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[msogavt]

The cat is watching

The cat kept watch on a roof toward the bottom of Yanaka Ginza, a little neighborhood street of shops that for some reason has become a tourist destination. Actually, the cat is fake.

[groundupradio]

Diddy's Monumental Move: Publishing Rights Freed for Former Bad Boy Records Artists

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[slrmagazine]

Charlie Wilson, Babyface, K-Ci Hailey & El Debarge Join Forces For The Uncle Charlie’s R&B Cookout Tour, Presented By Live Nation Urban And P Music Group, Set To Heat Up The Summer.

[sabeg4l]

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[apixellife]

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[contradictory-equivalence]

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[wrasslinwetdreams]

NSFW Alphabet SHAWN MICHEALS HEADCANONS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shawn’s a cuddled. He’d never admit that shit out loud but he LOVES to be in your skin after sex. He wants to be under you and babied. Tell anyone and he’d deny it all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shawn’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He loves how much bigger they are compared to yours and he loves when you grab his hand when you’re nervous or scared.

His favorite body part of yours is your ass. It doesn’t matter how small it is or how big it is. Shawn is an ass man. He’s always smacking it when you walk down the gorilla with him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Shawn likes to come on you. Specifically on your face and tits. He doesn’t know if it’s some territorial thing or what but he loves to cum in your underwear and make you wear them out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shawn likes to spit in your mouth. He once was really amped after a match and caught dragged you into his locker room “Open up baby.” You open your mouth and feel his warm spit hit your tongue. “Swallow.” It’s more of a demand than anything.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced he’s older than you and has definitely had a many trips around the sun lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Shawn’s favorite position is doggy. He loves hitting it from behind then pulling you up for a sloppy kiss. Sometimes he makes you arch your back more and you can almost feel him In your tummy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Shawn is kinda goofy. More so during foreplay he’ll crack a shitty joke and chuckle in between pecks.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shawn is decently well groomed. He’s a pretty boy so he keeps up with his appearance. He grows a lot of hair there so he keeps it neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a lot softer during intimacy. He gives you sweet kisses and everything is so much more sensual.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot when you’re not around. He’s crazy about you so he’s not going touch another woman.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shawn has a brat taming kink. He lowkey loves it when you get an attitude because it gives him an excuse to remind you why you should be a good girl.

He has marking kink. He purposefully puts hickeys in visible spots so he can make sure everyone sees them

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to pull you into the broom closets backstage and fuck you against the wall “sssh if you get too loud somebody might hear you pretty.” Shawn would cover your mouth as he stroked deeper inside of you with a shit eating grin. He would let you walk out with a panty full of cum to his dressing room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear skimpy little ring outfits. Honestly he loves when you wear skimpy outfits no matter what. He likes for guys to know they can look but not touch. He likes when you tug on his hair something about just gets him going in all the right places.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not do anything to do with pee or poop.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Shawn likes to receive. He likes to see you gagging on his dick with tears running down your face. You’re such a pretty girl choking on him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Shawn rough and slow. He wants you to enjoy every damn moment with him but he just likes it a little rough it general. He can’t help himself. Seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips as he gives you agonizing slow strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Shawn is always up for a quickie even at the most inappropriate of times and you regularly have to tell him no you will not meet him the McDonalds bathroom. As Paul sits obliviously next to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Shawn is a risk taker he once convinced you to let him fuck with the curtains open in your hotel room. It was thrilling hoping nobody peered up and saw your tits squished against the glass as Shawn took you from behind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shawn can go two rounds sometimes 3. Mostly two though he has a lot of energy and you’re his favorite stress ball.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He once bought you vibrating panties and made you walk down the gorilla with him. It’s the only toy he uses on you and god does he use it at the most inconvenient times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease should be his middle fucking name. He’s always placing little kisses on your sweet spot. He’s rubbing your thigh under the table and feeling up your ass while taking pictures with fans.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shawn’s a vocal boy and you love it. The way he fists your hair as he lets out a throaty groan. How he lets out pretty moan when you suck the tip just right.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He once fucked you in Hunter’s locker room. You wouldn’t call it your finest hour. He thinks fondly on it lol.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Shawn has a pretty dick. It’s pretty thick with one vein going up the under side of it and flushed tip when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Shawn is always down to fuck. When he hurt his back he almost begged you with puppy dog eyes to ride him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately after. He’s a huge on cuddling even when you whine to try and get up and take a shower he’s not having it. He pulls you close mumbles something about tomorrow and passes out on your stomach.

[celestialspecial]

Man of the Hour

Tags: 18+, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Obviously smut, oral, p in v Author Notes: Back from the dead to give you my first Bucky fic (I only write for people who have alliterative B names /Ben Barnes/Bucky Barnes- we all have limits) Summary: Bucky hates fundraisers, but they are a reality for him now being a congressman. Thankfully he has you to make sure they're not all boring.

The city was an aglow tonight, the moon high overhead casting a silvery blanket over the pavement and all its inhabitants. Normally on a Friday night while everyone was going out and dancing or drinking until sun up you were used to staying in. 

The siren song of sweatpants, Chinese food and a few episodes of an old reliable sitcom to ease you off into slumber called to you. Stars overhead twinkled brilliantly and laughter from a passing crowd coated your unconventional evening. 

You tugged at the hem of the slinky red dress the saleswoman had talked you into. “Classy yet statement making”. She had insisted, helping zip you up as your hands skimmed over the front. Silky fabric that felt cool to the touch and covered enough of your legs and chest to be considered tasteful but a slight drop across your chest to skirt the line of danger. 

It was way out of your comfort zone and yet it spoke to you from the hanger the second she’d brought it in. Your reflection in the dressing room had stared back and you barely recognized her. She was elegant. Perfectly poised and gently coiffed. Not a strand of hair out of place. 

You supposed this was going to be more of your life now. Smiling and being amicable to a certain extent. Pristine to the best of your abilities. You wanted to jump out of your own skin at the thought of this going in for years. Decades maybe. 

A shiver danced across your shoulders at the thought, not helped by the cool breeze rustling the branches of a nearby tree as you rubbed at your arms, attempting to warm yourself briefly. The small baguette bag clutched tightly in your fist as you could see the building come into view. 

Large groups of other finely dressed people corralled inside. The soft noise of the street amped up another level as your heels clacked ever closer to the doormen watching and waiting for your arrival. The one man nodded at you as you gave him a small polite small.

The large ornate glass doors opening wide to let you pass. A million conversations bombarded you at once, as couples, and groups crowded around the elevators waiting for the telltale ding and to shove themselves in to capacity. 

You didn’t force yourself into the last ride and instead enjoyed the brief moment of silence as the doors closed. The polished golden mirroring back how you appeared. Truly looking the part, congressman’s girlfriend. Politics. The idea made your head hurt some days. 

But you loved him and he loved you and this is what partners did. Show up and support each other. Even if it meant your next few, or twenty, weekends consisted of fundraisers. Messy buns and cozy slippers would still be waiting for you whenever that time came around again. 

The elevator doors chimed open and you stepped inside, a perfectly manicured nail pressing the button for the penthouse floor. Your stomach lurched with the machinery as you felt yourself rising higher and higher. The street below you dropping far away and your eyes feeling like they were becoming level with the stars and moon overhead. 

Each floor lit up as you passed it and you took one last steadying breath before the chaos ensued. The doors opened and relieved the huge packed space. Elbow to elbow, it seemed to pulse with loud noise and voracious conversation.

Rhythmic music, people talking, glasses clanging, laughter. You rubbed softly at the center of your chest, hoping for the knot to lessen just a little. 

“There she is! We weren’t sure you were coming!” a gentle older man you’d met at a few previous fundraising events came forward. Your mind raced for what his name was, Carl? John? Surely, Thomas? Yeah Thomas. Maybe. 

“Oh you know, can’t keep me away.” You managed through a plastered smile on your face. The corners of your mouth already beginning to ache. Thomas, or John gave a warm laugh. 

“Well it’s very nice to see you again. Your man is in with the sharks right now. Might be best to give him a moment of reprieve.” You nodded before proceeding to push and squeeze through all the other guests at the event. 

Multiple conversations and pleasantries were exchanged around you as you edged further into the space. Until your eyes finally landed on him. Towering over everyone around him to an almost laughable extent. 

His dark brown hair, on the longer side but still trimmed neatly in all the right places. His blue eyes fixated on the man in front of him who appeared to be a little drunk, clearly telling a hilarious story. 

Congressman James Buchanan Barnes. 

He looked so damn fine in that custom-tailored suit, fabric stretched taut across his back and broad shoulders. Soft stubble beginning to reappear along his jaw despite having shaved recently for this occasion. 

He looked very far off from the man you’d grown accustomed to. Soft evenings at home, cuddling on the couch, drinking in each other’s company and laughing until your stomachs hurt. 

Here he looked professional. The man of the hour, rising above the circlet of people surrounding him. He exuded power here. The energy behind his expressions gave him away though. To you anyways.

He smiled but his lips were tight. He made eye contact but the light behind felt forced. He’d laugh alongside the others even though it felt weary. He looked tired and your throat tightened, wanting to jump in and rescue him for once. 

You started, walking towards him and in a swift moment he caught sight of the movement and your eyes locked. 

The icy blue of his eyes grew warm, the stiffness in his face melted away and the tense posture of his shoulders dropped and he smiled. Genuinely smiled at you. And it all felt worth it.

The dress, the lack of comfort food, the busy events and constant fundraisers he needed to attend. 

No matter how long you’d been with him seeing all his attention on you and how it lit up his entire face. It still made your stomach flip. Butterflies nestling in deep.  

Moving around the outskirts of the group before Bucky parted the few stragglers with a polite smile. 

“Is there a congressman here? I have a few grievances to air.” The corners of his eyes crinkled, hand warmly finding the small of your back, mouth dipping forward to capture your lips in a chaste kiss.

Keeping it brief for the optics around you two, but you’d be lying if it still didn’t send tingles down to your toes. 

“Is that so? Maybe I can be of assistance.” He played along, his nose grazing the shell of your ear, breathing deeply as your hair tickled against your jawline in the process. 

“Like for instance,” you held up your empty palms to him. “There isn’t a drink in either of my hands.” The smile that broke across his face made you giggle. Vibrant and full of an ease that was hidden not a moment ago. 

“Now that is something I can help with.” 

You let him lead you across the chaotic room, being stopped no less than three times by random men in suits or elegantly dressed fellow politicians. The room oozed exclusivity. 

Eventually the two of you reached the bar, bartenders rushing back and forth to accommodate all the drink orders coming in. Champagne bottles were popped, glasses of red wine stacked neatly for easy access. Lowball glasses glimmered with dark amber liquids. 

“One Rosé.” Bucky winked at you and you rose onto your toes to place a soft kiss to his cheek. “And an old fashioned for me.” He pulled out a simple black wallet from under his suit jacket and tossed a few bills into the tip jar off to the side. 

The one bartender noticed and nodded in gratitude, moving with ease to uncork a fresh bottle of rosé and poured a generous amount into a glass. Bucky slid the glass across the bar, gripping the stem as he moved it over to your waiting hand. 

“I was afraid this was a cash bar for a second.” He grinned, sharing a quick thanks to the bartender who handed him his drink next. 

“It’s been known to happen.”

“How tacky.” You couldn’t hide the cheeky grin you had on behind your glass. 

“Rich people sure can be cheap.” He took a long sip from his own glass. Drinking hard liquor wasn’t his usual thing, more content to be stationed on the couch with a beer. 

“Look at us being fancy.” You clinked your glass against his. “And you.” Raising the wine, a tad bit higher in front of him. “To my James, making the world a better place.” 

Your voice is soft, almost drowned out by the hundreds of conversations happening around you, but he heard it. Eyes softening, lids lowering as he lifted his hand to your chin. 

The cool metal of his fingertips brushing against your heated skin. His gaze lingering on yours just a moment too long to feel casual. 

Bucky stepped in closer, the press of his body nearly flush against yours, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane through all this,” he murmured, low and sincere.

Warmth bloomed across your cheeks, chest feeling suddenly tight and constricted but not out of anxiety. Out of need. A deep desire to no longer be packed in a room like sardines. 

You looked up at him, fingers lightly skimming the lapel of his jacket. “And how do I get repaid for such a vital public service?” you teased. He caught on quickly, seeing the mischief play across your eyes. 

You lifted your free hand up to twist the ends of a long brown lock that had escaped from behind his ear. The back of your fingernails scratching the side of his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, sucking in a steadying breath. 

“I think…we should leave.” He stated as your hand fell from his face to glide down, resting on his chest. Heart fluttering beneath your fingertips. 

You fingered the silken fabric of his tie, toying with it back and forth as you spoke softly to him.

“That’s not very professional of you, Congressman.” The corner of his mouth twitched. 

“I’ll blame it on Civic Fatigue.” A laugh bubbled in your chest at that. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing.” He leaned forward, lips ghosting along your temple.

“It is now,” he whispered, his voice husky. 

You could feel your resolve evaporate right there. Every inch of you was hyperaware of him, of the electricity that existed only in the slivers of quiet you got like this. His hand was still resting at the small of your back, but his thumb began tracing slow circles through the fabric.

“Did I mention how much I love this dress?”

“No, you didn’t.” A soft moan caught in the back of your throat as you felt the heat from him sinking into your skin through the thin fabric. 

“Sure you don’t want to sneak away?” 

“Maybe… no one will notice.” The way his hand dug a little harder into the flesh at your waist, knowing he’d gotten his way. 

You let him take your hand, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. He gave a few succinct nods, tight smiles—his usual performance. But you could feel the tension building in the space between your clasped hands.

“Congressman Barnes!” An older man and his very tipsy wife approached you both out of the crowd. You felt Bucky’s hand flex in yours, irritation at being stopped once again. 

“Senator Hudson.” He nodded at the woman to his side. “And Martha. How nice to see you both. I’m sorry but…”

“We were just talking about how excited we are for your upcoming initiatives!” The woman exclaimed, her words slurred. She went to take another gulp of her red wine when a chorus of laughter rang out behind you. 

A wave of mirth rolled forward and shoulders were bumped and wine was sloshed. Martha’s to be exact. Splashing against your chest and a few stray dots splattering against the white of Bucky’s button up. 

“Oh goodness!” Martha exclaimed “I am so sorry!” She hid her burgeoning laughter behind her now half empty wine glass. 

“If you’ll excuse us.” Bucky wrapped his arm behind you, pulling you both off to the side. Red wine dripped between your cleavage and soaked into the front of your dress. 

“Shit.” You flung your hands down, droplets scattering around your feet. 

“Ok first we clean up then we leave?” He asked already placing your drinks on the nearest bar top. You could only nod, your mouth twisting up in frustration and cheeks a little hot with embarrassment now. 

Navigating to the closest bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you and the noise from the party becoming muffled. You turned to the mirror examining the damage done. 

“So much for looking put together.” You blotted some toilet tissue on your clavicle, sopping up as much liquid as possible. 

“I think you look stunning.” Bucky paused behind you. You could feel him staring, feel the heat from his body as he hovered a breath away from your back. 

Your eyes met his in the mirror. Heat, smoldering in them. 

“Here.” He gestured to the tissue you’d been using, handing it over to him where he proceeded to dab at your shoulders, skimming along the inside of your arm where a stray rivulet of red wine had wandered. 

“It got everywhere.” You said in disgust, beginning to feel it start to dry, growing sticky against your skin. 

“Did it now?” Even here, in your soaked dress, surrounded by tons of people who felt more important than you, he somehow could still manage to fan that flame inside you. His voice deep, awakening the part of you that had fallen momentarily dormant with its unexpected wine shower. 

He stepped back, removing his suit jacket, hanging it on the hook near the door. Fingers grazing the lock to make sure it was secure. Pushing up his sleeves, you turned to watch the fabric slowly being rolled up to his elbows.  

How he could make such a small movement erotic was foreign to you. His metal arm shimmering in the soft bathroom lighting as he flexed his fingers, unconstrained by his shirt now.

“Where else are you wet?” He asked. The double meaning of that made you want to cross your legs, the marble sink cutting into your back as you leaned away to take him in. 

“Everywhere.” You bit your lip in anticipation as you watched the dam break behind his eyes. All signs of the poised and composed politician were gone. The man before you resembled more of an animal. A hungry one at that.

Then he was on you, mouths clashing together, hand fisting into your hair. Tangling in the loose tresses and tugging you closer. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue laving across yours, hot and a faint taste of whiskey on his lips. 

His hips ground into yours, hardness pressing against your thigh and you nearly melted in a pool to the floor. If his hands weren’t gripping you in place, it was a very real possibility. 

“Bucky-“ your breath caught in a gasp as his mouth moved to the soft skin of your neck, kissing a heated path down to the notch where your shoulder met it. 

“Mmmm.” Was all you got in response. Heat soaked in where his hand clutched to your back, and you were locked in place at your waist where his metal one rested. 

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, nails digging into the expensive marble. Then he dropped to his knees. One hand came up to loosen his tie, fingers tugging it free with a quick flick. Then undoing the top two buttons by his collar. 

The stiff white fabric gaping open enough for you to see his throat. Swear in your lust induced haze you could see the pulse in his neck speed up. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” He murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your knee. 

“Splashing wine on me?” Your tone was joking but the breathless nature of it gave you away. He knew it, could sense it even without you talking. 

“A means to an end.” 

He reached for a folded linen towel from the small counter and dabbed gently, reverently, at your thigh where a streak of red wine still lingered. But his fingers followed the cloth, bare, hot, wanting.

You felt your breath hitch, the cloth dropped to the floor forgotten, his mouth eagerly replacing it. Soft at first, the scratch of his stubble against your bare skin driving you wild as he moved upwards. 

Open mouthed now, tongue tracing every area of your thigh. Where the wine had touched you first, and places where it hadn’t. His palms held you steady as he worked his way up, slow, torturous devotion behind every movement.

Hands gliding up your legs pushing your dress higher and higher. Feeling the hot air escaping his mouth as he reached the apex of your thighs. 

“You always manage to do this to me.” Your eyes had fluttered shut, anticipation streaking through your body. “Distract me in the best way.” He propped your one leg over his shoulder. 

You wanted to say something. A clever remark, a thoughtful quip, something- anything. But your mind wasn’t focused on thinking, your body had taken over and your whole world shrunk down to this very bathroom and the feeling of wherever his body met yours. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, hips arching toward his mouth.

“Shh,” he grinned up at you, eyes dark and devilish. His metal hand snaked its way up your body and with a sudden tug you felt your underwear pop off at the seams, reduced to a useless bundle of lace. 

And then his mouth was on you. Ravenous. Tongue diving so deep your legs already shaking. Fingers gripping his hair, an ache in the center of your palms as you held on for dear life. 

You whimpered feeling his hands pull you forward, fully flush against his wicked mouth. He moaned into you, your head falling back at the vibration that sank into your core. 

“Oh god.” One hand still held tightly to his hair, the other scratching for purchase on the back of his shirt. 

Your back hit the cool mirror as you braced yourself, hips moving instinctively against his face. His grip on your thighs tightened—firm but possessive—and he groaned like he couldn't get enough. Every flick of his tongue, every hum of pleasure from his throat sent shocks through you. 

He devoured you.

He pulled back just long enough to murmur, voice wrecked and lips glistening, “You taste better than that wine ever could.” Before resuming his tortuous ministrations, your body wracked with pleasure, the tight coiling sensation in your belly growing stronger with each stroke. 

He knew your body like the back of his hand and when his lips finally sucked around the most sensitive part of you, thigh trembling against his shoulder you came undone. 

A high-pitched gasp escaped your lips as he finished you, your body turning molten and liquid beneath his grip. Blood rushed in your ears as you managed to take a shaky breath. 

He looked up at you, pupils blown wide, barely a ring of blue visible. Rising to his feet slowly, never removing his hands from your body, the bottom of your feet barely scraping the ground beneath them. 

“You’re shaking.” He whispered against your lips, mouth still wet with you. 

“I think you are too.” A tremor shifted through his body, his chest heaving under your hands. Your fingers crawling up the front of his shirt and making quick work of the buttons there. Before dropping to his belt, tugging at the loop and zipper. 

Both of you panting again, his pants dropping down, barely touching the floor before he had you turned around. Back pressed against his chest, palms braced against the bathroom sink. 

“I didn’t see this happening tonight.” You gulped in air as he kissed your neck, this time possessive and fierce. His muscled legs pressing into the back of your own.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad it is.” Hot breath fanned across your shoulder. “You okay?” He asked, palming himself over his boxers, desperate and hard. Your thighs clenched, hips pushing back into him. Dying for his touch again.

“Yes. I- I need you.” That was all it took, dropping his boxers with focused urgency, burying himself inside you in one smooth thrust. 

You gasped, bracing yourself against the counter as he sank in deep. The stretch was intense, perfect, everything. He stayed still for a beat, forehead against your shoulder, groaning as he adjusted to the heat of you.

“Fuck.” He hissed. “Feel so good, every fuckin’ time.”

Then he started to move, slowly. Deep grinding strokes, setting an even pace. You choked out a soft noise and his hand moved up to gently cover your mouth.

“Can’t let them in on our secret.” he murmured against your ear, rocking into you harder now. “Don’t want the whole damn party knowing what I’m doing to you.”

He picked up, moving faster, hips slapping against the curve of your ass. With each thrust, try as you might, a whimper would escape. A soft gasp, as his movements grew more frantic.

Fingers gripping you tightly right where he needed you. The sharp metal hand biting into your waist, knowing there’d be marks there when you were done.

Your eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, head falling back onto his shoulder as he drove into you faster, deeper. Blinking open lazily through the haze around you, seeing your forms moving in the mirror in front of you. Desperate. Hungry.

You moaned, walls fluttering tight around him. He swore into the side of your neck. Nose pressed into your hair.

“You feel so damn good. Gonna come so hard inside you if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“Bucky—” your voice broke on a whimper, pleasure building impossibly fast, molten and electric and right there. You were so close.

“Come for me darlin’ let me feel you fall apart.” His fingers reached between your legs with practiced ease, touching right where you needed him to. Then you shattered, back arching, mouth open, moaning louder than you intended as your orgasm tore through you.

He followed just moments later with a guttural moan, pressing so deep into you it felt like he’d never leave. His hips stilled as he emptied into you, trembling hands holding on like you were the only steady thing left in the universe.

The bathroom fell silent, your mind still spinning from how good it felt. How full you felt. Your breaths coming uneven, and heavy but seamlessly intertwined. His hands softened against you, no longer pinning you to the spot.

“I love you.” He murmured, kissing the back of your neck. When he finally pulled back, he did it gently, giving your shoulder one more kiss before stepping away. You straightened slowly, legs still shaky, catching his eye in the mirror.

“I love you too.”

His hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, shirt somewhere on the floor, tie half-forgotten and dangling from his pocket. He looked like sin and satisfaction all in one—and entirely yours.

“You’re glowing,” he murmured, tugging your dress down over your hips and smoothing it carefully, like he was trying to undo the evidence of what just happened. Even though you both knew you looked and felt, thoroughly ruined.

“We look guilty as hell.” You remarked, dabbing at the lipstick now smeared across your chin. He smirked, using his thumb to wipe away some of the lipstick residue under your lip.

You were just readjusting your dress as Bucky buttoned his shirt back up when a knock came at the door. You both froze.

“Everything ok in there?” A voice called out, sounded like a younger man. Maybe one of the servers.

“Uh- yes. Just cleaning up some spilled wine.” Bucky cleared his throat, trying to hide the crack in his voice.

There was a long pause. Then: “…Right. Well. Party’s winding down.”

“Be right out,” you added, forcing your voice to sound vaguely composed. You both heard the footsteps retreat, looks meeting then bursting into laughter. Bucky just shook his head, grinning as he buttoned up his shirt—crookedly—and grabbed his jacket from the hook.

“I don’t know if I can look anyone in the face right now.” You giggled, attempting to fix your hair, then giving up on it.

“We weren’t very subtle.” He added adjusting his sleeves before offering you his arm.

You pressed your hand to your mouth, stifling a giggle. “Let’s go home before someone starts taking pictures.” He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, typing on the screen briefly before shoving it in his back pocket.

“Car has been called.” He winked at you, pushing the door open and stepping to the side holding it open..

“You’re such a gentleman.” You remarked, subtly turning over your shoulder to look back at him. “Except when you’re not.”

He smiled that slow, Bucky Barnes smile. Full of boyish charm and bad ideas. And you loved every second of it.

“Let’s go home.” You placed a searing kiss to his lips, letting your hands graze the back of his neck. “Sounds like a perfect plan, Congressman.”

[akirainnabox]

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˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ꒰ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ t᥆ ꧑ᥡ bᥣ᥆g꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

|||| kira, i also go by pup & dakota : she/her , pup/puppy

8teen y/o. Bisexual. . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

Shifting & writing loml —

add me on lifa @shiftingtonhub !!

INTRO 2MY DRs..!!

…I have like over 100 active drs atm, but here’s most of the ones I’m currently on!!

Better cr

“ … “ . 07/07/07

Better cr

“ delaney ellis “ . 07/07/07

Better cr

“ chicago nelson “ . 07/07/07

Better cr

“ siren ship armstrong “ . 07/07/07

Teen fame dr

“ valentina marie demetria “ . 07/07/07

Teen dame dr

“ demetri lana mayers “ . 05/05/05

Fame dr

“ kimora monroe james “ . 06/06/06

Streamer dr

“ akira jones “ . 10/30/99

Ytuber/Streamer dr

“ winona blair “ . 06/06/03

Amp dr

“ chicago leroy “ . 07/07/04 S/O, Ray

TikTok influencer dr

“ venus west “ . 12/09/07

Runaway dr

“ janey barbocoa “ . 07/07/08

Outerbanks dr

“ janey b. routledge “ . 11/11/07 S/O, jj m.

Street Racer dr

“ loretta jean “ . 06/06/03

Alice in borderland dr

“ terriana young “ . 02/01/. S/O, Chishiya s.

My hero academia dr

“ kazuma amano “ . 07/07/. S/O, Bakugo k.

Maze runner dr

“ ada lovelace “ . S/O, Minho + Newt

Criminal minds dr

“ vivian valentine “ . 07/07/90

Mid90s dr

“ xiomara smiths “ . 09/09/..

The walking dead dr

“ vivan jones “ . 05/19/07. S/O, Carl g.

Shameless dr

“ xiomara angle fisher “ . 10/30/05

Childhood dr

“ yazmin blue “ . 11/07/02

Summer romance dr

“ dakota summers “ . 07/07/07

The last of us dr

“ amira jackson “ . 08/27/19. S/O, Ellie w.

Modern Coraline dr

“ arianna jones “ . 08/07/. S/O, Wybie

College dr

“ evangeline leroy “ . 07/07/05

Alex G summer dr

“ raelynn jones “ . 07/07/07

School bus graveyard dr

“ tatum hernadez “ . 08/22/. S/O, Logan f

Wolf dr

“ ruma via “ . 07/07/..

Jujitsu Kaisen dr

“ henari saturo “ . 07/07/07

P ⭐️ dr

“ aburiella davis “ . 10/31/05

Mermaid dr

“ azalea moor “

DanDaDan dr

“ kioko anya “ S/O, Okarun & Momo

Obviously you can tell what my favorite birthday is..and there are currently 33 drs for now, but I have..ALOT…more… and there is so much more shifting content coming soon, because I love the tumblr shifting community so much!!!

SHIFTING ANTIs DNI!!!

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Cult of the lamb masterlist

Originally I was going to wait until I got all 4 bishops to make this but guys the brainrot is so.. bad.. I'll be sure to edit the opening section once I do get them all though!

That said! Welcome to the COTL Masterlist! Be sure to read the rules in my pinned before requesting! Please send requests to the inbox only!

As of 6/10/24, I only have lamb and the bishops listed however if you want an NPC feel free to ask! AS OF 11/1/24 THIS MASTERLIST IS COMPLETE! RETURN TO THE MASTERPOST FOR VOLUME 2!

LAMBERT

having a soft spot for follower!reader

Comforting the lamb after a nightmare

making them a flower crown

x baby lamb reader platonic hcs

pampering them for a day

saving the reader from being sacrificed

x lamb reader

x isabelle!reader

x guard dog!reader

telling the lamb you have a crush on the bishops

x fran bow reader

flufftober day 29 vacation

NARINDER

follower!reader giving follower!narinder pets and cuddles

sick!follower narinder x follower!reader

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

m o d w/ narinder (fluff alphabet)

m h g (angst alphabet)

x swan!reader

e j l (angst alphabet)

giving him a gift

flufftober day 12 cooking together

LESHY

Follower!leshy x follower!gardener!reader

X reader who smells nice

W E V (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #15/Holding your face 2: the squeakquel

mutual pining

j c y (fluff alphabet)

x reader who is like sozo

HEKET

crushing on the reader

Y N C (fluff alphabet)

x picky eater reader

k x e (fluff alphabet)

x sweet and soft spoken reader

x overworked and tired reader

x gourmet chef!reader

KALLAMAR

x seamstress cat reader who likes to gossip

x artist reader

f k p (fluff alphabet)

x reader who makes jewelry

Random thing #17/obsessed

Random thing #18/coward

v w j (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #19/earrings

Random thing #20/beauty

x winslow leach!reader

x beef!reader (phantom of the paradise)

flufftober day 18 protecting

SHAMURA

helping them with headaches

Random thing #14/holding your face

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

talking to them about your interests

Random thing #16/keeping logs

r g w (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 17 massage

Random thing #21/warmth

x nonbinary reader who is scared of spiders

HELOB

b j l (fluff alphabet)

v w u (fluff alphabet)

SOZO/SOZONIUS

general sozo x reader hcs

BAAL

petting hcs

AYM

flufftober day 23, pillow fight

CLAUNECK

C F O (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 26 drunken confession

KUDAAI

CHEMACH

JALALA

crushing on the reader

MULTI

follower!bishops x new follower!reckless adventurer!reader

Calling the bishops pretty

one bed trope w/ the bishops

bishops x male golden retriever reader

platonic bishops x kid reader

bishops x baker!reader

giving the bishops flowers

lambert and shamura x winslow leach!reader

kissing baal aym and narinder for the first time

baal and aym x new follower!clumsy!reader

kissing the bishops hands

kallamar and shamura x sick!reader who returns after being MIA

taking leshy and heket back to their old domains

baal aym and kallamar x reader who cant cook

leshy and heket x cursed reader

kallamar shamura and narinder x cursed reader

parent!bishops x child!reader

bishops x reader who wants to sacrifice themselves for a ritual

heket and shamura saving the reader from getting sacrificed by their own cult members

leshy and narinder x reader who loves their plants

shamura kallamar and lambert x reader who has a curse like eda clawthrone

giving the bishops plushies of themselves

leshy and heket when soft spoken!kind!reader snaps

leshy kallamar and lambert x reader who is like emily from hazbin hotel

leshy and shamura when softspoken!reader bursts into tears

lambert matching making you with the bishops but i forgot to amp up the matchmaking

sunshine!reader making friendship bracelets for the bishops

follower!bishops x kind!disciple!reader

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Ameyoko street dining

When I lived in Tokyo in the early 80s, I don’t remember Ameyoko as offering much in the way of places to eat. But these days, the narrow alleyways around the raised railroad tracks near Ueno Station seems to be a dining destination, especially among tourists.

[eds6ngel]

hi, b!

i love your account and i saw that you’re okay with writing smut.

i was thinking it’s eddie and reader’s first time and he’s really soft with her? maybe he’s worried about her losing feelings or of him messing everything up by his inexperience?

thank you! <3

hey darling!! i actually made them both virgins in this, just to amp up the sweetness <33 (and because i have no experience at all) also, i made this a part 2 to my 'new girl' fic, so if you wanna check out part 1, you can read it here!!

warnings: SMUT. fem!afab!reader. p in v. fingering. handjob. blowjob. cunnilingus. lots of kissing. sex talk outside of the smut. basically just your basic sex stuff. swearing. vulgar language. fluff. comfort. established relationship. r is 18, eddie is 20 [4.1k].

You and Eddie have been dating for three months by this point. You had done the most that normal horny teenagers had done: kissing, making out, grinding, hell, you even tried your part at having sex. However, it didn’t go successfully the first time.

The both of you had no idea what to do. Eddie condoms expired, so you agreed to do it without one, which was mistake number one. You weren’t wet enough whatsoever, the both of you skipping all foreplay. And to top it all off, Eddie pushed in all the way without thinking, causing you to scream out in pain and call it quits for the night.

Since then, you both avoided ridding of any clothes closely tied to a sexual nature, the pair of you scared to death that your mutual lack of knowledge was going to cause harm again.

You and Eddie both agreed that the failed first attempt was not going to be classed as your ‘first time,’ despite what society would try and argue against. You both wanted it to feel special, the relationship going strong so far, a failed ‘first time’ not ruining that for you.

You actually went out to the library both together and on separate occasions to research about sex. Eddie’s first recommendation was to sit down and watch porn together, you having to explain that in no shape or form would a woman in real life ever want to live out the fake fantasy of a porn film. Besides, it was also a very fucking weird thing to do.

Hawkins was a very religious town, you searching high and low for anything that didn’t bring up the topic of abstinence. And even when looking past that, the woman’s pleasure was always disregarded, the term ‘submit’ popping up more times than you and Eddie would like to recall. With you just turning 18 and Eddie 20, Hawkins Library gave you permission to access the restricted section, much to a very pleased Eddie. You had to keep him on track most of the time, Eddie getting distracted by the mature content.

“Baby, come on. We’re looking for books on sex, not Satanism.”

With even the restricted books being more sanitised than you would’ve liked, at least some of the authors knew what they were talking about, especially the female ones, to no surprise. You learnt about safety, to foreplay, to pleasure points, to techniques, your joint knowledge growing by the minute.

It had been around a month of research for the two of you, preparing for whenever the appropriate time would be to try again.

Which was tonight.

You and Eddie were sat on his couch watching a cheesy horror flick, Wayne working a night shift, leaving the two of you in the trailer alone, with no interruptions.

You were lying on Eddie’s lap, his ringed hand mindlessly threading through your hair as you focused on the killer slashing the victims on screen, fake blood pouring out of them as they perished to the ground.

“Babe?” you pipe up, Eddie humming in response, “How’s research been going?”

Eddie chuckles as you both look at each other, “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“We’re studying sources to learn new facts, sounds like research to me,” you smile.

Eddie kisses the crown of your head, “Just doesn’t sound very manly, does it? ‘What have you been up to recently Eddie?’” he says, putting on an overexaggerated posh accent, “’Oh nothing much, just researching how to have sex with my girlfriend.’ People would think I’m insane, sweetheart.”

You shift yourself so you are lying on your stomach, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck and shrugging, “You can make anything sound manly babe. You could word in a way such as ‘I’ve been reading up on ways to pleasure my girl better.’ That’s such a hotter way to put it.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “Yeah,” he drags out, “But, I’m not looking into how to make the sex better, I’m looking into how to even start having it.”

“Better than most people,” you reply, “Many of my friends have told me that they don’t even get to cum when they have sex with their boyfriends. At least you’re trying.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of sex?” Eddie asks, as if a stupid question, “To make your girl feel good?”

“Unfortunately baby, most men just have sex for themselves. They just want the feeling of a vagina wrapped around their dick.”

Even though the two of you had a horrific first attempt, you were both still very sex positive. Just because you didn’t have it didn’t mean you were in any way uncomfortable talking about it.

“Stupid,” Eddie mumbles with a shake of his head, “They could just jerk themselves off for the same effect, stop wasting a girl’s time.”

“Is that what you do?” you tease him, “Just in between the research, you have a ten minute jerking break?”

“I get hot and bothered sometimes, okay?” he laughs, “There’s some very graphic images in there. S’hard to concentrate.”

And from your position sitting in his lap, it might not just be the research that gets him that way. “You sure you’re not feeling the same way now, baby?” you purr, looking deep into his eyes.

He groans slightly as you grind your hips into his, “Jesus sweetheart, if I wasn’t already before, I definitely am now.”

Your lips connected together in a passionate kiss, the pair of you grinding into each other as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. This was something you’d done before. As your relationship developed, you realised how easy it was to dissect society’s words surrounding sex. If it were society defining your relationship by its standards, you two would’ve technically lost your virginities to each other in the first month of the relationship. Grinding was a simple task to get the two of you going, even making each other cum by it. It was just further than that where you guys had an issue, which is why both still class yourselves as virgins.

As you break apart, you lift Eddie’s shirt off, him doing the same to you, looking into your eyes, asking, “Are we really about to do this?”

“I’m game if you’re game,” you reply.

He smirks, “Baby, I’m always game.”

You giggle as you begin to litter kisses down his neck, him moaning out as you find his sweet spot, his hands gripping tighter at your waist. You make a trail down his chest to his stomach, him gripping your hair as you do so, his head falling back against the couch. There was just something about your lips that were so intoxicating to him.

You reach the waistband of his pants, Eddie switching into his grey sweatpants the minute he stepped into his trailer. He was a metalhead at heart, but keeping up the physical appearance wasn’t always the comfiest.

He lifts himself up, allowing you to pull down the sweatpants, his white and blue checkered boxers on show, a visible bump from where he had gotten hard from the mere mention of you talking about sex. He hates to admit it, but this happened every time, you had just failed to notice.

You look up at him with the softest look in eyes, making sure that he was comfortable with you going further. As every book said: consent was key.

“Yeah, sweetheart, take ‘em off,” he verbalises, you nodding as you pull down his boxers, his cock springing free in front of you. You look up at him with a glint of worry, Eddie immediately taking notice. “It’s all about practice, okay? It’s you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it regardless.”

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, Eddie already groaning above you by the mere feeling of your touch on his body. “I, um—” you stutter out, “Do I just go up and down?”

“Yeah, babe, just—” he wraps his hand around yours, the size difference sending shivers down his spine as he moves your hand in the same motion he would when he’s on his own. Yet, the slight change of you doing it in comparison to him made it all the more enjoyable. It was true what they said: it was the person, not the action.

He shudders as you begin to create a steady rhythm, you asking, “Is this good?”

He sighs, “Nothing could be better than this baby, thank you. God, fuck,” he moans out. However, what shocked him was how quick you became accustomed to him, the feeling of your tongue licking up the side of his shaft sending shivers down his spine. “Jesus fucking Christ, God.”

In your head, you were trying to recall the steps that the book you read taught you, trying your best not to mess up and cause your boyfriend to become uncomfortable. You lick the tip of his dick, seeing that Eddie loudly moans out at the feeling, hearing him say, “Just like that baby, take it down further.”

And so you do, hollowing out your cheeks as you take him into your mouth, Eddie grabbing your hair into a ball as he lightly guides you up and down, giving him maximum pleasure. You look up at him with innocent eyes, continuing to bob your head, Eddie swearing he just died and went to heaven.

He can feel his balls tightening up, Eddie yelling out, “Baby, wait, wait!” in a manner that came across a little too panicked, causing you to immediately jump off of him.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak out, beginning to ramble, “Did I get you with my teeth? Or was I too rough? God, I was probably too rough, wasn’t I—”

But, your nervous state gets cut off by Eddie grabbing your chin and pulling you into a soft kiss, you instantly cupping his cheek back. As you part, he leans your forehead against his, “It was nothing you did sweetheart, don’t worry. I just… don’t wanna cum yet,” he shyly smiles.

“Oh,” you giggle softly, “Okay.”

He kisses your cheek, making trail down your neck, “But, I do think it’s your turn to cum for me, sweetheart.”

You whimper at his words, the eagerness oozing from his throat. “Can we, um�� go to your bedroom though? This is technically Wayne’s bed after all.”

Eddie chuckles, “Yeah, I don’t think he’d be too happy with that.” He shocks you by lifting you up underneath his arms, laughing to himself as he guides you to his bedroom.

As he kicks open the door with his foot, he carries you over to the bed, placing you down gently and hovering over you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “You’ve given me all your love sweetheart, I’m here to give you mine.”

He litters kisses all over your chest and collarbones, sucking a little to visibly show that you belong to him. Nobody else was gonna get his girl.

Despite your eyes being closed, basking in the pleasure of his soft lips on your skin, you feel him reach around the back of you, trying his hardest to unclasp your bra.

Helping him out, you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling at him, “You need help with that, my love?”

“No, no, I got it,” he grits out, trying to get the hooks to come apart. “Why the hell is this so difficult?”

You giggle into his neck, deciding to press little kisses there as a form of distraction.

“Baby, don’t tease me. I’m struggling enough here.”

You laugh as you reach around yourself, pushing his hands out of the way and instantly un-hooking your bra, tossing it onto the floor.

Eddie can’t be drawn away from your breasts, his eyes practically bulging at the sight, his mouth agape. “I… um…” he stutters out, “I was gonna ask how you did that, but your tits baby… Holy shit.”

And no word of a lie, your boyfriend does grabby hands, like a child in a candy store, “Please can I touch them? Please let me touch them… Oh my God.”

You cup his face with your hands, smiling, “You can do whatever you want with them, my love.”

He breathes out, shakes his hands as he mutters, “Okay.” He pushes your breasts together, massaging them in his hands as he genuinely gawks, “Jesus… They’re perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck…”

You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw as a ‘Thank you,’ Eddie rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, a loud whine escaping your mouth.

He stops his motions, “That feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “It’s sensitive. Keep doing that.”

And he does exactly that, flicking over them, surprised that such a simple action could cause so much pleasure for you. “You need to go braless more baby, holy shit.”

“If I knew you would’ve had this reaction, I would’ve shown you them sooner,” you giggle.

“Better than any porn magazine I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles, leaning in and taking your left breast into his mouth, him pulling on your nipple, letting go with a pop. “Who needs porn when I can have you?”

“I better see the ones under your bed gone by tomorrow then,” you smirk back at him.

“Easiest decision I’ll ever make.”

He traces his thumbs over the sides of your hips as he makes a trail down from your cleavage to the bottom of your stomach, tugging at your belt, a much easier task for him than your difficult bra.

He pulls down your jeans, adding them to the increasing pile on the floor. The next thing surprises you, Eddie beginning to laugh as he places his head down on top of your cloth-covered pussy, his hair tickling the bottom of your stomach. “Shit.”

You laugh too, despite not knowing what he was giggling about, he was just infectious like that. “What, my love?” you ask with a smile.

“Took off your bra before I got to see the matching set on you,” he frowns over-dramatically.

You thread your fingers through his curls, “I’ll give you a fashion show one day.”

“That day better fuckin’ hurry the hell up,” he grumbles, delicately taking your panties off of your body, him not wanting to wreck them for the future fashion show you had just planned.

“Okay, he mumbles, situating his head between your legs, “I’ve heard that eating you out gets you wetter, so can I do that?”

You sigh happily, “Tell you what baby, we’ll do the colour coding system, okay? I’m giving you permission to do whatever you like. If I find myself uncomfortable at any point, I’ll say either ‘orange’ or ‘red.’ Deal?”

He nods, “Yeah, deal…” sighing out, “I’m sorry if I mess this up.”

You smile lovingly, “It’s you baby. You could be totally shit at this and I would love it regardless. Just like you said to me,” you reassure him.

“Well, I learnt some techniques anyway, now I get to put them to practice.”

You laugh as you hear him sigh out, “Relax baby, you got this.”

He nods, “Yeah… I got this.”

He takes his tongue and moves it straight up your pussy, causing you to push your legs in and let out a loud whine. “That easy, huh?” Eddie smirks.

You give him the same wide smirk back, “Depends on whether you can make me cum or not.”

“Challenge accepted,” he replies, moving up towards your clit and flicking it up and down, causing you to moan out in pleasure, “Eddie, fuck. Just like that baby.”

That spur encouraged Eddie to speed up his movements, flipping between an up and down motion to a side to side one, you grabbing onto and tugging at his hair, him discovering a new kink as he moans out loudly.

Eddie takes his middle finger and moves it down your folds, collecting your slick and pushing it into your hole, you immediately clenching around him as he sucks on your clit.

“Jesus fucking Christ Eddie, keep doing that and you’ll make me cum,” you truthfully whine out.

“God, sweetheart, already?” he asks, speeding up the movement of his finger as he tries his best not to rut against the bed, relieving the uncomfortability of his dick straining in his boxers.

“I’m an easy girl to impress,” you sigh out, giggling at your own statement and how truthful it actually was.

Without a doubt in your mind, you begin to rut against his face, trying to get yourself to the edge as quickly as possible, which was evidently working.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum,” you mewl out.

Eddie drills his finger in and out of your pussy, sucking on your clit and shaking his head back and forth, sending you into a spiral as you fall over the edge, whining out, “Eddie, I’m cumming, fuck!”

As you come down back to reality, Eddie looks up at you, gripping tightly onto your thighs, a smile on his face as your juices drip down from his mouth, falling off of his chin. “Fuck me baby, I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I’ve never cum that hard before,” you sigh out, still relieving in the height of your orgasm, “Guess it really is the person, not the action.” Exactly what he thought.

He licks up most of the juices on his face, crawling back up to you and connecting your lips in a soft kiss, you humming as you say, “I taste better on your lips.”

Eddie groans out at your words, “I’d love to be sweet with you and all angel, but I really need to be inside you right now.”

You nod, “Then do that,” you smile back, “I noticed you got a new packet of condoms the other week.”

He leans over to his beside table and rips open the packet, replying, “Yeah… Well, I felt like my research was coming to an end.”

He takes out the condom and rolls it onto his dick, pinching the end and looking down at you, “You want it just like this or—?”

“Extra lube? Just in case?” you ask nervously, Eddie nodding as he reaches over to grab the bottle and squirts some on top of the condom, rubbing it over the entirety of it, making sure it would be comfortable for the initial entrance.

This was the part you were most nervous about. This was where it all went wrong last time. But, you took the pre-cautions. You were already wet, Eddie had a condom on, and it was well lubricated. Eddie was a little over average in terms of length, which increased your worries. But, on the flip side, a little under on the girth, the part that would make the stretch worse if he was bigger.

Eddie lines himself up with your pussy, leaning his forehead against yours, whispering, “Please sweetheart, I beg of you, use that colour coding system. I’ve heard it hurts for most women, but it should soon fade away, okay?”

You breathe out, “Okay… I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

And that was the conformation he needed, slowly pushing into you, letting you take in the feeling and get yourself comfortable. “You doing okay?” he asks.

And for you, it wasn’t even that bad. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones, you don’t know, but it was more of a mild discomfort from the stretch rather than a sharp pain that the research told you. But again, Eddie being under average in his girth may have helped, something you were thankful for compared to how most women would have judged that.

“It’s actually not that bad,” you smile, “Just keep going slow, okay? We haven’t even gotten halfway yet.”

“Okay,” he nods, pushing in another two inches, the discomfort becoming a little bit stronger as you predicted, but not unbearable. It actually caused you to moan a little, something Eddie had been doing the second his dick pushed half an inch into your vagina.

“Only a bit more, okay sweetheart?” he says softly, you nodding as he slowly pushes in the final three inches, the discomfort subsiding into pleasure as you whine out.

“Fuck…” Eddie moans, “You are so incredibly tight.”

You giggle, causing yourself to clench around him, a growl erupting from his throat. God, he was vocal, and you loved every second of it.

“You can start moving now, my love.”

This was now where Eddie basically took over, his inexperience making him nervous, especially with how much he hurt you the last time. He wanted this time to be special. This was gonna be the first time for both of you, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin that. He needed this to be perfect with the girl he loved.

He tried his best to find a steady rhythm, but was struggling. It felt good, but he sighed out frustratedly, you noticing his change in demeanour, “Baby, look at me. Just go in and out, don’t worry about being fast or anything. Just set a pace,” you tell him, cupping his cheeks.

“Yeah. In and out,” he mumbles, slowly pushing in and out, the two of you moaning in sync as he repeats his motion, before he finds himself a rhythm that you both enjoy, noted by a series of whines an groans.

“That’s it, you got it baby,” you say, supported by a sigh.

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” he groans out, deciding that he could speed up now that he found a good rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, your head falling back against the pillows on Eddie’s bed.

You had always heard that wrapping your legs around your partner’s back would somehow push them even deeper, sending women spiralling down the route of an orgasm.

So, you tried it, reaching your legs around Eddie’s waist, pulling him in closer, hitting something at the back of your pussy that you could only describe as mind-blowing. “Harder, Eddie, please!”

And so he complied, pushing himself both deeper and harder into you, the boy falling apart on top of you. You could only imagine how good this felt for him.

But, once he changed angles, it was over for you. This is what the G-spot must’ve been. You could feel his dick sliding across the top of your vagina, hitting a spot that sent shivers down your spine.

The atmosphere was constant skin slapping against skin, a series of “Fucks” and “Shits” being moaned out by the two of you. You were praying to God none of the neighbours in the trailer park could hear any of this.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Eddie chokes out, his pace already faltering as you reply through broken moans, “Me neither baby, cum with me.”

He moves his hand down to rub your clit, making sure you reach your peak since his thrusts were no longer as hard as they were a mere few minutes ago.

That sensation combined with his dick brushing past your G-spot over and over again caused you to see stars, a loud whine erupting from your throat as you choke out, “Baby, I’m cumming!”

The feeling of your orgasm causing your walls to tighten around him pushes him over too, him stuttering before coming to a halt. You can feel his whole body shake against you, a loud groan mixed in with a whine being let out as his dick pulses in your pussy.

As you both come down from your highs, your pants are the only thing heard in the all but silent atmosphere. Eddie smiles, trying to not let himself fall on top of you as he lets out a “Whoa…”

“Yeah, whoa…” you giggle, Eddie slowly pulling out, taking the condom off and tying it up. “Shit, I don’t have a trash can in here…”

You laugh at him, “You don’t have one in here?”

He begins to walk out to the kitchen, yelling back so you can hear, “Why do you think I have all that shit lying around my room, sweetheart?”

As he appears back in the doorway, you’ve tucked yourself under the covers, replying with, “Good point.”

He shows his goofy smile, one where he shows off his teeth. Your favourite kind of smile on him. He tucks himself under the covers with you, the pile of clothes being left in the middle of his room. You could sort that out tomorrow.

Eddie presses a soft kiss to your forehead as you lay your head on his chest, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes, your mind fading away as the final words you mutter are: “I love you.”

And although you can’t see it, Eddie smiles widely, gripping you tighter as he leans his head on top of yours, whispering back, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

And that was the day he knew, you were definitely a keeper.

i hope you enjoyed this my love! and if anything is inaccurate, don't be afraid to let me know <33

[jakekiszkasmommy]

Feel The Music

Warnings: 18+, threesome, DP, p in the v (also p in the b), ALLLLLLLL the smut, everything, absolutely filthy. MINORS IF YOU ARE HERE I WILL COME THROUGH THIS SCREEN AND SLAP YOU BACK INTO YOUR MOTHER

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It had been a long day of meetings, interviews and rehearsing. Jake wanted to run through everything one more time before heading back to the hotel for the night. You opted to stay with him for company. The crew and everyone else called it quits about an hour and a half ago.

Touring with the band as an assistant, you ended up being more of a friend to the guys than you were an employee.

After cleaning up the mess in the dressing room, you found Jake in his usual spot on stage, so focused that he didn't even notice you. You found yourself wandering the stage, plopping yourself behind his amps. This is normally where Danny's drum tech sat, readily available during the whole show. You spun around on the stool before a riff stopped you dead in your tracks.

The vibrations from the amplifiers running through your body were going straight to your core.

"Jakey. Jakeeeee," you shouted. But he couldn't hear you. He continued to play, his eyes screwed shut in focus. You could see the way his back muscles moved with every strum. Every note. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties.

Looking around at the dark side stage you spun back around, leaning against the amps. Surely he would still be another 30 minutes. What's 1 minute to yourself?

Your fingertips danced atop your bare thighs, pulling your green sundress up higher. You peeked over your shoulder at Jake as he continued to play and resumed your position on the chair. Opening your legs wider, you grazed over your clothed core. Sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you felt how wet you were.

You let the music carry your movements. Circling your clit lightly and parting your lips in response. You tipped your head back to rest along the backside of the amp, feeling even more of the vibrations. Picking up speed you let out a small moan, halting your movements in hopes that Jake wouldn't hear you and know what you were up to. As he continued to play, moving into the most intense solo of the setlist, you yanked your panties to the side and slid a finger through your folds. Lightly pushing two fingers into yourself just the way you liked. Using your left hand, you continued the fast paced circles on your bundle, driving yourself mad.

You opened your eyes and standing at the back of the stage with his mouth nearly on the floor was Sam. Your eyes went wide in panic but you couldn't stop. You were so close. You thrust your fingers inside of yourself at the same pace of Jake's solo. Never breaking eye contact. You wanted to hide yourself away. You knew this was wrong, but maybe it was a heat of the moment thing.

You nodded your head towards him, signaling for him to come closer. He hesitated before slowly walking towards you. His eyes shooting from yours to your hands and back up again. You swore you almost saw his dick twitch. He knelt in front of you. And just as Jake's solo came to a finish, so did you. Your orgasm taking over you so violently you started to let out a moan before Sam pressed the palm of his hand against your mouth, silencing you.

Your eyes searched his and as you moved your hands away, he leaned in to your ear.

"If you stay quiet he won't know a thing." He growled. You nodded your understanding and pushed your underwear off your legs. Sam picked them up and tucked them into his jeans pocket. He removed his palm from your mouth but instead pushed his thumb past your lips. "Fuck, Y/N. You naughty girl. Getting yourself off to my brother playing. That's hot."

You swirled your tonge around his digit as his other hand slid up your leg. Popping his thumb out of your mouth you whisper in his ear, "Sammy, can you make me cum again? Please. Please- I-"

Just as soon as the words leave your mouth, his fingers are circling your clit again. Sending you lurching forward away from the amp. His left hand is splayed out on your chest, holding you against the amp.

"You are going to have to stay still or else he will notice." He slides a finger into your pussy. "Fuck, you're tight."

He adds another, his fingers stretching you out more than your own. The callouses on his figertips are just the perfect amount of rough. Thrusting them in and out of you faster.

"Dirty little girl. Come on. Cum for me. Cum for Jake." His words are swirling around in your head and you are thrown into your next orgasm. Unfortunately this time, you don't realize Jake is done playing in time to stop the moan that slips past your lips.

......

"What the fuck." Jake says as he peers over the top of his amps. Looking down at you, his assistant and one of his best friends...being finger fucked by his brother.

Sam pulls out of you and smirks up at Jake. "Someone was having a little fun by herself. Getting off to you playing when I found her. Figured I'd help." Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

You brush the skirt of your dress back down and stand up. "Jake- I- I'm-"

"Y/N," Jake says as he slings his guitar off his shoulder and llaces it in the stand. "You were getting yourself off to MY playing?"

You look down at your feet. "Yes. I was. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." You feel tears ready to roll past your lashes and quickly go to move past him. He grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest. The smell of sweat and cologne taking over your senses.

"It's my turn." Jake pushes his glasses on top of his head and pulls you into a deep kiss. He intertwines his fingers in yours and drags you towards the dressing room down the hall. Shouting over his shoulder, "You coming, Sammy?" And not a moment later, Sam is on your heels.

You barely have a chance to realize what has happened before Jake has you pressed up against the wall. "Say no and it'll stop, okay?"

"Yes. Ok. But please. Someone touch me." You gasp as he sinks to his knees and licks a stripe up your soaked core.

Sam lounges back on the couch, watching. Waiting.

You knew Jake was good with his fingers. His playing showed that. But his mouth was incredible. Sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue against it made your knees buckle. You felt yourself getting closer as your hands tangled into his hair.

"Jakeeee," you whined. "Please. Please cane I cum?"

He breaks away for a moment. Your whining and moaning coninuing. "Oh NOW you want to ask my permission? To cum in my presence? Fine. Do it. Cum in my mouth then." He resumes his attck on your cunt. And with a few more circles of his tongue, your thighs shut around the side of his head, trembling.

"YES Thank you, Jake," you yell out. Your legs feel weak and he scoops you up and brings you to the couch. Placing you in between the both of them. You feel exhausted and your chest is rising and falling rapidly.

Sam pulls you over to straddle his lap. Kissing your exposed chest and neck. "Think you got one more in you?" You nod a yes. And he lifts you up enough to push his jeans down and pull his cock out.

You line yourself up and slowly sink down onto him. Both of you moaning at the feeling. You unbuttom his shirt and splay your hands out on his toned chest. Letting you move at your own pace, Sam lounges back into the armrest of the couch.

As your start to ride him, you feel Jakes hands sneak around your waist and pull your dress up and over your head. Your breasts bouncing with every movement. He kisses along your spine, up your shoulders and neck until he get's to your ear.

"What do you want, baby?" He growls low.

"I- I want you both. At the same time." Your eyes shoot down to Sam who has his fingers interlocked behind his head. A smirk playing at his lips.

"Dirty girl likes to play. Go ahead Jake. If that's what the lady wishes for." Sam says nonchalantly.

"I'm going to go slow. I don't want to hurt you." Jake says and you nod. Behind you, you can hear him undo his belt and push his jeans down. He spits on his hand and runs it up and down his length. "Okay, are you ready?" You stop your movements on Sam's cock and nod.

Jake pushes you down towards Sam's chest, giving him an easier angle. Sam takes the opportunity to grab your face and kiss you. Licking into your mouth. Spreading your ass, Jake eases into your rear slowly. You moan into Sam's mouth and clench around the both of them.

A low "fuck" escaping Jake as he stills inside you, now all the way to the hilt. Letting you adjust, Sam slowly moves his hips. You gasp at the fullness. "Please, Jakey, please." You beg.

Jake and Sam slowly thrust into you. Making sure you are ok and aren't hurt. You start to move your hips with theirs and moans start escaping your lips. Begging them to keep going, faster.

Jake grabs your hips and thrusts harder into you. You throw your head back in pleasure. Sam below you is absolutely in awe, watching your fucked out expression change as your get closer to your end. He decides to cirle your clit with his thumb again.

"God yes, Sammy. Please."

"Give it to us, baby. Let go. One more, you can do it." Jake whispers behind you. With a few more swirls of your clit, you are thrown over the edge of your orgasm. Followed by the both of them, spilling into you. Filling you up. You lean your head back against Jake's chest as your eyebrows knit together and you cum again immediately. Screaming their names.

"Fucking hell," Sam says below you. Eyes blown wide with lust.

Jake is the first to pull out of you, slowly. And then he helps Sam lift you off of him before carrying you to the en suite bathroom.

The three of you climb into the shower, absolutely exhausted and in shock of how the events even transpired.

You get shy all of a sudden. Realizing what has officially happened. Sam noticing right away takes your lower jaw and tilts it up to his face before giving you a soft kiss. Jake starts to wash your hair gently.

"Don't even start to apologize, Y/n." Jake says, "it was perfect."

You continue on in blissful silence in the shower, letting them take care of you before stepping out and throwing on an extra pair of clothes Jake had in his bag.

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[contradictory-equivalence]

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[taybatwo2]

G3 Hissfits Review Part 1 of 2

Part 2 of the review is here:

https://www.tumblr.com/taybatwo2/753136692188364800/g3-hissfits-review-part-2?source=share

Guess what came in today??? My Hissfits three pack!

The box is large, 22”x12” and was 75 bucks…which is a lot (25 for each doll) and Entertainment Earth wanted another 20 for shipping (so I might have preordered a cute little 3.75” Clone Trooper Rex figure to get free shipping).

These dolls had their stock photos dropped a bit over a year ago and I guess were just sitting in a warehouse while Mattel figured out what to do with them????? I dunno why they took so long to come out, but I’m glad they were not all canceled and disposed of.

It has some little Skullettes detailed around the outside of the box.

Here is the corner illustration done by Darko.

The back of the box. That’s a huge illustration and looks really cool. It has some of their accessories hidden about and Amped Up Frankie’s accessories in the far left-hand book shelf. Perhaps they’re all playing for the Monster Ball?

Here is the UPC for anyone who needs it. These are supposed to be available on misc. sellers/shops: like Entertainment Earth and Big Lots and NOT Amazon, Walmart, Target or even Mattel Creations. Which seems like an odd choice (I wonder what their reasoning was behind it?).

Here is a close up of their blurb on the back of the box. I do find it funny that Toralei was known to be REALLY bad at singing in G1 and G3 just RAN the other way with that.

Here are the ghoul’s with the plastic removed. There was A TON of rubber bands holding them all in. They look good in the package, but there is so much plastic waste.

more under the cut

Close-up of G3 Meowlody’s face while still strapped down. Meowlody has white hair (I remember who is who by: turning her name’s first letter “m” upside down and it looks like a “w” for “white hair”).

Mine has her eyes slightly printed up too high, some white paint dropped across her right eye, and her left cheek stripes have some paint missing (you can’t tell from his photo).

She has the biggest grin out of the werecat twins and Toralei. Her heterochromia is opposite of her twin and she has purple leopard print eyeshadow. Her hair feels like saran.

My Toralei looks pretty good, but has a small lip smudge on her upper lip. I love her eyeshadow!!! Even her bright pink lips have grown on me. Her leopard rosettes are a mix of purple (Meowlody) and pink (Purrsephone).

She has almost-neon orange hair (with black, baby pink, and purple streaks). I’m pretty sure it is all saran.

And my FAVORITE, Purrsephone (turn her name’s first letter “p” upside down and it looks like a “b” for “black hair” and that’s how I remember this is Purrsephone). I like her sculpted eyelids, her full upper lips, her hair color blend *mwah!* Mine does have a spot of red paint on the bottom of her cat nose. She has pink leopard spots on the opposite side of her face as her sister.

I’m also certain she has saran hair.

They come with a ton of little accessories “to help them get ready for the show.” Even merch to sell after the show too!!

After spending about 30 minutes freeing everything from their prison and running a metal comb through their hair (they will need to be washed with water, Dawn dish soap, and some conditioner…maybe (carefully) straight iron their hair later).

I forgot to take a full body photo of Toralei before I started removing pieces. Whoops!

Here is her crown piece. It wraps around both ears and should still hold its place fairly well even after I removed the plastic stays and rubberband (it was really wrapped around it) holding it in.

Here she is without her golden crown. I might like it better off.

Her eye make-up is her two cousins’ mixed together. Oh, by the way G3 Purrsephone and Meowlody are G3 Toralei’s cousins, not just her beasties.

The leopard print reminds me of SDCC DC Super Hero Girl’s Cheetah.

Her tail tambourine (I love how clever they were in its paw-like design) also stays on her tail pretty well.

Here are her plastic dress pieces. They have some nice details to them (lots of studs, chains, and the Hissfits cat head logo) and as always, could look even more elevated with some paint. Be warned that the gold chest piece instantly wants to keep detaching itself from the skirt and shoulder pieces after you remove the rubber bands.

I LOVE her gloves (look at the little printed seams and how they make it look like there are seperate holes for her fingers). My Core G3 Toralei will be stealing them. Mine even come off by sliding over the hands (you do not necessarily need to remove the whole hand to get them off).

Here are her MASSIVE boots. They are slit all the way down the back and have some colored in details. I’m not sure if I like purple AND pink AND red being Toralei’s new colors, but these shoes look great.

Here are the bottoms (chains on the ball of the feet and a cat scratching post making the heel).

A better look at her saran hair blend. It’s really growing on me. I was just going to clean her up, steal her stock and resell the base doll. But I am heavily rethinking it.

Here she is in her outfit sans all the plastic bits. It is all attached. The main shirt/shorts have a sparkly foil look to them and her skirt has a lovely gold to magenta foil print.

And the back. Now let’s jump ahead to look at some differences between the werecat’s bodies.

Toralei has the exact same body mold as G3 Clawdeen, and the werecat twins have the same body as G3 Cleo (sans the bandages).

They didn’t give the werecat twins sharp toe claws like Toralei and Clawdeen. :( Booo!

Their ears look a bit different too (Toralei has notches in the bottom of her ears and Purrsephone/Meowlody don’t).

And for funsies. Here are all the G3 werecats’ body types for comparison (I’m still in the middle of micro-braiding my Catty’s hair, so ignore her bad hair day).

In part 2 I’ll delve more into the werecat twins.

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