i (absolutely do not never have never will i love it) regret ever learning there was a good omens musical made. "All living things" has been on loop in my head for the past 48 hours and im never going to get it out of there again
Alright, so we all know Peter has enhanced strength.
We also know that man will eat pussy like there's no tomorrow. I also imagine he likes to overstimulate his lover.
What I'm saying, is imagining riding Peter's face and you try to get off after orgasming and he's like "Did I tell you I was done?' and uses his strength to hold down your thighs as he continues to eat you out.
And the dude would get so turned on by your whines and "Daddy, please"'s. Bonus points if he has a beard, the beard burn from that would be delicious.
Ok, so it is temperature-wise TOO HOT to read something like this. I'm drenched and it's 10pm and now I'm drenched everywhere.
And also... my favorite part of this imagine is that after the third time you try to slide off of his face, your wrists end up webbed up to the ceiling above your head so you couldn't even pull off if you tried. Dude doesn't let up until you're a sobbing mess, and only then it's to sit up and hold your torso against his chest. He wraps both arms around you and shushes you, whispering in your ear to apologize in a sorry-not-sorry tone. He just can't help himself sometimes, but you did so very good - letting him ruin you like this, and the praise feels like you're flying off all cliff, and he worships the way you feel and the way you make him feel and also he's definitely going to hell for it, but the way you sound so desperate and helpless when you cry is just too much for him, he's so hard from it that it hurts in a way that makes him feel powerful in a way that terrifies him and also intoxicates him, and now he's got to feel you wrapped around his cock, and while your wrists are still bound (you're just dangling like a tiny Christmas ornament) he's got to wrap his hands around your hips and bury himself in you as he bucks his hips up and fucks you to another orgasm. And only then, when you can't go any further, with your lungs out of breath, your face streaked with tears, your teeth biting the muscle on the inside of your bicep, when he pulls back your hair to remove your bite from your flesh and he whispers hotly in your ear "tell me you want daddy's cum" and you're so fucked out you can't even see straight but the thought suddenly breaks your brain right open, and the way his voice breaks and his chest tightens, and his breathing tremors has you nodding and babbling yesgodyesdaddypleaseineedit incoherently. and he gives you a strangled moan in your ear, the heat of his lungs mixing with the sweat on your neck and you can feel a bead of it streak down your back, and your skin breaks into gooseflesh, and when he says "c'mon baby give daddy one more, give it to me" your pelvic floor gets yanked into an undertow and your orgasm is so earth-shattering that you tighten like a vise around him and feel him stutter and groan and his cum feels so warm filling you up and dripping down from your thighs. your body just goes limp, tear tracks chilling your cheeks, and you feel his forehead on your shoulder and his breath across your breasts and he's mumbling about how you're always his good girl and he loves you so much, and you're the only one that really knows what he needs and that's why he never wants to let you go, but also you vaguely realize he's still hard and he's definitely not done.
Being a true bitch means being suicidal most of the time until someone straight up tells you they want you dead. Like nah, you just gave me motivation to keep on living!
it's nearing 4am. at 6-7 i gotta get up again, but only for about an hour, then i have the entire day to sleep, essentially. i'm barely starting to get tired and if push comes to shove i still have a monster
don't fucking touch the monster tho (didn't fit into the poll option rip)