#nick collab

[chaotic-nick]

— a 700 follower milestone collab—

about: private relationships, idiots in love and are in denial about it, the italicised oh moments, friends with benefits becoming something more

this collab is all about friends becoming lovers and the many things that you two go through before really making things serious.

pssst! here are some prompts and dialogue prompts if you're feeling lost

open to all fandoms

rules:

— there is NO deadline, a soft deadline would be the 14th of February 2024

— you can join how ever many times you want

— tag stuff accordingly, sfw and nsfw are welcome + any type of AUs are welcome

— tag your work with the #justfriends.collab

— want to join? I'm an ask away! —

• BLEACH

how deep do holes go? - Renji x reader by me

[luvs4matt]

“𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺” a @luvs4matt and @submattenthusiast collab

— 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 | 𝑰𝑵 𝑷𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑪

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 — dom!matt x sub!reader

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 — in which, dom!matt and sub!matt both end up in the same scenarios, but how differently are they handled?

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 — SMUT, p in v, public sex, degrading praises, mirror sex, kissing, pantie eating?, bigdick!matt, slight orgasm control, clitoral stimulation, slight aftercare, petnames (baby, honey, sweetheart, good girl), small sir kink, shoppingggg, etc

with love and stems, cherry ღღ

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 work, and was ready to get home and see his favorite girl, but as soon as he got home, he didn’t even have time to take his shoes off before you ran up to him with your purse and shoes in hand. “you’re home!” you quickly sat down to put your shoes on “we need to go shopping! tj maxx has that shirt i’ve been wanting and i haven’t been able to find it anywhere!”

you dragged him out the door and into the car. he really didn’t want to go anywhere, he had been working for hours on end, but he wants you to be happy and he knows how much you love that shirt. you seen it once and when you went back to get it, it was gone.

you told him on the way there that you knew it was there because your friend called you and informed you about it. he pulled into the parking lot, finding a parking spot “i’ll wait in the car, please hurry baby” you looked at him in disbelief “what? no- matt. you’re coming in, c’mon” he sighed and got out of the car.

typically, matt doesn’t care when you take your time shopping, he finds it adorable even, but he wanted to go home and cuddle you. you found your shirt, but after you found it, you kept looking around “matt!” you squealed, finding the cutest pair of jeans “what.”

“..nevermind” you mumbled, no longer wanting to show them off. you placed them in your cart while you walked towards the undergarments.

“you almost done?” matt asked “not yet- i want to see if they have any bras in my size” you continued to look through them, finally finding a pack of bras in your size.

“i need to try these on!” matt groaned “why? aren’t they your size?” you looked at matt like he was stupid “obviously they are my size matt, but all bras fit differently” he mumbled a “whatever” before following you towards the dressing room.

“i’m trying all 3 items on matt, so it’s going to be a minute before i’m done” that was his last straw. he grabbed the cart from you, taking to the dressing room “ma’am? do you mind watching this for a few minutes?” the lady looked confused “um, sur-“ he grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the bathroom.

“matt- what the fuck” he pulled you inside, pushing you against the door as he covered your mouth with his hand.

“y’know- when i got home, all i wanted to do was shower, and spend time with you—relax, but then… then, you decided that you just absolutely needed to go get this fucking shirt, and i understood, i mean- you haven’t stopped talking about it. but you just keep shopping after that, and take your sweet little time as if I’m not fucking exhausted.”

you stared up at him through your lashes, starting to feel bad about making him take you here “m’sorry” your words were muffled from his palm against your mouth “oh yeah? you’re sorry? why’s that? is it because you know i’ll punish you if you don’t apologize? well, i’ll punish you anyway.. you know that too..”

his hand travels from your mouth, down to your waist “now tell me” his grip on your waist is hard as he brings his lips to your ear “are you gonna be a good girl and be quiet?” you muttered back a “yes sir..”

he chuckled “good.” he placed his lips on yours, roughly kissing you. this went on until your lips were bruised, and yours, and his clothes were off. he pulled away, turning you around to face the mirror “can’t believe i gotta teach you a lesson in a damn bathroom..” he grunted as he lines his tip up with your entrance.

you let out a moan while he filled your pussy, but it was louder than it should’ve been, someone in the store probably heard you “you said that you were going to be quiet, now be quiet, before i have to cover your mouth again”

“i know.. m’sorry.. y- you’re.. you’re just so big” he went as deep as he could after you said that “yeah? i got a big cock baby?” you hummed. you tried to restrain your moans and whimpers, but when he finally started fucking you, you couldn’t anymore.

they were so loud that matt had to still his hips, grabbing your panties from off the floor, before continuing “get these in your mouth, c’mon- oh- yeeaahh” he shoved your panties into your mouth, your own arousal filling your taste buds.

the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through out the room, sweat coating your forehead. you moaned and whined into the fabric as his cock brushes against your cervix.

you tried looking away from the mirror, embarrassed that you already were ruined just from some dick, but matt wouldn’t let you, he gripped your jaw, making you look at yourself “look at you.. ‘got your makeup all messy.. your droolin’ everywhere..”

his fingers rubbed fast, tight, circles on your clit.

the pleasure felt so good to the point that you couldn’t even make more sounds than a groan—possibly a whimper, which is why matt let you remove the panties from your mouth “m- matt” your voice was barely a whisper “hold it” you attempted to protest, but it was no use. “you either hold it, or you don’t cum at all.. your choice”

“i’ll h.. hold it..” you were so dangerously close to falling over the edge, but you didn’t want to disobey him “please..” he chuckled from behind you, speeding up his already rapid thrusts “fine.. cum all over my cock baby”

you came all over his cock, yours and his sticky substances flow out of your hole as he too finished. “did so good sweetheart” he gives you kisses on your cheek and your neck, almost as a small reward. he grabbed toilet paper, using it to clean both of you up before he re-clothed both of you “um.. matt?”

“yeah honey?” you looked down at your wobbly knees before looking back up at him “i.. i don’t know if i can walk..” he smirks at the fact that he took that ability from you “i’ll go get the cart”

“thank you” he gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves the bathroom.

​© luvs4matt

a/n - surprise???

divider by @fairytopea

[endereies]

https://www.tumblr.com/airaibunny/738815784309194752/misc-smut-prompts-1-no-underwear-did-you-plan

79 for skater!chris and tomboy!reader but satis is the one telling him to use her thigh 🥰

USE MY THIGH

Skater!Chris having to use Tomboy!Reader's thigh to get himself off

WARNINGS: THIGH RIDING, SUB CHRIS, SLIGHT SPIT KINK, NO P IN V, MALE MASTURBATION?, LEMME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING

"Chris... are you okay over there..?" Your voice softly spoke over the humming of the television, a random show on that neither of you seemed truly interested in. The only thing that really caught your eye was him. He kept shifting in his seat but trying his best and failing to hide it. You placed your phone down by your lap, zeroing in on his behaviour. Teeth gripped the edge of his lip as he adjusted once more - lifting one of his knees close to his chest.

"Hm...? Yeah, fine." It was shaky and told you quite the opposite. Yet, you left it alone just to see how far he'd go until he cracked. Chris was simple like that, very vocal about things whether he meant it or not. It was enjoyable when you knew you were so different - you could drag things out for a while.

His attempts at containing himself only got worse, sighing and glancing over at you repeatedly. A debate whirled in his mind for the next ten minutes. At this point, your phone was the least interesting thing around, the pixels not even registering an ounce in your brain. It was just a cover so you could enjoy his restlessness.

By now you knew what was happening. Despite his greatest efforts, he couldn't hide the imprint of his bulge against his sweatpants. You'd been aware for the last few minutes with a few looks his way. Suddenly, the waiting game became much more enjoyable.

His nervous energy bleed through and now his knee was bouncing every few seconds. He stared deep into the screen feigning interest in the plot line, searching for an escape of his situation.

"Baby..?" Finally, his voice emerged from the corner he was sat in. Tones of desperation snuck through, and a smirk tugged at your lips. You watched as he kept shuffling, his hands joining in the charade.

Now, he was rested by your side, inching as close as he could. The more you watched, the more you noticed his eyes dilate whenever he stared at you - it really was a sight to see. One short move later and his head rested on top of your shoulder, his head tilted up towards you, focused on your lips. "Can I?"

"Hm? Can you what..?" You knew exactly what he meant but letting your voice carry that teasing innocence could lead him on that little longer. His breath exhaled onto your neck, his lips parting before forming a subconscious pout. Whether it was from your coyness or his own pent-up frustration, you couldn't quite tell. Yet it made your mouth water.

Chris's fingers twitched at your hips, caught with the restraint and the need to touch. You could feel the tension radiating off his skin. "Can I have a kiss?" He murmured softly, his eyes pleading.

"You know you just have to ask for these things." You whispered in response, brushing a thumb underneath his jaw before leaning in. Your lips met his, as gently as he asked. He relaxed into the kiss, closing his eyes instantly before reciprocating. When you pulled back to your original position, Chris almost followed, not wanting to let go just yet.

You chuckled under your breath at the way he lingered, lips parted with that needy look plastered over his face. "That helped?"

"A little..." His body betrayed him, still flushed, still tense and very much still hard. He shifted his time, embarrassed he was torn to so little. He tucked himself back into the side of your neck.

You tilted your head slightly to accommodate him. His only response was a muffled groan against your skin. "You're doing this on purpose."

You smirked, holding back a laugh. "Doing what, exactly."

"That look you're giving me, the tone too. Like you know what I really want." He pulled back just enough to glare at you, though it held no real heat.

"Do I?" You looked away from him, not giving him his desired attention whilst you proceeded to turn off the television in the background.

"Stop fucking teasing me.." His body pushed away from yours, sitting idly next to you now. His thumbs twiddled in his lap, his bulge itching to buck slightly.

"I think this is more fun, don't you think?" He smirked against your neck, his hips shifting in their seat. "Mhmm..." He murmured softly, his body going tense. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, realizing you were trying to make him crazy.

"Fuck... stop playing with me.." He breathed heavily, praying for relief of any kind. "Oh? And do what else instead?"

He groaned once more, lolling his head backwards as embarrassment rose to his cheeks. "Let me touch you... please, let me fuck your mouth or something, just quickly please.."

You could see it in his face, hear it in the way he spoke. The way his hands held themselves like he was trying to be respectful and failing miserably.

"You could always...fuck my thigh instead..."

Chris's eyes snapped up to yours, his brain pausing any sensible thought at your suggestion. "You're serious right now?"

He carefully watched as you pretended to flicker through your options. It was torture watching you drag this on for any extra amount of time while he was dying alongside you for any form of friction. His politeness was preventing him from moving his hips in any way. Cute to watch him stutter when you hadn't even done anything.

Once you nod his way, you let the smirk tug freely at the corners of your mouth. "Unless you.. don't want to do anything like you so seem."

Shakes of his head were all you got in return, as quick as he could after you spoke. He uttered a pathetic 'no'.

"Then use my thigh."

The tips of your fingers patted the skin of your thigh where your shorts couldn't reach, enough for his playing field. All he had to do was oblige. And he did.

His belt shortly unbuckled and clattered to the floor alongside the rest of his clothing. All while this happened he mumbled small sentences, as if he was forced to do this. Anything to claim his sense of dominance in this circumstance. He was whiny enough for you to know he hadn't meant it. The way he stumbled to get his boxers off was enough to make you chuckle.

"I'm not making you do anything, sweet boy, just want you to feel good, yeah?"

A tut fell from his lips, his head steering away from your view. Yet, you patted your thigh once more, expecting his full weight to drop down. He was already hard enough for him to begin so you gathered some saliva in your mouth - watching it drip down to your skin. Your fingers dragged it across the surface, prepping it for him. "C'mon, don't get shy now."

Awkwardly straddling your leg, he began to press his weight firmly onto you. With the support of the chairs beneath you, you would last a longer time with him atop you. Enough to lay back and enjoy the view.

Once more, he refused to look at you, only staring down to his dick. The way it merged with your saliva as it lubed up the skin between you two turned him on more than it should've. It was slow at first - his movements - gaining his pace and continuing the action of spreading around the 'lube' you placed.

The warmth of your thigh made him let out a sigh, contentment beginning to flood his senses. The build up was slowly being released and it was all he could ask for. Satisfaction was clear all over his face, the tension leaving him the more he continued.

He felt rather pathetic in this position, completely at your mercy to continue. But he loved it. Having all your focus on him was all he needed this whole time, now that be had it, he was relishing in it. His eyes narrowed, balling into a fist on your shoulder. "Feel like a fuckin' teenager.."

"There we go.. just relax and keep moving baby.." You gently rub his shoulder, initially as a way to settle his nerves but now it had morphed into a way to keep his mind whirling. God, did it work.

You had to admit that it was hot to watch him, all pent up with only his words in his arsenal. Your own stomach twisted with that familiar arousal - sighs leaving your own lips as you practically drooled at him.

"Fuck-" The angle changed slightly, enough to push his tip harder into your skin. His hips stuttered with a quiet groan, noticed quickly by you. You knew him by now, the areas he was most sensitive, the ways to get him riled. So, you pretended to shift yourself under his weight which happened to push directly on the majority on his dick at once. His clenched fist pushed into your shoulder, supported the way he jolted.

When he glared up at you, he was met with your eyes already baring into his. A sign that you knew exactly what you were doing. The contact didn't last long, another press of your body knocked the air out from his chest, forcing his head down to stare at himself.

"You okay there, baby?" Your tone full of teasing guaranteed as reaction. He laughed lowly, pausing for a moment. "Fuck you..."

"You can if you're good enough." Chris just shook his head, trying to focus on the feeling in his stomach that tightened with every small thrust. His own collection of saliva dropped to his dick, regaining the pace he had before. He ignored the way his breathing grew heavier, the way his dick pulsed at any extra movement or jolt.

Your hands reached from his shoulder into his locks of hair, brushing through them at the same speed as his hips. The strands of hair were as smooth as his words. You adored watching him melt into your touch, and now was no different. Subconsciously, his body quickened while his eyes fluttered shut. His head followed the motions of your palm, meeting every touch and grasp. "Feels nice.."

"Mm.. I noticed that, you feeling good there?" The nod that followed was almost nonexistent, just enough to let you know how he felt. With him distracted, you brought your attention to his dick, twitching with need. Why not help him out?

"Shit, Satis I-" Words just jumbled out as your hand placed another layer for him to slide between. His head leaned down before you could process it so with your fingers still gripped onto his hair, it tugged at his scalp. The while moment brought hisses and whimpers tumbling past his brain and out his mouth. It was piful to see him so lost in small feelings.

His head was clouded, forgetting the embarrassment from ten minutes ago and the squirming from twenty. He knew he just had to ask and his only regret was not asking sooner. He knows you aren't one to turn him down without reason, only alter an experience. Only, he wasn't complaining.

"M'close, shit.." His head fell to your shoulder, giving into the way his body just faltered against your touch. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time. "Whenever you're ready..."

Another queue of breaths poured against your neck, the warmth greeting your skin. You knew he was getting closer by the second, your hand doing no favours to prolong it. Usually you'd attempt to tease him once or twice. His desperation from the beginning made you think otherwise, your own seeping in at the way he groaned against you. Even if you weren't directly doing anything, it was inevitably you that made him feel this way, his relived and pleasured.

The pace faulted occasionally, the smooth pace lacking the same muster as before. It attempted to hold the same speed, but as his sensitivity increased, his drive weakened. The knot in his abdomen was about to snap. "You gonna make a mess for me?"

"Mhm!" The tone was higher than he would've liked, but he didn't care. He was too overwhelmed with arousal to quit to second guess himself. "G-gonna cum.."

Only a few thrusts later he spluttered forwards, ropes of cum leaving his tip, spreading over your thighs. It contaminated the saliva slightly, enough to be visible. He stopped movements entirely, his chest rising and falling with each intake of air.

"You feel better?"

"Y-yeah.. thank you. I needed that more than I thought I would." He chuckled to himself, withdrawing himself from your thigh, sitting on the sofa space besides you. Your leg felt free from his weight, slightly gone numb from the lack of circulation. "Let's get this mess cleaned up"

Chris leant over his shoulder and grabbed a small box of tissue from the table. "I knew I kept them there for a good reason."

[nick-web]

𝄲 ֵ 𖹭 🥟ְ ᴰᴬᴹᴺ  𝓰𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝂅 𝂴 ﹙𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈﹚ ᮥ ֹ 𝖿𝗈᪾𝗋 𝗒𖹭꯭𝅥𝗎 יִיִ

𝄲🍚᳞﹙ יִיִ 𝗌𝗁𝗁𝗁... 𝅼 ֹ 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅꯭⍺꯭𝖻 𝚆𝙸ִ𝚃᪾𝙷 @luacrescentte  ❟ 𝟢𝟤 ֹ ᴾᴶ𝂅

𝄳 ֹ 므 ᴵᴹ꯭ 𝓈ᴼ ֵ ֹ𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾꯭𝗋𝖾꯭𝗇𝗍 𝀕 🪹𝂅 𝄲 믕믹 ֹ 📝̸ h꯭un꯭dr꯭ed

ᥘ⠀ׄ 🦷⠀⠀𝗆͜⍺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂⍺𝗅 ⍺͜𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋⍺𝗅⠀⠀𝄒! ⠀✉️⠀יִי꯭ִ⠀⠀𝗇𖹭 𝖼𝗈𝇁𝗉᪾𝗂𝖾⠀ׄ⠀𝅦⠀͝

[peepawgia]

Finally I can get this brainrot out of my head

Two cutie patooties frfr

[booigi-boi]

I don't know why I'm so surprised that every Lang sibling is so talented and knows how to draw

[okana8]

Mr and Mrs Claus or me and my bestie in future (im on right side)

[masochist-mouse]

capcut pro is so worth it for the pocketcat vril edit guys

[zeromav]

GREAT BALLS OF FIRE

AN ART COLLAB WITH THE ONE AND ONLY @one-lonely-artist !!!!

They drew goose, and I had drawn Maverick and Slider. Dunno what Maverick did, but all we know is that he DEFINITELY started it

my part and the ref vvv

[endereies]

INTRODUCING - SKATER!CHRIS

SKATER!CHRIS - skater all his life, never organised, baggy clothes, signature cologne, reliable, trustworthy, loyal till he dies, headphones, quick learner, dependent, dog person, music, comfort, cries at films, emotionally available, happy around people but finds comfort in being sad, lighters, decorative, expressive, random facts, sport indulgent, piercings, big sweet tooth, loves giving gifts and clothing

[Best paired with @strnilolover Tomboy!Reader]

[baeshijima]

modern au where u and the stellaron hunters play games like lethal company and blade somehow ends up being ur saviour from the spiders (wacks the shit out of them with the shovel no balls man of steel fr fr), will act as bait just so u can escape even if it means sacrificing himself his character (one time when u and him were leaving the site, kafka and sw already on their way to the ship, two mannequins popped out from nowhere and, like the absolute man he is, he told u to leave first while he keeps them in place; he managed to get out alive and u almost cried), if he finds out you died then he will go back in like a champ to get ur body even if the power generator has been taken out and its like 8pm, and if he ends up being the last person alive and is on the ship then ur body will be the first he tries to find and teleport back (kafka teases u in the dead chat while sw grumbles abt favouritism and how she definitely would have survived if it wasnt for the flashlight running out of battery)

idk man gamer blade 😔

[slutformatthewsturniolo]

I need Nai and Larray back on the channel this videos was so funnn💕💕

[xoxosimp]

20 Minutes Left

Pairing : Mike Zacharias x Reader

Synopsis: Doing your laundry at 2 am never felt so rewarding. 

A/N : This fic is for @chaotic-nick One Night Stand Collab! This was beta read but I did not proofread this LOL.

CW: car sex, unprotected sex( wrap it before you tap), size kink if you squint, fast paced

There was a certain type of peace when you did your laundry at 2am. 

There were no children running around the laundromat or elderly ladies trying to make conversation. It was just you and the machine swishing your laundry. 

“What is an angel like you doing up so late?”, a new voice chimed. 

You turned your head to the most handsome man your town has ever seen. Mike Zacharias. He had beautiful emerald eyes with disheveled blonde hair. His huge arms filled with beautiful geometric patterns made of ink 

This man was panty-dropping, drop dead gorgeous.

“I’m doing my taxes,” you said dryly. 

“ May I sit  while you do these taxes ,angel?” something twinkled in his eyes when he noticed you were staring for a second too long.

Gosh, his voice was rich and deep. He made sure to enunciate every letter, every syllable of his pet name for you. Like he’s tasting it. 

You gestured toward the empty chair next to you. “What are you doing up this late, Mike? You don’t have any laundry with you.” 

He took a seat. “ I was nearby meeting with a friend when I saw you through the window. And I will say angel, I like what I’m seeing.”

His eyes are doing that again. They take in your body, no doubt appreciating your work uniform that left little to the imagination. You wore a crop top and fishnets under your denim shorts that ended right where they needed to. 

“ I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing less come next week,” you rolled your eyes.

“How so, angel?, ” he questioned. 

“Apparently someone bought the bar I work at. Probably some middle aged loser who wants to turn it into a strip club.”

“ Aren’t you judgmental, angel?” He teases.

“I’m not being judgemental, It’s a prediction,” You state matter of factly. 

He chuckles, and gosh you think your pussy fluttered around nothing. Everything about this man was heavenly, it was sinful.  

Then he gave you that look. Those eyes that conveyed he knew every single dirty thought running through your mind. That grin that said he wanted to fulfill every single dirty thought. 

“ You have 20 minutes left of your cycle,angel,” he pointed out. 

“ And?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“Can’t just have you sitting here, angel, when you could be doing something much more productive.”

–

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

In a matter of minutes both of your clothes were discarded and thrown in the back of Mike’s car. It was like he planned this, since he was conveniently parked in the darkest corner of the laundromat parking lot. 

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

Gosh, you thought you were taking him. You don't dare look down at your tiny cunt trying to take his length. You take a deep breath and slow inch down on his dick. Your cunt was spasming on him. You held his shoulders so hard it would leave bruises. 

Mike clenched his stomach in an effort not to finish so soon. You were barely inside him yet the silkyness and heat of your pussy was overwhelming him.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned, “ Take all of me.” 

You sink down slowly, until finally- he bottoms out.

You’re so deep in your haze of arousal to truly understand how crazy this is. You’re about to ride Mike in his car, in public, where anyone could see you.But, the way you felt him in your stomach, the way his cock kissed your cervix without pain, any sense of rationality went out the window.

Once you adjusted to his size, you slowly grinded on Mike, leaving no space between the both of you so you could grind your clit until his pelvis. His warm hands found purchase on your hips and encouraged you to keep dragging yourself back and forth on his dick.

You lean on your knees and start bouncing on him. He was so deep inside of you, you were sure you were going to feel him even after you finished. Skin slapping skin and your loud moans filled the air as the car shook.

“ Fuck, angel,” Mike groaned. “ Keep bouncing angel, be a good girl.” His praise made your clit throb.Your thighs were burning but you were so close. Your perfect tits in his face. Your head is thrown back in pleasure. You, moaning his name while you rode him.

You were picturesque.

“Mike ‘m close m’ close,” you babbled mindlessly. You, fucked out on his cock. He wants more of this. 

“ Then be a good little angel and cum on my cock,” he commanded softly. “Cum for me, angel.”

The base of your spine was tingling in pleasure. Your high was going to come crashing down, and his words were all you needed.Your cunt clenched down hard on him, squirting on his cock.

Mike didn't stop. Your cunt was spasming in overstimulation as he bucked his hips into you at a fast rate. He’s going to leave bruises on your hips depending on how hard he’s gripping them. You arched your back as his balls slap against your skin.

‘ Take me so well, angel,” his words are slurred, “ ‘m close angel”

The warmth of your cunt became too much and with three thick spurts,he painted your cunt white. 

You were so cock drunk you couldn't determine how much time really passed. Mike slowly pulls out of your cunt, and he’e delighted to see his cum spill out of your messy cunt.

“ You okay, angel? “Mike asked softly as he rubbed your back. 

You nodded as you rested on the crook of his neck. “ Give me words, angel”

“‘M okay” you mumbled. He was so warm you didn't want to leave his embrace yet. Or ever.

“ You should probably check on your laundry,” Mike quipped. 

You picked up your head and gave him a “ oh so it’s like that face”. “Are you trying to say this one night stand is officially over?”

“ Not in the slightest, angel,” he chuckled.

~~~~

Somehow you and Mike mentioned to get cleaned up and put your clothes back on. You didn't even bother putting your clothes to dry. You just needed a hot shower and sleep. 

Your legs ached from last night’s tryst with Mike, you contemplated calling out of work. But Pixis insisted everyone be there so the new owner could meet his staff. 

You sat at the bar with your coworker , Hitch, resting your head on your palm.

“Girl, you look like hell,” she stated, wiping the bar, “ Rough night or somethin?”

Well, Mike was rough with you last night.

“Or something,” you mumbled.

“Here are two of my best bartenders,” Pyxis’s voice boomed through the empty bar. 

He says that about all his bartenders, you rolled your eyes internally.

“Mr.Zacharias, meet-” his voice drowned out as you picked your head up and made eye contact with the new owner. 

Heart melting green eyes. Beautiful messy, blonde hair, and a panty dropping smile.

Oh Fuck no.

“ Everything alright?” Mike asked. His tone was level but his eyes were teasing. Pyxis and Hitch couldn't see his lustfulness, no doubt remembering what happened before the sun rose.

You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of your trance “I’m fine, just tired is all.” you said.

“Something kept you up?”

“ Laundry took forever,” you answered, “ more than 20 minutes, to be precise.”

[oraeliaa]

Makin’ Memories

Nora finally got her man, she is utterly smitten, and everything is perfect, well, almost perfect...

In an attempt to distract herself she takes Hancock along on her next adventure, accidentally letting slip a secret that isn't hers to tell....

And Hancock, in his infinite wisdom, has come up with a plan to help. Only Nora isn’t quite certain this is what Irma had in mind when she built the memory den.

It’s up!!

The response to Good Vibrations was so incredible, @wastelandbfs and I just couldn’t resist, and so we’re surprise dropping the sequel tonight!

Peep the tags, folks, for Nora/Valentine/Hancock goodness 💕💕

As always, @wastelandbfs is an absolute JOY to collab with, and on this one we certainly matched each others freak 🔥🔥🔥

[stillgotscars]

wait stevie nicks wore the ttpd bracelet on stage… so when are they going to collab

[lunarrosette]

My kiddads brainrot (primarily lark & nark focused) is back and the things I would do for like a season 1.5 comic series focusing on the kiddads RAAAHHHHH