trying to push me off. So I slap you really hard on the side of your head and tell you to stop resisting or I’ll get really angry this time. There’s a bark to my voice that makes your little cunt start to leak and I notice it, mocking you for being such a filthy slut who loves pain. I slap you hard again and tell you that I’m sorry but you’ll never know freedom again, you’re now my cocksocket forever. Once I strip you down completely, I push your legs back and slap my cock on your cunt, it’s gushing wet from all the abuse but you whimper ‘no, please don’t… please stop I beg of you please…’ but I don’t listen. I slap my cock on your entrance once more and thrust into you and your dumb mouth betrays you, as you moan loud when I slam into you all the way. I choke you until you can barely breathe as I keep ramming into your dumb cunt, whispering about how you had to be such a tease, had to get me all worked up and want to put you in your place and abuse and use you.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing now, I’m using your holes and abusing you and you’re moaning for it. Look at you, enjoying being helpless. I could untie your restraints and you wouldn’t even dare to resist or run would you? Because you have always wanted this. You’ve always wanted to be kidnapped and taken by an older man. Here I am, you little slut. The man of your dirty wet dreams, forcefully fucking you. Feeling your cunt clench and unclench on my thick cock I know you’re gonna cum soon.

So cum, cum all over this thick cock. Lose your mind and your fake sense of entitlement. You are now nothing but a toy. Someone to take load after hot load of cum and live with me forever. You’ll never know freedom again, you’ll never want to hang with your family or friends again. I’ll let you go from here and you might attend school and graduate, but every day, you will come back to me. To cum for me. To cum on my cock like my good little cocksocket. Like a dumb little cock starved fuckpet. That’s because you know where you belong. You belong in service to a man who knows how to use and abuse you.

You’re just a set of holes to be filled, and nothing else. Another good girl broken by my cock. Another good girl, lost to her fantasies of an older man. Another good girl, used and ripped apart. Another good girl, cumming on her abuser’s thick cock as he pushes his load deep into your cunt, flooding you with his swimmers.

-when annons soo good i can't help myself but admire it, thank you so much for the story😊

But i can't help myself from getting my filthy cunnie all wet while i imagine My Daddy doing all this to me, maybe even touch my tight little cunnie for Daddy, for Master, for YOU

[bangtanbois]

Familiar Weight

A familiar weight settles on my chest, not suffocating but reassuring, as Jungkook, my cherished bunny, finds his way back to me in the quiet hours of the night. His arms around me holding onto me even in his sleep as my head rests against his chest. I embrace the warmth that seeps into my skin, cocooning me in tranquillity.

Slowly rousing awake from my slumber, my eyes blinking open to the soft morning light filtering through the windows., I feel the lingering heaviness of sleep. Turning towards Jungkook, I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar flowery scent. He stirs but remains in the gentle grasp of dreams, tightening his arms around me, enveloping me in warmth.

I rasp out, "Bunny, what time is it?"

Jungkook groans, checking his phone on the nightstand before replying, "Too early. Keep sleeping."

Contentment washes over me, and I snuggle even closer. This is where I want to be – wrapped up in Jungkook's embrace, safe and loved. Softly, I whisper, "I love you."

"Sleep."

Restlessness tugs at me, and I squirm, attempting to shift away from the grounding weight. His grip tightens, and I hear his tired mutter, "Just go to sleep," his voice strained with exhaustion. Adjusting his position, he sinks lower, resting his head against my breasts. Settling his weight on me like a comforting bunny nestled into his favorite spot.

I run my fingers through his soft hair, appreciating its silkiness. His ever-changing hairstyle always manages to intrigue me. Unable to resist the playful urge, I tease, "Bunny, will you always love me like you do right now?"

He groans a little, clearly tired. Yet, I crave reassurance, coddling, and pampering that only he can provide. "Does this mean you don't love me right now?" I ask with a teasing hint.

"I love you, and I'll love you forever just like this," he replies. "But if you don't go back to sleep right now, I will kiss you, and then we'll both be up and mess up our routine."

"Routine schmoutine," I declare, attempting to wriggle down to steal a kiss. The prospect of our shared morning routine being disrupted is a small price to pay after all.

A bemused expression graces his face as he looks up at me. I know it's just a facade to hide his true amusement. He leans upwards, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that is slow and sweet. His hands slide under my one article of clothing, which happens to be one of his old t-shirts with a random stain on it and find my waist. He gives it a gentle squeeze before suddenly, yanking me down, positioning me perfectly underneath him. All the while, my lips never leave his.

His hands continue their journey upwards while mine explore his hair, neck, and shoulders, unsure where to rest. The urgency within me intensifies, causing my lips to move faster against his. But then he suddenly halts in his movements, with his hands resting just below my chest and his lips dangerously close to mine. I groan in frustration as he down at me with a devilish glint in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I'm mad at him. How dare he wake me up with his warm embrace, teasing kisses, and seductive touches, only to leave me wanting and unsatisfied?

The frustration must be evident on my face because he grins even wider, tracing gentle kisses from the corner of my mouth to the edges of my face while his hands resume their journey to my tits. One of his hands cupping my breast and giving it a firm squeeze. My morning sensitivity makes it an endeavor that results in waves of pleasure mixed with the sweetest form of pain course through my body.

I let out a moan and grind my hips against him unwittingly, unable to control myself as I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling his lips back onto mine.

His lips trail down my jaw, towards my neck and I let out a soft moan as he nibbles on the sensitive skin. He continues to move lower, his cock rubbing against me teasingly, making me ache for more. I can feel his warm breath on my chest as his lips finally reach my breasts, blowing gently on my nipples, his hands still cupping them gently.

He looks up at me with a smirk before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. I arch my back in pleasure and let out another moan. His other hand moves down to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that make goosebumps erupt all over my body.

I grab onto his shoulders tightly as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth and fingers, the combination sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just as I'm about to reach it, he suddenly stops eliciting another groan from me.

"Please bunny..." I whine. "I'm up and ready, please make me feel loved," I add with a pout.

I watch as his hand moves to my chest, fingers tangling in the fabric of my shirt before giving a sharp tug, pulling it up and over my head. His eyes roam over my exposed skin hungrily.

My fingers follow his lead, reaching for his shirt and pulling it off him, revealing his chiseled chest and tattoo-covered arm. He must see the desire in my eyes as he pulls himself up and I watch as his fingers deftly pull at the waistband of his shorts, revealing his hardened length.

We begin to move in perfect synchrony, our bodies moving against each other like the ebb and flow of waves crashing on the shore. His movements are skillful and deliberate, each one bringing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. My words turn into desperate pleas as I beg him not to stop. He responds by picking up the pace, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body. As we reach a new level of passion, I feel myself falling apart, surrendering to the rush of sensations washing over me. With his weight pressing down on me, he shares in my release before collapsing onto me, spent and satisfied. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breaths and contented sighs, a silence only broken when I ask "I'm yours?"

"Only mine."

"Filled with you."

"Mhmn, mine."

"Don't get up just yet... Lemme be dirty and filled with you."

I feel his amusement, a warm undercurrent in the quiet of our shared moment. The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the tousled bed. The room holds traces of our recent fervor—a disarrayed tableau of our passions.

In the soft quiet, I just know that we'll succumb to sleep once again in this intimate haven. The sheets, now witnesses to our shared desires, lie in a tangled dance, silently reflecting the ardor that unfolded here. The room, bathed in the early morning tranquility, becomes a sanctuary where time seems to slow, capturing the essence of our connection.

An unspoken understanding passes between us. Despite the chaos of the disheveled sheets and the untamed passion that brought us to this point, I wouldn't have it any other way. The laundry list may grow with each shared moment, but in this sanctuary of tangled sheets and shared laughter, there's an implicit promise of more mornings like this. Wattpad

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XII good omens sEAsOn 2 (the non-traumatic part) episode 1

Alright yes I know, I know, it's been two days since the livestream. I was reading fanfiction. Don't blame me, love made me crazy, and all that. I'm enjoying myself as much as I can before we get to the season 2 finale. But here we go, season 2, episode one, maggots:

[on reading this back after finishing, a lot of text is my being in love with Crowley. mainly, points 3, 4, 9, 14, 17, 18, yes I have issues, feel free to skip that for an absolutely concise and precise summary]

Before the livestream starts, everyone decides that there will be no spoilers whatsoever on the chat, even hidden with the black, because I have a tendency to keep clicking and revealing them. I'm sorry, temptation and all. I have emotional support fruit, an apple, two kiwis, two sapotes and two bananas.

When the livestream starts, it has to be restarted, because I am an incompetent nincompoop and have somehow managed to muck up my settings. And it is absolutely imperative that I watch the opening scene.

So then I do. And immediately have to consume my emotional support apple because I am so fucking in love with Crowley. Already? someone asks. Yes bloody already, I need that apple.

Thanks, guys. I'm broken. Crowley. Just. She looks so peaceful and untraumatised, so delighted with the plans, so full of wonder at what she's creating. Let there be light, she says, and rather than seeing Crowley turn off a streetlight with a flick of his fingers, we get to see her create nebulas. Aziraphale looks at her and he's just instantly so spellbound, and who would bloody blame him? His wings just do a slight dip of realisation that he's fucked when Crowley says the gorgeous line. Look at Crowley. Worried about the apocalypse. Smiling at Aziraphale, and we can see Azi's concern because something as pure as that has to be protected and Aziraphale knows what Heaven will do to Crowley if she dares to ask questions. Crowley is angelic and filled with light and Aziraphale sees that and tries to keep her safe with his words.

Hey spoiler alert, it doesn't work, Crowley's wings are greying even as she protects Azi and Crowley falls and I hate everything and I am filled with unbridled rage.

UNDERSTAND? RAGE.

I am speculating how much pain and torture Crowley went through when she fell into Hell that first time. I am told to not ask questions I don't want answers to.

Maggie sells records, Aziraphale is a cutiepie, and Maggie is very gay for Nina.

Crowley is lounging on a park bench, suit and skinny tie, just being all sexy and demonic and probably contemplating nihilism.

Crowley spreads awareness about duck health. No bread, guys. Frozen peas. He also angsts a lot to Shax (whom I keep mixing up with Michael) about the meaning of life. Someone points out that this is very Barbie of him. "do you ever think about death". Ah, Crowley.

More lesbians gaying. I would kill for Nina's hair.

JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE. I WON'T SAY ANYMORE ABOUT HIS ENTRANCE BECAUSE THIS IS NOW A TOPIC OF CONTROVERSY. BUT JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE.

Aziraphale, ah I love him, absolutely fucking panics and has the loading symbol over his angelic little head at all times. FINALLY, THIS SHOW IS A COMEDY.

Crowley is leaning on his Bentley and mmmmhm his arms and his lounging and his personality I am back to crunching on my temptation emotional support apple.

Sorry back to the summary. Jim finds Aziraphale funny and says he loves him. Someone points out that this was the fandom upon encountering my dumbass self. "You're funny Asmi we love you."

Aziraphale is a little bitchy babygirl, really just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. Just absolutely slaying through every Jimbriel scene. 100000/10.

Six shots of fucking espresso in a big cup. Crowley, I love you. Can I love Crowley any more than this? Yes I can. My love for Crowley is like the universe, infinite and yet ever-expanding, explosive with entropy.

Crowley holds the door open for Aziraphale and holds his plate and honestly what absolute husband (gn) behaviour.

CROWLEY MEETS JIMBRIEL WHO IS FUCKING DUSTING AND LEAPS BACKWARD AND JUST RELIVES TRAUMA WHILE JIM IS CHILLING AND AZIRAPHALE IS STILL GAY PANICKING. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

MARRIAGE QUARRELS ABOUT ADOPTING JIM, JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE FELL-CROWLEY HOUSEHOLD.

Coffeeshop AU lesbians time.

Heaven is horrible.

MURIEL IS BABY I LOVE THEM HELLO CUTIEPATOOTIE.

There is an ethereal paper file.

Beezlebub beezles their way into Crowley's car and is very concerned in Hell about finding Jimbriel.

Nina's partner is a toxic ass don't worry about it.

Sulky Crowley says he's back and apology dance time mmmhm.

Miracle hide Jimbriel time, but they've got to be subtle. They do the miracle. Jim is glad to have friends.

They are very proud of themselves for their subtle miracle.

THEY ARE SO FUCKING USELESS. FUCKING USELESS LITTLE GAYASS DISASTERS JESUS LORD IN HEAVEN. LITERALLY IN HEAVEN ALARM BELLS ARE EVERYWHERE.

GREAT JOB, GAYS. GREAT JOB.

End of episode one. Take this screenshot.

[sillyromance]

Can you make comfort vore? From Optimus?

Hello, dear evelyntyecrqzy!

Sure! Here you go!

P.S: there is angst and one heavy word in this work. Also I've written it from the first person's perspective... I really hope you don't mind it.

Have a good day and take care!

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- How do you feel, little one?

It was late evening; almost all the lights were gone, the only bright area was Ratchet’s lab: the old medic was staring at the big green screen, typing aggressively on the panel and mumbling something inaudible. He was too busy to pay attention to anything else. The rest of the team left to their quarters after they had brought the kids home. No body had shown any signs of life since then.

I was lying on the couch, curled up in a tight ball. My head felt heavy and hurt; I felt cold and lonely. It was hard to hold back sobbing, but I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention - nobody cared anyways. Why would they? Were my problems that important?

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears running down my cheeks violently as my shoulders started shuddering...

And then I heard his deep, gentle voice.

"How do you feel, little one?" - I turned my red face to the huge mech behind me. Optimus Prime, my guardian. Through the cacophony of my thoughts I hadn't heard him coming. His blue optics far above glowed with concern.

I hurried to wipe the tear tracks from my face and stand up, mumbling something like: "Sorry" or "It's fine, don't bother yourself..." But as far as I did this, his large servo wrapped around me and very soon I found myself sitting on his plain rough palm, being swirled with his kind, sad gaze. I felt nothing but guilt, though the only reason for it was my depressing mood. I couldn't look straight at him, turning away over and over, rubbing my hot cheeks in attempt to get rid of the tears. I hated myself for the mess I had become – I waited for him to throw me away as far as he would get a good look at my ugliness. However, Optimus didn't seem disgusted with me at all.

- Did someone offend you? - The mech asked again with the same sincere tenderness in his tone.

I shook my head negatively.

- Is it something in your body?

I closed my face with both hands and shook the head even more violently, crooking.

- No...

- And what’s about your soul?..

I sniffed silently; choking sensation dug its claws into my throat as it let out a pathetic "Mm-gm..." and I nodded. Everything in me just fell somewhere down; I felt my poor heart beating hysterically in the stomach. There was a crazy mix of panicking fear and complete indifference. I was trembling, wishing to be left alone. But even more, I wanted to be comforted. I wanted someone to embrace me and whisper soothing words, to say that it was going to be OK, to stroke my hair as if I was just a kid. But wasn't it too much to ask? I didn't dare to believe Optimus would bother himself to spend time with such a puny, pathetic creature.

After this cut through my head, I couldn't keep myself from crying anymore – I literally burst out.

- Hey, look at me, Y/N.

Hesitantly, I obliged. I was ready to see disappointment or distaste, but instead...

- There is nothing to be embarrassed with. Do you want to talk about it?

I wasn't sure if I heard him right. Did he really... worry about me? Of course, as my guardian, he should have, regardless... Wasn't I dreaming?

- W-what d-do you m-mean? – I replied indecisively.

- I thought, perhaps you could share your pain with someone. Sometimes it helps. - A small, understanding smile appeared on his faceplate. - I'm sorry... It hurts my spark to see such precious little thing crying.

I lost my ability to speak for some seconds.

- Does it r-really? W-why?

Prime's eyebrows lifted up in surprise.

- Because you matter. You're my friend, Y/N. Friends help each other, don't they?

His gravely voice had already had its way with me. My shudders calmed down and though my eyes were still wet, I couldn't help but smiled back at him.

- Thank you... for this... But I don't want to talk right now...

- It's absolutely fine...

- ... I'm very, very tired, though. - At the moment I said that, my spine weakened and I collapsed at the flat, warm surface of Optimus' hand.

Something childish, basic, something from the abyss of my wild, subconscious core suddenly arose inside me and escaped my chest with barely audible plead.

- Please... Don't leave me here...

A quiet sigh rambled beside me; my entire figure was washed with warm air of his exhale.

- Don't worry, Y/N. I won't.

His digits closed over my tiny form. I wasn't able to see a thing anymore, but I could say for sure that we moved away from the place.

Quite soon the sounds of Ratchet's work faded away. Optimus opened one of the many electric doors and walked into a somewhat room - I heard a soft "whoosh" as the panel shifted back to its place. My guardian set me free on his berth, and only then I understood that we were in his private room. Sitting down beside me, he spoke even gentler than before:

- You are out of energy. And so do I. But still, I don't want you to stay alone...

Do you trust me?

I nod, already predicting where he was heading to. Cybotronian friends committed this small ritual with humans regularly; many were fond of it. However, I had never tried it with him. I couldn't claim that I was completely inexperienced too, but those previous times were emergencies which I couldn't truly like – they were harsh and distasteful like a rotten fruit. Now... It promised to be much more intimate. And it depended only on my wish.

I glanced at him through my eyelashes - I was too sleepy to keep the eyes wide open - and murmured:

- I do.

Optimus nodded. I was lifted up again - straight to his mouth.

Slowly, controlling every his movement, my guardian guided me inside his maw and laid my feet on his squishy glossa - there was a faint blue light twinkling at the back of his depthless throat illuminating a humid, warm chamber. Thanks to him I didn't even touch the sharp dents – their deadly blades loomed right above me, but stayed harmless, serving simply a reminder of what power Optimus actually had over me. The glossa curled around my legs as soft, thick blanket, then released them and I was pushed further to the glowing entrance of the esophagus.

I stared down, processing what was about to happen. I appreciated the leisure pace Optimus chose with me; his gentle licks and steady, rhythmical ventilating brought me nothing but comfort and peace. I sensed my toes in his pharynx and waited for inevitable with dull thrill - to be unceremoniously drugged into misty, humid confines of the muscles’ trap, to be deafed and choked. That what I was usually met with before, every time I was gulped down. However, when Optimus swallowed, his artificial, metal flesh contracted just slightly, pulling me so carefully inside that I almost missed the moment. It was like... A hug. The next swallow was just a little bit stronger - I gasped as he let his hand go off me and my tiny being got engulfed into his soft throat. It felt better than anything I knew before. Surrounded by the pulsing alien flesh, I finally felt protected and loved – the state I sought for so desperately all that fuckin’ day.

For some time he just held me there, his head titled back. I didn't make a move, trying to avoid hurting him. Living heat of his soaked into my bones and made me so drowsy that I thought I would fall asleep. However, at that moment the muscles came to action and lovingly tugged me deeper. The light grew brighter, though it didn't bother me at all; I was easily slipping in a long wiry tube constructed from the smaller ones, thinner and more solid, poured with viscous, bubbling energon – I was watching little sparks floating in there as I was passing by and a weak flame of forgotten happiness flickered in my soul once more.

Finally, I arrived at his fueltank. Its walls greeted me with a friendly squeeze, forcing me to curl into fetal position. I didn't cry anymore; all my worries and demons disappeared long ago, at the second I heard: "How do you feel, little one?"

God! I was so horribly wrong. I thought no one needed me, that I was lost, abandoned... And still, there was someone who couldn't bare me cry.

I felt Optimus' servo laying down on the lump I must have made on his waist, caressing me. I rubbed my head against the spot where I could recognize the pressure and smiled.

I did matter.

[gingersnap-17]

You Are My Sunshine (Nanami x Fem Reader)

I AM SO SORRY GUYS, BUT THIS WILL CONTAIN ANGST!!!! While writing this, I was bawling my eyes out. Yes yes I know I did this to myself, so I thought I would let you guys join the ride. Enjoy and read this if you dare :)

Nanami winced in pain as he collapsed into Y/N's arms. The severe burns that covered his body told a tale of a fierce battle against cursed spirits, a battle that had taken its toll on his once steadfast demeanor. Y/N's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination as she cradled him, her hands trembling with a desperate need to heal the man she loved.

"Nanami, hold on." she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of anguish and determination. She activated her Reverse Cursed Technique (RCT), the energy enveloping her hands with a soft, ethereal glow. With each gentle touch, she tried to channel the healing power, hoping the wounds would heal and the pain to subside.

Nanami's breaths were labored, but he managed a weak smile, "Y/N, I knew you'd find me…” She looked at her lover with worry and concern written all over her face.

“You’ll be fine Nanami, just deep brea-” She was cut off when Nanami began to speak.

“We never traveled to Malaysia together.”

“We will go to Malaysia Nanami, don’t say those things.” She said as she tried to hold back tears. 

“Sing to me, please Y/N. That is all I want right now.” He said weakly, knowing he would not recover from his injuries. He was tired, too tired to keep going. 

Nanami's request caught Y/N off guard, but she nodded through her tears, doing her best to steady her voice as she sang, her hands still trying to use RCT, hoping she would be able to do something to keep him.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." she sang softly, her fingers running through Nanami's hair with a tenderness that spoke of countless shared moments. The melody filled the empty corridor, a haunting backdrop to the farewell that loomed ahead.

"You make me happy when skies are gray." Y/N continued, her voice cracking with the weight of sorrow. She tightened her grip on Nanami, as if holding onto the fading notes of their love.

Nanami managed a faint smile, his eyes closing as the pain began to subside, if only momentarily. He found comfort in the melody, a melody that had accompanied them through laughter, tears, and the quiet moments between.

"You'll never know, dear, how much I love you." Y/N sang, her voice breaking as she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Nanami's forehead. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself paused to witness the final verses of a love song.

A serene calm settled over Nanami's features as Y/N's voice trembled through the last lines of the song. "Please don't take my sunshine away." she whispered, her heartache laid bare in those words.

The soft glow of Y/N's healing technique enveloped them both, a final attempt to defy the inevitable. But Nanami, with a peaceful acceptance in his eyes, shook his head ever so slightly.

"Thank you, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper now. "For being my sunshine."

As the last echoes of the song faded away, so did the light in Nanami's eyes. Y/N held him in her arms, the weight of grief crashing down upon her. The corridor, once filled with the ethereal glow of healing, now felt cold and empty.

Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she clung to the memory of his warmth. She knew Nanami had found solace in her song, a serenade that accompanied him into the quiet unknown.

"You'll always be my sunshine, Nanami." she whispered, her voice a fragile echo in the silence that followed. She pressed a final kiss to his lips, a bittersweet farewell to a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

In the quiet halls of the train station, Y/N cradled Nanami's lifeless form, the remnants of their love lingering in the air like the fading notes of a heartbreaking melody.

[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 12 - cody rhodes x reader

my masterlist

dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, cody has a big dick, loss of virginity (popping the cherry), some blood, corruption kink, praise kink, use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f), reader squirts, unprotected sex, creampie, blood kink if you squint, literally making love without actually being in love

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, smut smut smut, plot what plot?/porn without plot

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y/n’s eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as cody pushed a second finger into her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her core tenderly. she bucked her hips up against his hand, the sensation feeling so good that y/n couldn’t focus on anything else. “look at me, i want you to keep your fucking eyes open while i stretch you out with my fingers, princess.” cody spoke, and y/n didn’t have a single fiber in her body that would dare disobey cody in that moment.

“you’re so fucking wet, princess.” cody mused, using his free hand to play with y/n’s breast. he watched as y/n struggled to keep her gaze locked with his, loving the way her mouth was permanently open with all the moans she let out. “you’re so tight too. have you ever even fingered yourself? i can’t even fucking scissor you open right now and i’ve only got two fingers in you.”

y/n shook her head, before letting out a loud moan when cody curled his fingers up into her sweet spot. she heard him mumble a soft “there it is.” as y/n bucked her hips up into his hand. “it always felt weird when i first tried it out, so i never did it again. would just rub my clit whenever i touched myself.” she answered, unable to keep her eyes open as cody began to thrust his fingers into her at a rougher pace. y/n tilted her head back, her mouth hung open as a loud moan was pulled from her body.

y/n writhed under him, and cody stopped playing with her breast to press his hand against her lower stomach. she opened her eyes to stare up at cody, watching the way he was so focused on making her feel good.

“there you go. keep your eyes open while you take my fingers like a good little girl.” cody spoke lowly, continuing to abuse that sweet spot inside of y/n. cody attempted to push a third finger into her, only to be met with much resistance from her opening. “you’re so fucking small, princess. even with how wet you fucking are, i still can’t push a third finger into you.” he chuckled lowly.

cody continued to finger her, but adjusted himself so he was further down the bed. eventually, his face was met with her core, and cody pulled his fingers out of her. he lifted y/n’s legs up on to his shoulders and leaned forward, pressing his tongue against her core.

y/n moaned loudly at the sensation, her hands reaching down to grab on to where cody’s hands were rested on her legs. “fuck, daddy!” she threw her head back as cody hummed in pleasure along her core. the sounds that were echoing off of the walls of her room were lewd: a mix of her moans and cody’s sucking and slurping at her pussy. she felt cody’s nose nudging against her clit, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips up against his mouth.

it felt so good, yet so fucking dirty. cody was practically making out with her core, and he’d thrust his tongue into her core at random intervals that left y/n begging for more. eventually, though, the pleasure was starting to build up inside of y/n, and she felt a knot in her stomach begin to form. cody seemed to have noticed the way y/n’s squirming had increased, and he certainly noticed the way y/n was slowly inching upwards along the mattress to reduce the amount of pleasure she was feeling as it would so quickly become overwhelming for her.

“stop fucking running away from me.” he growled against her, pulling his mouth away from her core to look at her. y/n met his gaze, feeling the way her arousal had pooled out of her at the sight of cody’s chin dripping with a mix of her own juices and his saliva. all too suddenly, cody pushed three fingers into her, catching her off guard, and causing y/n to moan out in both pain and pleasure.

“fuck, cody. shit, you’re fucking stretching me like- fuck!” she moaned out, unable to form sentences as cody curled his fingers up into that same spot. she felt cody’s mouth on her clit, the sensation of his mouth playing with her clit and his fingers stretching her out to her limits soon becoming too much for her.

her orgasm washed over her unexpectedly, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she shook in cody’s grasp as she came with a loud moan of his name. “cody! cody!” y/n repeated over and over as if it were some sort of mantra, while cody hadn’t halted his assault on her core.

y/n could feel him pull his mouth away as she came undone, although his mouth had been replaced by his other hand as he rubbed her clit in circles. after a while, y/n was brought back down from her high by the feeling of cody’s lips on hers. he kissed her tenderly, his tongue wrapping around hers to allow her to taste herself on his mouth.

y/n brought her hands up and rested them against her chest, pulling away once she realized that cody’s chest was absolutely drenched. she stared at his chest confused, before looking up to meet his gaze. there was an almost obnoxious smirk on cody’s face, save for the fact for the pride that he held in his eyes.

“better than yesterday, princess?” cody asked, his hand already returning to its place between her legs. he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her teasingly slow just to watch the way her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure from the overstimulation.

“way better, daddy.” she whispered, smiling as he pressed another tender kiss to her lips.

“never had anyone that squirted before, quite the pleasure making you squirt, princess.” he chuckled once he pulled away, watching the way her flushed cheeks had become increasingly darker.

“i didn’t even know i could do that.” she admitted softly. y/n gasped as cody pulled his fingers out of her, and she felt him run the head of his cock against her opening.

“then that’ll be something only i will know for now.” he whispered, pushing himself up and getting settled on his knees above her. cody moved his gaze down to where he was running the head of his cock against her pussy, collecting her juices on his head. suddenly, cody paused and he met y/n’s gaze with an embarrassed expression. “i don’t have a condom on me.” he whispered.

“it’s okay.” y/n said, almost too quickly. so quick, in fact, she felt her embarrassment only heighten. she used her arm to cover her eyes as she turned her head away from him. “i know you’re clean and… i have.. a plan b in my drawer.” she whispered.

cody reached forward with his free hand to pull her arm away from her face. he lined himself up with her opening, his head pressed right against her entrance and if he even made the slightest adjustment, he’d begin to push into her. “last chance. tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now.” cody warned her, bringing his hand up from her arm to cup her face gently.

he watched as she turned her head to meet his gaze, and without even missing a beat, y/n breathed out, “i’m all yours, cody.”

cody pushed into her slowly, his mouth hung open as he sighed at the way her walls pushed against him as if in attempt to push him out of her. the stretch was so deliciously tight, y/n couldn’t help but yell out in pain, tears beginning to well in her eyes. she brought her arms up to wrap against cody’s neck, throwing her head into the crook of his neck as her legs weakly wrapped around his waist.

he hushed her, feeling her tears begin to roll down his neck. “i know, princess. i know.” cody whispered, wrapping his arms around her midsection and lifting her up slightly. “good girl. you’re being so good for me right now. you’re taking me so well.” he leaned down, pressing kisses along y/n’s shoulder. “almost there, princess. yeah, that’s it. relax yourself for me.” cody sank into her further, feeling her walls continue to convulse around him.

it hadn’t even been a minute since cody had began to push himself into her, but it felt like centuries for y/n until she felt cody bottom out into her. he had laid her back down so she was fully laid down on the mattress, and cody was kissing away her tears. “it hurts.” she whispered, her legs shaking from overstimulation from where they were resting around cody’s waist.

“i know, i’m sorry princess. it’s just how it is since it’s your first time.” cody whispered in response. “tell me when to move.” he mumbled before closing the distance between their lips.

their tongues fought for dominance, and y/n was left whimpering into cody’s mouth. eventually, the pain of being split open on cody’s cock had faded, and y/n bucked her hips up experimentally. she gasped at the feeling, and pulled away from cody’s lips. “you can move.” she whispered.

“oh thank god.” cody breathed out, as if it were physically killing him to not thrust into her. cody slowly pulled out, until just the head of his cock was left inside her, before thrusting himself back in. the motion had pulled out a moan from y/n’s and her eyebrows furrowed. cody repeated the motion slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on y/n’s expression as he watched the way her face had shifted from scrunching in pain to being washed over in pleasure.

he picked up the pace experimentally, continuous moans pouring out of y/n’s mouth as she stared up at him, her mouth agape. “there it is.” he whispered, his brows furrowed in concentration. cody began to thrust into her with additional force, his mouth falling open as he felt her pussy clench down on him with every thrust. “good girl. keep fucking clenching down on me.” he growled.

cody rested his hands on her hips, and lifted her up to change the angle. suddenly, his cock was brushing right against her g-spot, and y/n screamed in pleasure. “oh god, right there daddy! god fuck me.” y/n moaned, her hands reaching for her bed sheets as she clenched them into tight fists.

“my little princess.” cody began, his tone deep and sultry. “giving yourself up for me, letting me be the first one to fuck your pussy. letting me fuck you raw even though it’s your first time.” he chuckled. he ended each sentence with a particularly hard thrust, enjoying the way y/n would shake with every thrust. “you’re mine, you hear that? i’m the one ruining you. i’m the one balls deep in your virgin pussy. i’m the one you’re giving yourself to.” he grunted, thrusting faster into her.

y/n didn’t know when she started crying again, but it was just so pleasurable she couldn’t even focus on anything else besides cody, cody, cody, cody. she moaned uncontrollably. if she wanted to be quiet, she knew she wouldn’t be able to suppress her moans no matter how hard she tried. the feeling was just so intense: the way she could literally feel herself being split open on cody’s cock, the way he was thrusting into the perfect place within her, and the way he was talking to her as if she were nothing but his little hole to use.

“i’m all yours, daddy. all yours.” she moaned out, forcing her to keep her eyes fixed on cody’s and fighting to hold his gaze whenever he’d thrust into her and coerce her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

“say my name. i want you to remember that it’s me taking you for your first time.” cody grunted, which y/n instantly granted by chanting cody’s name. cody reached between their bodies, pressing his fingers against her clit and rubbing it in circles.

“cody! it’s too much. cody! cody please! please it’s too much.” y/n begged, unconsciously trying to run away from cody’s thrusts as she shifted upwards along the bed.

“shut the fuck up and take it, bitch” cody growled, using his other hand to wrap around her neck. he pressed his fingers against her airways,  holding her in place as his pace grew brutal and his fingers on her clit applied more pressure. “fucking whore, i was being nice to you and now you try and run away from me? take it, take it, take it. take everything i’m fucking giving you, bitch.”

cody stopped rubbing her clit to guide her to rest her legs up on his shoulders. he pressed forward, leaning his full body weight into her and folding her in half, changing the angle that his cock pushed into her. he slammed his cock into her, each thrust causing a loud, wet slap to fill the room and his balls to repeatedly slam against her ass.

“cody! cody! oh my god it’s too much, oh my god. god! cody! cody please! ” y/n moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head once more. her entire body convulsed under him, and she practically screamed at the top of her lungs from the pleasure. she’d mentally thank the lord that the dorms were soundproof. cody had began to grunt and moan softly in her ear with every thrust, the sound of every thrust becoming increasingly wet as y/n came around him with a squirt.

“where do you want me to cum, princess? fuck, i’m so fucking close. stop fucking clenching down on me like that i won’t be able to pull out.” he moaned in her ear, his eyes squeezing shut as he focused on the feeling of y/n’s pussy clenching down on him.

“inside me. inside me. oh god, please cody cum inside me. oh fuck it’s too much, it’s too much.” y/n moaned as cody had began to jackhammer into her, chasing his own release. her hands had found their way around to cody’s back, as she clawed and scratched at him.

“inside you?” cody breathed out in shock. “you fucking whore. you want me inside you? i’ll fucking give it to you then.” he grunted, his moans increasing in volume with every thrust that brought him closer to his release. “fuck, fuck. here it comes, y/n. fuck, oh fuck.” cody moaned, his thrusts becoming sporadic until his hips halted to a stop. “take it, take it all you fucking whore. take my fucking cum, oh fuck you’re so fucking good.” cody moaned as he came, his warmth filling her and his body convulsing with every string of cum that’d rope out of him.

y/n whined and whimpered as she felt cody shake above her, and strings of warmth being shot into her. “thank you, daddy. thank you, cody.” she whispered repeatedly, allowing herself to relax back against the mattress and close her eyes.

cody pulled his softening cock of her moments later, a wet squelching sound joining the sounds of their labored breathing. he leaned back on his knees, spreading her legs and watching the way a mixture of cum and blood leaked out of her. “god, what a fucking heavenly sight.” he mumbled, using his fingers to spread her lips further.

she whined at the overstimulation, her legs threatening to shut close but were ultimately stopped by cody’s hands. “keep them open, you’re bleeding and you’re dripping my cum.” he ordered her as he hurried off of the bed. cody opened one of y/n’s drawers, pulling out a spare towel she had in there before returning back to y/n’s bedside.

cody guided her to lift her hips, laying the towel under her before letting her fall back down against the mattress. “you did so well, sweetheart. took me like a fucking champ.” he whispered as he pressed kisses along y/n’s skin. he kissed up from her stomach, to her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before finally capturing her lips in a kiss.

the kiss was so delicate, and y/n felt as if the entire world was spinning around her as he kissed her. when he pulled away and began to wipe away at the blood and cum that leaked out of her, y/n whispered, “thank you, cody.”

he met her gaze once more, leaning down to press another quick, gentle kiss to her lips.

“no. thank you for trusting me, y/n.”

|| next part ||

[fookinavocadosman]

episode 4: sex money feelings {HS}

y/n and harry get to spend a night in the private suite, the ultimate test of chastity. Can they resist the sexual temptations or will they indulge in a night of pure bliss. 

warnings: theres gonna be a couple. teasing, oral sex (fem receiving), handjob, fingering, slight choking (lol).

word count: 3.9k

I lay on top of Harry and we stare at each other as I tease him moving my hips around in a circle. He drops his head back smacking my ass lightly in an effort to get me to stop. 

“Baby if you don’t stop I will fuck you right now.” He groans and I laugh stopping my movements. I lean down kissing his chest before moving my way up to his neck. 

“I’m so very sorry.” I murmur between open-mouthed kisses making him groan. I continue teasing him until I’m flipped over and find myself underneath Harry. He spreads my legs so he can fit between them and connects our crotches thrusting once making me gasp. 

One hand holds my right thigh keeping me open and the other comes up being placed on my throat and a fire ignites in me. He leans down slowly tightening his grip and tilting my head up. 

“I told you to stop.” He rasps close enough to my lips that he could kiss me. He lets me go sitting up and I’m left catching my breath. 

“Fuck.” I mumble under my breath and I hear him chuckle. 

“If I had a dick I’d have the fattest boner right now.” I tell him and he laughs pointing to his crotch. I flick my eyes down seeing the bulge in his shorts and I drop my head. 

“We just got here we have to at least try and connect before doing anything.” I say and Harry sits up against the bed frame before grabbing me by my underarms and pulling me to him. He turns me around so I can face him and settles me in between his legs and I can see how hard he is. 

“Well then let’s talk.” He smiles at me his hands finding comfort on my waist. 

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask him and he shrugs, thinking. 

“When did you lose your v-card?” He asks me and I laugh. 

“Wow way to break the ice.” He laughs with me as I compose myself to tell him the answer. 

“Well I didn’t lose it until I was 19 and the guy I lost it to was a total dick. He kept sending me mixed signals and I kept overlooking them and then told me that if we wanted to date he needed a time commitment that I physically could not fulfill. All after he took my virginity, so I ended things with him a couple of weeks later and since then I’ve been single. What about you?” I explain and Harry gives me a sad smile. 

“That guy is a total wanker, look at the amazing girl he lost.” He comforts me and I smile waving my hand. 

“It’s fine I’m over it now.” I clarify and Harry clears his throat. 

“I was 17 when I lost my virginity. I was with my girlfriend at the time and we were both absolutely plastered and it just happened. We broke up soon after 'cause she regretted it and the rest is history.” He tells me and I nod. 

“Damn we have some sad v-card stories.” I laugh and he laughs along too. 

“Do you want to play truth or dare?” I ask him and he smiles nodding his head. 

“Okay, Harry, truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” I bring my finger up to my chin tapping it lightly in faux thought. 

“When was the last time you had sex?” I ask him and he leans his head back in thought. 

“Maybe a couple of days before coming here.” He answers before asking me truth or dare. 

“Hmmm, truth.” I answer and he immediately asks me a question. 

“What’s your favorite sex position.” I laugh shaking my head as I think. 

“Uh, maybe missionary? Or from the side? I don’t really know, I like being able to feel or see whoever I’m with.” I answer him and he nods his head lost in thought. 

We play a couple more rounds of truth questions, Harry revealing that his favorite position is cowgirl, and the weirdest place he’s had sex was his mate's hallway at a party, while I revealed the craziest place I’ve had sex was in a bar’s booth, and I hated doggy style. 

“Alright last round.” I smile at him as his hand rubs up and down my thigh. 

“Truth or dare Harry?” I quirk my eyebrow up at him and his hand squeezes my thigh as he answers. 

“Dare.” 

“I dare you to guess one of my kinks by acting it out to me.” His hand freezes on my thigh before a sick smirk crawls up his face.

“Well, I already know you have a praise kink and a choking kink, your reactions to me have said that much.” He starts and I nod along confirming his answers. 

“But.” He leans forward now grabbing my jaw and pulling me to him. 

“I bet behind that innocent face you put on every day there's a dirty little whore hiding behind it.” My breathing picks up as he speaks slowly and I close my eyes thinking that it would help calm me down but if anything it just turns me on more. When he finishes his sentence I’m a malleable mess. He lets go of his grip on me sitting back and leaving me on my knees in front of him. 

“I’m going to take that reaction as a point for me.” I can hear the smirk on his face and I nod my head as I try to form any coherent thoughts. I sit back down and his hand finds its home on my thigh again rubbing up and down for comfort. Once I can gather my thoughts I open my eyes, seeing his pupils blown out in lust and I’m sure mine are too. 

“Poor baby, your pupils are nearly exploding.” He teases me and I shake my head holding up my middle finger to him. 

“You win.” I groan out dropping my head but he tsks. 

“No, it’s my turn to ask you.” He pushes and I wave him on. 

“Truth or dare Y/N?” 

“Dare.” I say feeling like this can’t get worse than what just happened to me. 

“I dare you to try and not kiss me tonight.” I stare at him in shock. 

“Can’t take it, baby?” He mocks me and I scoff at him. 

“Oh no I can, just didn’t expect you to cockblock yourself.” I fight with him and he scoffs back. 

“Oh no you’ve got it all wrong, we can do whatever we want tonight the only thing is we can’t kiss.” I shrug my shoulders moving his hand off my thigh and flopping down next to him. 

“I can resist however, I don’t think you’ll be able to.” I tell him pretending to be uninterested but I’m secretly dying inside. 

This motherfucker seriously had to ruin tonight with our egos. 

He flips onto his side placing his hand on my stomach letting it rest there before starting to rub lightly. 

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to kiss you, but guess what? I won’t.” He finishes his sentence by dipping his hand completely into my shorts and cupping my heat. I throw my head back as I gasp yelling a fuck. He teases me running his fingers up and down my slit never touching my clit or entrance. 

“Harry I swear to god.” I breathe out and he pulls his hand out of my shorts as he climbs on top of me. 

“Hmm what? You swear to god what?” He mocks me and I groan as he leans in his lips nearly brushing mine. 

“Fucking do something.” I snap and he chuckles. His hand that’s not holding him up comes to the base of my throat to hold me in place as he teases me. 

“What do you want hmm? My fingers, my tongue, my cock. I need you to tell me.” He emphasizes every word and I let out a whine, as the anticipation builds up in my stomach. 

“God I don’t fucking care anymore! Anything please!” I beg desperate for any form of relief and he chuckles his grip tightening and making me moan. 

“All you had to do was say please.” He finishes mocking me before sitting back on his knees and pulling me up. He tears the shirt over my head throwing it behind him before pushing my chest back down to the bed. He moves back with his hands on my waist and once he’s in a suitable position his fingers hook into the waistbands of my shorts and underwear pulling them off my legs. 

Once he’s discarded the items he sits back admiring my body. How my chest rises and falls from my heavy breathing, the curve of my breasts, my flushed face. He observes it all. He leans down placing a kiss on my sternum before moving lower and lower murmuring out how beautiful I am between open-mouthed kisses. My hands find refuge in his hair as he spreads my legs apart hands resting on my thighs. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles leaning in and placing a kiss right above my clit making me gasp. My fingers tangle in his hair as he continues to tease me with kisses so close to my center but never giving me the relief I crave. I drop my head back letting the pleasure wash over me as I play with his hair. 

He pulls away for a second and I lift my head to see what he's doing before he dives straight for my center. His tongue connects with me and I let out a huge moan my body jerking back as he grabs underneath my thighs pulling me to his mouth. He licks a stripe up my cunt and I moan gripping his hair tighter. 

“Jesus barely even touched you and you're soaked.” He moans into my core and I drop my head back as he begins to suck on my clit. He alternates between sucking and licking me and the fire in my stomach continues to build. 

“H, I need more.” I beg through breathless moans and he removes one of his hands from my thighs bringing it up to my entrance. He thrusts two fingers into me making me scream as he sets a brutal pace. 

His fingers curve hooking my g-spot as his tongue rolls around on my clit. My fingers tighten in his hair as I feel the pressure in my stomach growing. My back begins to arch as my hips chase his fingers, meeting his thrusts and I clench around his fingers hard. 

“Gonna cum huh?” Harry detaches his lips from me looking up at me as I nod my head furiously. 

“Yeah.” I whimper and he moves his body up continuing the movement of his fingers. 

“Bring your knees up.” He demands and I listen planting my feet on the bed, freeing his other hand. He leans over me his face so close to mine as his free hand wraps around my throat. My back arches again making him grip my throat harder to keep me in place. 

“Just a fair warning, once you cum you’re not going to stop.” He whispers into my ear his grip loosening on my throat as my lips part in shock. He presses his forehead against mine as he moves his body closer ramming his fingers into me. 

“Come on be a good girl and cum for me, baby.” He orders, lips barely skimming my own as my back arches. His hand follows my movements before his grasp around my throat leaves moving to my stomach and pressing down. A long moan escapes me as I connect my eyes to his and as soon as they connect I knew I was a goner. 

The pressure in my stomach bursts and a wave of pleasure washes over me as I drop back down onto the bed. Moans escape me as his fingers continue working me through the high. As I start to come down my body screams at the overstimulation and I go to grab his hand to stop his movements but he grabs my wrist pinning my arm down onto the bed. 

“I already told you, you’re not stopping.” He smirks at me as my mouth falls open again in pleasure as I try to catch my breath. 

“Harry.” I breathe out as my stomach contracts making me moan. Not long after my first orgasm, my second one blindsides me making my free arm shoot up to Harry’s arm digging my nails in as my back lifts off the bed. I let out wild moans and he soaks them up leaning back to watch what he’s doing to me. I can hear the wetness every time he thrusts his fingers and I know he’s going to make me go for a third but I can’t my body is wrecked. 

“Harry, please. I can’t.” I beg, in between gulps of air and he slows his thrusts listening to me. He finally pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before leaning close to me. 

“You were right about one thing.” He whispers and I suck in a breath before replying. 

“What?” 

“I can’t resist you.” He finally says before pressing his mouth to mine. Our teeth clash as we both fight for control but he soon gains it slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moan into his mouth as his teeth nip at my bottom lip and I reach my hand out palming his cock. He moans into my mouth moving his hand to the back of my head to pull me closer to him. 

I continue stroking and palming his cock over his shorts until he groans against my lips. I pull back breaking the kiss as I sit up making him fall back on his knees. I grab the waistband of his shorts and boxers pulling it down and releasing his cock. Harry helps me take his pants off completely before I turn him around putting him where I was. When he’s in place I begin to observe his cock, his tip is bright red and leaking pre-cum. I spit into my hand before reaching out to his cock and wrapping my hand around it. 

Harry lets out a loud moan the moment I begin to stroke him dropping his head back in pleasure. I sit on my knees between his spread thighs as I swipe my thumb over his tip collecting the pre-cum. I continue stroking his cock and relishing in his moans before I decide I want to suck him off. I lean down to start but he wraps his hand in my hair stopping me. 

“I can’t handle your mouth right now.” He moans out and I nod. I sit back on my knees looking up at him through my eyelashes as I continue my movements. He locks eyes with me as I look up at him and his eyes roll back into his head. 

“Fuck. I’m going to cum.” He moans out dropping his head back slightly as I quicken my movements to pull him to the edge. I continue to stroke his cock and he lets out a loud moan before he starts cumming. His cum lands on my chest right above my breasts and he grabs my hand once the pleasure becomes too much. He drops back against the bed sucking in air and I sit back on my knees. Once he can finally be coherent again he sits up looking at me and groans. 

“You look so fucking sexy with my cum on your chest.” His eyes roam my body as I scoop some of his cum onto my fingers before licking it off and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. 

“Fuck off.” He groans dropping back onto his back leaving me to giggle as I climb off the bed. I turn on the bathtub in the room heating it to my desired temperature and letting it fill. Harry eventually finds his way to the bathroom wrapping his arms around me from behind as he kisses my neck. When the tub fills up I turn it off, getting into the water, and sighing as the hot water soothes my muscles. Harry dips his foot in yelping at the temperature making me laugh. 

“Jesus how are you not burning!” He asks in shock and I shrug my shoulders. He eventually makes his way in slipping behind me, making me sit in his lap. His arms wrap around me as we sit in comfortable silence as he places kisses on my neck and shoulders. 

“You know I could just slip my cock into you and no one would know.” He whispers in my ear making me laugh. 

“Way to ruin the moment.” I giggle shaking my head. “I’m sorry but I think the cameras would capture the reactions on our faces and know something's up.” I reason with him and he groans dropping his forehead onto my shoulder. 

“You’re right, but I hope you know the second these stupid rules don’t apply I’m fucking you out of this world.” He bites down on my neck making me yelp and I bring my hand up smacking his arm. 

“Oh, you better.” When the water turns cold we climb out of the bath, drying ourselves off and Harry heads back into the bedroom to grab our clothes. He comes back wearing his boxers before handing me just my t-shirt. I slip it on covering myself back up before he grabs my hand leading me back into the bedroom. He grabs the covers lifting them and letting me get into the bed. Once I get myself comfortable he follows suit pulling me into his arms. 

“I had a really good time.” I smile at him and he smiles back agreeing with me. My head rests on his chest and I let the beat of his heart lull me to sleep.

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The next day I woke up with a smile on my face. I woke up next to Harry and we spent the morning wrapped up in each other talking about anything and everything. I learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about me. We only get ready to leave the suite once the producers came and told us we had to go. 

On our way back Harry decided to head back to the bedroom and I decided to head down to the beach where I could see all the girls. He kissed my cheek goodbye and I head down, when the girls see me they start cheering. I sit down in a free chair as Ava jumps up ready to ask me questions. 

“I need all the details.” She looks at me with wide eyes and I chuckle taking a deep breath. All the girls are leaning toward me with interest, smiles lined across their faces except for Brooke. I tune her out as I begin. 

“I mean it was amazing. The suite is beautiful, it has a full-sized bed and in the bathroom, there's a bathtub but I mean that room is literally made to tempt you.” I tell the girls and some of them start to squeal. 

“We like talked a bit and played truth or dare to make it more interesting.” I smile as I remember what happened between us and Riley shoots up.

“Did he touch you?” she asks and I can’t hide the smile that forms on my face. 

“Yeah, he did. And it was worth every cent.” I flush at the memory before Kate pipes in. 

“Did you have sex?” I laugh a bit in shock at the question before shaking my head. 

“No, we didn’t.” I confirm and Ava and Riley jump up coming to hug me. 

“Girl! I’m so proud of you.” Ava nearly yells in my ear as she moves me side to side with her hug. Riley is the next one to praise me and Sage is the last one in line. 

“Yeah it was really hard, but I knew that we couldn’t go that far and Harry definitely knew too so that made it better to not just fuck him right then and there.” I explain and Sage squeezes my shoulder smiling. 

“Look at you growing.” Riley says seriously and I nod. 

“I’m really proud of myself. Before this I wouldn’t have even thought twice before having sex with him but even though we did lose money I feel both of us have grown through it.” Everyone sends me smiles before we get up and head inside. 

I run into the dressing room and get changed out of my clothes from last night before heading over to the cabana with everyone else. Harry and I sit next to each other seemingly having the same conversation with the boys as I did with the girls. His hand rests on my thigh as we wait for Lana to ding. 

“Hello. Harry and Y/N have breached the rules.” Lana says to no one's surprise. 

“Yeah, yeah just tell us how much we’ve lost.” Kate grumbles at Lana. 

“The list of offenses includes kissing.” Lana pauses as almost everyone awws for us. “Oral sex, and two counts of manual sex.” Ava lightly slaps my arm as I didn’t tell her the last couple of parts and I giggle sinking back into the couch. Harry grabs my hand squeezing it as we wait for Lana to tell us the damage. 

“Harry and Y/N’s actions have cost the group $17,000.” My mouth drops and I look at everyone's reactions. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t know it would cost that much!” I exclaim as Sage jeers us saying that everything was hopefully worth the money deduction. 

“But..” Lana speaks up over us and everyone goes silent. “Y/N and Harry were not the only ones who breached the rules last night.” Lana breaks the news to everyone and we all gasp. 

“Ava and Zayn, Louis and Sage, your kisses last night have cost the group $6000. Your prize fund now stands at $56,000.” Lana announces and I look over at Ava smacking her lightly. 

“Bitch you didn’t tell me!” I tease her and she rubs her arm with a pout on her face. 

“I didn’t have time too.” She defends herself and I let out a fake huff of betrayal. 

“Harry and Y/N. You failed the ultimate test of chastity. However, I do recognize that by not going all the way, you have demonstrated a level of growth that is encouraging, and you are forming a deeper connection.” Lana finishes turning off as everyone else begins to cheer. 

Louis pats Harry on the back as Ava engulfs me in a hug. After the meeting is over everyone goes their separate ways but Harry, Riley, Niall, and I all stay back at the cabana. 

We all talk and connect about being the only ones to have stayed together since the beginning and we also all plan to see each other once the retreat is over. 

When night falls upon us we all head back to the bedroom only this time Harry and I once again share a bed.

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 32: Haley's POV

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

To my delight, I awakened in the early morning with the person I had just shared quite a night with still by my side. I do feel fairly guilty for not returning the favor for Danny, but she had rocked my world so intensely that I couldn’t even register what had happened. 

I also was feeling a little nervous with everything too, considering it was my first time getting down and dirty with a girl. I really don’t want to embarrass myself, or make myself a fool. Being bad at things on the first try makes me lose my mind too, so I can either be phenomenal or nothing at all. Little dramatic on my part, but I don’t want Danny to laugh at me or pity me.

She really isn’t that kind of person though, she wouldn’t laugh at me or make fun of me. I know she would be patient with me and let me take my time figuring things out, but I don’t want to disappoint her. Danny really set the bar high with her performance last night.

Just as I was about to sit up in bed, I looked down and noticed Danny’s arm strewn across my stomach. Her hand was caressing the side of my hip ever so gently in her sleep. She was sleeping, stomach down, head turned away from me with the blankets weirdly entwined with her legs. She is a really warm bodied person, so I can see how the blankets got kicked down to our legs like that. I would’ve been cold all night if it wasn’t for her body heat.

I watch as Danny’s bare back rises and falls slowly with each deep breath she takes in her sleep. She was truly okay with sleeping naked last night, which I really didn’t mind. It is a nice treat to wake up to this morning, that's for sure. 

Suddenly, as if sensing I was awake, Danny rolls over onto her back with a groan. She stretches her arms above her head and grabs onto the headboard. At this moment, all other thoughts have escaped my brain and my heart flutters in my chest.

“Haley,” Danny groans in another attempt to stretch, this time her legs. “Are you up?”

“Mhmm,” I sing back, soaking up her beautiful body. I try to be polite, but my eyes just keep finding their way to her chest. 

“I did end up having a dream where this ended up coming off.” As she said that, she tugged at my nightgown. Danny had rolled onto her side now to look at me, propping her head up with her hand. 

“Oh, did you?” I seductively respond, propping myself up as well so we are face to face. She wraps her other arm around my waist and pulls me closer, pressing our bodies together tightly. 

“Do you always look this pretty when you first wake up?” Danny whispers.

“I could say the same to you…” I feel my cheeks heat up and look away sheepishly. She brings my gaze back to her by taking my chin in her hand. She softly kisses my lips, which I quickly return. 

What starts off as a wholesome moment, quickly escalates to a continuation from the night before. Our lips move in perfect sync with one another, sometimes slipping a tongue into the mix here and there. I find myself rolling on top of Danny so that I’m straddling her hips. She effortlessly slips my nightgown off and hangs it up on the post of the headboard. She does a double take when she notices her cowboy hat hung up on the same post.

“Hey, there’s my hat,” she exclaims as she reaches over and places it atop of her head. She just got significantly sexier with the hat.

“Oh my Yoba…” I mutter, feeling my underwear getting a little soaked. And so early in the morning, how dare she.

I feel her grab onto my hips and flip me around so that I’m now under her. She grabs onto the headboard with one hand and keeps the other wrapped around my waist. 

“Ah ah ah,” I managed to get out between kisses.

“What’s wrong?” Danny pulls back worriedly.

“You had your time to shine last night. It’s my turn,” With my movement, I slowly guide us into switching positions so that I’m back over her. 

“Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” Danny sighs, biting her lip.

“Well when you make that face at me. I’ll do anything for you,” I reply, nipping at her neck. She tilts her head back and untenses her body, putting her arms behind her head. She still has her darn hat on too.

I start to venture down her body the same way she did to me last night. I place kisses all over her body, focusing mostly on her chest. Soon after I travel down to just above the hem of her panties and nip at her skin around there. Taking a deep breath, I go to slip my hand under the waistband. But just before I do, I notice my long, manicured nails. I hesitantly cringe at the thought of using my wicked long nails to pleasure Danny, but then get a bold idea. 

I made the decision so fast, Danny didn't even realize I had hesitated. Instead of slipping my hands down the front of her waistband, I slip them down the sides and tug her underwear off. I gently graze my fingernail along the inside of her thighs, giving her goosebumps. My thumb finds its way to her clit and I rub in circles. She is soaking wet at my touch, making my stomach flip in excitement.

I lower my head down to between her legs and push her legs further apart so I can start using my mouth. 

“Oh Haley…” Danny moans, arching her back as my tongue makes contact with her clit. “I didn’t expect you to do that…”

I don’t reply since I was a bit busy, but I bring one hand up and flash my nails at her as my only explanation. 

I feel her legs start to quiver and shake but I hold them down, not letting her squirm away from me. I’ve never felt so dominant in a relationship before. Even between Danny and I, she is usually the one doing the work so this is a nice change.

“You are doing so well,” Danny moans to me, making my heart skip a beat. I watch her hand fly up and grab onto her hat as she arches her back again. Her body starts to shutter, and I feel her start pulsing against my tongue. She lets out a moan, but I hear her try to hold back anymore from escaping. She is making sure Emily doesn’t hear what's going on. 

Slowing down and pulling away, I look up to see Danny panting heavily, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

“You sure you’ve never done that before?” Danny breathes out. 

“I think I’d remember if I had,” I chuckle.

“Never know. What if you had too much to drink,” Danny teases, putting her underwear back on. I give her a playful shove as I get up to put some clothes on for the day.

“Round three?” Danny sneers, eyeing me up as I bend over to ruffle through a drawer of my dresser.

“Put your clothes on, silly,” I begin to put on a jean skirt and blouse. Danny tries standing up from the bed, but her legs wobble too much and she just falls back onto the bed. 

“I need a minute,” she huffs. I pick up her clothes from the floor and toss them at her, rolling my eyes playfully. 

She slips into her flannel and starts doing up all the buttons. She then finally stands up and hikes her shorts up and on. 

“Time for breakfast,” she slings her arm around my shoulders and walks us to the bedroom door to head out for the day. I have a sneaky feeling everyone is going to know something is up. Danny isn’t exactly the subtlest person ever. 

The two of us head over to the kitchen, Danny’s arm still slung around my shoulders. I feel a blush forming on my face as we near Emily who is sitting at the kitchen table. And just as I suspected, Danny cannot refrain from doing the most already.

“What’s up Emily!” She holds her hand up for a high five. Emily raises her eyebrow but smacks her hand against Danny’s. She quizzically turns to me for an answer, but sees the huge blush I have on my face. 

“OH MY YOBA,” She screeches. Her hands fly up to her mouth to cover it in shock. Danny goes to lean on the table, but stumbles as she just misses the corner of it. She cannot play it cool whatsoever. 

Time for me to get ready for a million questions and have the whole town know.