#or shit that is sooooo tiny

[acesammy]

gotta say i am very annoyed with my college

[hedwig221b]

I've got the random sterek idea for a short fic that got me like this and I fear you WILL get a May fic after all...

[liu-yu-xin]

i owe those kiss of life girls my life for making xiaojun learn the hot girl ig poses

[gokusclit]

Beastars they could never make me like u

[infinitystation]

33k likes i fucking hate twitter man

if there is a dick on my phone at work i am getting fired, nudity in any context is still Not Safe For Work. nsfw doesnt mean porn it doesnt mean sexual it means "i cant have this on my phone at work" that's why gore n shit also gets tagged nsfw. stop trying to change what it means 😭

[luciality]

we should make tiktok illegal and also bring back lobotomies. do you actually want to fuck an old man or are you just saying that out of habit. if you wanted to fuck an old man you could do that irl very easily. unironically genuinely from the bottom of my heart if you saw the old women i want to fuck irl you would hurl. you are not oppressed for wanting old man dick but i dont even think you want old man dick. sorry guys im still riled up from this weekend. im just now processing thru this trauma of being around belothed friend-in-laws.

[tardis--dreams]

I wish i could get buproprion without a prescription this shit is way too good to give up ㅠㅠ

[joelsgoldrush]

“give me all of that ultraviolence” | 2k

logan howlett x f!reader

SUMMARY: You give Logan head for the first time.

WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ implied age gap. dirty talk. kind of inexperienced reader. oral sex (m receiving). face fucking. dom!logan. a tiny bit of degradation. he guides you through the whole experience (shocking!!! i know)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HI PALS!!! yes i'm alive and kicking. yes university is killing me. so recently i’ve been OBSESSED with this man and i needed to write something for him. english is not my first language and i may have made some mistakes (if you encounter any you can tell me, i won't mind it). comments/likes/reblogs would be highly appreciated. i've got sooooo many ideas to write and i'm finally getting my hands on them. i missed you all so fucking much. hope you enjoy this!!!

It’s common knowledge that all humans have needs. Try as you may, there’s a primitive side that you can’t spare yourself from. You, as everybody else, have urges.

“Logan,” you basically mewl his name, five letters that roll off your tongue with little effort. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge you, his kisses growing harsher on the delicate skin of your neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you decide to try again, speaking a bit louder this time. “Logan, please.”

“What is it, honey?” he says, bitten lips still pressed to your pulse point. As you remain silent, he looks up at you, those big, brown eyes that you love so dearly almost completely dark now. “Do you want to call it a day?”

His question catches you off-guard. You cup his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, suddenly afraid that he might pull away from you. “No! Not at all. That’s- that’s not what I want at all, actually.”

“What do you want, then? You can tell me,” he kisses you on the lips, softly at first. What starts as nothing more than a sweet kiss turns into a needier one, his hard on poking you through your shorts. “Come on. Tell me, baby. What does my sweet girl want?”

“I want to suck you off, Logan,” you whisper as you latch your mouth onto his, and you can feel how he visibly tenses beneath you. His breath hitches in his throat when you grind your hips. “I really need it.”

From the very beginning of your relationship, you had made things crystal clear: you didn’t have much experience on this territory. For a man his age, he was totally understanding. He knew you had your own times, that for him to take you to bed would take longer. Truth be told, Logan was willing to go to the ends of the world for you. There was no use in forcing anything.

At present, the bulge amid his legs becomes even more noticeable as you get off his lap, playing with his belt. “Can I?” you ask him, amazed at how straightforward you’re being.

Logan stares at you, so far panting, lust glowing in his eyes. “Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters as he helps you undress him. His worn out jeans end up pooling around his ankles, and you locate yourself in between his legs. 

You’re on your knees, hands folded in front of you. Suddenly, it hits you, the shame of it all. How badly you want him, how desperate you are to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. How many nights you’ve dreamt of this moment, unable to stop that unbearable need of touching yourself every time you thought about pleasuring him.

That’s what you truly want. For him to use you.

“What’s wrong, princess? We’ve talked about this a lot of times. You know what to do,” you can’t help but stare at his crotch as you listen to him, and then he raises your chin with his finger, your lips parting unconsciously. You blink slowly at him, eyelashes fluttering together. At last, he seems to understand what you’re trying to tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, that cocky grin of his taking place where it belongs. “You want me to guide you, don’t you? Want me to tell you what to do? Know you like it when I go a bit off the rails.”

You moan at his words, squeezing your eyes shut and nuzzling your cheek up against his palm. Slick gathers in your panties as you push your thighs together. “Please. Tell me what to do.”

“Take it out,” he instructs you, and you do as you’re told. Grabbing him by the base, you pull his cock out of his briefs. He twitches in your hand, and he’s so, so incredibly big. 

You stroke him once, testing the feeling. This you know how to do. You’ve given him hand jobs millions of times, although this one feels particularly different from the others.

He takes hold of your fist, applying a bit of pressure. “I’m sorry, baby. I think you got it all wrong. I’m the one who makes the calls here, okay?” he grunts, his brows knitted, and you only nod, salivating at the sight of his cock already leaking precum at the tip. Logan licks his lips, curling his hand around yours. “You do as I say. Now, stroke me. Nice. And. Slow,” he punctuates each of his words by moving both your hand and his in unison around his length. “That’s it, darling. You just need someone to boss you around from time to time, ain’t I right?”

One thing to know about Logan: he’s so full of himself on a daily basis, but he just gets worse in bed.

“My mouth,” you hover your lips over the head of his cock, all shiny and soft. He has let you go, both of his arms now flexed behind his head, as if he were appreciating how pathetic you must look on your knees, begging for him to allow you to taste him. “Let me.”

“Not yet,” his hips follow your tormenting pace, seeking the warmth that your skin radiates. He grits his teeth, biting his lower lip. You’ve no idea how a man so strong can become putty in your hands like this. “Greedy girl. I’m beginning to think you’ve set me up. Only a slut would get so worked up about having a cock in her mouth. What happened to my innocent girl? Gone with the wind, huh?”

“Please, Lo. I need it so bad,” you are whining, peppering his thighs with kisses. You inhale his musky scent, getting dizzy. “Give it to me. I’ll be good.”

Out of nowhere, Logan grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to arch your back. He scrutinizes your face, studying your blissed out demeanor. “I don’t doubt that. I’m sure you’ll be good. Otherwise, we’ll keep on trying. We have all night, and you have a good memory, just need to put it to use,” as he taps your lower lip with his tip, you catch him smirking. He repeats that same motion until he has you shivering from the excitement of being stuffed. ”Show me how much you need it. Go easy on it at first, okay? Don’t want you choking beforehand.”

You’re more than happy to comply.

Your tongue darts out to lick at his head, enveloping it between your lips. The salty taste of his precum invades your tastebuds, and you moan as you trace the veins of his cock with the pad of your thumb. “Tastes so good, Lo,” your voice sounds distant, almost unrecognizable to your own ears.

“I know, bub. Such a nice fucking mouth, can’t believe you’ve never done this before. I guess you’re a natural,” shaky fingers place a strand of hair behind your ears, patting your head as if you were a dog in heat. “Do you feel like bobbing your head a little?” he asks you, and you prepare yourself, attaching your mouth to his head once again. “Good. That’s good.”

With that being said, Logan fists your hair once again and shoves your face down, his hard cock tickling your throat. Your whines and his rapid breaths are the only sounds to be heard in your bedroom. He grins as he takes in the sight of you. “Oh, sweetheart. You look so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,” his index finger taps your cheek and he feels the outline of his own cock. “You know I can smell you, right? You’re fucking soaked, baby. Think you’ll leave a stain on the carpet? You’d clean it off with your tongue, wouldn’t you?”

You have no idea how he’s coming up with these things, but you’re far from annoyed. In fact, you’ve never been this wet. Your underwear must be ruined at this point, and you wish Logan would tell you to touch yourself.

After some minutes of bobbing your head up and down, he pulls you off his cock and you breathe through your mouth for the first time in a while. As you gasp for air, Logan kisses you, tasting himself. He massages the back of your neck, his cock throbbing between the two of you. “You tired?”

Your glossy eyes widen. Shaking your head, you go for his balls this time, sucking one of them while toying with the other. Logan buries his hands in your hair for what must be the hundredth time in the night, unable to stop himself. “F-fuck, that’s it. A pretty girl like you just gets what she needs,” he praises you, and you return to his length, taking as many inches as you can without hurting yourself. Tears shimmer in your eyes, yet you can’t bring yourself to care about that detail. You’re far too focused on Logan’s grunts and growls. “Keep that up and I’ll come. You heard me? You’re gonna make me fucking come, bub.”

His words ignite a fire inside you. You use your hands, your mouth, everything that you have to pleasure him. He’s getting closer and closer, thighs shaking when you pay special attention to his tip. Logan responds to each of your movements, and as you feel every coherent thought fly out the window, you try to take him all the way down your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. He cants his hips up, brutally fucking your mouth. Like a dog without a leash, Logan seems to get lost in the warmth that envelopes his cock, chasing his own release. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl. Nobody will fuck this mouth ever again. I’ll ruin you for any pathetic guy that tries to get in your pants. You’re fucking mine, darling. Oh, f-fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

You’re met with his happy trail once he spills his hot load inside your mouth. He keeps you trapped there, his cock twitching and spamming through the aftershocks of his orgasm. You don’t think twice and swallow what he’s giving you. Some of his cum slips from your lips, falling directly onto the carpet. Even Logan seems surprised when he doesn’t stop coming.

He helps you stand up after a moment, kissing you as soon as he gets the chance. He licks into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your hips. Logan lifts his eyebrows, relishing how cock-drunk you must look. “I think you nearly killed me. And that’s a lot to say coming from someone who cannot fucking die.”

You plaster a smile on your face, hugging his wide frame. “So, was I okay?”

His jaw goes slack, and he lowers his head to capture your lips in another kiss. “You were fantastic. I could easily get hard again just from thinking about it,” his fingers trace the buttons of your shirt, tugging at the fabric of it. “What if you let me focus on yourself for a while? You’ve already done enough, baby. Let me take care of you,” he rubs his hands on your thighs, reaching for your drenched panties. “Perhaps we could try something else today. That pussy’s begging to be fucked.” 

dividers by: @/cafekitsune thank you!!! :)

[notascreepyasyouthink]

i don't wanna date somebody who needs something from me, i want somebody who chooses to be with me simply because they like me. sure, i hope the relationship is mutually beneficial, but i don't want somebody who's only in it because i have something they want and they equate that with love. i don't wanna feel used anymore. i'm so damn tired of feeling like i'm babysitting everybody when i want to be social. i'm even more tired of feeling like the only people who want to date me just want to fuck me. like what about the romantic angle? do we even get along as people outside of sex or do you just think i'm hot? i got a shit ton of issues with physical intimacy and i'm not always able to provide for other people sexually, sometimes for weeks or months at a time, and i don't want to feel bad about it anymore. i don't wanna feel like i'm obligated to have sex with people or else they'll leave me. i'm just pissed dude. it doesn't feel like people actually want to know me.

[evolnoomym]

Washing Machine Heart 🩶 Pt.1

Mom’s Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: Your Mom is not nice to you, her only Daughter, always picking on you whenever she can. To get back at her you decide to seduce and fuck her Highschool Best-friend Joel Miller. Oh she also has a crush on him so that’s a bonus.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, implied abuse, childhood trauma, alcohol, smut, reader has no name only nicknames, size difference, age gap, readers age is mentioned and Joel is more than double sooo, mommy issues, strained relationships, petty shit, cream pie, tittys, choking kind of, teasing, Joel is tiny bit Pervy, of course Daddy kink, unprotected p in v,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: I was mad so this is what I cooked up lol

Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. This is my first time writing smut sooooo be nice please. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly. 🖤

Song’s I listened to while writing:

I Hate My Mom by GRLwood

Class of 2013 by Mitski

I hope ur miserable until ur dead by Nessa Barrett

Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

Backstabber by Kesha

Jerk by Oliver Tree

You know exactly when the relationship between you and your mother started deteriorating- The day she decided to choose your loser Stepdad, the one she only dated for 4 years, over her own 8 year old daughter. From then on you took a backseat in her life yet she still expected you to take care of her all needs. You hate her for what she did and you miss her like a little kid. You had to drag her home when she drank too much, you can’t even remember how often that happened. Always having to jump in between that asshole and her fighting cuz even though she practically emotionally abandoned you, you still wanted to protect her from harm's way. She forced you to grow up so quickly, it’s her fault you never got a real childhood.

For years you accepted that this is normal. The screaming, the violence and the degrading words became a part of growing up. You were a kid but not clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t have done all of this. And yet all of them tried so hard to make you shut up and believe it’s what you deserved.

Luckily what happened did not entirely break you. No, you grew into someone who fought for herself since no one ever did that.

Of course you hoped she might realize her mistakes, apologize and change but nothings new with her. She’s great at pretending to be a better person to the outside world, than she is in reality, behind closed doors the mask unveils an ugly woman. A narcissistic self absorbed monster that took all your joy away.

It’s pathetic considering how much she always talks about getting abused by her own father but instead of breaking the cycle she doubled down on it. Going as far as using that as an excuse for what she did to her own child.

She only kinda stopped the abuse once you no longer were a small child. Now that you could fight back she did not corner you anymore.

But just because she couldn’t hit you anymore doesn’t mean the picking on you stopped, no, it was her mission to rid you of the last remaining confidence and self love.

In each screaming match she tried so hard to gaslight you into believing you were crazy for feeling offended by her disgusting behavior.

One time you asked why she hit you as a little kid and the answer left you completely blown away. She expressed that you cried so much, and did it to provoke her. What else could she have possibly done other than raise her hand?

Or another time she refused to acknowledge that she hit you at all but a second later told you that perhaps if she would’ve done worse you would’ve turned out better.

At some point you stopped calling her Mom and only went with her name. You knew that it must hurt but did she really deserve that title after everything she did?

Now at 21 years old the relationship is just as rocky, not much has changed.

Your mom has basically zero friends, she’s a bitch of course no one would want to be too close, well except for Joel…..Joel Miller that somehow was her friend.

Perhaps only since they have known each other since High School, he might have felt some kind of obligation towards her due to that. She told you once that Joel was the boy every girl had a crush on with his whole guitar playing thing they all swooned over him.

Even now all those years later Joel was a beautiful specimen, tall, broad shoulders, huge hands, strong arms you’d like to be enveloped by, tanned freckled skin, a cute butt, gorgeous brown curls with slightly gray streaks showing his age, big brown eyes, a prominent nose and soft pillow like lips.

You understand why your Mom had a crush on him, any woman would bend over for him if he’d say so. She thought it was not too noticeable but unlike Joel you caught it immediately.

She made you the reason for her life being so shitty but now after years of torment you saw a chance at really giving her a reason to hate you. Maybe something is wrong with you for liking the idea of breaking her heart so much but you honestly couldn’t care less. The one you felt sorry for most was probably Joel; he would be the pawn in your deranged game without knowing.

As it turns out though Joel is not as innocent as expected, the more you tried to get closer the more you realized he might be easier to seduce than originally anticipated.

You started with small things like hugging him a bit longer than normally so he could feel you perky full tits squished against his chest. Touching his arms and squeezing them but not too much as if to draw attention to it. And from his reactions, he did not seem to mind.

You were not worried about your mother, she never was the most alert to begin with.

When Joel came over for a barbecue you used the time alone with him in the garden while your mother was in the kitchen preparing god knows what to impress him.

Joel and you had some interesting conversations.

“Soooo you work in contracting, right?” You asked him sweetly. Joel chuckled “Yeah sweetheart, I do. But ya know tha’ already, so why ask?” You played it off as much as you could “Just making sure you didn't decide to switch career paths in the time I haven’t seen you…” you look up at him through your lashes, cheekily biting your lip. Joel of course fell into the trap, his eyes going down to your plush lips in mere seconds. Got ya you dirty old men.

You stepped closer until you two were only a couple inches apart. His chest almost touched yours. In this position you really had to Crane your neck up to keep eye contact consistent.

“What are ya doing Baby,huh?” Joel tilted his head slightly down towards your face. You just giggled at him “Nothin Joel, just…” with that you put your hands on his wide chest ruining them down over his enticing slightly protruding belly. “I know you stare at my ass alllllll the time. I also know you like it when I walk close by you and graze you with my tits. My little skimpy outfits turn you on as well don’t they,huh Joel?” You smirk at him.

You can see how he clenches his jaw…ohhh yes you got him figured out.

He hisses low and menacing at you “You are a little slut ain’t ya, baby. Groping a man over double your age. Teasin me with those sugar tits and that tight lil ass….”

You can see his pupils dilate till his eyes look close to being completely blacked out. You muse “Yeah I’m a whore but you like that don’t you?” With that you cup his hard cock over his shorts he decided to wear today.

He gasps and immediately grips your wrist to yank those devilish hands away from his throbbing length. Especially when he hears your mother’s voice calling out from inside the house.

He backs off and tries to catch his breath as well as calm his raging hard on down to an unnoticeable minimum. Before he leaves to figure out what she called for he turns to you and lifts an accusing finger towards you.

“We ain’t done baby, ya gonna make it up to me for teasin and leavin me all high and dry, mkay?” He tilts his head almost to intimidate you but to no avail you’re just a massive brat “Hmmm sure Joeliii but i think your underwear is anything but dry.” You giggle and continue “Probably full of pre cum am I right,huh?”

Joel can’t believe what he’s gotten himself into and just shakes his head while turning to the house.

Somehow he made it through the barbecue without your mother noticing any tension between Joel and you. Stupid of her but good for you.

In the weeks after that afternoon you and him kept secretly meeting up. Most of the time at his house or he’d pick you up with his truck to drive you somewhere where he could have you without any distractions, of course when your mom wasn’t home. She might be stupid but even to her it would be weird why you suddenly start taking trips with Joel and she should not be suspicious.

Also during the talks with Joel that happened when taking a break between fucking it was once again made clear that he for whatever reason had not an ounce of knowledge about your mom’s crush.

The plan for how the reveal should go was set in motion. Your mom was driving out to one of those weird grocery stores that sold the health powders she drowned herself in, in hopes of making her more pretty from the inside out but to no avail the rot can’t be reversed.

You knew how long that would take her, it gave you enough time to fuck Joel in her favorite spot on the couch. Yeah petty and perhaps childish but you don’t care make her remember how you defiled her lovely couch with the man she was in love with.

Joel showed up 10 minutes after she drove off. You barely got the door closed behind him before he pounced on you. It’s been a few weeks since you fucked him last, you wanted him to be desperate for it so he’ll might be more focused on pounding you then notice that your mother is returning.

He immediately slotted his lips over yours, his hands grabbing at your hips with urgency.

You spin with him attached to your lips so you can guide him where you want him, on the couch. His breathing is already elevated and by the significantly evident bulge he’s massively turned on. Good, the less rational thinking the better.

While you push him towards the couch his lips slip down your jaw and land on your throat kissing and sucking all over. Between those kisses he huffs “Babyyy - I’ve - missed - ya so - much…” you just hum as an answer and when the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch he’s forced to unlatch from you.

He falls back, his head hitting the soft pillows so he’s only slightly elevated. You wink at him “yeah I bet you have and most of all He has missed me huh? Looks almost painful, did you not touch yourself in meantime?”

He sounds a bit whiny in his response “No Baby haven’t touched myself, saved it all for ya greedy little pussy.” Even when you think to have the upper hand he reminds you how different it actually is. “Come on baby, why don’t ya take of that lil skirt an’ take seat on my lap.” While grabbing at his crotch.

Your mouth is watering but there’s no time today to get your mouth on him like you usually love to. At his dirty words you can feel some wetness gush from your pulsing cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. As requested you slip your flowy skirt down your legs.

Joel let's out a gasp „No panties baby? Ya naughty little slut.“ he chuckles and you retort „Don’t need them if I’m with you, so why make it harder than it needs to be?“ at that Joel can only nod.

„Come here Sweet Moon Love.“ he demands.

You get on your hands and knees between his spread legs that lay on the couch. Slowly crawling towards him teasing him with your tits that are almost spilling out of your skimpy tank top.

When you finally sit down on his jeans-covered cock he lets out a sound of relief. Your knees on either side of his hips and his hands immediately find home on your hips and ass, kneading and caressing the skin there.

„Fuck Moon ya turn me on so much take of that goddamn top and show me those sweet sugar tits.“

So you do, slipping it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you. He’s not surprised by the lack of a bra. He knows you hate wearing them and if he’s honest he loves that a lot, easier access and all.

Joel’s hands go from your hips up to the tits he loves so much. Carefully touching them, his warm hands and the wonderful feeling making it unable not to moan. Swiping his calloused fingers over your nipples, twisting them with determination causing you to keen.

You start arching your back towards his groping hands. His administrations cause the pull in your lower stomach to Continuously get stronger. You are convinced his jeans are covered in your juices and without realizing you’ve started to rub your bare pussy over his bulge with vigor.

„Joel enough I need you inside me, now!“ You don’t even wait for a response, lifting your hips and loosening his belt and unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans. With his help you drag his pants down but only so much that you are able to pull his throbbing cock out of the confines that are his blue boxers and you can see a huge dark spot where pre cum leaked, making you look at Joel chuckling „You really want it huh? Daddy” with a sweet lilt that makes his dick Twitch in your hands.

He just groans “Baby Moon if ya don’t sit down on my cock right now I’ll do it myself and I won’t give ya time to adjust.” He threatens but it really only turns you on more.

You peer up at the clock and see that you only have about 15 minutes left.

You take your original position and when his warm length slips through your moist folds his pre cum mixing with your own juices to create an addicting squelching sound.

At this point the dark hair nestling at the base of his cock and his happy trail are completely soaked.

“Gosh, Sweetheart she’s gushing all over me, put it in. She wants my cock don’t keep her waitin” you love when he talks in this way about your cunt, makes you wetter if that’s even possible.

You lift up a bit again and take hold of his length with one hand, the other on his chest to stabilize yourself. Dragging his leaking head through your glossy folds before lining him up with your gushing opening. You take one deep inhale cuz you know it’ll be a stretch even with how often you've done this.

Before sinking down on him you look at him there’s guilt somewhere deep in your conscience but you shake your head, you ain’t backing out now.

You slowly start to sink down when Joel decides it’s not quick enough so he grips your hips and in one swift fast motion sheets his huge dick inside your tight cunt.

“Ahhh..-ah J-Joel what the fuck” you hiss slapping his chest hard for being so impatient.

He huffs “Sorry Baby but Daddy has waited long enough for Her, just shush.” He actually has the audacity to shush you.

You get used to the feeling of being so filled to the brim and slide back & forth for a moment.

Then you put your feet down flat on the couch and grip the headrest behind him before starting to fuck him in earnest. Up and down at first slowly but steadily you get quicker and harder. Joel can’t even speak unless you count his obnoxiously loud moaning and growling.

“Yeah how you like that old man, hmm Daddy you're all quiet this pussy shut you up good, huh?” You wonder and out of nowhere one of Joel’s big hands grips your throat making you slow your movements to a minimum. He pulls your face toward his and grunts “Baby Moon ya need to be put in your place, ya bratty ass is treading on some mighty thin ice.”

He gives you one hard peck and then shoves your face in his neck. You don’t complain, you love when he’s so rough with you and his musky masculine smell is your favorite.

Joel pulls his legs up and plants his feet on the couch just like you did and then he starts to relentlessly push up into you at an alarming speed so hard that if it weren’t for the arm pinning you to his chest you’d fall off.

“Jo-Joel….Joel it’s so good ah…don’t stop” you babble in his ear and opposite to his harsh pounding he soothes “Shhh Baby I know, I know it’s so much for ya and Her. But listen to how much she’s enjoying it.”

And he’s right besides the obscene “plap, plap, plap” of skin hitting skin you can hear the wet squelching from the place you're both connected. “I’m close baby, where?” He asks while slipping a hand between your bodies to touch your neglected clit and immediately your whiny moans get even louder “I-in…inside Daddy. Pleaseee cum inside me.”

You beg and he loves that “Hmm yeah, ya wanna be filled up Baby?” He questions “God yes Daddy fill me up, please pleasee” you want nothing more than to feel him spill inside of you.

Seems that when Joel told you he was kinda deaf in his right ear it wasn’t a lie or maybe the plan of making him so desperate to fuck you that he won’t hear the door unlocking worked out.

But you can hear the slight clicking and the closing of the door. Unlike what you expect she does not start screaming, no, she’s eerily quiet. Perhaps it’s due to not having realized who exactly you're screwing as if there’s no tomorrow or simple shock.

Joel under you seems to have reached his end and without any preamble he starts shooting his warm cum deep inside your tight hole. The warm sensation combined with his unrelenting rubbing your clit pushes you over the finish line too. With that you pull up from his neck and drag him up as well, crossing your arms around his neck and kissing him.

You know she is right there at the threshold, you don’t care and to rub it in even more you say “Thank you Daddy, I love you.” And as if he knows his role Joel answers “I love you too little Moon.”

And that might have been the final straw, she speaks up and it flips out into incoherent screaming. Joel is immediately startled; he lightly pushes you off, quickly tugging himself back into his jeans and getting up to explain. You however get up slowly and put your top and skirt back on.

With the lack of panties you can feel his spend leaking out of you and you’re sure there’s very evident stains on Joel’s jeans that your mother must see.

The back and forth they must be having doesn’t even register to you. The blissful buzzing from the orgasm and the satisfaction of having succeeded in hurting her are making you all dozzy.

But then she comes charging at you screaming in your face “You’re smiling, you think this is funny??? I knew you were a bitch who only ruins everything, you are a worthless piece of shit a absolute waste of space” she’s so hysterical but you don’t care, it’s good she’s showing her true colors for Joel to see.

She continues “You are disgraceful and shameful for the entire family. I want you out of the house now. You are dead to me.” She probably thinks those words could hurt but it’s nothing compared to all the horrible things she did in the past. You just smirk at her nodding which infuriates her more than any comeback could.

With that you slip past her, Joel looks completely stunned by what just unfolded before his eyes. You don’t acknowledge him much, quickly skipping up the stairs,entering your room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with the most important items. Then shuffling out of your room locking it behind you. You heave the suitcase down the stairs, no sign of Joel all you can hear is her crying in the living room, it amuses you, not an ounce of sympathy left for her. You don’t bother saying bye just open the front door and out you are.

The surprise is waiting in front of the house, Joel, he didn’t leave but instead waited for you.

He looks at you “Did it mean anything to you at all, or was it just a big joke?” He doesn’t look hurt, just confused. You close the distance between him and you “I wish it wouldn’t but it’s not possible to not feel anything, look at you Joel you’re a so beautiful so caring of course I fell for you.” He nods and takes your suitcase out of your hand. “Wh..what are you doing ?” You question “I’m taking ya home Moon, think I’d let you run around these streets? Get in the car” he urges.

And you do, when he drives off you don’t look back once.

Npt: @joelmillerisapunk @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelslegalwhre @thundermartini @studioghibelli @sizzlingcloudmentality @vivian-pascal @strang3lov3 @xdaddysprincessxx @mountainsandmayhem @mrsmando @joelsgreys @janaispunk @sizzlingcloudmentality @the-mandawhor1an @clawdee @penvisions 🩶

Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI, thank you 🙏🏻

[prettypinkprincessa]

Hiii!! This is just a little drabble I’ve been thinking about alllllll day sooooo yeah😋

“Yeah that’ll be 70 dollars man” Rafe said as he did business with his friends. He’s been selling shit for about 3 hours and he told you to stay upstairs but you’re getting hungry and the kitchen is downstairs. You decided to go down anyway. I mean what’s the worse that could happen? As you walked down you realized that the shorts you were wearing were a bit too short. You brushed it off thinking there wouldn’t be much men down there. Maybe just Barry and some other dudes.

“Rafey?” You call for him softly. He stops talking and turns around. To where he’s met with the sight of you. Tiny shorts that barely covered your ass and a white tee-shirt that embraced your nipples.

You peaked around him and saw the group of men staring right back at you. “Hi!” You said cheerfully, smiling as you turned your attention back towards Rafe. They all gnawed at your pureness. Such a cute little thing. They thought to themselves.

“Im hungry” you tell him as you look up to him with doe eyes. He sighs deeply. “Wait a second fellas I have…” he looks you up and down, “something to deal with.” He walks away dragging you to the kitchen and lifts you on the counter. “What the fuck are you doing?” His voice is low and husky and he looks straight into your eyes. An irritated glint in his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him. “What do you mean?” Your voice is soft and quiet and he can hear how you’re getting self conscious. He throws his head back looking around to check if anyone is near. He turns back to you and grabs your thighs. Pulling you in. He slams his lips on yours sloppily. Squeezing the meat of your sweet thighs. He slides his head down and starts to roughly suck on your neck. “R-rafeee” you whine. Attempting to close your legs together to stop that insufferable pounding, but his body blocks your pathetic attempt. He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. “Go change.” He demands. He lifts you up and places you right back down on the ground and your little ass gets straight back up to that closet to change.

He chuckles lightly at your immediate obedience and begans to cook something up for you.

[rhiannonsknife]

Okay this might be long I apologise. But I’ve been really into tattoos lately, like both getting them myself but also designing and doing it on other people

sooooo, I was thinking a Nat(?) x tattooist!reader. Like maybe they were together before the crash and r was one of the first/only person who visited her after they came back

and I’m thinking like a few years later, early twenties maybe. They’re in r’s apartment, Nat pretty much lives there too. And one night they drink a little or something, and Nat asks r to tattoo her

I’m not sure what but maybe something silly like a couples tattoo or something. Maybe a sentence in r’s handwriting?

I don’t know I think it could be cute

I’m not sure which emojis are already used cause your anon list is so big now. Maybe 🦢 if it’s not taken?

── IS IT SHOWING OFF MY BRAND NEW LOWER BACK TATTOO?

— warnings: post-rescue nat. smoking. some slightly suggestive content. friends to lovers. i changed up the lore of your request a little, i hope you don’t mind 🦢 anon!

it’s late again; past midnight, probably. you stopped checking the clock ages ago, at least when nat is around. time doesn’t quite stop, it loses shape, becomes irrelevant in her presence.

the two of you are camped on the hardwood floor of your apartment, backs leaning against the couch, legs outstretched and toes brushing beneath a shared blanket that neither of you bothered pulling over your laps. the windows are cracked open, letting in just enough of the summer night air to keep the smoke from hanging too heavy in the room.

nat takes the joint from your fingers. “this is…a solid six,” she mutters after a long drag, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. “maybe a seven”

you raise a brow. “six?”

“still tastes like the shit you used to roll in high school,” she passes it back, fingers brushing yours.

you snort, tapping ash into a chipped mug. “you loved that shit in high school!”

“i loved you in high school. different bar.” nat elbows you, glancing up from beneath the messy fringe of her newly-bleached bangs.

her roots are already creeping back, the blonde a little too bright and yellow still. a few weeks ago, nat showed up on your doorstep with a box of bleach and zero instructions, told you to “fix it” and you’d spent the better part of the evening in your bathroom, gloves on, both of you giggling like teenagers again.

it felt familiar, standing behind her in that tiny space, rinsing bleach from her hair while she blinked up at you in the mirror. it felt like before: before the crash and the funerals. before the grief of thinking you had lost her found a permanent home between your ribs for 19 whole months.

“you’re such a little shit,” you mutter, handing her the joint.

“mhm,” she hums, leaning against the couch. “you’re just mad i have taste now.”

now.

now things are almost like they used to be, a soft return to old habit. anything that happened before the crash is some long forgotten, locked-up chapter that you still think about frequently but wouldn’t dare to bring up. nat has got enough on her trauma loaded plate and you’ve always assumed dragging pre-incident memories into the light wouldn’t help.

so, your memories stay buried: the party. the spin-the-bottle. the kiss and how nat touched you as if she might have done it sober, too.

“y’know,” she says. “i think i like it here.”

you glance at her sideways. “in my crumbling one-bedroom?”

nat exhales, flicking more ash into the same mug. “yeah. kinda feels like home.”

hearing those words from her catches you off guard. for months, no, years now, you’ve been trying to be that for her; somewhere, steady, somewhere safe. and even though you never said it out loud, you’d always wanted her to feel like she could land here, with you. you just never thought she actually did.

your fingers brushing nat’s once more when you reach for the joint again and bring it to your mouth. then, so casually it almost doesn’t register, she says: “do you still have your tattoo kit?”

your head turns. “…yeah?”

her eyes are still trained on the ceiling and the drifting smoke. “you ever think about giving me one?”

“you mean like…right now?”

her shoulders rise in a shrug. “why not?”

“are you high?”

“little bit.”

“you’re gonna regret that.”

“only if you fuck it up.”

you laugh, shaking your head.

“c’mon!” nat says, nudging your foot beneath the blanket.

you roll your eyes, standing. “alright. let’s do this before you change your mind.”

the tattoo kit is tucked beneath the bathroom sink, zippered into a worn black pouch. you carry it into the living room, where nat has already pulled off her top and tossed it over the back of a chair.

the sight of her topless doesn’t usually send you reeling. you’ve seen nat shirtless countless times: hot mornings, locker rooms, sleepovers back in high school when she’d sneak through your bedroom window at 2 am because she couldn’t sleep at her place…still, it feels different now.

perhaps it’s the haze, or the fact that she’s already turning, back bared and ready for you to tattoo it.

or maybe it’s just that you remember. not just the party. not just the kiss. not just the press of her lips on yours, the feeling of her hand at your waist.

everything after: the slow way she returned, piece by piece, to this version of herself. to you.

nineteen months, you thought you’d lost your best friend. now she’s here again, more than she was before, and somehow nothing has been said about what has shifted between you.

you notice it. you collect it. tiny details you never paid attention to back then now bloom in your memory like smoke rings still curling towards your ceiling: the brush of her hand when she reached for the bleach. the flash of silver at her chest, twin barbells glinting in the bathroom light as you tried not to stare. her scent when she crawls into bed with you. the taste of her spit on the joint before you bring it to your lips.

you’re building a whole archive of her, just in case.

nat already has tattoos: there’s a jagged line of symbols on her forearm, another piece stitched over her ribs that she once said “just felt right” and one bigger tattoo spanning her upper thigh you’ve never seen fully, though you’ve caught glimpses when she pads around your apartment in her underwear. then, there’s that dumb one on the inside of her lip, the “bite me” scrawled from a night out and a bet you should’ve known she’d win.

“where?” you ask, crouching beside her.

nat doesn’t turn around, only lifts a hand and taps the space between her shoulder blades. “here”

you nod, clicking open the case. “and what am i putting on you?”

“surprise me.”

“nat…”

“something small,” she says helpfully. “nothing stupid! just…i don’t know! something that feels like yours.”

so you snap on the gloves and try to steady your hands. it’s not the work itself that’s hard, it’s the trust nat puts in you to leave a permanent mark on her.

you focus on the familiar movement, sketching it lightly onto the skin of her back with fingers that won’t stop trembling, no matter how steady you try to make them. mercifully, or too high to notice, nat doesn’t ask what it is.

“you’re quiet,” she points out, her head tilted to the side as she smokes the last bit of the joint. “should i be worried?”

“no,” you murmur. “just trying not to fuck up.”

even with her back turned to you, you hear the smile in her voice. “you won’t. you’re good with your hands.”

you pause, needle hovering an inch above skin, suddenly not breathing. she doesn’t turn around, only takes another slow drag and exhales, smoke rising above her head.

“okay,” you say. “you’re gonna feel a little-”

“stabbing,” nat finishes. this time she does turn, lips twitching. “yeah. i remember.”

“then relax.”

the machine buzzes to life and you begin, the needle breaking skin in short, precise strokes. with one palm pressing against her skin to keep her in position, and your legs bracket hers where she’s sitting (still half-naked), you’re impossibly close to her.

you try not to think about the proximity as you work. not about the piercings, a flash of silver when her shirt rides up, or how your knuckles keep brushing the soft skin just beside them. not about the fact that she sleeps in your bed now, half the week, limbs tangled in your sheets. sometimes she wears a shirt. sometimes she doesn’t. and whether she notices the way you notice or just doesn’t care, you’ve never found the nerve to ask.

to keep the memories at bay, you try focusing on other things instead: the shimmer of sweat at the nape of nat’s neck, the faint freckles scattered across her spine.

even that backfires.

now all your brain can do is wonder what would happen if you leaned in and kissed her right there, soothing the stinging sensation of the needle.

you don’t, of course.

you finish the linework, wipe down the ink and wrap the fresh tattoo, smooth and professional, as if your hands haven’t been shaking since you first touched nat’s skin.

this is where you should step back, say it’s done and offer her the mirror. let her go.

your hand lingers, though, on skin still warm to the touch.

without thinking, you lean forward and press a kiss above the tattoo.

nat shudders.

her breath catches and doesn’t settle again. the pain’s over, the needle quiet, and you’ve barely touched her at all. still her body is reacting.

at first, she doesn’t move or speak: she just sits there, back turned to you, as if movement could ruin this.

when she does shift, it’s silent, afraid to break whatever is holding your moment suspended. nat’s eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up again, seeing if you’ll look away.

you meet her gaze and hold it, your heart hammering somewhere deep in your chest. her hand lifts, fingertips brushing against the hem of your shirt.

still, you hesitate. still, she waits.

it’s unbearable, that tiny space between you, so close her breath is warming your cheek, waiting for you to move.

and then, finally, gravity wins out over whatever instinct has been trying to keep you apart and you kiss her. it’s nothing like the party, not clumsy and drunk or full of laughter: this is months of restraint unraveling in an instant.

her lips are dry from smoke, soft despite it and her hands come up, curling into the fabric of your shirt (unlike nat, you are wearing one still).

you tilt into her, heat flashing beneath your skin.

her knees part to make room for you between them and the kiss deepens. her fingers slip to the back of your neck, thumb brushing along your jaw, and shivers run through your entire body.

nat makes a soft sound and pulls you closer, as if that single reaction was all she needed. you taste weed on her tongue. salt. her.

you taste her.

“fuck,” nat whispers, her tongue slipping past your lips before you can come up with anything to say in return.

she leans in again, kissing you harder now. following the pull of her body as she leans into you, you shift until there’s nowhere else for her to go but back; her spine arching, pressed flush to the cushions, your weight settling over her.

her hands slide up, trailing over your jaw, your neck, pulling you closer.

then nat tenses. her breath catches sharply and a pained sound leaves her. “shit,” she gasps, jerking back with a wince. “fuck- fuck!”

you pull away instantly, heart hammering. “what? did i-”

“back,” she winces, reaching a hand around to hover near the fresh wrap. “just- bad angle. forgot about the tattoo.”

you chuckle, collapsing beside her.

nat groans, draping an arm over her face. “you had to stab me and seduce me? fucking cruel!”

“seduce?” you echo. “who says anything about seducing you?”

she peeks at you from under her arm, deadpan. “you kissed my spine!”

“you asked for something that felt like mine!”

that shuts her up. her mouth opens like she might say protest, but no words come out.

“…so,” she does say eventually. “what if i wanted another one?”

you glance at her, the corners of your mouth twitching. “we’ll see how this one heals”

nat hums at that before she pushes herself upright and shifts closer, knees pressing into the couch as she climbs into your lap. grinning now, nat tucks her hair behind her ear, eyes never leaving yours. “i wasn’t talking about the tattoo,” she says.

— a/n: needless to say i don’t know shit about tattooing! i tried to write it in a way that leaves the design/motive up to your imagination, so this probably isn’t the most accurate portrayal, sorry in advance to any real tattoo artists out there! 😭

[elsblunt]

because i believe in tribbing supremacy what if ellie asked you 2.. bounce on her clit?? cause like. ellie asking me to bounce on her strap? hot. but grinding rough enough and correctly enough to make it seem like ur bouncing on her clit?? nggh... would get so pussydrunk and sloppy with her words, eyes rolling back to read the entire savage starlight series stamped in the back of her head.

oh my god ur literally too good???? im not the best at visualizing so shoot me if i write this wrong.

ellie’s back fell against the mattress, auburn hair sprawling out over the pillow. she had been needy all day. hands everywhere, the inside of ur thigh, ur hip, the small of ur back. her lips also everywhere, ur neck, cheeks, lips, shoulders, head. u could tell she wanted it, and she wanted it bad.

”touchin’ me in front of all those people…? god, ellie… so fucking needy.” u dip ur head down and suck on her neck, a gasp emerging from her throat. biting and licking the soft skin, moving ur mouth lower on her body, teeth catching her tits.

that was her sensitive spot, those soft perky tits. ur teeth latched on to the nipple, swirling ur tongue around the pink skin, hand kneading the other breast. ellie biting back a moan of pleasure. “oh, fuck..” u left a mark on her tit before moving to the next one, making sure to leave another small mark, just to remind her in the morning.

u lifted back up ur face, peeling off her boxers with ur manicured nails, the ones she paid for of course. a string of arousal stuck to the fabric, a proud smile growing on ur lips. then u slipped off the tiny black laced thong from ur legs, the amount of fabric was small, close to being a thread.

ellie’s breath hitches when u put ur hands behind ur back, fiddling with the clasp of ur bra before it releases, a tiny sigh falling from ur lips when u throw the bra somewhere in the room. her hands instantly fly up to ur tits, kneading and sucking on them when she sits up, softly moaning. “s-sooooo fuckin’ hot..” she slurs with her words before falling back onto the mattress, fingertips grazing ur waist.

then u shift slightly, feeling ur pussy graze against her clit. sure, she loved when u bounced on her strap and the harness grazed against her, or when u guys rubbed clits yk, but this felt so good. and u looked so fucking good.

“b-bounce on it….?”

u furrowed ur brows at ur girlfriend, not truly understanding what she wanted. she sounded unsure herself. “what’s that, ellie?” a questioning smile formed on ur lips as u tilted ur head.

“ple-please, baby— nghh… bounce on m-my clit, please…” ellie pouted, feeling slightly embarrassed by her question. u grinned, rolling ur hips on her skin softly. “like that?”

ellie’s green eyes were dark and full of lust, back arching ever so slightly and small groans bubbling from her throat when u grind and bounce ur wetness on her clit. “ohmy— fuck yes, ju-jus like that.”

u chuckled and continued to grind down on her, the girls back arching and eyes rolling to the back of her head, broken moans and whimpers slipping from her lips. “sh-shit bab…… sooo fuhckin’ goo…d!” u started to feel the sensation from this too, now bouncing slightly on her clit while roughly rubbing urself onto her.

it pulled on her clit perfectly, she was babbling some random words u couldn’t even make out. she pictured u jumping on her dick, tits bouncing with ur head thrown back while u moaned.

”fuhhhhck! god da-damn, shiiiii….” ellie was embarrassed on how close she was, knot building up in her stomach just from this little action. she guided ur movements by grabbing ur hips and making u grind deeply on her, bouncing u aggressively on her clit. “fuck, ellie!” u whimpered from the unexpected guidance.

she bit down on her lip, eyes rolling to the back of her head, she could probably see all those fucking dad jokes back there. ellie’s body trembled slightly as her back arched. “shitshitshit! didn—didn’t expect it to feel this fuhckin’ goo-good…! oh my goddddd.. keep goin’ pleasepleaseplease..” u never planned on stopping. ellie’s whimpers and pornographic like moans making u even more eager.

u realized the familiar twitching and trembling in her body. “gon’ cum, els?” u moan breathlessly, continuing to bounce and grind on her pussy when one of her hands leave ur hips and grip onto the sheets beneath her. “yesyesyes! gonna—gh!”

“cmon, cum with me baby, fuck!” u yell out, head falling back. “i’m-shiiiittttt…. cu— fuhckin’ —cummin’! sogoodohmygo-!”

ur girlfriends green eyes roll back to her head, back arching off the bed as her lower stomach and clit twitches with pleasure as she babbles and lets out broken cries. did it even feel that good? or was she just so drunk on ur pussy that it made the sensation 20x better. u came just at the same time, ur own cum dripping down onto her folds.

“my god ellie…” u breathlessly speak, watching her come down from her orgasm, back falling against the sheets, hand covering her face as she breathes heavily.

“i have the best ideas, huh?”

this was rushed and u can tell but i tried!!💋💋

[r0sy-maple-m0th]

♕ EAH x Nevermore ♕

5/11 revealed! <- PREVIOUS || ༺☆༻ || NEXT ->

sorry this was posted a lil later than usual! between the new ep being released + my friend venting to me (no worries theyre doing better now;D) i was falling a tad behind schedule haha

montyy!! everyones favorite (or least favorite) resident asshole!

admittedly he was supposed to be posted tmrw since if u havent seen the og post where i list their eah counterparts he wouldve been the least expected to round off the wonderland trio BUT i needed more time with the one i was originally gonna post today ;p

so here he is!! i think he is just SOOOOO very silly and i have already piled a shit ton of trauma ((stuff that weirdly works rly well in both nevermore and eah)) into his tiny little cranium hes not coming out of this emotionally unscathed, but hey, healing and becoming a better person is a tumultuous process✊

his quote is him being hella dry and sarcastic btw, i hope it reads that way, and if it didnt, i hope this context helps lmao. giving them quotes without something to actually pull quotes from is mad hard. ALSO YES I FORGOT THE PERIOD AT THE END OF HIS QUOTE, YES THERES A HIGH CHANCE YOU DIDNT NOTICE, BUT I NOTICED AS IM ABOUT TO POST THIS AND IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE LMFAO

coolest ppl around;; @itzkawaiiduh @cherie-soup @a-man-in-the-crowd @existentandexhausted

[pricegouge]

Gougie, I saw your little post about fairy!reader caught in a spiderweb and being found by Soap - and I didn't think I was in to microphilia but holy shit that one post sent me down a rabbit hole. Hot damn. Like.

I just wanna be a lil fairy, small enough for the boys to carry me around in their pockets when I'm sleepy.

Soap pries this cute lil fairy from the spiderweb but ooohh no it looks like a wing was broken in your struggle - those things are so delicate what a shame. And you look up at Soap all wide eyed, maybe a little teary bc ouchies, and he's like well he can just leave you there, flightless and injured.

Maybe there's a language barrier, so you don't really know exactly whats going on, BUT WHO CARES, this handsome human just saved you from a far worse fate than just a broken little wing. Freak matches freak, Soap wants to keep you bc your so small and sooooo cute sitting in the palm of his hand like that - and you don't want to leave! Not when this human is giving you all the attention in the world!

Basically never leave his side when he's not on a mission. If he is gone on a mission he leaves you with Kate to look after you and you are INCONSOLABLE. WHERE DID YOUR HUMAN GO?? BRING HIM BACK!!! THAT'S MY HUMAN!!!

When he comes home in one piece you get to pepper his face with tiny, sweet kisses. He can't help but laugh a little, its rather ticklish to have your little lips on his cheek. He makes sure to return the affection tho, picking you off his shoulder and cupping you gently in his palms, and then kissing you up and down. His kisses are downright smothering, but they still leave you giggling and flushed, hair a little disheveled, breathless and aching for more.

And then riding around on his shoulder while he's home from being deployed, watching every little thing he does, content to lean against his neck bc he's so warm and always conscious of you.

When he's doing paperwork you're basically a little fidget toy for him, which you are more than pleased with. He keeps you laying on your belly in his free hand, idly running his thumb up and down your back - free massage! And you just fall asleep all warm and soft until he's done. Sometimes he puts his thumb on your cute little ass and wiggles you around just for fun. Maybe if you've been well behaved and not a mischevious little shit, he'll let you grind on his finger until you're satisfied. Mumbling praise and sweet nothin's at you - you don't fully understand what he's saying, but you don't care, you love the sound of his voice and you know he's being sweet on you, and that's all you need to finish.

Ofc whatever mess you made, he can just lick clean, he has no objections there.

When he's relaxing on the couch, watching TV, you can just curl up on his chest - maybe he buttons down his shirt just enough so you can lay on his hairy chest, and keeps his hand cupped over your little body like a blanket. Feeds you bites from whatever candy or snack he has with him - he doesn't let you have any of his alcohol tho, last time he let you try a strong drink, you got drunk after just two or three sips of the stuff and you were cranky and hungover the whole next day. As lightweight as you are small.

So.... yeah.... I might just be into that shit now....

this was so unexpectedly fluffy my god :')

imagine being that small and trying to take care of him in kind. you want to help out where you can, return the favor as much as you're able because he's been so good to you, but it's so hard! chores are right out because everything is so big! and you're just a little thing :( but you can help with his person, usually. feeding him chunks of strawberries that make you sweat when you go to pick them up, breathless with effort and laughter when he snaps his teeth at you playfully. he's never taken care of his nails before you and it shows, but that's okay, you like knowing his fingers better than anyone - better even than him, probably, as you doubt he can see well enough to spot that thin, silvery thread of scar that covers his knuckle, the one you think he must've gotten when he was still young judging by how fully it's healed. you like to imagine what had caused it, almost prefer being unable to ask because this way, it could be anything. maybe he'd even gotten it while taking care of another scary spider!

and you're more than happy to help when he has... different needs.

most of the time he just likes watching you, gets himself off as you writhe on his palm or balanced precariously on the mountainous bulk of his thighs. he likes comparing you to himself when you're there, makes your face heat as he chuckles, seeing how you're barely taller than his cock. sometimes, he lubes himself up copiously and cradles you in his palm as he strokes himself, careful to let you do all the squeezing with your limbs wrapped tight around his shaft lest he accidentally crushed you. it's nice, feeling the strong pulse of his vein throbbing against your clit, your nipples catching on the ridge of his glans with every upstroke. it's better yet when he doesn't drag you along, though, lets you stay put with your mouth working against his cockhole, kissing it the way you've seen humans kiss each other, with your tongue darting in to steal quick tastes of his cum.

unfortunately, he tends to drench you when he does cum, the sticky fluid catching in your hair and blocking off your airflow until he wipes it off with a gentle thumb. he's always so sweet after though, you can't be mad at him - coos as he helps you wash it all off because he knows it's too thick for you to properly scrub. he always lets you sleep in the big bed after, something that usually gives him pause because he's so afraid of crushing you. but it seems he needs you close just as much as you need him after nights like this, even going so far as to button his shirt around you just to keep you warm and close.

[chessboredom]

Hello I saw your ancients as witches au and it’s only one post but I’m hooked. Please tell me about these creechurs and this world. I need to know

@atherflame-theconcubus

HEHEHEHE

This au literally just started with me thinking "Shamil hates the Witches... But what if PYUBA WAS RHE WITCH." so I could draw Shamil kissing his giant wife Pyuba, then everything will inevitably end in making another Ancient x Beast AU LOL.

I thought and wrote down (we're not allowed to use a phone in the classroom lol) a bunch of concepts. I don't think they make much sense but they're cool either way. I really just want the Wicth Ancients to kiss their tiny cookie soulmates. xD I'm also literally making half of this shit up on the spot. I'm letting the ideas flow, babey.

Witch designs aren't finalized yetttt.

Their Soul Jams are also attached to accessories and they're sooo cute.

The Beasts are really over powered and Shamil really HATED the Witches so much he learned their magic and a way to counter them.

The 5 Ancients already existed in this universe and they were one of the strongest remaining leaders and were willing to sacrifice themselves in order to stop the war. Then ascended in order to stop the Beasts.

This is also like the opposite of Cookie Run: Witch's Castle where the Witches were turned into cookies. The Ancients get turned into Witches with extremely strong magic spells and sooooo much life powder/essence. Even more powerful than the previous Wicthes due to their connection to the Soul Jams and Beast connection. They weren't "Heroes" because they defeated the Beasts in the form of Light.

Pov: You are the Beasts and you are fucked.

This is them in appearance of their Awakening transformations but they're just really concentrated magic (also over powered) to defeat the Beasts then they finally flew up and out of Earthbread to watch over the Cookie world.

As time passed, the mortal cookies forgot about Witches and started worshiping the 5 visages of light that saved the world. They really don't know about their Witch counterparts watching over them lol, but they do speak of said Lights that they're always protecting them.

And if anyone is gonna ask if they could turn into cookies, they can still turn back into cookies, but in a way the cookies are their souls and the Witch bodies are like their giant magical flesh mechs.