#please!!!someone make a fanfic I’m begging

[ol-fl3a-bag]

I couldn’t get this out of my head

[cubbiekins]

I want more Brucie Wayne Content. I can’t get enough of the man embarrassing the shit out of himself. It’s addicting.

But I also want to see Brucie breaking character when he’s in a room with a reporter.

I want to see Bruce literally dumping himself on a love seat and Jason just passes him an unlit cigarette (ehem), which Tim (yes, Tim) lights up with his random ass lighter. Then I want to read the reporter slowly losing their goddamn minds. Because,

“This can’t be Brucie Wayne! He’s the Prince of Gotham!”

“Aren’t they suppose to be the happy, pleasant family that donates money that seems to never end?”

To which I want Bruce to respond with,

“I am the Prince of Gotham. But remember, Joker is the Clown Prince of crime in Gotham. If he’s Crime, then I have to be the Prince of something too, don’t I?”

Then his kids all surrounding him are just snickering to each other.

[marsbar127xx]

Waiting for the day that a fanfic about Harringroveson but it starts kinda with Mungrove and too outsiders eyes they don’t really talk too eachother but each of them have encounters with Steve being a douche because he still has the personality from season 1 and they plan too ‘teach him a lesson’ (consensually ofc) thus starting their three way relationship. If someone finds or makes this i will love you forever, I’m begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[muniimyg]

1: the confession // series m.list

note: been daydreaming abt this jk... enj <3

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The library is your favourite place. 

At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better. 

You won’t have it this time. 

No way. You have so much work to do!

"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter. 

“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!” 

“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”

“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”

“But then what if I need to throw up—”

“Then throw up.”

“... Jungkook will be there!”

You blink at him. 

“So?”

Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”

His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming. 

Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.

“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy. 

Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”

Your eyes widen.

In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”

“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”

“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion. 

Hobi rolls his eyes at you. 

“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”

Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail. 

He’s right. 

You are dense. 

But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?

“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”

“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you. 

“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"

Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction. 

“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”

“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly. 

You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted. 

Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you. 

He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? Was it always like this and you never noticed until now? Until Hobi…

Wow… 

“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.

“... H-hi.”

He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”

Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “We? It’s you. Aren’t you going to the party?”

Jungkook returns your question with a grin. “No. Us. You, specifically. You, especially.”

“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head. 

“N-no��� I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. 

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back. 

“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”

Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi. 

“She doesn’t wanna go.”

Hobi groans. 

“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”

“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."

He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”

Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. Jungkook

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number. 

“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks. 

“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”

“What? Why?”

Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”

Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”

You laugh.

“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”

Hobi turns to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t call her.”

With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you. 

“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”

Your body stiffens.

“Do what?”

Jungkook eyes your chair distance. 

“You moved away.”

What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch. 

“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”

“I’m moving closer to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”

“N-no!” 

Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”

“N-no…”

“Now you do.”

For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?

Oh god. 

“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?

“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone. 

You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear you well. 

“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”

You stay silent and contemplate.

Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—

“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”

Then, you blurt it out. 

“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.” 

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath. 

He doesn’t deny it. 

“I do have a crush on you.”

Your throat feels dry. What?! Has he lost his mind?

“W-what? You can’t j-just—”

Jungkook tilts his head and pouts. 

“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs. 

You hit his chest. 

“This isn’t funny!”

“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”

“Hey! I like it here.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I thought you wanted to study.”

Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”

“... To study!”

“To be with you.” 

You shut up. 

No words, no thoughts, no feelings. 

Okay…

Feelings. Lots of them. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."

You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you. 

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."

You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You gasp, but your cheeks blush. Quickly, you cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!

And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—

"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"

[ghuleh-recs]

Edited to add (because, as we know, the reading comprehension on the hellsite is abysmal):

The question is, “why wouldn’t you reblog a post you genuinely enjoyed” NOT “why wouldn’t you reblog a post”

From my post-poll breakdown:

I am actually shocked that the fear of looking cringe came in second. Like, my dudes. With peace and love—you’re on tumblr. You became cringe when you made an account. If you’re reading this and you chose this option, please embrace the cringe. Love what you love unapologetically. If someone here judges you for reblogging a fanfic you loved, they are simply placing their own insecurities on you. I am begging you to reconsider censoring yourself out of fear. Also! Tumblr is pretty anonymous. Who are you trying to impress?

[sturniolosstar]

bet.

c. sturniolo

summary - you and chris had a bet on who could go the longest without sex, who will win?

cw - smut, swearing, lowercase intended, mentions of y/n, pet names, readers pov, overstimulation, mean chris?

inspired by @daisysturniolo’s amazing matt fanfic!

don’t like don’t read.

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you were sat on chris’ lap with your head resting on his chest and him holding you gently.

since you two woke up, chris had an idea to see who would last the longest without sex, chris usually being more needy than you, you expected this to be easy.

his hands gently played with your hair as you both sat in silence, waiting, for someone to break.

the first few hours of the day were easy. eating breakfast, running errands, the triplets filming.

but towards the beginning of night, that’s when you started to feel your mind go fuzzy.

you needed chris and you needed him badly. you expected the bet to be easy, but oh how wrong you were.

“chris?” you mumble as you look up at him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“yeah?” he looked down at you and you swear you saw him smirk.

you hesitate before speaking quietly,

“i need you.”

chris gasped slightly in false shock as he tilted his head every so slightly at you,

“but what about the bet, baby? i thought you would win.” he frowned.

“please. i need you.” your voice sounds desperate as you beg chris, making him smile.

“say you lost.”

you squirm slightly in embarrassment as you look down at your lap making chris grip onto your neck firmly and lift your head up to meet his eyes.

“i’m not repeating myself.” he says sternly

“i lost the bet, chris. please just fuck me already.”

his grip loosened but he didn’t let go. he smirked at you as he switched your positions, him being on top and you beneath him.

he quickly connected his lips with yours, his tongue entering your mouth as you let him take control of the kiss.

he slid your shorts off and he gripped your thighs, deepening the kiss before pulling away and trailing down to your neck, sucking marks as you whimper and grab the hair on the back of his neck.

he removed his mouth and pulled your top over your head before removing his own clothes.

“you need me, sweetheart?” he looked down at you

“please.” you frown

“i wanna hear you say it again.”

“i need you, chris.”

that’s all he needed before putting himself inside you, earning a moan from the both of you.

his hands gripped your hips and he picked up his pace, his dick slamming into you.

“fuck” you whine

“open your mouth.” chris demands as his hand finds its way to your throat again

“what?”

his dick was deep and hitting you exactly where you wanted and exactly where you’ve been waiting for hours on end, his words didn’t really process fully in your clouded head.

“if i have to repeat myself, y/n. i swear to fucking god i’ll stop right now and leave you here like this.”

you comply and open your mouth with the energy you have left, letting chris spit into it and looks down at you expectantly as his jaw tightens.

you close your mouth and swallow, then opening and sticking out your tongue, showing chris what he wanted to see.

“good girl.” he praises with a small smile as his hips hit yours, giving you both pleasure as you whine and chris groans.

he looks down at your pussy, watching his dick slide in and out as loud moans leave your mouth.

“fuck” chris groans as his fingers grip tightly onto your hips, his pace quickening.

“oh my god.” you throw your head back and close your eyes as your brows furrow,

im so close, please let me cum. please.” you whine as your hand grips chris’ arm, leaving your nail imprints out them.

“go ahead, sweetheart. you’ve been so good for me.”

it didn’t take long after hearing his approval before you let go. your pussy clenching down on chris’ dick as you let out a loud moan of satisfaction.

although, chris’ movements didn’t come to a stop. instead, they increased in speed.

you whine out in overstimulation as your hands pressed against chris’ chest, an attempt to stop his dick forcing itself into you.

in less than a second, chris removed his hand from your hip and grabs both of your hands by your wrists and pins them above your head.

“don’t be selfish. you came and i didn’t.”

“i can’t!” you whine as you try to pry your hands away from his harsh grip, squirming in the process.

“yes you can.” chris kisses his teeth as his thrusts start to get more rough, his dick practically hitting your cervix, squelching sounds filling both of your ears from your previous orgasm.

you whine again in frustration as you start to squirm again, resulting in you feeling a sting across your cheek.

he slapped you.

“didn’t i say you can take it? stop fucking squirming.”

it didn’t take much before chris moaned and pushed his dick deeper into you, filling you up of his cum.

he fell on top of you and wrapped his arms around you, both of you breathing heavily and calming down.

chris eventually pulled away and looked down at you, gently turning your head to the side to look at the mark he left on your cheek.

“i’m so sorry, baby. are you okay? how are you feeling?” he asks as he leaned down and kissed your bruised cheek before caressing it softly.

“i’m fine.” you manage to get out,

“thank you for making me feel good.”

chris smiled at your words and bought his lips down to yours, kissing you softly.

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authors note -

my first smut wooo 🤞

i hope that wasn’t too bad for y’all 🙁

anyways please make sure to request anything you want, i’ll be more than happy to write <3

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

Competing for his affection.

Requests:

Could I perhaps ask for a fanfic or like a one-shot for Laurie from Little Women, "them hurting/scaring you" 🙏 (only if you want to, if not, you can ignore this, take care!!)

Based on this HC

Wordcount: 2.1K+

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Description: You loved Laurie with all your heart. There wasn't anything in this world you wouldn't do for him. The only thing you wanted from him was his love and respect in turn, but maybe you weren't as loved by Laurie as you thought.

A/N: so this is sad and a bit short. I always have trouble with angst so sorry if it is rubbish. I don't have a part two in mind but if you guys want to see them make up let me know.

Warning: Angst Angst Angst. No happy Ending. Yelling couple, crying children. Overwhelmed reader. absent Laurie

“Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. When is Papa coming back home?” Lydia asked as she tugged on your dress.

“I’m not sure, my love. I’m sure he will be home soon,” you said, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice and rock your crying newborn. You were overwhelmed. No, you were something more, but you couldn’t even think because you were drowning.

You felt tears in your eyes as you glanced out of the window again, hoping to see your husband walking on the path. You glanced over at the March’s house huffing and turning away from the window.

“Mommy, but I want Papa. We are supposed to go flower picking today,” she said tears filling her eyes. Her little face broke your herd and you blinked rapidly. You couldn’t cry in front of her, you had to be strong.

Laurie promised he wouldn’t leave. He promised he would be home all day and to help you with the children. Lydia was incredibly smart and independent, but she was still only 3 years old and needed a lot of attention. Attention that you couldn’t give her when you had Oli to take care of.

Oli was only 2 months old and was an extremely sick little one. First, he had breathing trouble, then he was sick and now he just seemed miserable. You tried rocking him, tried changing him, singing to him, and now he won’t latch onto your nipple.

“Sweet, little Oli. Please eat,” you begged looking down at him. His whole face was bright red as he screamed his head off.

“He is so loud. Can’t we take him back to the hospital?” Lydia complained tugging on your dress more.

“I know but he isn’t feeling well, my love. We have to be patient with him. He is a baby,” you said taking a deep breath again.

She pouted, she didn’t care or understand what you were saying to her. She stomped away from you, and you decided to let her go for a bit so you could focus on Oli. You brushed his curls out of his face and rubbed his cheek soothingly.

“My sweet love, I want to help you. I truly do, just please eat my love,” you said switching him from your left to right and offering him your other nipple. He only scrunches his face and cries more.

Biting your lip hopelessly you bounced him more and walked around the house. The house felt so empty without Laurie. He was always loudly playing around with your daughter or writing songs, but he was never home anymore. It was your biggest fear when you got married. That you were just a stand-in for someone that Laurie once loved.

You met Laurie in Europe when he was in school. You two became friends first, you could see that he was heartbroken, and you were not in the mood for love. You were in school, one of the few women that the university allowed in, and you weren’t going to ruin it with relationships.

And then things changed and you two fell in love. You were spending every moment together and Laurie asked for you to marry him. You told him yes, but you wanted to finish school first. You wanted to prove that women were just as smart as a man. You wanted respect and love, and Laurie gave you both.

So, you finished school and then Laurie asked you to marry him after graduation, that very night. You were shocked by said yes and you were Mrs. Laurie Laurence two hours later. After much debating you two moved back to America and into his grandfather’s home to take care of him.

And then you met the March family and knew one of them had to have broken his heart. He never told you and you didn’t want to pry, but you assumed it was Jo. You expressed your fear to Laurie when he spent the first few days at the March home.

He had barely introduced you to them and then he was leaving you behind all the time. You were worried and scared, but he assured you that would never happen. And you believed him because you loved him.

And then Lydia was born, and you both were over the moon. You stayed home happily caring for your baby and Laurie was by your side the whole time. Things were great and you were so in love with your family.

You got to know the Marches better and you would consider them good friends of yours. But slowly, Laurie would pull away again. Always at the school with Jo. And you understood him helping her and being with his friends, but you needed him.

So, you proposed a trip to Europe to rekindle the flame. Laurie was excited for the trip and happily planned the trip with you. You spent a whole year traveling around with your family and when you returned home, you were pregnant with Oli.

And now you were here.

Alone.

“MOMMY,” shouted Lydia causing you to jump and Oli to cry louder. You were getting a headache and you held Oli closer and ran toward her voice.

You found Lydia downstairs throwing a tantrum. Banging her head on the floor and kicking. You gasped and put Oli down on his little playpen as you ran to your daughter. “Lydia Elizabeth  Laurence, what are you going?” You questioned with as much authority as you could.

She cried and when you tried to reach for her, she rolled away, crying louder. Between her and Oli you couldn’t hold it on anymore and you broke down. You sobbed and clutched your chest. You were struggling to breathe, and you felt like a failure, as both a mother and a wife.

Lydia was confused seeing you so down and she was instantly done with her tantrum. “Mommy?” she asked worriedly, wrapping her little arms around you. You hugged her back and willing yourself to get under control. You hugged each other for a few minutes as you worked to calm down.

“I’m fine, my love. I’m fine,” you said pulling back from the hug and brushing her hair out of her face. “I’m sorry, Mommy got a bit overwhelmed. You know how you get upset sometimes and you can control your feelings”—she nodded—“That was like that.”

She patted your cheek and hugged you once more. “Mommy it’s okay. I’m sorry for having a tantrum.”

“It’s fine, why don’t we go in the garden? I know you wanted to go pick flowers with Papa, but I can do it with you. Maybe the fresh air would do Oli some good,” you suggested.

She nodded and you got to your feet and grabbed your little baby. His watery eyes met yours and you smothered him in kisses. Grabbing Lydia’s hand, you walked out into the backyard into the little garden that you and Laurie planted when you first married.

Lydia giggled and ran around looking at the flowers. “Should we mix some and put them all over the house?” She suggested running back over to you.

“That sounds amazing,” you said, “Why don’t you give me a few seconds to try to settle, Oli?”

She frowned but looked at Oli. She walked closer and stood on her toes. You bent down and Lydia pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran off again.

You walked around in the garden before sitting next to the flowers. You grabbed one and waved it around in front of him. His brows furrowed and he started sniffling. You smiled down at him and kissed his nose. “Are you ready to eat now?” You said pulling him closer and guiding him to your nipple. You sighed in relief when he began to suck.

Later you placed a vase of flowers on the table in Lydia’s room. She grins sleepily from her bed at you. “They are so pretty, mommy,” she said, yawning.

“They are, like you are,” you said, poking her nose. She giggled more and snuggled under her blanket. You grabbed her stuffed Fox that Laurie brought her, and she tucked it under her arms. “I wish Papa was here to see my flowers,” she said.

“You can show him in the morning, he will be so sorry that he missed picking him up,” you assured him. Laurie hadn’t returned home, and you were upset. It was one thing to abandon you but to get your daughter's hopes up you couldn’t forgive.

“I will show him first thing,” she said closing her eyes. You rubbed her back until her breathing evened out. Kissing her forehead, you left her room, went into the nursery, and checked on Oli who was sleeping peacefully.

You rubbed his little head before leaving to go to your room. You were undressed when there was a knock on your door and Laurie walked in. He smiled happily when he saw you and made his way over to you.

“Hello, darling. How was your day?” Laurie asked coming over to kiss your cheek.

You scoffed. You were exhausted and upset with him. How could he pretend like he wasn’t gone before you even woke up this morning. “My day? It was right awful.”

His brows furrowed and your face softened with how much he reminded you of Oli in the garden earlier. But you thought about all the stress of the day, of the week, months, and years and you glared at him.

“What is the matter?”

“You’ve been gone all day, Laurie. I needed you here. I needed you home and help with the children. You promised Lydia you would pick flowers with her.”

“I’m, I completely forgot about Lydia I will pick flowers with her tomorrow and take her into town for a new dress,” he said simply as if it was an easy fix.

“You think that is enough?” You asked.

“Yes?”

“Laurie you are never home. Never here. I am all alone and it’s overwhelming, I need you. We are a team,” you complained.

“Calm down. I said I am sorry,” he said.

“Calm down? I haven’t been able to calm down all day because I’ve been trying to take care of our children.”

“You are overrating. I am home a lot. Jo just needed my help, and I couldn’t abandon her.”

You laughed, “You couldn’t abandon her. Does she not have a husband of her own? Must she always need mine?”

“I am not going to have this conversation with you right now,” he said beginning to undress.

“Then when we will have it? What if Jo needs you tomorrow?” You said sarcastically.

“You are overrating.”

“And you don’t care.”

“Of course, I care. Just Jo needed me,” he stressed.

“So, you can abandon me? Your wife and your children?”

Laurie rolled his eyes and walked away from you. Tears of frustration filled your eyes. You never hated anyone before in your life, but you hated your husband. He broke not just your heart but your children.

“Do you love her?” you asked.

Laurie paused and glanced over his shoulder at you. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said crossing your arms over your chest. “There is no other reason for you to abandon us.”

“I didn’t abandon,” he said annoyed.

“You are a liar. You are gone all the time. Do you care more about them than you do our family?

Laurie groaned tugging on his hair. “Of course, I do. They are my family. I’ve known them my whole life. I imagine my whole life with them,” he shouted.

You jumped slightly; Laurie had never shouted at you before. You opened your mouth, but Oli began to cry. You sighed and tears ran down your face. You wiped them quickly and stared Laurie in the eyes. “Fine, if they are your family then you should leave and be with them. I am sorry that you didn’t get your dream to marry her.”

“Hey, wait,” he said, his eyes wide and full of regret. He reached out for you, but you pushed his hand away.

“No, don’t touch me. I don’t even know who you are anymore,” you said sadly.

“Don’t say that. I-I’m sorry, please, darling.” Laurie tried to reach for you again, but the damage was done. You couldn’t look at him.

“Was Jo the one you were heartbroken over when we met?”

“Darling please.”

“Answer me, Theodore.”

His eyes filled with tears and Oli was still crying from his room. Your heart felt as if it was ripped out of your chest, crushed under his boot and replaces.

“Yes, but that was a long time ago. I do not love Jo like that anymore you have to believe me,” he tried to reach for you a third time. Trying to grab you and make thing right, but you shoved his hands off of you.

“No, I don’t believe you. And I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. Theodore  Laurence, I want nothing to do with you,” you said breaking Laurie’s heart as you walked out of the room.

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The Sleep Over (part 2)

Part 1

Ship: Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader

Summary: Smutty part 2 of The Sleep Over fanfic

Warnings: SMUT (mdni), swearing, oral (f receiving obviously because it’s Eddie), cowgirl position.

Eddie continued passionately kissing you while the two of you were in the basement surrounded by your sleeping friends. A whimper fell from your lips when Eddie held you closer and you felt his hard dick pressing against your leg, that had found its way in between the boy’s legs. It made the both of you stop abruptly to look around and see if someone was asleep. It would’ve been very traumatic for anyone if they woke up to this, specially your brother.

“Come on Eddie, let’s go upstairs to my room” you whispered, pecking his swollen lips one more time. He just silently nodded. He had the most beautiful look on his face, all flushed, plump lips and pupils blown up.

You grabbed his hand and slowly led him to your bedroom, tryin to avoid all of the creaky wooden tiles on the floor and the stairs and closing your door slowly to avoid making any further noises. Immediately after, Eddie turned you around, grabbing you with both hands by the cheeks and kissing you deeply once again, pinning you against the door softly. You moaned when his tongue yet again entered your mouth and you then les him to your bed, where the both of you laid down side by side. That is until Eddie started inspecting your bedside table and found a polaroid picture of you in your underwear.

“Oh Henderson, I didn’t know you were this naughty” he teased with a beautiful smirk in his lips, holding the picture between two fingers showing it you as if you hadn’t taken it yourself. To cute him off, you laid on top of his laying form, straddling him, and kissed him.

“You can keep it if you want, it seems like you like it a little too much” you said looking down at the growing tent in his pants, the one you were now sitting on top off.

“Fuuuuck, you’re hot” he said between kisses.

He turned you around, pinning you against the bed on top of you. He took off your shirt and your pants and before you knew it, you were in your underwear, exposed to him. You tapped his side two times and he understood what you meant, taking his shirt off and exposing his tattoo filled torso. The sound of kissing and moaning filled the room.

“Can I take these off princess?” He said hooking a finger on your black lacy panties.

“Mhm, please Eddie” you whined as he took them off.

“What do you want princess, hm? Ooo you’re so wet. Want to taste this pretty pussy, is that ok baby?” He said looking at you in the eyes.

“Mhm! Yes Eddie please!” he then proceeded to shush you, concerned the noise would wake up the rest of the people in the house.

“It’s not like I don’t want to brag about the fact that I’m sleeping with the hottest girl in all Hawkins, sweetheart. I don’t think the rest of the people would appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night by your pretty moans. Specially your brother. Your moans are just for me, baby” he said and proceeded to latch his mouth on your clit, making it harder for you to stay quiet.

Eddie lapped at your clit skillfully, like a starved man. He then inserted his ring and middle fingers into your pussy making a come hither motion. This made you squirm under his touch and Eddie pushed you into the bed, pinning your hips down.

“Stay put while I eat you out, good girl” the nickname made you whimper lightly “oh you like that huh baby? Noted” he said before continuing his attack on your clit. You were so close already.

“Eddie! I-I’m gonna come!” You whisper-shouted.

“Come on my tongue baby come on. Come on my tongue” he encouraged as your orgasm washed over you, filling you in pure bliss.

“Mmh Eddie!” You whined

“What do you want princess, use your words”

“I need you Eddie please! I need you to fuck me!” You begged to the man in front of you.

“Fuck baby ok, go ahead. Use me for your pleasure princess, I’m all yours” he said laying down.

You started undoing Eddie’s belt and took off his trousers, leaving him in his underwear. Eddie sighed when you proceeded to free his hard cock out of his underwear and pumping it softly before sitting on top of his thighs, drooling over his dick. You rolled a condom on his dick before sitting on him, trying to take all of him inside you, you both let out moans filled with pure bliss in sync. You rode him till your hearts content, Eddie loving every second of it.

“Shit sweetheart… I’m gonna come…” he moaned bending upwards to hug you while you rode him.

“Mmh Eddie! Please come! I need you to come Eddie please! I’m so close too…” you said hiding your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his sweet spot.

He then came inside the condom as you orgasmed all over his cock, you squirmed hugging him. You seated on your bed as Eddie slowly made his way to the bathroom in front of your bedroom to grab a towel and cleaned you up. He then laid down beside you and draped his arm around your shoulders as you cuddled on his chest. He kissed your head as he said.

“You’re so pretty Y/N, so gorgeous” you looked up at him.

“And you’re so perfect Eddie Munson” you kissed his cheek, before the both of you drifted to sleep.

The next morning everyone wondered where you two had gone. Your excuse: Gareth was snoring very loudly and you two couldn’t sleep, so you went upstairs to watch a movie. The younger kids believed your lie (thank god your brother didn’t catch on) but the rest of the older hellfire boys didn’t believe shit. When the younger guys left the basement to get some breakfast, Gareth, Jeff and Doug looked you two up and down and left, making you and Eddie bend in laughter.

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⭒ HOUSE OF BALLOONS ⭒

synopsis: a party and a couple drinks has you making bad decisions. or are they good?

pairings: dina x reader, ellie x reader, abby x reader

content warnings: this is a reader’s choice fic. smut is included in all parts! mdni!

author’s note: i had this idea last night when i was thinking about dbh and lis and just how much i love choice games so i thought “what about a choice fanfic?” i’m not sure if this has ever been done on here before but i did look it up and couldn’t find anything so! PLEASE let me know what choice you end up picking!! feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!

you did not want to be at this fucking party. little black dress hiking up your thighs as music blared over the speakers. everything was hot and sweaty and claustrophobic.

you’d only decided to come for your best friend dina, who had begged you for weeks to join her. it was house of balloons themed and she said she’d die if you missed it. so you caved in.

you found yourself hiding in the kitchen with a bad feeling in your stomach. that must mean either abby or ellie had arrived. ellie, the campus dealer, had played your heart one too many times. often luring you in with her aura and comforting smile, only to toss you when she saw someone prettier walk in the room.

you were tired of her fucking you and fucking with your feelings.

abby had done the same thing, often swooping in after ellie to comfort you. she’d kiss your tears away but when the sultry nights ended she’d act like she didn’t even know your name.

much to your dismay, your gut is correct, a very happy abby walks into the kitchen after you. she hesitates before joining you in the corner, playfully grabbing your phone out of your hand. “this little thing is going to make your life pass you by.”

“give it back, abby.” you huff, reaching for your device. she holds her hand up and it becomes impossible to reach. you shoot her a mean blow to the side but she doesn’t falter. it only makes her laugh. “you’re feisty tonight.” she says simply before checking your phone for the time.

you prepare to attempt to grab your phone again when you see ellie sit next to dina. you shoot abby a suggestive “we’re not done yet” glare before storming over to the two. “hey williams. i believe you have something that belongs to me?”

during your last very heated and very short makeout session at a party, not too different from this one, you’d misplaced your friendship bracelet. it was one that dina had made you herself. you were sure ellie had slipped it in her pocket as a keepsake and were too embarrassed at your actions to mention it again. a rush of adrenaline had rendered embarrassment useless right now.

“oh yeah that. we should talk about that. follow me out to the balcony?” she asks. before you can respond, dina grabs your hand.

“no i think she should stay here. right y/n?”

there’s a tension in the air. you look between them both, and then over your shoulder at the blonde taking pictures of herself on your phone.

stay with dina

go with ellie to the balcony

retrieve your phone from abby

[dontknowwhatyouheard]

Something Special 2

A/N: I’m new to this whole fanfic writing thing so go easy on me. I’m very open to feedback. Also, be informed that I’m bad at getting my ideas onto paper but I’m even worse with grammar, so don’t eat me up on that lol.

Paring: Dark Beefy CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ all ageless bios with be blocked, non-con, Somnophilia, G!P Wanda Maximoff, legal age gap r is 21 Wanda is 38, dark!fic, stalking, cockwarmimg. lmk if I missed something Summary: Y/N is falling on hard times but Wanda is there to pick up the pieces Word Count: 1010

Chap 1 Chap 3

This is all so new for Wanda. Never before has she been so eager to meet someone. After your interaction at the store and your little escapade together in your apartment, she hasn’t been able to get you off her mind. She just knew she had to have you, you were struggling and she needed to save you. Even if it meant asking an old friend for a favor. Wanda was finally able to tear her eyes away from her computer screen as she finally had a plan to set into motion.

"This is all for you, Sugar; Daddy will have you all to herself soon." She scrolled till she came across the contact she was looking for. Kate Bishop. Kate Bishop was the wealthiest CEO in the area and had lots of connections which is just what Wanda needed.  

The phone rang twice before being answered. "Wanda Maximoff, to what do I owe the pleasure?" someone on the other end of the telephone sang. 

"I'm in need of a favor." She let out a sigh. 

"Not even a 'hello' after not calling for months," Kate smugly observed.

Wanda considered hanging up since she despised Kate's arrogance. They were always at each other's throats throughout high school, fighting for popularity. And Kate was usually at the top. 

 Wanda knew it was a big favor she was about to ask for, but she was hoping Kate would take it easy on her this time.

“Kate, I need you to evict one of your tenants.” 

“Wha-“

"I'll pay you whatever you want, please, because this is important." She begs, oblivious to how desperate she sounds. On the other end, Kate sighs. 

"I'm not interested in your money, Wanda. If I evict this tenant you're requesting, I'll need a lot more than that, and I'm not confident you'll be willing to give me what I want." Kate answered smugly, a smirk on her face. 

"Anything Kate, please." She didn't care if she sounded desperate; she'd give anything in the world to be with you. 

"Wands, who is the tenant?"

"Y/N Y/L/N she's staying in one of your brownstone apartments." 

"All right, Wanda, I want one of your companies, specifically your computer engineers."

Wanda's computer engineering firm was not just her first, but also her most profitable. She'd be able to live lavishly and then some if she gave this company away, but she'd take a huge hit. She paused momentarily to consider her options, but she knew she had her answer when she went to her computer and saw you crying because of your predicament. 

"It's yours," Wanda replied, "so consider it done," Kate remarked as Wanda hung up the phone.

"I hope you know how much I love you, Sugar," she whispered as she rubbed her bulge through her boxers. "After this, I'll be able to take care of you and make sure you have everything you need." She said to the computer screen.

Wanda was aroused at the thought of meeting you, but she realized that if she didn't leave within the hour, she wouldn't be able to "accidentally" run into you at your workplace. Instead, she stood up and took a cold shower. 

——-

You hadn't realized how long you'd been crying until you looked at your clock and raced out of bed. You were rushing out the door and hadn't noticed the sign on your door. You could only pray that your boss wouldn't fire you for being late again. 

When you finally arrived at the cafe, you got situated before opening the shop. Your first customer was a familiar face from the day before. It was the lady who bought your groceries. 

"How may I help you today, ma'am?"

 "Why so formal?" she asked, smiling. "I would like a small, vanilla frappe." 

"Coming right up, can I get a name for your order?"

“Wanda“ she said confidently “how much do I owe you“

You smiled at her “It's on the house as a thank you for yesterday” 

She reached into her pants pocket and pulled down and $100 bill anyway “Keep the change, if you want to thank me, you can give me your number”

You were debating whether or not to put your number on her drink as you were mixing it. But when you finished the drink, you figured you had nothing to lose and wrote your phone number on the side of the cup where you knew she'd find it. 

"Wanda," you called out. As she approached the counter to get her drink, her hand brushed against yours. 

“Thank you, Sugar,“ she said before leaving the cafe.

——-

Finally, you arrived home. Wanda has been the only thing on your mind all day. You were about to open the door with a happy sigh when you noticed the sign on your door. You couldn't believe it; it was an eviction notice. You were aware that you were past due on your rent for the previous month, but your landlord assured you that it would not be an issue. You instantly ripped the notice from your door and hurried inside, sat on your bed, stared at the notice, and wept until you had no more tears. What the fuck were you going to do now? The idea of having to live on the street terrified you like no other, so you decided it would be best if you slept so you’d be able to think things over in the morning. 

Once Wanda was certain you were sound asleep. She crept in through your window again, just like the night before. She felt horrible seeing you cry like that, and she wanted nothing more than to soothe you, so she climbed into bed and undressed. She removed the covers from your nude body. Her cock was hard as she went into your pussy slowly. She didn't move because she didn't want to fuck you; she just found this comforting and thought it would comfort you as well.

"Don't worry, Sugar; everything will be fine soon."

[vintagemulti]

a psa for those writing for johnny “soap” mctavish

as much as a love the works you’re all writing, a lot of people really don’t know how to write a scottish character (and that’s ok !!!! we get like no rep so) so as a scottish writer, i figured i should help you guys out a little bit.

dialogue

johnny has a VERYYY strong accent as i’m sure anyone can work out

however this doesn’t mean he’s suddenly speaking a different language

yes, a lot of slang is used and for a basic definition of scottish slang and how they should be used; use this ! if you have no idea of slang i’d recommend reading through every word

although we like to use slang, i can promise you that if we’re with someone that wouldn’t understand a word of it / someone who’s first language isn’t english, we wouldn’t speak fully scot (for example if johnny was speaking to alejandro or rudy)

there’s absolutely nothing to suggest he can speak gaelic. yeah i know this is an obvious one but i have seen a few people slip gaelic into his dialogue and that’s super duper inaccurate

barely anyone in scotland speaks gaelic (unless you’re up very high north or maybe in the isles). it’s actually almost an extinct language because the english pretty much wiped it out when we got colonised.

something i love to see is when he mumbles little scottish things under his breath. accurate af.

we say shite more than shit. and never ever will a scottish person say ass. it’s arse all the way.

we don’t call people (especially if you’re sleeping with someone !!!!) lass. or lassie. we call kids that.

pet names are normally along the lines of love, hen (my personal fave), sweetheart, little lady, bonnie (sometimes)

also, shagging is sex. shag, shagged, shagger. yeah.

mum not mom. maw, more commonly.

all that being said he does use a loottttt of slang so honestly go ham i love seeing scots language get used because it’s not been used in fanfic like ever before

culture

seen a few people write soap going mad for st andrews day

yeah no we don’t to that lol i barely every remember that it’s actually st andrews day

also, we aren’t all completely versed on celtic mythology. i could barely tell you the first thing about it.

in scotland we’re all kind of touchy, like we’ll greet people with a hug and stand weirdly close to each other so if that’s something you’re writing about it’s important to note that our personal space is really small

not sure where people get this idea from but scotland isn’t all sheep and highlands and fairies and like little huts

yes we have that but we’re a really modern nation and wayyy to many people have a weird perception of scotland

my man is literally from like glasgow (his accent sounds glasgow but don’t quote me on that) he’s not a farmer or anything

we swear. a lot.

KILTS. not skirts, very common to wear in scotland to events like weddings, christenings, anything formal really.

cunt isn’t a horrible word i literally everyone a cunt, sometimes it’s used affectionately

misc.

if you’re gonna write about scottish politics i beg you research it. johnnys probably pro independence and an SNP voter. google it for context

we’re really loud. and we talk really fast. yes, other characters are gonna be confused af

irn bru !!!!!!!!! it’s a scottish drink and ive seen one person mention it and i just about cried i loved it

in scotland you can vote at 16 and join the army at 16 if that’s relevant to you

if you’re going to write about something you don’t know anything about, either do research or ask someone scottish (im more than happy to help!!)

please don’t take these as complaints or anything !! it’s just very very off putting to see people make massive misconceptions and conclusions about scotland! i love that we’re finally getting some hype. anyways ask about anything!! <3

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The Doll House - A Toji x Reader Fanfic Part 2

You’re in love with Toji, even after finding out he trains sex dolls at the Doll House. Taking a chance, you sell yourself to the Doll House so he can be your trainer, and you bet him that you can make him fall for you by the end of the training.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Toji’s. I’m not sure how many parts it will have. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Short Fem Reader. Cock drunk reader. Age difference (Reader is 20, Toji is 38). Size difference kink. Oral sex. Fingering. Use of aphrodisiacs. Divider by @benkeibear!

Toji looks down at the doll sitting on her knees between his parted thighs, running her wet tongue along the underside of his cock, from his balls to his tip. She takes as much of him into her mouth as possible, but he’s just too big. Any more than halfway and she’s choking. Doesn’t stop her from trying though, bless her cock hungry little heart. 

It’s been nearly two weeks since he began training her, and she’s gotten extremely good at giving head. She pays close attention to what Toji likes, what little movements or techniques make him grunt or twitch. Usually the dolls he trains are so focused on their own pleasure, on satisfying their own hunger for dick, that they don’t put much effort into pleasing him. 

There are several ways this doll is different. Like usual, he fucks every hole she has every single day, normally multiple times. And like any other doll she begs for it, constantly wanting to be stuffed full of him. She can take all of him now, though she’s still so tight it feels like his dick is in a vice grip when it’s buried in that tiny pussy of hers. 

But unlike any other doll, she wants more from him. She asks him questions about himself all the time. What’s his favorite color? His favorite food? What types of music does he like? Where did he grow up? What’s his family like?

He’s answered some of these, and she was surprised when he told her he has a son. But then she smiled and said, “I hope I can meet him someday.”

“You might get to,” he’d told her. “Whenever I can’t find someone to watch him, I have to bring him to work with me.”

She’d gaped at him with a horrified expression. “You bring your son here?!”

He’d laughed then. “Don’t look at me that way! It’s not like I bring him into the room to watch! I hooked a PlayStation up in one of the empty rooms. I leave him in there with some snacks and he’s fine. I tell the other trainers so they can make sure their dolls are dressed in the dining hall.”

“Oh. That doesn’t sound as terrible as I thought,” she said. “It’s still not good though. I mean he knows what goes on here, right? Or at least has a vague idea.”

Toji had shrugged. “I don’t know what that kid is aware of. He hardly speaks to me. But he gets along with the others. It’s like he has four cool uncles.”

“Don’t you mean five?”

Toji grimaced. “Sukuna isn’t allowed to speak to him anymore. One day my kid asked him why there was always screaming coming from his room. He could have made up anything. But he looks my nine year old right in the face and says, ‘Because I’m torturing a woman in there.’  After that, Sukuna’s cool uncle privileges were revoked.”

She had laughed, despite being mildly disturbed. He’d laughed too, and it struck him then: he’d never had a conversation like this with a doll he was training. It was all sex all the time. They didn’t care about his personal life and he didn’t care about theirs. They had nothing to talk about besides what was for dinner or where he wanted them to bend over next. 

He was reminded of the times he’d chatted with her in the convenience store. She’d always been so easy to talk to, so friendly and cheerful. He tries not to remember that. He’s always made a conscious effort to not view his dolls as people with lives outside this house. Because that makes it easier to fuck them over and over again and then turn them over to the next guy who will do the same. All the dolls accepted to the Doll House willingly sign their contracts. The owner doesn’t take women who are clearly being sold off against their will, but most of them sign because they’re desperate in some way. Toji prefers not to think about that. 

But this new doll actually wants to get to know him. He knows he shouldn’t encourage that behavior, but she was already in love with him before the training started. Is there any point in trying to keep her from getting too attached?

Even the way she sucks his cock is different. She absolutely devours it, taking it so far down her throat that it feels like she’s trying to swallow it, but the way she looks at it, and him in general, is different. She doesn’t just look at him with lust in her eyes. There’s a genuine affection he hasn’t seen since… Well, he hasn’t seen it in a long time. 

And when he cums in her mouth, completely coating her throat, tongue, lips, she looks up at his face and smiles so sweetly. Like he just did her a favor. 

A shame she won’t be reserving that look for him much longer. 

********************

You get to your feet as you lick your lips, making sure to swallow every last drop of Toji’s beloved cum. You’re not satisfied. Not in the least. It’s late in the evening and he’s only fucked your pussy once today. So you go over to the dresser and bend over onto it, looking behind you and wiggling your bare ass. 

“Toji… fill me up, please?”

He gets up from the chair he’d been sitting in and saunters over to you, his slow pace driving you mad. He’s still dressed, but his pants are unzipped and his still hard cock is hanging out. The “aphrodisiacs” you both take every day have some strange side effects. One of them being Toji’s ability to stay hard even after cumming multiple times. 

Lately he’s been increasing the dose he gives you. You’re not sure why. You don’t think you even need it to begin with. You spent countless nights touching yourself while imagining being fucked by him, way before he ever gave you the first dose. But he’s the trainer, and you agreed to do as he said. 

He doesn’t really have any rules aside from insisting you take the aphrodisiacs. You can go anywhere in the house aside from the other trainers’ personal rooms and can even leave the house if you want, so long as you return by nightfall. You’ve never left since you got here though. You don’t want to waste a single moment that you could be spending with Toji. 

One of the biggest perks of being his doll is that you’ve been given a front row seat to his life. You get to see exactly how he spends his time, what his routines are. 

Every morning he takes a shower, grabs breakfast in the dining hall (sometimes you go with him and the two of you eat there together but most often he simply brings two plates back to his room), and then the two of you spend a few hours doing various things. Mostly fucking, though sometimes things get a little adventurous and you play strip poker together or even watch each other masturbate at the same time. Toji doesn’t seem picky about the activity. As long as it results in him cumming multiple times in a row, he’s up for anything. 

Lunch is always snacks or microwaved meals from the convenience store. He doesn’t seem to like what’s usually on the lunch menu in the dining hall. You sometimes get lunch there by yourself. 

In the afternoons, Toji often works out. There’s an exercise room at the house with some pretty impressive equipment. You suppose that explains how all the trainers have such perfect physiques. You love watching Toji lift weights or even run on the treadmill, your eyes glued to his sculpted form as his muscles move beneath his clothes. By the time he’s finished, you’re absolutely drenched and practically dragging him back to his room. Once you were so horny you locked the door to the exercise room and hiked your skirt up while he was doing pull ups. You ended up hanging from the bar by your trembling hands while he fucked you mercilessly from below. 

On some evenings, Toji goes to check on his son Megumi. You hate being without him for a couple of hours, but you understand that it’s important for him to go. You’re dying to ask about Megumi’s mother. You know she’s no longer in the picture, as Megumi is staying with other relatives, but you don’t know if she died or just ran off and abandoned the family. You’ve danced around the edges of the topic, but never directly addressed it. 

There’s a sorrow buried deep in Toji’s eyes whenever you get close to mentioning her, when you ask other, related questions hoping to get more information. “Why is Megumi staying with relatives?” “Does he look more like you?” “What did you do before you became a trainer?” All were asked in the hopes that he would talk about her, but he very pointedly never mentioned her. So you’ve stopped asking those sorts of questions. Obviously, thinking about her hurts him, and you love him enough to want to avoid that. 

Now, as Toji grips your waist with his large, strong hands and rams his enormous cock into your eager pussy, you lose track of your thoughts. The only thing on your mind is the feeling of his powerful thrusts, the rhythm he builds, his skin against yours. 

You’re bent over the dresser, the few items he has there scattered across the floor now. You can see him in the mirror behind you, can see his handsome face, slightly flushed from the exertion of absolutely pounding you. He sees your reflection watching him and grins at you, the charming scar on his mouth stretching slightly. As if to give you a treat, he pulls his shirt over his head, allowing you to get a good look at his muscular body. 

After a moment, you glance at your own face in the mirror, and hardly recognize it. Your hair is a mess, your face red, your mouth hanging slightly open, a sheen on your lips from Toji’s cum, and your eyes… They look different somehow, like tinted glass. Is this what they call a “blissed out” face? 

“Harder,” you mutter between moans. 

“What was that?” Toji asks. 

“Harder! Please!” you cry, suddenly feeling like it’s not enough unless he’s all the way in you womb. Is this because of the aphrodisiacs? You’re so needy today. 

He leans over onto you, his chest against your back, and whispers, “Sure you can handle that?”

You meet his gaze in the mirror. “I can handle anything if it’s from you.”

“If you say so,” he says, then suddenly straightens up and lifts you into the air, holding you in front of him by your hips. You’re folded in half in midair, your arms and legs dangling above the floor. You look in the mirror and watch him relentlessly drill into your limp body, with you hanging in front of him like a literal rag doll. 

“Ahhh… Toji! S-so deep…” you cry out, your body jerking in time with his thrusts. 

*****************

The doll feels light as a feather in Toji’s grasp as he holds her body in front of him, fucking her so hard she has tears in her eyes. But she wants this, evidenced by the look of sheer joy on her face, the pretty lilting moans floating up from her lips. 

There’s something lurid about how small and helpless she looks in the mirror, as he literally uses her body like a living fleshlight, when combined with her obvious arousal. The “aphrodisiacs”, as he calls them, are working. She’s becoming more and more obsessed with having his cock inside her, with being fucked as hard as possible. This is the key to his training: making the dolls want to be fucked all the time. Making them hungry for it. 

Dolls trained by Toji are in high demand among straight male buyers. After all, who among them doesn’t want a beautiful woman who constantly begs for their dick? The other trainers cater to more specialized tastes, but Toji covers a wider clientele. 

Getting his dolls hooked on his dick isn’t that hard. Toji is aware that he’s attractive. He may not be “pretty” like Gojo or Geto, but he’s got the sort of body that almost everyone who likes men finds irresistible. And he’s very good at what he does. He knows exactly how to hit every sweet spot, how to make women cum repeatedly on his cock. 

No, the challenge is in getting his dolls hooked on cock in general, so that their addiction to him will easily transfer to their owners. The Doll House is a classy establishment. They’re picky about their buyers. So while they may not all be handsome, at the very least, none of them are disgusting. Personal hygiene, dressing well, and having a background free of violence are all very important. 

But this doll claims to be in love with Toji, says she’s had feelings for him for two years. Getting her to transfer those feelings will definitely be a tough job. But Toji can do it. His training is thorough. Looking at her glazed eyes in the mirror, he can see that she’s losing herself to the pleasure. 

He rams into her, hitting a spot that makes her scream, and then she’s cumming, twitching in his grip. Her pussy is already ridiculously tight, but when she climaxes she clamps down on him, squeezing him until he fills her completely with his cum. 

She’s still quivering as he pulls her off his cock and flips her around, now holding her in his arms bridal style. She curls against his chest, her face nearly hidden. “I love you, Toji.”

He carries her to the bed and covers her up, then steps out of the room. He hears voices from the dining hall, so he follows them to find Gojo and Nanami sitting at one of the tables, talking. It’s way past dinner time, so it’s no surprise that the room is empty aside from them. There’s a steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of Nanami and in front of Gojo, some sort of ice cream-cookie-brownie monstrosity that makes Toji’s teeth hurt just to look at. 

Toji walks over to the table but doesn’t sit down. He looks at Gojo and says, “You’re between dolls right now, right?”

Gojo grins as he shoves a spoonful of dessert into his mouth. “Yeah. My little puppy princess left yesterday. Why?” But before Toji can answer, Gojo says, “Oh right! It’s about that time, huh?”

Toji nods. “So can you come around this time tomorrow night?”

Gojo gives him a thumbs up while he chews, then replies after swallowing. “I’ll be there!”

Nanami looks at both of them with disapproval, but doesn’t say anything, instead taking a drink of his coffee. He’s between dolls as well, but Toji knows better than to ask for his help. 

Part of Toji’s training is getting his dolls to want cock even if it’s not his. And so, after a couple of weeks, he gets his fellow trainers to help out by fucking the doll he’s training. Nanami refused the first time Toji asked, and made it clear he would never change his mind. The others will usually do it if they’re not currently training a doll. Sukuna will regardless of whether or not he has a doll at the time, but Toji prefers not to ask him. The man is a bit unsettling even to the other trainers. 

Gojo is Toji’s first pick. The man can drive women wild with a glance, and Toji’s dolls are always excited about the chance to fuck him. 

After confirming the plans with Gojo, Toji returns to his room and sits down on the bed next to his sleeping doll. She’s smiling in her sleep, probably dreaming of being fucked real good. He brushes the hair from her face with one hand, wondering, far from the first time, what she could possibly love about him.

“Poor thing,” he says quietly. “You’re gonna lose this bet.”

*********************

The next morning, after breakfast, Toji gives you the slightly increased dose of aphrodisiacs. Within minutes you feel the familiar heat spreading through your body, the building urge to tear your clothes off and fling yourself into Toji’s arms. 

As your mind races through different ideas for sexy shenanigans you can get into today, Toji sits down in one of the two chairs in his room and says, “I think I’m coming down with something.” For emphasis, he coughs lightly. 

You look up at him in alarm. “Oh no, are you feeling sick? What’s bothering you?”

He rubs his neck. “My throat’s a little sore. I’ll be fine in a day or two. I never stay sick long. But I better not exert myself today.”

You nod, understanding what he means. No wild fucking today. You wish he’d told you this before giving you the aphrodisiac, but what’s done is done. You walk over to him. “I can just suck you off today. That would be okay, right?”

He stops you before you can drop to your knees. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t wanna get my heart beating fast.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t think of that. Well can I do anything to make you feel better? A back rub? Or if they’ll let me use the kitchen I can make you some soup or…”

He holds a hand up to stop you. “No, you don’t need to do anything. Thanks anyway. I’m just gonna get some rest.”

You watch as he climbs into bed. You resist the urge to tuck him in. Acting like a wife might overstep a boundary for him. But now you’re left standing here, incredibly horny. With no other options available, you go to the bathroom to masturbate. It feels hollow and unsatisfying without Toji there to make it interesting, but it does ease a bit of the ache. 

The rest of the day is spent watching tv on low volume so as not to disturb Toji’s rest, with frequent trips to the bathroom to relieve the pressure of your arousal. Once you even sit on the floor beside Toji’s bed and pleasure yourself to the sounds of his breathing. Have you always been this desperate? 

At dinner, you go to the dining hall and fetch plates for the both you and Toji. You try to find foods that would make Toji feel better while also keeping his tastes in mind. When you wake him up, he eats the dinner you brought without complaint, and seems to be feeling better. Maybe he’s not getting sick after all? Maybe he’s just tired. 

After he’s finished eating, he looks at the clock, then stands up and walks to the mini fridge. “Time for your evening dose,” he says. 

You look at him in confusion. “Oh, I thought I wouldn’t be taking it tonight. With you feeling bad and all.”

He brings the bottle over and hands it to you. “You can’t just stop. Part of the training is getting your body used to this.”

You hold the cold bottle in your hands. “But today was really hard on me. I wanted you so bad but I couldn’t touch you. I don’t know if I can handle more of that.”

He grins at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight. Drink up.”

“Oh, are you feeling better now?” you ask, opening the lid and downing the liquid. 

“Not really,” Toji says, “but I’ve made arrangements to make sure you’re satisfied.”

What does that mean? Did he get some toys to use while he’s sick? That’s not exactly satisfying but you suppose if Toji is the one using them on you, they could be fun. 

Almost immediately, you feel it. The aphrodisiacs have never hit you this fast before, or this hard. You’re suddenly feverish, your face flushing red, your skin feeling prickly. There’s a growing dampness between your legs, and you drop into the nearby chair, your arms wrapped around yourself, your thighs pressed tightly together. 

“Toji… I think something’s wrong.”

He looks at you calmly. “What do you mean?” he asks, though you get the impression he knows exactly what you mean. 

“I’m feeling it too much. It’s… too strong,” you mutter, your body beginning to tremble. You stand up and cross the room to him. “Please fuck me! I can’t wait any longer! You can use your fingers or… or anything!”

In your hysteria, you shove one hand under your skirt, rubbing yourself through your panties. 

“You’ll be fine. I’m sick so I can’t take care of you myself, but I’m not gonna leave you hanging,” Toji says, ushering you over to the bed and sitting you down on it. 

Your mind can barely register what he’s saying. “Please, Toji! It’s like I’m on fire! Please make it stop! I need your cock inside me! I need-“

There’s a knock at Toji’s door. It’s such a rare occurrence that it distracts you from your madness. Toji goes to open it, and you watch, partly in a daze, as Gojo walks in. You’ve met him many times in the dining hall. He always seems friendly, and you remember thinking, the first time you saw him, that he’s a very beautiful man. He doesn’t compare to Toji, of course, but there’s an otherworldly quality to his features that’s quite striking. 

Toji throws a casual arm around the other trainer. “Gojo here is gonna look after you tonight in my place.”

Gojo smiles at you, his blue eyes shining. “I’ll take real good care of you,” he says, walking towards you. “You might even like me better than Toji.”

Huh? What’s going on? Your mind is fuzzy. You look to Toji, and he gives you an approving nod. Gojo gently pushes you onto your back on the bed, then climbs on top of you. All your hazy mind can think is, “Wow, those eyes!” Is this beautiful person really going to fuck you? Toji said it’s okay. Hell, it was his idea! So it must be fine, right? 

Your body is aching to be touched, to be fucked. And there’s a gorgeous man on top of you, squeezing your breasts through your shirt, kissing your neck. Ahhh, it feels so good! Your eyes slide closed as Gojo pushes your shirt up. 

********************

Toji watches Gojo kiss and grope at his doll, in his bed. He’s seen this sight many times before. If not Gojo, it was one of the other trainers. And in all Toji’s years working here, he’s never once been bothered by it. After all, these women didn’t belong to him. He felt no jealousy, no possessiveness. 

So why does he feel so irritated now, watching Gojo grind his still clothed body against this doll as he slowly pulls her clothes off, leaving her in nothing but panties. Gojo’s tongue on her nipple, Gojo’s fingers stroking her pussy through the fabric, the sharp little moans she’s making…. All of it irritates Toji. He’s almost definitely won the bet now, but he doesn’t feel like he’s won anything. In fact, he feels like he just lost something. 

He looks away, turning his back to the scene. But just a moment later, he hears her voice.

“Wait.”

Toji turns back to look at the bed, where the doll has her hands on Gojo’s chest, pushing him back. 

Gojo has stopped touching her and looks down. “Something wrong?”

She glances at Toji and then back to Gojo. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this with you. I appreciate you offering to help me out, but the only person I want is Toji.”

Gojo gives her a sultry look that would make most women buckle. “Are you sure?”

She nods, her face still flushed, her eyes still glazed. “I’m sure.”

Gojo gets up from the bed and heads for the door. He opens it, then turns back with a smile and says, “See you guys tomorrow!” 

Then he’s gone, and Toji is left alone in the room with his very cute, very horny, mostly naked doll. She’s still lying in his bed, breathing hard, staring at him. “I only want you,” she says. “I’ll wait for you. I can endure this until you feel better.”

Suddenly he wants to fuck her more than he ever has before. No doll he’s trained had turned down sex with Gojo before, especially not when they were pumped full of his special “aphrodisiacs” and he’d deprived them of sex all day. 

Maybe Gojo just isn’t her type? It sure didn’t seem that way when Gojo was on top of her. And with his training, she should want sex with anyone. 

He walks over to the bed, his legs carrying him there as if they have a mind of their own. His cock certainly does. It’s been achingly hard all day, even when he was pretending to be asleep. Hearing her quiet moans coming from the bathroom, and even from a few feet away from him, knowing what she was doing and what she wanted from him… it was agony. 

Before he even thinks his actions through, he’s got one hand on her panties, ripping them off with one yank. She gives a little cry of surprise, but her face lights up with joy as she opens her legs to him.  Her pussy is glistening with arousal, waiting for him. 

He doesn’t waste any time. He ignores her questions about how he’s feeling. Right now, he just needs to be completely buried inside her. So he climbs onto the bed while pulling his cock out of his pants, lifts one of her legs into the air while rolling her onto her side, and plunges into her. 

As he rails her there on the bed, he can’t help thinking about the fact that it was almost Gojo doing this. Almost Gojo getting to sheath himself in this sweet, warm, wet little pussy. A pussy meant for Toji. 

From this angle, he can see her face, turned sideways on the pillow. It looks like she’s crying, but it must be tears of happiness, because she’s on the edge of cumming already. 

“Toji… Toji… Toji!”

Hearing her gasp out his name as her pussy desperately clenches his cock does something to him. And before long he’s shooting his load into her body, then watching it ooze out after separating from her. He’s still hard, and she’s still not satisfied. So he rolls her over to start again. 

He’ll have to try something else later. Maybe a different trainer or stronger “aphrodisiacs”. But for right now, in this moment, he only wants to fuck her until she can no longer move. 

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[falling-star-cygnus]

i don’t see enough people making this cytham hc into fics and i absolutely adore it so-

be the fanfic you wish to see in the world {can be seen as 4ggravate, i seem to wheedle it into all my alhaitham thoughts}

“Tighnari.”

A pair of ebony ears flick, a wary pause follows.

“Cyno.” He knew that tone.

“Did you hear-”

“Cyno-”

“Did you hear about-”

“Cyno, please-”

“Did you hear about the elemental orb that asked a question?”

Their begging did nothing. Pained silence was all that answered the Mahamatra. Neither Kaveh or Tighnari were willing to appease him.

Alhaitham only raised a single eyebrow. Which was a feat in itself, really; getting him to look away from his novel.

Clearly, Cyno took that as a sign to continue.

“It was innocculous.”

Tighnari tugged his ears down with a drawn out groan. Kaveh thunked his head down on the table. Or finally passed out from alcohol consumption. Only Buer knew, honestly.

“See the joke is-”

Cyno trailed off, eyes catching on something. Someone.

…Someone was laughing. Muffled and breathy as it was, someone was actually laughing at Cyno’s joke. And it wasn’t a drunk Kaveh.

No, it was Alhaitham.

Tighnari slowly let go of his ears to face the Acting Grand Sage. Cyno was shocked {archons, now he’s affected} into a blissful silence, red in the face with his jaw on the floor.

“We’re all seeing the same thing, right?” Kaveh whispers, as if afraid to be too loud and ruin the moment. His head was still against the table, but turned towards the scribe in disbelief.

Alhaitham was laughing into his hand, snickers turning into chuckles which turned into a quiet wheezes against his knuckles.

“Uh huh…” Tighnari finally whispers back. He turns just in time to see Cyno giving himself a harsh pinch on the arm.

After a stifled wince, and a bit more staticky hair, Cyno opens his mouth again.

Alhaitham beats him to punch.

“Was it asking a Lesser Lord statue?” he asks, almost as if he didn’t want anyone to actually hear him. Cyno stands up, face set in what would be a scary look for anyone outside of the four.

“I’m gonna kiss him-”

And then he proceeds to jump the table.

[insertdisc5]

Devlog #19: THE LAST DEVLOG BEFORE RELEASE.

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!).  You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!! 

LET’S GET TO IT. This month is THE LAST DEVLOG BEFORE RELEASE?!??!??!?! URGHH?!??!!

My goodness. Can you believe In Stars and Time will finally be out THIS MONTH? NOVEMBER? TWENTIETH? TWO THOUSAND TWENTY THREE?!??!?!?!? Yeah turns out ME NEITHER so WE CAN FREAK OUT ABOUT IT TOGETHER.

So, as previously mentioned, In Stars and Time will be out on November 20th on Steam, itch.io, GOG, Nintendo Switch, and Playstation 4 and 5!!! We mentioned this previously, but we cannot guarantee they will come out at a specific time, nor guarantee they will all come out at the exact same time and hour and minute, but we will do our best! Hopefully “sometime in the morning for Canada” is the time. Don’t hold me to that though!

And for our announcement, we prepared a wonderful announcement trailer, animated by the lovely Mimi Chiu! Did you see it?!? Well, have it again.

In preparation for the release, we’ve been bringing our marketing A-game! I (insertdisc5) have appeared on The Completionist’s IndieLand Stream, and it was an absolute blast. I also reiterated my Big Hope for this game, which is that I hope ISAT makes you feel so many feelings. 

We’re also doing a Fanworks Contest on Twitter, with the prize being a key of the game on release!!! If you have something in mind, why not participate? We accept EVERY kind of art, from fanart to fanfics to cosplay to animatics to memes to even pictures of food! As long as it’s ISAT related, GO FOR IT!!!

And finally, every Monday until release we’ll be sharing some ISAT character playlists made by yours truly (along with some VERY MUCH NEEDED HELP from friends and family. Finding songs is hard!) You can check them out here on Spotify!

And, finally for real, mayhaps consider joining the Discord channel before all hell breaks loose. Make some friends. Show some memes. Post your last minute theories. Or maybe just lurk! Up to you and your delightful little brain.

How weird to know this is the last devlog before the release! I WILL be posting a couple more monthly devlogs after this month- I want to talk about how the release went! And even after the game comes out, there will be some fun little things in store! So please stay tuned even after the game comes out :) And as always, don’t forget to wishlist the game on Steam!!! Ok!!! Wishlist numbers this close to release are SO IMPORTANT!!!! SO PLEASE!!! I BEG!!! ON MY KNEES!!! PLEASE WISHLIST!!!! (someone does a neck cutting motion off screen) I’m told to tone it down. So PLEASE WISHLIST but like, um, only if you want, teehee <3

Thank you for following this devlog all this time. I hope you enjoy the game when it comes out later this month.

See you next time.

[rainbowchaox]

OK I NEED TO RANT ABOUT A AU I JUST SPAWNED OK (and yes fanfic writers and fanartists if you fancy please use it and @me I BEG)

Anyways the concept is fully spawned by missa on the horse. It came to me in visions.

Anyways to explain Missa is a knight for a kingdom with an evil king. Missa is HATED by said king probs cause he rejected said king. Or is open being against said king. Because he is being horrible to his people. And missa may be the knight known for his clumsiness (he joined to help people and comes from a peasant background). But he has a massive heart.

So Missa is tasked with a quest to find immortality for said king (Missa really doesn’t want to do this because said king is a tyrant). But Missa has no choice otherwise he be sent to the gallows for treason against the king. So Missa goes through many misadventures straight from fairytales (becomes a servant to a hag, has to deal with a dragon, has to save someone from a tower etc) all to somehow find immortality.

Anyways you must be guessing Where is Phil? And I shall answer. Pretty much Phil is a Fae that is very much in love with Missa. I like to imagine Phil was doing fae things shapeshifting into animals or people to see if people are generous or need to be punished. And Missa always helped and was just so GOOD. So he fell in love and always helps him out (example enchanted a spoon when a evil hag told Missa will be enslaved until a lake is emptied using said spoon)

Phil soon on Missa quest joins him as a companion. Missa on his end gets a crush on him. Because Phil is so gentle and kind to him. Not realizing that technically Phil is already his husband under Fae Law. Making tons of cute misunderstandings.

Phil has crow wings and elfin ears and cat like pupils that do shine in the dark. And he does have TEETH. He tends to wear peasant clothes. With a green cloak (like to imagine his wings are sorta like the ox tail to the huldra he can’t glamor it.) He can transform into different animals but prefers transforming into a crow if not in his normal form.

Fae Phil really loves his loser wet cat knight ok. Fae Phil is also VERY jealous as Fae tends to be. But he prefers Missa being able to choose and being free. So he is very heavily courting Missa in the human way (despite in Fae Law they are already married and Phil already thinking Missa as his husband)

And Fae Phil spoils his husband. Missa is never in true harm. Like Missa never starves, his flask never empties and the most delicious fruits and meats appear at his camp after he sleeps. And he never gets that sick.

But Missa gets into fairytale shenanigans and does save someone from a tower and said person tries to flirt only for Phil to curse them so they trip over themselves into mud. (He is a fae and Missa is his husband he can be very petty)

It’s funny because Fae Phil under the guise of a friend he found in the woods also acts like a damsel sometimes. Like “oh no our sleeping rolls must be together because I’m SO scared about the monsters in the forest”. And it’s not even good acting because Fae are such bad liars.

(Fae Phil will always save his husband from the troll or a hag of the week but also loves to see him struggle. Missa is never at danger of actually being hurt tho)

[slvtforoldermen]

Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary: Part Two

(PS. I’m currently on my ovulation week so this is gonna be mental)

Part One ;)

Frankie (Catfish) Morales:

Okay so I just finished watching Triple Frontier and oml I love this man. One thing I wanna say is, he definitely fucks you in whatever flying vehicle he owns, not during flights of course <3 safety first and I have such a bad fear of flying. Anyways, Frankie’s about 7 inches, and he has a pretty pink mushroom tip, he’s pretty thick too tbh, and he’s a vein up the side that you can feel when he’s inside you. PRAISE!!! He’s a praiser and not a degrader. Breeding kink is a must!!! Maybe it’s because he’s a family man but I feel like he has a domestic kink, like, he lovesssss talking about you being his ‘pretty little wife/husband’. Fuck, he lovessss filling you up and talking bout how he wants to get you pregnant, even if you can’t get pregnant :0, he was quite delicate with this factor at first in case it made you uncomfortable but he 100% wouldn’t say anything about that if it made you uncomfy. He just needs you to be happy. “My sweet girl/boy, spread your legs for me will ya?” “Yeah you like that, yeah you do… good girl/boy.” “Pretty little baby, taking me so so well, aw, so cute” “Take my cock in your mouth, oh yeah, just like that, my sweet, sweet baby.” He shaves well enough I think, likes to leave a happy trail to tease you with.

Agent Whiskey

Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Literally. Ride him and he’ll love you forever. Pedro’s cowboy characters hold a warm place in my heart because I find Southern accents sooooo sexy, ugh yes, talk about your farm daddy.

Um…. Anyways! Jack is so cunty I love him. Okay, he’s a big boy, about 8 inches, up there with Javier and Joel. He’s thick, like oof… Nice big tip too. Depending on the day, he switches between soft and hard dom. His fav position is cowgirl obviously, despite popular speculation, he’s not really a big fan of reverse cowgirl, but he LOVES doggystyle, he’s an ass man so spanking is a yes. He’s not a daddy man. OH MY GOD WHEN YOU RIDE HIM PLEASE WEAR HIS HAT PLEASE HE’LL CUM SO SO HARD!! SIT 👏 ON 👏 HIS 👏 FACE 👏 If he’s feeling soft and wants to be all chivalrous and his Southern self, he’ll fuck you in missionary, peppering kisses all over your face and neck. “My sweet girl/boy… takin’ my cock so well.” “Oh darlin’, ya look so pretty f’me.” “Fuck, so good, baby, such a good lil hole.” Big snail trail enthusiast!!!

Marcus Pike

I have not watched the mentalist so I apologise for any inaccuracies :( but good lord how gorgeous is this man…

Sorry guys I just can’t get over how pretty he is, but I’m actually crying because he’s so beautiful. Anyway, he’s about 7.5 inches and loooovvvvessss to be sucked off. You just look so so pretty with his cock in your mouth, and suck on his tip, his hips buckle a little and he whimpers, his hands going straight into your hair. He’s such a sweet lover, when he’s inside you, he’s so soft and gentle, you’d have to physically beg him to be rough. A BIG KISSER!!! Loves kissing you, just make sure you’ve kissed him at least 20 times and he’ll be content. He’s such a sweetie, please just be nice to him. “I love you so so much.” “Please oh baby, I love you, love this hole, so fucking good for me, good girl/boy.” “I’m gonna cum, oh please, where do you want me to cum, please tell me where to cum baby…” He likes to keep its shaved but he’s not completely bald.

Lucien Flores

Now, I have been looking for the clip of him making out and I can’t find it anywhere 😭😭 if someone could find it for me pleaseeeee send it I will love and cherish you for eternity. I also couldn’t find a gif of him so bear with me 😭.

Oh guys… MIRRORS!!! From looks and expectations and fanfics I’ve read, mirrors are a big thing for him. He’s about 8 inches. Loves doggy, he’s also an ass man. Choking you is a MUST, oh god he loves making you take him in a mirror, in doggy, with his big hand wrapped around your pretty neck, seeing you in the mirror taking him sooo well. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Same thing with the bathroom. He has you with one leg on the counter, the other dangling as he pounds into you, just absolutely destroying you. Shower sex too! He has you, either against the wall or legs wrapped around his waist. In fact just let him fuck you on every single surface of the house. Bed, bathroom, floor, sofa, dining table, kitchen counter, anything!! Loves eating you out from behind. He shaves and isn’t bald, yknow standard procedure 🤷🏻‍♀️

Special Guest!! My fav TV cameo 🫶

Reggie Luckman:

My MAN!! 🥺 he whimpers, have you seen him to that pretty when you cry edit, UGH STRIKES MY HEART EVERY TIME! I watch that edit about 3 times a day. I am very well aware that he’s just found out he’s killed his friend in this gif but he’s just so beautiful…

He’s 7 inches, and has such a cute face when he’s inside you, eyes squeezed shut and biting his lip as he conceals his whimpers. You keep telling him that he’s fine to moan but he just gets so embarrassed. Such a praiser, calls you a good girl/boy soooo much. His hips stutter when he’s close, and he bites down on your shoulder, accidentally leaves hickeys on your neck and collarbones. He loves going fast. When you ride him, he looks up at with those sweet eyes, and it makes your heart melt, hands on your hips, guiding you sweetly. Tug on his hair in orallllll!!! “Please, please, you feel so good, I love you.” “Mmm, please, I’m gonna cum, can I cum in you?” “I can? Thank you, thank you, fuck!” Praise him back, tell him how he’s doing, tell him that he’s good. Pleaseeeee I need him soooo baddddd!!!!!!