#man is swimming in pussy but too scared to swim

[animeniac-writings]

all the women screaming at Paulie with heart eyes,,,yes.

[wonusite]

Spoiled

pairing: mingyu x reader

summary: you have never been spoiled, but that changes after you meet the man your mother is going to marry.

warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Mingyu is in his 30s), daddy kink, pussy drunk!mingyu, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, praising

read part two and three and four

a/n: this is nsfw and therefore minors should not interact!!

When your mother introduced you to the man who she was going to marry, you were completely taken aback.

Kim Mingyu was the hottest man you had ever seen, and you couldn’t understand how your mom got with someone looked like a literal model and who was at least twenty years younger than her. It’s not like she was unattractive, but her overbearing and rude personality had scared away all of her previous boyfriends.

Instead of questioning it, you decided to go along with her latest whim. Maybe this guy would finally mellow her out.

That didn’t happen. When you came back home for winter break, your mom was still her insufferable self. Luckily for you, Mingyu came over often and made being around her somewhat tolerable. He was such a sweet man that even his kindness was infectious.

Maybe that’s why you ended up in this situation, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care when his fingers were shoved inside you.

“Is daddy making you feel good, baby?” Mingyu’s hot breath tickles the shell of your ear.

He’s sat behind you, chest pressed against your exposed back while while your thighs are hooked over his, keeping you spread as his thick fingers sink into your tight walls. You’re focused on the mirror in front of you, head swimming with pleasure. Mingyu had long fingers that were capable of reaching spots yours couldn’t which is why you came to him in the first place.

He expertly twists his wrist and pushes more juices out of your leaking cunt. You can feel the way Mingyu’s cock is throbbing against your lower back, and you unconscious squeeze his fingers tighter at the thought of having it inside you. “Feels so good, daddy.”

Mingyu loves how you’re trembling against him almost as much as he loves the soft mewls escaping you as you gently grind into his fingers. He leans down to kiss along your neck, licking and biting at the exposed skin. You gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you and smears your juices along your puffy clit before he starts to roll the bud in circles.

“So good for me.” Mingyu coos against you.

Maybe he’s spoiling you too much, always at your beck and call, ready to drop everything he’s doing when you say you want him. He can’t help it. You’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen, and he would do anything for you. Mingyu spreads your thighs wider and sinks his fingers into your tight pussy again. The sight of you sucking his fingers in is so hot that he almost feels drunk. And maybe he is—pussy drunk, that is.

He uses his free hand to grab one of your tits and gently kneads it. Mingyu smirks when you throw your head back and let out a wanton moan. You’re always so responsive for him. He loves when you moan shamelessly for him, fucking yourself on his fingers as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You let out a whine when Mingyu yanks his fingers out of you. The bratty sound is quickly stifled when his digits are pushed past your lips roughly. You suck on his fingers like a lollipop, moaning at the taste of yourself.

Suddenly, Mingyu decides to lift you off his lap and place you near the top of the bed. In a quick motion, he spreads your legs and shoves his face into your aching cunt. His tongue swipes across your dripping pussy, nose bumping against your clit. The loud moans you're letting out fuels his need to get you to the edge.

“Daddy!” You cry out as he lift one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes the other as far back as it will go.

“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu moans against you. “You’re so sweet. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

His half-lidded eyes glance at your fucked out expression. Mingyu smirks before returning his attention to eating you out. His tongue is relentless against your quivering cunt, and his quick movements have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You let out a loud cry as he pushes you to the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Mingyu is quick to lap up every last drop of your slick, unwilling to let any of your juices escape him.

He sits up suddenly, and your attention is quickly drawn to the large organ between his legs. His cock is big, the biggest you've ever seen. That’s not what draws your attention though. Right under his cock sit two heavy balls full of cum. You clench around nothing at the thought of him stuffing you full of his seed.

You moan softly when he starts to rub the large tip between your folds, teasing you. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to fuck your sweet little cunt.”

It’s only been a week since he last did it, but he can never get enough.

He pushes his cock past your tight entrance, groaning as he feels your cunt grip him. Before you, it has been years since he’d felt a pussy so tight. He has to force himself deeper into your core due to the resistance. Your back arches as his cock reaches a spot not even your many toys could reach.

Instead of letting you adjust, Mingyu starts thrusting deep into you. The sound of his big balls slapping against your ass reverberate throughout the room. You let out a particularly loud moan when he angles his hips to hit a spot that makes you grip his dick tighter.

“Fuck! Love your cock, daddy!”

He focuses on slamming his cock into that spot that was making you cry out for him, desperate to have you come undone on his dick. Your fingers scratch down his back as you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of Mingyu’s cock.

Mingyu thinks it’s cute how your mouth is formed in a perfect O shape with each hard thrust of his hips against yours. His lips hover over your ear. “Still want more?” He teased as his rough hands palmed at your tits, fingers pinching your perked nipples.

With a loud moan, you’re quick to nod, whimpering out a pathetic yes. You feel your orgasm approach when his thick cock twitches against your walls.

“That's my girl.” His deep voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wandering up and down your hot body, rolling your pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.

Mingyu presses a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a lewd moan that then turn into nonsensical babbling. He moves his hips faster, watching your tits bounce to the squelching sound coming from your cunt.

“Daddy, I’m gonna—”

He presses his lips against yours, urgently and sweetly, showing his love and devotion as you gush around his aching cock. “Mmm sweetheart,” he murmurs adoringly. “That’s it. Cream all over my cock.”

Your spasming walls try to force him out, but he doesn’t relent. He won’t leave your pussy until he’s filled it with his cum. Mingyu presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Such a messy girl for daddy. My messy baby girl.”

All his.

“Daddy.” Your head lolled to the side with a small whine as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You vaguely register his murmurs about how tight you are, but the thing you focus on is his deceivingly sweet grin. A second later, the look is replaced by one of pure bliss. With a string of curses stumbling through his lips and his eyes rolling back, his orgasm crashed into him in a rush. Instead of slowing down, he continues to fuck his cum into you at a steady pace.

“Now give me another one, yeah?” His thick cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you come under him again.

And all you could do was arch up into his touch because you’re addicted. Addicted to the way he feels inside you, fucking his cum inside you, not giving a fuck about overstimulating both himself and you.

His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit, and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock and he gasps out a praise. “Good girl.”

Mingyu can tell you’re too sensitive right now from the glassy look in your eyes, yet that knowledge doesn’t stop him from holding down your squirming hips with his hands as he continues to ram his huge cock inside your tiny little cunt.

Your loud cries only turns him on more and makes him fuck you harder. “Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, baby.” His words are broken by deep groans that have you clenching around him all over again.

“Daddy, don’t stop!” You threw your head back and shove your tits in his face, loving the pleasure and pain from being overstimulated.

Mingyu groans as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. He’ll never get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt suffocating his dick.

It feels like he’s splitting you in half each time he thrusts inside you, knocking all breath out of your lungs. The way his mouth sucks on your sensitive nipple brings you closer to your second orgasm, and you know it won’t be long until you gush all over him again.

This time you both cum together, and he goes still for a moment before he pulls out and kisses his way down your body. You lazily watch him, deliriously hoping he would do what you thought he was about to do. The moan you let out when he starts lapping up his own cum that was spilling out of you was pornographic. It makes him get hard again, and he smirks because he knows that you’ll let him have his way with you again.

And you do, because you can’t get enough of him.

Mingyu doesn't know when to stop. He never does. His lust-addled mind tells him to keep pushing back into your tight little cunt, no matter how many times you both have already cum.

“Gonna fill you up so that you can feel me for days.”  He growled, animalistic and carnal.

Mingyu’s hips snap into yours at an inhuman pace, hitting the same spongy spot over and over again.

“Deeper!” You moaned as you clawed at his back, head swimming with pleasure.

The feel of your juices dripping on to the sheets paired with the sound of skin slapping together push you closer to the edge. Mingyu is fucking you so hard that his dick hits hits deeper and deeper with each stroke. He’s already filled you up to the brim with how many times he came inside you, but still he won't stop.

He can’t. Not when your pussy is clenching so tightly around his twitching cock as you came for the umpteenth time. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good like this.”

Mingyu keeps ramming his sensitive cock inside you because he can't bring himself to stop. He’s addicted to you, to the snug way your cunt swallows his cock whole.

The loud sound of the door slamming shut startles you both, but not enough to get you to stop. You both know it’s your mom, and it sounds like she’s on the phone, being her usual bitchy self. A small smirk takes over your face when Mingyu keeps thrusting deep into you, taking the time to roll his hips into your core.

“Daddy, we’re gonna get caught.”

He groans in your ear when he hears the words come out of your mouth. It has his cock throbbing deep in your core like he’s on the verge of release.

“Fuck. I don’t want to stop, baby. Your tight little cunt feels too good. Maybe I should just let her catch us.” It’s your turn to whimper as he speaks lewdly into your ear.

“You’re such a pervert, daddy. I can’t believe you want her to catch us.”

His thrusts pick back up, and your eyes roll back when his large hand squeezes one of your breasts roughly. It doesn’t take long for the coil in your tummy to snap yet again, leaving another milky layer of cum around the base of his cock. The mixture of cum and arousal strings between your two bodies, amplifying the messy sound of sex. It’s a miracle your nosy mom hast come into your room to see what’s going on.

“What would she do if she saw her daughter fucking her fiancé? What would you say to her?” He sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to clench around him again.

You lick the outer shell of his ear before whispering: “I’d tell her that my daddy is so fucking hot that I couldn’t help myself.”

Mingyu swears lowly before he lifts his head. He’s on the verge of coming, just needing a little bit more. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as he continues his deep, rough strokes. With your walls clamping down so tightly around his thick cock, the next sensation you feel is him releasing inside you, his hot, thick cum filling up your spasming pussy.

“I love how you milk me dry every damn time.” Mingyu rasped, voice just a breathy whisper now.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, but you don’t think to stop or attempt to hide. Your mom walks past your door, oblivious as her fiancé fucks her daughter. The thrill of being caught has you clenching around him again.

When Mingyu pulls out to watch his cum leak out of your tight little slit and ruin the sheets, you almost whine because even though you two had come so many times, you wanted to keep going.

Luckily, even Mingyu didn’t seem to care that your mom was in the other room because a second later he was plunging back into your tight heat. He slaps his hand over your whimpering mouth, keeping you quiet the best he could. But the way he bucks his hips into you had his cock hitting deep into your cunt and has your throat bobbing and scratching with wanton mewls.

A rough wave of pleasure shook at your core, and Mingyu's raw dick ravenously rutting inside you has your soft walls fluttering and coating him messily with your slick. He shudders at the feeling of your pussy squeezing and milking his cock.

“I want her to catch us.” He groans in your ear, as he savagely slams into your aching cunt. “So she knows that I’m never gonna let this pretty cunt go.”

“It’s all yours, daddy.”

Those are the words that push him over the edge. You felt his cock twitch and spurt deep into your cunt, his warm and sticky cum filling you up for the umpteenth time that day. Mingyu growls lowly as he slowly slips out, relishing in the sticky feel of your cunt trying to swallow him back in. He gives in and shoves his cock back inside you.

You share a tender kiss, still in the same position. His cock has gone soft in you, acting as a plug to keep his cum inside you.

“I’ll be back tonight, baby. Be ready.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Maybe he spoils you too much, but it doesn’t matter because it’s you.

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Can you do William fucking the sense into (afab) reader and telling her how much of a "stupid fucking whore" she is? ;) Thanks x

I absolutely bloody can! Sorry this took so long, reqs are moving slow cos my life's a shambles lol.

william afton x (afab)reader

warnings: smut duh, kinda a dom/sub thing here reader is sub, degration and inappropriate relationship.

You had no words, your singular thought swimming around your head like a goldfish with one fin: you'd fucked up.

Here you were in your boss's office, a place you'd been many times, but that now seemed very foreign indeed.

"So stupid, look at you." William sneered, his hand coated with your excitement. Actually, maybe that wasn't the right word for it. It was more... anticipation.

His hand was careless, fingers plunging in and out of your pussy like he was trying to prove a point. It was bizarre, he was pushing all the right buttons, trying to make your feel good, but it almost felt malicious and as turned on as you were, your stomach was in knots with the thought of what he was going to do to you.

You were close already, looking at this man in desperation, "...Fuck."

"Is this all you've been thinking about? Too focused on having someone uses this little pussy to do your fucking job properly, huh?" His fingers curled deep inside you, throwing you over your edge. You were too lost in the twitching sensation he'd forced from you to answer, so he shoved you back onto his desk, his expression harsh.

Standing over you, you'd never felt so small, he continued, "So useless that I had to take you off accounts. Had to put you on bookings? But you can't even do that right."

Just watching him with wide eyes, you couldn't think to speak.

"What, got nothing to say for yourself?" He grabbed hold of your chin, tilting it back in a sharp movement that made a gasp fall from your lips.

"Fuck... please, Mr Afton."

"Please what?" Still dumb, you simply reach forward, placing your hand over his hard cock through his trousers.

Surprisingly, he smirked at you, but it did nothing to make you feel at ease. Something about him right now scared you a fair bit, but you were practically dripping and a tight feeling in your core was begging to be loosened.

He let you palm him, quickly unfastening his belt. You bite your lip at the sight of him, the picture of his cock dragging against your cunt was filthy. "Tell you what, I'll fuck you good, if you tell me what a stupid fucking whore you are." He punctuates his sentence by slowly pressing his tip inside you, making you whine from the size of him.

"What was that?" His tone was sharp, though when you looked up at him, he was smirking.

When you again don't say anything, he catches your legs and pulls you flush against him, his cock thrusting fully inside you.

Grunting slightly, he speaks directly against your skin, "Fucking say it."

As you open your mouth to speak, he begins a rough pace, cutting you off with your own surprised shriek.

Your brain was absolute mush, but you obey him, not wanting him to stop. You felt so needy as his movement hit you deep.

"I-I'm a stupid fu-fucking whore." you speak quietly, unconsciously wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

He grunts, pushing you further down towards the desk.

"Mr Afton." He corrects. "Say it again." You feel his teeth against your neck as his hand slips between the two of you, over your clit.

"Ah-shit. I'm a stupid fucking whore... Mr Afton." You damn-near choke as you cum again, your walls clamping down on him taking him to his end as well.

His pace was lethal as he finished inside you, leaving you a complete mess both physically and mentally.

Pulling out of you, he smiled, taking a moment to look over the sight be fore him .

"Well, there is one thing you're good for."

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Taming My Daughter’s Boyfriend with Booze and Fists of Agony • Teleporting My Cock to the Urinals Hurts When Peeing Penis Action • That Penis Is Not Mine, Stop Accusing Me of Curing Your Cancer! What • The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too • The Giggling Killer Was Invited for Tea and Mustard with a Former Laughing Idiot • The Headache Fuckers with Migraine Were Chopping Fucking Painkillers • The Itchy Vampire Vagina Was a Gothic Curse from Medieval Times Song • The Lying Bitch Hermit Ducking Group Was Insisting on Bitch Slaps • The Penis Teens Shouting Squad Declared War on the Vagina Milfs Departure • The Pussy Cock Was Meowing and Cock-a-Doodle-Dooing with Glance • The Singing Orgy Group Remembered My Fancy Birthday Party, Super! • The Sock on My Penis Shook the Genuine Spokesman While Crying Song • The Syphilis Motown Singers Were Blowing Deranged Adultery at Me Song • The Toy Collector’s Mature Attitude Otter Raised Homeland Security Breach • The Triangle of Pussy and Clipping Smoothies Burping Smootch • Typical Asian Food Poured into the Purse of an European Hooker Prostitute Igloo • Under Water Farting Wiz Nick Y Minaj Naked Twerking Shower Saloon Barf Thong • Updating My Profile Picture While Pooping Macaroni with Japanese Subtitles • Using Mother´s Panther Underwear Because of Broken Shopping Bag to the Store • Washing Hamburgers with Dirty Sauce in Leather Pants While Howling • What Ugly Shit on Your Finger! Oh, It’s Your Wedding Ring? It’s Very Nice! • Whistling and Farting a Heavenly Polyphonic Song for Dying Virgins • Violin Licking Sounds by a Hard Baritone Dick Song Licker • Young Girls Selling Old Men´s Boxers in Thongs with Soulful Tutti-Frutti • Your Butthole Swallowed My Telephone, Will It Come out from the Mouth Then? • Your Mom´s Butt Massage Seems Innocent at First, Before Handing out Religious Leaflets

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How The Avatar Kids Would Act When They Have A Crush On You <3

Includes: neteyam, loak, kiri, aonung

Neteyam;

He would be so cute bro

Little glances, asking you to fly w hik often, that type cute stuff

You guys have probably been friends for a good amount of time so nobody thinks anything of it

ALWAYS close to you

I mean ALWAYS.

Sitting beside you during meals, sharing an ikran with you, having a sleeping mat near yours, etc.

He would show you the cool places his dad tells him about

He would be super scared to confess

He can handle his dad getting disappointed in him, but not you.

His tail would swish around you

His siblings make it SO OBVIOUS smh

Like stop exposing him or he is boutta burst

You know that FOUL side eye he has?

Yeah, he gives that to anyone that has any romantic interest in you

Scaring them away

Still doesn't confess tho... pussy

He would muster up the courage to confess if he gets signals you like him back

Would be SO SURPRISED when you kiss him

He's an idiot

Lo'ak;

Hoe tries to impress you so hard 😭

Like you are NOT iron man you needa chill

"Look [name]!! I got a gun!!" Get back into the air before either I or someone else shoots you.

He always find the coolest stuff to give to you

Like in awa'atlu you go out swimming and he somehow finds the most ethereal, best looking shell you could imagine

Like... how?

He wouldn't really think you'd like him, in his mind he is the least important out of his family.

His dad is Toruk Makto, his mother is palulukan Makto, his brother is future Olo'eyktan, his sister is literally eywas daughter, and we'll tuk is a child.

He so wrong tho!!

Since he has his dad's features, he would subtly try and get you to call his dad attractive.

Ur getting dragged into his mischief.

You've ended up hanging upside down on a vine from a large tree multiple times.

Neteyam saves u tho 🙏🙏

You would have to confess bro

Or like you would both "confess" by just kissing?? Idk man

Kiri would be holder of gossip from BOTH of you

She's sick of it fr

So happy when you finally get together so she doesn't have to deal w ur pining

Kiri;

She's so introverted aw it is imagine her having a crush on you??

She would barely be able to talk to you.

If you guys were already close before she started liking you, than she's even more warm n clingy but drill a little flustered

How could you like someone like her? She's the weirdest out of her family

That's what goes through her mind

She's such a starer.

MAKE HER A FLOWER CROWN DHSHDVEHSU

She would enjoy doing your hair since hers is quite short

Would make sure she is the one tending to you when you're hurt

You love it too

If you're an extrovert, she admires your outgoingness and how easy it is for anyone to talk to you.

If yours introverted, she enjoys having you to herself most times because you usually aren't hanging out with others

Whoever is taller is always teasing the short one

Would confess through writing

Maybe a letter, or even writing something subtly on something she makes/gives to you

Ao'nung;

Bullies you.

All I really have to say

Hard-core makes fun of you

Doesn't attack you in ways he knows will actually hurt tho

Bro is always staring at you

If you catch him and ask why he will literally be so defensive

"I wasn't staring at your fish face!" We literally look almost the same but alr...

Would get so flustered if you were to help out with his family

It's so cute

Begs his sister to make him sound cool to you

UR NOT GONNA SOUND COOL IF UR STILL HARDCORE BULLYING ME BRO

Would whisper something that suggests he likes you in your ear

Probably something about kissing

If you reciprocate the actions than he'll confess after

He's a big meanie

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Where You Lay Your Head

[Dew goes silent. Not suitable for younger audiences. Implied/referenced unprovoked violence. I think this is the first time I've kind of written hurt/no comfort? Kind of?] Below the cut.

It's... It's silly really.

Dew idly plucks at the strings of his bass, no rhyme or reason to the pinch and pull, just an excuse to snap them against the fretboard and hear them twang and buzz.

It's stupid.

He coughs and Omega shoots him a worried look, almost dropping the jar of ointment in his hands, "You okay, kit?"

Dew's ear twitches, but that's the only response the older ghoul really gets from the younger, eyes glassy and unfocused, teeth clenched in spite of the large bruise across his chin.

He's fine, he tells himself that much, but when Omega approaches him to treat the split in his brow, he flinches.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Omega assures him, unable to get the smaller man to meet his gaze.

Buzz.

Dew bows his head, letting Omega prod at his face, continuing to fiddle with the strings between his fingers.

Twang.

He hasn't let go of it since the incident.

Not since Alpha attacked him.

Snap.

Not since Ifrit picked him up off the floor.

Buzz...

Mist tried to take it from him when she saw the state of him, tried to get him to let go for just a second so she could check on him, but he wouldn't let her.

His nails are a little dirty...

Dew's stomach swims.

...Twang...

"I need to see your hands, Dewdrop."

He shakes his head.

"Dew, I have to-"

He shakes his head.

"Dewdrop."

Omega pulls the bass from his grip, it doesn't take much force at all, the way Dew's fingers are cramped and sore.

"Dew..."

His hands continue to twitch, but his eyes lose their fog, replaced by the misty shimmer of tears.

...SNAP.

"Oh, oh, kit, it's okay..."

It's not.

It's really not.

A week passes.

Alpha hasn't shown his face anywhere near the ghouls' den.

Probably won't be back for a long time.

If ever.

But it doesn't stop Dew from looking.

Doesn't change that he can't seem to find his words.

His hands shake when they're not holding something, but Mist won't give him back his bass, and Omega keeps him away from the practice rooms, saying he needs to stop.

Needs to rest.

Needs to do something...

Something else.

"For just a little while, okay?"

The larger ghoul is stressed, and trying hard not to let it show.

Dew blames himself, and he knows the others suspect as much, but so long as he keeps his mouth shut, it's all just hearsay.

Another week passes, and he thinks he's better.

He still...

Still can't talk.

But!

But he can play!

...Right?

Mist gives him back his bass, and it feels like a piece of him has been returned to him.

He feels more confident with it in front of him.

Safe.

Almost.

Practice goes well.

Real progress.

...and then Ifrit gets too close.

It's not his fault, how Dew reacts.

His hand comes up to clap him on the shoulder and Dew panics thinking he's about to be hit.

Omega has to carry him out of the practice room because he can't move his legs.

But... but he can move his fingers.

Even if they just uselessly paw at the air mimicking that...

Buzz.

Twang.

Snap.

Dew would like to say he got "better".

That he pushed through and that he's "okay" now.

But he's not.

He can talk, most of the time, but he can't talk about it.

Never talks about it.

When Omega visits and gives him a look he knows all too well, one that tells him, "You can talk to me."

He avoids him.

Avoids the questions.

The comments.

The concerns.

He pretends like he's not that same person who was hurt.

That he's not still... scared.

That when the other ghouls get too close, his anger is all play, and not just a façade to cover up his fear.

"It's called fight or flight, Dew, but there's a third reaction and-"

Dew isn't the same pussy ass water ghoul who froze up on stage when Alpha swiped at him.

He's not.

He's not.

He's-

He worries the fat strings of his old bass between his fingers, ignoring the deep scratch along the body that lines up a little too well with the line of scars that extend from the tip of his pinkie, across his chest and stop abruptly at his brow.

Buzz.

Aether finds Dew alone in his room, legs crossed on his bed, fiddling with the tuning pegs, loosening the strings.

Twang.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

.

.

.

"No."

Snap.

[corrodedcoughin]

Okay I'm back and this time its not with a song but another au. Listen, Ballet dancer Steve, I literally cannot stop thinking about it. Like, his father made him do sports like a real man, following in his footsteps etc (hence the basketball and swimming). But his mother insists he do ballet from a young age (maybe she always wanted a daughter?) And this is something she is not backing down on - as much as his dad hates it. And Steve is loathe to admit it to anyone - especially his parents - but he actually really enjoys it?

He goes to all the lessons, takes extra classes, not telling anyone and working it around his sports that he's got that season. Clears out his living room and practices at home, folds his laundry while casually stretching and doing the splits.

The first people to know are Dustin and Robin, and it's nice having someone know and not insult him the way he knows Tommy and Carol would have. Spitting slurs and calling him a pussy. Hes super self conscious about this thing he loves, but isn't goin to admit that either. Eventually Dustin doesn't bat an eye when he tells him he can't hang out that day, he's got ballet. Just complains like a normal teen that they haven't hung out in ages, God Steve. Robin will occasionally ask him to try and teach her ballet positions at their sleepovers. She doesn't tease him for this, and he doesn't tease her when she stumbles or trips over her own feet.

And then he meets Eddie, and he befriends Eddie, and he's crushing on Eddie. And I absolutely want Eddie to be someone who walks in on him and finds out, rather than being told. Mostly because Eddie would have a heart attack seeing Steve in his ballet tights, muscles on show, strong and graceful as fuck.

I’m banging my knife and fork on the table MORE PLEASE MORE!!!!

I’m getting billy Elliot vibes??? A little???? Maybe in a different life (or this one, who knows with him) Murray is a ballet teacher and is the one that taught Steve, cue comedic relief ‘you’ve got to be the swan Steve. No not like that, Swans don’t look like they are constipated and experiencing violent diarrhoea at same time steve come ON! From the top!’

How about Eddie catches him when he’s cooling down one day. Steve is in his living room with his headphones on, listen to billy Joel and just trying to relax his muscles out while zoning out to his music. Eddie just walks into the house because of course he does and Steve’s music is so loud he doesn’t hear a thing so when he opens his eyes he makes eye contact with Eddie who’s been standing in the doorway for god knows how long. Both of them speechless, both of them flushed but maybe for different reasons. Cue Dustin barrelling in after Eddie, ‘hey Steve, eddie drove me over, I knew you’d be busy. I’ve got this lasagna from mom, she said make sure you freeze some. Hey do you think you could kick somebody in the head? I’m just saying, I think it would be a good idea to try, self defence yknow?’

Neither Steve nor Eddie has said a word or moved. Both too scared to incase the other bolts. Dustin prompts them ‘don’t you think so eddie?’

‘What Henderson? What did you say?’

‘That Steve should practice kicking people in the head! Would be great for surprise attacks’

Eddie is on the verge of brain static again before saying louder than he meant to ‘can I be the target?’ They make eye contact and steve gives Eddie the most tentative smile, suddenly bashful but something must switch in his brain because then he’s looking directly at Eddie and fucking winks

[99liv3s]

Hi i was wondering if I could submit a character for the birth clinic.

Name : gracie

Eyes : brown

Hair: long black hair

Body : short around 5'2, small frame with large baby and belly. Very small and tight pink pussy, shaved.

Personality : young first time mum who is scared for the birth of her first baby. Doesn't handle pain well. She hasn't watched any birth videos so she wouldn't scare herself and is unprepared for the difficulties of her birth.

"AAAHHH IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!" Gracie cried, her long black hair hanging over her face as she doubled over, clutching her large pregnant belly. The contractions were very painful, and inside her uterus, it felt as though the baby was moving around a lot, clearly eager to get out of its mother. Tears leaked out from Gracie's brown eyes as she moaned from the pain. Meanwhile, the attending nurses were all chatting among themselves in low voices, shooting odd looks in Gracie's direction. Something was not quite right about this pregnancy.

Almost nine months ago, Gracie, who had signed up for a surrogacy program, had been approached by a young man who asked her if she was ready to carry a baby, and Gracie had enthusiastically said yes. She was then taken to a lab, where she was impregnated, and was then given a number, with instructions to call once the baby was born. It was a very quick and almost secretive process, but Gracie did not ask too many questions, concluding that all this was done to protect the privacy of the couple she was going to surrogate for, which, the lab told her, wanted to remain anonymous.

Her 9 months of pregnancy had gone generally well, though Gracie was quite anxious, this being her first ever pregnancy. The lab had sent a specialist to her home ever month, to check on progress, and this specialist informed her that everything was progressing smoothly. However, she had gone into labor before her next scheduled appointment, and the contractions were so bad that she rushed to the clinic. The drive was torture, and to her, it was a miracle that she was able to drive here while in so much pain!

"OOOOHH AAAHHHH!" Gracie screamed out, crying. As she moaned and thrashed on the bed, a doctor entered the room, followed by two nurses wheeling in an ultrasound machine. "Ok, we're going to see what's going on in there," the doctor said to Gracie, who barely heard him over her moans. "I know what's going on... this baby's trying to kill me!" She screeched back. After a few minutes of setup, Gracie panting and moaning the entire time, the doctor and nurses scanned her belly with the ultrasound. The screen was facing away from Gracie, and she could not see what the doctor was seeing. After a minute, the doctor's face fell, and he turned to look into Gracie's eyes. "Oh goodness, we've got to get you into the water immediately!"

Gracie first thought that "water" meant a birthing tub. However, that was not the case. Gracie was wheeled in a wheelchair down the halls of the clinic, screaming her head off, until she was brought outside, where a large pool the size of a swimming pool was located. "Here, let's lower her into the shallow end!" the doctor ordered and the nurses lifted Gracie off the wheelchair and into the water. "What's going on?" Gracie asked in a panic. However, before the doctor could answer her question, the contractions started up again! Gracie inwardly had thought that when she was put into the water, her pain would ease up a bit. Instead, upon entering the water, it got worse!

"AAAAAHHHHH!! OOH I GOTTA PUSH I GOTTA PUSH I GOTTA PUSH!!" Gracie shouted, and the doctor nodded. Screaming, Gracie pushed as if she were about to empty her entire bladder, as well as her bladder itself, into the water. She felt movement in her birth canal, and her body urged her to push again. With more screams, she bore down, and then felt an odd situation hit her vagina. She assumed that this must be the baby's head. "I can feel the HEAADD!" she cried out. The doctor knelt down next to her side of the pool and looked into her eyes with a serious expression. "It's... not a head," he said. After a few seconds, in which Gracie stared at him in confusion, he said, "It's a tail! You're giving birth to a dolphin, and they are born tail first!"

Gracie gasped! This did not seem possible, but as she felt the tail wiggle in her vagina, she knew it was true. The pain and burning was agony and she thrashed around in the water, begging for relief. "PLEASE GET IT OUT!" She cried, and another contraction hit her. "You're doing great," the doctor said, looking back between Gracie's legs in the water, where he could see a small tail fin poking out of her small shaved vagina. It was a tight fit, but Gracie had come this far. "Push! PUSH!!" the doctor ordered sternly. "I...I'M TRYING AAAHHHH!" Gracie cried. Another two painful pushes, and Gracie felt something leave her body. A baby dolphin swam into the deeper section of the pool as Gracie panted in relief. "Congratulations, it's out!" The doctor announced! "It's very healthy!" Gracie continued to lay in the pool, letting her body recover, her mind spinning. She had thought she was carrying a baby, not a dolphin! No wonder that lab was keeping so much secret from her. She turned to look at the doctor. "So, what's going to happen now?" She asked, as the dolphin she had birthed swam back up to her and nuzzled against her leg. "Well, here at the clinic, we ask no questions or take no actions unless you wish us to," he responded, then smiled. "You gave birth to that dolphin, so what you do next is up to you!" Gracie nodded and settled back into a resting position. Once she was recovered enough to leave the clinic, she would call that number she was given!

(Your character rolled a 17 = Animal birth)

[littlenovemberrain]

whats the dirtiest thing you have done in public?

Oh my 🙈

Well, I was on vacation in the Caribbean . I was 19 and had never been with a man yet. I was always too scared… when I boarded the boat that was taking us to the Bahamas :Nassau) I look up while waiting in line and see this beautiful, tall, blue eyed, mesmerizing man staring at me. I remember being shocked at first but then a huge smile taking over my face. He came and found me as soon as I was on board the ship. I was so so soooo nervous that it was hard for me to speak when he first came to me. His absolutely beautiful British accent caught me so off guard, he laughed and told me how cute I was. How my sweet southern belle accent was captivating. I normally don’t believe in love at first sight, but he was way more than an exception. After dinner he asked to take me out to the theatre and then night swimming. The show ended up being a cover band of one of my all time favorites, The Beatles. I thought to myself “how can this get anymore perfect?!” He took my hand and led me to the higher end seats, where all the rich people sit, but after looking around I realized there really wasn’t that many people around us…I believe he reserved the area for himself. “Hey Jude” started playing and I caught him staring at me singing to the song. When I tried to look down in embarrassment, he grabbed my chin and pulled me to look at him in the eyes. He had this ravenous, hungry, hunter look. I could physically feel it in every inch of my body. He kissed me so softly and passionately at first, then quickly became aggressive and had this dire urgency to him. I lost my breath, I felt this unfamiliar desire, longing, to please him. To give myself to him entirely. When he started French kissing me he felt almost every part of my body…when he put his hand on my thigh, he slowly started moving up my thigh. I stopped him right before he got to my princess parts. He knew I was a virgin and hadn’t ever really done anything, but that only turned him on more. He told me how wonderful he would make me feel. How he would make my body sing for him. That it would make me his, that this was fate. I looked up at him, I barely got out the word “okay” because I was so nervous and so needy at the same time. He smiled a devilish grin and his hand resumed where he left off. When he started slowly moving up the last inch or so before he would reach my panties. He teased me by stopping right at them , “Yeah ? That’s mine to play with? To do what I wish?” I nodded my head yes and opened my legs at the same time. He began rubbing my clit and telling me how good I was for already being so wet for him. He instructed me to open my legs more. I immediately did as I was told , he put his finger inside me for the first time and I accidentally let out a very loud moan . I got so embarrassed I went to get up and run out of the theater. He held me still down in my seat, told me to be still. He didn’t care who heard, my pussy was too perfect for him to stop. I opened my legs back up and he put his free hand over my mouth since I made such a big fuss about being heard. Then began fingering me with his other hand. He made me cum at least 10-12 times in a row before I was allowed to get up. I was a mess!! And that was just the beginning of the best vacation of my life!

[crestfallen-infatuation]

Yeah, the way I'm livin' these days, you would think it was a phase

Life is a maze, sometimes amazing

Sometimes so painful, swimming in the rainfall

Drowning in the nighttime, feel like I need a lifeline

Talk my shit, I'm 'bout mine, mama said I'm a star

I don't get involved with slick-ass bitches that's fuckin' all

The homies, that lonely road is so oversaturated

Yeah, I been there so many times before

--

And I know we're living in a world so cruel

Everybody looking for somebody, yeah, me too

Let me be the one for you

Can't keep waiting for somebody to come for you

Let me comfort you

Sit back and cock the gun for you

Yeah, I hope I never have to run from you

I'm too comfortable and I don't really like changes

Scared of the future 'cause my past was so dangerous

--

Florida boy with the eyes of a centaur

Bullet in my membrane, more money as I doze off

I don't get touched, bitch, I'm coleslaw

Bitch said I look like Russ and took her clothes off

Baby Bone, I don't partake in nonsense

I'm way too busy to have it weighin' on my conscience

So keep talking like Curry, I keep walkin' in the city

Where they carry them sticks like too often

Pussy had me jumping out the water like a dolphin

Bitch, I'm riding in that tidal wave, surfing on my coffin

I paved the way, I paved the lane, I put my city on my back

See the gators all around me ready to attack

They don't betray the essence of the Florida man

I can show you to the river, but I cannot hold your hand

Understand what it takes to survive in the land

Where everyone is suckin' dick to be a part of the band

--

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And I know we're living in a world so cruel

Everybody looking for somebody, yeah, me too

Let me be the one for you

Can't keep waiting for somebody to come for you

Let me comfort you

Sit back and cock the gun for you

Yeah, I hope I never have to run from you

I'm too comfortable and I don't really like changes

Scared of the future 'cause my past was so dangerous

[chiwhorei]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝)

𝐚𝐤𝐚: 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬!!

pairing: t. amajiki x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

word count: ~1.3k

tags: pervy!tamaki, mean!tamaki, dubcon, degradation, voyeurism, masturbation, tentacles in all of readers holes, dacryphilia, choking

a/n: this is my very late contribution to the whorehouse porn compilation, the rest of this questionable browser history can be found here! strap in because this might be the grossest shit i’ve written so far. no plot, porn is the point here friends.

(cross posted to Ao3!)

hymn: gooey by the glass animals

The first time was an accident, genuinely.

He meant to text you he would be home early, ever the courteous roommate, but it truly just slipped his mind. Surprise would be an understatement when he swings the front door open to the high pitched whines coming from your bedroom.

Curiosity piquing, Tamaki lines his shoes up by the door and follows the noise. He can see the outline of light seeping through your open door and hears another round of cries. 

“Hey, are you ok--” His words flop lifelessly on the floor in front of him. Oh.

Oh.

His eyes trail up from the end of your bed. The open laptop propped in between your legs, the bottle of lube sitting next to your knee, your bare thighs and--

“Do you like what you see, Suneater?”

Tamaki flushes, heat starting at the bridge of his nose and spreading across every inch of skin. He should really say something, or better yet, close your fucking door and do the rest of his processing on the other side. 

He can’t seem to do anything but stand and stare at the dripping wet toy still being pumping in and out of your cunt. It seems to have completely hypnotized him, watching the way the silicone disappears in between your slick folds, he swears he can see the quiver.

“What do you think about my toy?” Purple and oblong, you pull it all the way out. Tamaki’s stare burns right into the suction cup ridges and slim, curved tip. You drag it in a wet line up your skin, meeting your lips with a pout. 

“I picked this one out with you in mind.”

* * *

First time, shame on you.

That’s what they say, but Tamaki finds himself pressing against your doorframe and peering into your room for the 3rd time this week. His feet pull him here like a nasty habit, the crack in your door is far too welcoming. 

You left it open just for him.

Tamaki’s ears twitch, forehead tacky with sweat as he presses against the frame. Every time he finds himself in this very same position, shame trickles down his spine like poison.

Every inch of your skin is exposed to his stare. Looking upon you is invasive and slimy and wrong but fuck, with every movement of your toy, pumping in tandem with the hand around his painfully hard cock, the more each stolen glance feels intravenous. Tamaki is addicted. 

All he wants to do is touch you. Wrap you in his hold and explore every inch. He wants to know what your skin feels like. 

What does your hair smell like up close? He’s only ever been privy to the occasional carryover of strawberry as you walk by him in the kitchen. How do your moans feel vibrating just above his mouth? Would you cry out for him to stop or to keep going?

He’s never stepped closer than the line between carpet and hardwood, but that's really only a technicality. 

You feel it, foreign but unmistakable. The touch of something crawling up your leg, soft and sticky. It wraps around your leg, crawling upwards in salacious vines. Your voice rings in Tamaki’s ears. He repeats every syllable like prayer, his invitation.

“I picked this one out with you in mind.”

There’s no movement to stop him, you don’t scream or tell him to fuck off. Your body seems to welcome him, back arching as five quirked fingers wrap around your arms and hips. The popping of suction cups trail from your belly button, dragging against your breasts before you feel pressure at your neck. Your skin will be covered in round bruises in the morning. The kindling in Tamaki’s stomach feels more like a wildfire, shy demeanor melting away. The man in front of you isn’t going to waste any more time hesitating.  

“You’re such a little tease. You like fucking with me don’t you, princess?” Tamaki’s question is sneering, his tone cold and unfamiliar.

The tentacle wrapping around your neck squeezes tight enough to make you gasp, he doesn’t waste the opportunity.

He doesn’t really want you to answer him.

As soon as your lips part, your mouth is invaded. The tendril reaches all the way to the back of your throat before it lets up, your jaw already hurting at the stretch. Your vision blurs, the taste of briny-sweet flesh mixes with the salty tears running down your face.

You’re given only a moment to sputter, catching your breath before it’s taken away again, the squeals and cries bubbling in your throat are wasted energy.

“Always leaving your door open, teasing me. I’m not playing your games anymore.” Tamaki’s voice is unwavering, he’s serious.

You wail around the rubbery texture as another tentacle wraps around your breasts, suctioning on the sensitive peaks of your nipples. Tamaki moves closer with each sound he can pull from you, finally breaching the last shreds of privacy and shuffling across the carpet. All five fingers on his right hand are busy probing parts of your pliant body and restraining others. Through the haze you can’t deny how dexterous he is while making a mess of you. 

It would be impressive if you could think straight.

Each arm and leg is caught in the reddish-purple web, writhing against his hold only makes Tamaki’s grip tighter.

“I could do anything to this sweet little body, what could you do to stop me?” His words should scare you, but only one thing runs through your foggy head. 

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

If you could, the scream pressed against your makeshift gag would definitely alert your neighbors to the depravity just a wall away. You feel attention turning to the toy still plugging your weeping hole, a tentacle wrapping around the base and pulling it free with a squelch. From the corner of your eye, you catch the shiny plastic as it’s thrown to the other side of the room, hitting your wall with a hollow thud.

The tip of one tentacle prods at your clit for good measure before poking inside. Fear runs through your blood, cooling when mixed with overwhelming pleasure. Tamaki can reach places you’ve never felt before.

“So tight, so fucking warm.” Tamaki can feel you with each clench of your pussy, sliding in until he can feel tight band of your cervix. He could ruin you if he wanted, he ventures to guess you would let him.

You’re crying in long, fat streaks around the apples of your cheeks. With the help of another set of weaponized fingers, your legs are spread further and pushed to your chest. Tamaki’s cock aches, now ignored in favor of manipulating your body into a new angle so your ass is propped up. Muscles tense as he swipes the tip of his tentacle to trace around your rigid ring of muscle.

“I’ll take every one of these slutty little holes. You’ll feel me on your skin for days.” He promises you, pushing past your resistant muscles, they’re no match.

Your head is swimming now, logic is replaced with the feeling of being so full.

Stimulation assaults your senses from every direction, Tamaki fucking into your body with fatal rhythm. Going farther, deeper, harder. All you’re left with is shaking limbs and muted whines.

It hurts, it feels so good. It’s so disgusting but so hot. You’re meek, bushy roommate has made you little more than a fucktoy with what seems like minimal effort. You’re hurdled to a sloppy wet orgasm faster than ever before. 

Tamaki can tell that you’re close, studying the way your eyes screw up and brows furrow before falling over the edge for weeks from the comfort of your door jam. The consuming bliss overtakes your body, every muscle tensing, shaking from exhaustion as the cord pulls tight and snaps with fury. If you could, you would scream out the name of your captor, all you can manage a garbled sound from deep in your chest.

The next few moments find you in pieces. The feeling of emptiness knocks at your hypersensitive body as you’re flipped to balance weakly on your hands in knees. You’re not left alone for long, Tamaki’s just getting started.

He’s never been one to play with his food, but you’re just too tasty.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[seiyasabi]

Idolised

(Here’s a Yandere Todo Aoi x Female Reader story :P I wrote up the layout for this a while ago, and I’m currently madly in love w him, so here we are! 

Thank you all so much for your support and being so understanding of my situation. I love you all so much ;)

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !Has a whole ass shrine dedicated to you, you literally don’t know he exists lmao, !claims he's ur bf to everyone, manipulation!, intimidation!, sort of kidnapping!, !forced cunnilingus!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“(Your Name)-Chan, why didn’t you tell us that you have a boyfriend?” You slowly stop chewing, chopsticks going slack in your hand. Eyes darting towards your friend Mika, you raise an unamused eyebrow. 

“What are you talking about, Mika-Chan? I don’t have a boyfriend,” All of your girlfriends look at each other, unbelieving of your claim. All giggle, thinking that you’re just being shy. 

“Ne~ don’t be coy! It’s okay to tell us about your boyfriend! From the pictures I’ve seen, he’s quite handsome, huh?” At this point, you’re completely confused. Are they pranking you? You don’t have a boyfriend! 

“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about-“ The seat next to you slides out, and a hulking figure plops itself down on the wooden chair, the wood creaking horrifically underneath their weight. 

Their arm wraps around the back of your own chair, practically engulfing you in the crook of their enormous elbow, “Hey, Pretty Girl. I’m sorry that I’m late, you know how late my classes run sometimes.” 

You’re too scared to even turn towards the large man, choosing instead to look at your friends with a horrified expression. They don’t notice it, too busy ogling at the apparent eye candy next to you, “Uhm, I’m sorry, but who are you? And why do they think that you’re my boyfriend?” An awkward silence immediately follows after, the man’s hand gripping the wood behind you so hard that it creaks. 

He forces a deep laugh, which sounds quite menacing. He moves his hand onto your back, his warm palm felt through your stylish top, “You’re so funny, (Nickname)-Chan! It’s alright, you don’t need to hide me anymore. I messaged your girls last week, they know about us.” 

“Yeah, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We think you’re both so adorable,” They practically fawn over the two of you, trying to push you closer into each other’s arms. The man next to you takes this in stride, practically hauling your chair up next to his. His arm is now fully around you, as you lean in close to your hair and neck. He inhaled deeply, a satisfied grunt rumbling through his chest. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, (Your Name)-Chan. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my every whim,” Tears of fear and anxiety bead your eyes, which your friends take as relief that you’re no longer hiding away from them. 

“Don’t cry, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We all support you wholeheartedly!” 

The rest of the lunch consisted of you being extremely uncomfortable, and your closest friends being none the wiser. Somehow, they don’t notice how you constantly inch away from him, only to be dragged back to his side. Somehow, they don’t know how he’s whispering mild threats into your ear. 

But, through this time, you learned the name of your so-called ‘boyfriend.’ Todo Aoi, the beast currently keeping you glued to your seat in fear. He’s so much bigger than you, so much faster, seemingly so much smarter. 

“Bye, (First Name)-Chan, Bye, Todo-Kun! It was nice to meet you!” Your friends wave the two of you off, one of his large hands securely on the small of your back. His grip is bruising, controlling. Todo practically pushes you towards an unknown destination, your body only able to continue forward, whether you wanted it to or not. 

“I’m proud of you, (First Name)-Chan. I knew my girl was smart, beautiful, and capable. This just proved it to me,” A small whimper escapes your throat, as fresh tears bead your eyes. 

“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” A booming laugh is heard, practically shaking the ground below you, causing you to flinch. 

“Why am I doing this? Well, I’m doing this, because I love you. I want us to be together, so we’re going home,” He says this as if it solved all of your problems. 

“But we don’t know each other, why even bother-“ 

“We know each other. I saved your life, remember?” For the first time tonight, you look at him. His distinct scar immediately catches your attention- this man did, in fact, save your life. Two months prior, someone or something shoved you onto some train tracks, right in front of an oncoming train. In a mere moment, the bulky man grabbed you from the tracks, and hopped back up onto the platform, effectively saving your life. 

“I-Bu-But what? We met only once, and-“ He shushes you, forcing you closer to his side, his entire hand practically engulfing your waist. 

“There’s no need to worry. In that Moment, I knew that you were meant to be my beautiful Princess. You need me to care for you, and I’m up for the task.” 

“Princess? Sir, I think you need help! We’ve only talked once, and while I’m grateful for you saving my life, I think this is excessive! Please let me go!” 

He ignores you, sighing dreamily about what the two of you will get up to. Todo couldn’t wait to add more to your shrine at home! He’ll be sure to get as much dirty clothes, used tissues, and everything else he could ever want! 

Forcing you into an upper class loft building, he guides you by the small of your spine into a lift, disregarding the old woman inside. She looks at you as if the both of you are the most adorable couple she’s ever seen, making you shift in discomfort. Todo takes it in stride, practically preening under her gaze, but pretending it has no effect on him. 

He nonchalantly presses his floor’s number, before placing that hand on your hip, and rubbing it in circular motions. You try to move away from him, but his grip is solid. 

Before long, the lift stops on his floor, and he pushes you out. You stumble into the area outside of his front door- his home being the only one on the entire floor. The door itself has a pin pad on its handle, which he quickly typed in, once he’s directly in front of it, leading you to believe that there’s most likely a second pin pad on the other side. 

Once you hear the click of the door being unlocked, Todo moves away from the entryway, and motions you inside, “Go ahead, Princess.” 

In a Moment of defiance, you shake your Head no, “I think this has gone on long enough,” His eyes narrow slightly, yet you continue, practically shaking in your shoes, “I-I don’t want to go inside. Please let me go home.” 

His booming laughter fills the small space, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re adorable, (Nickname)-Chan! Now, go inside before I become angry.” The bite in his final words forces you forward, into his dark flat. 

He flicks on the light switch the moment you step inside, momentarily blinding you. Once you’re able to blink away the dots swimming in your vision, you’re greeted with a fairly normal sight. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are conjoined in an open concept, making the large place seem even larger. Two hallways branch off on either side of the large room, most likely leading to a master, a guest room, bathroom, and an office. 

“What do you think? I read in a magazine that women like clean homes, so I deep clean this flat at least once a week.” 

You aren’t sure what to say, but you nod along anyway, “Yes, it’s very nice.” He beams down at you, cheeks practically stretching to the fullest extent. 

“This shows that I know how to make women happy! I believe that’s a redeeming quality,” You awkwardly give him the side eye, “Oh, don’t look at me like that, silly girl! I have many more redeeming qualities if that one isn’t good enough. Now,” He clasps your shoulder with a large hand, “Why don’t I show you our bedroom?” 

“Our?” Your eyes are practically bugging out of your skull, as he nods gleefully. 

“We’re a couple, aren’t we? And couples share everything with each other.” 

With that, he practically drags you down the left hallway. There’s only one door at the end of the hall, signalling that this is the master bedroom. With one hand, he pushes open the door, before coaxing you inside. His hand that was previously on your shoulder migrates to the bottom of your spine. The room is a mixture of black and your favourite colour, showcasing that this room is the both of yours. 

The bed is quite large, most likely to accommodate your large captor and yourself, “I thought you’d like that your favourite colour is in here.” 

You say nothing, tears beading your eyes. You wring your hands in anxiety, as he leads you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge, before kneeling in front of you. Todo leans forward, resting on your thighs, all whilst still practically towering over you even when sitting. 

“Why’re you crying, Princess? There’s no reason to,” He swipes under your eye the moment the first tear falls. 

“Why am I crying? You must be joking! You-you just kidnapped me!” He shushes you once more, causing a spark of anger to course through you. He hasn’t listened to a single complaint you’ve voiced! “Stop doing that! It’s rude! I’m allowed to be upset-“ 

With two massive hands, he forces your thighs open, “I know your work has you stressed, Pretty Girl- why don’t you let me calm you down?” He pushes his hands up your thighs, your skirt barely covering your pussy,  allowing his thumbs to ghost over your panty clad cunny. 

You try to thrash out of his hold, pushing against his hands, “No! Let go of me!” Your thrashing does nothing, as just the weight of his forearms we’re enough to press your thighs to the bed. His left hand rubs against your clit and hole, trying to make you as wet as possible. You try to push against his forearms, but he presses down harder. 

His thumb rubs fluidly over your clit in an even pressure. Your hips press up, trying to buck him off, but it only causes him to press down harder. In no time, you’re growing wet against his ministrations. You choke back your whines, smacking his arms, before pushing against his head which hovers just above your cunt. 

“Do you feel that, Princess? You’re getting so wet!” He suddenly presses his open mouth against your mound, tongue matching pace with his thumb. A moan escapes your throat before you can stop it, halting the large man in his tracks. You sound so perfect to him! 

In one swift motion, he yanks your panties down your legs, and tosses them onto the mattress beside you. You try to close your legs, but it’s no use. I’m seconds, he has your thighs presses as far open as they can go, and his face is buried in your pretty cunny. His tongue dips into your folds, savouring your taste, before flicking against your clit. 

His tongue rubs against your clit in swift, smooth motions, quickly causing you to grow wetter than before. Your slick drips down your cunny, coating your ass and inner thighs. More moans escape your mouth, as you writhe against him. 

“Sto-Stop! Oh my god-“ He gives a small laugh at your begs, eating you out faster than before. Loud slurps and ‘mms’ are heard throughout the room, as you quickly go over the edge. Your juices squirt out of your cunny, coating his chin and his shoulders in slick. A loud keen is heard throughout the room. 

The mixture of your wonderful cum and loud moans causes the large man to bust a load in his pants. He groans against you, causes your thighs to tremble in overstimulation. Todo removes himself from your pussy (not before licking up as much slick as possible), and smiles up at you. 

“You’re so wonderful, (Nickname)-Chan! I should’ve done this sooner!” 

[selfcarecap]

Hey so idk if you’re taking requests but I was dreaming about our boy Pete again 🤧 and I was wondering if you could write a blurb about him being nervous about you seeing his dick for the first time pretty please if you want to 🤎

-this is a repost of an old blurb-

You pull off Peter’s shirt eagerly, leaving him only in his boxers.

Tugging at the waistband, you already feel the light fuzz on his skin and Peter laughs sheepishly, bringing a hand over yours to stop you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, still smiling.

“Nothing - I just...” he trails off, hovering over you to kiss you on the lips, but you push at his chest, “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna.” He knows this already, but with his hesitation you feel like he could use a reminder.

“No- no! It’s nothing just... we’ve been friends for so long and now that we’re more I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m so scared that you’ll realise you don’t like me like that.” He scratches his neck, not meeting your eyes, and lies down next to you.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought of going back to being just friends again.

You always try to show Peter how much you love and appreciate him, but if he needs more reassurance from you, you’ll be glad to make sure to give him even more of your love.

“Just look at you-,” he continues, “- you’re so gorgeous and you’re like the hottest person I’ve ever seen and-“

“Wait, wait- is this about looks? Do you not realise how fucking cute you are?” you smile, kissing his lips but his eyes stay open.

“Yeah but I... I don’t wanna be called cute- at least not in this situation...”

“Okay, well, you’re also very hot.”

“Now you’re just saying that cause I wanted you to.”

You’re lost for a second, so you decide to tell him something that you wanted to keep a secret, but it’ll definitely prove how hot you think Peter really is.

“If you want me to be honest... Do you remember the picture I took of you when we were at the pool?” He nods.

The picture is simply gorgeous. You took it after you and Peter had gotten out of the water and had something to eat at a swimming pool you went to during the summer.

His hair was still damp, his pecs glistening with a few droplets of water. He was sitting back, just soaking up some sun, his abs looking delicious even while he was relaxed.

You decided to snap a picture that moment - a photo which you like to look at a lot. It’s cute, yes, but it’s also helped you in moments when you were on your own, with less innocent thoughts.

“The other day I was looking at that picture while I was, you know, on my own- and”

“What do you mean on your own?”

“You know what I mean,” you mumble, cuddling into Peter’s side to hide your face.

“I don’t.”

You’re not looking at him, so you sincerely can’t tell if he’s too innocent or if he’s just teasing you.

You close your eyes and just say it.

“I was masturbating to your picture, Pete. There, I said it. And if that doesn’t show you how hot I think you are, I don’t know what will.”

You turn your head to see him. His mouth is wide open, his eyes surprised and his face redder than his Spider-Man suit.

“I- you- you did?” he asks, eyes flickering over to yours but then away again.

“Yes. One of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

He’s speechless for a bit, so you take the opportunity to kiss him again, and you feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh that’s thrown over his lap.

Peter starts kissing you back a few seconds later and you figure his head is a little clearer again.

“Fuck,” he groans and lifts you onto his lap, your pussy rubbing up against his cock as you two make out.

You guess this means he’s sure now, and you undo the clasp of your bra, about to pull the straps down your arms when Peter blurts out, “What if you don’t like my dick?”

His eyes screw shut and you quickly put your bra back on, holding a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.

It’s a real insecurity and you’d never want to make fun of him for that.

“Baby..” you start, his eyes still closed, “Look at me.”

He bites his lip and opens his eyes, expression softening when he sees your smile.

“I’m sure I’ll love your dick, baby. I love you and it’s a part of you, so why wouldn’t I?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it! I mean I think? It’s average. But it’s just, I know I’ve gotten hard just thinking of, like, your collarbones, or your thighs or your lips and I have to warn you I’ll probably cum when I see you completely naked,” you giggle at that but he stays serious so you pull yourself together, “And I’ve heard that girls don’t really like the way dicks look and I’m just worried I can’t satisfy or impress you.”

You kiss his pouting lips, “I’m already impressed only by sitting on it,” you wiggle your hips against his hardness beneath you to demonstrate and his eyes flutter.

“I’m sure if I stay on your lap a few minutes longer you’ll feel how wet I am through both our clothes so maybe we should just get naked?“

Peter grins, pulling you closer to kiss you, fumbling with the clasp of your bra until you help him, sliding the straps down your arms and discarding it somewhere on the floor.

He‘s seen your tits before but he looks as if it’s his first time seeing them every time.

You decide to take the first step and raise your hips to pull off your underwear and now you‘re completely bare in front of him.

The look in his eyes is enough for you to shrug off any insecurities and you straddle him again, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, “Now you.“

After seeing you naked he‘s eager, switching positions so he‘s on his knees in front of you, you lying down and spread out for him.

Licking his lips, he pulls down his boxers a bit, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth falls open and you close your legs. Peter immediately tucks himself into his boxers again, “W-what? See, I told you-“

“No- it’s just. How is that gonna fit?”

He looks clueless.

“You said average, Peter.”

“Wait- are you saying my dick is small or big?”

“I’m no expert but to me it definitely looks big,” you say.

His face reddens once again, you see his hand clamping over his boxers.

“I bet you’re gonna feel so good once I’ve gotten used to it,” you say.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, though,” he frowns.

“You won’t.”

He kisses you and you pull bis boxers off in the process, seeing how his cock stands tall and hard against his abs.

The horny part of you just wants to straddle him and sit on his cock, but the bit of logic your brain still has left tells you to go easy first.

“But maybe you can eat me out first so I‘m as wet as possible?” you give him your most charming smile, and he’s already got your legs on either side of his head.

“I’d like nothing more.”

[dadsbongos]

the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat) ~~~

Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.

“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”

Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”

“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.

“Yep.”

“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”

“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”

“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”

“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”

“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.

“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”

“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.

“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”

“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.

Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”

Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.

“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.

“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.

“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”

“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”

“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”

Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.

“Roll up the window.”

“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”

“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”

“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”

“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Stop calling me doll.”

“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”

“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”

“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”

(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”

“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”

“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”

“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”

“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”

Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”

(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”

Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”

“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”

“What? What do you swear?”

“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”

“Dabi started it!”

“I’m ending it!”

“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”

None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.

Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.

“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”

“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”

“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.

(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.

Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”

Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”

“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”

“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.

“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”

“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”

“Is Twice playing?”

The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.

“Are Quirks allowed?”

Another nod.

(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”

Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”

He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”

Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.

Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.

“Want company, misery?”

“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.

“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”

“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”

“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”

“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”

“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "

“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”

Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”

“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”

“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”

“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”

“Exactly!”

“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”

Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”

[vinylhazza]

For Keeps (G.D)

Summary: Jesse knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it, or rather demand it. Grayson, who carries respect and dignity like a shield of armor, walks the line of being the vanilla boyfriend he always thought she’d want, or the guy that listens to the devil on his shoulder and embellishes on the fantasies that won’t leave him alone every night. There is a first for everything, a time and place to try something -- or some one new. There is a chance to set the fire in motion. He might just take it.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning: Strong sexual content, giving head, fingering, spitting, explicit language 

          There is a first for everything.

          The first time you ride a bike, the first time you try your favorite food, the first time you win an award, the first time you hear your favorite song, the first time you talk to the person you’re meant to spend the rest of forever with, the first time you overcome your worst fear, the first time you read your favorite book, the first time you travel to a different country, the first time you have thoughts that should damn you for eternity and for some...there is even a first time for eating pussy.

         It’s an embarrassment he’d never wanted anyone to discover let alone put to the test. Sure his friends had their time to talk about their extensive knowledge on female anatomy, but whenever the topic of him and Jesse doing anything outside the box he himself had placed them in, his lips were sealed. For one thing it wasn’t their business, for two he’s not entirely sure what he would say. He knew the time would come. He didn’t view their relationship like a race and he knew Jesse didn’t either. They’d been friends for too long and knew each other too well for him to base their relationship off of sex. 

       Grayson keeps his eyes glued to his hands holding Jesse’s hips tight -- unsure of what to do now that he’s got her beneath him and wanting him to have his way with her. He knows what he wants, but doubts that he has the courage to pursue it within him. He’d watch her with careful eyes as she peeled off each article of clothing before pulling him close by his belt loop and on to the bed to kiss her rough busy day away. A picnic was nice, but his complete and undivided attention was better. Even if his eyes trailing up and down every part of her body made her nervous. 

          He’d done plenty of things with his ex before Jesse, but none of those things had involved his lips and tongue anywhere beneath the waist. Not anything like he’s inevitably about to do. 

         “Cat caught your tongue?” Jesse had snickered minutes ago, a sly smirk lacing up her ruby red lips from so much kissing -- moment’s before he’d gotten them both all hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it when he was with her, his self control falters and he’s drunk off her touch once again, swimming in a pool of despair he can’t control. All he can think about is her. Wanting her. Needing her. Touching every single inch of her velvety skin. Wanting to do things to her. Wanting her to do things to him. Things he would blush at in the future.

         Jesse was a woman with desires he’d only dreamed of women having. She was shy at times but the devil danced in her bright eyes. Grayson knew she wanted things she’d never had the guts to say out loud and things she only wanted from him alone. It all made him a fierce kind of nervous, but gave him an electrified thrill. A challenge for him to explore the workings of her body and all the ways he can make her more satisfied than she’s ever been. He didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon - and if he wanted to do her right, he had to go outside of his comfort zone for her.

         Knowing Jesse was more experienced did things to him that he couldn’t begin to hide -- but more than anything it made him jealous of every set of hands that had ever touched her skin before his. It made him reckless and competitive, focused and haughty. He was better than them, he could be better than them.

         He could rapture her into a whirlwind of pleasure that would ruin her image of every man except him, wanting no one's mouth but his, daydream of no one’s lips but his own, beg for no one else’s touch, want no one else’s hands but the ones holding her now. It wasn’t about him, this wasn’t about his pleasure for once, it was truly all about her. 

         Pulling him back into the flames, he’s burning up under her intense stare, waiting for him to do something, do anything. Anything but watch her long enough to find something less than stellar, less than grand, less than exceptional. With her fears unfolding she pulls him down for a kiss of her own, a soft feather of a thing he can feel all the way to his toes. She’d always been good at that, giving  him more to miss when she’s away. The way she hugs him close is one of those things.

         Grayson fell hard into love—which wasn’t particularly unusual for the hopeless romantic he was, but he always knew Jesse was set apart from the seasonal heartthrobs. He was truly bewitched by her creativity, wanderlust, unapologetic confidence, patience, and beauty.

         An enchantress she was, beautiful beyond anything he could ever deserve. Drop dead gorgeous with the personality to match, there wasn’t a head that didn’t turn when she walked into a room, not a man that didn’t fumble over their words at any opportunity to talk to her, not a woman who didn’t want to be her friend. Sure her beauty was undeniable, but her benevolent heart beat it all.

         He may never know why Jesse had leaned in to kiss him seven months ago save for three days in a hidden corner in Café Verona -- a quaint treasure he’d always hold dear to his heart. Fairy lights criss-crossed along the ceiling, soft Jazz waltzing with the beat of his heart, emerald green leather bench pressing into his thighs. But he’s glad she did. He’s glad she leaned in to kiss him when he’d been building up the nerve for weeks. So afraid to go there but more afraid of not knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He’s glad she took his chin in between her fingers to hold him still enough to feel her lips press to his securely, a warmth swarming in his chest where the heart shaped hole once was.

          If he flipped through the pages of his memory, he would remember a statue-like stillness about him before he sunk into her touch, caging her head in his large careful hands. Feeling the gasp she tried to hide, the smell of grapefruit shampoo and the way her flushed cheeks felt under his stroking thumbs. He would see himself fall into her, around her and through her, off the edge of the rocky cliff and into the dark blissful deep of nothing but her.

          He’d be eternally grateful she looked at him with utmost sincerity and whispered with a raw kind of intensity that he’d “driven her mad you see” -- and he’d heard it then, the brittleness of her voice because fear rattles her to the core, and she had been scared out of her mind. A crack that tracked through her careful confession and to the root of him. Jesse was scared of what he meant, what he was in terms of her heart, what he could be if she continued to kiss him the way she was.

          In that quiet moment he remembered what made her so deeply rooted in his heart: the laugh that rattled him, the soft smell of peaches and vanilla, the way she never drives without sunglasses because her mom who passed away much too early did the same, the dance she does when she finally eats the first bite of food after damn near breaking the world in half in hanger, the way she punches the roof of her car after making it through a yellow light because her best friend in high school did the same, the way she always turns her spoon upside down when eating ice cream, and the way she always has answers for everything no matter what topic, even the way she laughs entirely too hard at Family Feud. 

         For that reason alone he waited for the physical parts to come when they may. It was new and exciting sure, and he’d always loved her heart of course, but her body was uncharted territory. He was patient, yes. A gentleman guarding some assumed virtue, even if he knew better than to think she was anything but a seductress. Patient enough to tell her no when she’s had one too many drinks and not enough discipline. They’d been friends before anything else - the best of friends with a foundation of trust. He’s spent years trying to gain that trust and he vowed to keep it.

          Of course he could have been that guy on many occasions: possessive, selfish, greedy and crude. He could have played his cards and dealt his dirty hand at the wrong moment and still pulled out ahead. I mean hell, how often do guys get out of the friend-zone? But he wasn’t that guy. No matter the relationship status — they weren’t ready.

         They hadn’t been ready to cross that carefully drawn line in the sand, not until now. With the strawberry White Barn candle burning in the corner on the cluttered desk one could expect from a college student and a half full can of Arizona tea on the night stand...her face lit with a mystical kind of magic he’d only ever seen the day she leaned back after their first official kiss. 

         “Hold my hair.”

         Grayson found the words slipping off his tongue easier than they’d come all night. All he’s planned on was a simple date in the park that was tucked away and secluded from all the people that could interrupt, he’d even brought her favorite book and laid back on a soft patch of grass to listen to her melodic voice read to him. He’d planned to come back and share a peck or two while watching a new episode of Daredevil and holding her through the night. She’d had a long day full of texts to him, trying to get him to give her the okay to walk out of her low-paying job and not look back. He never planned on laying her down on his bed and caressing every inch of her skin until he was finally delving into a place he’d never been quite like this.

          He was nervous but he could do anything, be anything with her hand in his hair and her kind eyes watching him defile her. He just knew from this moment on he would have a reputation to uphold, as cocky as it sounded. He had to prove he wasn’t as lost as he felt. He felt like a virgin all over again, like he was doing something raw and real and scary. A secret only the wrinkled sheets would remind him of later.

          Her touch, her soothing him through something that frightened him has always been a crutch for him to lean on. When he got in a fight with his brother, she was there to comb through his hair and talk him through the proper apology, when he decided to change majors and had a breakdown so crippling he couldn’t breathe she rocked him through it until his breath was even once again, when he wrecked his new car on the way home from a party he never should have been at she was right there to give him a kiss on the cheek and help him call the insurance company and his erratic mother who loved her like a daughter. She led him through the rough parts of life and then some.

           He never imagined she would be leading him through something so sensual, but he needed her bringing him back to earth all the same.

          Jesse obliged with a grin of her own, feeling him shuffle down to trail a string of kisses across her torso and down to the base of her need and desire. The fireball of want burned in her stomach, turning her rational thoughts brown and charred. He was good at that, making her need him fiercely. She’d never wanted anyone so much, and even if she thinks back to past flings - she’d never been satisfied like she was with Grayson, and they’d done much less.

         “What are you thinking?” Jesse wonders, distracted by his soft supple lips and his nibbling at her hip, but wanting to hear the inner workings of his brain. Her fingers fidget, wanting to push him by his brown mop of hair down lower - just to feel him at last. She needed this distraction, she just needed his help to forget. Not that she hadn’t been waiting for months for this exact moment, there was just urgency in the way she’s stripped herself bare before him. 

          She almost expects him to wait for her direction, but jerks against him when he takes the lead all on his own. How could he not with her as his complete mercy, giving him the fuck me eyes and twisting a lock if hair around her finger? 

          Grayson thinks on that as he trails his mouth down, down, down to slick his tongue up the base of her, smirking to himself when she wiggles against him. “I’m thinking that I like you this way.”

          The contact was a shock to her nervous system and a promise of what was soon to come if she kept tempting him the way she was. She was a heathen with angel eyes. Someone infatuated with his innocence (at least he was more innocent than she) and curiosity to learn every curve and dip of her body. He made her feel powerful, unstoppable, undeniable. She craved it as much as he craved her own lips tracking across his skin - in the heat of the moment or in the still of the night.

          “Naked you mean?” She laughs then, trying to keep herself at least somewhat under control now that he’s grown some balls and taken the first step. She’s shocked momentarily that she didn’t have to practically order him into touching her.

           She grips her breasts at another bold swipe of his tongue. Rolling her hardened nipples between her fingers and tensing at the sparks flying up her center. The feeling of him spreading her open, blowing against her throbbing clit is almost too much to bear. Jesse curses then, a soft “fuck” she tries to reel back before he gets too big of a head. She knows it fell on eager ears when he delivers another bold stripe of his tongue up her center -- slow and deliberate. 

           “Unguarded,” he finally grumbles, rubbing away the goosebumps that pepper her thighs. She thinks for a moment that she could gave turned off the ceiling fan circling over top of them, but feared she might burn up if it wasn’t for the white blades blowing on her crown of hair going every which way on the pillow. 

          She ignores how right he is - that she’s never been this vulnerable with him before, but instead rolls her eyelids shut to feel him really delve into her - opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to her flat. This is just what she needed, her favorite person trying something new and succeeding at it. 

            For someone that’s never given head, he was pulling it off. He was going to ruin her.

           Glancing down at the yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the right side of his face, Jesse curled her fingers into his plush head of hair once again, somewhere between heaven and hell with no real knowledge of the difference.

           She moans at his lips wrapping around her, the suction to her lower region and the way his thumbs dig into her skin to hold her in place. No running this time, she had no choice but to feel it all. This is what she wanted right? 

          “This feel okay?” he teases, tentatively trailing the tip of his tongue around the place she wanted most. He loved to see her eyes alight with that devilish incomprehensible lust. He was truly winging it, doing anything he’d heard from friends or watched himself late at night, anything to further her soft pants and moans tumbling out of her O shaped mouth. She was too good to be true and felt like one lucky bastard. 

           Nodding down to him she groans, wanting him latched to her. “M-more than okay just keep going.”

          He never knew it could feel so pleasurable to be the giver and not the receiver nine times out of ten. He didn’t know how selfish he’d been and the opportunities he'd missed to feel compliant and...obedient. He liked it. He loved it. He loved the position he was in - her looking down at him like the goddess she was and always had been, him crouching down at the end of the bed to devour her in the best way he could, his hair disheveled, eyes dark with hunger, hands gripping her tight.

          He lets instinct take the wheel, peppering kisses to her clit and bringing his own  hand down to slip in a finger to add extra stimulation - pleased when Jesse releases another string of curses. Fowl language huh? Wonder what she’d do if he stopped-

          “You’re such a dick-“ she tugs at his roots, rolling her hips into his mouth that savors  her now, lips slick with her wetness. She tasted good, he’d concluded. It wasn’t anything like what he imagined it would be, no, it was better. It felt better than all of the horror stories he’d made up in his head. He’s sure if he wanted to - he could stay right down between her legs for hours -- until his lips were sore and his tongue tired. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not when she’s been waiting so long, fantasized too often. She huffs out again “Thought you’ve never done this before.”

            That must be a good sign, right?

           “Never,” he slurps at her, shaking his head and groaning into her core. He felt the slickness of her on his cheeks now. Bowing down to eat her out was harder than it looked, especially with back problems as it was. 

            Focused and drunk on Jesse’s gentle hip thrust into his mouth he hugs her thighs and stands upright, just off the edge of the bed, bringing her lower half up in the air with him. He can feel her trembling now, wide eyes gleaming at him with surprise and delight at the new and better position.

            She was losing it. She’d had him compliant at first, her soft-hearted boyfriend trying something new...but damn he was tugging the ropes from between her fingers and leading her to a path less traveled. Quick learner he was.

           “Grayson put me down! Have you lost your mind?” Jesse squealed, grinning at his closed eyes and moving lips, deaf to her antics. She was expected something quick, maybe even simple, but him switching up positions was not in the game plan as great as it was. 

           She could see it now, the guy that was always hiding just beneath the surface. She could see how her sounds urged him on and made him try harder. She could see his arms shaking from the weight of her legs and the effort it took to hold her pussy as close to him as he could. She could feel the heavy breath fanning out across her pelvis from his nose. She could feel the tickle of his hair dangling down and whispering across the skin of her stomach. She could feel that same ball of fire seated in her stomach slip lower and lower with each passing second - until the words that fell out of her mouth were nothing but strings of profanity would make a sinner blush.

             It was going to sear her in half, that fucking ball of fire. Hot lava stirring up a flood she couldn’t stop. It was splitting her in half just as his digits were now, pumping into her hard and fast, curling at his knuckles. His rings gleam from the yellow lamp-light and shock her when they touch her dewy skin. She had lost all sense of control.

            Hearing his own moans, hearing how desperate he was to keep eating her pussy and make her feel better than anyone had, got her inching towards the edge. It was a low kind of growl itching at his throat.

            The taste of her blurred his senses, the soft smell of her making his mind spin out of control, the tightening walls of her cunt around his fingers fucking her fast, the light sheen of sweat that glowed in the dim light of his room - he was a madman with no direction but forward. He had to keep going, for stopping would surely break them both. He would love to tease her, but knew if he stopped one more time she would kill him in a heartbeat. 

          “Open your fucking eyes and watch me.” He barked down to her, stopping only for a moment to glare at her. His fingers continued their fast paced in and out, in and out, in and out.

                         He’d figured if he was going to take it all the way, he needed to pull every string. Needed to pull out the nasty daydreams and make them a reality. This is something he would have for keeps. Something he’d want to do over and over, something he couldn’t wait to do again. Something he’d want to remember. 

          Peeling her eyes open she sobbed at the sight of him spitting into her pussy with a smile, staring at her darkly. Light eyes blacked into pits he ruined her through and through. He had to be lying, he just had to be.

          “Fast learner,” Grayson sneers, leaning forward to smear his saliva around her slick folds, arms circling her midsection to hold her close again.

           “ Fuckfuckfuckfuck- keep fu- keep going!” Jesse begs, barely holding on to the light threatening to slip away into the fire burning her up. “Doing so good Gray, so fucking good.”

             She had discovered soon in the relationship and the minimal sexual acts they’d indulged in that Grayson was a man that adored praise. He wanted someone to tell him how good he was doing, even if he already knew it. He wanted someone to look him in the eyes just as she was doing now and watch him succeed. He wanted complete undivided attention, verbal acknowledgment. 

              He sucked at her still, sliding his tongue into her quickly then — remembering someone in a poorly shot amateur porn video did the same to the tatted up blonde he was practically fucking to death, and hoped it would have the same effect on his beautiful princess begging for him to keep going. He kept note while he watched the video, knowing one day he would be standing where he is now relishing in the gold mine that belonged to him. He fucker her with his tongue, humming into her cunt for the added stimulation. 

               Fuck all she was the end of him. “Pretty pussy all wet for me, yeah? Want to cum? Bet you doubt me huh? Thought I wouldn’t do you right…”

               He chucked at the vigorous nodding of her head, the eyes rolling in the back of her head, the hand that leaves his hip to pull at her own hair. Her eyes squeezing shut in panic now that she feels the tip of the iceberg coming up fast. 

               “Don’t even know how crazy you drive me, how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”

               Hearing him admit it only made her thighs quiver against his strong arms, only made her want more, made her creep dangerously close to the edge she was for once in her life afraid to fall off of. The crash into the sea would be the biggest shock she’s ever had. Jesse tried to focus on her breathing, trading the heaving for squealing when he dipped his tongue in her entrance to give her something to fantasize about. She’d never had someone tongue fuck her, let alone stair into her soul while they did it. 

              Fuck he was good. Too fucking good.

             “Baby you have t-to slow down,” she warns, the big splash terrifying and so close. He was a wicked man for doing just the opposite, spreading her legs wider and shaking his head against her again, eyes squeezed shut like he knew what would happen in only a few seconds.

               “Grayson step back,” she tried to warn more firmly, afraid of the unfamiliar feeling of something new about to happen, embarrassed already but too worked up to stop it. “Shit - Grayson step back!”

                And there it was, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had and certainly the wettest. Her release soaked the bed beneath, sheets spotted with her arousal and breath stolen from her lungs. She’s not sure when Grayson had dropped her, or whether her convulsing body wiggled out of his grasp during the black out she’d just had. She was spread on the bed in her own mess, her chest flushed, damp hair stuck to her forehead in waves, vision blurred, eyelids drooping in exhaustion, hand somehow in Graysons.

              He’s there then. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, his hand a ghost on her forehead brushing away those tendrils of hair, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles with tender care, his lips smoothing the furrow of her brows. Grayson is lifting her without a word, caging her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and smoothing her head against his chest to feel the weight of her there - just to feel the heat of her consume him.

              “Holy fuck,” she breathes, spent. 

              “I hope it wasn’t too much,” he whispers into her hair, hand smoothing over the locks while rocking her around the room, mind racing with every image of what he’d just done and the feeling of complete bliss flooding his body.

                He’s almost worried she fell asleep in his arms until he feels the shaking he can only assume is laughter, before she’s hugging him tighter. “Idiot. I can’t believe you’ve never done that. And I can’t believe I’m this tired. Feel like a rookie.”

               “Guess I passed the test then?”

               “Flying colors.”

                Jesse nuzzles in as far as she can, tucking in her arms against his chest and letting the state of Nirvana wash over her. With a sigh Jesse thinks over the shocking events of her boyfriend being 100% nastier than she’d initially thought — not that she’s complaining.

               She barely remembers Grayson running a bath, or setting her in the steaming tub with a kiss, or waiting for him to strip the bed with a giddiness sitting in his chest at all that they’d done, barely remembers him joining her in the tub and catching soap in the calm of his hand to smith the suds over her post-sex body. That’s the only way she would describe herself in the moment, her skin felt sensitive to the touch, sparks still shooting through her with the feeling of his hands on her.

             What Jesse does remember is laying with Grayson in a bed freshly made, arm draped over his stomach, head resting against his arm, lips peppering kisses against his chest randomly through-out the night. She remembers the feeling of adoration and understanding. What they’d done was both the most foul thing she’d ever done, but also the most liberating and beautiful experience. To lose yourself in another person in such a way that you’re utterly consumed by them was...foreign to the pair laying together in the still of the night.

              Jesse waited until Grayson was softly snoring until she said the only thing she’d never had the guts to tell him in the months they’d been dating. He’d been waiting on it patiently. It was different between friends, but it meant so much more when you don't want to say it to anyone else for the rest of your life. The moment she says it, she can’t ever take it back. Maybe that’s why she chooses the early hours of the morning to lean in and press her lips against his feather soft, blinking back the mist clouding her vision. 

              “Don’t know if you could tell...but I'm kind of in love with you...so just be patient with me please I’m trying for you.”

              Maybe she would get the guts one day to say the words while he’s awake, maybe face to face or with the lights off because she has some kind of comfort in the dark, or maybe it would slip out on accident. In any way that it happens, she hopes he will smile. She hopes that he knows how insanely incandescently happy he makes her each and every day, and how honored she feels that she got to experience another first with him.She hopes he will be comforted that his feelings are 100% reciprocated. She hopes that she gets to see that beautiful  smile he wears on special occasions -- the true smile that he doesn't show too often. For now she presses her lips to his once again, smiling softly as the slow ride and fall of his chest, arm holding her close, the ring she won him out of a shitty machine in the corner of a tattoo shop he’d stopped into on a whim secured on a thin chain around his neck, and the fluttering of his eyelashes while he dreamed.