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chronically-ghosted · 6 months

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stay gold, baby boy

rating: 18+ (expliiiiicit)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: almost 6K

summary: six months into your friends-with-benefits situation, you institute a new game. A gold star on the board every time Dieter is a good boy. Today, he gets bingo . . . for wearing real pants.

warnings: friends with benefits (with more feelings), oral (m receiving), dom/sub dynamics (guess who subs today!), talks of edging, hair pulling, creampie, piv sex, praise kink, my mother raised me to have better taste in men but fuck it

a/n: remember when i posted this picture? And then this one? Remember how you could hear me yelling from space? Well, @sp00kymulderr has added fuel to the fire – Dieter and stickers. I can’t explain myself except that I was horny and I wanted to take his pants off with my teeth. So I did.

✨gif credit goes to the ever incredible, talented, and enabler of my dieter fantasies @perotovar! she saw me floundering with the header and immediately was like 'hold please i can make his baby cow eyes even better'✨

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With your foot on the low table, your ass firmly planted on the middle poofy cushion of the dumpster bin couch at the back of the trailer, thumbnail nibbled between your teeth, you have to admit it’s starting to get a little embarrassing. It’s honestly such a bad look.

Not that he would ever shame you for it. In fact, he’d probably like it.

And it’s not like you waited for him here all day. You had things to do as one of the co-screenwriters on this film. You had things to do and people to see and stuff to organize – all of which had nothing to do with Dieter fucking Bravo.

Okay, so a lot of it actually had to do with him. Lots of scene rewrites, lots of notes from the studio, lots of instances where the two of you had to put your heads together and come up with a solution that made the studio happy and didn’t make you want to claw your eyes out artistically speaking.

Which had led to this.

And the past six months of whatever this is. Working together led to seeing each other (outside of work), to eating with each other, to fucking each other – with the line firmly drawn there.

Whatever you may say about Dieter, the man could compartmentalize in a way that would make Marie Kondo weep with joy. By the way he treated you on set, no one in their right mind would ever have guessed he knew what you looked like naked. Or that he knew your left nostril twitched just before you came.

The same could be said for you too. Out of boredom one morning in the grocery store, you bought a trashy magazine with his face emblazoned across the top – Dieter Bravo and His Lonely Hearts Club. You weren’t one for the gossip rags, but flipping through it, not a single one of his “club members” mentioned his raging praise kink. You bought the damn thing on the spot, giving them all a consolation prize of some sort. Sorry, ladies, guess I win. Ha. Ha.

But, at the edge of the cushion, eyes occasionally flicking between the door and the failing darkness outside, you didn’t feel much like you’d won anything.

In fact, you’d lost. Big time. When all of this had been your stupid idea in the first place.

It had been your idea (and your initiative) to buy a packet of gold star stickers. Like the kind teachers use with their first graders. Actually, exactly like the ones teachers use for their first graders. You couldn’t form words when the woman at the education supply store ringing you up asked, “oh, what grade do you teach?”. You just tossed a twenty at her and booked it, your face painfully hot for a fairly innocuous purchase.

But all of that was his fault for dropping a praise kink and a teacher kink on you all at once the night after you jokingly spanked him with a ruler in front of the director, in-front of his co-star, because he wouldn’t agree to a line change, and he had to excuse himself from the room.

A month later and he forgoes touching himself for a gold star. He agrees to your line changes without argument for a gold star. He picks you up in the morning and drives you home at night for a gold star (you could drive yourself, but there’s always that last minute thing you need to talk to him about so you do it just because it’s easier, really).

He lets you come, over and over again, and keeps nothing for himself – all for a gold star.

Someone is bound to figure it out. They have to. Six months in and you’re getting sloppy. Obvious. What the fuck would you be doing in his trailer at seven o’clock at night after a full day of shooting unless you’re fucking him?

But you, worryingly, can’t find it in you to care.

You had lost your mind, that’s what you lost. Because tonight is the night Dieter gets his final gold star. It’s his reward but you’re about to vibrate out of your skin with want.

(It didn’t matter that you hadn’t seen each other in two weeks and by the third day, an ache had settled in behind your breastbone, one that clutched your phone in your hand, and forced your eyes to the screen every minute, checking for a new text message.

He called on day five, by the way.)

Your neck snaps up when you hear voices outside of the trailer. Laughter, his.

You suddenly feel the need to flatline against the floor in case anyone might see you.

Fuck, and how are you supposed to explain yourself if the someone he is with follows him into the trailer? Too many frightfully bad scenarios and you’re rooted to the floor, unable to make a single decision.

The metal latch clinks and his trailer door swings wide open.

“Yeah, man, I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

You can hear a deep, “see ya” from the other side (maybe Daryl from craft services?) and the scrap-metal trailer squeaks, as the lock clicks shut.

Dieter scratches his cheek, surveying the trailer as if some part of him knows something is different, but his conscious mind can’t figure it out.

Until he turns. And nearly leaps out of his skin.

“Fuckin’ – what are you doing in here? Wait – I thought you left town to scope out the new location in San Diego.”

You want to answer him. You know how – open your mouth and tell him the trip’s been delayed for a few days, nothing serious, timeline bullshit – but you can’t.

It’s officially embarrassing.

It’s embarrassing how turned on by Dieter Bravo you are.

Hair in all kinds of directions, skinny cloth bracelet loose around his wrist, he had pushed up the sleeves of his henley shirt, exposing the thickly drawn triangle over his forearm and the clear one near his wrist. His hand with the rings hangs by his side and something inside of you silently whines.

But what really sets you off, what really makes this embarrassing and terrible because there’s no bluffing here, no hiding your cards and folding – nothing you can do to keep spit from flooding your mouth the longer you look –

He’s wearing pants.

Black with loose belt loops. Zipper and all. A silver button sitting between his hips. Fuck. Just like you told him to. Fuck fuckfuck.

You’re briefly aware when he says your name and you have to make a physical effort to tear your eyes away from that glinting silver eye winking up at you.

Dieter’s frowning, knowing silence isn’t really your thing.

“Are you okay? Why are you –,”

As though it had called his name, his gaze drifts from your face to the table between you and him. Where his scorecard rests with four stars in the Good column, and shockingly, none in the Bad.

His mouth parts, eyes going dark, as the realization hits him like a mack truck.

“Delays,” you say suddenly, preemptively, knowing that normal people usually have some sort of preamble before tearing each other’s clothes off. You stand up a bit straighter, tilt your jaw away from him, gaze leveling him from the end of your nose. You have got to get this thing under control. “Frank ran into some scheduling issues with the boat for the lake scene so, until further notice, the trip to San Diego has been delayed.”

He blinks slowly as if he’d been struck over the back of the heat, mouth parted. He has such fucking gorgeous, fucking perfect lips –

“So you’re here?” he asks, his voice low, disbelieving.

You scoop up the scorecard and step over the table, your shoes long since gone. It’s like his vision narrows the closer you come; he is transfixed, gaze on you as if molded at the seams, as you step up to him. You tap him on the chest once with the corner of the scorecard, excitement and nerves and that ache making you tremble despite your confident appearance.

“So I’m here.”

“On the last day of the week.” Words thick, as if all the moisture had been sucked out of his mouth.

“On the last day of the week.”

“When I,” he swallows thickly, “when I should get my reward.”

God, this kind of power trip should not be making you this wet.

You lift your gaze from his chest, taking in his beautifully dumb-struck face.

“You will.” You nod. “And do you know why?”

His breath quickens, lip between his teeth, when you scratch off the final star from the package and stick it to the Good column.

“Because I was a good boy?”

You toss the scorecard behind you, it clatters onto the table, and you cup the back of his hot neck.

“Because you were a very good boy.”

He stumbles back, knees unsteady, when you kiss him. You see his eyes a split second before you close yours and hot electricity swoops down to the pit of your stomach. It would be mortifying if you just fucked him right here and now – he does deserve something extra special – but fuck – you want his whole hand inside of you.

His warm palm slides across your jaw, pulling you into him, and Dieter breathes, deep and long, inhaling as much as he can. You don’t think he realizes that he’s picked you up off the ground with his arm around your back until he opens his eyes, vision hazy and off-center.

“Go lock the door, baby.”

He nods and puts you back down. You slip off your jacket as he bolts the trailer door shut.

Dieter’s mouth drops open when he turns around and sees you on your knees.

Shit, you should have stolen some knee pads from the costume department.

“Really?”

You smile at him because he asks like a kid that just got offered a puppy for Christmas. You reach towards him and he takes your hand, unsteady on weak knees

“For as long and as much as you want.”

You palm him and Dieter groans, mouth-closed at the sensation, the hard ridge of the metal zipper not one he is entirely familiar with. At least, not like this. Beneath the warm press of your palm, you feel him thicken, harden, and you press more, digging your fingers into his thighs. The muscles in his legs tense, his mouth falls open, as his hips cant forward, desperate for the new weight of the zipper.

“And I won’t make you wait, Dieter,” you say, eyes tripping up from where your hand sits, up to the flash of exposed tummy where his pants have ridden down and his shirt slid up, into his almost surprised gaze. “You’ve been very good, wearing this for me, but I want you to learn why it’s important to wear pants with buttons.”

“I-I t-t-thought,” he tries, voice abruptly cutting off when you nuzzle the constrained bulge in his pants. He tries again, eyes slamming shut as if to stifle the sensation of your warm breath so near to where he needs you the most. “I thought i-it was so I d-din’t – didn’t look bad.”

Your face still pressed into his crotch, you briefly massage his calves, then the backs of his thighs. You cup the curve of his ass through the starchy back pockets, which is remarkably prominent now that he’s in something else than baggy sweatpants.

You shake your head, nose dragging along his hot length, against the space between his hip bone and his cock, smiling.

“Baby, you know I like how you look. I always want you to be comfortable.” You look up and meet his eyes. The remaining brown not yet wholly consumed by a blurry, heated darkness softens. Somewhere beneath the hazy, disarming feelings of lust currently filling his head like a bike tire, he’s still your Dieter. Or – well, wait – at least the Dieter you know. The Dieter you have impossibly fun times with. The Dieter who makes you laugh like no one else. The Dieter that can make you fall apart until you’re a gooey, dripping mess and he still manages to stitch you back together. The Dieter that keeps you up at night thinking he might possibly want something more. “But this is so much more fun.”

Grounding your chest against his thighs, holding yourself against him as leverage, you sink your teeth into the corner of the fabric fastening his pants together. Eyes up at him again, you tug and his cock is pushed up against your tits from the force of the pull. He rocks forward, an airy gasp escaping his mouth, and the button gives, the lip of the fabric sliding back as the silver disk slips through the hole. Now your touch is unimpeded by rough fabric when you lean forward and kiss him just below the waistband of his black boxers.

It takes you a second to realize that Dieter Bravo is wearing underwear at all and you smirk up at him.

Something about your gaze makes the tips of his ears go red, as if he had been caught being very naughty. His big hand cups from your jaw to your ear, as if trying to placate you, beg you not to be mad this close to his cock.

“You said I had to dress u-up,” he says, eyes wide and round. God, he’s trying to be so good. One week of the rating system and Dieter Bravo is a trembling mess. Despite your wildly beating heart, you smirk, your thighs shaking briefly at the sudden rush of tenderness you feel for the man in front of you. You hide your own blush by mouthing that open spot just below his tummy and above his cock, wetting the black material with your tongue. Before he can whine about it, you pull back just barely, enough to curl your fingers around both his black underwear and the pants he wore for you. Just as you begin to pull down, you nip the zipper between your teeth and slowly, slowly, rubbing your nose against him, tug the metal teeth apart. His pants open and Dieter groans loudly. He’s already so sensitive.

For a mouthy, ego-driven bastard, he really did have a magnificent cock. Flushed at the base, thickest you’d ever had inside you, and he’s leaking silvery threads from the head. The vein thickly pulsating on the side makes you wonder how he hasn’t passed out from all the blood rushing to his cock.

You lick that vein, that beating pulse, and his knees buckle. His massive hand grips your shoulder and Dieter shakes his head, his mouth wrenching open.

“Please, please — mhmm — don’t tease. I-I can’t – you haven’t – please.”

As if you would be cruel to him. You feel rather dizzy, elated on the idea that you wield this much power over him. That he trusts you with all of him. There it comes again, that arching ache in your chest.

“I’m just trying to get myself ready for you,” you confess quietly. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

Dieter swallows something large in his throat, panic receding from his eyes. His smile is small and his touch on your cheek is light.

“I know.”

And you weren’t lying. You’d never forget the sound of your jaw popping and cracking the morning after you sucked him off three times before you let him come. Dieter is shockingly big, annoyingly only when he uses it against you or makes you tell him over and over just how big he is before giving it to you. For now, you just want to remind him how very appreciative you are that he gives it to you at all.

Eyes decidedly looking away from the warmth on his face, you squeeze the backs of his thighs as you relax your jaw as much as you can. Above you hear him huff with his mouth shut as you start to take him in, your tongue wetting that soft skin on the underside of his cock. One move forward and you’ve wet him halfway, tongue massaging that vein. Another drop of your head and you’ve taken him completely.

“Fuck,” Dieter murmurs, the hand on your shoulder tightening. Your heart pounds in your chest all the harder when he takes his other hand and knots your hair with his fingers. By the twitching of his thighs beneath your palms, you know it’s taking every ounce of his restraint to not buck his hips forward. “That’s it that’s my girl you take me so fucking good you feel so fucking good.”

The thing about your mouth that is markedly different from your pussy: you can’t release your gag reflex to take more of him. But fuck, you want him to fuck the back of your throat – you just might drown before it happens.

He smells surprisingly clean as your nose inches closer and closer to his skin. With each pull, you slide your tongue down the other side, until it pokes through and licks where you haven’t reached with your mouth yet, inches from his pelvis. He shudders when you use the tip of your tongue.

“Oh my god, your mouth, baby, your mouth.” The words dribble out of his slack mouth, fingers flexing in your hair as if he can mimic pushing your head down further. You pull all the way off him, tongue catching the rim of his cock and he drops his head back against his shoulders and moans. The sound of it makes your pussy throb and you breathe out your nose to stifle your own noises. This is about him. He did good. He was a good boy the whole week.

You replace your mouth with your hand. Sufficiently wet from the way you slobbered all over his cock, you use a fist around his flushed head to smear pre-cum all the way down to the base of him. You brush his balls with your knuckles, just as you fit the tip between your lips, sucking – and Dieter bucks, hard.

“Ngh – shit! S-sorry!” His nails dig into his thighs, eyes squeezing shut as silvery threads spurt out from his cock.

Maybe you’d gone too far with the whole sticker thing and he really thought this was another test. His cheeks are burnt pink, his chest heaving and it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

“Dieter,” you cry softly, gently, comfortingly. He still doesn’t open his eyes, not even when you resume stroking him. You lick the soft skin of his balls and his gasp punches the air out of his lungs, his eyes splitting open. He looks down at you, thighs trembling and you squeeze him gently. Not to edge him or punish him, but to make this last a bit longer for him. “Dieter, take your shirt off and sit down.”

He can’t move fast enough. He yanks the henley over his shoulders, the collar scraping his hair up in wild directions. He goes to sit but his thighs are shaking too much and he just sort of tumbles onto his ass. Smiling, you take your own shirt off, hoping to save this particular bra reveal for another time, but fuck, this time is as good as any. Despite his panting and squirming, his gaze rolls from your face to your tits. Emerald green with black lace, this is far too nice for a work bra and it properly communicates to him that you were going to fuck him whether or not he was going to get that final gold star. The realization is visible as it crosses his mind, bleeding hungry black in his eyes.

You take off his pants all the way, before sliding your own jeans down and to the floor. His roving gaze catches the matching panties and the noise in his throat is deep, like a smothered grunt.

“Now, I’m going to suck you off no matter what,” you say as you crawl in between his legs, before leaning back and sitting on your heels. You smooth your hands down his thighs, near his red, stark cock, but not touching. Dieter’s breathing hitches in anticipation, not sure where to put his hands or his gaze. “But I want you to answer one question for me first.”

He nods rapidly, spreading his knees further for you as if to remind you there’s other places he could be fucked.

“Why did you think I was going to punish you today?”

You’ve asked this question paraphrased a dozen times, usually when you both know the answer: he came without asking, or he came by himself, or any of the dozen reasons Dieter liked to push your buttons, only for you to break him as far as he can go. But today, there’s no sultry edge, no double meaning. Your question is sincere and it takes him a moment to understand. He swallows as his eyebrows tug down on his forehead, something vulnerable flashing in his eyes before a look of uncertainty crosses his face.

“We’ve never had sex just to have sex.” He says it like a question. He settles into the floor one hand going behind his head, the linear tattoo on his forearm dark like a third eye. “Not that I’m complaining but it’s always a competition, or because we’re bored, or you wanna work out some personal shit because of the costume department. I know this is my reward, but I figured there had to be some kinda catch to it.”

You frown deeper than him. “There’s no way we haven’t had normal sex.”

Something like a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Define normal sex.”

Now it’s your turn to go warm across the cheeks. “I mean, like . . . outside of . . . our roles. Where there aren’t roles at all. It’s just . . .”

You break off for the third time, the look in his eyes forcing you to snap your mouth shut before you say something incriminating like, just us.

Dieter shakes his head. “No, we haven’t.”

“You’re telling me in six months, that’s never happened once?” You adjust on your heels and cross your arms. “It’s not like you can remember every time we’ve had sex.”

“I do.” This, coming from him, is not a question. It’s an irrefutable statement that you don’t seem able to refute with a no you don’t. There is no room for arguing.

Driving right on through the heat of your cheeks, that ache returning, you shake your head. “Then doesn’t that get old? Having to play games every single time?”

Dieter pouts as he thinks, eyes on the roof of the trailer. “Sometimes, but I don’t mind. Not enough to want to stop fucking you.”

“So, after a week of nothing, you were totally willing to let me edge you within an inch of your life? Let me treat you badly?”

Dieter smirks and it suddenly feels like you’re the one under him. “Sure, but you like me too much to keep it going for too long. And you like watching me come.”

Your teeth grind together at this very bold accusation, your entire face blazing. Weren’t you supposed to be domming him today??

His feet slide out beside you and Dieter is the very picture of arrogance, his arm still tucked behind his head. He drums his fingers on his stomach.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he says, the smirk around his mouth soft, “I like you too.”

It doesn’t. Not really. Not when his words spear through you hot and hard, landing in your chest like a landmine. Fuck.

Fuck.

“Oh, so this is all for me, then?” You ignore the fact that you’ve slipped back into your role in active defiance of talking about this anymore, and crawl forward until your forearms frame his head. That teasing contentment fades from his face as he watches you, eyes following a line that only he can see from your nose, lips, chin, throat and tits. Your hair slips off your shoulder, darkening the light on his face when you straddle his waist. “But what about you? Don’t you want to come?”

He nods, slower than before, but only to keep from breaking eye contact with you. Light as feathers, Dieter trails his fingers up the backs of your thighs, over the curve of your ass, to settle into your hips. His mouth parts in anticipation, pink tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“I do,” he says, rolling his neck as if he can see more of you this way. “I really fuckin’ do.”

“What a coincidence.” You shift down, dragging the wet patch on the emerald green underwear beneath your drooling cunt, shift until it slides across his half-hard cock and Dieter’s hands dig into your hips, a groan breaking off in the back of his throat. His eyes slip half-closed, a thick, smoky black enveloping that beautiful brown. “So do I.”

Grinding down over so slightly, you roll your hips once more – Dieter tenses, his hands easing to the tops of your thighs – before sitting back on his knees.

“Now relax, baby, you’ve earned it.”

You drop forward over his hips, open your mouth, and slurp him up between your lips.

The noise that comes out of his chest is broken, knocked loose, split down the middle. You take him all in one, down until your nose is tickled by his coarse hairs, and you swallow. He is immediately, instantly, rock hard and dribbling. You swallow again and his hands dive into your hair, knotting the strands around his fingers, the way a rider draws up the reins of his horse. He goads you down with just gentle pressure, needy and demanding all at once, and you take him, and you take him, and you take him until the blunt head prods the back of your throat and you gag, throat constricting, and Dieter’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Shit, that’s too fucking good.”

You breathe out your nose, pulling up just enough to keep him off your reflex, but instead you hollow out your cheeks and suck, tongue pressing up against him and around that hammering vein.

And here, here comes the sound you’ve wanted from him all night –

Dieter whines, high and keening, his neck straining, your skull pinching from where he pulls. Between your thighs, the emerald green is completely ruined, buffed out dark in the wet.

The vein throbs again and you nearly drop onto your elbows, not caring if you choke or drown or sputter, you want him in your mouth, you want that salty, gooey taste of him that you find you can’t seem to lick up enough. You want him inside you –

With a grunt that morphs into a groan as it rises up his chest, he tugs hard enough on your hair that the pain splits your mouth open, head tugged back enough that he slips out of you, a thread of pre-cum from your puffy lips to the tip of his blunt head.

You lied. This wasn’t entirely for him.

You can feel your lips twist into a snarl. “Dieter, what are you –,”

He kisses you with such a force, that noise in his chest is transferred to yours, a collision that sparks a causal nexus and his own desperation bleeds with your own. The kiss is messy, dizzying, spit and pre-cum smearing across swollen lips and wet tongues. He twists his fingers deeper into your hair, as if he can consume you through the bowl of your skull.

Your name is something that tumbles, falls, drips from him, his mouth tilted a fraction of an inch away from yours. Eyes dark, full, a beast that howls for the moon in your eyes.

He’s going to fuck your brains out on the floor of this rickety-ass trailer.

Dieter tugs you forward, drags you onto your knees over him as he settles beneath you. Your fingers knock with his in a fight to reach your panties first, to shove them down your hips and thighs, get them to the floor.

Dieter’s flushed, pupils dark, big hands grappling against the weight of you as he pulls you onto him. You are so aroused, so sunken into the smoke of lust, you go as you are moved, his cock smearing apart your wet pussy. Dieter sits up, eyes locking onto where you’ve nearly become a single creature, and then he hesitates.

Sanity seems to ring his bell, for just a moment. Without waiting, he sucks two fingers into his mouth, coating them with his spit, and you can see what he’s about to do just before he moves. You shake your head, knees aching from carrying your weight against the flat trailer floor, and sit up off him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Don’t need it,” you mutter before licking into his mouth. He drops his head back to let you sink your tongue between his lips. Both hands wrapped around his jaw, you thumb his earring and he grunts out the side of his mouth. “I want –,”

His big hands settle and it’s like he dropped a thousand pound weight between your ribs. You drop, right onto him, his cock forcibly shoving you apart in a single thrust. Dieter barks out a moan, his hands clutching your spine, teeth going for your shoulder to muffle anything else that threatens to escape him.

You swear your nerves are on fire.

He always takes his time with you, for your benefit, and his. He can be maddening and incessant and demanding, right up until this part, the part where he could actually hurt you. Right then, he waits. Lets you come to him. Let you take as much as you want and he holds you tight.

But this, this is you taking all you want and then some.

In the split second you allow for your bodies to recognize the give and the take, the swell and the invasion, you meet his gaze.

No roles. No games. No landmines.

Exposure.

Blistering and brittle.

Safety.

You curl your toes underneath you, grip his shoulders, and slide up on an inhale. On an exhale, you thrust down and you don’t know who cries out louder.

Dieter pulls you to him, arm banded around your back, the other to balance as he leans back to meet your downward strokes with his upward thrusts. His fingers pinch the clasp of your bra and the straps slide off your shoulders, your frantic bouncing knocking those emerald cups loose.

“Oh, yeah, oh fuck yeah.” He mouths at your collarbone, tonguing the sweat that blooms across your skin. Your short huffs have your chest trembling, a shudder disrupting your breath when he uses the blunt edge of his teeth against the soft curve of your breast. His nose against your skin, he turns his head and licks your nipple into his mouth. He sucks, licks, your rapid rise and fall catching your sensitive peak against the tops and bottoms of his teeth. He uses the barest hint of pressure and your back arches. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, repeating that same pattern with his tongue, while his fingers flick your hardened bud.

You think you’re going to melt, fracture and ooze into this hot pool of pleasure that hums between your legs.

“Fuck, Dieter,” your own voice is unrecognizable, breathy and high, cut short every time his hips meet yours in a harsh slap, “I can’t –,”

He rubs up against something truly devastating inside of you and immediately your legs give out. You topple into him, arms around his neck, nose pressed up against his jaw. You feel his overheated skin, a balm, a solidifying force, against your cheek. The whirling inferno in your head soothes. A drop of sweat from his hairline trails down by your eye and you lick it.

“Make me come, Dieter,” you whisper for him, of him, beg in a way that only he can hear. You nuzzle his earring and he keens. “Please – I need it – n-n-need you.”

Open-mouthed, breath hot, flush down to his chest, he slithers the hand against your back between your warm bodies and finds your clit. Drags his thumb across it as his hips pound up into you – you can’t hear what he says in your ear, the edge you’re dangling over loud and pulsing – and then there’s a softness against your throat.

The white spark between your thighs erupts and you come so hard you scream. A release. Controlled and contained brightness now spilling out everywhere, you can feel it as you soak his lap. It drips and winds down, and it drunkenly slides off you. Finally, you curl into him, a muddled tingle radiating out across your nerves.

You sink into your skin again and hear him, still whispering, still talking.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come it’s okay baby I’ve got you I’ve got you I’m here – I’m gonna – g-gonna – oh, shit,”

His hips thrust up one more time before a full body shudder yanks his words and the air right out of his mouth. You melt as his cum floods your insides, the warm pulses intoxicating in the place he so forcefully claimed for his own. His shoulders curved towards you, his hand pinches the knot of your spine as if to steady himself, palm scalding against your skin. In your exhaustion, your sweaty forehead falls against his.

He doesn’t seem to mind.

Seconds mold into minutes, minutes into maybe hours then days.

Dieter’s trembling elbow finally weakens and with his arm around your back, he tips you both backwards.

His cock rubs up inside of you in a new way and your cunt clenches involuntarily. You both groan when his cum leaks out of you, squeezed out by the contraction. You shift your hips to lay fully on him, and his cock slides out, but his arm around you remains.

It remains long after your breathing settles, long after the sweat dries and your exposed skin grows cold. The longer you lay together, the more you feel he’s going to start stroking you, touching you in a way that a fuck buddy shouldn’t. But he doesn’t. He keeps you close but doesn’t move.

The feeling, the ache in your chest. It’s soothed and hastened by the beating of his heart beneath yours, your ear lying flat against his chest. It beats so loudly for you.

For some unfathomable reason, you glance up at the window. It’s dark out, the sun set and gone. For all you know, you two might be the only two people on the entire lot.

“Dieter.” His name sticks in your mouth. “Dieter, I –,”

“Five stars?”

You blink, lifting your head for the first time in ages, sweat on his skin almost suctioning your ear to his chest. He’s grinning, curls matted and damp against his forehead.

He reaches up to the table behind him and snags that stupid bingo card, along with that packet of shiny gold star stickers.

This feeling, you can contain it.

For now.

Smirking down at him, you peel off one of the bigger stars and with your thumb, you press it into the center of his forehead.

“Five stars, Dieter. Five star dick.”

His smile widens.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #the bubble fanfic #the bubble 2016 #the bubble fic #the bubble fanfiction #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic #the bubble

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alor3falor3 · 1 year

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The Tweels have been rotting my brain too much and then fucking you in their eel forms ❤️

-🕸️👾

Honestly Anon.. same

TW: Marking, Eel fucking/monster fucking, the Tweels being ass holes, belly bulge, double penetration, mentions of breeding kink, Blood

Fem Bod reader

(These damn Eels take over me, I need help)

-The Tweels are nothing much then teasing ass holes.

-Being in a relationship with one was bad enough now two is worse at that point but having a monster fucking kink gets in the way big time.

-Imagine you are just minding your own business, taking a bath, until these two fuckers come walking in just to disable your walking abilities.

-But when they decide to just fuck you in their eel form, you’re in for a wild ride

-Their cocks are both different from each other as in looks. Floyd’s is on the slightly thinner side (he still keeps the thick aspect) but he’s still absolutely massive and is longer than his brother, Jade. Jade meanwhile has more grith then Floyd yet is slightly shorter but like I said is still massive.

-Floyd and Jade will switch turns for who uses your mouth or your greedy little cunt to stuff all their seeds in.

-Breeding kink. Don’t get me started on it, bring it up to both of them and they would have baby fever and would fuck you endlessly eel form or not

-When it comes to marking, Floyd wouldn’t nibble, he would full on bite you just to leave big markings on your skin and due to eels being able to dislocate their jaw, that makes it better for him to mark you more. Jade on the other hand gives light kisses unless he’s getting aggressive then he’d be more like his brother, making sure to suckle, nibble, and make bite marks all over your precious skin

-The Tweels would be so down bad for you to ride one of them with one of their massive cocks stuffing you full and your hands work on the other one.

-Depending on who you ride first, Floyd would make sure that he sees a visible belly bulge and just praises how good you’re doing but sprinkles a little bit of degrading while he’s at it. He’d probably slam back into you to feel that spot that always has your legs go weak.

-If you’re riding Jade, He would make sure he finds all your sensitive spots simply so he can just bully it with his cock as much as he can so you can Sob all over it. (Would probably make Floyd Jealous so he’ll grab the back of your neck and forces you to take his cock in your mouth)

-The Tweels are fond to just double penetrating you. As much as you keep crying about how it’s too much and you feel too full with simply one of the twins in you but two? Goodness, we must pray for your survival! You would be weeping as you hold onto one of their shoulders for stability but kinda fails as you won’t be able to think straight at all!

“I-It’s too much..!” Your protest grow deaf to their ears as it only made them way to destroy you even more as they bully their cocks in and out of your gushing cunt. Jades webbed hands slowly trailed up to caress your body with light touches before he cups one of your breasts as a toothy grin smears across his face. “You’re too precious, you know that? Such a beautiful little doll..”

Floyd’s hands began to tease your nub as he rubbed it with his thumb. His eyes were filled with greed and lust. He wanted more and more. His long tongue slid into your mouth to silence your protests, his lips came in contact with yours with a rough kiss and his tongue roaming your mouth. He parted so you can breathe. “But shrimp~ you’re taking us so well~ it seems like she can’t help but want more..”

His voice turned to a low growl. “Aren’t I right, Jade?” The twin looked at his brother as Jades mouth slowly trailed to your neck. “Well, she wants us to stop doesn’t she?” Their powerful thrusts slowly came to a stop as they pulled out causing you to whine. “No..!~” You kept begging and mewling for them to make you feel full again.

“Such a greedy little bitch..”

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #x reader #twst floyd #twst smut #twst jade #floyd leech #floyd leech smut #jade leech #jade leech smut #polyamarous

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scudslut · 3 months

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18+, mdni

scud is such a little slut i can’t.

this man cannot get enough head from you. and i mean anywhere, anytime, any place, doesn’t matter. blade could be right around the corner and he’d still be whimpering in your ear trying to keep quiet as he ruts into you, “baby please, need you so bad.”

he’s horny 24/7 and is absolutely not afraid to beg for it; honestly likes to be a pathetic, whiny mess for you. he’ll shamelessly get down on his knees, pleading like the greedy boy he was.

“come on baby, i’ll be so good for ya, just need to feel those pretty lips. do you know how good you make me feel?” and how could you possibly say no to your sweet, needy man? you’ll play hard to get for sure, but when it came down to it, you wanted him down your throat just a bad as he did. you loved how vocal he got. when he became a twitching and overstimulated mess beneath you. you’d suck him past his orgasm, even when he had to hold himself back from pushing you off, his overused, and oh so sensitive cock screaming at him to stop, but he liked it, and you knew that. “fuck, that’s so good mommy,” he’d weep, tears threatening to spill down his flushed cheeks

of course, he’d always return the favour with ample enthusiasm (and skill), he was greedy but certainly not selfish. he’s just as big a fein of eating you out, could do it till the sun rose and you both passed out, so high and fucked out you’d fall asleep still naked, in a heap of tangled limbs.

and god he loved when you’d wake him up later, lips kissing and licking him out of his stoned slumber. your lips wrapping around his weeping tip as you watched him moan and whine nonsense into the hazy, afternoon air. he wouldn’t even open his eyes at first, just grab your cheek gently, coaxing you to take him deeper. “oh shit baby, your so fucking good to me. mhm, just like that.”

you never felt used, you loved to treat your man. after all, you were just as slutty as he was.

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— god i’m such a whore for him, BYE

#scudslut #scudsmut #scudfrohmeyer #scud x reader #scudlikestud #scud #scud blade 2 #scud frohmeyer #josh frohmeyer #norman reedus #norman reedus smut #blade 2 #scud drabbles #fem!reader #x reader #subscud

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carmenberzattosgf · 5 months

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riding carmy in his office oops!

( this ended up being kinda subby carm??? hope thats okay) I think this is something that honestly wouldn't happen too often, except for late at night when no one else is there. In my mind once The Bear is opened, Carmy tries his best to be more professional. His resolve drops after a particularly bad day, though.

You know from the second you entered the office Carmen had a bad day. It's nearing midnight, and the restaurant is completely empty. The look in his eyes make it clear he doesn't want to talk about it, but you didn't really have much talking in mind anyway.

You start by straddling his hips in his office chair, giving him a big hug. Carmy practically melts into your body. "You know, Carm, I think I know something that might make you feel better," you smirk.

"Oh yeah? What might that be?" You don't answer at first. Instead leaning down to leave kisses along his neck. His grip on your waist tightens as you suck on his pulse point.

"Gonna ride you until you feel better," you whisper into his ear. You feel him tense up underneath you, and move to hold his face in your hands to make him maintain eye contact. "Does that sound good, baby?"

"Y-yes. Yes please," he stutters out, already a hazy look in his eyes. He loves it when you take charge like this. It helps him de-stress after a long day. It's nice for him to not be in control for once.

You work quickly to take of your pants and underwear before moving to his, throwing the clothing to the floor. He's already rock hard before you even touch him. "Oh, sweetheart, you must need it bad, huh?" you say teasingly.

"Need it. Need you. Need to be inside you so bad, please," Carmy begs. His fingernails dig into your skin from how hard he's gripping your hips.

"I'll take care of you, baby. Gonna make you feel so much better." You line up his weeping cock with your center before sinking down on his length. A guttural moan leaves Carmy's throat at the feeling of your soaking cunt engulfing him. His head falls into the crook of your neck when you bottom out, trying to muffle his desperate whines as you moving on his cock. You won't allow that though. You wanna hear him.

With both of your hands you pull his head out from your neck and cup his face. "You know I don't like it when you hide like that. Want to hear you and see that beautiful face, my pretty boy." Carmy's face is practically painted pink at the praise. He's not going to last long like this.

"Sorry, wasn't thinking. You just feel so good, baby. Shit-" You pick up the pace that your hips bounce, watching as his face scrunches in pleasure. That's your favorite part of having him like this, to see him slowly lose himself in the feeling of you.

You know he's nearing his orgasm by how much he's twitching inside of you. "You gonna cum, Carmy? Gonna cum for me? You've been such a good boy, listening to me so well."

Carmy whimpers as you encourage him. "Shit- you're so good to me. So fucking good to me. Want you to cum, too." His thumb begins to circle your clit in quick movements. The feeling starts to bring you to an edge.

You're getting desperate now, lifting up your hips in rapid succession to chase your high. Carmy's other hand stays on your waist, aiding in your movements. His thumb never slow down on your clit, determined to bring you to orgasm. He's holding back his own climax, wanting to cum with you. This is about him though, not you. "Go on Carmy, fill me up. You've been so good, baby. Cum for me."

A strangled groan leaves his mouth as he spills inside of you. The feeling of him inside of you combined with his thumb circling your clit sends you right over the edge, too. You stay wrapped up in his arms while you both come back down. He's the first to break the silence.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that."

"Anything for you, Carmy. Let's clean up and go home, yeah?"

The night ends with you and Carmy back at home in bed, wrapped up in each others arms while you both drift off to sleep <3

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear fanfiction #i wrote this in an hour #theres so much a girl can accomplish with a computer and a dream #brain rot

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fairytsuk1 · 6 months

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ALEX FINGERING YOU 🤲

alex fingering you

honestly he would be pretty unsure of himself at first, especially if you haven't had much experience so i don't think he has either. the MINUTE he thinks you guys might be having sex, he's lowkey stressing and cutting his nails super short, taking an extra shower, making sure he looks good and trimmed and clean, there's so much to worry about!

except there really isn't much to worry about. not at all, considering the more you have sex the more alex realizes that you think he's hot, and you want him; there's basically nothing he can do that wouldn't make you feel good.

once he's comfortable, alex wants to be between your legs every minute of the day. there's something about the cheekiness of a panty line. the wet spot clear when you work your sweatpants down. the way a thong perfectly accentuates your ass and teases him till he desperate. alex could fuck you all day long, and if he's not making love with you, he's making you cum.

you lay against his chest. his shirt fits loosely on you as he keeps your legs open with his. you feel utterly exposed with the way you writhe in his arms as he kisses your neck or tweaks a nipple, "aw, babe. you're so needy. it's so cute."

"alex," you whine, face turned and buried in his chest, "just touch me, already."

"you're so impatient," he chides gently, hands grazing the hemline of your panties as soft fingers rub over your clothed slit, "you don't have to be so demanding. i'll give you what you want."

you don't say anything, only sighing in pure pleasure. thankfully alex knows how to fill the silence, "you've been thinking about me for a while, hm? go on, tell me, you've been wanting me to touch your pussy? your clit?"

"yes. fuck, yes," whimpers spill out your mouth like a faucet, "i needed you all day but you were too busy streaming."

"yeah?" he circles your clit with pressure just barely there, "i know, baby. i know i get busy, that's why i like times like these... i fucking love them. i love you."

"i love you but m-more, gimme mo--"

alex's hand is taken away, eyes sly as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. it's erotic, the way his tongue laves over his own fingers the same way you run your tongue over his weeping slit.

his hand is quick to delve back under your panties, sliding over your slippery folds with ease, "that's it. just relax for me, my love."

"oh my god," your eyes squeeze closed as alex slips two thick fingers inside you, "love your hands so much, love how they fuck me. oh, fuck!"

he's so hard in his pants behind you, breath growing ragged as he curls his fingers in your tight walls. the clicking sounds of his fingers working in and out of you sends your head in a tail spin. only alex knew how to touch you so well. how to fuck you so well. he treated you so well.

"mmf! yes, lex!" and you're so close, so fucking close to that precipice on the edge.

"gonna cum? let go on my fingers, baby, fuuckk. cum all over my hand, gonna look so beautiful baby," and alex sounds like he's about to cum with how his voice grows breathy while working you to the brink.

it all builds up so slow, but then you're barreling towards the end. your orgasm bursts behind your lids like a firecracker as you ride his fingers. you're using him to get off, and it's the most attractive thing he's ever seen.

the column of your throat is bared vulnerably as you tremble and shake in his hold. alex thinks it must be the most beautiful you've ever looked.

#quackity imagine #quackity scenario #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity smut

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qvrcll · 1 year

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playing dangerous

rookie ! leon kennedy x female reader

summary: you catch leon in between the most riveting compromise possible. as he leans towards human combustion and embarrassment, you catch onto the opportunity to show how much you didn’t mind at all. or in which you help leon in the back of his cop car.

warning: nsfw under cut, m4sturbation, reader basically helps leon out :)

a/n: woah another qvrcll leon fic, quick whoever is surprised raise ur hand!! no seriously, i need this man sooo bad, its no longer a joke help… this filthy indulgence is a result of playing dangerous by lana del rey, enjoy :)

Leon felt the stinging press of his restrains weigh down on his consciousness. He thought he’d remained implicit with his decision — to try not to think of you when the days are too funereal and held too many blinkered thoughts. He’d thought and thought and thought… and finally, he’d snuck a hand down the tight fabric of his jeans, amassing the thick swell of pre-cum from the head of his dick across its length. Finally sighing in content at the thought of having himself in the tight space of his car.

He had secretly retreated into his reserved cop car and decided to indulge with the memory of you in the back seat.

Until, ofcourse, he was so rashly interrupted.

“Hey, Leon—“ your voice had emerged from the seat beside him, as you perched across from it with a dry sigh. Only when you had processed that the officer’s hand was halfway down his pants, did you feel yourself cram with the feeling of surprise. Shame? There was really none, when your friend looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Fuck—shit—“ his hand flung out his pants, cheeks heavy with a reddish tinge and his demeanour defiled with the shame of being caught fisting his dick. In all honestly, he carried that shame along with the fact that he had thought of you with every stroke and grab of his dick. And now, you were here, expression clouded with perplexity.

The way he had wanted to escape. “I’m so sorry—I—I can leave—“

“Wait—Leon…” an armed restrained him. His skin was hot with shame and thoughts of you. You simpered, melting into the seat — you could work with this.

He looked puzzled and humiliated, opting to stare at the floor. We can’t have that, now, can we?

“Look at me,” you whispered, not admonishing at all. But he still quivered, meeting your lax, riveted eyes with shaking cobalt ones of his own. Baby blue and shaken, how cute.

“Oh, baby, don’t be sad,” you cooed, shuffling closer. He looked surprised and you loved it — his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when you bunched up the fabric of his pants, flukily making out an outline of his dick, still hard and aching through it, “want me to take care of that?”

He resorted to a meek nod, his mind a collusion between is this really happening and is this alright and fuck it, I need you’s until it all resulted in a mush.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” your hands stroked his inner, clothed thigh, skirting around his hardening length on purpose. He’d whined then, low and keen but so good, it sent a jolt up your spine.

“Please… Need you so bad… please touch me…” his words had come out strangled in a way but still touched you, in a freakish way. You’d donned it holy in a way, he’d professed his cruel need for you — and you were intent on giving it to him in the back of his cop car.

“Good boy,” you’d whispered against his earlobe, taking the flesh into your mouth. As your hands reached to discard of his pants, you’d grabbed and stroked his entire, weeping length till it rang cries from him, deep within.

“Agh—angh—please… please keep going—fuck—“ he stuttered.

You smiled, sickly sweet, and clasped harder as your hands ran a deep assault down his length, fleshing his orgasm out in hot, thick spurts of cum against his cop uniform.

And as he calmed down, breathing heavily, breath caught between his teeth, he felt you smile into his eyes. His cheeks hurt then, from smiling, intent on pouring his heart to you, boyish in a way that smoothed all the possible creases and stuff of the nervous past — until your fingers brushed the budging vein on his dick, springing him with a defeated whine.

“It’s not over yet, sweet boy” you bit the words past your swollen lips, and his soul crested as you sank amid his trembling thighs.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #re2r leon x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil fic #leon kennedy fic #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader fic

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divine-misfortune · 2 months

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void...void what the fuck

elaborate

Well I dunno...

Phantom would be so desperate, too needy to even think about teasing. Honestly, if not for Swiss having a hand on the situation, he'd have just tugged his pants down and fucked him dry but of course Swiss isn't thinking entirely with his dick, only a little.

Snaps his teeth at Phantom and growls when he moves to touch him without permission, and poor Phantom sits there practically shaking like a leaf watching Swiss finger himself open. At least Swiss is nice enough to pet the spade of his tail over the underside of his cock, just to hold him over.

Think that Phantom begs to mount him properly when Swiss finally lets him crawl closer. Mouth dry, voice soft with an oddly innocent quality as he says it, and when Swiss asks why, well - "I want to make sure it takes, so nothing can drip out. You need to take all of it." and if that doesn't make Swiss' dick throb almost painfully...

Phantom pops that ruddy little head into him and nearly cries. Swiss might've prepped himself some, but not much, Phantom's cock wasn't big by any means and he wanted to be tight around him still. He just has to press in to the hilt, has to feel Swiss wrapped around every inch of him, and he's panting by the time their hips are flush.

Brain gone fuzzy with need he almost gets lost in it, Swiss has to give a little wriggle back against him to bring him to earth again. Has to remind Phantom "if you wanna breed me, gotta fuck it into me baby" and that's what sets him off.

Phantom's only upright for a few minutes, eventually he's folded over Swiss' back just barely pulling out to press back in. He never wants to leave the tight heat of his body, wants to live in this mind numbing bliss for the rest of his days. His claws rake little welts into Swiss' soft hips, and he'll feel a little bad about it later, but he can't seem to pull Swiss back to meet his thrusts hard enough.

Sooner or later the tears come, wet against his shoulder blade, Phantom weeps and begs and pleads as his knot starts to get pudgy. Barely catching but enough they can both feel it. Enough that Swiss is starting to unravel.

"Fuck - fuck, hells. Swiss, Swiss, please." He'd warble once his knot gets thick enough it truly tugs when he tries to pull out. "Gotta. Gotta let me. Tell me I can, need you to - tell me to breed you."

Honestly he can't even keep his voice level anymore, not when Phantom's hammering into him, pressing against that sweet spot that sends his brain offline. All he can manage is a string of yes's panted out into the sheets.

"T-Thank you, oh Belial. S'gonna be so good, you're gonna get so full with my litter. Keep you on my knot till you do, make you mine, change you, oh fuck Swiss I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me, shit, puppy - make me your bitch."

#idk what im talking abt rn i justtttttttttttttt #answered #spicy tag #void rambles #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #swisstom #swiss x phantom #cw breeding

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rokomoi · 1 month

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“my baby became an angel”

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synopsis: zb1 reaction(?) to their partner’s death.

disclaimer: english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry if they’re grammar mistakes. plus, idk if this even counts as a reaction and more of thoughts😭.

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-jiwoong-

he was actually in the hospital, visiting you but he had to take a phone call and went outside to take it since you were already sick enough and honestly he didn’t want you to bother you even more and possibly cause more stress to you :(. he was pacing back and forth talking on the phone, in front of the door to your hospital bedroom when he saw a flock of doctors and nurses rushing towards your room, he got scared and instantly hung up on the person on the other line and rushed inside but he was held back and was let out of the room but all he could see was you laying down on the bed, motionless and the flat line beeping pretty loudly whilst doctors were trying to save you with the shock machine(?). when he got the news of you passing, he may have cried a few tears but he still wanted to put on the strong persona for you, since you liked that about him and he regularly visits your grave and sits there and talks about his day and how he is feeling and doing after you’ve been gone, definitely keeps a picture of you in his wallet, bedside, his phone and everywhere else. he’s probably not gonna fall in love ever again since all he sees in other girls is a shadow of you(if that makes sense).

-zhanghao-

he was in china, doing his individual schedules and socialising with paparazzi and other celebrities in the event he was currently at when he suddenly got a call from one of your family members and he broke the news to him, and boy…he honestly thought it was joke/prank since it was april and was deadass scoffing at the family member until they sent photo evidence of well…your dead body laying still. man become faster than sonic and dipped out of the event and went back to his hospital to pack up his suitcases as his manager was following behind him and yelling at him, which resulted in him yelling back louder and quickly rushing out of there and taking the earliest flight back to whatever country you were in. he honestly looked more like a dead corpse than you, and if you weren’t for you laying down peacefully in your open casket in the church, he might have been mistaken for the dead one. as people were taking turns to speak to your dead body and look at you for the last time and when it was his turn, his eyes burned and filled up with tears but he hold them back and extended his shaky hand towards your cold face and gently caressing it and moved on before he broke down in front of everyone. he went back to his work in china, with some of the stuff he got for you in his hands whilst waiting in the airport and he occasionally smelled them since they still smelled like you. also, i think he would regularly message your number and still talk to you even though he knew you wouldn’t replay to him, nust to help him cope. me thinks.

-hanbin-

he’s curled up onto a ball, on your bed that still smells like you after the funeral, still in his all-black suit as he quietly weeps whilst holding one of your hamster plushies he got for you so you could both match. he had to be literally pulled off your bed otherwise he would’ve rot there and probably join you in heaven. after a few days of your passing, he comes back to your place with a box in his hand to collect back his sweaters and stuff you stole from him whilst you were still alive, has another weeping session there while he goes through your closet and looks through your stuff. definitely steals some of your oversized clothes that could possibly fit him, two of your perfumes so he could use them and the plushies he got for you so he could cuddle them at night, since he can’t fall asleep without you curled up next to him. he probably has to go on hiatus for weeks or months until he could slowly get out of his grieving pt.1. since he already has a tattoo of the sun, moon and star on his chest, i could definitely see him getting another one, either an animal that resembles you, a flower you loved or simply anything that could remind him of you, permanently tattooed on him, next to where his heart is on his chest and your initials right next to the tattoo in a cursive font.

-matthew-

bro is hitting the gym more often than before, probably gonna outdo his own personal trainer and take his job since as gym bro, working out is the only to get his mind off of the fact that his love and future spouse is long gone now. probably goes on hiatus pt.3 without no explanation what so ever and flys back to canada to talk his feelings out with his family members and talk about how much you loved each other and share some sweet moments he had with you that is gonna be engraved in his brain the most. he the calmest one of them all tbh, idk i just see him like that. he hides his emotions pretty well and only breaks down whenever it’s your death anniversary, birthday or simply anything that you both celebrated together. i see him slowly turning himself into you, so he could feel that you’re still alive and with him, either by learning one of your hobbies or something you liked doing in your free time. a little bit unhinged but…i can see him bringing an ouija board home just so he could communicate with you only to end up summoning demons in his house💀.

-taerae-

trust me, his vocals gonna improve and become the next mariah carey after signing his heart and emotions out after your death. i mean, he is doing stuff he loves all at once, singing, composing songs, playing on his guitar which was gifted by you to him on his birthday and most importantly, he has a whole ass file and documents of just songs he has written for you and about you, and his love and how much he misses you. i can definitely see him putting one of those barcodes on your headstone and once it’s scanned it leads to a video of you two, sitting down on the couch in the living room of your place while he strums the strings on his guitar as you attempt singing while he encourages you, sings along with you and having the most beautiful shiny eyes, that is filled with such admiration and love for you as you (attempt) sing your heart out. probably has the stuff you have bought for him placed carefully in a clear case, on top of a dresser in the corner of his room which he protects with his life, and definitely has his most favourite picture of you, framed in the middle of said case surrounded by your most favourite flowers and any type of jewellery you wore on daily basis next to the picture and flowers. some of the guys may have walked in on him talking to your picture whilst he cried in his hands.

-ricky-

man is hella devastated, has to go on hiatus pt.2 until further notice since he ani’t coming on the stage with eyes redder than his hair, trust me. won’t even let your family put their hands in their pockets to pay for the expenses of the funeral since he has already payed for them all, hell even got the best casket and stuff like that, probably hired a makeup artist to make you seem less…dead before burying you, so his angel is always looking pretty even when they are long gone. just like hanbin, probably will get a tattoo of an angel on his forearm and write your initials next to it in memorial for you. he is balding by all that bleach in his hair than he is gonna bald even more when he spots a tiny little mold or dirt forming on your headstone whilst visiting your grave, always and always gets rose and puts them down on your grave, or whatever flower you preferred. although, i think he’ll form some sort of addiction since grieving ani’t going the best for him at all, probably gambling or so. but at night after doing such things, he is holding a photo of you in his hands as he cries and tries to be forgiven by you since he promised himself he won’t be doing anything batshit crazy.

-gyuvin-

those big eyes of his are always going be filled with tears, to the brim even at the smallest thought of you. or maybe someone saying a name that’s quite close to your own, all that height and big boy energy for nothing since he’s crashing down on the floor and sobbing his feelings out until his eyes can’t produce anymore tears. he has probably bought you many, and i mean many matching jewellery whilst you were still alive, and he wears all of them on daily basis, he may look like an loser or someone who’s gypsy but who cares as long as he feels that some part of you is with him everyday. in my opinion, i feel like he’d take pictures of the sky whenever he sees it looking pretty since he believes it’s a sign that you’re watching over him, thus why the sky looks prettier today, just like you. since he likes skinship, i believe he’s going to hug your pillow every night and for the rest of his life. will probably talk to his dog about you and how much he misses you. probably gets another dog that somewhat as some resemblance to you and names it after you, since you wanted to adopt one with him but couldn’t unfortunately after your passing.

-gunwook-

oh dear…gunwook probably watched you die slowly in his arms after being accidentally injured in a fatal hit and run accident. the ambulance got there a little too late and let’s just say he was lashing out on them even though he has always been known as the calm boy who rarely argues back with others, especially those older than him but he couldn’t stay still, let alone keep his mouth shut after watching his lover die in his arms. if watching you die was bad, the funeral and grief was even worse, probably has it the worst case of depression, worser than yujin’s. since you died younger and had a whole bucket list filled to the brim, that you planned with gunwook. he promised himself to go and fulfill those dreams himself, is like jiwoong and keeps a photon of you on him all the times and calls it his lucky charm. he may not be that religious but he is always blaming himself for your death and prays to god to forgive and regularly visits the church to somewhat repent his so called sins.

-yujin-

i know idols aren’t allowed to go home that often but after your passing and death, his mental state took a toll on him and he fainted during practice one day. had to go on hiatus pt.3, and was immediately sent back home after being discharged from the hospital. definitely needs therapy to talk his feelings out, but doesn’t always go to his therapist and instead just goes to his mom and talks to her about you, whilst she holds him in her arms and lets him cry on her shoulder until he feels somewhat better. strongly believe he’s going to be depressed for awhile and be inside his room all day long and won’t go out until everyone as fallen asleep. after a year or so, he’ll be better but still need some time to heal completely, and since both of you were in the same school and he felt super sad and depressed on his graduation since you were supposed to graduate together. i can see him, teary eyed, still in his school uniform and his graduation jacket in his arms as he was sitting down next to your grave, pleading at you to come back somehow since he couldn’t bare it anymore, not without you. after the sun sets, he places the graduation hat you bought months prior to your graduation, on your headstone and bids you goodbye before dragging his feet back home and going back to his usual depression slump in his room. would probably end up quitting the idol life also..

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#zb1 angst #zb1 gunwook #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 reactions #zb1 hanbin #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 ricky #zb1 matthew #zb1 taerae #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 yujin #zerobaseone angst #zerobaseone #zerobaseone reactions

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leclerc-s · 8 months

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seven

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september 29, 2019

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daphnejones the long awaited song with my little sister is yours now. seven featuring maejones is out tonight at midnight. this song is very special to my little sister and i, not just because it's our first song together but because it's about one very special person in our lives. special thanks to charles_leclerc for helping out with the piano on this one.

tagged: maejones, maxverstappen33, charles_leclerc

alexalbon he’s crying in his room. i can hear him.

charles_leclerc it was an honor to be apart of this. thanks for having me and a happy early birthday to maxverstappen33, see you tomorrow for brunch!

user18 they wrote a song for max, i’m soft, i love the jones sisters

↳ maxverstappen33 i too love the jones sisters

lewishamilton this song is wow, i’m speechless

user18 max verstappen being immortalized in a daphne jones song ft mae jones was not on my bingo card this year

↳ user72 i honestly think this friendship is one of the best ones i’ve seen in hollywood today. a lot of them seem fake and pr-like but not this one. this whole friend group seems genuine.

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maejones about 10 months ago i came up with a small sample of a song that i figured would go nowhere until my sister got ahold of it. together, the two of us, with the help of charles_leclerc on piano, we came up with a beautiful song. seven, written with my older sister daphnejones, is out tonight at midnight. max, this one is for you, i know we don’t talk much anymore, but this is my gift to you. for the last time, i love you to the moon and to saturn.

tagged: daphnejones, maxverstappen33, charles_leclerc

maxverstappen33 best birthday present ever. to the moon and to saturn always ❤️

georgerussell beautiful song, i know max will weep like a baby when he hears it, i sure did and the song isn't even about me

↳ user65 have you all heard it but max?

↳ nataliaruiz its his birthday surprise for a reason. we can't be crying in front of him when the song plays

landonorris i'm still not over it. i expect you two to pay my therapy bill.

user89 so this song is sad and will break me in two, great nothing new from daphne but mae? oh, i'll be forwarding my therapy bills to them

↳ landonorris same

↳ alex_albon same

↳ georgerussell63 same

↳ danielricciardo same

↳ freyavettel same

↳ isabellaperez same

rowantodd i hate you two for making me feel emotions, but its a beautiful song nonetheless

charles_leclerc it was an honor to be featured on this song, especially one about my biggest "rival" 😄

↳ pierregasly when will you help write a song about me charles?

↳ charles_leclerc stop being a dick to your ‘not girlfriend’ and maybe i’ll help her write a song for you

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charles_leclerc it’s my duty to give some behind the scenes on the making of seven. featuring photos of mae, daphne, and i hard at work, the muse himself, and of daniel bringing snacks while also thinking he’s helping. (find a new place to live daniel, stop mooching off daphne & mae)

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danielricciardo i did help! i came up with some chords

↳ maejones no, you didn’t. you only brought snacks, that picture was taken so everyone could think you helped.

alex_albon did daphne get a new cat?! and i wasn’t introduced to it?!

↳ daphnejones i would never get a new cat without tell you alex.

↳ danielricciardo it’s my cat actually his name is joey.

↳ charles_leclerc and he’s my godson!

user80 daniel living with the jones sisters is hilarious to me but like why?

↳ danielricciardo because i couldn't find an apartment in monaco, daph and mae had a spare room for me to use, i’m never leaving this place, i love it here.

↳ maejones he got a cat too, there is no getting him out now.

maxverstappen33 where the hell did you get that picture?

↳ charles_leclerc mae.

↳ maejones 😁

max verstappen how likely am i to cry on a scale of 1 to 10?

lando norris i’d say a solid 12

lance stroll yeah i’m going to agree with lando here

mae jones can we talk about how daph and i managed to render sir lewis hamilton speechless? that’s my biggest achievement.

isabella perez what about winning a grammy? mae jones that’ll be a close second freya vettel wouldn't it be hilarious if charles won a grammy before a wdc? charles leclerc sometimes i think you hate me but you're not wrong

12:12 am

max verstappen i hope you 3 are proud of yourselves…

charles leclerc did you cry? max verstappen of course i fucking cried!

daniel ricciardo can you open your door? i kinda forgot my key and we’re all standing outside your apartment in a super awkward formation.

george russell open up super max!

max verstappen well it all started when i was 4 alex albon THE DOOR MAX! HE MEANT THE DOOR! daniel ricciardo you let him finish albon! lewis hamilton geez, that young?

¡leclerc-s speaks! congrats to max on becoming a 3x world champion! seven has always been a song that reminded me of max and i wanted to write a small chapter about this. everyone always says max’s taylor album is reputation but i see him more as folklore. this is one of the few bonus chapters in my series.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #max verstappen #max verstappen x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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timidpumpkin · 1 year

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Hey! I love the dark stucky n all but i honestly hate pink so that gave me an idea: reader being reserved and extra obedient and always freaking out if they mess up (and never going anywhere near the front door) and when stucky asks they say they dont want a pink room while crying

Awhhh but I loooove reader being sooo reserved and extra obedient cause she’s scared 🥺🥺🥺. And I think stucky would be super understanding and considerate if you didn't like pink at all.

So here's a little au about that hehe 🙈🙈🫶🫶

I’m just imagining reader accidentally dropping her sippy cup, making it spill everywhere🥺🥺…

((18+ minors DNI))

Of course, you start to panic, seeing the liquid spread all over the clean floor. You start apologizing profusely when they come to check on you after hearing a noise.

“I-I’m sorries” you cry over and over again, beginning to shake, knowing you’ve done something bad–made a mess.

“Awh no, Angel, hey-” Steve picks you up, noticing you’re standing where the liquid meets your covered toes. “It’s okay baby, don’t cry. It was just an accident.” He sets you on the counter as Bucky cleans your mess. You keep apologizing and crying. Steve and Bucky both reassure ‘it’s fine angel’, ‘don’t worry about it doll’.

After it’s all cleaned up, Steve hands you a new filled-up sippy while Bucky changes your damp socks, knowing they must not feel comfortable or help your distressed mood.

“How about we get you ready for bed early, huh doll?” he asks.

A simple question. But one that makes your already anxious mind mold into guilt. You didn't want to go to bed--Well, that wasn’t exactly true--You didn’t want to go to your room. Your pink room. It was perfect, in every way–except the color. It made you feel so bad. You knew how much they wanted you to love it. You didn’t want them to think you were bad.

“I’ll even read you two bedtime stories,” Bucky interrupts your thoughts, trying to cheer you up. He picks you up and sets you back down on the clean floor. It only makes you feel worse. You’d love it if he read you a million bedtime stories, but it just felt so hard going in your room. It just didn’t feel like yours.

You don’t answer him. Instead, you just stand there, looking almost petrified.

“Doll? Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks as you make no indication of wanting to go to your room. Steve bends down, leveling himself closer to you.

“Sweet girl, can you tell dada what’s wrong? You know we're not upset about the sippy, what’s bothering you babygirl?” Steve asks gently. Still, you only cry harder, not wanting to say what you mean. How could you tell them something like that? Wouldn't they just think you’re a bad girl who doesn't want to listen to daddies and go to your room?

“Jus-jus’ don’t wan’ daddies to be mads at me” you sob sorrowfully into your own hands.

“Oh no, angel...we won’t be mad, as long as you're honest about what’s going on in that little head of yours,” he teasingly pets your head. “we could never be mad at you like that.” He encourages you to speak up, taking your little hands into his softly.

“It-it’s jus-” you try making the words come out, but only more tears fall instead. Steve tugs you closer, hugging you as you weep into his shoulder. Eventually, there’s only one word you’re able to mumble out. Color.

“Color?” He questions gently, trying to confirm what you said, and pulling apart to look at you. You nod your head shamefully, unwilling to look up from the floor.

“What color baby?”

“Room.” you say quietly.

“The color of your room? Pink?” He questions. You nod your head, and it takes him a moment before he realizes what you’re trying to communicate. “You don’t like the pink babygirl?” He asks carefully.

You nod your head in confirmation but the admission only makes you feel worse, causing you to cry harder again.

“I’m sorry,” you say woefully in between sobs.

“Oh angel, no, no. You don’t need to be sorry about that,” You look up to meet his gaze as he wipes the tears from your wet face.

“Really?” You ask sensitively.

“Of course not.” Bucky chimes in, reaching down to pick you up. He bounces you up as he places you around his hip. “Why didn’t you just tell us sooner, doll?” you shrug your shoulders, and mumble an ‘I dunno.’

“I’m so sorry we didn’t know before babygirl. That’s daddies job, we should have known. We’re the sorry one's little princess.” Steve reassures, caressing your cheek while still in Bucky’s arms.

You look back to Bucky, wanting to gauge if he was upset. However, he doesn’t look displeased as only concern laces his features as he looks at you.

“You know, doll, I'm somewhat of a painter myself,” he says lightheartedly, causing a skeptical eyebrow raise from Steve.

“Oh yeah, that so?” Steve jeers.

“Absolutely,” he defends. “After all, who do you think painted your room and did all that hard work in the first place?” he gestures his head towards Steve “not that guy” he teases, making you giggle, bringing a small smile to your face.

“You-you’re not upset I don’t like it?” you ask, still feeling bad since he did it all for you.

“Of course not Doll. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t know your favorite color?” he explains, “now tell us, what colors do you want instead?” you ponder for a moment, thinking.

“Any color you want, angel. Nothing’s too much for our little girl.” Steve smiles at you.

#sorry this took me forever to answer!!#little light thoughts #stucky x little!reader #stucky x reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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Ugh I loved the breeding kink one <3333 Pls write some bondage, I think you'd write it really well!!

Thank you!! I did my best! 💙💙💙💙 y’all are so sweet and also I’m glad we’re all massive whores together 😂

Content warning: afab reader, bondage, praise, overstimulation, Shane brain rot tbh, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The bachelors and bondage

Harvey:

Look at this man and tell me he doesn’t fantasize about seeing you In medical stirrups

I won’t be convinced otherwise

He wants to have you spread out before him on the exam table

Arms bound above your head while he teases your cunt with feather light touches, gentle sips of just the tip of his fingers inside your weeping hole

Has you whining for him to do something more, to plunge his fingers inside you and turn your brain to mush

“Now now, let the doctor do his job sweetheart or I may have to punish you”

Once he starts actually fucking you his hands are everywhere

Particularly fond of rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples until your desperately trying to get away from the harsh thrusts and overstimulating feelings

“Shh sweet girl, you can take it I know you can”

Elliott:

I think he’s more into the art of shibari, which is Japanese rope tying

Loves all the intricate knots and how the ropes make your skin pudge just a bit where it bites into you

Loves that it allows him to take his time tying each knot, tracing his fingers over your skin as he goes

Once he’s completed his masterpiece he loves to take a step back and enjoy how exposed you are to him, eyes wondering the expanse of your body while you dangle from the suspensions

It took a long time and a lot of research or proper methods before he was willing to try this on you, and ofcourse he would often times practice what he could on himself to ensure he could get the knots right

Although it isn’t an inherently sexual form of bondage it certainly can be used as such, sometimes he simply wants to admire how you look while tied up, other times he of course indulges

Loves to use toys on you when your bound like this, or his tongue and hands

“You look so beautiful like this my love, allow me to worship you just a bit longer”

Accidentally overstimulates you sometimes

Shane:

This man, oh boy

Absolutely loves to use bondage on you, hand cuffs are a common occurrence in the bedroom

So is his belt wrapped around your arms to keep them together behind your back

Spreader bars are used to keep your legs open for him

On nights he’s feeling particularly cruel he’ll attach a magic wand to the spreader bar to keep it pressed snuggly to your clit while it’s on its highest setting

His fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, expertly bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you

“Fuck baby, this slutty little cunt just can get enough can it? Gonna cum again for me? Do it bitch”

Loves to see tears roll down your face from how overstimulated he gets you

When he finally fucks you he might put a collar around your neck with a leash attached so he can just yank you up right to grope at your tits while his cock slams into your sensitive cunt

“Shit baby, opened you up so much tonight and still so fucking tight, what a good little whore for me hmm?”

Alex:

Listen, I know this one’s gonna hurt someone’s feelings but like the most he’s willing to do is handcuff’s honestly

I don’t see him being to big on bondage, if he wanted to keep your hands up he’d hold them in his own hands

But on the occasion that he does break out the cuffs it’s probably because his hands are gonna be busy being used for your pleasure

Your hands are bound to the head bored of the bed while his face is between your thighs, two fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt while his tongue works your clit

His other hand is keeping your thighs open while you writhe around trying to clamp them shut around his head

“Fuck babe, taste so good, gonna have you creaming around my fingers in no time”

Sam:

Okay if he’s the one being bound?

He loves to be gagged, loves a cute leather collar and absolutely wants his hands cuffed

One of those gags that has a ring to keep your mouth open? He loves those, spit in his mouth please

Loves when you overstimulate him, wants to be forced to cum multiple times in a row

“Please, to much, can’t cum again shit, hurts”

“Awe poor baby boy, do you wanna safe word out?”

“N-no”

“Hmm didn’t think so, so be a good boy for me and take it”

If he’s the one binding you?

Loves those binds you attach to the top and bottom of the bed so he can keep your arms and legs secured

Also loves sex swings that you attach to doors

Will 100% tie rope shibari style around your torso to bind your tits so he can watch the rope bite into them

Wants to have you an absolute mess underneath him while he watches you fall apart

“Look at you doing so good for me baby, just a little longer, you can take it, right?”

Sebastian:

He has a fixation with leather in the bedroom so bet your ass you have leather cuffs, a leather whip (it’s not bondage but look man, he would) the cutest leather collar he could find and a matching set of cat ears he bought as a joke but discovered he liked a little to much

His favorite place to fuck you is in his gaming chair

He’s got you on the chair, your legs are up on the arm rests with a belt pinning each leg to the arms

Arms bound behind the chair with a set of cuffs

Naked and displayed perfectly for him to start eating you out like a man starved

He’s got a dildo plunging into your cunt as a quick pace while he sucks on your clit lightly

“Shit sweet girl look at you, so perfect for me”

Makes you cum three times like this before he even thinks about fucking you

Absolutely a pleasure dom

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew shane #stardew sam #stardew alex #stardew sebastian #sdv smut #sdv x f!reader #stardew x f!reader

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fan-goddess · 4 months

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If it hasn’t already been requested for Kink-tober, may I please request Billy Washington - Edging/Denial. (But he has to come in the end, please. Can’t let baby boy suffer. )🔥🔥🙏🏻🙏🏻

Authors Note: Exactly my sweet boy needs to cum he’s been so good 🥺 this feels horribly done and I’m so sorry it’s taken so long! But for some reason my brain got left writing the ones that took me the hardest last so that’s why all these ones took so long! But at least after this IM DONE! 🥳

Warnings: Sub!Billy and Dom!reader, m oral, p in v sex, talk of self doubt, depression, bad relationship talk, lack of self worth, Billy is a self anxious, not sure how to exactly describe the whole thing really (if I miss any let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat @helaelaemond @anjelicawrites

Becky, throughout the entire train wreck Billy had defined as a relationship, had insisted that he needed to be the one on top at all times, whether he wanted to be or not. He had no idea why, but that was always what he was told he needed to do. What he had to do. What was expected of him.

So when Billy eventually managed to break up with her and begin dating you, it was much of a shock and a revelation to him when you allowed him to be the bottom for once whilst you rode him for the first time ever. He remembers afterwards laying there with his brain all fuzzy, honestly thinking he must’ve saw God standing in the corner of his bedroom.

Now, he insists with what he denies to be a pouty face, to be the one on the bottom nearly every time. And you, ever the willing partner, were all too happy to oblige by his playful almost bratty commands.

“Please baby! Please let me touch you!” Billy begs, practically humping the bed as he attempts to resist himself from touching you.

Your hands though continue to play with yourself as Billy watches, and it only serves to make you wetter and your actions more lewder.

“I told you baby, you’ve got to behave if you want me to let you fuck me! Don’t you wanna be my good boy?” You smirk, teasing him as you whine slightly and begin to bite your lower lip with your teeth.

He whines in agreement, and it all comes tumbling out, whines and cries included. “Yes yes yes please I really want to! Please ride me! I promise I’ll be good!”

How could you say no to that? His pure sobs of relief sending shivers of pleasure running down your spine. You use a vacant hand of yours to grab his cock, which stands fully erect and practically pulses in your hand, even weeping arousal straight into your palm. When you move to position him at your entrance, a sigh of pure relief comes from both your lips while Billy whines likes a bitch in heat beneath you.

Your head feels like it’s spinning as you begin to move your hips back and forth, chasing the delicious friction of his pubic hair on your clit, and the feeling of his cock that somehow manages to already press and abuse the rough little patch deep inside you.

“Such a good boy Billy…you’re such a good boy for me!” You whine, relishing in the delicious feeling of his hands now clutching tightly against the skin of your upper thigh. His unkempt nails digging deeper into your skin that’s sure to leave marks for morning you to deal with later.

His own murmurs of praise are muffled by his slurs of pleasure as his eyes role back and his hands leave even more marks in their wake from how they’re now gripping your flesh. It even begins to sting slightly, but it seems to only serve to make you more enamoured with the sweet boy whining between your glistening thighs.

You can even somehow feel Billy’s hardness throbbing inside of you. Yet when his eyes begin rolling back into his head once more and his hips spasming erratically, that’s when with a menacing grin you quickly hop off his aching dick, much to his horror, as he whines like a child being told no dessert after a gruelling dinner.

“I’m just making sure you behave baby!” You simply say, giggling when you see how he’s already practically crying with how desperately he wants you. It’s actually flattering really when you think about it.

To get Billy worked up again though, you lick a strip of his wet cock before moving to kiss his bite swollen lips deeply. And while he’s distracted, moaning at the taste of his own precum that smears across his lips, you quickly get back on his dick, and ride him like your life depends on it.

“Oh fuck! Shit! Baby please don’t stop! Fucking perfect! Fuck fuck fuck!” He whines. Noises of all kinds spilling from his lips as his hands go back to their stations at your hips. His fingertips leaving further marks in all new areas. Practically making you into his own little art canvas. Not that you mind of course. You’ll make sure to get him back for that later though. You can’t have him forgetting his place.

You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Billy manages to hit that spot inside you he never realises he’s hitting, yet you make sure to vocalise how well he’s unknowingly doing by practically screaming his name and praises for all to hear. The neighbours be damned at that moment.

“So good Billy such a good boy for me! Always so good never want anyone else!” You scream, your head tilted all the way back as you feel your orgasm shooting it’s shot and your eyes rolling in the back of your head. You’re barely comprehensible as you feel Billy awkwardly jerking his hips to help you cum quicker, yet you make sure to scream your thanks as you feel your walls practically death grip Billy’s cock as you cum hard around him.

It’s a familiar addictive feeling, but even still. As your catching your breath and trying to calm your erratic heart, you realise there’s a feeling your missing. The warmth of Billy’s cum in your pussy.

Your eyes hazily look at Billy, who in turn looks back at you like a lovesick puppy, but you ignore the way it makes you smile as you realise you can still feel Billy’s hard cock inside you.

The poor boy didn’t cum.

“Why didn’t you cum?” You find yourself outright asking as you try to lift yourself up to look at him, though admittedly fail as you flail around slightly like a baby deer walking for the first time.

“You didn’t tell me too…” He murmurs, his eyes shy all of a sudden as they look somewhere in the distance away from you. Your own eyes widen in surprise, as to be honest, you had expected him to cum with you. But now that you think about it, Billy has told you how before in the past he always felt like he had to put in the extra effort to make himself feel like he was worth something. So it’s honestly so sad to you to realise he felt like he needed to hold back on himself now in an attempt to make you feel proud, and make himself feel better.

Your hand caresses his face gently, and even though all your energy feels drained, you still manage to somehow move to kiss Billy softly on the lips. Smiling even when you feel him kiss you back with equal underlying passion.

“Billy, baby…” You begin, pulling back slightly yet smiling when you see his small pout of annoyance. The sweet brat… “Never withhold on these sort of things cause you think you need too. I wanted to cum with you. I’m sorry you felt like you had to hold back baby…” You give him another peck on the lips before with a smile and annoyingly a few awkward huffs, position yourself between Billy’s legs. The two of which are amusingly enough very obviously wet and glistening from where your arousal had dripped and smeared onto them.

“I want you to cum this time baby. Don’t tell me when though, leave it a surprise for me…” You say, moving to take his throbbing length deep in your mouth before Billy could make a protest of any kind, and moaning around him when you feel Billy’s rough hand tightly quickly wrap itself tightly in your hair.

You can’t help but groan at the salty taste already steadily spreading on the surface of your tongue. The taste of Billy being such an addictive thing you swear you could easily eat nothing but him all day everyday if it wasn’t weird at all. Not that the two of you probably haven’t done weirder things though in the time the two of you have been going out.

You take your mouth off him for a moment, using one of your hands to stroke him steadily whilst you drunkenly praise, “So fucking good.” to an equally delirious Billy, before eagerly going back down on him. You slowly push him deeper down your throat, till you feel his scruffy pubic hairs scratching slightly against the tip of your nose. You must admit that you’re not the biggest fan of doing this with a male partner, but it’s all worth it to hear your lovers sweet high pitched moans from above you, especially when you swallow and gag around him and hear Billy practically screaming from the feeling. It almost amusing to begin to feel his length pulsing in time with his no doubt erratic heartbeat.

It’s not a surprise to you though that after barely even a minute after you began to suck off your lover, you can feel Billy’s fist in your hair tighten and his length throb significantly before he all of a sudden spills himself down your throat. Your small sounds of happiness smothered under Billy’s own long high pitched whine of pleasure. Again, neighbour’s be damned.

You take your mouth of him slowly as you swallow all you could in your mouth, and when you stare at his cock, which slowly begins to soften, you almost giggle at the sight of his cock twitching slightly as it goes down. As if it was trying to desperately tell you it had another load in it. But with how much you just had to swallow, you honestly doubt that.

“Good?” You smirk at Billy, humming gently as he moves to pull you up so he could place his head under your chin.

“Fucking perfect.” He says back, sounding tired already as he cuddles your body tightly. You respond just as enthusiastically, clutching him as you shuffle a little to make yourself more comfortable before shutting your eyes as your own wave of exhaustion hits you.

You shut your eyes and allow yourself to be immersed in your lovers presence, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as you swear your heart sinks up with his. Your breaths evening out together as you clutch each other desperately, addicted to each others skin, soul and body.

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