#what in hell is bad panty party game

[littlestardescendants]

Ey yo maybe it's been awhile since I did Minhyeok's mini game but...

Didn't each level used to have the golden underwear?

I mean I could be wrong but last time I did it I thought it did.

[littlexdeaths]

she fuckin’ hates me - e.m.

enemy eddie munson x fem reader x crush steve harrington

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: hate fucking, semi-public sex, mean!dom eddie (he’s secretly down so bad), fingering, they both call each names (slut, brat, asshole, dickhead), big dick eddie, unprotected piv sex (the condom breaks oops), unintentionally cream pie, little sprinkle of angst

a/n: this is entirely inspired by that one audio by eyesofsuggestion (getting hate fucked on your crushes bed by his best friend).

word count: 3.5k

also huge shoutout to both @strangerstilinski and @uglypastels for helping me so much. i appreciate the hell out of you both. and also to @lesservillain for giving me the condom idea. enjoy my lil freaks xx.

“Looks like someone’s not enjoying the party…”

You barely register his deep voice over the thumping bass from inside the house when you stomp out onto the patio.

The night air feels nearly as sticky as inside the house, the amount of bodies pressing together causing the temperature to skyrocket.

But the moment you see his lanky figure leaning against the side of Steve’s house and the burning cherry of his cigarette in the dark— you’re half tempted to turn around.

You were already having a terrible night to begin with but you weren’t about to let Eddie Munson make it any worse for you. Knowing this was partially his fault to begin with. 

“What‘s it to you, Munson?” you spit.

His answering chuckle has you gritting your teeth, tucking your skirt under yourself as you sit on the patio steps.

“Oh nothing…” he hums, taking another long drag from his cigarette. “It’s just hard not to notice how you’ve been throwing yourself at Steve all night.”

While you hate to admit it, and you wouldn’t out loud— Eddie was right.

You’d gone out of your way to pretty yourself up for him, wearing your lowest cut blouse and your shortest skirt in hopes of getting his attention. You stayed by his side, laughed at all his jokes. Despite all the effort you put in, Steve barely spared you a passing glance.

It was such a total switch from how he was acting towards you the previous weekend. Steve had barely got you in his bedroom before his hands were in your pants. But now he was too busy shoving his tongue down a pretty blonde’s throat to even notice your absence.

“I haven’t been throwing myself at anyone, dickhead,” you roll your eyes with a scoff.

Eddie just laughs again, leaning his head back against the siding. “I wouldn’t have assumed  Steve’s dick game was so good that you’d be crawling back for sloppy seconds.” 

And when you turn to glare at him, you can’t help but admire the way the smoke unfurls from his plump lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, prick.” 

“— Hey now,” he mocked you with a slight pout, “Don’t take your sexual frustration out on me, princess. I was just stating the obvious.”

You avert your eyes before he catches you staring, but that frustration mixed with unkindled desire continues to mount between you with each passing second. 

So when your eyes are drawn back to him, you aren’t entirely sure why. 

As annoying as Eddie could be, you can’t deny that he was attractive. And if his shitty attitude towards you wasn’t the reason that Steve kept blowing you off, maybe you’d actually like him. 

“Oh, fuck you.”

“— you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he teases.

While your face shows mock disgust, your body betrays you when you feel wetness beginning to pool in the fabric of your panties. 

“In your dreams, Munson.”

Eddie smirks a little, taking that as a challenge.

“What are you, scared?” 

Under normal circumstances, you’d tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. Perhaps it was your hormones getting the best of you. 

But there was something about the way the moonlight catches on his rings, and the pale glow that casts shadows over his handsome features— that’s making you think otherwise.

“I mean… I don’t see anyone else lining up to take that bratty ass of yours home.” Eddie takes one last, long drag but this time he notices the way your eyes linger on his lips.

You make it almost too easy.

“And it would be a damn shame to let all that hard work of yours go to waste, you know?” he continues casually while he snuffs out his cigarette. “Since Harrington, clearly isn’t appreciating it.” 

And you really can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Eddie closes the remaining distance between you, causing your head to tilt back as you look up at him in utter disbelief.

“Don’t act so coy, I saw how you were looking at me just now…”

Beneath his cocky demeanor, his heart is about to pound out of his chest. 

Because unbeknownst to you, the real reason Steve was avoiding you at every turn was entirely for Eddie's benefit. He was just trying to be a good friend.

Eddie holds up his hand before you can say anything else, his lips lifting in a shit eating grin.

“Besides, we both know that if it’s not for me, you’ll be going home with an empty cunt. And we can’t have that, can we?”

Your body flushes at the vulgarity of his words, but you mull them over nonetheless. 

While you didn’t like him, despised him in fact— this could be an opportunity to get some pent up frustration out of your system. Since it was clear Steve wasn’t up for the challenge. 

So you tuck your lower lip in between your teeth and you rise to your feet.

“Fine,” you hum and there’s a sudden flash of surprise in his eyes. Like he half expected you to tell him to go fuck himself and storm off, but it’s gone just as quickly. “On one condition.”

The patio steps put you an inch or so above him, so now he has to look up to meet your gaze.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that, princess?” he smirks.

You grip the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists, urging him closer. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your breasts now flush against his chest.

“You keep that big mouth of yours shut.”

And you use the advantage of your slight height difference to press your lips to his before he has a chance to respond.

Eddie all but groans into your mouth as tugs you closer, hands gripping onto your hips before splaying over the curve of your ass. When he slips his tongue in your mouth, he tastes like a dizzying combination of nicotine and cheap beer.

But the taste somehow leaves you wanting more.

So when you start to grind yourself onto his jean-clad thigh, he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. The male fully enjoys the pitiful whimper it pulls from you.

“If you think I’m fucking you out here… you’re out of your goddamn mind,” he pants into your open mouth.

“Well if you had somewhere else in mind maybe you should try taking the reins, hotshot,” you fire back.

Eddie takes a single step up the stairs to place himself at eye level with you, as if to even the playing field. 

And you just stare at each other, both your eyes are ablaze with a mixture of annoyance and lust. It's Eddie who eventually breaks your gaze to brush past you and continue on towards the house.

He dares a glance over his shoulder once he reaches the patio door, a brow rising beneath his bangs as if to give you one final chance to back out. But you don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

No one spares either of you a second glance when he leads you up the stairs and pulls you into the first bedroom on the right. 

You know upon entering that this is Steve’s room, recognizing the checkered wallpaper from the weekend prior. But you don’t have much time to dwell on it before his lips are back on yours and he’s leading you towards his best friend’s bed.

“In here?” you say between heated kisses, earning you a deep hum when he pushes you down onto the mattress.

“What Steve doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” he mused, dark eyes admiring the way your skirt has risen up your thighs. “Unless… you really wanna make him jealous.” 

Eddie crawls over you after shrugging off his leather jacket and you can already feel how hard he is through the rough denim. You tug harshly on his hair when his lips trail down across your neck, teeth scraping against the hollow of your throat.

But the ache between your thighs only becomes stronger with each press of his lips, and in turn causes your already thin patience to slip further.

“Get on with it already, I don’t have all damn night.”

You can feel his laughter vibrate against your sweaty skin but his hand dips between your thighs nonetheless. Eddie cups your clothed pussy in the palm of his hand, pulling a breathy whine from you when he presses the heel of it against your clit.

“Hmm, givin' an awful lot of attitude to someone who's just tryin’ to do you a favor, sweetheart.”

You merely roll your eyes in response, reaching between your bodies to palm over the bulge that’s straining against the fly of his jeans.

“Huh, seems to me that you like my little attitude, asshole.”

The male groans into your neck when you apply more pressure, his hand quickly gripping onto your wrist before he pins the both of them above your head.

“Ya’know I usually love a bit of a challenge, but you sweetheart, are a giant pain in the ass.”

You giggle mockingly, tilting your head at him with a slight pout, “Aww, Eddie— I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

If only you knew… 

That laughter morphs into a soft gasp when he yanks your panties down your thighs with his other hand. Those calloused fingers slipping between your slick folds to circle over your swollen bud.

His nose skims along the curve of your shoulder, greedily inhaling your perfume. Enjoying the way your body practically shudders beneath his own.

“So sensitive…” he coos mockingly, the tip of his middle finger brushing over your puckered hole. “And I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

Any snarky comment dies on your tongue when he slips the digit inside, his thumb pressing firmly on your clit. A small mewl gets caught in your throat when he slides another finger in and your body welcomes the stretch.

Eddie can only grin wider when you grind your hips down onto his fingers, his other hand releases your wrists to tug down the front of your blouse to free your breasts. He has to hold back a moan of his own when he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra, his lips latching around your nipple.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, your fingers tangling themselves in his wild mane while his curl up inside you.

“If only Steve could see how much of a fucking mess you’re making for me,” he taunts, leaning his mouth down to suck on the underside of your breast. “Bet he’d be so pissed that you’re ruining his expensive sheets, sweetheart.”

Your answering whimper has him chuckling, urging him to thrust his fingers even faster inside you. Ultimately proving his point as you can feel the wetness dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. But the noisy glide of his fingers are nearly as taunting as his words.

“E-Eddie— I…” your chest heaves as you trail off, feeling that rubber band in your middle about to snap with each pump of his fingers.

He knows what that blissful look on your face means and it brings him a little too much pleasure to see it crumble when he completely removes his fingers from inside you. Your cry of frustration has his cock practically throbbing in his jeans, sticky fingers hurrying to unbuckle his belt.

“Nah uh,” he tuts. “You don’t always get what you want, brat.”

Eddie pushes his jeans and boxers far enough down his thighs to free his cock, the sight of it momentarily distracting you.

He was big, much bigger than you anticipated.

Part of you was almost worried he wasn’t going to fit. Eddie must see the mixture of surprise and awe written across your features, as he leans forward to swipe his thumb along the corner of your mouth.

“Drooling already? You flatter me, sweetheart.”

He reaches over for a condom in Steve’s bedside drawer, ripping the packet open with his teeth. But Eddie can practically see the flash of disappointment in your eyes when he rolls the latex on, which only causes him to laugh harder.

“Oh how cute, you thought I was gonna fill you up, baby?” he all but sneers as he grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together. “A slut like you has to earn that privilege.”

He lets go of your cheeks, ringed fingers spreading your thighs apart and pulling you down toward the edge of the mattress. Positioning you in just the right spot so he can tap the head of his cock against your clit.

The wet slapping noise it makes has him grinning even wider and it takes everything in you not to slap that look right off his face.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna actually fuck me?” you huff.

He tilts his head at you, a little surprised by your sudden outburst. And to think you were being so good just a minute ago.

“See, that’s not what we’re going to do, brat.” He clicks his tongue, his other hand gripping the meat of your thighs a little harder. “Keep giving me that attitude and I’ll have no issue walking out of here and burying my cock into someone else.”

You just glare at each other, in a silent struggle for power. But this time you are the first to crack when you cast your eyes downward. That uncomfortable silence stretches on for a moment too long, which he mistakes for regret. 

He’s about to tuck himself back into his jeans when you grip onto his wrist with a soft whine.

“N-No, shit— please don’t go.”

Eddie just raises an eyebrow at you, not impressed by that meek attempt at begging. So you blow out the breath you were holding, swallowing your pride when your eyes flick up to meet his.

“I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please.”

You feel incredibly pathetic begging Eddie Munson of all people. But you also can’t deny the way your cunt practically throbs when you feel the thick head of his cock glide against your entrance.

“See? Now was that so hard?” he snickers, giving you no warning before he’s guiding the head inside your sopping cunt.

“Jesus— fuck, you’re tight,” he blurts, marveling as your pussy practically sucks him in. 

You let out a gasp when he bottoms out with a low hiss, his own head tipping backwards when you clench harder around him. But the male doesn’t move a muscle, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep you in place.

An act of mercy really— he doesn’t want to hurt you.

While you are grateful for the reprieve, that slight sting soon fades into a dull ache and you desperately need more.

When Eddie feels you start to squirm in his grasp, he groans low in his throat. His head tips back down to meet your half lidded gaze while he carefully guides his cock out before sliding it back in.

He works up a steady rhythm, but slow enough to keep you both teetering on the edge of desperation— until you can’t take it anymore.

“God— go faster,” your attempt at a direct order comes out as more a breathy plea instead.

But he doesn’t need to be told twice, his hands coaxing your trembling legs over his shoulders before slamming his hips back into yours. An elated moan leaves your lips, fingers gripping onto the sheets as you eagerly meet each hard thrust he gives you.

“It’s too bad Harrington’s missin’ out on all this,” he grunts, his eyes darkening as he watches that creamy ring around his cock expand with each snap of his hips. “But I can put in a really good word for ya, princess.”

And when your eyes roll back, it’s not from annoyance this time— as he hits your sweet spot dead on.

“I hate you,” you huff regardless, but your words don’t hold nearly as much malice. 

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” 

You miss the smug look that crosses his features when your back arches up off the mattress and you cry out his name repeatedly.

“That’s it, brat— say my name louder. Let them know… let Steve know who’s making you feel this good.” 

Your nails dig into his forearms as he fucks you even faster, a low growl pushing past his lips with each hard thrust. The bed creaks harshly in protest but that doesn’t deter him in the slightest.

If anything— it encourages him to go harder, bucking into you like some wild animal. The little uh, uh uh’s that he pushes out of you are music to his ears, the sounds becoming higher in pitch the closer you get to the edge.

And when your eyes flutter shut, he only quickened his pace. The brunette practically bends you in half as he leans into you, this new angle forcing him even deeper.

“Look.” Grunt. “At.” Grunt. “Me.” Grunt.

In your blissed out state, you miss the hidden meaning behind his pointed words. 

When you manage to finally open them, he’s closer. A lot closer than you expected. So close you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and the sweat that dots his upper lip. 

Maybe you’ve never wanted to admit it to yourself before, but Eddie really was gorgeous. And from the way he’s gazing down at you, pupils blown out and glassy, you can only assume he feels the same about you. 

And that last bit of self control slips when you smash your lips together.

He kisses you back just as forcefully, effectively stealing the air from your lungs. Gasping for breath, your fingers begin to loosen their grip on his arm. Slipping them between your bodies to rub quick circles over your swollen bud. 

The sensation has your walls squeezing tighter around him, earning you another throaty moan. 

“See how much easier you are to deal with like this, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth, enjoying the small scowl that crosses over your features. “All cockdrunk and stupid… it suits you.” 

While you open your mouth to throw one last insult his way, a pointed thrust into your sweet spot has you trembling. A loud squeal leaving your lips instead when you tumble over the edge. 

And Eddie can’t take his eyes off you as you fall apart beneath him, memorizing each expression with the utmost sincerity. Even if you did hate him, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Oh, atta girl…” he praises, his hot breath fanning over your lips while he continues to bury himself inside you.

You feel the sudden snap of the latex before he does. The male blissfully unaware as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and finishes with a deep groan, unintentionally filling you up in the process.

“Hm, guess I got what I wanted after all,” you laugh a little breathlessly. 

Eddie lifts his head in confusion, the realization finally dawns on him when he feels his warmth start to trickle down your thighs. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” He curses as he pulls out, making an even bigger mess of both you and the sheets in the process. 

“Stupid, fucking cheap ass condoms,” he huffs under his breath, chucking the broken rubber into the trash. 

Although his jaw is clenched in annoyance, his eyes are now transfixed on where his cum begins to leak out of your puffy pussy and onto the bedspread.

Unable to stop himself, Eddie reaches out a hand to graze along the underside of your ass. He collects some of the mess on his fingertips and guides them back inside you.

And despite the sensitivity, the possessiveness of his actions has your walls clenching around his dexterous fingers.

Everything comes to a sudden halt when the bedroom door swings open, knocking into the wall.

“Alright you horny shits, time to…” Steve trails off once he sees the two of you, honey hues widening in disbelief. “In my bed, Munson? Really?” 

Eddie doesn’t bat an eye, merely straightening up from where he was hovering over your half naked form whilst you quickly tug the sheets over yourself from sheer embarrassment.

Now all Eddie can see is the way you're looking at Steve. Something sour settles in his stomach, a tangle of jealousy and hurt. While his heart rate slows, his defenses go back up. 

That feeling prickles along his skin as he tucks himself back into his boxers and re-fastens the button on his jeans. 

"Was just warmin' her up for ya, man," Eddie says through his teeth. 

Steve's look of confusion deepens as he glances between the two of you, knowing that this is exactly what Eddie had wanted. 

But now Eddie won’t even look at you. 

He doesn't see the conflicted emotions swimming in your eyes when he speaks again. Throwing the words over his shoulder without a second glance as he grabs his jacket and turns to leave. 

"She's all yours, Harrington." 

That lie burns on his tongue like acid, but he doesn't look back.

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[honeyedmiller]

Checkmate | Joel Miller

pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

warnings: dbf!joel, age gap (reader is late 20’s, joel mid 40’s), reader is depicted as shorter than joel but otherwise has no other physical description (picture in mood board is for aesthetic purposes only), mutual pining, making out, smut (thigh riding, brief mentions of f oral receiving, unprotected [bc] piv, slight cockwarming, riding), reader’s best friend’s name is hailey, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

huge thank you to my baby @party-hearses for beta reading this for me. i love you to a million pieces 🖤

a/n: also this is my 900 follower celebration?! i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that so many people follow me and enjoy what i reblog / write. i love u all so, so much. i also feel kinda bad bc i hyped this one shot up a lot only for the smut to not be that descriptive, but this is more about joel and reader’s feelings than what they essentially do with each other. hope y’all still enjoy it :’)

word count: 4.6k

synopsis: you and your dad’s best friend play a dangerous game, and one of you ends up losing faster than you both anticipated.

dividers by the lovely @saradika

You wiped your sweaty brow on your forearm as you lugged a fifth box into your new apartment. You’d finally saved up enough to move out of your parent’s place. Your master’s degree had paid off after all, landing you a job in the heart of Austin, Texas. You were only a thirty minute drive from your parent’s house, which your mom totally loved. She couldn’t wait to help you decorate your place and hand you down the pots and pans that’d been in the family for quite some time. 

The move wasn’t necessarily a tough one, because you were ready to get out of your parents’ hair. You all got along well, but you were dying for your own privacy and space that you could call your own. You couldn’t be happier now that you had it. 

In the midst of the move, your dad insisted he’d phone his best buddy, Joel. You’d only heard about him a handful of times while you were away at college, and in the months you’d been back with your parents, your dad always went over to his house to watch sports or hang out. When the whole family was invited over to his house for barbecues, you always found yourself either already having other plans with your friends, or you were working. Today was finally the day you’d meet the mystery man that is Joel Miller. 

And that’s when you saw him. Tall, broad, ruggedly handsome, body clad in an army green shirt that showcased his biceps and veiny forearms, dark jeans that showed off the muscle of his thick thighs, and scuffed up boots from plenty of days, weeks, hell–months of hard work that added an inch or two to his already towering height. 

He must’ve been in his forties if you had to guess. His dark brown hair was dusted with slight specs of gray, the  scruff on his jawline mirroring the hair on his head. His nose was strong, and was perfectly fitted with his face. He had dark brown eyes that were kind yet held some kind of sternness—a look that made your panties easily dampen. His mustache framed his lips that were pursed into a slight frown, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like all over your body. 

He looked at you just the same, all but hungry eyes roaming your body as he caught a glimpse of you for the first time. Like a damn deer caught in headlights. 

He was your dad’s best friend?

Oh, you were truly, utterly, royally fucked. 

You introduced yourself to him and he shook your hand, the calloused pads of his fingers meeting your soft skin sending a string of butterflies through your stomach. 

You genuinely don’t think you’d ever been this attracted to someone at first glance. 

After he and your dad helped you move all of your stuff into your new place, you’d concluded two things: one, Joel Miller was a man of very few words–at least, around you that is, and two: you were sure he was attracted to you just as you were to him. 

Was it so wrong to want someone a little bit older? Perhaps not. What was wrong was that he’s your dad’s best friend. You shouldn’t want someone like that. Someone you were absolutely sure could handle you in the best way possible. 

About a month after you’d finally gotten settled into your apartment, you invited your best friend Hailey over a movie night and a glass of wine. You told her about your predicament, to which she couldn’t help but be the little devil on your shoulder and encourage you to go after Joel. 

“Look, I know he’s your dad’s best friend n’ all, but what he doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?” She questions, legs tucked underneath her body as her lips curl into a sly grin before she takes another sip of her wine. 

“I mean yeah, but I’ve never done something like this before. An older man, who’s closely acquainted with my dad? I oughta be out of my damn mind.” You sigh, rubbing your temple. 

“Live a little, babe. You’ve been a good kid to your parents your whole life. It’s time you do something for you for once and go after it. Make a subtle move on him next time. That might spice things up a bit.” She suggests, pursing her lips. 

“You’re right. But if I make a move and it backfires, I’m completely fucked and I’m moving to the other side of the country.” You laugh exasperatingly. 

She reaches over to pat your thigh softly. “Only one way to find out.” 

-

You hadn’t seen Joel as of late, but you weren’t phased by it. It’d been a really busy couple of weeks at work, and you were joining your coworkers tonight for a celebratory t.g.i.f. drink. 

Hailey was over at your apartment getting ready with you and you both were already two shots of tequila in. You weren’t much of a drinker, but truth be told, you needed this night out. 

“So I’m either between this dress or this one.” You explain to Hailey, and she studies the options you held up for her to thoroughly inspect. It was either between a black satin mini dress with sparkly straps, or a strapless maroon bodycon dress 

“This one,” She points at the black dress. “With your red kitten heels.” 

You toss the maroon dress onto your bed and take the black one off of the hanger, changing into the dress after Hailey goes to pour herself another shot. You slip aforementioned heels on and give yourself a once over in your full body closet mirror, satisfied with your appearance. 

You wanted to look and feel hot tonight, and it was safe to say you achieved just that. Maybe you’d pick up some hot guy at the bar tonight. He may not be no Mr. Miller, but anyone to take the tension of the past couple of weeks away would suffice. 

You were applying one last layer of lipgloss when Hailey’s knuckles rapped on your door twice, head peeking into your bedroom. 

“Uber’s here. Let’s go get fucked up.” 

You laugh at her enthusiasm, hot on her trail as you locked up and headed down to your Uber. 

The ride was only fifteen minutes before you pulled up to the bar that was already packed. You both slipped inside, spotting your coworkers at a table. They were laughing about something when you and Hailey walked up, and they all cheerily greeted you with hugs. 

It wasn’t long before the DJ was playing some line dancing songs, and multiple people made their way to the dance floor to move their bodies. You and Hailey were the only ones left at the table as you laughed at your coworkers trying to keep up with the beat of the song. 

“Mr. Hottie over there has been checking you out for some time now.” Hailey leaned into you, nudging your side with her elbow as she jutted her head toward a man at the bar. 

You felt your body drained of warmth as you saw none other than Joel Miller standing at the end of the bar, sipping on his beer tentatively. His eyes were locked on you, and the stupid butterflies rumbled around in your stomach once more. 

“Hailey, that’s him.” You say, swallowing thickly. 

“Who?” She gives you a questioning look, the drinks she’s had tonight making her mind a bit fuzzy. 

“My dad’s best friend. That’s Joel.” You say, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head. 

“Oh, girl, if you don’t make your move I’ll force you to make one. He’s a fucking hunk.” 

Your eyes trailed back over to him, taking in his appearance. He switched out the green t-shirt for a gray one, dark wash jeans, and the same boots he wore when he showed up to help you move into your place. 

The way he was looking at you made you want to do extremely sinful things with him. Fuck. Now or never. 

“I’ll be back.” You tell Hailey, and her expression brightens up and cheers you on as you slip off of your seat. 

You saunter over to Joel, drink in hand, and you sip on it through the straw as you approach him. He looks down at you amused, eyes nearly black as he scans you from head to toe. 

“You stalking me now, Mr. Miller?” You tease, leaning up against the bar top. 

Joel scoffs a laugh and sips on his beer once more. “Y’think I don’t have something better to do with my time than to see where you are on a Friday night?” He retorts, but it wasn’t mean. You were sober enough to hear the hint of playfulness in his tone. 

“Mm, not really.” You shrug, feigning an innocent smile up at him. 

So you could be a brat. He bet he could fix that attitude in no time. 

He chuckled at his own thoughts, finishing off his beer as he set the empty bottle down on the sticky bar top. 

“You caught me, darlin’. Any woman as ravishing as you is worth stalkin’.” The slight curl of his lip made you smile. You sipped on your drink some more as you watched the patrons of the bar dancing to the current song. Your eyes avert back up to his gaze, and you step closer to him. 

His eyes move down to your glossy lips wrapped around the straw, wishing so badly that your lips were wrapped around something else right at that moment. 

“What brings you here tonight, Mr. Miller?” You ask, reaching a hand out to touch his bicep. His body goes rigid at your touch, and you fear you’ve gone too far so your hand immediately drops. Joel does a quick scan of the bar before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his sturdy body. 

“My brother’s best friend’s birthday.” He shrugs, and you nod. You felt like a fucking hummingbird with how fast your heart was beating, and you were sure Joel could feel it with the close proximity between the two of you. 

The air became thick and heavy. Your breathing accelerated, looking up at Joel and into his lust-clouded eyes. His grip on your waist tightened in the slightest, and you nearly whimpered as you felt his bulge through the denim fabric of his jeans. 

“Joel.” Your voice was merely a whisper, and he smirked down at you. 

“Care to line dance, darlin’?” He asked nonchalantly. Your eyebrows furrowed as disappointment shot through you. Were you reading the situation wrong? 

“I don’t really know how.” You say, setting your now watered-down drink on the counter. 

“I’ll teach you.” He shrugs, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor. He showed you step by step how to move, but your mind was so hazy with lust that you could barely even focus. 

It’d been months since someone touched you in an intimate way, and the burning need and desire was aflame through your body. All you could think about was Joel’s hands and tongue on you as you moaned his name. The thought nearly made you pout. 

“You even listenin’ to me?” Joel pulls you out of your daydream, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. He was teasing and holding out on you and he knew it. 

His face held pure amusement as he watched you squirm under his stare uncontrollably, fidgeting like a little kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to stop by. 

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” You sigh, walking back to the table Hailey was waiting at.

“What happened?” She asks, looking behind you at Joel who was burning a hole in the back of your body. 

“No idea. Guess I’m not getting lucky after all.” You shrug with a disappointed huff of a laugh. You looked back to see if Joel was still there, but he seemed to have disappeared. 

You grabbed your purse and made your way to the bar, leaning over it. The back of your dress rode your thighs significantly, barely covering your ass at this point. Before you could get the bartender’s attention again, you felt a hand on your shoulder pull you back and press you into their body. You were about to mouth off on this person before you realized it was Joel. 

“Fuck, c’mon.” His hand slid down to your wrist, gently tugging it. You looked at Hailey as you started to follow Joel and pointed at him discreetly, and she gave you a thumbs up. 

Joel led you out into the cool air of the night, immediately chilling your whole body. Goosebumps raised onto your skin as he led you to his truck, your heels clicking against the unevenly paved asphalt. 

“What are you doing, Joel?” You ask as you stop in front of a dark truck. 

“I’m about to give us what we both want.” He said before trapping your body against his truck and between both of his strong arms that landed on either side of you. You cocked an eyebrow up at him, eyes and lips glossy underneath the dim parking lot lights. 

“Can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doin’ this.” Joel murmurs before leaning down, smashing his lips with yours. You moan softly into the kiss, carding your fingers into his longer locks. You give the ends a slight tug and he moans into your mouth. You feel the arousal pool in your panties and your untouched core starts to throb. You whine into the kiss, and Joel takes that as an opportunity for his tongue to invade your mouth. 

He tastes like mint now, probably having popped an altoid in his mouth before coming back to get you from the bar. His hands travel downwards and find purchase on your thighs underneath the dress, rubbing circles into your soft skin. He starts to rut his hips into yours, the bulge in his jeans catching onto your clothed clit deliciously. 

“Joel, please.” You choke out as his lips disconnect from yours, hot kisses traveling down your neck and onto your collarbone. 

“Please what, baby?” He asks, voice raspy and muffled as he breathes against your neck. 

“Need you. Fuck, please, just touch me.” You don’t care how desperate you sound to him at this moment. His touch left a trail of flames everywhere his hands landed, and you couldn’t get enough. 

Joel wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the back door of his truck, opening it and helping you slide in. He got in right after you, closing and locking the doors. Your chest was rapidly heaving up and down, trying to catch your breath from the intense moment. 

Joel didn’t give you much leeway, though, because as soon as he spread his legs to get comfy in the backseat, he was pulling you on top of him. You closed the gap between you two this time, rutting your hips forward so your heat sat right on top of his bulging crotch. He groaned lowly, looking down to where your dress had ridden up. He saw your pink lace panties that you had on, and god were you grateful you chose to wear those tonight.

Joel hummed in appreciation as he slid his calloused hands up the smooth skin of your thighs, looking back up to meet your gaze. Your lipgloss was nearly gone off of your lips and onto Joel’s, and he had to admit he liked the sticky cherry flavor. 

“Your daddy would kill me with his bare hands right now if he saw what I was doin’ with his darlin’ daughter.” Joel chuckles, shaking his head. 

“That’s why he won’t find out,” You shrug. “Besides, I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions and decide what I want… and what I want is you, Mr. Miller.” 

Joel raises an eyebrow and huffs a small laugh. “That right?” He questions, grip getting slightly tighter on the soft flesh of your thighs. 

“Mhm.” You nod, hand cradling the back of his head. 

“What we’re doin’—this is bad.” Joel chastised, mostly to himself. 

“Relax, Joel. I won’t tell if you won’t.” You twirl the hair at the nape of his neck through your fingers, applying more pressure onto his groin. He grunts in response, adjusting himself slightly as the confinement of his jeans was nearly torturous at this point. 

“Fine. But we’re endin’ this whole hookin’ up thing if anyone gets even the slightest bit suspicious.” He negotiates, and you nod. 

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Miller.” 

Joel chuckles and shakes his head, leaning up to capture your lips into his once again. You hum against him, hands moving down to his chest as your nails scratch over the thin fabric of his shirt. 

You start to grind yourself onto him again, and he groans once more before separating his lips from yours to mumble against them. “Use my thigh, baby.” He shifts you onto his left thigh, and you steady yourself on him by gripping his shoulders. 

“I don’t wanna ruin your pants.” You sigh, the pressure of your clothed clit on his thick thigh already providing the tiniest bit of relief. 

“I don’t give a shit about my pants, baby. Soak ‘em for all I care.” He presses his lips to your neck once more, and you shiver at the contact. You’re shy at first, not ever having gotten yourself off on someone’s thigh before. 

Joel senses your hesitation, so he moves his hands back up to your hips and shifts them forward, causing your soaked cunt to glide along his jean-clad thigh. 

You take over yourself, rocking your hips back and forth at a languid pace. Desperate moans are falling out of your mouth as you fist his shirt into your hands, feeling yourself so close already. 

“Joel, feels so-so fucking good.” You whine, head dropping back. Your jaw goes slack and eyebrows thread together, picking the pace of your hips up. 

“Yeah? Such a good fuckin’ girl, takin’ what she needs to get off.” 

“I need you, Joel, please.” 

Joel moved his hands to fumble with his belt buckle and jeans button to take his jeans off in the slightest, finally relieving his erection. You moaned at the sight of his thick cock, pre cum gathered at the tip. You brought your thumb to his slit, gathering the pre cum onto your finger before bringing it up to your mouth to gently suck on it. 

Joel’s jaw ticked, resisting the urge to bend you over the back of his seat and fuck you senseless then and there. Luckily, he had a lot more restraint than he thought, because all he did was just stare at you sucking seductively on your thumb. 

You shifted yourself so you were straddling both of his thighs now, and you grabbed his cock into your hand to give it a few slow tugs. Joel sucked in a breath at your touch, head being thrown back onto the headrest of the seat. You tugged your panties to the side before you ran the tip of his weeping cock through your slick folds, a lewd wetness sounding throughout the cab of the truck. 

You moaned as Joel hissed at the contact. It’d been awhile since Joel had been with someone, so he prayed to whatever god was out there that he’d be able to last. 

“C’mon baby, don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” Joel grunts, fingertips digging into your hips. You look down at him with half lidded eyes as you sank down onto his length without much resistance. 

The stretch was fucking heavenly. Your lips parted as you puffed out a pant and sucked in a breath shortly after, reaching the hilt. 

“So fucking big. Fuck.” You mewl, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance once more. 

“Stay still for a little.” Joel’s voice was strained, sounding nearly pained as he choked out his words. You felt so good wrapped around him that he just wanted to appreciate your warmth. 

Joel slid the sparkly straps of your dress down your shoulders, tugging down the neckline of your dress to reveal your breasts. His tongue darted out of his mouth to briefly wet his lips, large hands moving up to gently squeeze the soft flesh of your chest. 

“So fuckin’ perfect.” Joel whispers, moving his head down to envelope one erect nipple into his mouth while his thumb and index finger toyed with the other. You moved one hand up his chest and to the back of his hair, threading your fingers through the thick locks once more as you pushed his face deeper into your pillowy flesh. 

The feeling of his expert tongue and heavy cock in you was beginning to be too much. You needed him to move, or at least let you move. You weren’t above absolutely begging him until he gave in, but he seemed to have the same idea as his hips thrusted into you. 

You took that as an initiative to move, so you began to slowly glide yourself up and down on him. You sucked in a sharp breath as the feeling of him repeatedly filling you made your legs shake. He took his mouth off of your swollen flesh to avert his gaze to yours, eyes locking as you moved up and down. He moved a hand down to generously rub at your aching clit, causing your cunt to deliciously clench around him. 

“Gonna ruin this tight little pussy. Just you wait.” His voice is throaty and deep, sending shivers down your spine. The dangerous glint in his eye let you know that he was dead serious. 

You wanted Joel Miller to ruin every other man for you. 

That’s how this, the dangerous thing—the game—started. 

You both were determined to win at something that wasn’t even tangible; something so lucrative to both of you that the consequences wouldn’t even fucking matter. 

It didn’t matter as he took over and fucked his hips up into you at a brutal pace, causing you to orgasm violently on his cock within minutes. It didn’t matter when the windows of his truck fogged up and the drag of your fingertips adorned the glass. It didn’t matter when you reassured him he could cum in you because you were on birth control. 

As months went on after that night at the bar, him fucking you up against the wall of his shower or pounding you into your bed or eating your pussy until you physically could not breathe anymore was all that dazed your mind. 

Fuck the consequences. 

None of it fucking mattered. 

Because, over the months, Joel Miller was the kind of man you didn’t mind having in your bed after you two’ve fucked. You didn’t mind when he slept over, or when he wanted to be the little spoon, or when you both went out on dates like a normal couple would. 

The euphoria of it all didn’t last forever, though. You knew it wouldn’t, but the heavy weight and reality of it all came crashing down on you one day when Joel was buried deep into your warm cunt, both of you teetering on the edge of a climax, when your dad came knocking on your front door. Pure panic seized your body and you had to make Joel hide in your closet like a fucking teenager. 

That’s when you realized you both were way in over your head with this whole thing. Getting caught was going to be inevitable if it kept up like this. 

You were eternally grateful that your dad was a man who didn’t hover. He left your apartment after fifteen minutes and when Joel came out from hiding, you told him that it was way too close and it was too risky to keep doing what you both wanted to never put a stop to. You’d silently promised yourself that was the last time with him. 

Joel tried to argue against it, but you put your foot down. That is, until you got slightly buzzed one night and begged Joel to come fuck you. Truthfully, you didn’t even really need the sex from him. It was just a plus. You just enjoyed being around him so much that having him in some way, even if only physically, was to suffice. 

Little did you know, he felt ten times stronger than what you felt. Joel Miller would worship the ground you walked on, if you allowed him to do so. 

He was at your doorstep in no time, pushing you against the wall and kissing you with such neediness as if you’d disappear right beneath his fingertips. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties to which Joel discarded immediately. His thick fingers rubbed against your slick heat, hips bucking to meet the languid pace he set. 

Joel shouldn’t be here.

You promised yourself the last time would be the fucking last. 

And yet, you found yourself willingly shoved up against the wall of your living room by none other than the man you swore you’d stay away from as he leaves hot, fervent kisses along the slope of your neck.

“Joel, we—fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this. We have to stop.”

“Yeah? Not what you were sayin’ when you were practically beggin’ me to fuck you again over the phone.” He grits. He sinks his fingers into your aching cunt, prying a strangled moan from your throat.

He’s frustrated with himself. 

Frustrated that he so easily succumbed to you, allowing himself to wrap himself in the greedy need and carnal desire he had for you. Frustrated that you were twenty years younger than him, and frustrated that you should’ve been off limits.

You were supposed to be off limits, god damnit, but Joel Miller was a greedy fucking man. He just had to have you in a way that nobody else could. 

He really didn’t blame your father if he strangled the man  with his own bare hands if he ever found out what you two did behind his back, in secret, and for months at that. 

Joel knew better. 

He fucking knew better and still decided to get a taste, get a feel, fuck you like no other man had. Something his greed deliciously sunk its teeth into, allowing himself to indulge in the forbidden realm you offered to give him. 

You knew better, too. But you did get one thing you wanted, after all. 

You’d be a fucking liar if you didn’t admit that Joel Miller had officially ruined every other man for you. 

The dangers of the game had sunk its teeth so deep into both of you. It was like the world’s most impossible chess match, and one of you was finally waiting for the other to say “checkmate.” 

 The thing is, Joel lost a long while ago. 

He fucking lost the game. 

He couldn’t stay away from you no matter how hard he tried, and when you called him begging him to fuck you tonight, his need for you practically drowned him in his weakness. 

Joel Miller was not a weak man. You had him under a fucking spell that he couldn’t seem to reverse. 

It’s like you were his fucking kryptonite. 

He was the one that royally fucked in the end. 

Joel wished he didn’t have these feelings that clawed at his fucking rib cage every time he glanced at you, some sort of animalistic creature trying to escape when you were under him, legs spread wide, your warmth wrapped around his cock as he buried himself in you.

Every single time he had you like that, had his lips on you, had you moaning his name like a prayer on Sunday mornings, saw your sweet smile, smelled your perfume that he loved so much, heard your contagious laugh, he knew he lost.

Checkmate. 

tags: @nostalxgic ; @ilovepedro ; @bastardmandennis ; @tinygarbage ; @amanitacowboy ; @holesandlividity ; @planet-marz1 ; @joelmillers-whore ; @cool-iguana ; @janaispunk ; @freakygothgirl ; @survivingandenduring ; @clawdee ; @danaispunk ; @kiwisbell ; @untamedheart81

[gumisgirlfriend]

(๑>◡<๑),, TEASE

PAIRING:: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader WARNINGS:: 18+ NSFW CONTENT, megumi has a fat dick, praise, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart) SUMMARY:: craving your boyfriends attention, you decide to try and tease him while he plays video games with yuji.

Megumi sits on the couch, his usually messy hair dampened from his recent shower. He looks so pretty just sitting there, concentrated on his game, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Sometimes you wonder how you landed such a pretty thing like him.

"Need somethin' doll?" Megumi asks as you curl up beside him on the couch, moving his headset off one ear. You shake your head, leaning on his shoulder. "Just wanna see you, 'Gumi.." you murmur against his neck. His hand pats your thigh. "After I'm done we can watch a movie or something, 'kay?" He says, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Noo.." you pout, resting your cheek on his thigh as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. "Want you now, 'Gumi.." you murmur pleadingly, your sweet pout almost too precious to resist. But as much as he'd like to indulge in you, he had already made a promise to Yuji. He lets out a heavy sigh, running his thumb over your cheek. "Told Itadori that we'd play tonight, sweetheart. Wont be long, I swear." his velvet voice purrs. "Mmm.. okay..~" you mutter disappointedly, turning your gaze to the screen to watch as he plays. You can sometimes hear Yuji through his headset, yelling, and Megumi murmuring curses under his breath.

After ten minutes, you start to grow more impatient, your hand tracing small, teasing circles on his thigh. You sit up, fumbling with the straps of your tank top, your hardened nipples peeking through temptingly. He catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip before his gaze shifts back to the screen. You slip off the thin tank top, breasts still covered in hickeys and love bites from days before. "Gumi.." you whisper, your hand running teasingly up and down his inner thigh. His breath hitches, and he desperately tries to keep his eyes on the screen. He quickly mutes himself in the party. "Don't do this to me, doll.." he whispers back to you huskily, feeling his sweatpants tighten. Your hand caresses the growing heat in his pants, making his pretty cock twitch. "Pretty please.." you whine temptingly, pressing a soft few kisses around his adams apple as you stroke him through his pants. Your fingers slide underneath the waistband and into his boxers, feeling warm precum drip from his tip. He lets out a low groan, his head rolling back as his game comes to an end.

Your boyfriend unmutes himself in the party, “Mm, Yuji, I-I gotta go.” He mutters quickly before leaving the party, tossing off his headphones and controller.

“What the hell, Fushiguro?!” you hear Yuji yell before he leaves the party.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” he says, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You bite your lip innocently, shaking your head, “Want you so b-bad, ‘Gumi.”

He pulls you onto his lap, tugging off your shorts to reveal your dampened panties. He pulls out his dripping cock from his boxers, guiding your hand along it. “Just look what you do to me, doll..” he whimpers out, his hips bucking into your fingers. He pulls you by the waist into a sloppy kiss, letting out low moans into your mouth as you gently stroke his pretty cock.

Megumi flips you haphazardly onto your back, pressing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, all the way to your love-bitten breasts. He pins you to the couch as you kiss hastily, his erection teasingly brushing against your soaking wet panties. You break away from the kiss, lips coated in saliva. “P-please..” you sputter, your hips eagerly bucking against his.

“I know, doll.” He coos’, his fingers tantalizingly circling above the waistband of your panties, before tugging them off and down your legs. His tip teases your puffy clit, before he aligns his thick cock at your entrance. “Hold onto me, ‘kay baby?” he whispers reassuringly, his fingers interlacing with yours. Oh so slowly, he thrusts into you, earning a needy moan from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of you, and a low hiss from him.

As he plunges into you again, you can barely get a word out, “G-Gentle..” you whimper, still adjusting to his size.

“I-Ive got you, baby. Don’t worry.” his velvety voice purrs, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw as he thrusts into you tenderly. As you adjust to him, he picks up the pace, murmuring praise after praise in your ear. “You take me so good, doll..” he moans into your ear, his hands pressing you back into the couch as he starts to rut into you desperately. “F-Fuck..” he growls between heavy breaths, his tip repeatedly meeting your G-spot.

Your legs wrap around him, “‘M-m close, Gumi!” you moan out as your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Me t-too, baby.” He nods, continuing unrelentingly as you feel yourself reach your peak. With one last thrust, he buries his cock to the hilt inside you, eliciting a cry of his name from your lips.

Your back arches, and your legs tremble as he presses into you one last time, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as his warm seed fills you. His grip softens on your hands, and his forehead presses to yours. “Love you, baby.” he breathes out, cupping your face in his hands as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Suddenly you both hear noise come from Megumi’s headphones..

“What the fuck, dude?!” Yuji screams at the top of his lungs.

Megumi facepalms, his face flushing red.

“You.. forgot to leave the party, didn’t you?” you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Yup.”

[slutforsturns]

𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 - 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖔

warnings: giving head, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, pet names (ma, baby, etc), whimper audio mentions, very light (literally like one sentence) masturbation, aftercare !!!

a/n: my first story on here 🤭 pls send requests I promise I'll do them! also tell me if u like the story!

MDNI !!!!

word count: 2.4k

mini playlist: dangerous woman by ariana grande, often by the weekend, shut up and listen by nicholas bonnin, bathroom by montell fish >3333

enjoy!

You were at a party with your friends, a girl hangout. 

You were all drunk and had decided to play truth or dare. 

Unfortunately, it was your turn. 

“Truth or dare,” One of your friends asked you. 

If you were your usual sober self, you would have said truth. 

But right now, you were dangerously drunk. 

“Dare” You say, giggling as you wait for your friends to tell you what you have to do. 

Your friend looks at the group, whispering something before she turns to you. 

“Your dare is to text the third man in your contacts and ask him for a whimper audio.” She says, laughing as she watches your eyes widen slightly. 

But instead of being a baby and not doing it, you open your phone and go to your contacts.

You gasp when you see who it is. Matt Sturniolo, your enemy. 

You had texted him a few days ago about something, probably to get on his nerves, but now, you were going to have to text him and request a whimper audio. 

Oh God. 

Your friends watched eagerly as you typed out ‘send me a whimper audio’. You knew your friends were waiting on you to send it so you decided against clarifying it was for a dare, for right now, at least. 

Your fingers shook as you hit send, immediately regretting your decision, even in your drunken state. 

Your friends squealed as it sent and almost immediately, you saw that he read it. 

You hit yourself in the head but just sigh and turn your phone off, continuing the game. 

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You arrived home an hour later, by Uber, and crashed into your apartment, making a beeline for your couch. 

Your head was pounding and you collapsed on the couch, breathing deeply. Your head felt like it was spinning on a merry-go-round and you could see fucking sounds and hear colors. 

You were close to passing out when a ding went off. You fumbled for your phone that was still in your pocket and opened it. It was a message from Matt. 

No, not a message. A voice note. It was just over two minutes long. You groan and think about the whimper audio dare. You were sure it was just two minutes of Matt asking what the hell was wrong with you and why the hell you would ask that. 

Even though you know it’s a bad idea, you still click on it. 

Immediately, you hear a soft moan. And then another one, and another one. 

And you think, just for a moment, in the background you can hear something else. 

Is that his-? You ask yourself. You shake your head and continue to listen. 

A loud moan erupts from your phone and heat shoots right to your core. You debate throwing your phone but instead take a deep breath. 

At about a minute in, you hear his voice. 

“F-fuck, Y/N, I’m about to cum thinking about you.” You hear Matt say softly. His voice sounds far off as his heavy breathing comes through your speakers. 

“This is what you do to me, Y/N.” You hear him whisper again. “I’m so fucking glad you asked for this, was wondering when you’d get my hints.” He laughed slightly, a groan following right after. 

You could hear his breathing speed up as his movements sounded faster through the phone. 

And you couldn’t help the way his words made you feel. Horny. Very fucking horny. 

You couldn’t control yourself as you started the voice note over and your hand sneakily made its way under your sweats and into your panties. 

You began to circle your clit and let out a moan that was almost in sync with Matt’s. “Oh fuck, “ You whimpered quickly before removing your hand from yourself. 

You quickly paused the audio and texted Matt. 

‘Please come over, I need you so bad.’ 

You hit send and waited eagerly for a response. You got one nearly immediately. 

‘Omw ma’

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Ten minutes later, you hear a knock on your door.

All you’ve been doing is listening to the audio. Over and over and over. 

And trying not to touch yourself has been torture. But you knew it would be worth it when you heard those sounds in real life. 

You rush to the door and fling it open, mouth dropping when you see Matt. 

Black tank top, gray sweats hanging so low you could see the top of his Calvin Klein underwear, silver chain on his neck. You could almost drop to your knees right then and there. 

He smirked at you before sliding past you. You shut the door quickly and spun around to face him. 

“Send a whimper audio, hm?” He asked, slowly moving towards you. “What in the world made you ask me that? Because I know it wasn’t of your own doing, baby.” He pointed out, getting nearer. 

You began to back away from him until your back hit the front door. “It was a dare.” You respond, gulping. 

He smiled down at you as he stood above you. “Was it now?” 

You nod quickly and avert your eyes from his face but he puts his fingers under your chin and turns your face back to his. 

“Well, you got your whimper audio. So what do I get?” He asked you, quietly, dipping down to your ear. “Hm?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” You admit. Matt just chuckles and starts peppering soft kisses along your jaw. 

“But Ma, I think you do. It’s not fair that I give you something and I get nothing in return. That’s not right, now is it?” He asks, licking a stripe up your neck. 

You shake your head dumbly, relishing in the feeling of Matt’s mouth on your neck. “Mhm no that’s not f-fair.” You say, slurring your words. 

“Yeah, so what do you think we should do about that, hm?” 

You just so happened to glance down between the two of you. You could see Matt’s hardened bulge in his sweats and dropped down to your knees. 

You gazed up at him and began to slowly draw his sweats down. You said nothing, just gazed at him through your long eyelashes. You could see his cock in his underwear, straining against the fabric, begging to be let free. 

“May I?” You asked him, your voice dripping with honey. He simply nodded quickly and you wasted no time pulling his underwear down and running your small hand along his length, 

Matt watched intently as you carefully licked a stripe up the underside of his length, your tongue running along a vein that had him throwing his head back, holding back a groan. 

You wrapped your lips around his tip, tasting his salty-sweet precum on your tongue. Matt let out a low groan, and feverishly watched as you took him in your mouth, inch by painstaking inch. 

“Fuck princess, please hurry up.” He almost begged, head falling forward. You smiled around his cock but took him until his tip touched the back of your throat. 

“Mhm yeah that’s it” He groaned, various curses spilling out of his mouth as you ran your tongue along the underside of his length. But Matt was still impatient, growing frustrated at your slow pace. 

He didn’t want to but his pleasure was so blinding that he could hardly think about the repercussions right now. He took your head and moved it back and forth on his dick. 

You let out a squeal around his dick but quickened your pace. Tears pricked at the edge of your vision and you gagged around Matt but it didn’t stop his hand from continuing to force his dick farther and farther down your throat. 

“Fuck baby, you’re absolutely loving my dick in your mouth, hm?” He forced out through gritted teeth. 

His words shot straight to your core and you could feel the wetness down there. You wanted to hurry up so he could go ahead and just fuck you. 

You began to play with his balls in your hand, earning a moan to erupt from Matt’s mouth along with another strained “Fuck Ma.”

You could feel his balls tighten and knew he was coming close to his finish. And you wanted to help him. 

You tried to fit his whole length in your mouth and managed to get most of it in. Then you began running your tongue all along his shaft. 

“Baby, you’re gonna swallow all my cum, okay?” He instructed. 

Spit came out of the sides of your mouth and your vision began to blur from your lack of air but you had to do this for Matt. It was only fair. 

He fucked your face roughly before finally letting out a loud groan and shooting thick spurts of cum straight down your throat. 

He pulled out quickly and you gulped down air, panting as tears forced themself out the edges of your eyes. 

You looked up at Matt who had regained his breath and gave him a small smile before wiping your mouth. 

Matt could feel himself hardening again from the sight beneath him. He needed to be inside of you, now.

He took you under your arms from where you sat on the floor and hoisted you up and over his shoulder. You let out a squeak but don’t try anything as he carries you to your bedroom. 

He takes you off of his shoulder and places you on the bed before immediately shedding his tank, throwing it somewhere on the floor. 

You took yours off quickly too, not wanting to waste any time. You wanted this, you needed this. 

Matt came over to you on the bed and started kissing you, not gently but roughly. His lips were urgent and yours fought back, a mess of teeth and tongue. 

His hands wandered to your bra and started unclipping it, throwing it when he finally got it off. He broke the kiss and leaned back to look at you, your breasts on display for him. 

“So fucking beautiful Ma” Matt said. 

You let out a soft whimper at his words, your nipples hardening to the point of pain. 

“You helped me so I help you, yeah? How about we get these leggings off?” He asked you and you nodded quickly, maybe too quickly but you were too blinded by your need for pleasure, especially if it came from him. 

He pulled the leggings off you and discarded them. You suddenly remembered that you were wearing lacy blue panties, which you just so happened to remember was Matt’s favorite color. 

“Did you wear these for me, baby?” He smirked. You whined, becoming needy for him to touch you. 

“Please Matt, I need you so bad.” You whined out, grasping for his hands to just go ahead and take your underwear off. He didn’t resist as you guided his hands to the waistband of your underwear and drew his hands down, dragging your underwear with it, until they slipped off your legs and into the bedding. 

He moved your legs open slightly, licking his lips when he saw how wet your cunt was, your wetness practically dripping down your slit. Matt simply couldn’t wait anymore, he needs you right now. 

He looked to you for consent as he lined his cock up with your entrance. You nodded and he sank into you immediately, groaning. You whined at the quick intrusion but Matt stopped for a moment to let you get adjusted to his size before he continued. 

He pulled out before thrusting into you at an agonizingly slow pace. You clawed at the bedsheets, practically begging him to just go faster, to fuck you into the mattress, to be rough, to hurry up. 

“Damn, you’re really needy, huh ma?” He commented, rolling his hips lazily. You whined again. “Faster, faster, please go faster Matt” You begged him, writhing with need under him. 

Then, in what seemed like almost a second, he quickly took you under your knees and raised you up before thrusting into you roughly. You moaned loudly, happy with the new pace. He quickly found a rhythm that had you screaming his name so loud people several floors down probably heard you. 

“So fucking tight, baby.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You squeezed around his cock, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Matt, M’ gonna-”

“Mhm yeah baby, gonna cum on my cock? Huh, you gonna cum on my fucking cock?” 

You nodded mindlessly, desperately grinding yourself on Matt’s cock in a feeble attempt to chase your high. Your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts, breathy moans erupting from your mouth every time he slams into you. He thrusted so hard into you that the headboard began to hit the wall but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a single fuck. 

You hold onto the sheets so tight, it feels like your fingers might go straight through them. You’ve never been fucked this hard and needless to say, you were fucking loving it. 

And then you felt it, that wonderful knot unraveling in your stomach, the intense pleasure that rippled through your body and caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You chanted Matt’s name over and over as you rode your high, so much it didn’t even sound like a real word anymore. 

As you came on Matt’s cock, your pussy gripped his cock in the perfect way and then, Matt was cumming too. It seemed like it wouldn’t stop as he shot his sperm into you, not stopping his assault on your pussy as he fucked his cum into you. 

“So fucking perfect, Ma. ‘Could fuck this pussy all night” Matt said. And then, he slumped over, exhausted but so fucking happy. 

You two stayed like that for a few minutes so you could both catch your breath. Then Matt pulled out and watched as his cum slowly poured out of you onto the bed. 

Your eyes fluttered gently as Matt wiped a piece of hair out of your face. He went to the bathroom and turned on the water, starting to make you a bath. Then he went back to you. “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, helping you to use the toilet so you didn’t get a UTI. 

Then he carefully put you into the bathtub and cleaned you off, washing your body and hair, all the while you let him. He took extra care to wash the soap off and wrap you in a fluffy towel. He carried you back to the bed and took the sheets off and threw them in the wash before putting new ones on the bed. 

He laid down with you and cuddled. You wrapped your arms around his neck and muttered “I love yous” on his skin. 

----<333

[theemporium]

Hey Cece, happy Monday! I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but if you are I'd (please) love fem driver x Charles or Daniel. Maybe after a race doesn't go so well she barges into the after party (in front of everyone) and demands one of them fuck her right this second 👀 thank you x

it is very much not monday anymore, i am so sorry but thank you for requesting!🖤

.

The tension had been lingering for months before this race weekend.

Everyone knew there was something brewing between you and the Aussie driver. The two of you knew it too and you both constantly toed the line of friends or something more, but there was always something holding you back from making the move.

But this weekend was different. 

It was meant to be a good weekend. Your pace was good. The car felt good. You were setting fast laps for all three practices. You even qualified pretty fucking well on Saturday afternoon in peperation for the race. But the second lights out were called, everything seemed to go to shit. 

Between bad strategy calls and even worse luck with safety cars and pit stops, you had been on edge since the race ended. You were frustrated, pissed and you needed something to take your anger out on—and getting shit-faced wasn’t enough for tonight. 

You needed something more. 

Scratch that—you needed someone. 

You had stormed into the party looking as pretty as death herself in the little black dress you slipped on, the two shots you had before you left your room only fuelling your determination as you strided through the party like it was for you—and not Max who had won the race. 

Your eyes locked on the Aussie driver as you made your way across the cramped club, pushing through the throng of dancing people until you made it to the booth where Daniel was sitting with a few other drivers and Red Bull team members.

You stopped short by the booth, your hands crossed over your chest. 

“Fucking hell, sunshine,” Daniel grinned up at you, shamelessly letting his eyes wander your figure as he took in the sight of you. “You’re looking gorgeous tonight. Is this all for little ol’ me?” 

But you were done with the teasing remarks and the back and forth game. You wanted him and you wanted to know if you were wasting your time. 

“Are you gonna fuck me or not, Ricciardo?” 

Max, who was sitting next to the Aussie driver, had all but choked on his drink as the words left your mouth, smacking his chest as he looked between the two of you with wide eyes. 

Daniel laughed nervously. “What?”

But you didn’t hesitate as you leaned over, one hand leaning on the table and the other placed on the booth just behind his head. “I have had a shit day and I need some help working things off,” you said, your voice a little lower than usual and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fell to your lips. “Now, are you gonna finally stop pissing around and fuck me, or do I need to find someone else to do it?” 

He quickly shook his head. “I’m your man, sunshine.” 

“Good. Then fuck me.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Neither one of you could be bothered waiting for a taxi to head back to the hotel, so Daniel had quickly linked your hands together and guided you towards the bathrooms at the back of the club. You both quickly scampered in, locking the door behind you before your hands were all over each other. 

“I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head of yours,” Daniel groaned from behind you as he pushed the material of your dress to your hips, tugging your panties to the side before he slid inside you, swearing at how wet and tight you were. 

“Please,” you moaned out, your hands gripping the edge of the sink as you felt him bottom out inside you.

“That’s it, beg for me,” he whispered in your ear, his hands caging you in against the sink as he began to thrust his hips, each one hard and deep. “Beg for me to fuck you dumb.” 

“Fuck me until I can’t think,” you whined to him, your eyes meeting his heated gaze in the mirror as he grinned back at you. 

“Gonna make sure my name is the only thing you remember, sunshine.”

.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Did Catholic reader ever watch other male pornstars who Eddie might know through the industry? I can image he’d be jealous if he found out. Especially if he saw her talking or flirting with them at one of his parties!

absolutely!

she did watch other men in movies, but eddie was always her favorite one. i could see her having a second favorite though, one that she never told eddie about. let’s say this guy is our man, steve harrington. he is a friend of eddie’s, and he turns up at one of the parties that eddie is throwing. she’s still kinda mad at eddie for his whole thing of showing his movies at parties, and she decides to get back at him. to give him a taste of his own medicine, if you will.

she sees steve at one of his parties, and sets her sights on him. i’m thinking this is when eddie is still secretly dating her, maybe before they really go public with their relationship. so, steve has no idea that she’s eddie’s girlfriend, and flirts back with her when she starts. eddie eventually finds them, and his blood immediately starts to boil when he sees them together. he walks over and takes her arm, turning her around to face him.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” eddie asks.

“im making a new friend with another porn star i used to watch,” she says, jerking away from him and turning back to the man.

eddie takes her arm again, and wheels her around. “what the hell do you mean? I thought I was the only one you used to watch.”

“you were my favorite,” she says. “but you weren’t the only one.”

“what?!” he asks, feeling his jealousy and rage beginning to boil. “you told me i was the only one!”

“well, maybe i lied, asshole,” she says. “how does it feel?”

“you’re a real brat,” he says. “you know that, don’t you?”

“should i go, or?” steve asks, visibly confused.

“no, stay,” she says, cuddling up to him. “eddie here was supposed to be my boyfriend, but he thought it was cute to show his porn to everyone at the last party. including a bunch of women.”

“oh, that’s not cool, man,” steve says.

“enough of this bullshit!” eddie says, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him. “you’re getting back at me, fine. whatever. but cut the shit.”

“what shit?” she asks, jerking out of his grip forcefully and pressing against steve. “maybe this one will treat me better.”

“you ARE hot,” steve says.

“excuse me?!” eddie thunders, pushing her out of the way and getting in his face. “you wanna maybe say that again, fucker?”

“i said she’s fucking hot,” steve says. “no use lying or denying it.”

“i’m taking you home,” he says to her. “right now.”

“fuck that and fuck you,” she says to him. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“then get away from him!” eddie says.

“why?” she asks. “are you jealous, eddie?”

“yes!” eddie says. “now enough of these games! let’s go!”

“hm, no,” she says, turning toward steve and pulling him down for a kiss.

what happens next happens fast. she feels herself being pulled away rather roughly, and then eddie is punching steve. steve didn’t have time to punch back; he didn’t even have much time to react to what was happening next. eddie grabs her and slaps her ass, bending her over in front of steve. she moans, pushing back against eddie before he growls. people were watching now, the party forgotten as they laid their eyes upon the drama unfolding before their eyes.

“you want me to show them you belong to me?” eddie asks. “huh?”

“mmm hmm,” she says, pushing back again. “want you to show them that i’m all yours.”

“gladly,” he says, ripping her shirt and skirt and discarding the ratty remains. she moans, and he pushes her panties aside to slip inside of her. “eddie!”

“this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” he snarls. “wanted to give everyone a live fucking show?”

“yes,” she moans, clenching around him as he starts to drill her. “it’s what i wanted all along, daddy.”

“you’re such a bad fucking girl,” he says, slapping her ass as hard as he can. “you’re just so goddamn depraved.”

“you can do better than that,” she says. “show them what you’re really capable of.”

“okay,” he says, reaching down to choke her as he pounds her. steve is in awe, his jaw dropped. everyone else is whispering and gaping, unable to believe what they’re seeing. “like this, you goddamn brat?”

“yes,” she breathes. “please don’t stop.”

“trust me, I won’t,” he says. “we won’t be done until I say we’re done. i think bringing you to the edge and not letting you cum is fitting, don’t you?”

“no,” she whines. “eddie—“

“shut up,” he hisses. “you wanna make me jealous? fine. but that doesn’t go without consequences, baby.”

“you’re just mad because he’s hotter than you,” she goads.

“the fuck did you just say?” eddie asks, yanking her head up as he drills against her sweet spot. “maybe wanna repeat that?”

“i said he’s hotter than you,” she says.

he pulls out of her and slaps her pussy, before slamming back inside of her. “his dick isn’t even as big as mine. you would know that.”

“but he’s still hotter,” she says.

“no the fuck he isn’t,” eddie says. “you’re just being a goddamn brat right now.”

“bet he could make me choke on his cock,” she says. “bet he could make me cum and scream and—“

“I said shut your mouth!” he says, laying three harsh spanks on her ass. “he isn’t the one inside of you right now, is he? he isn’t making you a soaking fucking mess. he isn’t making you clench, he isn’t making you moan, he isn’t gonna make you cum. that’s all me.”

“maybe i’m thinking about him,” she says. “I am looking at him, after all.”

eddie pulls out, clearing off a table. bowls and drinks fall to the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t care about the mess. he throws her onto the table and pushes inside of her again, moaning as he does so. he grabs her throat, holding her in place. “look at me now, baby. don’t look at any of them. be a good girl for me, and stop this act; I promise I’ll let you cum.”

“mark me,” she begs. “show them that I really do belong to you.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, fucking her hard as he leaves hickeys along her skin. “is that what you want?”

“yes,” she moans, clawing at his back. “fuck me…please keep fucking me, eddie…”

“becoming too cock dumb now, are we?” he teases, biting her neck as she cries out. “poor thing.”

“just you, eddie…” she says, gripping him harder as he hammers her sweet spot. “just you..”

———————

mini taglist: @littledemondani @andvys @wroteclassicaly @succubusmunson @eddieschains @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @trashmouth-richie @mothball-munson @eiightysixbaby @happylilthought @keikoraven @sunkillerdreamer @hideoutside @findapenny

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Got inspired and made a Modern!Scaramouche x FemReader!

Tagging @hitomisuzuya because they're the local Scara simp 💜

⚠Warnings⚠:Alcohol Consumption, unprotected sex, Scara being an ass, cigarette useage.

Bad Influence

Scaramouche, the indigo haired male you've come to swoon over despite being told not to. He's a distant man, often straying away from people, always hanging out in alleyways and the roof of the collage you both attend.

You love him. He makes the sun shine brighter and the stars twinkle brighter. Your heart beats faster when he touches your back to move past or to move you aside.

You want to kiss him so bad it hurts.

The worst part is he didn't really acknowledge your existence, always brushing over your attempts to talk, only ever sparing you the time of day to ask where something or someone was. You've never given up though because you're determined to win his affections. He may be cold and unapproachable, but you have a stubborn streak. Even if it took an extra few months to get to him, he eventually would come around. The world just needed a little push in that direction.

Normally people would say this is a good thing, being as he was a bad influence, constantly in trouble. But that didn't stop your determination to gain his affection . Scaramouche has a lot to do with your current predicament. A couple days ago you were hanging out with some friends at the collage and you got roped into drinking after school. A large party raged as it was being hosted by the popular Football player Itto, you only went because your friend dragged you here, however you got into a drinking game with her and some others resulting in your head going fuzzy, you excused yourself to go try and find the bathroom, not that you needed to go but you hoped it would be quieter to try and collect your self.

You never realized that Scaramouche had also dormed in the same dormitory as Itto, never really been thought of until your hand gripped the wrong doorknob, opening it to a dark room. It was hard to see compared to the flashing lights of the party.

You didn't have much time to make out what room you had entered before hearing him, it was Scaramouche's room, he was laying on his bed, face flushed, distorted into an angry look with his hand gripping his cock, now red and throbbing. You had walked in on him during such an intimate moment.

"Hey dumbass! Can you hear me?! I asked why the hell you opened my door! " he shouted , making you jump from the sound of his voice. You were still trying to regain your composure, you felt a blush coming onto your cheeks and your eyes darted to anywhere else

"S-Sorry! I didn't know this was y-your room, I'll just-"

"Hey aren't you that weirdo that keeps following me around like a lost puppy? Yeah, Y/N wasn't it?" He sighed sitting up some not even bothering to cover himself, his soft indigo hair sticking to his face with sweat as his dangerous eyes looked at you.

Your face blushing hard not sure what to do, mind swirling with thoughts as your body heated up, dampening your panties.

This was one instance where you wished you weren't a girl. At least that way you'd have enough self control and wouldn't be acting like a hormonal teenager.

Scaramouche smirked noticing how flustered you seemed.

"Close the door and come over here" He commanded in a dark tone, you could leave if you wanted, he wasn't forcing you to stay but..this is what you've been fantasizing about since you seen him, to be in his arms at his

You did as he requested and stood facing him, your fingers fiddling with each other in front of you. You could feel your chest tighten with nervousness, your breath getting short. You were shaking lightly, you couldn't believe you were doing this. You were practically going through every sexual fantasy you had ever had.

He sat in his bed facing you "On your knees" he said as you complied, now level to his throbbing member, a bead of precum now gathering on the tip

"Suck it"

he said as you obliged. His lips wrapped around and sucked the bead off, earning a groan from him in response. Twirling your tongue around the head as you made your way further to take him whole , taking deep breaths in effort not to gag while you did so. Once he gave you permission you lifted your head, his dick twitching and leaking more fluid in response, the sight giving you all kinds of pleasure. It was like watching a fucking porn star, you swore you couldn't breathe as it sent shivers up your spine.

He pulled you up and onto his bed as his lips pushed against yours, his slender fingers making quick work of your shorts and panties, plunging two into your soaking heat, muttering against your lips "You're already so wet, you've been thinking about doing this have you slut? " his lilac eyes half lidded as his soft lips pressed against your neck, sucking and biting against the skin. "Tell me how badly you need this bitch..."

you moaned, his hand roaming your body as you moved your hips against his hand, his mouth moving towards your breasts as his hot breath warmed them. "Fuck... i-I need you scara" you moaned out , pulling away from your neck for air."Good" he breathed out as you felt the tip nudge against your hole

"you better be glad I'm inpatient tonight or I'd make you wait for it, you're mine now~" he murmured, thrusting once, then again into you. This caused you to let out another cry, feeling your stomach contract as your pussy clamped down on his cock, pushing your own arousal to greater heights, "Please...." you whimpered

"Please what? " he asked groaning some as his hips snap back against yours in a harsh pace, your cries now louder as your inner walls rubbed against the base of his cock, you tried to move back against him and he pulled away from you as you began to shake, feeling your legs trembling underneath you

"Please faster, deeper" you begged, moaning out as he growled, his hips picking up pace as his nails cut into your soft hips, arousal dripping down the length of his cock. He shoved harder as you bucked your hips, feeling your orgasm begin to build.

"Shit!" he grunted as he thrust into you as deep as possible, causing you to gasp and squirm underneath him, "Oh Fuck Y/N you're going to cum like a fucking whore" he groaned as he came inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you, his breathing heavy as he held you close to him, his cock pulsating inside you. You felt your climax building as you felt your body tense up, your muscles clenching around him as you cried out loud. Your vision began turning white as you felt a small surge in your core as you finished your high. As the last wave left you, the pressure on your lower abdomen subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted as your entire body quivered.

His body laying besides yours, it didn't take long for you to smell that familar smell of cigarette smoke, His arm behind your head as your leaned against him. You both lay in silence, content to just lie there, listening to the faint sounds of partying.

[keisha-knell]

Seven minutes in heaven part 3

Warning there will be smut!

School the next day nothing was seeming different besides Skye hassling me about the party Saturday. “Nothing happened Skye” I said closing my locker, “keep denying it but I know what I heard” she said. I groaned knowing she was right, “well it didn’t” I still denied turning from my locker only to see the same boy I kissed in the closet.

“Hey y/n” Tyler said as he adjusted his bag, “what is it Tyler?” I asked and he looked at me like he was taken a back. “Woah what did I do?” He asked in a hurry, “why are you talking to me?” I asked leaning against my locker side eyeing Skye.

“Wow so I make out with you at a party and now your being a complete bitch” he said and Skye looked at the two of us wide eyed. “I KNEW IT!” She yelled and I placed my hand over her mouth, get out of my face” I said to Tyler who rolled his eyes. “Whatever” he said before walking off and I removed my hand from Skye.

“Well y/n got anything to say” Skye teased, “oh shut up” I said annoyed. “Hey you got yourself into this one” she said crossing her arms, she wasn’t wrong though. The bell for class rang and we went our separate ways I had English while Skye had maths, I walked down the hall seeing students enter classrooms when someone grabbed my arm pulling me.

I was pulled into a classroom and the person quickly let the blinds on the door down. When I looked over I saw Tyler, “what the hell was that?” He asked sounding hurt. “What was what?” I asked, he took a step forward, “why are you denying it?” He asked.

“It was nothing Tyler” I said and he shook his head, “no no you don’t get to say that” he said. What had gotten into him it was a silly game of seven minutes in heaven. “Think of it as a bad one night stand” I said and he leaned in pinning me against the desk, “if you think you’ll just forget about it that’s where you’re wrong y/n” he said and his breath was warm against my neck.

“Yea and what are you seriously going to do about it?” I asked and he grabbed my chin placing a kiss deepening it as he leaned in on top of me, again his hands went to my waist but this time he had a grip, moving his lips away and down my jaw until he stopped at my neck.

“Just a one night thing y/n?” He asked before roughly kissing my neck. “Go to hell” I whispered and he smirked, “oh princess I can take you to heaven and beyond if I wanted to” he said nipping the skin between his teeth.

“Doubt that” I said and he looked at me with a devils look in his eyes. “Wanna bet” he said and i stifled a laugh, “yea right” I said laughing and he hoisted me up so I was now sitting on the edge of the table, “don’t rile me up or I’ll have you begging” he said only his voice lower.

His hands gripped onto my thighs as he lowered his head placing kisses on my thighs. His eyes flickering up to see my reactions as he kissed further down my thighs until he was close to my core. His finger tips brushing against my skin send goosebumps.

“Well princess let’s see how long it takes you to come undone for me” he whispered as he moved my panties to the side diving his tongue right in. I leaned back on the table as his tongue worked its magic and his fingers maintaining a deadly grip on my thighs. Instinctively wrapping my legs around him wanting more feeling myself come closer to bliss. “Ty I’m close” I moaned as he moved his tongue a little faster and added his fingers, until I reached my high. He looked up at me from between my thighs a smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth, “good girl” he said with the same smirk.

“Now we’ll see if you still want to deny last night” he whispered, I stared at him as I sat up fixing my skirt and panties. “Looks like class is starting soon don’t want to be late” he said winking back at me as he grabbed his bag leaving the room to go to his class and leaving me to process what just happened.

[dryonsenpai]

Hey, I’m that anon from before. After spending all my hardly earned keys trying to get Lucifer (Selfie) and, of course, failing miserably because their drop rates are insanely bad, I uninstalled the game. Really, I had enough of it. I can’t obtain new red keys because all of my characters are maxed out and I won’t spend hours playing Panty Party to get just one or two of them. Then, since there’s no way for me to get the cards for the character I like the most without paying lots of money for it, there was nothing for me to do in the game anymore. And I won’t even start on the Belphegor banner. 5% chances of getting him and his artifact, but around 4,4% for the artifact and 0,6% for the character? What the hell? Really, all of this nonsense made me lose interest in the game as a whole, and I don’t even care anymore. They said the Summer version of all the kings is coming soon, and, even if Lucifer is on it, I don’t care anymore and don’t doubt they will still manage to squeeze money into it. Whatever. Sorry for my manner of expressing myself over this, but this is so frustrating. If they had started like this, it would be fine by me, but they are slowly changing the game and taking away all the free farming things. Even a whale I follow on X has commented that the new red keys deals were absurd, so you can see how overboard and greedy they’re being. I don’t even doubt them putting the new H-scenes behind a paywall in the future as well, since it’s something people actually look for. It is a really good game, with beautiful art and captivating characters, but the company is truly making it not worth the players’ time anymore. Well… That’s it for me, I guess. Again, sorry for intruding like this again in your inbox, and I hope that you can manage to get Lucifer (Selfie) and that you have a good day, too!

I'm so sorry you couldn't get Lucifer selfie after all of those tries, I'm sorry for everyone who couldn't get him :c (I did get him but it took a whopping 700 red keys & a lot of object dupes, but I got bloodshed Levi too)

What you say is completely understandable and it's true that they're being absolutely greedy & it's nonsense to keep supporting PB, now I'm only there cuz I want Michael but I doubt that I'll be able to get him with only 3k+ seals but I'll try

Maybe if they change back & make things not paywalled & a more f2p friendly game then people will come back, but they're now telling us to, pretty much, f off. But as you say, they'll probably be even greedier & paywall h-scenes

Thank you for expressing yourself & your feelings through this ask box, I encourage anyone who wants to express themselves to do so here, so don't worry about spamming my ask box cuz that's why I enabled anon asks for. Have a nice day! ^v^

And again, I'm sorry you decided to quit, but it's best for you to not waste your time on a lost cause

[bettsfic]

it took 140 hours, but i finally finished my first playthrough of baldur's gate 3. overall i'm insane about it but there are a few things that really pissed me off. my (many) thoughts in no particular order under the cut.

i forced myself to play the full game totally vanilla, no mods even though i'm so bad at games i usually need cheats to make it to the end. not to mention i've hated inventory management in every game i've ever played (except genshin. love u, hyv). but i was patient, and i played on explorer mode, and i savescummed the hell out of it (hence 140 hours). but as SOON as i finished the epilogue, i turned around and installed 30 mods, most of which are QoL things that shouldn't even need to be modded (vertical camera pitch, WASD option, stackable items, sortable inventory, highlight ALL interactable objects).

i decided i wanted to play both a Dark Urge playthrough and an I'm Just Ken playthrough, but after making two new characters and, through my endless youtube diving, accidentally getting spoiled on what i think is the major durge reveal, i decided simply to make Ken the Dark Urge.

every other minute he goes, "Hi! I'm Ken," and then thinks about murder. it's great.

obvs he's going to romance Shadowheart (although i may download the poly mod and romance everyone).

MAJOR SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

here are my Thoughts, in no particular order, because i don't know where else to put them:

i didn't enjoy romancing Astarion as much as i thought i would, because i came to see him less as a romantic interest and ended up identifying with him more than my Tav. that said, i'm very excited to do Astarion's origin playthrough

i ended up enjoying my Halsin romance more, because it was a more traditional slowburn, and Halsin's quest was totally external conflict. on one hand, that made me less interested in him as a character overall; on the other, it was SO SATISFYING to find out he had been Pining for me the whole time. sometimes i just need a little bodice-ripper content, as a treat

obviously i'm also into Astarion/Halsin and Astarion/Halsin/Tav

however the only viable fic idea i have is Astarion/Shadowheart? i blame this fanvid

no, really, what was so different about Early Access that OP got this much Astarion/Shadowheart material? the description in the video says they were disappointed by how their dynamic had changed for full release

okay, time or my biggest beef:

Haarlep pissed me off almost enough to stop playing the game. not in a purity way, but in a "this is just bad writing" way

i mean, your options are to kill him or fuck him. that's not consent. and when you agree to fuck him, you have to roll several checks to keep him from killing you. then he steals your likeness so that whenever he has sex with someone else, you have a spontaneous orgasm

i wanted to dismiss it as dead dove, but the point of dead dove is that 1) it is labeled, and there was no indication whatsoever i was about to walk into this, and 2) dead dove implies the creator is aware that the content is filth for filth's sake. i saw no evidence that that quest was anything more than the sniffing panties buff of D:OS2

the sadist in the goblin camp? that's good filth. you have a little public BDSM demo that you can easily nope out of, and if you finish it you get a permanent buff. your companions have fun things to say. and there's no major quest attached to it, so you can completely walk past it. and the Drow twins were the same. and Mizora. just horny content for players who enjoy that kind of thing, and easily disregarded for players who don't. i don't understand why Haarlep had to be different

like, you're looking around for the hammer. you come across Haarlep, who is bored and wants to have fun with you. maybe he offers the promise of a buff that will help in the coming battle with the Absolute. if your romanced character is in the party, you have a dialogue option to talk to them about it first. maybe in parting, he gives you a hint about where to find the hammer, and it's in a completely different room

but no, you *have* to interact with him to advance the quest, can't talk your way out of it, and it leaves you with a skeevy pseudo-debuff

when i went to look it up, i saw so many forum posts of people being like, hmm this made me really uncomfortable, and (presumably) men responding, it was consensual! you have the option to kill him! and it's frightening that so many people think that way

also when you have a female Tav and you choose a male Haarlep, the animation doesn't change to account for the position. Haarlep straddles you the whole time. and that just made me interpret the scene as a male succubus rape fantasy

and your companions have to WATCH. and they don't intervene or even say anything about it. if you've romanced Astarion and he's in your party, you get one point of disapproval and that's it. like he wouldn't have an Opinion over that kind of coercion? i saw some youtube videos and know that he says something about it much later when you spontaneously orgasm, but that's it

i hope there's something i'm missing, and someone will come into my ask and go "ummm actually" and tell me some important factoid of game development that will make me interpret the scene differently

i ended up resetting and just not doing the House of Hope questline. i didn't bother with the hammer, either. honestly the whole Githyanki plot confused me and i was more invested in my conflict with the Emperor. i ended up siding with him and killing Orpheus so that no one would have to turn into a mindflayer. i was expecting to have to persuade him out of taking the crown himself, but he just noped off for some reason

this is another thing i wonder if i missed. i never understood his motivations or goals beyond "protect you" and "manipulate you." so he's Balduran and he killed his dragon and...what else? to what end? it would have been more satisfying to me if he planned to take the crown for himself but decides not to because of the bond he's forged with you. but maybe i can interpret it that way anyway

yes i fucked the Emperor

but i fucked him in Guardian form

like a COWARD

i was very torn about all the characters' final decisions. in the end, i kept Jenheart and spawn Astarion. i let Wyll and Karlach choose for themselves (and loved their ending together). i couldn't prioritize Gale or Lae'zel this playthrough because i was focused on too many other things, and i got their bad endings (although i ended on good terms with Lae'zel despite killing Orpheus?)

i played as a beast master ranger (i mained a beast master hunter in WoW for years) and i've seen in several places on the internet that it's supposedly the worst subclass, but let me tell you...

the bird companion. nobody is talking about the bird companion. by the end, it has two actions, the ability to blind, and your bird can call in two more birds. you can have a total of FOUR BIRDS

the red dragon in the final battle? couldn't do shit. it spent the entire time blinded by my bird. nearly everyone on the battlefield was dead by the end, but my bird still had over 50% of its HP. the bird is BROKEN

in my I'm Just Ken playthrough, i'm going to multiclass Shadowheart into a raven girl. the birds spoiled me and i can't imagine playing without them now

it's weird to me that there's penis physics but no boob physics. did anyone else notice that? you wiggle the male avatar and the dick moves. you wiggle the female avatar and her boobs are like rocks. even when she's lying down, the boobs stay exactly as they are

listen, i have a lot of complaints. the bugs made the game nearly unplayable for me. i know they're putting out patches fast, but i think it'll still be years before i would recommend this game to someone who is on the fence about playing it. if you're not immediately dropping everything to fuck the hot sad vampire, you might as well wait until the game is cleaner at like hotfix 856

BUT

i've never experienced anything like this game. every decision matters. every character has a story. there are so many potential paths and opportunities that it's literally impossible for the fan wiki to be completely accurate. i cried at least 4 times, and by the end, saying goodbye to Karlach, i was actually sobbing. i'm old enough now to know that these states of immersion into fictional worlds are rarer than they used to be, and i'm so grateful to this game for giving me so many hours of fun and escape

unlike books, movies, and tv, where i get invested and move on and rarely read or watch anything twice, video games are always such a learning curve for me that when i get into a game, i stay there. i have thousands of hours into Genshin and SDV, and i have a feeling BG3 will be the same. this game is so, so flawed, but it's ambitious beyond any narrative i've ever encountered, and i really admire it for that

i would love to find a Discord server for it that's not overwhelmingly huge, just the people writing fic and making art. it's been a long time since i've been involved in a fandom and i really miss it

[from-leviathans-coffin]

I wanted to put together in one place all the things that Prettybusy has announced / promised so far for What in Hell is Bad, and figured this would be useful for others as well.

Feel free to share or point out if I forgot something (or mixed up a link somewhere along the way).

I'm hoping to keep this updated with new announcements, but we'll see how that'll go.

Same list here under the cut, but link will have the most up to date list.

January

January 25th Update

January 25th Update Announcement

Includes:

chapter 5

Levi's and Valefor's H scenes

difficulty level of main story battles taken down (in chapters before 5th)

Panty Party mini game

solomon's seals in the weekly login board (and other places too)

QoL fixes

Sometime in January

More explicit illustrations on Erolabs (at least for newly released cards? Wording is a little unclear)

February

7th of February

Release of new L grade characters Leviathan(Attacker), and Beelzebub(Attacker)!

New L Class Character -Attack of Kings- PV

8th - 14th of February

Valentine’s Login Event - Rewards a Beelzebub card

21st of February

Sub story -Requiem of the survivors- New character Orias

Sometime in February

New daily chats

The function to 'select' when summoning an L grade character

Adjustment of staging time of Ultimates

March

Sometime in March

Friends system

Realm of the Seraphim in the Dark Sanctuary

Pancake Shop renewal

Adjustment of the price of the Nightmare Pass

Enjoying event story illustrations

Addition of a Boss skill window

April

Sometime in April

Birthday system

May

Sometime in May

Lobby (homescreen) decoration

[d34dlysinner]

Hi! How are you doing?

You know I just start playing what in hell is bad but I don't know how the fuck play this. Like can you maybe explain to me how this game works? Or maybe give me some tips? I would be really grateful.

This will be a lot to explain so... I'll drop this tutorial in here first

CREDIT TO Hyunnn on youtube bcs thank the lord someone made a tutorial.

These are some basic things you'll need to know.

In recent updates we got panty party in the dark sanctuary menu. This you can use to gather materials. I recommend playing this as a new player. (You can only play it 3times a day) it also should have a tutorial on how to play.

The materials could help with levelling, getting through the unholy board and gather some gacha currencies.

As a new player you'll probably use the red gems (next to the energy) to buy keys in shop.

I don't fully recommend it because a 10pull costs a lot. Especially red keys but you can dip into it to gain some characters.

When you gained duplicates of characters you could go into inventory and go to the character category. You can convert the character into pancakes which you can use in pancakes shop. (I recommend getting the red keys from there)

When you do dark sanctuary battles you can gain materials to level and you also gain boss materials that you can use in shop.

The necronomicon shop sells tears. These you'll need to ascend characters.

I hope its somewhat clear! If you have any specific questions I can answer them.

[obsessive-ego]

Body lotion

Nsft

Musical Beetlejuice x reader

Reader has a vagina, non specific gender stuff other then that

Beej uses your body lotion to masterbate

Ever since you met the ghost with the most he has been very pushy about wanting to be apart of your life, even from the day the two of you met, it all happened so fast, Lydia, the step daughter of a family friend, locked you in the basement where beej was waiting to 'greet' you, he screamed in you face and you slugged the guy and he's been glued to you side ever since, eagerly barging into your home and dubbing himself your roommate, a roommate who doesn't pay rent, though beetlejuice prefers to call himself a trophy husband, whatever, it didn't matter, despite his awful faults the demon was great company, he made you laugh, he shared an intrest in movies, and, though you'd never admit it, he was quite handsome, in his own awful way.

Beetlejuice had spent the night prior, crashing on your couch, watching your movies, he appeared in your little home saying how Chucky and D-train wanted a date night and how he's a bad influence, so the maitlands were babysitting Lydia, and now he's your problem wink wink, though you didn't mind, it was nice to have someone around.

...

"i’m heading to work, you want me to text lyida to summon you back? or?" you trailed off slipping on your sneakers

"Nah, i think i'm cool here, you got way better movies and video games, plus lyd's is at school dummy" he chuckles “no matter how hard i push she wont take me with her”

"I wonder why" you roll your eyes, as much as a trouble maker Lydia was, I guess even she had limits. "Well okay, i guess i'll see you later then, bye"

"See ya toots" Beetlejuice gives a half hearted wave as he lays on your couch, not really looking up from his position, you don't think much of his lazy behavior and scoop up your bag and head out.

The clunk and click on the other side of the door was all the signal the demon needed that you locked up and were off "finally, it's been a while since i was alone here" he stretched "lets have some REAL fun" the ghoul cracks his knuckles and floats to your bedroom

The room you were very vocal about not wanting him in there without you, oh how It broke the poor demon's heart you didn't trust him enough to be alone with your bedroom secrets, but you were a way, and he was here, and well, what you don't know wont hurt ya. Your room was a fine mix between messy and tidy, bed unmade and a few clothes on the floor. Beetlejuice wasn't sure what he was looking for, just snooping, you didn't seem like the type to have a diary, but a vibrator, maybe. and that thought was enough to inspire a search party, the idea of finding something so naughty and personal made the demon drool, patches of magenta begin shining through his hair

Beetlejuice started with your desk drawers, then checking under the bed, in the bed sheets, maybe you used it last night and couldn't be asked to put it away, but nothing was found. "come on babes, i know ya got something good in here" he groaned, you were an adult, you HAD to have something naughty to relieve stress with.

he tried his luck at the dresser, nothing much of interest aside from some cute pairs of panties he pocketed for later use, they all looked the same, you wouldn't notice, he was starting to get upset, red streaks started to replace the magenta in his hair,

Frustrated with the results of this search, beetlejuice slammed the dresser drawer shut, a bottle of body lotion topples off and hits the floor with a thud, squirting out some white goo in the process, the demon can't help but chuckle at the obvious joke.

picking up said bottle he is immediately greeted by the strong smell of oatmeal and shea butter, the scent was so familiar and pleasant to the ghoul, it was exactly the way you smelled, he would be lying if he said he never took the opportunity to smell you when you weren't paying attention, because unbeknownst to you the demon had a crush on you, hell the day you clocked him in the jaw for scaring you was the day he knew that breather was for him, and that cute rump didn't hurt either.

his mind wandered, imagining you applying the lotion to every nook and cranny of your soft skin, fresh out of the shower, your skin soft and warm to the touch, he groaned, feeling the tightness in his pants, you wouldn't be home for hours, there was in no harm in having some fun right? and with that thought he was on your bed, bottle in hand, his pants kicked off and rocking a semi.

"doll you have no idea what you do to me" he groans squritng a nice amount of lotion into his palm, inhaling the sent he groans "you've made me wait too long for this babes~" he shudders when the cold goop meets his cock, beetlejuice couldn't help but imagine it was your soft hands running up and down his shaft instead of his own, you'd be so good for him, jerking him off, stopping mid way and hopping on his cock, God slash Satan did he want you to ride his brains out.

"you like that babes? you're soaked for me huh? always knew you were the dirty type" he babbled his hair now a brilliant magenta buzzing with excitement, he wanted that cute little body so bad, you smelled so good, you always laughed at his jokes, treated him like a person, whats a demon supposed to do? the amount of times he had to duck out and deal with the tents you made him pitch, you were so damn stupid. every sexual pass he made was taken as a joke, fuck "come on doll, give it to daddy" he groaned, his hands picking up the pace around his throbbing cock, he could see you now, on the verge of coming undone shouting out how much you loved him and how good he makes you feel, as you bounce up and down on him while he slammed his hips up to greet you.

beetlejuice was close and he knew it, bucking harder into his hand, the image of you begging him to cum inside your 'cute little pussy' was more then enough to get him to finish, the ghoul blows his load shouting your name squirting his cum all over his thighs and hand, a pleasant sigh escapes his lips, it's been awhile since it felt that good, without a second thought he wipes his cum and lotion covered hand on your bed sheets, you wouldn't notice, something fun for him to think about later, he couldn't help but drool at the idea of his little breather sleeping in his mess, but he'll hold up on round two, at least till you're asleep, you can't blame the man from wanting a front row seat to that show.

he stretches up, retrieves his pants, and with a snap of his fingers you room was back the way you left it, aside from the little mess beej left in your sheets, before leaving the scene if the crime, the demon gives his hand a smell, then releasing a ghastly moan, the delightful aroma of you and him made his toes curl

Beetlejuice pulls a tape recording from his coat "note to self, don't yank it without y/ns lotion"  he chuckles before vanishing from your apartment.

Bonus

"Well I'm heading to bed, night BJ" you yawn getting up from your spot on the couch and heading to your room

The ghouls hair buzzes magenta with excitement, round two was on its way

Beetlejuice quickly gets up and follows after you, the ghoul presses his ear against the wall of your bedroom, excited to hear you shuffle into bed

"What is this?!" You shriek

Beetlejuice sinks, magenta fading to purple, he's done for

"Fuck!" You shout again

Beetlejuice faces his head through the wall "what's with the potty mouth babes?" He asks through gritted teeth

"My lotion bottle exploded in my bed" you whine, balling up the blanks, presumably to wash them

Beetlejuice can't believe his luck, his jaw practically drops to the floor, he left the bottle on the bed, thank God slash Satan for this luck break

The ghoul watches you switch the sheets in your bed, although a tad disappointed you won't be sleeping in his mess, but you did touch it, and that's a win he'll take♡

[call-me-tk]

Beetlejuice the Musical - an Analysis/My Favorite Parts

Prologue: Invisible

“Grown-ups wanna fix things. When they can't it only fills them with shame, so they just look away." 

The Whole “Being Dead" Thing

TRUMPETS

“Rodgers, Hart, and Hammerstein”

"How you doin'? Oh, not good! *scats*"

“If you die while listening to this album, it’s still gonna keep playing”

“Blah blah Bible Jesus Magic”

DIES IRAE

Ready Set, Not Yet

THE FAST BITS

When Adam waits a beat after his fast bit before saying “ready set” because he’s not as confident as Barbara ahhhhhhhh

When Barbara sings the word "terror" like "terra" 

“Hiding away so you don’t have to face being a bad mom” whoever wrote these lyrics is so mean

“Oh… NO”

The Whole "Being Dead" Thing: Reprise

The pause after “Hi!”

“Jesus I can’t spell”

“Eh, worth a try”

“I’m the bio-exorcist, giving houses enemas”

Dead Mom

“Daddy’s moving forward, daddy didn’t lose a mom”

“A plague of mice, a lightning strike, or drop a nuclear bomb”

Fright of their Lives

“Drop your panties”

“No. What fills you with RAGE”

“Being mean to a pet” MOOD BARBARA

BJ’s soliloquy, he’s so over it, so DRAMATIC

“WHY GOD SLASH SATAN”

“Uch, these dopes are both hopeless”

Ready, Set (Reprise)

You can just SEE the shoulder bump with “I’m sure we can haunt our own halls”

“I gotta get right outside my comfort zone” 😬

No Reason

“What’s happening, GURL”

“Buy more crystals”

The windchime during “put a little alright in the world”

“Where good people die” “NO”

“Cuz you’re bored” FLUTE SOLO

“Meaninglessness and alone” “NONONONONOOOOOOoooooo~” the talent it takes to pull off that vocal riff is ridiculous

“Is this still about me?”

The harmonies in the last note

Invisible (Reprise)/On the Roof

“Somebody’s on the roof” always has me cackling

“I, Lydia Deetz” *BIG SIGH* “will be gone”

“I’M GONNA HAVE A NEW BEST FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEND”

Say My Name

The musical style?!?!?!?

This is my favorite song in the entire show. And it was not an easy choice.

“What?” “Nothing”

Nice Moana reference

“Beetlejuice?” she says, like “what a dumb fuckin name”

LYDIA’S WHOLE SECTION LET’S GOOOOOO

Including the music change

BJ being like WHAT and SO frustrated every time she psychs him out

In the production I saw Lydia said “I just metcha” and I like that better

“I may be suicidal but Beetlejuice it’s not as if I’ve lost my mind” OOF

“That was possession” lol he’s so proud of himself

Love love love the rhyme: “Pretty much, any ghost’ll do, sure” “Then Beetlejuice, what do I need you for?” and the subsequent WOAH WOAH WOAH

The instrumental hit right after she sings “Yeah I got game” is my favorite 

This whole song just slaps idk what else to tell you

Day-O

“I’d have to… check my pay stubs”

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy” as he pops up out of the table he had to hide in the whole scene

Dad finally saying Lydia’s name as he’s swept away

“It’s our house now, kid”

Girl Scout

“Ooh~!”

The piano during “my heart is defective” A+ score writing

“Still”

*dramatic music* JAMBOREES

“Whee!”

*nervous laughter after meeting Lydia*

“By selling cookies *BIG BREATH* four dollars a box”

Also. FOUR DOLLARS A BOX?!??!?!?! Jealous.

“Pedophiles” 😇

That Beautiful Sound

“He is so weird”

Love the smooth jazzy style

“Time for a few OH MY GOD”

“How many… people… live here?”

Lydia’s laugh after “nice moves Lydia” is so pure

“Pfah, holy moly, lotta people come to this house”

“Yes, I hear that sooooooooooound” he’s so happy

“No more condescending adults hanging around”

“Daddy’s leaving me the hell alone”

Barbara 2.0

“It’s the stuff of our lives, and all of it’s shit.”

“Okay, that wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be.”

“Buhreak it”

“The new Adam is wiserrrrrrr”

Harmonieeeeees

What I Know Now

“I went to parties a lot…” *sniff* “You know?”

“Niche was right, you know? To live is to suffer, bro”

“Life is short but death is super long”

I really like this song because if you ruminate on it long enough it’s a good song to talk you into living life to its fullest even if things suck.

Home

I love that this is a reprise but also the whole theme of Lydia’s character - that her mom is home. But then she finds out that she can have a home with a (very dysfunctional) family and not forget her mom either.

Her little laugh when she says Delia’s name

Creepy Old Guy

“I’m a creepy old guy!!” 

“Girls may seem disgusted, but we’re actually just shy”

Shoobedowop

In the show I saw, Lydia goes: “Even on the inside, he- he’s disgusting” which I liked better than the recording

“A dance break on an album? Amazing.”

“L’chaim” is pronounced correctly, thank you Alex

“God be glorified” in a fucked up key

The whole company going “I can’t believe some cultures think this kind of thing’s alright” in unison

Jump in the Line/Dead Mom - Reprise

A perfect song to end a perfect show.

“I adore huh”

“Mama if you’re listening, doesn’t this just blow your mind?”

Shake shake shake senora in the background UGH MY HEART

DAYLIGHT COME AND ME WAN GO HOME

She’s home (I’m not crying you’re crying)

Overall thoughts:

Alex doing the Beetlejuice voice throughout THE WHOLE SHOW

The rhyming throughout the whole musical is just. A+

Lydia’s songsssssss

Honestly all the vocal parts are real hard

And so is the book for the pit

There’s like 8 different genres of music throughout the show and it just WORKS

I had no idea this show existed until the start of this year and now it’s in my top 3 favorite musicals. 10/10 amazing incredible perfect

[whoreforsamwilson]

Let it Build

Warning: Language, sexual content, fem receiving, MDI.

If he took any longer I’m gonna do it myself. It was supposed to be just a simple watch party for the game four hours that’s it, but it turned into something more and I need him so bad right now.

I had left the last few minutes into the fourth quarter it wasn't even a close game, hell the Saints were down by twenty and I thought he would've sent everybody home by now.

I sighed sending him five attachments of me in the new lingerie that had come in a few weeks ago from Savage x Fenty.

I had been waiting for what felt like forever for him to come home, and can't wait for him to kick everybody out and come upstairs.

"Man I let it go this time, but next go round you better have my money." Loud laughing followed behind it, I unlocked my phone went back to the messages, and clicked on his name.

Delivered.

He hadn't even bothered to open it, I rolled my eyes throwing the phone on the bed beside me. Fine if he don't want to come and give me what I want I'll do it myself.

I stood from the edge of the bed and made my way over to the night standing.

Opening the drawer I pulled out my toy, it had been my best friend when he left and it works wonders and it's just what I need for the time being.

He hated when I used it, especially when he was at home, but it’s nights like this and I’m in desperate need for him and his busy.

I got back in bed getting comfortable and fluffed the two pillows to make sure I was gonna be relaxing.

I slipped off my panties and throw them to the floor.

I ran my fingers over my folds shivering from the coldness. I began rubbing my clit slowly, feeling my juices flow between my legs as well as coating the tips of my fingers.

As I started getting closer to the finish I grabbed the vibrator placed it on my clit and turned it on.

My body jolted to the sudden vibration against my sensitive bud.

I moaned softly not wanting anyone to hear me. My body convulsed around the vibrator with every hard throb. I could feel myself dripping wet onto my thighs.

I needed more than this.

I wanted more than sex. I needed the reassurance of him being here, holding me, caressing me.

Biting back another moan I gripped the sheets turning it on its second-highest level.

I started rocking forward and backward my hips moving faster. My head thrown back letting out another suppressed moan, I could feel the heat start building up within the walls. It’s so good, so good.

It was like everything faded away, and all that mattered was me, only me.

I could almost taste the sweet nectar that was about to take over, the scent of the flower was intoxicating, I closed my eyes enjoying it as much as possible.

“Sam,” I whispered his name through gritted teeth as I came close to the edge.

I leaned back, and my breath became short and ratchet. “What did I tell you about using that thing.” His voice said, his tone low and rough.

I opened my eyes to see him standing in the doorframe wearing his lucky jersey and blue jeans that fit him snug.

Ignoring him I kept going to can play this game.

I pressed the button a few times putting it on my favorite setting, something I know would set me over the edge.

“Don't you ever listen?” He continued scolding, pushing himself from the door frame and walking over to the bed stopping right in front of me.

I bucked my hips, I need more than this. I need him. He smirk as if he knew what I was thinking, “You want me?” I moaned nodding in response.

“Use your words, baby.” He demanded turning the toy off and taking it.

I bit back a groan as he ran his finger over my folds. I felt the warmth of his palm, his thumb grazing the top of my clit as his other hand slid up my thigh.

His touch made me shiver, “Sam, please.”

“I love you when you beg.” His finger dipped inside of me gently making a light circle before pulling out again.

Mmm, always so wet for me," He said pulling away, rubbing circles on my clit.

"Sam," As he slipped a finger in me, our lips met, perfectly in sync. I felt nothing but pure bliss when he added another finger, I whimpered against his lips, struggling to catch my breath.

As he quickened his pace, I tried to close my legs.

Sam whispered as he pushed my legs apart, "Keep your legs spread for me, princess,"

A heated pit built in the bottom of my stomach, I'm almost at the edge."I'm about to cum." I groaned.

He chuckled, "Not yet, let it build." Slipping in another finger I arched back, he started massaging my clit with his thumb. I'm a moaning mess at this point.

“Please, baby." I begged. My legs started to shake as he thrust his fingers deeper and faster into me.

“Go ahead princess,"