#yes i have a mullet now. fuck off

[flingza-roller]

ITS MIDNIGHT IN AUSTRALIA. happy new year you fuckin animals, hope yall made good resolutions or whatever

[birdiewriteslit]

Matt rempe imagine🙏🏼

YESSS as we know i’m such a matt rempe girlie like he IS my boyfriend

matt rempe x fem!reader

here’s a little drabble about his playoff debut + his mullet bc i’m going insane over it

“That was fucking amazing,” you raved, following Matt into his apartment.

He laughed. “I know, you’ve said it like a million times already.”

“I feel like I really have to emphasize how great that was,” you said, closing the door behind you.

Matt collapsed onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. You sat down next to him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“I’m glad you’re staying over tonight,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“Me too.” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes. “You played really well tonight, Matt.”

He grinned, his thumb stroking the 73 on the sleeve of your jersey. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, it was a really great goal. Everyone loved it. They love you. I’ve never seen a crowd like that one before. I mean, they were literally screaming your name.”

“Were you?”

You nodded. “Oh, yeah. I was screaming the loudest. I stood up and started jumping around,” you admitted. “I hope I didn’t scare your mom.”

He shook his head, smiling wide. “No, I don’t think you did. She loves you. She told me so when you went to the bathroom at dinner.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened. “I thought I was being totally awkward.”

“Not at all. You did great. Plus, now that she’s seen you watch a hockey game, I think she knows that you are not awkward.”

You shrugged. “I guess that’s true. Let me be honest with you, Matt,” you said, shifting on the couch so that you were fully facing him.

“Shoot.” His arm shifted from the top of the couch as he reached out to play with the hem of your jersey.

“The playoffs look good on you.”

He laughed. “That’s it?”

“Yes!” you said. “You were having so much fun out there. I could tell. You love this game, like really love it. That’s what I love about you.”

“Love?” He said, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. “Are you saying you love me?” He said it like he was joking, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Good.” He took hold of your face and pulled you in to kiss your lips.

You leaned forward, deepening the kiss. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could tell he was tired, but he still wanted to take his time.

You pulled softly on the ends of his hair, and he whined into your mouth. You pulled away then, giving both of you a moment to catch your breath.

You rested a hand on his chest and brought the other back to your side. You were feeling fairly confident until you glanced up to his face and saw the way he was looking at you.

He was staring at your lips, his pupils dilated. You loved his deep brown eyes. They were so pretty. His lips were parted slightly, and his cheeks were a little red. His hair was in his face, partially blocking an eye.

“You know what else I love?” you asked softly.

“Hm?” His eyes snapped back up to yours, and the adoration in them made your heart beat faster.

“I love this mullet.” You ran your fingers through his hair again, pushing it off of his forehead and twirling the ends on your fingers.

He gave you a huge smile. “You think it looks good?”

“I think it looks hot.”

“You really think so, baby?”

You nodded. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“And that’s what I love about you.” He leaned back in to kiss you again, this time more passionately. You could feel him pour all his love into the kiss.

He pulled you onto his lap by your hips, his hands going to your hair as you placed yours on his chest.

You let yourself get lost in Matt, and you forgot about anything outside of this moment.

[octuscle]

Road Trip to a new life

Bloody hell, Chuck thought to himself! They can't just forget me here! His football team was on its way home from an away game. A very successful away game. And they all had their star quarterback to thank for that. And that was him, that was Chuck. And now they had all just taken a pee break. At a rest stop in the middle of nowhere. And hey, Chuck had been flirting with the cute waitress at the diner. And yes, he had fucked her in the broom closet. Hehehe, he thought to himself for a brief moment. A map of the state, showing the broom closets where he'd fucked basement girls, cheerleaders, or even teachers from schools he'd usually flunked out of shortly afterward. That would be a cool idea! His grin didn't last long. Shit, the team bus had left. Without him. And now he was standing here in the rain with no idea how he was going to get home.

A truck came to a halt next to him. A horn sounded very loudly. Chuck didn't react yet. The passenger door opened and a bearded guy looked out. "Son, you look lost. Can I give you a ride?" Chuck hesitated for a moment. He was still far too confused, far too angry to think clearly. "Sure, that would be cool," he replied. And climbed into the cab of the monstrous truck. It smelled of cigar smoke and sweat. Chuck looked at the driver. A short, slightly overweight guy. Unkempt. The dirty T-shirt ended just above the large belt buckle and showed a roll of flab. A greasy mullet peeked out from under the trucker's cap. Shit, Chuck thought to himself. Maybe that hadn't been such a good idea. The trucker lit a half-smoked cigar. "My name is Pete. If you want one too, there's one in the compartment right in front of you. Chuck shook his head, tensed his biceps and said, "Chuck! Thanks for the ride. And I don't smoke. I'm an athlete." Pete stretched out his right arm and felt Chuck's biceps. "Hm, feels good. It'd be a shame if you stopped working out." He blew a puff of smoke in Chuck's direction. And his hand moved towards Chuck's chest. "Wait, wait," Chuck moved to the right in a sit. "No homo, dude. I only fuck pussy." The driver just glanced briefly in Chuck's direction and smiled. His teeth were nicotine yellow. "I don't care what YOU fuck." He blew another puff of smoke in Chuck's direction, pulled his hand back and began kneading the bulge in his crotch. "Thanks for the ride, I think I'd better get off now." Another puff of smoke. Chuck went dizzy. "Comrade, the next stop isn't for another six hours. We have a schedule to meet." Chuck tried to keep a clear head. But the smoke was making him tired. His head felt like it was full of absorbent cotton. "All right, Pete," he mumbled. And fell asleep.

It was dark outside when Pete shook him by the shoulder. "Get up, sleepyhead. We'll take a break in fifteen minutes and then change drivers. Chuck yawned and stretched. Driver change? What was Pete talking about? And more important now was his latte. South of his big belt buckle, Chuck made a big tent in his pants. Of course Pete had noticed it long ago. He had long since taken his puny boner out of his pants and was wanking it. As a passenger, you had your duties. And it was still a quarter of an hour's drive. It wasn't the first time Chuck had blown someone in a driver's cab. Driver's cabs, filthy toilets in truck stops, broom closets in cheap diners. He could manage anywhere. How long had he been driving aimlessly on the highways now? Two years? Got there. You had to take what you could get. And Pete was actually out of his league. But he took him a good part of the way. Gratitude was a must.

Chuck walked a little wide-legged towards the restrooms at the service station. Pete must have cum. Chuck hadn't yet. They wouldn't be driving on for another hour at the earliest. It was going to be hell if he didn't find someone to fuck by then. In the light of a lantern, he leaned against the wall, his erection still clearly visible. He took a cigar from his leather vest, lit it and waited. Almost five minutes. Then a greasy business traveler in a cheap suit walked past him. A look that lasted a little too long. A grab in the crotch. A mumbled "20 without a rubber?". And everything was clear. It had been a few days since Chuck had showered, but the guy was still greedily going down on Chuck's greasy, cheesy cock. Premium beef. Yes, that described his cock very well. And this premium beef had just been sucked clean for 20 dollars. And then Chuck sank it into the guy's ass.

Chuck couldn't understand guys like Pete. When you were out on the street, you had to take care of your body. Okay, Chuck more than others, his body was his asset after all. But while Chuck shoveled in lots of chips and a big burger and drank three pitchers of beer, Chuck ate his steak and salad, drank water and used the last few minutes before leaving to do a few pull-ups and push-ups at the fitness station behind the toilets. A few other long-distance drivers loitered around him. If they hadn't had to drive on, Chuck could certainly have earned a few more dollars. But as it was, he climbed into the driver's seat. If he hadn't had to drive, he would certainly have had a few beers. As it was, another cigar would have to do. Pete snored in the back of his bunk. Chuck turned the radio up a little louder to stay awake. And he steered the truck south through the night.

At the next break and before the driver change, Chuck was able to earn a few more dollars. There were many truck stops where he was known as a colorful dog. When you heard his heavy footsteps and the creaking of the leather, it was like a bell on a Pavlovian dog. Chuck had been traveling the country for many years. A mixture of hustler, temporary trucker and casual laborer. He had flunked out of college at some point. Stupid thing to do. He'd had a thing with a woman once. And she'd claimed he'd raped her. That taught him a lesson, since then he only fucked men. They appreciated his mouth, his ass and his cock. And paid well.

Somewhere in New Mexico, Pete threw Chuck out of the truck. He had to be out of the cab before the finish line. Pete would be in big trouble if it came out that he had let someone else drive the truck. He thanked Chuck with a masterful blowjob and a box of Cuban cigars. They would probably never see each other again. The country was big… Chuck rarely got in the same truck twice.

Chuck loved the feeling of the sun on his body. He was able to use the stop for an extensive open-air workout, a good meal, two lucrative fucks and even a shower. Now let's see where he was going. He stood by the road. It wasn't five minutes before a car stopped and the driver asked him if he could give him a lift. Chuck only asked if he could smoke in the car. Only if he didn't just put the cigar in his mouth, was the answer. Chuck got in the car. On the road again!

Pics by @ki-kink

[sadesluvr]

Dirty Little Secret

Even with a roster of sexual partners, Derek Danforth keeps coming back to you.

(Derek Danforth x GN! Reader)

A/N: I conjured this idea basically the moment Wallace started laying into Derek lmfao. You don’t have to have watched The Beekeeper to understand this (It’s chaotic and generic, but I had fun!) - Just know Derek is a coke and vape addicted, multi-millionaire crypto-selling playboy scammer who’s also the son of a president?😭 

The place mentioned in this fic (‘The Warehouse’) is fictional and not featured in the movie!

Word count: 1.3K

Tags: SMUT / Gender Neutral Reader / Drug usage (Cocaine) / WARNING: READER DOES A HIT OF COCAINE / Oral sex, M receiving / Degradation / Dirty talk / Implications of cheating / A little angsty, if you squint / This is just Reader giving Derek a blowjob so Minors DNI

‘Need u. Meet me at The Warehouse’

You needn’t check the message twice to know who it was. 

There was only one person in your life who spoke to you like this; who disappeared on most weekdays, only to show up on weekends between the hours of midnight to 5AM without a care in the world. The man’s name was Derek Danforth, a guy who ‘just happened’ to be the son of now President, Jessica Danforth.

You hadn’t met him through any lavish political gala, nor from a meet-and-greet after an inspiring TED Talk - no, he’d chosen the oh-so classy way to slide into your DM’s on Instagram. You’d come to know that fast and sleazy was Derek’s brand.

At first you’d thought it was a scam, not wanting to believe that a millionaire would even bother to speak to you, but a quick $100 transfer into your linked account had told you otherwise.

‘Think I’m real now?’ He’d messaged back, and it was from there that he’d sent a valet to your place for what was supposed to be a hookup.

He’d fucked you so good that night; the feel of his fingers gripping your ass as he pounded into you from behind still etched into your skin. He’d left marks; from marks sourced from his rabid teeth on your neck, to marks from the metal of his rings that had dug tiny scratches into your flesh.  He hadn’t shut up the entire time, grunting and groaning in your ear about how much of a dirty slut you were, and how good your tight hole felt against his cock. He’d probably said that to all the people he’d fucked.

Still, it got to you, and apparently to him also. What started as an unsuspecting DM turned into full contact, with 3AM calls and erotic FaceTime sessions. Derek was often high off of coke, or drunk, or somewhere in between, all whilst puffing on his vape, huffing the thick white air like a dragon. Fitting, because he was dangerous.

And you’d been pulled into his shiny lair once again.

The Warehouse, or what you liked to aptly dub the ‘Whorehouse’ was an underground club, apparently run by Derek’s dealer. Yes, Derek hadn’t even had the courtesy to take you to one of his many properties to do his business, deciding that a sweaty basement would be best for you.

At least you could somehow remain anonymous.

“Knees, now. I want a blowjob,” Derek said in his usual dismissive tone as he slumped on a red couch before leaning forward and sprinkling a white powder on the table. You rolled your eyes as he snorted it, watching as he ran a hand through his mullet, absorbing the endorphins into his bloodstream.

He looked up at you with furrowed brows. He wasn’t one used to dealing with insolence.

“I don’t have all day.”

“Jeez, a ‘hey’ would be nice,” you grumbled. “I had to work overtime, I barely even got settled at home —“

“So? I don’t fucking care,” he scoffed. “There’s a couch, you can settle here.”

You knew damn well there wasn’t going to be any ‘settling’. And as much as you hated it, you loved it. 

Derek spread his legs expectedly as you dived between them, struggling with his zipper to take out his hard cock. It didn’t matter if he was average sized - he'd more than proved himself to know how to use it. Still, it never got lost on you as to how thick he was, the filling sensation of his cock in your mouth for the first time becoming one of your favourites. 

He was already leaking precum, and you wasted no time in licking the fluids up before moving down to the rest of his length, with your hand planted firmly on the base of his cock. You started off with slow, but deliberate motions, desperate to feel his girth in every crevice of your mouth, motivated by the male’s drawn out moans. His head was flung back against the top of the couch, arms spread as he basically gave himself up to you - one of the rare times he would only surrender.

Until he got impatient and placed his hands on the back of your neck, grip firm as he began to drag your head up and down his length, demanding you increase the pace. Pools of spit began to build up inside of your mouth as he did, accommodating to the sudden force. Every time you retracted from his length, the pink flesh began to glimmer; shine, even, as you serviced it. To some, it was a taboo and demeaning act, but to Derek, it was the ultimate act of your submission and devotion to him. To this day, even a year on from your first encounter, you couldn’t understand why he kept coming back to you.

“Fuck,” he drawled, clenching his teeth down on his bottom as he heaved. “You’re so fucking good at this - It’s like you were just made for my cock…”

The statement caused your stomach to backflip, only encouraging you to take him deeper. His thick head was now inches away from the back of your throat, threatening to make you gag. Unfathomably, you seemed tempted to take that risk, but Derek intervened.

“Here,” he said flatly as he gently pushed you off of him, leaning down towards the table. “Try this,” 

He rolls up a fifty and guides your head along the white powder. Your nose tingles and your heart clenches a little, but there’s no immediate effect.

“It’ll take a while, but trust me, you’ll fucking feel it,” Derek smirks, drawing you from your thoughts. “Good thing we’ve got all night,”

It wasn’t long before you were back on his cock, vessel gripped firmly in your hand as you began to stroke him up and down, in tandem with the movements of your neck. 

“You’ve never had blow like this before,” he laughs, hands frantic as they gripped at his thighs, trying to hold them still. “Then again, you’ve never had a dick like this before either, hm? Don’t you have a boyfriend to go home to? Poor guy. I must have you whipped…”

Desperate to respond, you popped his cock out of your mouth, but he held up a hand to 

silence you. 

“I really don’t need to fucking hear it,” he chuckled. “You’re such a slut, you know that? You suck my dick, moan like a bitch, and keep coming back for more, but here you are arguing with me…I’m beginning to think you like this little relationship of ours,”

Who was he kidding? You both knew the truth.

You hummed, and Derek ran his tongue over his teeth, his bouncing leg beginning to quicken. His hands found your head, gripping the back of your neck as his cock began to twitch, vein throbbing against the flat of your tongue. He was always his most animalistic in the heat of the moment; and even though you enjoyed the culmination of your hard work, it was also the time where he spouted things, words and phrases that you knew were nothing but bullshit, and yet clouded your eyes with hope.

“Moan for me,” he grunted, pupils blown as they focused on the pornographic display below him. “Tell me that I’m the best you’ve ever had,”

You let out a whine, and he hummed.

“Worship me,” he continued. “Show me how much you love me…Fuck – Open your mouth…!”

Swiftly, Derek removed his aching member from your mouth, eyes wide as he watched a bridge of saliva form from your raw lips to his skin. With a few slick pumps, his fell half lidded as he came over your face, streaks of white fluid coating your cheeks and lips, with some even falling in your lashes and dripping onto your nose. He convulsed, as if he were temporarily losing grip on his sanity and panted as he tried for air. He ran his hands across his beard before he cupped your cheek, an indiscernible look in his eye before he patted it.

“Clean yourself up. I want you nice and fresh for round two.”

It pained you that you were so enthusiastic to oblige.

[gardnhee]

can we start over? - c.yj

✸ tw/content. intentional lowercase, cussing, angst(very little), fluff, use of baby (only like once or twice.), reader is slightly antisocial in the beginning, not really proofread

✸ exbsf!yj x afab!reader

✸ note. yj drabble cs i love him an unhealthy amount

✸ song rec. start over - jacquees

you stood in a corner like the awkward person that you are. away from all the chatter, laughter, yelling, and horny crowd. this is how you liked it, you indulged in your solitude.

the unbearably loud music rang in your ears, the fact that you were standing just a couple feet from the speakers didn’t help either.

you decided to drown the ringing by taking a sip of your cup, inhaling a sharp breath as the liquid cascaded down your throat.

“…who hired this dj? music’s unbearable…” you murmured as you frowned at the dj who stood a couple steps from you.

it was fairly boring for a while, the music slowly started to feel faint as the stuffy atmosphere began to push its way into your already tight space. you slightly squeeze the plastic cup in your hand, pressing your back against the wall.

you felt trapped.

deciding you’ve had enough of this, you walk away from the corner. as if you were popping a bubble; like a puppy opening its eyes for the first time, but instead of meeting with a fascinating world, you’re met with drunk shit heads who can’t dance, let alone walk in a straight line.

“where is she…” you huffed, looking for the coworker who invited you to this party, if you can even call it that. it’s more depressing than a fucking funeral.

pushing through everyone was a literal pain in the ass, the environment reeked of alcohol, and the air was incredibly thick. you were starting to regret even accepting the goddamn invitation.

go they said, it’ll be fun they said, “fun my ass.” you utter a small ‘tsk’ as a man twice your size bumps into you, not even having the common courtesy to apologize. god, this is horrible.

you somehow ended up in the kitchen. sighing in frustration, you rest yourself against the counter.

“i’m going to fucking kill-“ you started, but were rudely interrupted when someone walked into the kitchen.

your eyes slightly widened as you acknowledge the person. your ex best friend. fun.

he was whistling along to the horrendous noise these people call music, happiness basically oozing from his pores.

he turned his head to you, looking at you from head to toe in shock, shock which soon subsided and was replaced with an expression you can’t quite describe.

“oh.. hey.” yeonjun waved, mullet drenched in sweat as some loose hairs stuck to his forehead. he breathed heavily, his once joyful demeanor now engulfed in…uncomfortableness? melancholy? nostalgia? it’s been so long that you can’t tell anymore.

he slowly made his way to the fridge, giving you an awkward smile as you bite your inner cheek and look away.

it was silent for a while, you could feel his eyes burning holes into your face.

“yn?” he quietly said, arms crossed over the open fridge door. he looked at you, waiting for a response.

in all honesty, he didn’t expect one. at least not after ghosting you completely and then coming back a couple months later like nothing happened.

he scoffed and shook his head with a sad smile, sighing in disbelief. he was disappointed in himself.

yeonjun shut the fridge door and begun to lead himself out the kitchen, “yes?” you replied with urgency, you didn’t want him to leave. not again. not after losing him for months.

he chuckled, looking back at you. “you’re…not mad at me?” he asked, feet moving in your direction. he realized you aren’t so closed off anymore, you’re more…awake, as if you’ve come to terms with the gravity of things, and for that, he’s thankful. he can make things right now.

you grew nervous, a prominent lump built up in your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe. “i wouldn’t say i am - or was - mad, i guess i..“ you stopped yourself as yeonjun stumbled, falling onto you.

you tried backing up, but couldn’t. fucking counter…you thought, swallowing slowly as the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils.

“yeonjun? yeonjun, you’re drunk.” you tried pushing him off, but he didn’t budge. instead, he laid his head on your shoulder, “not drunk, just… tipsy.” he blabbered.

it was silent for a couple seconds until you heard him sniffle. he was crying.

“wha…” he grabbed your waist, sobbing into your shoulder. “i’m so-“ he hiccuped, followed by a groan. “i’m sorry, yn, i’m sorry!” yeonjun cried, lifting his head in an attempt to look at you. you stood there, dumbfounded. heart hammering against your chest. he’s drunk. it was evident, yet he still denied it.

he peeked at you through his wet lashes, incoherent sounds slipping past his lips as he wiped his runny nose. “and you say you’re not drunk? look at you! why are you crying?!” you raised both brows in confusion, stroking his hair softly.

you’re supposed to be cussing him out for all the hurt he’s caused you, for leaving with absolutely no explanation, yet here you are, combing your cold fingers through his sweaty strands as he bawls into your shoulder. you’ve seen him like this more often than not; always manages to surprise you, though.

“i’m not drunk…. ‘m sorry” he hesitated, wiping the wetness from his eyes with the back of his hand. as you realize how close your bodies are, you nod, circling around him.

yeonjun turned, biting his lip. he wants to say something. you know he wants to say something, but he’s holding back and it’s making you anxious and impatient.

“would you maybe…want to leave?” you blink, all previous feelings of discomfort disappearing. “what’re you planning?” you question, crossing your arms as you sternly stare at him.

“maybe grab some drinks and then go to my place?” he smiled, which quickly disappeared when you displayed a doubting look. “i mean, i just want to talk to you…without all the noise…and the multitude of people.” your heart shattered, and you were sure your eyes softened, because his did too.

“fine.” yeonjun’s ears perk up, big smile on his face. “let’s go.” you nodded, grabbing his arm before he left the kitchen.

“i’m driving.”

“but-“ his eyebrows furrowed, “no buts, deny it all you want, we’re not risking it.” he sighed, defeat poking through the pout on his lips. he lowly hummed in agreement, walking out of the kitchen with you trailing close behind.

“home sweet home!” yeonjun exclaimed, arms flying in the air as the bag of soju dangled in his hand. “yeonjun, be quiet, it’s late.” you slowly grabbed his arm, taking the bag of soju away. “i shouldn’t have allowed you to drink on the way here.” you sighed, placing the bag on the counter and taking out the already opened box of soju.

he pouted, stumbling towards the little coffee table that sat in the middle of his living room. “bring some soju, please!” he slurred.

you grabbed the box, nestling it under your arm as you made your way towards drunk yeonjun.

you sat down, setting the box on the coffee table. “oh…i forgot to bring shot glasses.” you groaned, fixing to stand up when yeonjun stopped you.

“no, it’s okay. i’ll go get them.” he smiled, patting your hand.

“but-“

“it’s okay.” he shook his head, standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

in a matter of seconds, he was back, sitting in front of you with soju in hand, two shot glasses already set on the table.

yeonjun held the bottle from the bottom with one hand, and swirled it vigorously with the other. you watched him closely, how his hands wrapped around the bottle, you wonder how they’d feel on your face-

“yn?” you blinked, snapping back into reality. “yes? i’m sorry.” you gulped, noticing a full shot glass in front of you.

as you were about to reach for the glass, you stopped midway. sighing as you plopped your arm down on the table. yeonjun noticed this and raised a brow, “is everything…alright?” he asked, pouring soju into his glass.

“yes…and no.” you admitted, “i mean i just…i missed this, you know? spending time with you. i missed being here. i missed this apartment.” you paused, staring at yeonjun who was now looking down at his thighs.

“i missed you.” you leaned forward, arms now crossed on the table. yeonjun snapped his head up, quickly grabbing his glass and gulping the liquid down.

“ahhh…” he set the glass down, frowning as the liquid burned his throat. “i missed you too yn…” he smiled weakly, you realized he wasn’t in the right mind for all the sappy stuff right now, so you decided to change the subject.

“tell me, what have you been up to?” you smiled, grabbing your glass, tilting your head to the side as you swallow the drink.

“me? hm…not much….” yeonjun leaned forward, smile spread across his flushed cheeks.

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you lost track of time, it seemed. but you weren’t the only one. yeonjun, too, lost track of how many shots he took. not that it mattered, he was already drunk out of his mind to begin with. “baby…..” he slurred, reaching out to you as you gasped. baby?? are you serious??

“yeonjun what…” you decided to stop yourself, not even questioning anything that came out of his mouth.

after looking around for a minute, you groaned. there is so much to clean up.

an unfinished 20 pack of soju on the table; only 4 remaining, some snack wrappers thrown on the table, and a drunk yeonjun who can’t even utter a proper sentence.

“‘m s’sorry” he hiccuped, head lulling as he smiled like an idiot. his lips glistened under the dim light, most likely from all the constant licking and drinking he’s been doing.

“let me take you to your room so you can sleep.” he shook his head violently, backing up against the sofa behind him as you made your way to him.

“no!” he pouted, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. “oh you’re such a child, come on let’s go!” yeonjun pushed your hand off his arm, whining.

you stopped and huffed, sitting down beside him in order to comfort him, “why are you crying?”

“i f…feel like shit” he cried, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “why do you feel that way?” you knew this was just a drunk fit of his, but you had to at least hear him out.

“‘cuz i ruined my chance with the person i love” he sniffles, staring into your eyes with his teary ones. you blinked, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “and who may that be?” you question, stroking his shoulder in a comforting manner.

“you.” you inhale sharply, blinking in confusion. you shook your head, chuckling awkwardly, “you’re just drunk, come on.” yeonjun stopped protesting, defeated by his own tiredness.

you wrapped his arm over your shoulder, dragging him while leaning against the walls for support. “goddamnit, what have you been eating? you’re so heavy.” you strain, sighing in relief as your eyes find his bedroom door.

opening the door was one thing, laying him on the bed was another. you pant, his body weighing you down. as a result you slipped and fell.

on top of him.

jesus fuck.

you froze when he groaned. “i’m so sorry!” you scrambled to stand up, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you against him.

“sleep with me tonight, please.” yeonjun whispered, lazy smile spreading across his face. you shake your head, “yeonjun, you’re drunk. we can’t be doing this. you’re not in the right mind!” you faintly shake your head, “please?” he insisted.

you sighed, pressing your forehead against his chest. “fine. but i will be leaving first thing in the morning.” he chuckled, nodding. “if you want to get comfortable, my shirts are over there-“ he hiccuped. you nodded and patted his chest in understanding. “just sleep, okay?? i’ll be right back.” yeonjun hummed, closing his eyes.

you wake up groggy and disoriented, staring at the window as a ray of sunshine peeked through the curtain, making you squint and smile lazily.

you rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch, “good mor-“ you stop as you notice yeonjun isn’t in bed with you anymore. you look around the room once more, no sign of him.

a pang of worry and confusion washed over you. one would think it’s stupid considering the fact that you’re in his house, yet you can’t help but be alarmed.

what if he left you again?

‘oh that’s stupid, yn. pull yourself together.’ you shake your head and scoff, but the panic settles at the pit of your stomach nonetheless.

throwing the blanket to the side, you stand, yawning as you wobble towards the door.

“yn-“ yeonjun stops, doorknob in one hand and breakfast tray in the other. he eyed you as you stood there, eyes wide in confusion.

yeonjun blinked, “good morning?…” he lets out a breathy laugh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with his foot. “i made you breakfast.” you felt your heart squeeze at that. he smiled, walking over to the bed and signaling you to lay down.

and you did. you laid down, placing the warm blankets back on your body and smoothing them over in order to create a flat enough surface for the breakfast tray.

“thank you so much..” you gush as yeonjun placed the tray in front of you. he sat down, crossing his legs and smiling like a total idiot.

“you’ve been nothing but smiles since you walked in the room…did something happen?” you question, making yeonjun hang his head with an even bigger smile on his face. “you look so beautiful.” he mumbled, adjusting his position on the bed.

“what?” you looked up, cheek stuffed with food. he snorted, scooting forward and leaning towards you. “i said,” he wiped your lip with his thumb, eyes traveling to yours, holding them dearly. “you look so beautiful.” he chuckled at your expression, making his heart skip a beat.

“you’re making a mess, be careful, yeah?” you grab the tray, placing it to one side as you choke on your food. yeonjun stands with you, stroking your arms with his soft hands.

“hey, you alright?” you nodded, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. “it’s just…” you stopped, swallowing the lump in your throat. “you caught me off guard, that’s all.” yeonjun’s eyes softened, “i meant it.” he caressed your face as a warm smile tugged at his lips.

“why…why are you being so nice to me?” you stepped away from his hold, sitting back down on the soft bed. he sighed and flopped down beside you, staring at the curtains that blocked the sunlight.

“because i’m in love with you.” his eyes traveled from the window to you, “i’ve been in love with you.” you waver, eyes widening in confusion. “and i don’t want to mess up again.”

“so last night-“

“i remember.” yeonjun nodded, fidgeting with his thumbs as he bit his bottom lip. “i guess i was drunk enough to let that slip but not enough to forget.” he reasoned, gazing at you briefly before staring at his feet.

“it’s okay if you don’t want anything to do with me, i mean-“ you placed a hand on his, drawing circles on it with your thumb. “yeonjun, im in love with you too.” he stopped, shifting on the bed.

“what?…”

“im in love with you too.”

he stuttered, mouth opened for a few seconds before closing it again. you saw the glint in his his eyes before being pulled into a hug.

a long, warm, cozy hug.

a hug you’ve been craving for a while.

his hug.

you broke into tears, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “oh god, yn, i’m deeply sorry. i’ve hurt you so much.” yeonjun ran his fingers through your hair, cooing softly.

you stained his shirt, but he didn’t care,“i missed you so much, you know? we stopped talking for so long. i thought i lost you for real…” you say between sobs, lightly punching his chest.

“i forgive you, dumbass.” he stayed quiet, you’re too nice. he didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve your forgiveness. yet you gave it. you gave something so precious to someone who doesn’t even deserve a single look from you.

yeonjun held your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. he smiled, “how about this, you finish breakfast and then we can go wherever you want. i’ll explain myself. i’ll explain everything.” you nod slowly, grinning.

“there’s my yn, i missed you.” he quipped, earning himself a slap to his arm. he winced, rubbing the spot.

“is this a date then?” you question, grabbing another bite of your once forgotten food.

“hmmmmmmm” yeonjun tapped his chin, laughing as you whine. “yes dummy, it is.” he flicked your forehead lightly as you giggled.

you grab his arm, “let’s get ready then.” yeonjun didn’t budge as you tried dragging him along, “but the food…” you shook your head, “it’s gone cold, plus i know you’re somewhat hung over so let me treat you to food, hm?” you tapped his hand reassuringly.

“yn-“

“i’m not taking no for an answer.” he pursed his mouth, slowly nodding in defeat.

“perfect, where do you want to go?”

“how about…”

you both disagreed the entire way to the bathroom, laughing and giggling as jokes were thrown around between sentences.

you missed this.

you missed yeonjun.

he was willing to start over, and you were willing to let it happen.

© GARDNHEE 2024, do not copy, modify, or upload on other platforms.

💌: im sorry this is lwk ass, i hope you enjoyed regardless! please make sure to leave a like, comment, and reblog!! thank you 🫶

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the crowleying of your mascot's hair.

Good morning maggots, as I write this it is 11:53 pm on the uh, asmi10kpocalypse/10khaos (both stunning names, whichever of you came up with them please walk on stage and take a goddamn bow) and I have awoken from deep slumber.

The Good News: My hair is dyed! The Bad News: It was torture that I nearly fainted from!

Okay well uh, we know what I'm best at, and it's summaries of chaos. So without further ado (much ado about nothing ahahah everything is a 10k reference now), here we go:

It starts, as it will end, in my room in front of the laptop screen.

Now, as you know, I said I would dye my hair after I scarfed down my lunch. I do that and I also take a nap because fuck yeah, sleep.

I check tumblr one last time, grab my phone without charging it, tell my mum I'm dyeing my hair, and begin the walk to the salon.

On my phone is Arthur, @howmanyholesinswisscheese, who as a cishet deadbeat dad of a lot of us, is the worst person to ask for hair advice, but I do it anyway. I need a reference photo for a haircut.

Arthur helpfully scours the internet and comes up with options that include: Gay, hot history teacher, Joe Locke but something's off about it, same as above but different slightly and I can't place it, top 20 haircuts for crazy people, top 100 teen boy haircuts for teens, mullet slash hot history teacher, Hozier, why does the teen boy have a beard, Aussie AFL player, and Chris Hemsworth.

His words, not mine. Does anyone want to check in on Arthur's history teacher because I am getting very concerned for that man.

So I pick a haircut and land up at the salon. Arthur also tells me my hair is wild and I have needed a haircut for too long. Thanks dad.

The hairdressers are not pleased when I point to the red shade and tell them to bleach and dye my entire hair.

They inform me it will look like shit.

They keep asking if I'm sure. I say, with increasing annoyance, that yes I am.

Arthur is in the phone enabling me, yelling that I need to do it for crowley and "THEY DON'T GET TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"

The hairdressers then say they're out of red hair dye, I can either do a magenta or come back the next day.

Arthur tells me to leave and go to another salon.

So I do, and I wind up at the salon right next door (Arthur and I cheer for capitalism), an extremely seedy looking place with a poorly painted stairwell that could well be haunted.

I tell the hairdressers there what I want, and they also argue with me about how it will fade, look like shit, etc etc.

Arthur says "THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, THEY'RE JUST HAIRDRESSERS"

He tells me that if Crowley can keep the Bentley together through hellfire through sheer will, I can do the same for my hair.

Finally, they huddle in front of a laptop, muttering, and agree to take me on.

I am then also hair-shamed by the stylist, who tells me in no uncertain terms that if I don't cut my hair as soon as it grows out even slightly, it looks "kharab", which is Hindi for... 'substandard, inferior, bad, shoddy, deficient'. Thanks, mate.

The haircut is done. What follows then is on of the top five most excruciatingly painful experiences of my life.

No, I'm serious. The bleaching and dyeing. It was. Fuck.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST THE MEMORY HURTS

OKAY NEXT PART OF THE SAGA I WILL REBLOG THIS IT IS GETTING TOO LONG

IF YOU WANT THE HAIR REVEAL THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS LIKE I DID, I'M AFRAID

[andromedawillburyyou]

(Go to part one y'all go go go, this is the continuation)

Part 1 Part 2

His voice playful and deep like a purr makes you gasp as he kneels down and puts your thighs over his shoulders, he looks at your white panties that are now grey because of your wetness, teasingly he slides his index finger over your panties from your hole to your clit and looks up to see a reaction, your eyes roll of pleasure but you manage to talk "B-be careful, it's the first time someone else touchs me" he reassuringly kisses your left thigh "Don't worry love, gonna be careful, it's my first time too anyways" Jungwon says sweetly taking your panties off, he stares at your pussy, shining because of your slickness, and he licks his own lips, testing he puts two fingers inside and you moan "You sound like a kitty in heat, how much did ya wait for this, hm?" he doesn't expect an answer, he knows you can't talk as your head is empty, just the pleasure that blinds your mind, he scissor motions those two fingers and groans, can't wait anymore with how tense his dick inside his clothes feels and he takes his fingers out of your tight hole, you moan at the emptiness as he stands up and unzips his pants, then lifts you up with zero effort, he puts your back against the cold wall, you wrap your legs around his waist as he takes his dick out of his clothes, he looks at you, moves your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, you smile at the cute action "Tell me if it hurts, gonna take care of you okay?? don't be tense, I have read that it hurts less when you are relaxed" now he pecks your lips and starts teasing with the tip of his cock up and down, from your clit to your hole, you whimper at the contact and try to bring him closer by thrusting your hips, but he just keeps teasing at an even slower pace "If you want it inside you must behave my dear" he says with a hint of playfulness in his voice and just when he ends the sentence, he puts it inside, you moan at the sudden feeling of fullness but of pure pleasure, he makes you feel so comfortable that it didn't even hurt, and he kisses your lips softly as he starts moving inside of your warm walls "Fuck, you feel incredible" he assures lovingly as he starts thrusting faster and deeper, reaching your sweet spot, your moans now deserve a place on a pornographic movie and you wrap your arms around his neck, immediately you start to pull at his mullet trying to hold your moans back but he just thrusts even more deliciously as he looks directly at your eyes "Want me to keep going??" he asks as you immediately nod, too focused on the pleasure to even form a sentence, but he just stops and with one finger he lifts up your chin "Answer me with your voice doll" you whimper and however you can, you talk "Yes, fuck yes Jungwon I need you to keep going" "As you wish" now his hips move slower but deeper and with more experience than before, not long after that, you start feeling that familiar knot in your stomach and start meeting your own hips with his, trying so hard to reach your high, he repeatedly hits your sweet spot as his hands hold your hips so hard it surely will leave marks and finally you orgasm, he keeps going until he feels like he is about to cum and just then he comes out, jerking off over your thighs at an inhuman pace to cum all over, painting your thighs white and some even is at the walls of the cubicle, he breathes heavily and starts to clean you up "You did so well my dear" he tells in a breathy voice as he lifts you up to put you on your panties, then he washes your face and kisses you on the lips as you both start walking out of the place, the movie has ended long ago anyways.

[journalsouppe]

The Touchstarved DEMO by @redspringstudio! I had so much fun replaying this DEMO over and over, I truly cannot wait for the full release. The art is gorgeous, the writing is excellent, and I am surprised at how much I really loved each character, I expected to at least hate one or two of them like with My Next Life lol. I highly recommend checking out the DEMO if you're a fan of otome games or gothic stories!

The DEMO can be found here on itch.io or here on steam! All the stickers are from different Hallween stickerbooks from Michael's Art Store ^^; (ngl I think this is one of my favorite spreads, I even did do some studies of the color/rendering fhdjsf)

Writing typed below! (plus extra notes)

Rating: 9.5 (demo score - great demo) Played: Sp 2024 Port: itch.io Play full? Y YES!!!!!!

Comments:

First Route: Origin - Unnamed. RO - Leander

love you have a choice of 3 origins

GORGEOUS ART!

this game made me realize I do really enjoy otome games and not as a joke or for irony lol fjdkfal

from initial appearances I like Vere and Mhin ^^;

all the gold on the angel doctor is so gorgeous

killer music

okay I thought I wouldn't like Leander but holy shit --

LMAO NOT HIS SEX ROOM

LETS go I got the special Leander option on the first try

I need to do studies of this art oml I need my art to look like this <3

DAMN, now I'm bummed I missed the kickstarter, I would LOVE the art book

I need the stickers too esp for when I journal the full version

not only do I like the art, the writing is very good too

Vere is so pretty...

I LOVE all the fun marketing lore and illustrations on the Red Spring Socials

ooo damn does Vere have a red option or did I do his route right without one

only three red choice dialogue. 4 recently for Kuras (no Vere)-- Vere has one now!!! Kuras and Vere should have them whenever the DEMO gets an update ^_^

I'm learning I'm good at making the correct decisions lol

I honestly didn't know you could die until after I finished Vere's route (2nd route I did correctly -- 1st was Leander) and was curious what submit surrender did (aka I didn't die initially but went back to see what would happen(

LMFAO NOT MHIN BLUSHING WHEN I TELL THEM OFF pfft

LMAOOO and now Mhin is scolding me

amused with who has slept with who

deathly curious on how fucked up Leander will be

Kuras's nose!!!!! <3

I love the concept designs of Sen and Elyon, I can't wait to meet them

LMFAO 'BASTARD'

ngl I love Ais's mullet

This should not have been one of my first otome games bc now my standards are so high, esp in regards to character design

I wonder if the flashing soulless in the title screen means we'll see more soulless in the full game (than just the one)

okay damn I also really like Ais, these are some really well written characters

LMAO I was not expecting this music for Kuras

oh interesting I didn't realize Mhin's red choice was during your first encounter if you're an alchemist

okay Kuras is very silly and goofy 10/10 guy

ooo good theories about Ocudeus and control on tumblr - "obedience" -- reference to someone thinking the "obedience suits you" line on Ais's character card was actually from Ocudeus not Ais

Summary:

I thought when playing more otome games it would be really hard to beat My Next Life, simply because I am a huge fan of the source material that preceded the game. But wow, with the way this game is setting up plotlines, the full version of this game could easily make it onto my top favorite games list. Otome games are all about replayability, and the way just the DEMO is so rich with content and alternating paths makes me so excited and hopeful for the full game's release. I am bummed I got onto the Touchstarved train late and missed the kickstarter, but hopefully a shop will open around release bc I'd kill for an art book. The art is just so gorgeous and I cannot wait to do some studies, especially with color and rendering. Before playing otome games, I like to look at the character profiles beforehand and predict who I'd like and dislike. And I am very delightfully surprised that any initial dislike I had of characters all but vanished because the writing and personalities of these characters were so well made. I thought I was going to hate Leander but he ended up being the character I'm most curious about. Although I would say my least favorite is Kuras simply bc I'm not a fan of romancing doctors, I am still curious about his background story and connection to the others. In other words, great character who is just not my type. I am also delightfully surprised at the "vulgarity" in this game without being overly explicit -- I have grown so tired of how sanitized a lot of games and shows have been that it's always really nice seeing indie companies play by their own rules. I am so glad I stumbled across this game!! At this point I've done every route favorably but haven't tried all the "wrong" options -- more to play whenever I think about how excited I am for the full game! I've also seen the sneak peaks of an upcoming update ^_^. Highly recommend the game!!

[heuhuewaves]

is it casual now?

this fic is for the @harringrovesummerbingo 2024 event!

prompt: B1 "sitting in the dark"

summary: billy is forced to stick next to steve during a storm.

content warnings: internalized homophobia, angst, mentions of smut, casual by chappel roan inspiration

word count: 1.3k

Not enough light. Not enough space. Too much to say.

That’s all Billy could think of. He didn’t really plan to be stuck in Scoops Ahoy. Especially not with the boy who he considered to have broken his heart. Steve was the last person he wanted to be stuck with. But it’s not like he could just get up and leave. The summer rain was no joke and didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon. So getting into the camaro and driving as far away as possible from this was out of the question. 

Somehow the brunette had convinced Billy to stay with him at the shop. Of course he had feelings for Steve, regardless of the fucked up shit he had done. 

So yes, Billy had agreed to huddle behind the ice cream counter with nothing but a flashlight pointed at the ceiling. At least it gave them some form of light.

“This thing should last us about an hour. We can go from there once it dies.” Steve announced as he took a seat next to Billy.  The blonde distanced himself, scooting over a few inches. Steve sighed out of irritation. It was almost a play by play of the night Steve called things off. Billy knew that they couldn’t be together. Especially not in the middle of nowhere, Indiana.

People just wouldn’t understand.

“Really?” Was all Steve said in response to Billy’s choice of personal space.

“Yes, really.”  Billy said as he continued to do anything but look at the other boy in the face. He couldn’t understand how Steve could be so nonchalant about what happened between them. They shared intimacy together. Billy met Steve’s parents the one time they were actually home, as a friend of course. It still counted to Billy as much as it would’ve been if Steve actually told his parents the truth.

“Yes mom and dad this is Billy. Sometimes I let him Fuck me on your guys’ couch. No big deal.”

In Billy’s mind, it didn’t feel that hard to have to admit. The other half of his mind was telling him the opposite. If he would’ve said something like that Neil, he would’ve gotten a black eye. He somewhat understood. If only that were enough to mend the heartbreak he had felt for the past few months. 

Steve sighed again before speaking once more. “This petty bullshit is dumb Billy. We graduated a month ago and you’re still acting like a little fucking kid. You can’t keep dealing with all your problems by shutting people out.” Steve would say that was one of the main reasons why he cut Billy off. Anytime he got mad and Harrington attempted to talk to him about it, it was impossible to hold a single conversation without Billy lashing out.

Ok, what the fuck do you know? Was all Billy could think of in response. Of course he didn’t say it out loud. Steve didn’t deserve a response in his mind anyway. 

A few moments passed with silence. The striking sound of thunder from the outside made Steve jump up from his slumped position. He hated loud noises. He could barely stand the sound of the engine of Billy’s camaro. 

Hargrove was laughing at the tensing of the brunette’s  body.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” Steve asked with frustration.

Billy continued to laugh as he swept some of his mullet out of his face.“There’s no one else in the store so… that only leaves one person left.” 

“Figures you’d only wanna talk to me when it’s to put me down.” Harrington rolled his eyes.

“You did the same shit to me dude. Don’t get mad about it now.” 

Both of the boys were now staring each other in the eyes. Anger filling both pairs. Neither of them planned on backing down from each other. 

The clash of the titans was imminent at this point.

“God you’re so sensitive hargrove.” 

“I'm sensitive? Yeah, ok.”

“Yeah you are.” Steve started up again, riled up. “You’re a crybaby who can’t take rejection, or reality for that matter! We had something casual once. That’s it. It meant nothing.” 

“Me making you cum on yourself isn’t casual Steve.” Billy said in a much calmer tone than the other boy. It even took him by surprise. He was the last person to be rational and keep his cool during situations like this.

Maybe the heartache was making him numb to all of this.

Steve ultimately knew that the blonde had a point. But there was no way they would survive together. Living a double life wasn’t for Steve. Hooking up with a guy behind his girlfriend’s back and then hooking up with said girlfriend right after was mentally draining.

He just wished Billy would understand that.

Steve ran his hands through his hair, forming the words and putting them together. “I can’t do this double life shit dude. My parents.” Harrington paused. When Steve said parents, he mostly meant his dad. He was pretty sure his mom couldn’t care less. His dad would never live with a queer as a son. 

His words, not Steve’s.

“My parents would kill me. I would lose everything.”

All Billy could hear was excuses. 

“We’re fucking 18 years old. You don’t have shit to lose.” Billy snapped back. Steve looked down to the floor they were sitting on. “You knew what you were getting into when you decided to kiss me for the first time. That was your choice Steve, not mine. Stop blaming the fact that you can’t accept who you are on me.” 

Then it went quiet. Billy crossed his arms and Steve began to scratch the back of his head. Both of them had seemingly spoken their minds. As if knowing this, the mall lights began to power back on. 

The buzz of the luminents began to surround the room. 

Billy could finally get up and set himself free.

But for whatever reason, he didn’t. He stayed put. 

Then there was the eye contact again. Both of the boys were diving into each other’s eyes. Just like how they used to at the beginning of the school year.

Billy ultimately knew he had to get away.

“I need to get going-” As he attempted to get up, Steve grabbed his arm. The grip was hard, but it had a different energy to it. He wanted the blonde to say.

“I don’t know what I’m so afraid of.” Was all Steve said before he pulled Billy back to the ground and into a kiss. 

It was unexpected and contradictory. Billy didn’t know how the brunette could tell him one thing and then do the exact opposite.

The kiss was passionate. Steve brushed the curls of Billy’s mullet as they continued to share saliva. 

Then it hit Hargrove. 

He shouldn’t be doing this. This is exactly how he got hurt the first time. Steve was brushing through his hair the same way he always did. Kissing him the same way he did after they made love. If he let him do this again, it was only imminent before his heart would be broken once more.

Billy broke the kiss and got up swiftly as he wiped his lips.

“We can’t. You know we can’t. I can’t get fucked over again.” Steve only looked at him with upturned brows and apologetic eyes. 

Billy let out a sigh and made his way from behind the counter to the exit of the store.

Steve sat in the same spot, running his hands through his hair again. 

Now that Hargrove was walking out of his life for good, there's nothing more he wanted than for him to be in his arms.

[hongjoongscafe]

Mingi looks so damn hot with his pink hair🧎‍♀️

please, make him ruin me. absolutely RUIN me. you can write any kinks you want(I think you know what we both like👀), I just want to get ruined by this fine man😩

I think this should do? 👀

Pink

Bitch hours

Pairing: mingixreader

Warning: big boobs, big cock, fingering, slight choking, cum shot, pussy eating.

...

“Holy shit!” You moaned as Mingi pushed against the door. You both went out for a dinner date. But in the afternoon, Mingi went out to get a “haircut” and said that you should be ready for the date as he will pick you up right after.

Though it was confusing, the timeline wasn't making any sense but you shrugged it off thinking he must have some other work.

But your jaw was on the ground when he came back with your favourite flowers and freshly done pink mullet. The smirk on his face mocked you, that he definitely destroyed the sane part of your brain.

For the rest of the evening, you kept drooling over him. His hands would touch you, making you flustered and aching for more.

That's how you both ended up in your room, naked and ready to take each other.

“Please,” Mingi shut you up by smacking his lips on yours. His tongue explored your mouth, teeth clashing together. His hands caressed your sides and grabbed your ass. You hummed into his mouth.

You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him away, bringing his face lower. He kissed your chest and trailed towards your nipple. He circled his tongue around it and sucked it. His tongue played with your perked-up nippled as he sucked. He brought one of his hands and played with your other nipple. His fingers pulled and rolled your bud. “Mingi,” you whined. “Want more!”

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. “Be a good girl and open up,” he rasped.

You spread your legs as he climbed between them. He kissed your legs and moved higher and higher with each kiss. Finally, reaching where you needed him. “Tell me how you want me,” he said.

“I want you to fuck me dumb,” you cried and raised your hips to get his attention. “Please!”

Mingi chuckled and finally picked your pussy. He spread your pussy with his thumbs and sucked your clit. Your back arched and your mouth fell wide open. He entered one finger into your dripping cunt. “Look at you. Your cunt is already so wet and ready for me,” he rasped. “Fuck, baby.”

He added two more fingers and prepared you for his cock. He moved up and latches onto your boobs while fingering your pussy. He curled his fingers, touching your sweet spot just perfectly. “There!” you screamed. His long fingers were natural to you. He knew how you liked them.

Mingi hummed and bit your nipple. You could feel his rock-hard cock brushing against your thigh. It turned you on so much that you felt your climax coming closer. He felt you clenching around his finger, and knowing that you were closer, he removed his fingers from your cunt.

You let out a frustrated cry, “Mingi?!”

“Now baby shut up and take me like a slut you act like,” he pumped his cock and rubbed it on your cunt. Your lips pulled a dumb smile. He removed the strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. “May I?” he asked.

“Yes, please!” without wasting any more time, he pushed his cock into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back and let out a silent moan.

“So tight. You are so fucking tight,” he moaned. “So wet and warm,” he hissed.

He slowly picked up his pace and went harder on you. One of his hands wrapped around your neck and squeezed it just enough to make you feel light-headed. You snaked your hand down and rubbed your clit faster, matching his thrusts. “Nghhh, fuck!” you screamed.

“That's it, baby, take it,” his head fell back. His girthy neck looked so delicious. You pulled him down, bringing his neck to your lips as you sucked his sweet spot, making it look purple and blue. Everyone should know who he belongs to.

He moaned into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His thick voice turned you into jelly. He pushed himself up and looked right into your eyes and trusted harder and faster. You felt him twitch inside you and you clenched around him, pulling him closer to his climax. He rubbed your clit. “Cum, baby. Make a mess on my cock,” he moaned.

You didn't take long to cum. He felt your walls suffocating him. Your breath was heavy.

A few thrusts later he pulled out and pumped himself and came on your boobs. Thick ropes of his white cum painted your big boobs and some of it got on your chin.

Mingi's pretty pink hair was sticking to his forehead. His lips were bitten and swollen just like your pussy.

He smirked and used his hands to rub his cum all over your boobs. You looked down at his cock. It was still standing hard and ready to fuck again.

You smiled up at him. You scooped the cum on your chin and licked it up. You pushed your boobs together and batted your eyes at him.

“Wanna play with them too?” you asked while wiggling them at him. He looked at your bruised boobs and jumped out of bed.

“It's gonna be a long night.”

.....

Did you like it, bitch (@/jhmylove)?🤨

[makethatelevenrings]

Sweet Reader // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mention of a gun

Summary: Jason met you on a discord a while ago. You became fast friends.

“Will you come with me, sweet Reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.”**

His ribs ached.

Jason cracked his eyes open to the sound of frantic buzzing on his nightstand and the sound of crashing downstairs. He stared at the ceiling above him as the frantic shouts of Tim echoed through the halls of the Manor, followed quickly with the cackles of Stephanie and Duke. Normally, he would be waking up at noon to peaceful silence in his apartment but a broken rib during patrol meant Alfred guilted him into staying for the night.

Hey, if it meant he got some of Alfred’s french toast, who was he to refuse?

His phone buzzed again and Jason snatched it off the nightstand. He winced as the bright light of the screen clashed against his eyes but he blinked away the irritation and flipped his phone over so he could read the discord notifications piling up on his screen. He must have forgotten to turn his do not disturb on when he had dragged his ass upstairs and collapsed into the queen-sized mattress Alfred kept set up for him.

You motherfucker. Why on earth did you tell me to watch this movie?

Got me kicking my feet and shit.

THE HAND FLEX. THE REPRESSION. IM SCREAMING.

oh my god oh my god he’s so flustered

YOU HAVE BEWITCHED ME, BODY AND SOUL IM SOBBING

You need to wake up and witness my meltdown

Jason grinned at the wall of text you had sent and fired off a quick response. Why the fuck are you watching Pride & Prejudice 2005 cinematic masterpiece at 10am?

Your username, “Maid Marian”, popped up in the lower left hand corner. He watched that familiar name as you typed and he forgot the ache in his ribs for just one moment.

Because I had to be up at 4 to open. Because we exist in a capitalistic society that expects pretty people to go to work in order to make money.

His reply was short, but he knew you would laugh. Tragic.

Before he could read your next reply, the door to his room flung open and Dick launched himself next to Jason on the bed. His older brother made a big fuss last night about needing to get back to Bludhaven, but the second Jason agreed to stay the night, Dick was practically hauling ass upstairs to his own room. Sap.

“Whatcha smiling at, little wing?”

“A picture of you with that god awful mullet.”

Dick let out a dignified sniff. “I know it hurts having the worst fashion in the family, Jay, but that doesn’t mean you need to be rude about it. Now, c’mon, Alfred’s almost done cooking and we still have to wake up Cass.”

At the sound of one of his favorite siblings' names, Jason was up and out of bed. He shoved his phone in his pocket, reassured that you would be there when he had a chance to look at it next.

You and Jason met on a random literature discord that he had joined on a whim. He was looking for recommendations and ended up finding you arguing with some guy about the need for representative media in one of the channels. Your tentative friendship blossomed into a texting everyday kind of thing.

You knew more about him than most people. You knew his favorite color, his go to comfort food, what times he usually wakes up from nightmares. He knew about your pets, your dreams, and how you were a monster for dog earing your books if you couldn’t find a bookmark.

For six months, the two of you had been consistently chatting whenever you had a chance. Jason wasn’t one for connections and friendship, but he would, under extreme duress, admit that you were his friend.

You were exhausted.

Your shift at the coffee shop had been a long one thanks to your co-worker calling out sick and your boss asking you to stay. You were tired, cold, and your feet ached but the walk to your apartment was only five more minutes. Your phone buzzed with an incoming message and you smiled as you opened it.

What are you up to tonight?

You shot back a quick reply. Walking home from work rn and then probably reading. Hbu?

His name, “Robin Hood”, popped up before disappearing. You stuffed your phone back in your pocket, assuming he was busy. Gotham was especially cold in the winter and you just wanted to get home and sink into the warmth of your apartment with some soup and a good book.

So the guy emerging from the alleyway your were passing by and pointing a gun at you was really ruining the vibe. You immediately stumbled back, your feet slipping on the icy pavement of the sidewalk and sending you on your ass. The guy couldn’t even open his mouth to demand your wallet when a fist to the jaw sent him sprawling into a snow drift.

“Dude, c’mon. Eat the rich, not your neighbors,” a gruff, modulated voice snapped. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

The infamous Red Hood zip tied the guy's hands to a stop sign and strapped a blinking red light on his forehead. His helmet turned in your direction and he shrugged.

“Cops are on their way to pick him up. You okay?”

“Yeah.” You slowly started to pick yourself up when a gloved hand curled around your upper arm and helped you to your feet. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“Good, good. Alright.”

“Thanks.” 

The vigilante nodded and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Well, duty calls. Stay safe out there.”

“You too, Hood.”

He fired a grapple gun and disappeared onto a rooftop, leaving you to finish out the remainder of your walk. The second you started walking again, your phone buzzed again. You glanced down at the discord message and sighed.

Nothing much. Might watch some Trixie and Katya.

At least one of you was having a normal night.

“Well, I’m just saying. The writing might be good but the characters are flat and boring,” your voice came through the speakers of Jason’s laptop. He chuckled, half of his attention on you and half on the fajitas he was preparing on the stove. 

The two of you didn’t have video on, just voice, as you both cooked dinner in your respective apartments. He didn’t want you to see him and immediately clock him as Bruce Wayne’s son. He didn’t want your friendship tainted by the expectation of the world and his “miraculous return from the grave” or whatever bullshit Bruce fed to the media.

“Tell me how you really feel,” he drawled. You laughed, soft and light and it struck a chord in his chest. 

“What are your plans tonight?” he asked as he plated his fajitas on a few tortillas. He could hear the clinking of dishes colliding against one another on your line and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to rest in the warmth of your kitchen and be physically at your side, cooking with you.

“A shit ton of snow is rolling in,” you explained. “Two feet or something. So it’s just me, a few books, some fuzzy blankets, and maybe watch Ella Enchanted for the six millionth time. What about you?”

“We’re getting some snow here too. I’m probably just staying in and staying warm,” he lied. He would be out patrolling, no matter how cold. Maybe he could yank a beanie over his helmet.

“Ugh, I wish I could do that tomorrow. I have the opening shift and my boss is all ‘This is Gotham! If I closed for every time it snowed, we would never be open in the winter!’”

Jason paused, his hand hovering over his dinner. “Wait, you live in Gotham?”

“Yeah, have I never mentioned that? I moved here a few years ago.”

“No shit! I’m a Gothamite, born and raised.”

You were quiet for a moment and he was afraid that he scared you off somehow. But then you asked him softly, “if you’re free tomorrow and don’t mind venturing out in the cold, you should swing by the coffee shop.”

Jason exhaled, his breath visible in the frigid air. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and leaned against his bike. For a vigilante, he was being a mega fucking wimp right now. He just needed to get his shit together and go inside.

The warm lights of the coffee shop bathed the sidewalk with a golden glow and welcomed weary travelers out of the cold. There were only two patrons currently, a couple by the looks of it. They were seated in the far corner with whipped cream coated smiles.

One employee stood behind the counter and he realized with a start that it was the same person he had saved from a mugging a few days ago. Balsam leaves framed the windows for holiday decorations and the snow clinging to the edges of the windows made you a truly magical sight.

Jason inhaled deeply and stepped towards the door.

Maid Marian, it’s time I present you my honor as an outlaw.*

* = from Robin McKinley’s “The Outlaws of Sherwood”

** = from Howard Pyle’s “The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood”

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[octuscle]

hey man, just saw your story about the guy getting long hair and a bit of muscle. wont lie, thats the absolute dream, Im also already starting to lose my hair at 22 and would love to have longer hair again. I'm also way too into growth curses right now. Maybe I should take a trip to the hair dresser, think he could give me an embarrassing cursed mullet that just keeps making me get bigger and smellier until im a freaky bodybuilder?

"Strengthens the hair roots, strengthens your body". What a stupid slogan. And the design of the cheap-looking bottle was probably created by an intern who was fired immediately afterwards. What's more, the hair tonic smells like the locker room of a high school football team. That's the only good thing about the stuff. You massage it into your thinning hair. And feel reminded of times long gone. Shit, it was hot jerking off with the other boys. You get a hard-on… Somehow you were expecting a miracle with your hair. But nothing happens. Well, if you already stink of the sweat of pubescent boys, you might as well go training.

Yes, the training was better than usual. More weight on the barbells. More repetitions. But you're also sweating a lot more than usual. And when you change your clothes after training, you can see your armpits. Shit! What a bush! The smell of musk is breathtaking. On the way to the shower, you change your mind. You put your clothes back on from training and put on a sweat jacket. And you go to the pub on the corner. There's a boxing match on TV. Quite a few of the guests look like they've been boxing themselves. It smells of beer, tobacco, sweat and frying fat. You stroke your hair. It feels fuller than usual…

When you wake up in your student digs the next morning, something is different. Posters of 80s bodybuilders on the walls. Pull-up bar on the wall. Sandbag from the ceiling. You take a deep breath from your armpit. And reach for the dumbbells. Fuck, you're a machine. Eat, work out, eat, work out, eat, sleep… Sometimes showering. Sometimes washing your hair.

"Strengthens the hair roots, strengthens the body". A shitty slogan . But it's your first sponsor. And the product suits you.

[hyunsvngs]

Having a girls night with fem!lixie and she confesses that she doesn't really enjoy sex because her bf can't satisfy her so you take it into your own hands to show her how good it could feel

been thinking about this for days and i'm finally answering it baby. bc imagine both of u in cute lil matching shortie pyjamas and ur painting her nails... tw lixie is secretly evil

you're halfway through painting her nails a pretty pink. they're not too long, only just about reaching the end of her dainty little fingers. the colour is sheer, but you're planning on layering it until you look up and see a confused little pout on her face. "what is it, lixie?" you question, tilting your head to the side. "do you not like the colour? i thought this is the one you chose, right?"

"no, the colour's perfect," she sighs. you put the tiny paintbrush back in the pot, screwing the top on and putting it to her bedside table. her whole room is bathed in a soft pink glow, courtesy of a cute salt lamp and her overall vibe. when you turn back to her. she's staring down at her nails, her short blonde mullet wavy against the long column of her neck. "do you ever think you might be gay?"

you almost choke on air. "lixie, baby, i am into women. you knew that, right?"

lixie blinks, and then she's holding back a laugh. "you're right. i knew that," she shakes her head, rubbing her temples with one small hand. "i just mean... i've been dating that guy i told you about for a while now. i just don't feel a spark with any guy i date. they can never... y'know."

you raise your eyebrows. "they can never make you cum?"

she bites her lip, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "no! none of them can. so, i was gonna ask you if like... you'd help me try, since we're best friends, and then i'll know if i can cum, or even if i'm gay, and it won't even be awkward because we love eachother so much and-"

"yes," you cut her off. maybe you're being selfish, because you've wanted to get your hands on her for so long, but who cares. it's what best friends are for, right? lixie gasps at your intrusion, before she's shrugging and trying to act nonchalant. she does this a lot, screwing her cute little face up and her eyes soft but nervous. her pyjamas are soft when you let your hands go to her thighs, the pastel pink satin matching your own lilac ones. "lixie, honey, it's just me. we don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable."

she throws herself on top of you, finally dry nails on her hands going into your hair. she pauses, up close to your face, and you see her eyes flitting to your lips. her freckles are darker than normal, given that summer has just passed, and she looks so fucking beautiful you can't help but sigh. as soon as the noise passes your lips, lixie is kissing you, her tongue desperate as she darts it into your mouth.

"baby, calm down," you giggle, pushing her back onto the bed. her soft blonde waves fan out over her pillow, and she huffs, thrashing her legs. "it's just me-"

"i know it's just you, but i- you're hot, you know that," you shake your head fondly, trying to hold back a laugh. you don't even stop her when she unbuttons her pyjama shirt, yanking it off of her narrow shoulders and exposing cute, perky tits in a white lace bralette. she's just as impatient taking her shorts off, dragging them down lithe legs and exposing her matching panties. you can see how wet her pussy is through the lace, and you scoff. already?

you can't help it anymore. you giggle, shutting your eyes in disbelief. "lixie, was this all a ploy to get me into bed? you're awfully wet already."

when you open your eyes, there's a pink blush beneath her freckles. "okay, yeah, i knew you'd help me cum. he's really bad in bed, and you're sexy and clearly make me very wet. is that... i'm evil, aren't i?"

"you're a little bit evil," you muse, running your thumb over her clothed folds. "i kinda knew all along, though. slut." it's affectionate, but still makes her keen. her toned tummy jumps as you tease her, lithe legs falling further apart.

"mm, touch me more," she begs, her teeth digging into her plush bottom lip. she looks like the cat who finally got the cream. she's evil, she'd planned this, but you're so, so into it. "make me cum, yeah?"

you lean down, kissing her lips again before murmuring against them. "i'll make you cum over and over, evil girl."

[naayewolf]

HI! Could you do aged up genya , with his AFAB(assigned female at birth) partner discovering his breeding kink?

‘Trying New Things’  Genya x Fem!Reader

Notes:

1st off .. YES!! I was Ecstatic that I even got a request in the first place, but to have such a wonderful request as this <3 

I hope you don’t mind, I added a thing where Genya is planning on marrying Y/n 😅

Summary:

[So If the Request wasn’t enough..]

Genya and you have been together for over 6 months. You two are very happy in the loving sense, but Genya is planning a proposal .. and he knows that married couples have a more intimate relationship. So, what happens when you find out about what he really wants to do to you~

*Genya and (Y/N) use sex toys on missions when they're away. So while you are both technically virgins, stretch is not an issue.*

TW: 

Breeding,  Sex toys, Creampie, Bedpress, Cuddle sex, First times,  Loss of Virginity, fluff 

You and Genya had been together for over 6 months, and he wanted to bring it up a few levels. He was saving money from demon slaying for a ring, and he planned to propose to you very soon. Thing is .. Our Afro Mullet bubble baby is secretly a freak. Even before you two were together ever since he was of age [We’re gonna go for 18~] He always bought little things to help his urges. A smutty book from villages he passed, an onahole, whatever he could find that would satisfy him. 

When you two got together, he began to use the toys he collected in other ways. .. He would fuck into an onahole alone at a Wisteria Inn fantasising about what it would be like to fill you like he would this toy. He would fantasize about what it would be to breed you. 

Our little Mullet gremlin has rejection issues. He wants to be the best he can be for you. So what would you say when you learned of this? What would you do? Would you dump him? 

It was all too risky, that’s why he chose to just wait on any of those activities.  But you two did sleep in the same bed when one of you wasn’t away on missions, like today. 

~*Present Time*~

“Genya baby, will you lay with me?” You ask from your shared futon. Genya is removing his over-shirt across the room. 

"Of course, my love." He replies, laying his shirt down on his dresser and making his way towards you.

His shirt shows off his figure so perfectly without the purple over-shirt covering it up. 

He lays beside you, careful not to tread on your body. He lays behind you and spoons your body. You reach your hand back to grab hold of his and squeeze softly. 

"My dear, what do you think about starting a family?" You ask him, squeezing his hand tighter. 

He tightens as well hearing your question. He's tense thinking of how to answer. He softens his nerves before hugging his arms around you, your hands still interlocked. 

"Why do you ask?" He finally responds, nuzzling his lips into your neck. You giggle, feeling his face on your neck tickling you. 

"I don't know, I feel it would be a good experience; of course, occupations are important in the decision." You press your body against his looking down to meet his gaze. 

This was what he wanted all along, but now that the chance is presented he is unsure how you will react. "When do you want to try?" 

"Now." You flip your body to look him in the face. He's surprised at your eagerness, his face turning red as he lands and to kiss your lips. 

The kiss turns stronger with more force, and soon you are on top of him. It is the typical sex scene you would see in romance movies. You wrestle around, careful not to hurt each other in your struggle to disrobe quickly.

"Are you sure, we can stop now if you've changed your mind." Genya says, his hands just above your underwear, waiting for your consent to move on. 

You nod, lifting your ass off the ground to make it easier on him to pull them off. He kisses you, rubbing his clothed cock against your bare sex. 

You reach out, pulling his hakama down to reveal that the drapes match the curtains. (I'm voice typing this, I can have a little fun) 

He's huge although hairy, he's of average length, but the width was bigger than anything you've ever seen before. 

Your kiss deepens, as he pushes into your core. The stretch did not hurt due to your 'previous experience'. He pulls his head back, looking into your eyes to make sure that you're unhurt. 

Once he sees that you are fine, he starts slow, but gradually increases his pace. He might have a bit of demonic strength left from his last mission. So he decides to put it to use on you.

The force of his thrusts quicken, he's slowly losing what little control he has over himself.

 The control brakes like a link in a chain, he bedpresses you. Slamming into you repeatedly with no control. He is determined to fill you, to give you the family that you want.

Although the children would be a nice addition to his lust, all he can think about is how hot you're going to look, swelling with his seed. 

When he finally loses stamina at the end of it all, he falls to the side of you hugging you, pressing his hands into your stomach. 

"I'm sorry, things got a bit out of control there." He hugs you lovingly. "Are you hurt?" 

"I'm fine, my dear." You reply, tiredly. "What bothers me is that you kept such want from me." He lets out an embarrassed whine.

 "Not to worry my dear, from now on, up until  we have the family we desire, you can come to me every night." 

He's taken aback by your willingness to be bred. 

"Perhaps while we do, we can try other things, new things."

"I would love that, but now we should really sleep."

[harrywavycurly]

For trouble next door can we have some convos between Eddie and Reader? Their banter is amazing😍

Hiii babes!! Oh of course you can get some convos between them! They make me laugh because they’ve just known each other so long their conversations are wild sometimes😂 I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Trouble Next Door here✨

*Eddie just needs some advice and you’re the only one he trusts to be honest with him*

“You can’t be serious…” “why wouldn’t I be serious?” “Eddie you didn’t wake me up at two in the morning just to ask me this…there has to be something else.” “Uhm…I didn’t even realize what time it was…but yeah no there’s nothing else…” “i fucking hate you.” “Yeah yeah same so…yes or no on the mullet?” “It’s your hair do whatever you want to it.” “Uhm no? Remember the buzz cut that changed my life?” “You’re so dramatic…it grew back.” “That’s not the point…just tell me yes or no.” “Why does it matter what I think? It’s your hair.” “I trust you…I know you wouldn’t let me do something that would make me look stupid.” “I mean you can’t really look anymore stupid than you already do…nice sailor moon boxers by the way.” “You have an issue with the moon boxers?…that just shows you have poor taste.” “Yet you’re in my room asking me for advice on what to do with your hair.” “If you don’t want me to get a mullet all you have to do is say no.” “Eddie…i think you’d look fine with a mullet but I think you’d hate it after a week so…no don’t get it.” “Thank you…what about highlights?” “Oh my god go home!”

“What the fuck is this?” “What’s it say it is?” “Vanilla…caramel creamer.” “Look at you reading out loud and everything…proud of you.” “Fuck off…where’s the regular one?” “What regular one?” “The one that’s not…vanilla or caramel.” “Eddie…are you talking about milk?” “That’s not the name of the creamer…” “I’ve always used a vanilla creamer…have you just been grabbing the milk thinking it’s creamer this whole time?” “I don’t fucking know…god now my whole life feels like a lie…all of a sudden I don’t know how to make my coffee.” “Relax…take a deep breath and go sit down and I’ll make you a cup and you can see how you like it.” “What if I don’t like coffee anymore? What will we do then?” “I guess I’ll just have to take you out back and put you out of your misery.” “You’d do that for me?” “In a heartbeat.” “This is why I love you the most.” “I know.”

“So…you ready for this?” “I think so.” “Uh you think so?…you’re getting married don’t you think you should be a little more…sure about it?” “Yes Eddie I’m ready…I love him.” “Yeah he’s cute…great ass.” “Right? You could bounce a quarter off that thing…how about you? You ready for this?” “I’m ready to see you get your happily ever after…you deserve it you know that right?” “Thanks…it’s gonna be weird not living two trailers down from each other anymore.” “Yeah that’s gonna suck ass but…I’ll just claim the guest bedroom and we can have weekly sleepovers.” “Steve works late on Thursdays so figured that would be our designated weeknight to be weirdos together.” “Sounds awesome…you look really beautiful by the way.” “Thank you…you look nice thanks for agreeing to wear the tux.” “You get to see me in it for two hours then I’m changing because I’m not going on stage in this thing.” “Oh come on the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin can’t jam out in a tux? How lame.” “You’re lame…I still love you though.” “Thank god…I love you too now come on let’s get this show on the road.” “You better not try to trip me walking down the aisle because if you do I’m taking your ass down with me.” “I won’t have time to trip you I’m going to be too focused on not busting my own ass walking down the aisle.” “Don’t worry…I won’t let you fall.”

[gretavanlace]

Starry, Starry Night

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex (m/rec), fingering (f/rec), slight dom/sub, etc

*Idk who to credit for this picture of our lord and savior, please let me know if it’s yours. This one goes out to my mullet!josh anons. Ya’ll are a feral mob of monsters, and I love you!*

Josh finds you on the balcony, staring up at the cloudless, ink-black sky. He snakes his arm around your waist from behind, startling you out of your quiet star-gazing.

“Whatcha doin’, sweetness?” he burrows gently into the crook of your neck. “Searching for life on mars?”

“Don’t do that!” you gasp, swatting away at his embrace. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry…” his lips press against your ear. “didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did.” you smile, sinking into his arms, you never can stay mad at him. “You’re only quiet when you want to be. When did you get home?”

He sways you back and forth in the warm evening breeze, singing a couple verses of Bowie’s Life On Mars softly into your neck before snarking, “Just now, and yes, I did have fun with my brothers, thank you for asking.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “I was getting there. How is my Danny, the love of my life, keeper of my heart?”

“Not great, hon…I had to off him. Did him in and tossed him in the river for stealing the affections of my woman. Like our poor Luca Brasi, he sleeps with the fishes.”

Your eyes roll painfully “God, you and that movie.”

“Film, love.” he corrects. “The Godfather is a fucking film.”

“My apologies.” your hands travel over his forearms, up and down, up and down. “Shh, though. Enjoy the stars with me.”

“Okay.” he mumbles, dropping soft pecks of his velvet lips just below your ear. “But if we see a UFO, we’re flagging it down.”

“Oh, for sure.” you’re melting into his kisses already. “Wouldn’t want you to miss your ride home on the mothership, weirdo.”

“You’d miss me.” he argues quietly, with a nip of his teeth over your pulse point.

“Maybe so.” you concede. “I wouldn’t miss your mouth, though, Kiszka. Shh, you talk too much.”

“You wouldn’t miss my mouth?” he teases, with a grin evident in his tone. “I think you would. I think you’d miss it here.” he sucks a bloom of electricity into your neck. “Annnnnnd I think you’d miss it here…” his hands snake under your shirt to lightly pinch your nipples, and then retreat. “And I know you’d miss my mouth right here.” One hand moves to your throat as the other slips between your legs to cup your cunt. “Yeah? You’d miss my mouth right here wouldn’t you, sweetness? Who would take care of this pretty little thing for you? Hmm?”

“Take me inside.” you breathe, attempting to push away from the railing as he holds fast to you.

“No. Right here.” a firm hand at the small of your back pushes you forward. “Grab onto the rails.”

“Josh,” your hand reaches back for him, desperate to lace your fingers into his hair. “Someone could see and…” you suddenly fall silent as the palm of your hand ghosts into his curls only to be met with a shorn, velour sensation. Your heart skips a beat until your fingertips grace over the delicate curls that are, thankfully, still there.

“What did you do?” you gasp, fighting to spin around in his arms.

He holds onto you firmly “Ah ah ah, baby…you stay where you are.”

“I want to see.” The protest escapes you sounding whiny and petulant as your hands map out the undercut.

“Too bad.” he wraps his fingers around your wrists and guides them back to the railing. “You’re going to cum first. Right here. Just like I said, and then we’ll see what you’ve earned.”

“Baby, please…” you beg, working diligently to make it pretty enough to be deemed irresistible. “Fuck, please, just let me see.”

“You, sweetness…” he taunts smugly, while reaching to slide his hand into your pajama bottoms. “You get to have a look when I’m sucking your cum off my fingers, and not a moment sooner.”

Without waiting for your complaints, he nudges your legs open wider, and dips two fingers into your warmth…burying them completely in one smooth push.

Your body is a betrayal as it collapses against the balcony with a choked, sobbing moan. When he gets like this – cocky and demanding, bossy and god-like, it dismantles you. His normally soft and gentle demeanor morphs into something completely foreign and it unravels you in the most beautiful way.

“Better stay quiet,” he warns, tucking into that delicious spot inside you. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you getting your pretty cunt played with. Or would you? Maybe you want them to hear how hard I can make you cum with just my hand.”

You reach back and run your touch over his newly shaved sides, rocking and bouncing on his hand. “Please let me see. Fuck, Josh, please.”

“I said, not yet.” he snaps in a rasping whisper. “You know what I want.”

He curls his fingers further and you lose it with a wail you both fail to silence.

“Yeah, that’s it right there, isn’t it, baby?” he bites along your shoulder and presses his cock, rock hard and warm, into the small of your back. “That’s the spot. That’s that sweet little place that hides away just waiting for me to come and visit, huh?”

You nod frantically, fingers still raking over the clipped curls “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop.” his hand fucks away at you relentlessly. “Not until you give it up. C’mon now, baby…I’d really like to fill you with my cock right about now, so let's not keep me waiting.”

“Fuck,” the curse shakes out of you wildly. “So good…please, I’m so close.”

“Already?” he sounds pleased enough with himself that you envision slapping him. “I know just how to touch you, don’t I, doll? And where…all the places that get all worked up and needy for my hands, and my mouth,” he fucks into you faster, deeper, “and my cock…know just how to take care of my pretty girl, don’t I?”

“Yes, baby, yes…” the words are less than a whimper. “Yes yes yes…”

“Let's have it then, sweetness.” his mouth is pressed, hot and humid, against the shell of your ear, licking and kissing between his words “You’re dripping all over me, squeezed snug and gorgeous around my fingers. Wanna feel that pretty pussy on my cock.”

You tighten around him and it pulls a heavenly groan from deep within his chest…the sound alone sends you careening into that blissful little death right outside, under the stars.

“There it is…” he sounds tortured. “That’s my good, good, girl. Look at you…”

The second you step into a clearer head, you're fighting to spin around while he holds fast with a mocking tsk of his tongue. “Calm down, little lamb…you’re awfully pushy.”

He’s having way too much fun at your expense and you’ve had enough. “You said!” you huff, encroaching upon what he likes to call a ‘hissy fit’. “You said you’d let me see if I came and I did, so…”

“You did?” he cuts you off. “I couldn’t tell.” He shakes his hand and you can hear the faint sound of your release hitting the concrete at your feet in tiny spatters.

“Josh…” you sound pathetic, but it matters not.

“Alright, don’t break my heart with that sad little voice.” he drops a kiss just below your temple. “Turn around.”

You spin in his arms so quickly he is forced to steady you on your feet.

“Oh…” you breathe in awe. “Oh…oh my god…”

He remains silent, allowing you to turn his head this way and that, soaking it all in, adoring him. It is so reminiscent of the early days you almost believe you might be able to tug on a rat tail if you were to reach around to the nape of his neck. The sides are non-existent, shaved down close…it isn’t much, just trails blazed into his wild tangles by clippers, but the effect is drastic. He looks both older and younger, harder, edgier…and while a small part of your heart misses the softness, the angelic mess of curls, a much larger part has lost it.

“Fuck…” the word drags out of you slow and airy, full of desire.

“Yeah?” he smiles, gripping your hips deeply.

“Yeah.” you nod urgently “Take me inside…or don’t, I don’t care. Just, now…right fucking now.”

His thumb taps at your bottom lip and then slips into your mouth. You instantly suck it in, babying it against your tongue. “So soft and warm in here,” he whispers, nuzzling the tip of your nose with his own. “What if my cock wants a little kiss before I take you inside?”

Without thought, you drop to your knees, wincing when your body hits the unforgiving ground. “Careful, sweetness…” he strokes over your hair “Don’t break my favorite toy.”

In response, your mouth falls open, soft and wet, ready for him with wide, worshiping eyes.

“Look at my pretty baby…” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his left hand, tugging his cock out of his pants with his right. “All ready and willing to be sweet to me. Begging to suck me off with those bambi eyes. I love you very much. Do you know that?”

You offer a quick, half-nod and then your gaze is falling to the swollen head of his cock. “Can I have it, Josh? Please…right here.” your tongue, pink and inviting, slips out and waits…calling to him, beckoning him in.

He takes his cock in his fist, pumping it once, twice…and then he’s dragging it across your tongue, swirling circles into the flat of it, tapping and sweeping, while holding your jaw open with a hooked thumb.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos softly “Just lick it for me, just like that.”

You want more. You want him stuffed down into your throat…choking you, suffocating you…and he can see it by the furrow of your brow. “You want to swallow me, don’t you, doll?” he pets at your face with his free hand. “You want me to slide it in and fuck that pretty face?”

An embarrassing moan hitches out of your chest as you lick him and try your hardest to close your lips around the tip.

“I know, baby…” he soothes. “I know.”

With that, he pulls away and starts into the house while you blink away confusion, knelt to the floor of the balcony like a whore. Like his whore.

He stops at the threshold and turns with one hand on the doorframe, and one wrapped around the thick base of his dick. “You coming, little lamb?’

You start to your feet, but he shakes his head “I think you look very pretty down there, sweetness. Crawl.”

Falling forward onto your palms, you comply without question or shame…dignity has no reason to ever feel shaken with Josh.

“That’s my sweetheart…” he smiles gently, curling a finger to lure you into the house.

He waits in the hall, watching as you slink along on your hands and knees to please him. “You deserve a gold star, baby. Unfortunately, I’m all out of those…what would you like instead?” his fist is continually running along his length, squeezing and twisting over the head. You can’t tear your eyes away, and it makes him smirk. “This? You want this cock, pretty girl? Your cunt is so tight. So pink and lovely…maybe I should ruin it. What do you think?”

“Please…” you are now bowed before him, as if in prayer.

In reply, he reaches down and pets the crown of your head “Get up, sweetness…the last place you belong is at my feet.”

Rising, a shudder of lust quakes out of you when he grabs you by the waist and swings you around, trapping you between the weight of his body and the hallway wall. “Gonna fuck you right here, doll. Look…” he guides your line of sight, grip firm on your chin. “door’s wide open…the whole neighborhood is gonna know how fucking dirty you sound when you cum.”

A broken moan tumbles out of you before you can stop it. “You like that, don’t you?” he mocks your moan softly. “Little lamb is a whore.”

Your hands abandon those silky, newly snipped sides, and delve into his tangles, yanking and tugging. “Just do something already…goddamn, just do something.”

You haven’t even a chance to register his movement, but just like that, your pajama bottoms and panties are puddled at your feet and he’s hiking you up against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me…” he pants, already lining himself up. “and hold on.”

When his cock brushes over you, a keening wail escapes you…it’s as though you’ve waited days, weeks, years, for this. “Yeah? You want that? Want it inside? Wanna fuck?” he nudges in and sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels how hot you are to the touch, how soaked.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes…” your eyes clamp shut as if warding off physical pain.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and bites deeply enough to make you whine, then releases it. “I like it when you get all frantic like this. When you need me so badly you lose yourself to it…but I can’t wait any longer. Look at me.”

Your eyes flash to his, and the moment your stares lock, he drives into you. Filling you, splitting you open with that gorgeous, burning stretch. His name is a breathless, chanting mantra, and he nods along as he slams into you so ruthlessly you’re bouncing along the wall, pressed so fiercely against it you fear you might fall through.

He leans back, hands splayed out over your collarbone to lock you in place, and the change in position sends him sailing deeper inside you, at just the right angle. “Right there,” you breathe “Right there, Josh…don’t…please, fuck…don’t stop….”

“Awe, right there?” he sing-songs, sounding winded, “There it is again, isn’t it? My favorite little spot…now my cock’s come to visit, hmm? You like that?”

Your fists pound into his chest, body, mind and soul desperate for release. “Gonna…” a gulping, humiliating sound climbs out of you. “I’m…fuck…Josh…”

He knows you’re close, and he knows how much you love his voice in these crazed moments. You want his words floating along through your brain, undulating like filthy poetry across the expanse of your consciousness. “Do it then, little lamb.” he coaxes. “Be real sweet to my cock and just let go. Feels so good when you cum…wet and warm, so fucking tight. You gonna give it to me? Gonna be sweet?”

With a final pound of your fists against his chest, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into him. “There they are…” he groans. “My girls. I left them out, didn’t I? Gonna suck them slow and gentle until I fall asleep tonight…didn’t mean to forget them.”

When you begin to thrash around he rakes his hands into your hair, holding you still with a firm grip. “There it is…that’s my baby, I can see it coming in your eyes. You’re right there. Hush, little lamb…shh, just let it happen.”

It breaks over you like a thunderous squall, pulling you apart from the inside out. You are but a ship being tossed through violent waves…he is the storm ravaging the sea that threatens to swallow you up.

He fucks you through it, holding on until he is sure he has carried you most of the way, and then he is right there with you…beautiful groans and pants, curses and gasps of breath, your name and endearments, pouring out of him until you feel light-headed with Josh, Josh, Josh…

His forehead finds yours as you both work to calm yourselves enough to breathe normally…enough to think clearly…enough to float back down to earth…

“And to think, Sam said you’d hate it.” he smiles, when at last he’s found himself.

“Yeah?” you grin back, curling tighter around him when he pulls you away from the wall. “Well, no one ever said Sam was the brightest bulb.”

“Food and then another round?” he asks, teasing your throat with his lips as he carries you toward the kitchen. “Slow and easy, in our bed this time?”

“See? Ideas like this…” you smile, admiring his newly exposed ears “are why you are the brightest bulb.”

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