#writing 📖

[morexlapis]

arwa or jinni. 19 years old. he/him pronouns.

maybe on here still maybe not??

[tearsofastraeax]

simon is the type of guy to come up behind you while you're standing in the kitchen, his hands traveling over your hips right to your ass, his hands grabbing your cheeks and giving them a squeeze

"hmmmm, that ass," he sighs into your neck.

"simon....", you chastise him, clearly busy, your hands full, the water nearly overcooking, and the heat from the stove making you sweat.

you notice him step away a bit, but his hands don't leave your ass, giving it a little jiggle instead.

you hear his breathy laugh behind you, "sorry, babe, but these cheeks were calling to me, they miss me"

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

[spicysix]

📖 + "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" prompt w eddie omgomgomg💗 also congrats on 400 angel <33

thank you my loveee 💖💖💖

here comes, hope you like it! (a little dialogue heavy, sorry for that!)

join the celebration!

every day for us, something new

"Gonna make some more popcorn, guys! Get the next one ready," you said, getting up from the couch where you were sitting between Eddie and Argyle.

"Get me another coke, please!" Robin, from the floor, asked.

"Oh, get me another beer, sweetums, will 'ya?" Eddie joined in.

"No one else ask me anything, I don't have hands for more!" you exclaimed before leaving for the kitchen.

Movie nights were routine at this point. After all the trauma and the babysitting and the saving the world, the least you all deserved were some fun nights chilling with your friends. Steve or Nancy would host, you'd all take turns choosing movies for the week, and you'd get together to watch and gossip and just be around each other in non-threatening ways. There was no bond like the one created between life-or-death situations.

Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked out of Steve's living room. Jonathan chuckled.

"What?" Eddie asked and Nancy and Robin groaned in unison.

"You are. So. Dense," Nancy complained.

"I don't think he's dense, I think he's just stupid," Robin completed. Eddie hated how she and Nancy came to sharing a single braincell lately.

"C'mon, let's take it easy on our brochacho. The matters of the heart aren't easy," Argyle said, words all considerate but his smirk was nothing but teasing, and Eddie wanted them all to just shut the fuck up.

There was a loud noise from the kitchen, and Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm okay!" you called out before anyone could even say anything, to Eddie's relief, and he sat down again.

All of his friends were looking at him funny. What was this plot against him, honestly?

"What's going on?" he asked, waving his arms around in annoyance.

"Dude. Use a single neuron. You'll understand," Steve advised, letting out a dramatically exhausted sigh.

Eddie just stared back at them, one at a time, for several minutes. Trying to find the answers in one of his friends' eyes, or just hoping to be scary enough to make them tell him at once.

"I can't do this, he's the dumbest man alive," Jonathan said after a long while in silence.

What were you even doing in the kitchen for such a long time? Popcorn gets ready in like, five minutes.

"He's never been in love before, maybe he just doesn't recognize it," Steve pitched in, and he knew that information because Eddie had told him once.

What did it have to do with anything?

"What does being in love has anything to do with this? Who's in love here? No one's in lov-" he started, and then he stopped.

Thought about your smile, and that funny little laugh you saved only for his stupid jokes. The way you'd hug him tighter and longer than everyone else. The way you and Robin shared perfumes, a fragrance he didn't really like much, but on you he'd love - something about the way it'd interact with your natural skin smell, and it intoxicated him in the best of ways. He thought about how soft your skin was, and how he loved when you ran your fingers through his hair. He thought about how he thought about you first thing when he woke up, and he thought about you last thing before sleeping. How he thought about you even when asleep - how he'd dream of you, and him, your hands clasped together, your lips on his.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in love," he muttered.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out," Nancy answered. He just looked at her, freezing, hands trembling a little. "What are you thinking about so much, just go!" She nodded at the kitchen and, once again, Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

He practically ran to the other room.

"Steve, your cabinets are a nightmare," you said, back turned to the door as you heard steps.

"Not Steve," he said, and you turned to face him. That smile, the one reserved just for him, on your lips.

"Eddie! Here to help me? Does anyone want something else?"

He just shook his head and walked closer to you. Took your hand on his, and your skin was just as soft as he thought about constantly.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, just came to a realization."

"Care to share with the class?" your words all teasing but your smile was nothing but sweet. He wanted to kiss you.

"I want to kiss you," he said out loud.

Your smile grew wider, "Well, do it, then."

And he did. And it was so much better than in his dreams. Yous lips were soft and tasted of whatever soda you were drinking, and your hands craddled his neck and you sure could feel his pulse going a million miles per second. But he didn't care, because you seemed eager for more, tongue poking at his lips and he let you in, and it was like fireworks exploding inside his head. He feelt fuzzy, and warm all over, and the happiest he's ever been. Because he's in love with you, he realized, and he was kissing you and you were kissing him back.

It felt like years before you separated, both panting a little.

"Oh, man, I like you so much," you mumbled, lips still almost pressed to his so he feelt every vibration in each of your words. It tingled him, head to toe, in and out.

"That's my realization," he responded, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again when you heard steps behind you.

"C'mon, slow lovebirds, where's my damn popcorn? I wanna watch the sequel!" Robin showed up, picked up the popcorn bowl and her coke before leaving again.

You and Eddie laughed, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again.

Neither of you got to watch much of the sequel.

[cryptidcorners]

Another day. Another fucking underrated jhutch character. MAX NATION WHERE ARE YOU !!! one of my friends say he looks like Clapton but like .... sadder LOL. he's so girlie ....

[sigmaswaist]

Cock warming ango:

You sank onto ango’s cock with a low groan, his eyes shutting closed tightly as you tightened around him. “c-comfortable?” he breathed out as he tried to focus on his work. you nodded and opened your phone and focused on ignoring the twitching cock in your heat.

it had been nearly thirty minutes before you heard the keyboard stop, Ango trying to subtlety grind into you. You pulled back to see his face, his glasses had been fogged up from hot tears, escaped from lust-lidded eyes.

“aw… can poor baby not take it?” you ground into him, his back bowing and letting out a needy whine, obviously trying to not loose control, he was being so good.

“p-please…” he panted out, tears streaming down his red cheeks. “please what? use your words dear~” you taunted, harshly grinding down again.

Ango let out a sharp cry at your movements, snapping his hips upwards. “Please! please fuck me please! i’ll do anything! i’ll be good i swear!” you smiled maliciously, giving him the go ahead.

@sunnikos @glitchtricks94

[moongumi]

just wanna share a nsfw thot 🤭 you know with how big the na’vi are. i was thinking about how you would get annoyed because you wanna take our na’vi’s dick all at once but being frustrated to the point of tears and then our na’vi chuckling and that he’s gonna work you open until you’re wet enough and tells you to be patient and that we’ll get what we want

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ try harder❞

⟶ navi!oc x reader

⟶ cw. short thirst, navi!oc, human!reader, size difference, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, established-relationship, alien x human, teasing + etc.

⟶ wc. 1k+

⟶ note. : ) tryna get back into it, i've been so busy these days hope you enjoy! I'm working on more requests now! i dont think i nailed the request BUT I TRIED

the waves crashing gets louder the more frustrated you get. you huff your breath at him. his skin glows as darkness looms over you, his light blue skin and dark stripes adorn the bright flecks of colour that reflects the moonlight on his skin.

“hfmp–” you groan getting off the ground onto your knees, feeling the tightly woven straw floor underneath your bare skin. the moonlight shines beautifully through the window, shining in your eyes.

he moves, lifting his body off the ground with his hands to right where you did. he lays, head resting on the hand-woven and stuffed pillow. he’s comfortable, resting his arms under his head in a cocky manner. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly lower yourself onto him. it just won’t fit. “fuck–”

“it’s so cute watching you try,” he cooed, a smile stretching over his pretty face–a chuckle leaves his lips soon after. he moves his hips, nudging upwards for you to try again.

cruel.

“shut up, roa,” you whine, hands resting by his sides getting frustrated with your incapability. your head only gets hotter, heat suddenly feels like it's burning through your whole body.

tangaroa’s grin turns into a smirk. his pride is filled–your small human body, struggling with the sheer size of him fuels his lust. he sits up on his arms, his face coming up to yours–he hums, letting out a quiet coo, “my little human, so small–incapable of taking me. do you want my help?”

“no,” you spit, stubborn and determined to get it in all on your. his teeth show, his smile couldn’t get any bigger, god, he’s fucking loving it–he likes the way you're so strong-willed.

it wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex–every time it’s big, the pain feels good–the stretch is so intoxicating but usually he helps you, warms you up–he’s good at it.

it was getting to a point where you were feeling soreness in your own arms and legs, maybe it was time to give up but hell, you weren't going to give up. “i can do it.”

he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his large hand resting on the small of your back and he pulls you up slightly making your core gush–you sounded ready to him, maybe you only needed a little push. his hands are hot, your breathing labors watching his eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “okay, try again, my love.”

the metkayina men are a lot bigger than the others. larger in every single way. even straddling his waist was almost a struggle in itself. you take initiative, dropping lower on his body. his cock stands tall, soaked in your attempts. sitting on it’s shaft you ride on it, rubbing its length between your swollen lips–gosh, the sounds they make, is like music to his ears.

his lips part, and he lets out a pleased sound. he makes the most pretty noises, you feel the lower part of your stomach warm the more his voice sings to it.

the head is thick, larger than the shaft, that in itself was stopping you–the sheer girth and weight of it. “you can play on it all you want, i know you want me inside of you–all of me.” he enjoyed the way you were practically teasing and edging yourself but it was hard for him to hide his own desires.

his hand takes hold of your jaw gently, he brings your face towards his–eyes darkened and his lashes long, flutter against your cheeks. he parts his lips more, he wants it–he knows you do too. you press your lips against his blue ones, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle at all. its rough, teeth clanging together–his fangs bite down on your lips as they intertwine just like he was trying to devour you. you turn your head, deepening the angle allowing him to only need the slight swipe of his tongue to enter you. his tongue engulfs you, tasting like pure honey–sweet and impossibly delicious. moans leave your lips, getting swallowed by his lips.

his free hand makes it’s way toward your bottom half, gripping your cheeks in them. he parts your cheeks, hearing the way your arousal smacks and sticks to you. “let me help you.”

“but i wanted to–” your lips quiver as if tears wanted to release. frustration to the max, to the verge of tears.

“i know, i know–but i can’t wait, fuck–i want you too much.” he groans through the kiss, rubbing your nape gently to reassure you, “next time, you can take your time–you’ve teased me all day, i can’t help it–you are too fuckable in our clothes.”

his lips leave yours to bite and mark your neck. he sucks and presses his fangs into your skin. his arms are long enough for him to prod his fingers that tickles your core to navigate toward your heat.

it was the first day you truly felt like you belonged here, he'd adorned you with leathers, beads and shells. practically making it known that you were his for his entire tribe to see. it was the most exposed you've ever been but, you didn't feel strange–no, because here everyone was dressed that way–no one looked at you differently. only him, his eyes glued to you all day in those small pieces of clothes.

he feels how much wetter you’ve become already, practically dripping–he breathes heavily onto your collarbone, dropping his head down to suckle at the skin of your breasts, marking the heavily as you could cover them.

his thick fingers poke and pry at your raw and pulsing lips, overused from the attempts of pushing him in. he tuts, feeling bad for you, “at least you tried, hm? such a good girl.” he chuckles, teasing you to get a cute reaction from you.

you whine and pout at him. pushing your ass back into his fingers making them dip into your cunt a bit. you muffled a moan, pushing your head into his braids.

“do not keep those noises to yourself, if you do–i will stop.” he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "be patient, hm, and you'll get what you want from me."

“okay. please, roa, don't stop."

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

[bbytamaki]

brand new mommy mikasa who has a lot on her plate being a single mother & still having to provide for herself and her baby

new mommy mikasa who doesn’t suspect thing when you volunteer to move in for a while to help her out, after all that’s what best friends do.

new mommy mikasa who slowly begins to feel so lovesick around you. whenever you kiss her forehead goodnight and assure her that the baby is well taken care of, she dreams of you and her getting married & raising a family together.

[calibabii21]

|| call me a jerk || johnny suh

pairing: dom!Johnny x fem brat!reader

genre: minor angst, smut, mature

warning(s): mean dom!johnny, choking, degradation, abs riding, tiddy sucking, fingering (vaginal and anal), overstimulation (reader)

wc: 1.13k

a/n: this literally came to me in a dream so, um, hope you like it heh..

You may as well move in at this point. Except you never will. Not after how big a point you made in denying the possibility of ever catching feelings. Yet every waking moment you find yourself longing to be right back here. In this man’s home.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” his hand rests on your bare thigh, “what’s got you all pent up in the face?” You contemplate spilling your thoughts entirely, but settle for a shrug as you play with his fingers. A heavy sigh leaves him as he slumps further into the sofa in his spacious bedroom, “don’t start this already.” And that instantly brings a deep frown to your face, “start what? And why do have such a tone with me?” 

The looks at you with a raised eyebrows is full of attitude, “first of all,” his hand is moves from your thigh as he sits up at full height to face you, and grips your face, “who do you think you’re talking to? You don’t ever get to question me, got it sweetheart?” Your faces changes to a soft frown as you nod at him, “secondly, what’s got you all defensive and offended lately?” There’s a brief moment of silence before you let out a huff, “I just feel so stupid now.”

Confusion is written all over his face as he begins caressing your own, “I don’t follow.” You grit your teeth before taking a deep breath and mumbling, “I was wrong, about..not..catching feelings....” A beat of silence passes. Then another, before you look up at his face to see him holding in his laughter, “u-uh huh.” That was the last straw. Your 13th reason. 

You stand up and collect your things as he doubles over in laughter, “fuck you, Johnny.” His name doesn’t even leave your lips fully before you’re flung over his shoulder and tossed onto his bed nearby, “sit your ass back down.” There’s not a peep from you as he takes his sweet time walking around the bedpost and climbs into his spot. “Come here.” A straight command with no extra context. You already knew what to do, so you did it.

“Why are you being a bad girl, huh?” you still say nothing as you straddle his hips, only staring at his shirtless torso. “Hey,” there’s a sharp slap to the side of your thigh, “I know you hear me, stop being such a brat.” That only gives you cause to act brattier. Whining as you throw a fit on top of him, “you’re being a dick,” you continue squirming, upset, until he bucks his hips up into you, drawing a gasp from your lips and a shudder down your spine. “I’m not acting like anything, you just want it.”

His crotch grinds against yours till you’re slightly panting before he stops, “but you don’t get it.” You protest and try to plead your case but he shuts you up with a flick to your nipple through his shirt you’re wearing. “No. You don’t deserve it.” Well there goes my relief, your thoughts are bitter as you respond to him, “what am I supposed to do then?” It seems he took a page from your book, seeing as all he did was shrug.

Assuming he’s instructing you to do all the work, you begin moving your hips against his groin, “Nope.” He shakes his head and grabs your waist, holding you in place, “I  told you, you can’t have it.” You can feel your frustration growing, “well what the hell am I supposed to do!” That warrants a pinch to your ass, “watch your tone. and like I said, figure it out.”

You look around the room for something, anything, to get you off before you decide to shift your body higher onto his torso, and grind down. “Ohh,” a whimper leaves you at the relief from the friction. “Yeah? Feel good?” You nod your head eagerly and move your hips faster “M-Mhm.” You don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he's watching you with dancing eyes.

“I don’t believe this- look at you. So desperate you’re grinding your cunt on my fucking abs,” you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head in embarrassment. “Not to mention you’re so soaked you’re slipping.” His condescending chuckles as he tightly pinches your nipples cause you to choke out a moan, “m-more.” You can feel yourself right at the edge, “more.”

It comes out a demand rather than a request, “You want more? More of what, I’m not doing anything.” His fingers kneed your ass cheeks before his right hand slides to gather some of your wetness for lube, “You’re the one fucking yourself out on me.” You feel his middle finger circle your back hole, “You like it? Using Daddy’s body to feel good?” Torn between wanting more pressure on your clit and pushing back against his fingers, you whine incoherently. 

His left hand wraps tight around your throat and squeeze as his finger begins prodding into your hole, “I asked you a question, little girl.” More friction it is. Grinding your hips down harder, your moans are constant, “Mmh yes, using Daddy’s body feels so- so gooood.” Your body spasms as an unexpected orgasm hits you, Johnny choosing that moment insert another finger in you.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You know that’s not how things go.” He sighs in false disappointment and removes his hand from your throat, opting to lift your shirt enough to expose your breasts, then move his hand down between your legs. “I’m sorry, ‘m sorry,” Your babbling worsens as his assault on both your ass and your pussy continues, “ ’m sorry Daddy, you feel too good.” 

“Yeah? It feels good?” He coaxes babbles from you and coos, “aww my poor baby. Can you give me one more?” he asks even though you’ve already left a puddle on his abdomen from cumming a second time, “Daddy it hurts.” But your complaints are ignored, “it hurts yet you’re still humping me like a dumb little bunny in a frenzy.”  His mean words egg on your desperation. “That’s what I thought. Be a good bitch for Daddy and give me another.” 

He concludes his insult by latching his mouth onto your breasts, alternating sides, “fuck Daddy, you’re such a jerk.” He grins and bites down on your left nipple, which happens to be your most sensitive, “stupid little girl can’t even come up a good insult.” Next thing you know, his fingers are removed and your cheeks are being spread as he stretches you with the deliciousness of his thickness.

“You can call me a jerk all you want babygirl, I’ll still fuck you to tears and you’ll thank me for it like the horny cockslut we know you are.” 

*mdni banner made by ©️cafekitsune*

[bstroobery]

It’s fine. I’m fine.

-🍓+📖

[morexlapis]

Zhongwa fic except I gag.

they/them for me bc I cannot write characters with the same prns.

warnings: nasty romance, OLD and bad writing

It is 3:04, after a bit of stirring, Arwa’s eyes open. They sat up and looked around the dark room, not taking much note of the one beside them. “Good morning.” They laid back down and turnt towards the voice. “Good morning Socotra.”

“You never cease to call me that name.” He pulled their body towards his. “I don’t see a need to.” Shrugging before wrapping their arms around his chest. “Were you bored at all?”

He shook his head “I read in the living room.” and leaned down to kiss their neck.

“That’s just gross..” They cringed, drawing a chuckle from him. “You find all of my affections ‘gross’.” He kissed their neck again “Blegh Socotra.. it just is gross..” He paused and looked at them “Do you want me to stop?” They stare at him for a second and sigh “No..”

He rested his head against their neck, feeling his lips form into a smile. “Didn’t think so.” He kissed them again. They felt their dignity dwindle whilst he teases them, a kiss at the base of their neck, a kiss at their jaw, a kiss under their chin..

[tearsofastraeax]

thinking about simon growing out his beard. you want to love it but you just can't because every time you kiss him his scruff scratches your skin. 'stay away from me, you're too fucking scratchy!' you exclaim as you try to run from him. 

but simon has other plans for you, he stalks behind you, slower than you, knowing he'll eventually catch up to you. a predator stalking his prey. 

and he does, one moment you slam the bedroom door behind you, trying to think where to escape next, and the next he grips you by the waist, throwing you on the bed. you squeal in response, giggling under your breath. but all the fight ebbs out of you when you catch a glimpse of simon. he looks like he's about to eat you whole. 

he prances toward you, slowly crawling over the mattress toward you, grabbing your legs roughly and shoving them apart to make space for his large frame. he doesn't say a word as he strips you of your clothes. the only thing he lets slip is the way his breathing grows more and more labored, the way his eyes roam over you with a mischievous glint in them. 

he starts his torture on your right ankle, pressing sweet and gentle kisses on it, before he drags his face across your skin, the stubble irritating you and making you squirm, trying to get out of his hold on you. you scream, but laughter breaks through as you look down at him. 

'simon, please, you're torturing me', you press out, barely able to contain yourself as he continues to pepper your leg with kisses and gentle strokes of his stubble over your sensitive skin. your exclamation prompts a smirk to spread over his lips. what an evil man. 

he continues his torture, till he reaches your inner thighs and your squeals turn to soft little moans. at the sound of them, he gets motivated. so, simon licks and kisses and drags his goddamn beard over your sensitive skin, till he reaches your throbbing clit. making you scream and moan and curse him to the gods. 

when you cum on his tongue, whimpering his name, only then does he stop the mind-shattering torture. you barely have a chance to look down at him, resting between your legs, looking like he just worshipped you, with a satisfied little smile on his face. your skin looks red and puffy, sensitive from the torment you had to endure. 

'not gonna tell me to stay away from you again, are you?!' he exclaims, pressing sweet and gentle kisses to your abused skin. you can barely hum in agreement, too spent from the sinful pleasure. 

[everlastlady]

i see a good Striker x reader writer, and my immediate reflex is to request :³

let's say, Y/n is an assassin who happens to be an old friend of Blitø's, but their friendship is in the same condition as Blitzø's with Fizz.

it's pretty messed up, because they had a massive fight before going their separate ways with huge grudges towards one another.

so, when Y/n bumps into I.M.P. (let's say they both had missions in Hell, Striker and Y/n split up, and Blitzø and Y/n accidentally see each other), things get out of hand and Y/n participates in 3vs1 fight, obviously loosing because, well, Blitzø is as strong as Striker, and M&M are just as equally skilled.

Striker, who came back, is quick to join the fight, but seeing how wounded Y/n is, decides to take reins into his hands, and leave. Unfortunately, Y/n gets shot in the hip, and to avoid any more wounds, they get an upper hand on Millie and threaten to kill her.

On that note, each party goes their separate ways, and Striker takes Y/n to the hideout to patch them up, where he confesses his feelings

Sorry if it's too specific or long, but when the imagination hits, it hits HARD!

Thanks and have a nice time of day!!!

Nah, don't apologize I appreciate detailed request because sometimes I get writer's block 💔 and I'm glad you requested, I had fun with this request and I hope you enjoy it. And I agree when the imagination hits it hits hard so I hope some parts hit ya in the gut.

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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story and request. I hope that you enjoy this story this is the final request that I have finished writing so yipee! I can't write other things which I'll post here soon. If you enjoyed this story please comment, like, or reblog!

☕Word Count: 2323

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕Story Contains Violence

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Striker X Assassin Reader: The Confession.

The assassin sat on the bed. He ran his fingers through his white hair and sighed, he was sharpening his knife. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He went through his gallery, his yellow eyes landed on the picture of you and him. The cowboy Imp was in love with you, but he didn’t want to scare you. He was too scared, scared to be rejected and ruin the friendship you both had. He was glad to be working with you. To have another assassin by his side. He admired how strong you were and how smart you were. You always came up with brilliant plans. You may not be a highly skilled fighter but you knew how to work a weapon. “ Hey, Strik we got a job. “ He turned around to see you walking up wearing your assassin outfit that you always looked so beautiful in. “ What’s the job darlin’ ? “ Striker put away his phone and stood up. You told him the job was to kill some rich asshole who wanted to buy some stolen property. Striker smirked. “ Sounds like an easy job, show me the picture of this bastard, that we are going to put a bullet in or do you have a plan? “ Striker said. You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture of the target which was some wealthy-looking shark man in a dark blue tux and glowing white eyes. “ I was thinking we could poison his wine. He owns a wine company. Tonight he’ll be testing the new product, so I suggest we poison him and he’ll die in front of everyone. “ You said smirking. Oh, how Striker loved that smirk of yours and he also agreed with the plan and nodded. “ Sounds good, darlin’ we’ll just do that. I’ll take care of anyone who gets in our way. “ Striker placed his hand on your shoulder and you smiled placing your hand on his shoulder. “ And I’ll be protecting you. “ You smiled and walked off. Striker smiled and walk off to go get ready; he loved how you always had his back. Sometimes it worried him though because you have gotten messed up protecting him from small to big people. And you had the scars to prove it but Striker knew you were a strong person and nothing could keep you down.

It’s one of the reasons he loved you. Striker got everything he needed ready and whistled to call his horse Bombproof. You walked up fixing your gear. “ Hey, there cutie. “ You said petting Bombproof on the nose. Striker loved how you treated Bombproof, you even went as far as to call Bombproof your son and spoiled the horse. Striker got on the horse and pulled you on. He smacked Bombproof with his tail and you two rode off. You had your arms wrapped around Striker, knowing how fast the cowboy loved to go. You gave Striker the direction and told him more about the plan along the way. You told Striker that you would be posing as an escort and he hated the idea but he knew this was part of your plan. “ Alright, but just holler for me. If that bastard acts funny with you. “ Striker said patting your head. You smiled and walked off, Striker would be the one adding the poison to the wine. You slipped into a different outfit and walked inside. You stared at your target Dovin who grinned when seeing you. “ I guess my men bought me the prettiest little thing. “ Dovin lifted your chin with his finger, and you smirked at him. “ Please to meet you and be by your side tonight. “ You said chuckling. “ Maybe even my bed~, “ Devon said with a wink. You felt sick to your stomach hearing that but you forced a smile. You spent the rest of the day with Devon as he showed you around his home. He took you to the garden and walked about riches, and he talked about the property he was buying. “ Maybe, I could buy you a nice home. You may be an escort but maybe you could be something more~ “ He said leaning down to kiss you. But he was interrupted when one of the servants whispered in his ear.

“ Ugh! They're already here. Fine, I’ll speak with them, get that out of the way and get them out of my home before the party. “ Devon sighed but looked at you with a smile. “ Feel free to explore, my little treat, I have some business to take care of but I’ll be back for you. “ He smacked your ass making you jump. It took you all the strength not to snap at him or pull out your knife. You could have sworn your heard home hissing and rattling. But the noise was gone and Devon walked off. You tried to call Striker but he didn’t pick up so you sent him a text. You decided to walk around the home more and saw some items. “ Maybe after we kill the bastard, Striker and I can pawn some of these items. Could help upgrade the hideout and I could spoil Bombproof. “ You said chuckling. You kept walking around and saw a large white door. You pushed open the door and walked up seeing an interesting book. “ Grimoire? “ You brushed your fingers against the book. “ (Y/N)? “ A voice said making you freeze. You turned and your stomach dropped. “ Blitzo. “ You stared at the Imp, the Imp you were friends with. “ Blitzo… “You said in a cold tone while glaring at him. “ What are you doing here? “ You asked crossing your arms. “ I’m here for that. “ He said shaking his head and sighing while pointing at the book. “ Why are you here? “ He asked sounding a bit hesitant. “ I’m here on a job. “ You simply said. You stared at the book. “ Why are you here for the book? “ You asked picking it up. “ I don’t think that’s none of your concern after what you did. “ He said trying to grab the book from you but you stepped away quickly. “ After what I did!? What about what you did to me and Fizz! Huh! But I guess Blitzo always has to be right, poor Blitzo is the victim. “ You said. Blitz snatched the book from you quickly. “ The name is Blitz the O is silent now. “ He said glaring. “ Changing your name doesn’t fix things and it won’t change the fact what you did to me and Fizz. “ You said digging your nails into the palm of your hand.

“ Let me guess, you're going to be some overrated sell-out like him! “ Blitz said and placed the book in his jacket. “ You have no room to judge Fizz. “ You said glaring. “ And you don’t have no room to judge me, both of you abandon me! “ Blitz said, looking like he wanted to cry. You already had tears brimming in your eyes but instead of using your words. You pushed Blitz, you weren't strong enough to push him back but this surprised Blitz so he pushed you back making you fall to the floor. You glared and kicked Blitz in the leg. The Imp yelps and you stood up punching him in the face. Blitz glared and tears brimmed in his eyes and the two of you started fighting. Not even hearing the loud gunshot that went off. The two of you threw things at each other and kept throwing punches. The large door swung open as you and Bliz stared at each other. “ Sir! “ Moxxie said. “ Blitz, Striker is here! “ But both of them stopped and stared at Blitz and you. “ Striker… “ You said softly. Blitz stared at you. “ You know that ass hat cowboy. “ Blitz said. “ Don’t call him that, he’s a better friend than you ever were. “ You said tackling Blitz, the two of you going back to fighting. Millie and Moxxie tried to get you off of their boss. But you turned around delivering a punch in Moxxie’s face making the Imp fall to the floor. “ Mox! “ Millie yelled and then glared at you while you smirked. She used all her strength to knock you back and you caught yourself on the desk.

You watched the black-haired Imp go check on what you assumed was her partner. “ Looks like those two have a better love life than you Blitzo. “ You said putting some emphasis on the O. Blitzo glared and ran at you. You got out of the way and did your best to fight Blitz but he was just as good and strong as Striker. You didn’t expect the other two Imps to jump in and things got messy for you. “ (Y/N)! “ You saw Striker run in and saw how beat up you look. He hissed and let out a rattling sound. And joined the fight. “ The little vermin and Blitzy want to pick a fight huh? “ Striker did his best to take on the three. You saw that Striker had knocked down Blitzo and Moxxie trapping them underneath the bookcase. Blitz’s gun slid across the room next to Millie who couldn’t get up because Striker knock her to the wall. Striker pulled his own gun and smirked. “ All of you are going to die today, and I won’t have to worry about any of yall getting in my way. “ He said. But you noticed Millie had Blitz’s gun and was about to shoot Striker. You grunted in pain and got up and running. “ Striker! “ You yelled. And when Striker turned around, he heard a loud bang and a thump. He sat that you fell to the floor wincing in pain. He leaned down and turned you carefully to see you were shot in the hip. “ (Y/N)! “ Striker’s heart was racing. He looked at Millie and glared. He walked up and Millie tried to shoot him but the gun was jammed. Striker grabbed her by and throat. “ I will fucking kill you! “ Striker said applying pressure to Millie’s throat. Ready to snap her neck in half. “ Striker, please let her go, and let’s just go. “ You said huffing in pain. Striker looked at you with a sorrowful look and let go of Millie. He carefully picked you up and ran out of the room. Striker and you had vanished from the mansion before the security could get you both. Back at the hideout, Striker was patching you up and you sighed. “ We didn’t get to kill the fucking target. “ You said gruntin' in pain a bit. “ I did… “ Striker said. “ But he was supposed to die at the party and we didn’t get to the party because of… because of what happened. “ You said as Striker finished patching you up and stared at you.

“ I killed him while he was having a meeting with the little vermin. I didn’t know he was with them until they saw me. “ He said looking at you. “ Why would you kill the target when I had a plan? “ You said glaring. “ Because I love you, (Y/N), I love you alright. Seeing him flirt with you made me boil up and then when he smacked your ass. That was my breaking point so I put a bullet in his mouth and head. “ He looked away. “ I understand if you don’t fee- “ Striker cut off by you kissing him. He tensed up a bit but relaxed and kissed you back. He saw the tears in your eyes and wiped them away. As the two of you sat there hugging each other. Glad that you protected each other. After Striker told the client that the job was done. You sat Striker down and told him about your history with Blitz and how the fight happened. “ Selfish bastard. “ Striker mumbled. “ You rest up darlin’ and I’ll go get us some food. “ Striker kissed you and got up leaving the hideout. You lay there in the bed. You thought about the fight you had with Blitz but soon your mind wander to the first fight you had with him, the good memories, and more good memories. You began to weep in bed while hugging your pillow. Striker came back with your favorite food and took you both home. He helped you wash up and you sat in bed eating the food and cuddled up with Striker. The pain and sadness started to drift away. You may have lost your friend, but you had Striker a boyfriend a friend. You smiled letting both of your guys' tails wrap together, it was time to let go of the past with Blitz because you wanted your future to start with Striker.

Bonus:

Moxxie, Millie, and Blitz had to take care of the people in the mansion so they wouldn’t be blamed for the murder. “ Blitz who was that person you were scrapping with before me and Mox walked in? “ Millie asked. But Blitz didn’t say anything, he just kept driving and dropped off Moxxie and Millie at their home and quickly drove off. Blitz went back to his home and opened the door. He saw the note Loona left that she was out shopping with Stolas’s daughter. Blitz sighed and sat down. He shook his head, no he wasn’t going to look through his phone and get hurt like last time. But before he knew it, he was laying on the couch swiping through pictures and videos. Of you, him, and Fizz. He didn’t notice the tears sliding down his face. He missed these memories and he missed you. He stared at the last photo, the last one he took of you was when both of you were attending a party, that night he was going to ask you out but couldn’t because of you did and said. He turned off his phone and hugged the pillow while crying. “ I’m sorry (Y/N)... “ He said while he hugged the pillow and cried.

[spicysix]

Lui, congrats on 400 followers! 🩵

For the celebration, if I may request: 📖 + stuck in an elevator + steve and fem!reader

thank you babe!!! hope you like this! 💖

join the celebration!

if it rises fast

“Oh, no. Not this again,” you complained as you felt that robotic hesitation as the elevator went up, as you heard its gears trying to work and not fully doing it.

It slowed down... slowed down... before stopping. Completely.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” The voice behind you startled you a little.

You forgot there was a guy with you, he was so quiet as the elevator rose the first few floors. You turned to face him, and got a little blown away by how beautiful he was. Like, magazine front page beautiful. Shiny hair carefully coiffed up, pretty peachy lips, a little mole or two that gave him an extra charm.

You got lost in the dude’s beauty for a little while.

His lips perked up a bit, as if he knew why you were staring at him for so long.

“Oh, uh. The elevator gets stuck sometimes. Such an old thing, y’know. Lots of complaints, and they haven’t updated it yet,” you finally answered, and his lips and eyebrows turned down into a frown.

“It’s happened before?” he questioned.

“Yeah. With me in it, two times already. I’ve heard it from five other neighbors too,” you said, remembering how much Ms. Durvall from sixth floor yelled when she complained about it. She gave you the creeps. “You’re new here? Or visiting?”

“Uh, new. Moved in with two friends, we just got to the city a week ago. We’re from a- what are you doing?” he stopped his life story when he saw you sitting down.

“I’ve pressed the help button,” you nodded to a little button pressed all the way in the control panel. “Don’t know what it does, maybe it calls the fireman? But, anyway, it’s gonna take some time. Maybe a few hours.”

“A FEW- Jesus, Robin’s gonna kill me,” he hid his face behind his hands, and you had to suppress a giggle at how adorable his whine sounded.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will understand when she finds out you had no choice but to stay stuck in an elevator,”

“I’m not so sure, she’s terrified of elevators, told me to get the stairs. She’ll probably be all like, ‘oh, I told you so!’. Ah, and not my girlfriend. She’s actually dating our other roommate,” he said as he sat down too, pressed against the other metallic wall, facing you.

“What floor are you guys in?”

“Eight.”

“And she goes up the stairs every time?” You didn’t know whether to be scared or admired.

“Yeah. Got some killer calves,” he smiled. “We have a terrible history with getting stuck on elevators. I worked my ways through… well, a lot of therapy. Now I can ride them again after a few years, but she never got past it. I can understand why.”

He said it in such a way that you didn’t feel like prying. There was something else in that story, something he probably didn’t wanna talk about, so you didn’t ask.

“You guys from around here?” you asked instead. You were going to be stuck for a while there, it wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk and get to know your pretty new neighbor.

“No, actually, we’re all the way from Indiana. Small town,” he shrugged.

“Why San Francisco?” you asked, and he searched for something in your eyes, your face, before answering.

“It’s safer,” he answered only, again not giving you space to ask further. Maybe he didn’t find what he was looking for. “You’re from here?

“Born and raised, yeah.” You went quiet for a little while, trying to come up with something to talk about. Then, you noticed: “I don’t know your name yet.”

“I don’t know your name either.” He smirked. “I'm Steve.”

You introduced yourself and Steve asked more about you. You lost track of time talking to him, learning how charming he could be, but also really funny — in a bitchy way. He talked about Robin, his best friend and platonic soulmate, and their friend Nancy, who he used to date but now they’re great friends (you got the impression that Nancy was the other roommate that Robin was dating, but didn’t ask, not wanting to make him uncomfortable). He told you about two other friends of theirs who lived back in Sacramento, one who lived in LA, and a bunch of other younger friends who were scattered around the country all chasing their dreams. Talked about his work as a school counselor, how it took him some long years to figure out what he wanted to do professionally.

You told him about yourself too, answered everything he asked honestly and openly. Talked about your job, your own roommate, your other friends and family. Gave him tips on the best places to visit and shop in the city, ways for him and his roommates to contour the ‘new citizens’ weird phase. You talked about music, movies, books, food, your favorites and the ones you hated, anything you’d come up with.

He was sweet and charismatic, and always found new topics for you to talk about. He read you like a book, figuring you out in no time and swerving the conversations so easily. Flirted a lot too, which was great for your self-esteem.

He came closer at some point, sitting beside you, and then you faced each other more closely. And from that distance you could see every little detail in his pretty face, studied him with precision. You could look at him for however long, to be honest, and you wanted to memorize every tiny inch of what made him, him. The curves of his hair defying gravity, the scars on his forehead and nose, every little green spot in his hazel eyes. Count every and each one of his eyelashes, and get blinded by the way he smiled.

More than that, you could talk to him for however long, and you wanted to. Wanted to learn about all of his many friends, who he talked about with so much love in his voice, who all sounded like a big family to him. Wanted to learn the story with the elevator trauma, wanted him to trust you and open up to you, and wanted to do the same back with him.

It was weird to you, you’ve never felt this way before — so magnetically pulled to someone’s orbit. But Steve’s voice was like a Siren’s call, and there was a funny bubbling in your stomach that wanted and wanted and wanted him.

You never thought you’d be disappointed with the sounds of the elevator’s gears running again, and yet you hid a frown when the doors opened to show you a fireman, the building’s janitor and a tall, skinny girl with a strawberry blond bob pacing anxiously behind them.

“Steve! Oh, my god, Steve!” she said when she noticed you and Steve sitting on the floor, and she wasted no time getting past the other two men to throw herself at the one by your side. Robin, you figured. “You fucker, I told you to use the stairs!” you heard her saying, a little muffled from where her face was buried into Steve’s neck.

He looked at you over her shoulder and you smiled at the way he was right about her.

“I’m okay, Robs, I had good company. Didn’t even have time to get stressed,” he said, running his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture, his eyes still on you, his smile just for you.

Robin sat up and looked at you, and you introduced yourself and she did the same. She thanked you for being there for Steve, as if it hadn’t been a total random accident, but you were also happy that you’ve met him. More happy that you could say out loud.

You all got up from the floor, left the elevator, and you offered a day to throw them a welcome diner, you’d invite your roommate and they could call their other friends. Robin seemed excited, all big gestures and loud voice. You liked her.

Goodbyes were said, you were going back to your place — through the stairs this time, thankfully you lived on the second floor — and they were going grocery shopping. Robin walked to the front door of your building, but Steve stayed planted in front of you for a while as you looked at each other and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asked after a while, fingers twitching and you wondered if he wanted to touch you. You wanted him to touch you.

“First one in the city?” you teased and he huffed a laugh while running his hand through his hair.

“One of many with you, I hope. No one else caught my eye, if I’m being honest.” The man was straight forward. You felt you cheeks burning, couldn’t hold back the wide grin anymore.

“You’ve been here just a week, Steve,” you said, warned him almost, because you wanted so much with him, and you were afraid of were this could go if it went wrong.

“Meh, it took me a while and some bumps to the head, but now I’m pretty good at knowing what I want. Don’t gotta search for so long anymore.” His eyes were staring deep into yours, and you felt his hand coming to find yours to hold.

You bit your lip and his eyes traced the movement, and there was a butterfly party in your stomach.

“Someone told me there’s a great restaurant just at the end of the street,” he said, referencing one of the tips you gave him early.

You laughed. “Yeah, okay. Take me out on a date, Steve. Next Friday?”

“I’ll be counting the days.” He took a step closer, his thumb was tracing patterns on the back of your hand and your skin was tingling. “Can’t believe I’m glad to have gotten stuck on an elevator. Well, create good memories to overlap the bad ones, I guess.”

“I’m looking forward to create other memories with you,” you almost whispered, because being that open was scary, and the way you wanted him so much was scary, but he smiled at you again and it was blinding in the best way.

“Me too, honey. See you around,” he said, before pressing a kiss on your still burning cheek, and you could smell his scent of soap and fabric softener, hairspray and fancy cologne, and you had to hold yourself back not to get buried in his skin.

God, it was pathetic how far gone you already was.

He walked away still facing you, holding your hand until the very last possible second before letting go, and you could hear Robin laughing in the background but you only had eyes for him.

Yeah, you’d also be counting the days.

[cryptidcorners]

Been a while since I've wrote about Mike. But I saw a post about him being a camp counselor and now I can't stop thinking of him playing the guitar.

[sigmaswaist]

Bsd Smut headcannons!

characters: Atsushi, Sigma, Dazai, Chuuya, Poe

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Atsushi:

Atsushi is 100% a crybaby/whiny sub, i can’t explain it but yeah- he’s so hellbent on being good for you, he wants nothing more that to be your good boy, he apologises when he accidentally bucks his hips into you, but you just feel so good around him, he can’t help it, he loves being as close to you as possible at all times. and he has used your old underwear to help him get off before. you’ve also caught him humping your pillow before. He loves being close to you, And he doesn’t mind sub/dom, he is the definition of a switch. if you put him in a collar you have him wrapped around your finger, he loves being yours

“Ah!- Sorry! i- I didn’t mean to! you just- ah!- feel so good! and i-“ atsushi couldn’t even form a sentence when you were on him, little half formed moans interrupting every now and then. you grabbed one of his hands and leaned down to give him a hickey, “I’m close, please can i?” Atsushi panted out, his face a pretty pink, dried tears on his cheeks, his hair was a mess. you nodded and started bouncing again, it wasn’t long before he spilled over the edge, Letting out a downright pornographic moan and crying, his claw like nails digging into your hand and thigh. he babbled out little thank you’s and tried so hard to keep his hips down, it was enough to spill you over.

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Sigma:

This man is so loud and you cannot tell me otherwise, like you try to bring him out with a vibrator in his ass and he cannot open his mouth without whining, When you tell him he can be loud he looses his voice the next day. he’s a bottom leaning switch, and he loves being praised.

sigma whined and whimpered quietly as he sat, you and the DOA had gone to lunch and you made your partner sit there with a vibrator in his ass. the low buzzing practically silent, Sigma looked helplessly at you, lightly pink cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Pardon me Dostoevsky-san, Me and Sigma will be taking our leave.” you excused yourselves as sigma practically shot up and followed you like a puppy. when you two walked away you turned up the setting of the toy, Making sigma whine louder. You got to your car and pushed him to lay on his back.

“Now now, let me hear those noises now yes?” Sigma opened his mouth, moaning loudly as you put pressure on his groin, throwing his head back as you ‘attended’ to him.

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Dazai:

this man keens for praise, but he’s a brat. if you get him fucked out and dumb he practically worships you, he’s a bratty sub, but will dom if you ask him to, he just turns dumb when you give steady compliments and praise to him

“Just like that Osamu…” you tilted his head up, his eyes clouded and teary, slipping two fingers into his mouth he eagerly ran this tongue along your knuckles, slightly bobbing on them. you pushed your fingers to his gag reflex and he instinctively moaned around them.

“So pretty sucking all over my fingers~ hm Osa?~” Dazai practically melted around your fingers, pathetic whines rooming in his throat.

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Chūya:

Chūya is 180% accustomed to your preferences, you want to top? go for it, he’ll be as bratty or submissive as you want, you be fucked dumb? he won’t hold back, you want slow and romantic? he’s telling you how much he loves you while his cock is buried in you. he’s so very vocal, the slightest pressure has him screaming your name, but if you let him he’ll take out his aggression on you, hard and rough is his favourite way after a long day, he’s also the aftercare king

Chūya pulled out and kissed your forehead as you finished your orgasm, returning with a damp towel and water, quickly cleaning you up and making sure you drank water before carrying you to the bath and getting in with you.

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Poe;

worlds biggest crybaby sub, too much pleasure? sobbing, too little? whining and crying, he doesn’t care how, but he needs you, he has a novel where you two won’t be disturbed so you can take as long as you want. he’ll let you keep a toy in or on him while you go to work so he’s writhing around waiting for you to come home, he’s a sucker for toys, he loves wands and rings specifically

Poe ground down on the toy in his ass, its vibrations an idle noise, you should be coming home soon and he couldn’t stop crying at the pleasure he felt, the ring around him stopping him from orgasming. he heard the click of the door and practically ran to you

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