#you can also watch on mute but it's better with pussy is god

[mattatouile]

today i found out the hard way that if u screen record on ur phone and tell it MEDIA instead of media & mic that what actually happens is it uses the audio from your spotify and so here's the first day of BioSteel training camp to the tune pussy is god by king princess enjoy

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[dreamsfreckles]

[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

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Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

~

You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

[halstudandruz]

Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Kelly gets fed up when you tease him at work all shift (Dominate, kinda rough Kelly smut)

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, breeding kink¿, swearing

A/N: Anyone else find the gif incredibly sexy? Also, proof skimmed at 4am so don’t judge typos 😅

It was a quiet day in the firehouse. Ambulance 61 only running a few calls and everyone else passing the time by running drills or checking equipment. You had offered to make dinner, wanting to give Ritter and Gallo a break for once. You were far from a candidate, but you weren’t “all in” on the candidate hazing per say. They needed a break every once in a while too. Especially when trying to cook three meals a day for the pickiest men in Chicago. You were trying to decide how to marinate the chicken when your boyfriend walked into the lounge headed straight for the kitchen.

“You cooking tonight?” He asked when he spotted you in front of the stove. Watching you nod, he chuckled.

“You know we have candidates for that.” He teased.

“Yeah yeah I know, I also don’t care.” You retorted, having already had this talk before. “Hey! What are you doing?” You scolded as you watched him open up a cupboard digging through it.

“Getting chips.” He answered, nonchalantly.

“I’m making food!” You reminded him.

“And I will eat it, but I need something to hold me off in the meantime.” He replied, rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task. “Okay spices.” You thought out loud moving towards the cabinet Kelly was still digging through. Registering in your head that there was nobody else around except Mouch who was loudly snoring on the couch. Smirking you took the few steps towards your needed ingredients.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled slipping in front of Kelly where he was trying to reach something from

the back of the top shelf. Pushing yourself up on your tippy toes you attempted to grab spices off the bottom shelf, pushing your butt out to put pressure against his crotch before slowly moving back down on the heels of your feet, smiling effectively to yourself when you felt Kelly immediately tense above you swallowing a low groan, trying again and eliciting the same reaction. “I can’t reach it. Could you hand me that cayenne pepper?” You asked sweetly pointing to it, witnessing a pink tint appear across his cheeks, still pressed tightly against you, clenching his jaw when you wiggled your hips back against his. Tightly gripping the container he handed it to you. “Thank you, lieutenant.” You grinned sliding out from in front of him to make your way towards the counter. It wasn’t but two seconds before Kelly had you trapped up against the counter. Breathing heavy in your ear goosebumps traveling down your body at the warmth of his breath.

“You think you’re so sly. Such a little tease, trying to make daddy rock hard.” Kelly leaned over your back pushing his hips into your spine where you felt an obvious bulge. “You’re just giving me an invitation to bend you right over this counter and use you.” Kelly whispered into your ear as you started to chop up the celery coming centimeters away from chopping off your finger at his words. It had been a few days since you had sex and you knew you both were craving each other. When the sound of footsteps heading for you became clear he sprung away putting a respectable amount of space between the two of you.

“Is anybody making dinner around here?” Herrmann asked, appearing from the apparatus floor, Stella in tow behind him.

“Yeah, working on it.” You assured him watching Kelly retrieve a bag of chips and head towards the bunk room, cool relaxed demeanor drifting back over him. He was always better at hiding things than you, and this was likely a game you were going to lose at, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You and Kelly had dated for awhile before accepting that the pressures of the job was starting to take a toll on your relationship. In order to healthily deal with your issues separately you decided to take a break, knowing that you would likely eventually end up back together, or at least hoping so. It was hard at first especially after finding out he had had a brief fling with Stella, one of your best friends in the house, but you had gotten through it and had been back together for a couple months. Nobody else in the house knew though, except Matt who you frequently ran into every morning in his kitchen.

You had taken plenty of opportunities to tease Kelly throughout the rest of the shift. Sending him dirty texts, accidentally running into him in the shower, innocently flirting with Gallo just to get a rise.

“Oh sorry are you almost done?” You asked sweetly watching Kelly shift his clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“Be my guest.” He moved out of the way for you to move towards the washer starting to throw your clothes into it when you heard him clear his throat. Turning you cocked your head when you saw him holding one of your thongs on his pointer finger. “Oops must’ve dropped that.” You played innocently, taking it from him to drop it into the machine feeling the heat of his body crowd you.

“What has gotten into you today?” He questioned, gripping your hips.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You bit your lip blinking up at him.

“Oh so you really were just interested in Gallo’s new workout regimen?” He smirked, pushing you completely against the washer.

“Kid’s looking swole what can I say?” You giggled.

“You must really want me to take you right here, Kitten.” He shook his head, lips moving centimeters away from yours. You hummed, waiting for him to make contact, but he never did. “Say it. Tell me.” He challenged right hand moving up to your bare stomach, finger pulling at the top of your pants.

“I want you.” You admitted and you could feel him smile against your own lips.

“How bad?” He encouraged, popping the button of your pants open, fingers inching further south.

“So bad.” You assured, moaning when the pad of his finger came in contact with your clit, his mouth muting the sound. You relaxed letting the pleasure seep into your body. Whimpering when one of his fingers pushed into you. Your own fingers were nothing compared to his and it had been too long since you felt them. Bracing yourself against his chest when he added another, thrusting them in and out.

“Fuck, Kel. Someone could walk in.” You reminded him trying to keep a clear head, that was very quickly fading.

“Let them. They can watch and see how wet and desperate I make you while fingering your little pussy. Then they can imagine what I do to you with my cock.” He whispered into your ear, causing your knees to buckle below you.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out when his thumb began to flick against your clit synchronizing with his thrusts, his dirty talk was always out of this world. You felt your legs begin to shake, head falling into your boyfriend’s chest, sharp breaths coming out just as the knot unraveled in your stomach. Kelly’s free hand wrapping around your waist to steady you. He waited for you to gain control of your balance again before removing his hands away from you.

“This is far from over.” Kelly kissed your sweaty forehead before retreating leaving you a disheveled mess. You left him alone for the rest of the night knowing if you went near him you were going to cave and this time you would be sure to be caught.

You had turned a boring shift into an entertaining one and you loved watching him squirm.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten much sleep having run calls almost all night, one after the other, and you were so ready to fall into your big soft bed you had even forgotten about the game you were playing with your boyfriend. Up until you walked into your apartment. Dropping your bag to the floor you kicked off your shoes barely registering Kelly close behind you until he tugged on your wrist, taking you off balance causing you to fall right into him, his hard body insistently igniting a spark within you. His hands gripped your face bringing you in for a heated kiss, one that had you leaning back against the door almost immediately.

“Mmm.” You hummed, starting to feel your body summon a second wind.

“Are you too tired? Cause we can do this later.” Kelly pulled away to ask you sincerely, palm cupping your face.

“You seem to have woken me back up.” You chuckled arms circling around his neck to pull him back down to you, tongue joining his, gripping the bottom of his shirt you broke the kiss to tug it over his head.

“Don’t worry you have me so fucking horny this isn’t gonna take long.” He laughed unbuttoning your jeans as he licked across your jaw.

“I don’t know if Matt’s gonna want to see our clothes all over the floor.” You joked, stepping out of your jeans as he pushed them down.

“I asked him to give me an hour or two.” Kelly shrugged a cocky tone in his voice causing you to roll your eyes.

“It’s his apartment too.” You pointed out, shedding yourself of your shirt and bra, as Kelly tossed his jeans to the side.

“He can come home if he wants to, he just may regret it. Which is exactly what I told him.” Kelly replied, taking two steps towards you to throw you over his shoulder.

“Kelly!” You giggled unexpectedly.

“Shh we’re on a time limit.” He smacked your ass and you could hear the smile in his voice as he walked you towards your bedroom. Dropping you at the edge of the bed quickly covering the length of your body with his capturing your breasts in his hands, mouthing at your right nipple. Before his hands moved to explore all the parts of your body. The small pleasure sending goosebumps down your body. “You’ve been teasing daddy at work all shift. What if Herrmann or Stella would’ve seen you wiggling this perfect little ass against my crotch?” Kneading it into his palms. “Would you have liked that? Showing everyone how worked up you can get me? How hard you make me just by looking at you?” Kelly growled nibbling down your neck.

“Stella maybe.” You mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

“Jealous?” He inquired.

“Possessive.” You responded, squeezing his crotch for emphasis.

“She’s got nothing on you baby girl.” He promised, picking you up enough to lay you down. higher on your bed. “You have me so pent up you know that?” He rolled his hips down on yours thin fabric covering each of you, so you could clearly feel his full bulge, a soft moan escaping your lips at the action. Kelly smirked above you at the sound.

“You want it so bad don't you? You want daddy to fill you up good huh baby girl?” He taunted fingertips running up and down your thighs. You clenched your jaw trying to keep your hips firm against the bed not wanting to give into him so easily. “Awe come on. You know you love when I talk dirty to you. You tell me all the time, and I bet if I just move my hand a little south it’ll do all the talking for you.” He teased finger snapping the waistband of your underwear“Just tell me how bad you want this cock sweetheart. How you are soaking through your panties right now just thinking about it.” He continued hand very steadily moving closer to what you knew was going to be a pool of liquid between your legs. “And I will rock your world.” He promised biting hard at your collarbone just as his fingers met your clothed center, accompanied by a loud moan involuntarily filling the room. “Would you look at that?” He brought his glistening fingers up in front of your face, but you remained quiet chewing on your lips. “Oh so that’s how we’re gonna be today?” He raised an eyebrow before backing away from you, “you can get yourself ready then, or you’re not getting any.” He commanded.

“No, wait I’m sorry come-“ You started to reach for him but he leaned farther away.

“Your choice.” He smiled widely at you.

“Whatever, fine.” You pouted, you could certainly make this as torturous for him as it was for you. Slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Oh hey you weren’t kidding, they are soaked.” You laughed, jokingly before throwing them at Kelly’s face. Spreading your legs wide for him to see fingers grasping your nipples first rolling them between your thumb and forefingers. Hips rolling at the feeling that warmed your body. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you made a show of your lips sucking two of your fingers, tongue circling around them humming a small moan that could still be clearly heard in the room. Hand trailing leisurely down your body. You could hear Kelly’s breath hitching as your hand connected with your center purposely moaning loudly enough to fill the apartment putting pressure against your clit. Finger teasingly sliding across your own entrance before circling it again. You could feel the juices starting to drip down your legs, getting impossibly wetter at Kelly’s dark eyes watching your every move. “Oh god.” You groaned, pushing in a single finger thrusting your finger up towards your stomach. Giving more attention to your clit before adding a second finger. “Yes, fuck yes.” You breathed hips pushing down towards your palm when you curled your fingers towards your g-spot already wishing it was Kelly’s dick.

“That’s it baby, play with your wet little pussy so daddy can watch. Such a pretty cunt.” Kelly praised. You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed shut until you had opened them met with the sight of Kelly’s hand lazily stroking his fully hard shaft.

“Daddy..please.” You begged.

“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.” He ordered eyes locked with yours.

“You to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” You whined hips still desperately moving with your hand. Kelly appeared back on top of you in seconds.

“Daddy’s ready to take such a long sexually frustrating day out on your perfect little cunt.” He teased nipping your earlobe as he lightly rubbed the tip of his dick between your folds. Slowly pushing his hips forward, your pussy immediately taking him in. “God baby you’re so fucking tight. How can you be this fucking wet and still so tight?” He growled, breaths coming out heavier as he continued to move forward waiting for you to loosen up for him. Focusing on the smell of him so close to you, the quiet little growls, the warmth of his body right against you had you relaxing quickly the pain of the intrusion subsiding within seconds.

“Move Kelly.” You encouraged him, digging the heels of your feet into the bottom of his back trying to pull him even deeper.

“Ah ah ah,” Kelly grabbed ahold of your hands pinning them above your head, “you’re here for daddy’s pleasure right now kitten.” He reminded you with a slow roll of his hips causing you to whimper. His hips moving in slow deliberate circles before thrusting hard all the way in you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, head falling back into the pillows. Your legs falling wider apart when he started moving in a steady rhythm. Quickly finding your soft spot, knowing your body inside and out. “There.” You informed him in a mumble, starting to lose the ability to think, worse with each thrust. He had your arms pinned above your head, hips pounding against yours as hard as possible. Moans and slapping of skin echoing in the room. It was crazy how quickly he could get you where you needed to be. Knew exactly the angle his cock had to enter and exactly the right speed, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Slowly his thrusts as soon as he knew the knot began to build in your lower stomach. Bringing you to the edge numerous times.

“Kelly, I'm getting close.” You warned, whining even louder when his thrusts came to a stop. “Kelly fuck baby come on stop doing that.” You begged, legs beginning to shake at the continuous edging feeling the knot disappear from the pit stomach again and you wanted to cry.

“As soon as you learned to call me by the correct name you can finish.” He teased. Your brain was too clouded to form a decent sentence let alone control what was actually coming out of your mouth.

“God daddy I’m sorry I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight right now.” Your body was wiggling uncontrollably trying to get the friction moving again, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“You can and you will baby.” He ordered, slowly beginning to move again.

“Daddy please just let me cum. Please. Wanna cum around your cock so bad.” You begged, likely incoherently, but he must’ve felt bad as he moved his thumb down into to contact with your clit flicking against it in time with his thrusts.

“Ahhh holy shit yes! Daddy oh my god!” You yelled limbs locking when the pleasure exploded throughout your body. Shaking slightly, sounds flowing freely from your mouth, hands entwining with Kelly’s single hand above you. Stars were still clouding your vision when you tried to open your eyes, Kelly curling himself even closer against you, his head stuffed into your neck, groans continuously accompanying each of his breaths.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close baby girl. So fucking close. Keep clenching that pussy for daddy. Just like that.” He coached, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I can feel you twitching babe. I can feel how close you are daddy. You gotta pull out unless you want it in me.” You warned knowing within three strokes he was gonna fill you otherwise trying to push away the multiple voices in your head that admitted you would love nothing more.

“That’s exactly what I want princess, daddy’s gonna flood this tight perfect little pussy with his hot thick cum.” He grunted out and sure enough three strokes later you felt his cock swell, muscles tensing below your hands before spurting numerous amounts of cum against your walls, the warmth lighting your body on fire even more, Kelly collapsed onto your body, during the short fast thrusts he used to work himself through. Loud groans falling from his lips. Sweat covered your bodies sticking between the two of you.

Finally catching his breath a few minutes later he slowly pulled out of you, mind clicking and coming back to reality, eyes widening when he saw the cum running out of you, “Oh my god. Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry. Shit!” He panicked, eyes flicking from the mound between your legs to your face causing you to giggle.

“It’s fine, Kel.” You reassured him reaching for tissues to attempt any clean up.

“I should’ve asked. I let myself get way too carried away. I'm so sorry.” He ran a hand down his face.

“Would you be okay with having a baby with me?” You asked him sincerely.

“Well...yeah of course. I love you.” He nodded his head.

“Then it’s fine. We’re both adults. We know the risks of sex. If we really wanted to avoid it I would suggest more than just the pull out method. Plus if I was really worried I could’ve stopped you.” You shrugged. “Not saying I want to actively try but it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” You admitted, having kept your feelings on this exact subject at bay for a while.

“You want to have a baby with me?” He asked, shocked.

“Eventually.” You answered and he smiled.

“Could you imagine telling everyone you’re pregnant and we’ve actually been back together for months.” He laughed at the thought.

“Well thanks to your lack of self-control that might be a reality.” You joked, giving him a pointed look.

“On the brightside you’d get to call me daddy more.” He said winking as he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Nobody would ever believe the things you say to me in bed.” You thought out loud.

“Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.” He shrugged, winking.

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Hey dear, i have a weird request but could you do a Lost boys X reader or Marko x reader Where all the boys (Marko Dwayne David paul Micheal all of them or just marko Dwayne David paul) see the reader re put bandages on his scar but the scars would be like carls in the walking dead and they see the scar ( i wonder how they would react to it?)

thank you so much for the request, sorry it took me a hot second to post! its longer than my other stories on here so far, so i hope that makes up for it. i also hope that you like what i did with it!! its angsty in the beginning but it gets fluffier <3

Scar Tissue

rating: teen

word count: 2,908

tags/warnings: swearing, mentions of being in pain, mentions of scars, mentions of being in the hospital, harassment, fluff, the boys being sweet, the lost boys x male!reader, male pronouns used, poly!lost boys

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You could have never predicted how your life had gone so sideways. Not in a million years- before the accident, you were pretty much an average joe. Decent family, decent friends, decent existence. Nothing was ever really exciting, but you were okay with that. Life didn’t need to be crazy or unpredictable to be fulfilling.

But, you supposed, the price of being a living being on this Earth was that life could never truly be predictable at all. It couldn’t be, with the events that followed you losing your eye, and pretty much all normalcy you grew to live with.

It was extremely painful at first, physically and emotionally. You had lost a vital part of your body, and you could never get it back. It was disorienting, and uncomfortable, like an itch you could never scratch. The skin around your eye was incredibly sensitive, the lightest movement or touch sending shockwaves of burning pain through your nerves. Tears were always on the brink of spilling over anytime you or a doctor had to replace medicine and bandages to keep the wound clean.

In the end, the pain wasn’t the worst part about it. No, you could deal with the pain. The people in your life, however, suddenly changing and disappearing was way, way worse.

Friends slowly stop coming to visit you at the hospital, calls go unanswered, gazes averted. Your parents supported you, of course. They still loved you, and you knew nothing could change that. But sometimes even they got this look in their eyes, something a little too close to pity.

It was an incredibly lonely first couple of months.

But the loneliness and the heartache slowly healed, along with your eye. The scarring lightened and stopped bleeding, and your skin no longer felt as if it was on fire every time you turned your head. You still had to keep it under wraps, to keep out infection, and to keep other people from seeing how bad it was. You knew that people seeing the bandages would cause looks and questions, but it was better than people actually seeing the wound, which would surely cause reactions that you didn’t have the patience to deal with.

As you were healing, you were also relearning how to do things in your daily life. Your sight and depth perception drastically changed, so things like walking and doing simple tasks had to be practiced all over again. You had to take things slow, which you hated, you couldn’t leave the house very often until you got used to walking without bumping into things.

The first place you wanted to go once you were able to was the boardwalk. It was one of your favorite places in the world, so loud and full of life and happiness. It was absolutely what you needed after all of the hardship you had to deal with lately.

So one night, when it got late and your parents turned in for the night, you went out and caught a bus to the nearest stop to the boardwalk. From there you walked until you saw the bright lights and heard loud screaming and chatter and laughter. You smiled as you took in the sight of the people and the games and the rides, it felt like you were breathing for the first time in months.

The first thing you did was buy a big thing of cotton candy and a soda, roaming the boardwalk and consuming sugary goodness. As you walked, you noticed that some people were giving you looks, but you ignored them, focused on just having a good time and living your best life.

Walking around for long periods of time still gave you a bit of trouble, you were starting to get a little dizzy, so after a bit you sat down on a bench to give your brain time to catch up with the rest of your body. This was nice too, you got to relax and just watch people for a bit. There were all sorts of people out tonight, families and tourists and couples, teenagers and surf nazis and locals, all in one spot, the heart of Santa Carla, enjoying the wonders it had to offer.

There was a group of guys that caught your eye, though. You didn’t mean to stare at them; in fact, you knew not to, you’ve seen them around the boardwalk in the past, and heard the rumors surrounding them. But, in your defense, it has been a while since you’ve been there, and you forgot how magnetic they can be.

They were milling near their motorbikes, smoking and talking and lightly harassing anyone that happened to walk by. Three blondes and two brunettes- had there always been five of them? You could have sworn there was only four- all dressed in black and leather, looking dangerous and infuriatingly hot. You would have noticed more, but by accident you make eye contact with one of the guys and you rip your attention away from them.

Shit, god damnit, you’ve been spotted now. There’s only one thing to do, and it’s to walk quickly away and hope you don’t run into them later.

You get up too quickly though, and you stumble straight into a man walking with who you assume to be his girlfriend.

“Hey! Watch it-” He starts to say, pissed off that someone ran into him, but then he takes a good look at you and lets out a laugh. “Oh, I guess you really can’t, huh?”

The girlfriend lets out a giggle, smirking behind a hand over her lips. You mumble out an apology and try to go around them, but the man blocks your path. “What was that? C’mon man I can’t hear you, you mute too or something?”

You look up at him and scoff, anger building inside you. Who the hell did this asshole think he was? Without thinking, you say “Yeah, real funny and original. Bet lines like that really score you in bed.”

There’s some laughter around you, making you realize that a crowd has been drawn. The man’s face turned bright red, his mouth curved downward into a frown and he got up in your space. “Oh, so you’re a tough guy now, huh?” He pushed you in the chest, making you stumble back. You get dizzy and almost fall, but you don’t hit the ground. Instead, your back hits someone's chest. You freeze, then slowly turn your head, to see a guy with spiky platinum blond hair staring at the man who pushed you. The four other guys with him were also there, glaring at the crowd of people just watching.

You turned to look back at the man who pushed you, all the color was drained from his face. His girlfriend was clutching his arm, trying to pull the man away but his feet were glued in place. The blond behind you smirked.

“There a problem here?”

The silence that swept over was deafening and unnatural, it was like all of the boardwalk was holding its breath waiting for an answer. The man swallowed, eyes gliding over the gang behind you, not focusing on one spot. “N-No, man. No problem.”

You let out a breath as you watch the man and his girlfriend back up, and the crowd starts to disperse. The man behind you gives a shark-like grin and chuckles deep. “Wonderful.” He says, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you away. You can hear your heart thundering in your chest as you walk away with them, listening as they laugh and push each other.

“N-No m-man, n-no p-problem!” One of the blonds says in a mocking wavering tone, “What a fuckin pussy!” The gang starts laughing again, it feels like the ground underneath your feet is rumbling from the force of it. After a little more walking, they stop in front of a different bench and gesture for you to sit down.

“Take a load off, little man!” You snorted as you sat down, grinning despite the slight lightheadedness. Two of the blonds sat next to you, one with a wild mane of hair and a smile to match swinging an arm behind you. You look at all of them, nodding your head a little bit. “Thank you,” You said softly, “You didn’t have to do that.”

The spiky blond shrugged his shoulders and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N” You said, and he nodded. “I’m David. This is Dwayne, Michael,” He gestured to the two brunettes, one with curly hair and sunglasses hanging off his shirt, the other with longer straight hair and not wearing a shirt at all. “And that’s Paul and Marko.” The two blonds next to you do little waves, the one that wasn’t right next to you has curly hair and a jacket so cluttered with patches it must be heavy.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N!” Paul says, nudging his knee against yours, making you smile more. “It’s good to meet you guys, too.”

After the introductions were out of the way, David offered for you to hang out with them, but you declined, saying you needed to get home. At that David offered a ride instead. You hesitated, but accepted in the end. Riding behind him on his bike was terrifying and exhilarating, you clutched his middle tightly the whole way home, but the blond didn’t seem to mind.

“You should come to the boardwalk more often,” David said as you got off his bike, now at your house. He smiled at you like he was letting you in on a secret, “We’re there all night.”

From that point on, you couldn’t ignore the boy's siren call. The next couple days you would take the bus over, wander until you found them, and then do stupid shit with them all night. A lot of it consisted of them terrorizing people who even looked at them funny, but you didn’t find it scary anymore. You found it powerful. It was the best you’ve felt in a long time.

It wasn’t long, though, until the questions started. You supposed you should have seen it coming, but hanging out with them honestly made you forget.

“So Y/N,” Paul said one night, it was just you and him and Marko. You were leaning against the railing in front of the carousel, waiting for the others to get back from getting food. When you looked over at Paul, he asked “What’s up with the eye?”

Marko punched Paul's shoulder, giving him a look, and Paul threw his hands up dramatically. “What? I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just curious.”

You sighed a little bit, mulling over what to say. You weren’t mad that he asked, you just hated talking about it. “There’s nothing much to say.” You said after a couple seconds of silence. “I was in an accident. Got fucked up. End of story.” Paul and Marko both nodded, taking the hint not to ask anymore. The taller blond wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rested his chin on top of your head. A silent apology. You smiled a little and leaned into him, letting him know it was okay.

After that, David, Dwayne and Michael arrived back with food, and once everyone settled down at a nearby table to eat, David proposed that they go back to their place after eating. You were nervous to accept, but they were cool guys so far, so you didn’t see the harm in it.

Before you could voice your opinion, however, a sudden cold, wet substance suddenly splashed all over your face. You yelped and got up, trying to shake off whatever the fuck it was, when you heard laughter getting distant. Suddenly, the boys were all getting up and shouting, someone was holding onto your shoulders, and when you wiped at your eye you could see it was Dwayne. He looked absolutely livid.

“What the fuck just happened?” You asked, looking down at yourself, disgusted to find that your clothes were soaked now too. The brunette gripped your shoulders a little tighter, not enough to hurt but the pressure was there, “Some people have a death wish.”

You would have asked him to elaborate, but then something dawned on you. “Oh shit!” You exclaim, hand going up to your bandaged eye. “Fuck, I have to get home, I have to change this, fuck!” Dwayne's eyes widened a little, and he nodded, calling attention to the other boys, who were all talking angrily to each other. They all looked over, and when they heard that you needed to change your bandage, they all hurried over. “Our place is closer. Michael, take Y/N to get the supplies he needs. We’ll meet back up at the hotel.” David all but commanded, and everyone seemed to be in agreement. The rest of the boys took off on their bikes while Michael steered you in the direction of a small convenience store on the edge of the boardwalk.

“You okay?” Michael asked, worry written all over his face. You nodded at him, though in reality you were feeling gross, sticky and anxious as hell. You thought it was so nice of them to help you out, really, but you knew this meant that they would probably end up seeing your eye. Seeing your scars. The thought alone was enough to make you slightly nauseous. The brunette could tell that something more was going on with you, so he gently took your hand as you approached the shop. You looked at him, and he smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently. You gave a light smile back and looked away.

After buying the necessary wrap, tape and some bottles of water, you both get on Michaels bike and ride off to their place. You were just thinking about it now, David had said the word “hotel”. Did they stay at an actual hotel?

It didn’t take you long to figure out. When you arrived at the hotel, that was really more of a cave, you were in absolute awe of the place. It was massive and beautiful, you couldn’t believe these guys actually lived here. You had so many questions, but now that you were here, they would have to come after.

Michael led you over to a slightly dusty couch and you sat down, holding the items in your hands nervously. Everyone was sitting around you, you had a very attentive audience that you didn’t really want.

“Is there, uh, a private place I could do this?” You asked, and your heart sank when they shook their heads. “Most of the rooms collapsed when the earthquake hit. There’s not much left, and the parts that remain are too dangerous to go into.” Marko explained, and you sighed. You supposed there was no getting around it.

“Okay, well. Just, don’t say anything, okay?” You got out the bandage wrap from its packaging and took a deep breath. Slowly, you unwrapped the dirty bandage from around your face, revealing your eye to the boys.

All of their facial expressions changed, some more surprised than others. David looked the least shocked, eyes of steel trained on your face, just looking. Dwayne and Michael looked a little more concerned, Michael especially, but otherwise they tried to keep their expressions neutral. Paul and Marko looked intrigued, if anything. Like they wanted to ask questions but were reigning themselves in.

Overall, they kept quiet, and they didn’t shy away from your appearance, so you counted your blessings as you cleaned and dressed your eye as quickly as possible. When you were all finished, Marko and Paul launched themselves at you, sitting next to you with wide smiles on their faces.

“Dude! You’re so badass!” Paul shouted, and Marko was quick to agree. “You should get an eyepatch or something. Crank up the badass factor.”

You laughed at their antics, blushing a bit at their words. You could tell that they really thought you were actually cool. It warmed your chest and you smiled as they went on about eyepatch ideas.

Eventually, David dragged the two away, saying it's getting late and they should probably take you home now. You nodded in agreement, letting out a yawn. You didn’t realize just how tired you were.

Dwayne was the one who ended up taking you home, the ride was a lot gentler and smoother than it usually was, which you were grateful for. When you arrived at your house, and you got off his bike, Dwayne pulled on your arm before you could leave. You looked at him, confused, but then he got off his bike, and he stood in front of you, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You froze, heart pounding. Dwayne pulled away and let go, giving you a small smile. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard as he got back on his bike. “Yeah- you too.” You stumbled out, making him chuckle. He then rode back off into the night, and you were left stunned on your front lawn.

You didn’t know what would happen now, you had absolutely no clue when it came to the gang of bikers. But you found yourself at peace with it.

Life could never be predictable anymore. And you were more than okay with that.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Tempting Tempest (Shark!Bakugou)

Shark!Bakugou x mer!reader

warnings: yellow sour fruit, dubcon, blood, violence, strange as fuck words I’d only use while writing monster smut idfk, silly ending

A/N: I know I said I wasn’t gonna force this one out, but sometimes you gotta. This was kinda fun to write, but idk how sexy it is to be QUITE honest. The next time I write mermaid p*rn outside of tempting tempest, it’s definitely gotta be with at least one human, ama. also the ending is a little wacky, pero it made me smile so like maybe it’ll make you smile too. ha...? okiee here’s the thing...vhjdsvhjd

Violent fury compelled you to tighten your hold on your weapon. Like a spear, you flew through the water, firing towards the shark. Too bad for you, he had fast reflexes and as soon as you were close enough, he whipped his tail around and slapped you in the face.

Colliding with the sand bed and a large kelp-covered rock, you struggled to right yourself, when the merman gripped onto your waist. He pulled himself up so his head was leveled with yours. He bared his teeth at you and snapped at your neck. You hissed and swiped your knife at him, missing his chest and cutting into his side. He growled when blue blood spilled out into the water, swirling around the two of you as you wrestled for dominance.

The merman slammed your wrist into the edge of the rock next to you, forcing you to relinquish your dagger. Sharp fingers curled around your neck, quickly stopping your waterways. You dug your nails into his toned arms so fiercely that even more blood flooded around you. Despite the obvious pain you inflicted on him, the merman gave you a sharp, threatening sneer.

“Looks like you do have more fight in you after all.” He teased, tightening his hold. He licked his lips and brought his free hand to your mouth. “Should say I’m grateful that you’re not gonna make this boring.”

Figuring that it was no use clawing at your opponent, you threw your hands down on the sand bed, searching for your lost weapon. Thinking that you were going to throw sand in his face again, the shark let go of your neck and grabbed your wrist, quickly pinning it to your side.

“Not gonna let that happen again, little guppy,” he grumbled. The hand at your mouth squeezed your cheeks together as his hungry, crimson glower bore down on you. “You’re gonna have to learn some new tricks fast.”

You bit down on his narrowed webspace between his pointer finger and thumb, making him jolt back. That offered you enough slack to quickly wiggle out from underneath him, but not enough time to swim away.

Rounding you, the shark took hold of the flimsy part of your tail, sending an excited shock up to your neck. You whined and flipped your tail at him, attempting to hit his face, but he only laughed as he dodged the attack.

“That was cute.” He mocked as he approached you again, ushering you against the giant rock. “That little cry, I mean...think you can do it again for me? Huh, guppy?”

You hissed at him, the fins on the side of your head flaring in an attempt to make you look more threatening. He pushed you back against the wall, your skin grating against the rugged edge of the flat. You winced while he growled, deep and low, baring his sharp, ivory teeth. You couldn’t help but flinch, your fins falling back with a huff. At this, he chuckled, closing the gap between the two of you, his shark’s tail triumphantly swishing from left to right.

“Not so tough now, are yah?” Your body trembled as he grazed his lips against your neck, slowly bringing them up to your ear. “All bark and no bite.”

The purring came back—that deep, mesmerizing rumble from his chest. You hated how easily it got to you—how it made your muscles relax and your mind fuzzy. You scowled at his chest, too afraid that if you looked him in those beautiful, ruby eyes, you’d be lost to him again

The shark put both of his arms against the rock, caging you in with him as your prison bars. “Whatsamatter?” He asked. “You some kinda mute or are you just being a bitch?”

“Oh, bite me!”

“Is that a command or a request?” He gave you his insolent shark-grin as he leaned closer. “‘Cause I will,” he said in a teasing tone, but you knew it was a promise. The heat of his tongue reached the sensitive part of your ear, licking it for just as long as it took for goosebumps to erupt across your arms. He purred, “even if you don’t ask nicely.”

“I’m not asking you for anything except for you to leave me alone!” You barked out, albeit weakly. His chest rumbles were echoing inside your head, lulling you into a trancelike state you didn’t want to fall into.

“Since when?” He inquired impudently. His hands fell down near your hips.

You gestured pointedly behind him, indicating the updraft of sand and blood whirling in the space the two of you previously occupied. He glanced back only for a moment, not willing to take his eyes off of you for a second too long. He smirked, finally closing his hands on the part of your body where your torso met your fluke. They were rough, calloused from experience—hunter’s hands. You fought off impending thoughts of having those hands graze every inch of your body.

“Thought that was just foreplay.” His whisper was husky with provocation as his thumbs circled your hip bones. He took the hand you were using to point at the aftermath of your fight with into his. “It’d be no fun without any chase.” He lightly bit down on the carpal side of your palm, his dangerous eyes daring you to react. You merely shuddered against him, an act he seemed to enjoy.

“Foreplay?!” You squawked, bemused. You tore your hand away from his lips and quickly dug your fingers into his side, right below the place you’d cut him. It was healing fast, but some sapphire oozed out, nonetheless. “I cut you!”

He laughed, making his abdomen tighten underneath your touch. You inhaled sharply, and pressed your palm into him, enjoying the feel of his tight stomach. Gods damn you, he was hot.

“What’s one more scar?” He took your hand and moved it up his chest, satisfied to know you liked the feel of him. His skin riveted underneath your fingertips as he drew you over his various markings from previous fights. “I’m sure there’ll be plenty more where that came from—at least, if you’re the kinda mate I think you’ll be.”

“I don’t even know you,” you said, though that was a weak riposte. It wasn’t like you were around long enough for any merman to bring you pearl bracelets and hidden treasures just to have you fall into their embrace. Though, if you had, you wouldn’t be dealing with a shark right now.

“Katsuki,” he said smugly. “Figure you should know the name you’re gonna be moaning for the rest of your life.”

“As if.”

“And you are?” Katsuki completely ignored your retort. “Honestly didn’t think that ‘Guppy’ was all that fitting for a cute, little mermaid like you, but if that’s what you prefer-“

You scowled, ignoring the way your heart stuttered when he called you cute. His lips tilted sideways.

“Nah, you’re too high and mighty for guppy, aren’t you?” He continued, wedging himself closer to you. You felt cool gusts of water blowing against your shoulder and down your back as he drew nearer, his low purring reverberating down your tail. His lips were against your neck as he suggested, “right, princess?” You shuddered against him again as he kissed the sensitive spot on the skin below your gills. “Oh you like that, huh-“ his voice dropped an octave-“princess.”

Despite yourself, you groaned, turning your head so he could angle himself better, suckling on your tender flesh. You slanted your hips into him, hands moving up his strong, muscular back, to his neck, weaving through the surprisingly soft, ash-blonde hair. You tugged, and his growls mixed in with the rumbling only grew louder as he continued to kiss you.

Something thick and heavy pressed against your belly and through foggy eyes, you saw two massive erections, each with jelly-like fluid seeping out from the tips. Your mouth fell open on a moan as you imagined either of the two—if not both—entering you, all previous resignation sinking into the sand beneath you.

Your free hand trickled down his abdomen, loving the way he twitched at your soft caresses. You touched the tip of one of his dicks, and he grunted, a bit of white spurting into your palm. Enjoying his reaction, you rubbed your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing his base as he wrapped an arm around your back.

“Fuck.” He rasped, rutting into your hand. “Touch my cock like that and I’m not gonna be able to control myself.”

“You’re controlling yourself?” You mocked uneasily, tail slapping against the rock.

His nostrils flared. “More than you know.” The hand behind you moved down to your backside. He drew circular motions in the thickest part of your tail behind you, squeezing your flesh, making your fluke shake with anticipation.

“Tell me to fuckin’ stop,” he murmured noncommittally, pressing his cocks harder against your tail. With both hands now on your tail, he moved one over to the puffed out slit below the middle of your hips. He dipped a finger into you, testing out the undoubtedly viscous truth of your velvety walls. He moaned, loving the feel of you, loving the way you whimpered as he touched you. You watched as his pupils grew large, dark, and predatory, as he added a second finger to curl in and out of you. “Tell me you don’t want me to wreck your sweet little pussy right fuckin’ now, or I’m not gonna stop. Once I’m inside you, baby, there’ll be no turnin’ back—even if you beg me.” Something low and animalistic echoed out of his throat at the thought. “Though hearing you fuckin’ beg doesn’t sound half bad right now.”

“Katsuki-!” You started to mewl, but were cut off by his lips descended onto yours. It was a desperate kiss with strong, erratic tongue. He tasted you like you were meant for him—frantic, like he couldn’t get enough of you. Not knowing much about what to do with yourself, you squirmed against him, but he hardly seemed to care. If anything, your resistance only spurred him on.

Grasping onto your wrists, he pinned them against the rock behind you, using one hand to lock them into place. His now unoccupied hand cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. He traced his touch down to your neck, your collarbone, and found ménage at your breasts. He tweaked your pert nipples until they were hard and dark from arousal.

You felt him smirk against you when you finally touched your tongue to kiss—the first of the many triumphs he was going to hold over you. He swallowed your downing moans with fervor, biting down on your lower lip when you attempted to resist again. You cooed.

“Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” Katsuki’s hands slid down your torso, lingering around your navel when you let out a little squeak. He chuckled. “So ready to be mated, too. You liked being chased around, didn’t you?”

“I-“ you breathed, your heart racing with both excitement and dread-“I don’t know!”

“So coy all of a sudden.” He snickered, grasping onto one of his clasper-pricks. He gave it a couple pumps, letting tendrils of the thick, white seed flutter around in the water. He pushed his member against your slit, letting your own slick membrane cover his thick cockhead, readying him to take you. “That’s okay,” he muttered, “looks like your cunt already knows for you.” He exhaled. “Say my name again—like you did the first time.”

“Kat...suki…?”

“Good girl,” he purred, pressing his cockhead into you, biting back a groan as he did so. Gods, it was unbearably huge. You shot him a panicked look, but that only made him all the more hungry.

“Wait-!” You wiggled, unprepared for the stretching you felt as he pushed into your tight hole. You cried out as he thickened, even while constricted by your walls, not even at his hilt yet. “Wait, please, I can’t—!”

“What’d I tell you, princess?” His voice grated against your soft cheeks, warmed from fluster. “Said there’d be no turnin’ back, didn’t I?” Even still, he pulled back, easing into you slower the second time, pressing in, inch by withering inch.

“God damn, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, hon,” he grumbled thickly, mesmerized. He pulled back once more, and when he pushed in again, he grooved his hips up, pushing even more of his girth deeper inside of you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, attempting to twist away from him. “It’s too much!! I can’t take it!”

“Relax,” he crooned gruffly, petting the erect bud above your slit. His touch sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure rippling through your body despite the terrible corruption battling inside you. You tightened around him and he groaned.

“My gods, baby. The hell are you doin’ to my cock?” Katsuki nestled into your neck, licking at your gills. “Such a good girl—so fuckin’ tight for me, huh? You’re gonna take me so well, I know it.”

Your body wavered—almost complying. Katsuki began rolling into you at a charitable pace, caressing your body, thumb encircling your clit, stimulating you just enough to keep your mind away from the pain. However, when he lessened his hold on your wrists, one of your hands broke free. You pushed against him, writhing and feral.

That was when he bit you.

Scorching affliction shot through your shoulders, down your spine. Your tail spasmed against his, your soft scales scraping against his fine exterior. You wailed and dug your nails into the thick muscles of his back, but that did nothing to tear Katsuki away from you. His grip on you was vice, impervious to any sort of protest. In fact, the more you tried to get away, the closer he pulled you, rutting into you faster, your bodies spinning through the ocean as he locked you into matehood.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more of the tremendous cutting feeling his shark’s teeth had your neck, the burn mitigated. He wasn’t holding back—if anything he was digging deeper into you—but as his mark melded into your skin, your body relaxed and you began to enjoy the pain. The feeling was purely hypnotic.

Katsuki began to push more of himself inside of you, and you easily accepted him. Your tail twisted around his as his hips slapped against yours. You arched your back, feeling your walls fluttering around, and you sighed his name on a moan. His arms curled around your waist, squeezing your sides, loving the feeling of your bodies, hot and needy, pressed together.  

“Mmmmfuck.” Katsuki pulled away just in time to see your crimson sanguine swaying out and away from his toothy grin. His pupils were so dark and wide that you could hardly see any of the red left in his iris. He was loving this.

“That’s it, baby.” He praised you, licking your cheek. He reached around his back to move your arms so they were around your neck. He groaned when he buried his girth to his hilt, making sure that you and him were as close possibly. “You’re all mine now, aren't cha? Mine-“He speared himself into you with each clipped word. “All. Fuckin’. Mine.”

“Fuck...yes, Katsuki,” you moaned, feeling a tight, aching coil inside of you as his large palms roved over your body. He squeezed your curves, kissed your chest, all the while sweltering inside of you.

“I knew I fuckin’ wanted you the moment I saw you hidin’ away from all those loser fishdicks bringing those mersluts trash just to get some tail,” he panted. “Thought you were sneaky, huh? Thought you wouldn’t be noticed?”

Katsuki pulled your hair, forcing you to face him head on. “Nah, couldn’t let a cutie like you slip away. Couldn’t let any other bottom feeder try to take you, neither. Fuck, you’re gonna be my perfect mate.”

Your inner walls quaked as he ran circles around your clit. “W-what is…?” You began to ask on a hard thrust that hit you perfectly. Your coil bursted and you convulsed around him, squealing as he rutted into you harder and faster. You clenched, again and again, as you pooled over and out with each of his world-ending thrusts, ecstasy completely enveloping your entire being.

“Oh, that feels fuckin’ great, princess,” he growled into your hair. “Good girl, cummin’ for me so soon like that. Fuck,” he rasped, “bite my neck before I fill you up, baby.” He leaned back a drew a finger ong his gills, indicating exactly where he wanted you. “Be my girl.”

You leaned up to drive your tongue up his neck. He shuddered at the contact, still fucking you relentlessly, dragging against your thickened walls. You bit down, hard enough to draw blood, to leave your mark, while you wove your fingers through his soft locks.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Is that what you want, princess? You wanna feel all of me?”

“Yes, gods yes!” You cried, bucking into him, needing more.

“Say my fuckin’ name, angelface. I wanna hear that sweet voice of yours.” He grunted, biting harshly into your shoulder, tail swishing, hips stuttering.

“Katsuki, please, give me your cum. I wanna feel you baby. Please! Please!

Katsuki came with a roar, lining your walls with his thick, hot cream. He buried his cock inside of you, emptying himself completely, still managing a few more languid thrusts as he planted sloppy kisses to your lips. He groaned into your mouth, loving the taste of your more than compliant tongue.

“Gods, that was-,” he exhaled, lifting himself off of you. He took your hand and guided you up with him, pushing your head into his chest. “-that was god damn hot. You’re gonna be a lot of fun, huh?”

You watched as he shook his two dicks, mesmerized by the residual pink and white swirl of the both of yours’ wash, before his members folded back into his pouch. You parted your lips on a question that didn’t come.

Katsuki snickered. “What?”

“Were they both-“ you festered down below his stomach-“inside of me?”

“Tch!  If I had both of my cocks buried in you, I promise you’d know it.” He rolled his eyes before kissing your forehead, suddenly all too familiar with you. “Why? That wasn’t enough for you? I can go again if you aren’t already full to the brim.”

“Oh no!” You glanced down, unsure. “I mean...I don’t know, I was just curious…”

Katsuki chuckled, tilting your chin up to bring you into a kiss. “You wouldn’t be able to handle it, princess.”

“You don’t know that,” you barked back, suddenly all too familiar with him. “I can handle fucking anything you throw at me!”

“Filthyy language, baby. You kiss octopi with that mouth?”

“Are you kidding me?!” You choked. “Hypocrite!”

“Man, you really are gonna be a lot of fun, aren’tcha? So easy to tease.”

“I was just curious!” You threw your hands up into the water and spun around, casting out a sardonic, “you’re incredible.”

Katsuki wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you back against his chest. “I know.” He kissed the back of your sore neck. “If you really think you can handle it, I sure as hell don’t mind findin’ out.” He brought both of his hands down to your stomach. “After we get you something to eat. You weren’t gonna catch that marlin all by yourself, anyway.”

“I was before you interrupted me,” you bit out, leaning into his touch.

“You think so?” You felt him grin against your skin. “Alright then, let’s find you a marlin and make a deal: if you can take it down all by yourself, I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t be able to swim straight—with both of my cocks.”

“The hell kinda deal is that-?!”

“And if you need my help-“ he continued-“you’re gonna hafta suck them both off.”

You snorted. “In which of these scenarios do I profit?”

“The one where you get a nice meal, a hot mate, and a nice kelp bed to lay in.” He shrugged.

“Kelp bed?” You turned your head at him, looking hopeful.

“You have such nice lips, I can’t wait to know how they feel wrapped around my cock.”

“Kelp bed?” You reiterated, shrugging him off, trying to figure out which direction that marlin swam off to. “Which scenario has a kelp bed in it?”

“Both of them, idiot. I’m not gonna let any mate of mine sleepin’ on some fuckin’ coral or whatever the hell you’ve been doin’ while tryna hide. Do we have a deal or not?”

“Dunno-“ you swam out farther, trying to be nonchalant about your new pursuit-“do you have said bed?”

“You’re really not sneaky,” he snarked, already swimming after you.

“Maybe not,” you laughed as soon as your eyes narrowed in on a giant fish, “but I am fast.”

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Hi, baby. Could you write something like harry is in zoom calls during quarantine and y/n goes into his office and starts to play with herself but H can't turn his camera off or reschedule the reunions, so he has to watch her rubbing herself meanwhile his whole crew is in the call.

56, 91, 103, 128, 143 (maybe with this prompts idk)

56. "It's so wet."

91. "It's funny, you think you're in control."

103. "You think you don't deserve to be punished for that?"

128. "Don't tempt me."

143. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop.

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You walked into his office and Harry looked up, scrunching his eyebrows together. He moved his mouse and clicked it, probably muting himself. “I’m really busy, love. Can you say or do whatever you were going to, later?”

“Not really.” He sighed and dragged his hand over his face.

“What is it then?” You grinned and walked over, leaning down so your mouth was at his ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you, came in here so I wouldn’t touch myself cause I know you’d be mad if I did.” He raised his eyebrows and turned to you.

“Don’t tempt me. You know I’m busy right now.” You nipped at his ear and he pushed you away. “M’camera’s on and I can’t turn it off, don’t do that. Can you just entertain yourself ‘till I’m done?”

“Entertain myself? I can definitely do that.” You sat on his desk and he furrowed his eyebrows slightly but looked back to his screen. You spread your legs apart and his eyes widened. You made sure you wore a skirt and no underwear for walking in his office.

He glared at you and brought his hands to the sides of your thighs, pressing them together. Thank god he was still muted. “You don’t wanna see? I think you do.” You spread your legs again and lifted your skirt up to your waist.

“You need to stop. Right now.” One of his crew said his name and he gave you a stern look before clicking unmute and starting to chat with them. You looked directly at him and moved two of your fingers into your mouth, sucking on them.

He looked at you for a second, taking in a deep breath before looking back at his computer and talking again. You moved your hand to your thigh and started to drag it up, stopping at your pussy and starting to rub your clit.

One of Harry’s hands came up and grabbed onto your thigh, squeezing it quite harshly. Probably a sign to stop but you were having too much fun. You heard his mouse click again and he’d stopped speaking.

“I told you to stop. You’re fucking in for it when this is over. Why don’t you listen to something I say for now and put those fingers in you.” You grinned and moved your hand down, moving two of your fingers into you. “Good girl. Finally listening to me. It’s so wet, innit?”

“Harry, are you talking to someone?” He quickly looked at the screen and unmuted himself again, giving you a warning look.

“Yeah yeah but I’m back now. You can keep talking.” He muted himself again and didn’t look back at you, just moving his hand up your thigh. You could tell he was trying his best not to smile ‘cause you could see his dimple slightly poking out, he was enjoying this.

“Move your hand away. Don’t worry, you’re still going to feel good.” You pouted and took your fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth and sucking on them. Harry’s hand tightened on your thigh and he swallowed, this was clearly affecting him a lot.

You watched his hand move up your thigh, stopping at your hip and just rubbing your hip with his thumb. “Harry...” He licked his lips and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing in soft and slow circles. “More, please.”

“Y’can wait. You don’t listen to me, y’can fucking wait.” At least he was touching you, you had to be thankful for that. He grabbed your ankle with his free hand and moved one of your legs onto the desk so that he could see what he was doing better.

He stopped his thumb and you threw your head back and whined. “Shut up and take what you’re getting.” He pushed half of his middle and ring finger into you then looked up at you. “Be good now.”

He moved his fingers further into you and shifted in his seat. He covered his mouth and looked back at his computer screen, listening to what his crew were saying but also focusing on you. “It’s so wet, you enjoy this?”

“I know you’re enjoying this, you can’t stay still.” He angled his fingers up and his eyes darkened.

“Doesn’t matter if I’m enjoying it, I know you are. Would love to put my tongue on you but I guess we’ll have to wait.”

“Harry?” He looked back to the screen and unmuted himself, slowly moving his fingers in you. “We’re done with the meeting now. Next one will won’t be long so don’t worry about that.”

He smiled and said goodbye before clicking off of the meeting and turning to you. “What the fuck was that?”

“You’re complaining, you’ve literally got your fingers in me right now.” He tilted his head and pulled his fingers out, standing up. He moved his hand to your chin and opened your lips with his thumb.

“Keep your mouth open.” He moved his hand away, holding his right hand up and starting to slide his middle and ring finger into your mouth. “You doing what you’re told now? What made you you think you could just come in and do that and you wouldn’t be in big trouble? It’s funny, you think you’re in control.”

You closed your lips around his fingers and looked up at him, sucking on the fingers in your mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. You’re in big fucking trouble.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

“You enjoyed it though, I shouldn’t be in trouble.” His eyebrows raised and he shook his head, grabbing your chin.

“You think you don’t deserve to be punished for that? You fucking deserve it and you know it.” He tilted your head up and leaned down. “You’ve been so fucking bad today, was gonna actually be sweet on you today but I can’t do that now.”

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Mark My Territory

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(Request:harry and y/n having yatch sex and blurry pap pics get out ***) + (request: Jealous possessive Harry angsty/angry smut !!! Plsss hehe thank you ❤️)

Warnings: face spitting, painal, dominant Harry, pain kink, humiliation kink, degrading talk, mentions of other fetishes and lots of hardcore brutal smut with an appetizer of angst

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Harry has always been depicted as a ‘womanizer’ , a lady killer and all other words for it, yet the people who actually have dated him know truly he’s a romantic. He isn’t a man who only flirts to get his cock sucked then leaves, he’s not a serial cheater or big ladies man. He’s truly a deeply caring, loving man and Y/n was lucky enough to be his and experience that. Yet she couldn’t deny, if Harry had one flaw within relationships it was his undeniable jealousy that could worm it’s way into his mind when he felt someone was getting a little too friendly with his girl. The man was protective and admittedly a bit possessive of his girlfriends, and while it could be appropriate at times it also could be a argument starter at other, however to y/n- angry, possessive Harry was more sexy than scary. Sometimes she may or may not bite back when he tells her who she belongs to, who’s boss and maybe, just maybe she does it to see him get riled up and take the extra step to show her that she belongs to him.

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Right now Y/n has found herself in possessive Harry’s fit, they were on a little get away vacation and currently on a Yacht sailing on Jamaican waters. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet tempers rose when Harry thought the man who delivered the booze for the bar was getting a bit too cheeky with his girl.

Y/n though didn’t really notice his behavior as flirty, so it wasn’t like she was reciprocating it in the slightest but she may or may not be pushing a few of Harry’s buttons to see him get all bossy and protective over her. usually that ends with good rough sex, sloppy, dirty and so fucking hot.

“Harry! It’s not a big fucking deal why are you so mad?! He’s not even here anymore! I didn’t pay attention it’s not like when he tried to get cheeky I whipped my tits out for him. God you’re being annoying.” She was putting her sassy bratty act on, one she knew often didn’t end well for her- or rather her windpipe and cervix- both of which typically end up bruised and sore from his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock purposely smashing into it just because he knows how bad it can hurt- and bad girls need to be punished. Sometimes punishment hurts.

“Don’t talk back to me Y/n. The dude was practically eye fucking you, and you didn’t stop it! And showing him your tits? Really? You mentioning exposing yourself, why? Were you thinkin’ about doing it? That top barely cover’s yeh so how do I know you weren’t tryin’ to sneak him an eye full when my back was turned?”  his tone was daring, deep and serious. He wasn’t playing around, he was like a dog protecting his territory. When he saw Y/n roll her eyes he marched towards her, his body towered over hers and his glare was threatening. The girl stood her ground though, wanting to see just how far she could push it.

“Oh shut up! You act like I dropped to my knees for that guy! Harry do you hear yourself? The man was like 70! If laying his eyes on a pretty young woman made his day, then I don’t care. It’s not like I was handing the geezer Viagra so he could get it up for me when you were in another room. Shut the fuck up already, I want to enjoy myself.”

She flipped him off before hopping into the pool, letting her entire body submerge to try and cool off her frustrated body. She didn’t have the patience for his tough guy act right now, he was being ridiculous.

When she made it back to the surface of the water she swam towards the railing on the side of the pool, leaning her body against the glass while she floated in the water, her peaceful swim was soon interrupted by a body forcing hers to turn around. Harry was standing in the pool, chest to chest with his girlfriend and he was not fucking happy with her. His eyebrows raised while he pinched her chin between his fore finger and thumb forcing her to look back at him.

“You think that little attitude you pulled back there was cute? Let me give yeh a little refresher since you seem to have forgotten important information.”

She then felt his free hand grope her left breast, roughly so the pain forced her to notice the area and pay attention to the body part-

“These tits, belong to me. No one else should be able to get a good view at them, it seems you’ve forgotten that. And this-“ the man brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hair harshly before continuing “- head, should only be thinking about my fucking cock. The thought of another guys prick, no matter if they’re an old creep like him, should never be inside that pretty little head of yours. You use that pretty brain to think about me. That pretty face is for me to look at, kiss, fuck and use as my cum rag. Or have you forgotten that as well?” when she only answered with big doe eyes getting into her submissive state under his spell of filth he took an opportunity to yank her locks yet again and raise an eyebrow. “You gonna answer me, or are you going to keep lookin’ at me like a brain dead whore that only I can make you?”  

A muted whimpered moan came from her mouth before she spoke, “Belong to you, I’m yours Harry.” Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry, words coming out a tad bit sandy which the man noticed. “Wha’s the matter? Throat gone dry? Yea?-“ Y/n nodded never letting their gazes part “-here, let me help.” He used the fingers latched on her chin to force her mouth open, collecting his saliva before spitting it directly into her mouth with a filthy aggressive ‘spat’ noise. He kept his gaze on his spit as he watched it slide down her throat seeing the muscles constrict when she swallowed it fully, a desperate whine coming out of her next.

“Still thirsty, love? Throat still dry? Open-“ she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and letting him project another collection of spit into her mouth before deciding to get filthy with her, dribbling little bits of spit on her still out tongue seeing some drip onto her chin which gave him another prompting to really make her feel dirty like her behavior was asking for, he pulled back closing her mouth for her and spat directly onto her face.

Y/n gasped a bit, of course her and Harry had done every dirty thing you can imagine. Vanilla was not in their vocabulary when it came to sex, they’d done everything from voyeurism and taboo roleplays to experimenting with knives and pee play, so this wasn’t the first time he’s spit on her face, she just wasn’t expecting it that time. Harry had watched as it started to roll from her nose and drip, her tongue darting back out of her mouth to collect the falling spit swallowing it greedily.

“I think you’re starting to remember how things work aren’t ya? You’re my little girl, you even drink from me don’t yeh? Let’s do some more refreshing, this right here-“ Harry’s large palm migrated to cup her bikini covered cunt giving it a harsh squeeze making sure to pinch her lips between his fingers for a little bit of pain added to the grip. “-this darling little cock sleeve, also is mine. I own your pussy, sweetheart. Now let’s hear you say it, go on use that little brain for m’”

Y/n was practically a puddle of mush at this point. She loved being roughed up, degraded and treated rather harshly during sex. She loved when he’d participate in that kink of hers since Harry himself thinks very highly of women, so he’s not often giving her the full ‘you’re a stupid fuck doll’ treatment. This was a treat for her, getting him so riled up he was being extra rough even verbally.

“I belong to Harry, my body is yours.” A needy whimper followed her words, hands holding onto his flexed biceps just needing to feel her man, his dominance amplifying her needy nature and submissive tendencies. The man cooed at her, giving her a little smile. “Good girl, now what else do yeh need to say to m’? hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad, I love you Hazzy” her lips puckered for a kiss, getting a few simple pecks from him as a reward yet she wanted more. Harry knew that fact, but he wasn’t going to cave that easily. She needed to really understand he wasn’t fucking around this time and those snotty comments about flashing herself and mentioned the old guys prick wouldn’t fly, not at all.

“I love you too, darling. I accept your apology, but you’re not off the hook yet. You were very naughty, you know better than to even mention another man getting to see what belongs to me. I don’t want to hear anything like the mess you said earlier, ever come from your mouth again. Understood?” Y/n quickly agreed, nodding her head with a ‘yes sir’ wondering where things would go from here.

“Good, now that we’re on the same page I think it’s time to move onto the consequences you’ll be facing for your behavior. Turn around.”

The girl did what she was told, the sun now starting to set as she pressed her front into the side of the pool both of their bodies still submerged in the water. She was wondering what was to come, the thrill of being outdoors already surging through her and the anticipation of whats next was killing her.

“You were awfully rude to me, petal. Not happy with yeh, so I think you’re going to get your ass fucked.”

Y/n felt her eyes go wide, she’d talked to Harry before about acceptable punishments and what she wants to receive depending on what she did. during that conversation she’d mentioned anal, but that was reserved for if she was really bad. So she knew she must have really fucking pissed him off. The girl chose anal as a severe punishment because she couldn’t come from it, and it was always painful for her but since she had a major pain kink she put it on the table of options after trying it with an ex and discovering how the sensation was a punishing one for her body.

Her head turned to look behind her, Harry flicking his eyes from the top of her spine down to where the water distorted the image of her bum. “You made me very upset, love. Hurt m’ feelings, acted like a bitch. I deserve to get off, you don’t. Goin’ ta’ use that tight little hole to teach you a lesson, and as my own personal masturbation tool for the evening. If you’re a good girl and don’t complain, I might make you feel good in the morning.”

The objectification while very much offensive in a normal setting, was unbelievably hot in this sexual one. She knew that cruel of dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but she loved it. She loved being treated like an object after she’d been bad. She enjoyed it when Harry would use her mouth like a masturbation toy while he watched porn, not even acknowledging her when she’d been a bad girl at other times. She loved when he’d humiliate her by having her hump her pillow in front of him, somehow able to control his body enough to stay soft while he watched her so the only thing she saw was his flaccid cock making her feel like a dirty girl who couldn’t get him up. It was all consensual and had been talked about. Of course she loved soft Harry too, the delicate slow way he’d lick her cunt, the loving thrusts and making love for hours on end. She loved every version of Harry in the bedroom, but right now she was getting dominant Harry and while she knew she was about to feel like she was being split in two by his cock ramming inside her ass, she was still going to love every surge of pain going through her lower half while he moaned filthy things into her ear. The fact she could get him to cum without herself getting pleasure was a strangely erotic thing for her.

Harry’s hands brought her back from her train of thought, his fingers making quick work of her bottoms letting them untie and float off somewhere in the pool whilst he turned his attention back to her body. His large palms groped at her ass, nails digging into the plump flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart every few gropes letting the cold pool water touch the opening, the sensation making her flinch slightly at first before she started getting used to the ripples of water touching a taboo place on her body.

She felt his chest press into her bare back, face tucking into her neck as he used his teeth to tug the ties of her bikini top undone, the fabric giving way to leave her completely bare in the water. She hopes to god there isn’t a group full of paps with night vision cameras up in trees or fucking hang gliding around the boat because she doesn’t think her mom would appreciate seeing her daughter in the tabloids getting railed by her boyfriend.

His damp hair tickled the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips resting on the shell of her ear while he spoke. “Don’t you dare scream, you know the safe word if yeh need to use it. Got it? No screaming, and don’t start the tears either. Be a big girl, not gonna go easy on ya’ this time princess.”

When she felt his tip start to push against her puckered hole she did everything she could to try and keep her body relaxed so it wouldn’t be nearly as much of a struggle. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her still while his other hand was gripping the tip of his cock using his knuckles to keep her ass pried open a bit to put himself inside the impossibly tight hole just begging to be torn to shreds.

Her jaw clenched with her fists as he managed to ease the tip of his cock through her puckered star, her anal muscles clamping down almost painfully tight on his cock while he gripped her hips and shoved her back on him burying himself so far inside the girl he swears his tip was banging into another organ inside the girls belly. A deep groan ripped its way through Harry’s throat, the sensation was overwhelming and the power he held in his dominant role made every fiber of his being feel like it had been ignited.

He swears he could feel the blood running through his veins, hear his eyes blinking and was hyper aware of every limb and appendage he had, his cock being the part of himself that was screaming with stimulation as he massaged himself with the inner muscles of his girl. Y/n wanted to feel ashamed at how she was getting off on the pain, not feeling anywhere close to cumming or real sexual stimulation that was pleasurable, but a mental erotic feeling. The knowledge that Harry was using her body to get off, and punish her at the same time made her mentally so turned on she knew she was adding the natural slick pouring from her peach into the water, she hopes chlorine can mask the scent of pussy juice and semen or else she’ll feel a bit sorry for the pool boy who might be fishing out the spillage of Harry’s cum into the water the next morning.

“Jesus H Christ baby, your little ass is so fuckin’ tight feel like yeh might rip my cock off…fuckin’ hell I’m close. Gonna bust so deep inside you ,you’ll be seeing parts of me coming out of you for days. My slutty little girl likes to be stuffed full of my cum doesn’t she?” Y/n moaned simply at his words alone, responding with a pitiful ‘yes sir, I love you’ to his accusation. “Aw, I know you do. Like when I use yeh like a cum rag, like to feel m’ spunk leakin out of yeh. You’re such a disgusting little girl, aren’t yeh?”

Y/n let out a pained grunt mixed with a titillated moan, nodding furiously at her boyfriends words.

“Yes! Yes I’m a nasty girl, only for you. Fuck Harry, I’m yours.” She sounded pathetic, utterly pitiful and dirty. And they both fucking loved it. Harry could feel himself nearing completion, his stamina becoming weaker and his body begging to spurt his seed into the girl and with a few more harsh thrusts leaving a lingering burn to her bottom he filled her bowel with hot, sticky ribbons of his cum.

Every bit of semen held inside his contracting balls was being unloaded into her beautiful quivering body, her nipples hard as rocks between his toying fingers and her stomach slightly distended with the pressure of his prick inside her. The sight was filthy, almost offensively so. Something you see only on the dirtiest if porn sites, ones only the most depraved kinky bastards go to, Y/n was his own little hardcore porn star in this pool and he’d never felt more primally turned on in his life.

He slowly removed himself from her, certain that without the barrier of water the exit would have made a delicious ‘pop’ when the tip of his meat finally retreated from the hole. Y/n was now catching her breath, legs shaking under the water from the forced stretch of her lower muscles her body trying to regain it’s composure as her boyfriend pulled his swim trunks back over his genitals and turned her to face him pressing her naked body into his.

“Think I can trust yeh not to be so bad anymore?” His voice was no longer as gruff, he was slowly turning back into his normal self. Y/n gave him a tired nod, kissing his butterfly and hugging him tight.

“Well lets hope for your sake I can, but for my sake I wouldn’t mind getting to abuse your ass again if yeh chose to misbehave like that again.”

[lonelyhobi]

Punishment

☆summary: maybe next time you’ll think twice before interrupting Master when he’s on the phone.

☆pairing: taehyung x reader

☆warnings: dom!taehyung, master kink, oral (M), cum swallowing, spit play, slapping, cock slapping

☆word count: 2.2k

A:N: This is what happens to Tae’s gf from “Put A Plug In It” as most of my work if not all this is dedicated to the lovely @scribblemetae​ I hope you love this as much as I love Hobi’s cu- <3

You had your mouth full of Masters cock. Lips tightly wrapped around his length that was pressed to the back of your throat. Your nose was pushed up against his neatly trimmed pubic hair and he gently stroked your hair out of the way. Admiring the way your mouth stretched around his cock he used his free hand to squish your cheek tightly around his cock.

“God Pet you’re so lucky you have the best Master filling up your slutty throat.” He looks at you with so much love and lust as he takes up all the space in your mouth. Your eyes had been full of tears, saliva and pre-cum staining your face in its entirety. Just a few moments before Master had buried himself in your mouth he had been painting your face in his arousal as he slapped his cock around your cheeks. 

“You love when Master feeds you his cock huh?” His hand had formed a makeshift ponytail as you nod as best as you can around his length. He pushed his hips up causing you to let out a sputtering choking sound however he wouldn’t let up. Simply chuckling at your distress and pleading eyes.

“Use your words Pet” he says with a smack of his hand to your cheek. You try your best to let out a ‘Yes master’ but as soon as a muffled sound makes its way out of your cock stretched lips he smirks before thrusting your head up and down his cock.

“Couldn’t hear you, guess Masters going to have to cum down your pretty throat instead of this pussy.” Reaching over he lands a smack to your ass that’s up as he continues to use your throat for what it's for, his own cocksleeve. His fingers slip under your skirts and trail down to your covered pussy. Running his fingers over your slit. He hums in joy at the wetness pooling out of you.

“Such a good whore for her Master.”

Vibrations come from his pants and you knew better than to stop your actions, especially when he continues to pound into your throat. He lets his phone go to voicemail another two times before he’s letting go of your hair and reaching for his pocket.

“Dammit Hobi hyung” he mutters out and you keep your pace on his cock not wanting to upset him as he takes the phone call. 

“What do you want Hobi hyung?! And you stop, Masters on the phone” he grumpily calls out pushing your head off of him. His hard cock pops out of your mouth leaving a vulgar trail of spit and precum leaking from your mouth. You rise up on your knees crossing your arms as you stare at your beautiful Master on the phone with his hyung, but also extremely curious as to why Hoseok called. You can’t hear what he’s saying but you figure it’s a better distraction than staring needily at his hard length teasing you.

“Is GF/N okay?” You hear Hoseok’s girlfriend's name come out of Master's mouth and you’re quickly clutching his arm in alarm at the possibility of something being wrong with her.  “What’s wrong?” you ask, voice horse from the vicious thrusting of his cock moments earlier.

Master turns to give you a look that has you closing your mouth immediately and keeping your hands to yourself but he can still sense the worry in your eyes over your friend. He shakes his head signalling that nothing serious has happened to Hobi’s girlfriend and continues his conversation as you wait patiently.

“Like what?” Master continues on with Hobi and you busy yourself with staring at his beautiful face and how his jaw moves with every word until your ears perk up.

“So you want to reward her?” You hear him question Hobi smirking while throwing you a glance. Knowing full well that if you wanted to be rewarded you’d have to stay on your best behavior. But he also knew you were incredibly nosy and wouldn’t miss the opportunity to get information on your best friends sex life or more importantly what Taehyung was going to suggest.

Master sees the look in your eyes followed by the way you’re hyper focused on his conversation and shakes his head. He didn’t care if you heard him on the phone but he would look for the smallest reason to punish you. He thrived off of seeing your pain mixed with tiny spurts of pleasure. You were everything to him, his perfect pet. 

But you were also too quick to obey him. It was part of your charm, no matter how hard the punishment you always took it with grace and without complaint. Just like a good little slut. His pet. One of the many reasons why adored you. You loved his rewards as much as you loved his punishments. 

Quickly standing up, Master tucks himself into his pants as he leaves your living room. He let his hand come out signaling for you to stay there and to not crawl behind him.

You sit there for a few moments thinking of the best plan of action. Part of you really wanted to be good for your Master, but the other part wanted to be a good friend and help out Hobi. You knew exactly what his girlfriend had been wanting to try but you knew she wouldn’t say it herself. Weighing the pros and cons of interrupting the call you figured since it was for Hoseok’s girlfriend maybe Master would be lenient? You knew he probably wouldn’t but it would be worth the spankings or the edging if it meant helping a friend.

When you walk to where Master is at you notice it’s your sex room. You weren’t allowed in there without his explicit permission so you found yourself questioning if this mission was worth it.

“Get a butt plug and make her wear it.” Hearing Master’s suggestion you cheer silently. Anal was something Hoseok’s girlfriend always wanted to try but hadn’t brought up to him. You wait a little to see if Hoseok bites on the idea.

“There’s different sizes hyung. But the bigger the better to get her ready for you, that way it won’t hurt as much you know?” Very true Master. You think to yourself fondly remembering the first time he shoved a butt plug in your ass. There wasn’t any more conversation going on behind the door and you were slightly worried Hoseok hadn’t been too keen on the idea. Taking a deep breath you reach for the door handle before taking a step inside.

Master was standing with his back to the door phone still in hand. Perfect. Running up you snatch it from his grasp shouting “Play with her ass!”. Taking the phone from your grasp Tae mute’s the call staring intently at the floor. “Get.out.” he says in the deepest one he could muster up. Eyes widening you realized you truly fucked up and definitely weren’t going to be fucked now.

You sat on the couch waiting for your Master to come out. Excitement and fear riddled your body as you thought of all the possibilities of pain and pleasure Master would be inflicting on you. His heavy footsteps made it to where you were as you looked at him. “Don’t look at me, you know what you did” averting your gaze to the floor you fidget with your hands nervously. 

“You disobeyed me pet. What rules did you break?”

“I-i went into Master's special room without permission.” He hums holding up one fingers nodding.

“What else?”

“I interrupted Master” you whimper out head hung low in shame.

“Mmm that’s two broken rules. So that will be two days that you go without cuming. You know how kind Master is in pleasing you, but from now on for 48 hours I want you in pain.” You can hear the smirk in his voice despite not being able to see them. “Oh and that means no touching yourself with those little hands of yours.”

“Now get on the floor, hands on knees, and close your eyes. You don’t get the pleasure of watching me fuck your throat, you insolent whore.” Quickly you scramble to the floor to do as he says. Your legs are tucked under your ass, hands on knees, and eyes closed. For a special touch you went ahead and opened your mouth. 

Chuckling at how fast and fuckable you look on the floor he pats your cheek a little too harshly twice before you hear the sound of his pants being unbuckled. Your mouth waters as you picture his fat cock springing out still hard from not getting to paint your throat earlier.

“Look at my bratty pet. So ready to be used by her Master huh?” Nodding eagerly you feel his cock smack against your cheek. “Stick your tongue out whore.” Doing so you feel his length slide into your mouth in one fluid motion. His cock is heavy and he pushes in as far as he can go, not giving you time to relax your jaw. The sounds coming from your mouth of struggle and the gags are music to his ears as he takes his pleasure from you.

“That’s a good slut, always hungry for my cock.” He grunts out as he thrusts rapidly into your mouth. You wish for nothing more than to open your eyes but you were certainly not trying to add a third day to your no cuming sentence. 

“God your mouth is sooo good, perfect little fuck hole” groaning he continues to fuck your mouth, heavy balls slapping under your chin when he grips your hair and pushes himself all the way. Your nose meeting his public hair once more as your throat spasm to accommodate him.

Pulling out of your mouth in one movement you’re tempted to open your eyes but you grip your thighs as hard as you can and try to regulate your breathing without coughing and upsetting your Master. 

“What does this say?” Master question as his fingers dance along the collar around your neck.

“Taehyung.” you answer with as much power as you can. To assure Master that his name is the only one you’ll ever want to claim you.

“Who do you belong to pet?” He asks again this time pulling on the collar tugging you forward. You felt his breath fan on your face and could feel him close to you.

“To you.”

Pulling harder on your collar you let out a choked squeal. “Who owns you pet.” he asks but this time it feels more like a demand for you to state a fact. And of course he already knew the answer.

“Master does” 

You couldn’t see it but his eyes always lit up when you verbally let him claim you. You would always be his beautiful pet. Snapping out of it Taehyung takes his rock hard cock into his hands and pushes himself into your mouth once again. 

“Ugh fuck open your eyes cock slut.” Quickly you look up to him and take in the appearance. His hands were gripping your cheeks as he thrusted madly into your mouth. Staring straight into his eyes you hear his cold demeanor shift for a second as he releases a moan. Taking his sign of pleasure you work your tongue around what you can as his length pistons in and out. You tighten the suction of your mouth and begin to bob your head with his movements. 

“You are perfect” he states looking straight into your eyes, and with every slip of his cock you feel the sincerity in his words.

His face quickens as he feels his high approaching. “Balls now” he calls out and slips himself from your mouth quickly fisting himself. You lean your head down to take his balls into your mouth sucking them as hard as you can to help your Master feel good.

“Fuck I have the best slut” he groans pumping his lenth quickly as you suck his balls. “Off.” 

And your back to looking at him obediently. Your hands have stayed on your lap and your mouth and chin are a mess of spit and his pre-cum. Taehyung can’t help but think this is the most beautiful you've ever looked. He continues to pump his length staring at you. “O-open” he growls and just as fast you obey and he lays his head flat as you close your lips around him.

His cum is fed to you in hot spurts as he moans, but you keep it all in your mouth once again not wanting to prolong your punishment.

Pulling out of your mouth he hums as he crouches to be level with you. “Show me” and you open to show off his seed in its rightful place, in you.

“Good whore, swallow it.” and you do so obediently. Your thighs pressed together provide him some relief but not the kind you’re longing for. Master notices your slight movement and chuckles. “Aw baby do you want to play?” and you think somehow me must’ve taken mercy on you and is going to let you cum. 

You thought is quickly shut down when that smirk overtakes his beautiful face and his hand comes to smack across your face. “Too bad you're a disrespectful brat.” he laughs before pinching your face between his fingers pressing your lips out. 

Smashing his lips into you roughly you try to relish the feeling of his mouth on yours but he’s quickly pulling away from you. Gathering all the saliva he spits into your opened mouth before giving you another pat and standing up.

“Well I have practice, see you later pet!”

[redsandroses]

The Vibrator Incident

Warnings: smut, fingering, use of vibrators, public sex (yes at school)

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader  

Word count:2k

You loved your biology class. It wasn't early in the morning, you liked learning about nature but most importantly you had a statue called Chan, sitting right in front of you. Every wednesday and friday for the last three months, you put on your best look and went into class with the need of seeing him and finally maybe one day him doing some dirty with you somewhere.

If you had to describe Chan, he was the perfect boy one could ever imagine. He was good looking- in fact a bit too much good looking- he was such a sweetheart, he helped everyone he could, he was in the popular group but didn't really hang out with them that much- he hated the way they treated others sometimes- So basically he was an angel but in the body of a devil. He would mostly wore hoodies when it's not too hot but some days he would wear tshirts that showed how perfect his body was. Not to mention his fine looking ass in every pant he wore. So yeah it wouldn't be wrong if you said you were falling for this guy here.

Oh and his perfume was the best scent you've ever came across to. You were going to class early just so when he comes, you can smell his freshly sprayed perfume. And today was no different than the others but you were up to something today. Last week you bought a vibrator that you could plug in and go around with it. It had a small controller which helped with the intensity. You were loving this new toy of yours. Ever since you got it, you imagined Chan humming on your pussy while eating you out and making that vibration, while using it. What a dream...

You decided to have the vibrator in you for a day, just for fun. It's not like you were going to do anything with it. So before classes start, you put the vibrator in you and put the controller in your pencil case. It only made you feel full but you got used to it after a while.

Today was presentation day in bio and your teacher always left during those. So you could drool over Chan comfortably. You wore a skirt that once you saw him checking you out while you were wearing those. You knew he liked them. They were a bit short according to school rules but still in between them so that was okay. And who cared, if you were comfortable in them.

The first hour was so boring that at one point you fell asleep and woke up when Chan put his arm onto your desk. He accidentally hit your arm and you fake cried. He kissed his hand and put it on your arm "there, now it's gone, don't be a crybaby" he laughed. The way he said it with his accent and lowered voice made you feel hot. And suddenly you remembered the vibrator in you. You wondered what he would think if he knew about it.

Then in the second hour, it was Chan's turn to present. He got up, looking like a greek god with his toned body covered with a black shirt, he unbottoned the first two buttons like he was dedicated to kill you. And his ass on the his black jeans was a sight to see. While he was doing his presentation, you tried to focus on what he was talking about but it was impossible with that dirty mind of yours. Your teacher left a while ago and nearly all of your classmates were sleeping. He was only going on because you and a couple of others were listening. So you thought it would be a good idea to turn on the vibrator in you, just to see how it felt while looking at Chan.

The second you pushed the button, you almost screamed. It was too good of a feeling. Then you just closd your eyes and imagined him on top of you, pounding in you. Time to time you opened your eyes and looked around to see if anyone noticed because you didn't want anyone to find out. Just the risk felt good.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise Chan was coming closer to you. You were biting on your fingers to mute the sounds you were dying to let out. He was looking for his pen that he dropped a minute ago. "I think I'll leave it where it is and go back to my presentation." he said after a while.

And he stopped talking and moving for a moment. He was now next to you, on the ground.

You came back to reality when you heard Chan gasp. "I- um okay so I think um I think I will stop my presentation here um yeah so thank you for listening and um yeah" he was flustered. His hand were on his crotch and you immediately understood he found out what was going on. And you felt a bit embarrassed but you were also smirking cause of the effect. "Bingo" you thought. Chan collected his stuff and came back to his chair, and he put his head onto his desk. A minute later he gave you a piece of paper. It said:

"you be a good one and stay on your seat after everyone leaves and I will give you the pleasure you so desperately need <3

                                                                                soon to be your daddy"

You could feel your face heating up. That was exactly what you wanted but now that it was going to happen you were kind of anxious. "Whatever" you thought, "I already used a vibrator during class so he might as well fuck me here too." The minutes were passing really slow and you fell asleep with other's boring presentations.

You were so deep in your sleep that you didn't even hear the bell. But you woke up to something much better. Chan was sitting on his desk with the controller on his hand, switching the buttons. "Mmmh- ah fuck" you jumped on your chair. "Hello there slut." he said smirking. You hid your face with your hands but he reached to your face and made you look at him. "Now is no time to be shy baby, you were already getting off to me making a presentation about trees. How is this more embarrassing?" You didn't know what to say, he was right.

"Now tell me what were you planning on when you come to school with a fucking vibrator in you, hm?" "I- I was j-just trying to s-see how it would feel, i-if I had it in for the whole day." "Oh I see, baby likes feeling full huh?" You nodded as you looked down to your legs. "Look up babygirl, I have something better that can make feel you more than full." he said, taking your hands to his belt. then he stopped. "You want this right?" he asked. You nodded. "Use your word baby, I need to hear it." "Yes, yes I want it. I need it please." "Good girl. Now help me get rid of these." You took his belt off and unzip his pants. As you were taking of his boxers he stopped you. "Patient there. First you, get on the desk now I'm gonna lock the door. We wouldn't want anyone to find out what a slut you are." You got on the desk as he said and watched him go lock the door. Fuck, did his ass looked thick in those boxers. You were drooling at this point. You needed him. "Okay now, open your pretty legs." You slowly opened them but still were shy. He slapped tour thigh. "You think we have the whole day here sweetie? Come on don't be shy, I'm your daddy now." He sat down on a chair and got between your legs. He licked your thighs and finally came in touch with your pussy. You bit onto your hand to silence yourself. "Good girl, don't make any noise now. If you do, I'll go and take this vibrator with me too." "Nooo don't do that please I'll be quiet."

"Now you have to" he said as took off your underwear and filled your mouth with it. He was now teasing your clit with his finger, making you clench around the vibrator in you. He saw that and took the vibrator out slowly, making you clench around nothing this time. "You are only allowed to clench on my dick." He was now pushing two fingers in you. "You got this wet for me?" he looked at you in awe. "Cute." "Daddy, please fuck me now. I can't take this emptiness anymore." you said muffled. "Don't talk while your mouth is full babygirl and I will do-" he took his boxer off and gave himself a few strokes, then pushed his tip in "-just that now" you rolled your eyes back, even with only his tip in, you were satisfied. "More." He put his hands onto the desk and got you caged there. And he pushed all of him in with a groan "Fuck- how are you this tight." You let out a muffled scream, eyes watering a little. When he saw that, he stopped and caressed your face, took the underwear out of your mouth "should I stop? Is this hurting too much. I will stop, just say the words." You shook your head no. "You have to say it baby." he said. "No, please don't ever stop. I'll adjust in a second, just move slowly for now." you said. He wiped the tears of your face and made a soft move. He was going really slow this time not to hurt you but you needed more. "It's okay Chan you can go harder now." His eyes lit up. "Okay but I won't go full for now. I don't want to hurt you. Maybe next time with more foreplay." He took himself out and pushed back in. You could swear you were seeing stars. His girthy and just the perfect length cock was doing wonders in you. Reaching to places no one has ever reached before.

And he found the right spot like he knew where it was before. You were clenching around him, needing a release. "Stop- clenching- this much. I won't be able to- hold it in." he said, thrusting with every word. "Come in me Channie." you said. He stopped. "Was that my name baby?" he lifted an eyebrow. You closed your mouth, looking at him with puppy eyes "n-no. I'm sorry daddy." He pushed your hand and put his fingers in your mouth, started thrusting again. "Good girls know what they need to say. But I see, you are not one." You couldn't answer, you were so close. "I know- but please I won't do it again. I want to cum. Please make me cum all over your cock daddy." "Oh I will baby." he took his fingers out and took your spit with them and reached to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." he said with a deep thrust. "Aaah- f-fuck fuck mmmh" the orgasm he gave you, was different than the others. You felt all your muscles relax and shaking meanwhile. But he kept thrusting. "Can daddy cum in you baby. I'm close." "Yes daddy, yes come in me. I wanna hold your cum in." your eyes were watering again, overstimulation being too much. He came after a few more thrusts. You immediately closed your legs after he pulled himself out. "I wanna keep it in daddy, can I?" He was now sitting on a chair, trying to catch his breath. "Maybe next time baby, not at school. I want baby to be clean, so let me grab a tissue." he reached to his backpack and took out some tissues. First he cleaned himself and got dressed. Then he came to you and cleaned you gently. With every touch your body was jolting, still sensitive from the orgasm.

After he cleaned you and helped you get dressed, he kissed you on your forehead "thank you y/n, I was waiting for this for a long time now. And today with this skirt and the vibration thing, I knew you wanted it too."

"No thank you Chan. I've been waiting this since the first day I saw you and you were amazing." you pecked his lips. "Now we should go but maybe I can come to your home tonight and we can 'study'?" he laughed. "Yes Chan we should do that, I missed most of your presentation." "Ah yeah you were being a slut, how did I forget that part?" you raised your arms “Okay okay, I’m guilty I know.” he chuckled “I can’t wait to hold those arms there while I fuck you tonight.”

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Luba x Reader Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

A/N: I’m a simp for Luba in the best and worst ways possible. Like, they really could’ve been talking and smoking the whole movie and I would pay money to watch it. This is how I find my peace. Enjoy.

Warnings: smut, angst, spoilers to Mute, food mention

Luba is one of the most sarcastic people out there. They doesn’t give a shit who hears what they have to say.

That’s exactly why when you ran into them at the clerb, you were blushing furiously at his words.

“Honey, what are you doing in a place like this when you could simply be eating my ass? Or sucking my dick. Letting me eat your pussy. Or just fucking you raw.” they asked, leaning against your booth.

Yeah, um, you were hooked from the start to say the least.

Luba isn’t lazy per se, but don’t let this fucker in your kitchen, alright.

“Honey, I smell something burning, LUBA WHAT IS THAT?”

“Dinner, but the pasta isn’t cooking too well, maybe I should’ve added water.”

Yeah, you’ve had to throw out quite a few pots and pans (hehe) due to their lack of cooking skills.

Luba’s very sensitive, even though they seem to tough on the outside.

When they found out Naadirah died, you found them on the ground, sobbing, just in shambles.

Even though they split on a pretty rocky start, they blame themselves for her death, and every year as the anniversary passes, they take the day off to cry on the couch for the most part.

Luba sleeps starkers and there’s nothing you can do to change it.

The first time you slept over at their place, of course he put on boxers barely covering anything, but that’s not the point. You showed up at night once and they were wiping their eyes, and you had to keep your eyes from drifting down.

“Wait, you sleep naked, Lubie?” you ask, coming into their house, staring at your feet.

“Of fucking course, it’s a habit. Come on in, I’ll try not to let any of my pubes get on your robe.

Luba has to work late most nights due to the parlor, and the club. They come home close to 12 most times, worse days are 2 in the morning. You wake up every now and then to them starting a shower, clothes shed in the corner, gone straight into the wash.

They cuddle up to you, hips pressed against yours, hair washed out, blonde curls brushing against your shoulders.

Now, Luba’s a very expressive character, especially when it comes to sex. Whenever they have a new idea, or are horny, they’ll let you know, and it’s not subtle.

You were once sitting on the couch when he stormed through the door and made a simple, but lustful request.

“I need you to get the strap-on and fuck me until I can’t fucking walk, you know the drill.” they purred, stripping their pants off, feet pattering to your bedroom.

Luba’s also quite loud, no matter how much they try. You once had them right under you, purely squirming from your touch. Their dick fell from your mouth, and right as you gargled him, a shot of cum fell across your eyes, their feet crossed behind your back.

Screams echoed across the apartment when you bit their thigh, as the one rule for the night was to keep it in. No matter what. Not even the ball gag, harness, or wrist restraints could keep them quiet. But no matter, more fun for you. You kissed up their thigh, each rewarded by a beautiful whimper, their legs brushing up your shoulders. You hopped on top ( I wanna ride-) and with spit as lubrication, quite unsafe, you slid down, ass brushing right against their knees.

Their eyes rolled back, and as you went back up, leaning over to kiss their chest, their balls clenched again, and the next thing you knew, your pussy was dripping above their face, waiting for the cum to be eaten out of it.

If Luba gets horny enough, they’ll sit right in front of you, no matter where you are, and sit on your lap, grinding against your pussy. You grabbed their chest, fake as it may be, and you kissed their neck, sliding the red dress straps over their strong shoulders.

On more than one occasion, Luba’ll wake up and just eat you out, simply because they want to, not even a thought before that. If they want pussy, they’ll get it. However, unfortunately, they’ve found blood in their wake, having to wake several more days before they get their fix. You just stare at them, giggling at their disappointed expression. He lets you make it up though, as he was fixing you tea, and you snuck up behind him, grinding against their ass, almost spilling both the chamomile and their seed in the process.

As well as that, way more than one time, you’ve found Luba masturbating on your side of the bed, a pair of your panties stuffed in their mouth, moans slipping, even through the fabric.

“God, you’re so wet for me.” Luba said, fingers sliding between your folds.

“Lube, that’s not arousal, that’s discharge, learn the difference before you’re eating clam chowder.” you said, giggling at their confused expression, but gasping as their mouth met your clitoris, licking above the source of your wetness.

Oh, Luba gives fucking amazing head. If it’s not their fingers in your pussy, their head is resting on it, nose swiping back and forth, trying to get you aroused for him.

Luba’s a massive switch, it’s not even funny sometimes, they can be grinding against you in the parlor, hidden from everyone, but as soon as your hand caresses their ass, it’s a wrap. They’ll wiggle against your touch, hitching your leg on their thigh, letting you get off on them.

When you wake up in the morning, and not to Luba’s private kisses or cuddles, you head to the kitchen, and throw together breakfast. It’s something you can do for the both of you, the simple things. He sneaks from behind you, wearing one of your skirts, arms wrapping around your waist, head tucking into your neck, nose cold against your skin. you giggle, and eventually finish the meal, and Luba was being extra clingy, as per usual when they had a rough night.

After you two ate, and you placed the dishes in the dishwasher, now working, it hadn’t been since The Incident (tm). You threw a bath together for them, and let them soak in it. You washed their hair, making sure to get the rest of the hairspray and gel out. You scratched against their scalp, and they moaned out a quiet one, and you smiled at their reaction. They slumped against the tub, and you had to keep them from falling back asleep.

You finished, and had to practically carry them to bed, and they began snoring almost immediately, but made grabby hands as you left. You smiled once again, and slid under the covers with them, sleeping the day away, nowhere better to be.

They’re a very loving partner, and are always there for you, as you for them

[hoodoo12]

Ménage (5/13ish)

NSFW, smut, unexpected visitor, long chapter

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It was odd to see someone else in her bed, but God, was it nice. When he was settled, she crawled up into the bed, straddling his hips, his cock trapped between the slick heat of her cunt and his stomach. Her breath caught as her hips gave an experimental roll, her hands braced on his chest, her hazel pinned to his amber. With a bit of adjusting, her hand wrapped around him, holding him at her entrance and slipping him inside.

"Oh fuck," she cursed lowly, her walls stretching to accommodate him, wishing she had pushed more than just one finger into herself earlier. It didn't hurt, but there was a burning that bordered on uncomfortable. Slowly, adjusting with each rock of her hips, she edged him all the way inside, nearly whimpering in pleasure at the sensation of being so full of him. "Shit, you feel so good . . . "

Watching a woman crawl up him was a sight he'd never tire of. Holding on to her thighs, his cock in her hand while she was up on her knees hovering above him was another snapshot saved in his mind's eye, but that mental camera began short-circuiting out as she settled lowly down onto him and his cock eased into the tight heat of her pussy.

"Easy baby," he cooed, seeing a flicker of uncertainty and possible discomfort on her face. "Just go slow, it feels so good, your pussy feels so good--fuck, do you realize how fucking amazing you look? How'd I get so lucky? Oh fuck--"

He had to close his eyes for a moment as her pelvis met his. She knew that the grip of her pussy and the clench and release of it around his cock was going to be enough to make him come right now, didn't she? He had to concentrate on something else, or he was going to explode right in her, and coming before she was even fully comfortable was going to be both disappointing for her and embarrassing for him.

Still, he cranked open his eyes to look up at her again. She looked like a true siren now, superior on him, her hair falling over her tits, her lips shiny and parted with the most enticing moan escaping her.

He reached up and gave one nipple a pinch before stretching further to push some of her hair away from her cheek.

"Molly, baby," he said, a bit of a needy whine flavoring his words, "when you're ready, when you feel comfortable, I want you to fuck me."

The added stimulation of his deft fingers pinching her nipple made her hiss between her teeth, able to feel the sudden tense of her inner walls around him. He was cooler than her, but warmed quickly, so thick and pressing deliciously against her insides. The need in his voice didn’t escape her, and neither did the way his eyes threw sparks, so intense and burning Molly swore she could almost see the amber flickering, like flames behind tempered glass.

It didn't take long for the burning to subside, and she grinned, leaning over him as her hips rolled, the movement so natural.

"Like this?"

He was transparent as glass, his moans rewarding her efforts. Her lips found his, starting with a languid pace; there was no need to rush this.

The tips of her hair tickled his chest and cheeks as she leaned over him, taking his hand and pressing it into the mattress beside his head, her fingers laced with his. Her tongue and hips rolled in synchronization, lazy and indulgent.

"You feel amazing," she whispered against his lips.

"You're a fucking goddess," Beetlejuice groaned, before her mouth pressed on his.

Her movements were slow and steady, just as he'd suggested, as she got used to the feeling of a cock inside her. She held still when she'd taken him in completely, then rose up by just using her core until he hissed with worry that he'd slip out  of her and lose that delicious wet heat of her pussy.

He wanted fast and hard, that's what he'd come to expect the rare times he was called. This was more deliberate, more sensual, and by god or satan it was more than he thought he could take.

His hand rested on the words cosnaíonn na haingil inked into her thigh, squeezing in time with her gentle thrusting. It amused him that a demon like him was fucking such a woman as her. Where were her angels now?

She liked kissing while she moved. It was good he didn't need to breathe; he was able to suck at her tongue and softly nip at her lower lip that she'd broken open twice in his presence tonight.

Not being able to use his mouth didn't stop him from whispering to her,

"You're a succubus, babydoll--your cunt is so tight and sweet, it feels so good around my cock, fuck-fuck-fuck me, oh fuck--"

Bliss surged through him, and suddenly he was teetering over the edge of an orgasm.

His hand tightened exponentially on her leg and he extracted his mouth from hers.

"Stop-stop! I'm gonna come--baby, stop, please--!"

Her lips curled in a smile against his at the praise, her thigh nearly buzzing under his palm, as if the words of her tattoo were vibrating beneath her skin. It all felt so good, so gentle and slow, as if nothing in the world existed but the two of them. Even the slight pain of his teeth scraping the open spot on her lip seemed muted, just a dash of salt against the sweet.

Even with his lips glued to hers, he whispered in her ear; she was practically able to feel his tickling breath. Every word he spoke sent a frisson of heat down her spine, her hand tightening around his, and she almost didn't register the way his fingers squeezed her thigh, sinking into her flesh. Then his lips tore away from her, practically begged her to stop, and she did, practically screeching to a halt as she stilled over him, afraid she had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, are you okay?" Her hand cupped his cheek, studying his face as if looking for signs of anger. "Do you need me to get off of you?"

He gritted his teeth and lay as still as possible under her, even though his instinct was to keep going, keep that sweet friction mounting. He wanted to rut into her, he wanted to let the rush of pleasure consume him.

He also wanted to let all this linger. A soft bed and a gorgeous woman atop him was more than he'd had in a long time, and in the back of his mind, a twittering voice reminded him she was going to send him away once she used him.

"No, I'm good, I'm good," he groaned tightly. "I don't want you to get off me--I mean, I want you to get off, but not, you know? I just . . . fuck . . . I was just going to come and . . . I needed a break."

He managed to open his eyes again to hers.

"You're too good, baby," he praised. "I don't want to come in you if you don't want, and I want you to feel good. So tell me what you want."

It calmed her a bit when he assured her he wasn't upset or in pain, and she settled down on his chest, trying to keep her lower half as still as possible.

"Take as much time as you need, honey, I'm in no rush." The backs of her fingers strummed against his cheek, kiss-swollen lips curled in a cheeky smile. "It’s nice to know it’s that good for you and that I'm not some boring virgin."

For a moment, she gave his request thought, idly stroking her fingers through his hair.

"I think I want you to come inside of me. I got an IUD put in a few years ago, so you shouldn't be able to knock me up. Can you knock me up?"

He didn't actually have an answer to her question, but with an IUD, there was no chance of finding out anyway. He was grateful she stopped and let him have a moment, and after the pleasure had slowed to a constant buzz instead of one ratcheting higher and higher, he gave her a smile.

Her hair bounced as she shook her head, getting easily distracted from the task at hand.

"Let me know when you're ready for me to start again, sugar. I love how you feel inside me, it's so fucking good . . ." Still lying over his chest, her lips pressed to the hollow of his throat, lazily trailing up his neck. "I'd really like for you to play with my tits a little, honey."

Molly sat up a bit, giving him better access to her chest, her hands reaching to grab his and place them just above her breasts.

He liked the new position she'd taken, sitting up. It angled him differently inside her, and showcased her tits. He reached to them, cupping them as she asked, before rolling each nipple to hard peaks between his thumb and first finger.

"I don't know how long I'll last, baby, but fuck me again, like you were," he asked. "Roll your hips--it's fucking divine."

Although she'd asked, he let one tit go. Her more upright position gave him a new opportunity, and he licked his fingertips, and slipped them to her clit.

While she missed being close enough to kiss him, sitting up with one hand braced behind her on his thigh had its advantages, one being a shift in angle that let the head of his cock rub against her g-spot, and she let out a near purr at the sensation, his fingertips plucking her nipples.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, that first roll of her hips making stars shoot across her vision, quickly resuming her earlier pace.  

Molly was nearly disappointed when one of his hands dropped from her chest, but at the sight of his tongue dragging across his fingertips and the slick rub of them against her clit, she keened, head thrown back in pleasure.

"Shit, oh, right there, sweetheart, right fucking there."

Her hips swiveled, pivoting over his, kittenish mewls of pleasure filling the air. Warmth pooled low in her pelvis, rising and rising, the breath stolen out of her lungs.

"Beej, fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna come . . ."

There were many things to concentrate on: her heavy breast in one hand, rubbing with increasing intensity the nub of her clit, her back arching as she rocked over him, her voice alternating between praise and moans. All that, plus the hot friction she created as she fucked him made the pleasure burst in his gut. He had no reserves to talk to her.

He'd have held out longer--he wanted to hold out longer!--but her pussy was too tight for him to resist. With an entire tensing of his middle and legs, he pushed up into her and groaned through clenched teeth as he came.

His body tensed, arched, and he groaned deep as something burst within her, her walls coated with sticky release. The sound of his orgasm alone was enough to tip her into hers, but experiencing firsthand the warm spurts of his cock inside her wrenched a near scream from her, bearing down hard as her orgasm slammed into her. Taut as a wire, her entire body shook, clenched, then released as the blinding pleasure faded, leaving her draped limp and trembling over his chest.

She didn't want to move, didn't want to slide him out of her, and she never dreamed she'd like the feeling of their combined fluids leaking out around him.

"Holy shit," she muttered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself close to him, needing that contact, desperate to feel grounded. "Did the Earth move? I think the Earth moved."

The sensation of her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock kept pleasure rippling through him. Watching her come apart, her body arched above him in a beautiful display of ecstasy made him smile and groan at the same time.

When  she collapsed on his chest, he pushed the hair off her sweaty forehead and cheeks and kissed her at her hairline. The heat of her soaked into his bones, and he felt sated.

He chuckled at her awe.

"That was all you, babydoll," he told her. "I didn't do much of anything. But--"

He paused to cup her chin and have her look at him.

"--that doesn't mean I can't. You want some more, beautiful? Or would you just prefer to relax and sleep after the workout you just had?"

The gentle kiss just below her hairline made her scalp prickle, and she smiled, her embrace tightening a fraction. Pleasure and passion aside, this was what she wanted most from sex. The afterglow. The calming of hurried breath and gentle kisses pressed to sweaty skin, lying tangled and satisfied.

He grabbed her chin, his voice low, nearly a purr as he asked to go again, asked if she'd like to go again. Molly smiled, nodding as best she could with her chin in his grasp.

"More, definitely. We can sleep later."

He grinned and lifted his head so he could stretch towards her and kiss her.

"That's my good girl. Now, I want to taste your pussy properly. Lay back, and get comfortable."

By now, she was expecting his kiss to send a shiver of warmth through her, gentle and sweet. What she was not expecting was the searing heat that spread across her cheeks and pooled in her belly when he called her his good girl. This was certainly a night of discovery.

She did as he instructed, slipping off of him to lie down in her bed, propping herself up on a mountain of pillows and settling in, hair falling across the pillow around her head. She couldn't tell where the residual trembling from her first orgasm stopped and the anticipatory shaking to feel his mouth on her began.

He loved that she was so uninhibited that she simply agreed to his request. She lounged before him like this was what she deserved, and by gods, she did.

Similar to what she'd graced him with earlier, he righted himself and crawled towards her on all fours to settle between her spread thighs. Her hands reached for him and he allowed her to grab him by the scruff on his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss, but he ached to have his tongue between a different set of lips so he shook her off and grinned up at her as he sunk to his chest on the mattress.

There was wet smeared between her inner thighs and he spent a moment licking it off one, then the other, before looking up her body at her. With a raised eyebrow and a smirk, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and dragged his tongue through her folds.

The combined taste of her and his come that had leaked out of her made him groan in appreciation, and he licked her again, and again, coating his tongue, lips and chin in the flavor.

The kiss was grounding, a brief touch of lips to lips before he ventured down her body, the sight of him on all fours above her igniting some long-buried primal instinct to spread herself prone for him.

The brush of his tongue, soft as could be, on her inner thighs, made her shiver and whimper longingly, his mouth so close to where she wanted it. His gaze burned up at her, mouth open and grinning when he finally--finally!--licked through her folds.

Her hands slid into his hair, not pulling or guiding just yet, needing to touch some part of him while his devilish tongue lapped up the pool of their combined fluids. Her hips arched instinctively toward his mouth, seeking pleasure, seeking him, lifting one leg to rest over his shoulder.

"Oh god, Beej, fuck . . . "

Her moans, her hands in his hair, and her lifting a leg to allow him more access was all the permission he needed. He'd let her fuck her as slow and deliberate as she wanted or needed, but now--

He shoved his face into her pussy harder, the tip of his tongue slipping upwards to find her clit in her folds. He lapped softly at the bundle of nerves, then nuzzled in further to capture it between his lips to apply a little more pressure to it.

As he did, he lifted himself up just a little so one arm could fit between his chest and the mattress, and with no resistance in her at all, he dipped two fingers back into her, knuckle deep.

Tossing his voice near her ear while his mouth was occupied, he whispered,

"Is two good, baby girl? Or would three fingers fill you up better?"

There was no slow, easy pace now, no easing her into it; her fingers tightened in his hair, somehow feeling both overwhelmed and desperate for more as his tongue lapped over her clit, his stubble scratching deliciously at her thighs and tickling her folds. Her body writhed underneath him--she couldn't help it, left sensitive from her last orgasm, it simply felt too good to stay still.

"Three," she whispered, trying not to tug too hard on his hair as he buried himself deeper between her thighs.

She was quickly falling in love with the feeling of him filling her up, stretching her, rubbing along her inner walls, and she rolled her hips up as if to beckon him deeper, inviting another finger.

"Please, please, honey, please."

"Three it is, baby," Beetlejuice chuckled in her ear, and slipped the requested digit into her. Her wet and his residual come made a passable lube.

It made her pussy that much tighter and he crooked his fingers slightly, dragging them, pads up, along her inner walls until he found a spot that made her buck just a little bit harder against him. He kept them there, and applied steady pressure.

Her hands in his hair and their insistence he bury his face as far into her pussy as possible made him smile, and he sucked and lavished attention on her clit. He moaned too, caught up in her pushing against him, her moans, her obvious pleasure.

He was going to drive her absolutely crazy, his fingers three wide and slipping into her without a single ounce of resistance, as if her body were welcoming him home. Molly expected him to drive his fingers mercilessly into her, but they bent, pressing against that spot that made her toes curl, and remained there, maddeningly still. She bucked up into his mouth, rolled against his fingers, slivers of green just barely visible above the startling whites of her eyes.

A string of curses left her, muttered in an unbroken babble as he worried her clit with his mouth, alternating between licks, sucks, and nibbles. There was no question whether or not he was enjoying himself as well; she could feel as well as hear each moan he uttered against her, the sound seemingly transmitted along her flesh. Had he broken free to breathe once?

Her orgasm hit her without warning; she couldn’t have held it off if she’d tried, and she had no breath to notify him. Her throat locked in a silent scream, not a single sound escaping her as her body jack-knifed, sitting straight up as her thighs clamped around his head. Everything except the continuing press of his fingers and the ceaseless lapping of his tongue was erased; sounds were muted, the world around her dissolving into blurs of faded color. At last she collapsed against the bed, shaking all over, breasts heaving as she panted, hair an absolute mess as it fanned across the pillows.

The sharp movements of her body could've dislodged him, but he held himself pressed in tight with his free hand wrapped under her thigh. Her voice, once so full of dirty words, gasps and moans, was gone, and her thighs suddenly locked around his head, keeping exactly where he was, exactly where he wanted to be.

He continued to move his tongue softly against her clit as her pussy clenched his fingers, and only when the muscles slowed their rhythmic contractions and she was able to loosen her legs did he slip his digits out of her. There was a small pool of her wet in his palm, and he grinned as he gave her one last quick kiss on her clit.

As he pushed himself back into an upright position with her splayed before him, he licked his hand clean of her, even though his scruff was wet with it too.

"Sorry. Made a mess of your blanket, baby girl," he said. "Should've put a towel down. What I'm not sorry for, however, is spoiling you for any breathers. Unlike yours truly, they're gonna have to take a breath every once in a while."

What goes up must come down, and so she did, the world fading back into focus around her. His voice was soothing, though it took a couple of seconds to actually process what he was saying; she was too focused on his tongue lapping her slick off his hand like the juices of an exotic fruit.

She smiled, shaking her head. "I'll throw them in the wash when I can use my legs again. Christ, you're good at that."

Her hands opened and closed as she reached for him, like a toddler demanding her favorite toy, and pulled him down to lie on top of her, his head on her chest. She'd get up and change the sheets eventually, but she wanted this first, wanted his weight and his accumulated warmth to ground her weightless soul to her body.

"Ironic, when a demon's mouth makes you see God. Someone call Alanis Morissette." Her hands stroked through his hair as she laughed breathlessly, indulging in another's presence while it lasted.

He gave her a lopsided smirk at her praise, and didn't let himself preen too much. She'd admitted she didn't have experience, after all.

After a little bit of silence, letting her breath and heart rate go back to normal, she looked down at him, her fingers still petting his hair, which was somehow more tousled and wild than before.

"Do you need clothes to sleep in, honey? I might have some some sweats that could fit you."

He fully accepted her pulling him back onto her chest. It was his favorite bit afterward, listening to a breather's heart work, and lungs fill expand and contract, and even gut noises, if his ear was on someone's belly. It soothed him. There was nothing but stillness inside him; it was nice when a partner allowed him to pretend what he heard was his too.

His fingers found and traced the lines of her ink as she stroked his hair. He could drift here a long time.

She asked him if he needed something to sleep in, however, and that surprised him. He hadn't expected to spend any more time here; he was used to being called, fulfilling a task, and being sent away. To be offered sleepwear . . .

"I, uh . . ." He found his throat suddenly dry. ". . . I . . . yes? That'd be nice?"

The stutter and hesitation gave her heart a twinge; did he expect her to send him away so soon? As long as he wanted to be here, he was welcome, and if she was being honest, she was hoping he would stay for a while. Sex aside, he was rapidly growing on her, and she liked being around him, liked the way she felt around him.

Molly brushed a soft kiss across his forehead, then gently worked her way out from underneath him, having to lean on her night table to push herself upright on legs that still trembled.

"I'm gonna clean up in the bathroom real quick, then you can go clean up and change while I throw the sheets in the wash."

She gave him a fond smile before leaving the bedroom, cleaning herself with a warm cloth before brushing out her hair and pulling it back into a ponytail.

Back in her bedroom, she rummaged through the dresser, holding out articles of clothing at random and stuffing them back in the drawers until she had a pair of black sweatpants slung over her arm.

"These should fit. I don't have a shirt for you though, you're a little more broad in the chest than I am." Laying the pants on his lap, she stroked her fingers down his cheek. "I can order you some shirts tomorrow if you want some to sleep in."

He accepted the pants and hated that his fingers trembled as he did.

“These might be too warm for me, baby. Might have to chuck them in the middle of the night, and then you’re stuck with a naked specter in your bed,” he joked, to cover his shake and to hopefully help hide the fact he was more than eager to take them.

Without waiting for her to reply, he shuffled off in the direction of she’d taken for the bathroom.

"Oh no," she moaned in mock horror, "a naked ghost in my bed? What shall become of my maiden virtue?"

Once there with the door closed, he nosed through her cabinets and toiletries without much shame. He knew she expected him to wash, and did the bare minimum--face and crotch--before pulling the offered sweatpants on. They were soft and he wasn’t sure if he liked the elastic around his ankles. He’d suffered through worse, however,

He returned to the bedroom, where Molly was finishing remaking her bed. Slipping up behind her and wrapping his hands low on her hips, he first shoved his face into her ponytail, smelling her hair, before kissing her on the exposed nape of her neck.

“Blue looks much better on you than me,” he murmured.

Molly laughed as he retreated to the bathroom to change, tearing the sheets from the bed and tossing them into the wash. A soft smile stayed present on her face as she worked, bringing down extra pillows from her closet and spreading new sheets on the bed.

For as long as she had lived alone, it surprised her that his grasp on her hips from behind didn't startle her. Rather, she leaned back against him, tugging his hands tighter around her midsection, laying her head to the side to further expose her neck.

"Its funny you should say that. I've been thinking of dyeing it green."

"I'm partial to green myself," he admitted, with a chuckle, looking upward as if to see his own hair. "You look tired, babydoll. Let's lay down . . . summoning and then fucking a demon would exhaust anyone."

Her body turned in his arms, her hands lifting to stroke through his hair.

"Does your hair turn blue? Mm . . . must save you a fortune in hair dye," she murmured, starting to drift off. "So what does green mean? Happy? I thought I saw it pink in it earlier. Is that a demon thing?"

Despite the late hour and the pull of sleep on her body, she remained as full of questions as ever, curious to a fault.

He hummed in appreciation as she exposed more of her neck to him, but didn't protest as she twisted to face him.

As he settled her beside him with an arm under her neck, he quietly answered her question.

"It's a me thing, baby. A blessing and a curse, you know? I don't wear my heart on my sleeve . . . one, I don't have one, and two, my hair takes care of it for me."

She was tired; she didn't realize how much until he pulled her down into the bed, tucking his arm beneath her. Molly pressed against him and slipped her arm around his middle, her head pillowed on his bare chest as she wound her legs around his. God, it felt nice to curl up with someone.

Her fingers curled in idle patterns against his side, snuggling closer to him, undisturbed by his lack of heartbeat or respiration. He was still, peaceful, cool against her cheek. If he answered, she didn't hear, physical and emotional exhaustion dragging her into soothing, dreamless sleep, her new lover wrapped safe in her arms.

He watched as she fell asleep. It astounded him that a breather he'd just met trusted him enough to simply drift away in his presence.

He stayed with her for most of the night, listening to her breathe and basking in her warmth. Towards morning, however, he slipped out of her bed. He wanted to know more about someone who actively chose to separate herself from people, when his driving goal was to be noticed and seen.

Beetlejuice crept out of her bedroom and went to her kitchen, fully intending on digging through her things.

The night passed with hardly a stir, Molly fully knocked out by their amorous activities; at dawn, when Beetlejuice left her arms, she sighed in her sleep and snuggled against the pillows he'd been lying on, burrowing closer to his scent.

When she woke, the sun had risen, pouring golden light into her bedroom. Her hand slid across the rumpled sheets and found her bed empty, with only a clear indent of another body to prove he had been there. Her brow furrowed as she sat up, worried for a moment that he had left in the night, but then she heard footsteps and rattling come from the vicinity of her kitchen,  and felt more at ease. He did seem the type to snoop.

She let him indulge his curiosity a little longer as she took a shower. Music rang from the tiles, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her. She was singing. When was the last time she had done that?

A grin spread on her face as she dried off, wrapping herself in a towel. Some coffee was definitely in order, she thought as she entered her bedroom . . . and screamed at the intruder sitting on her bed.

 tbc . . . 

@beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @thewolfisapartofmysoul @dilfyjuice @janitor-boy

[slash-em-up]

Marry Your Monsters Pt. 5

A step back. A first meeting.

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17 Years Prior

This tray of cupcakes was definitely going to fall if Miranda didn’t get over to that table fast enough.

The tall blonde student tried her best to juggle the dozen brightly frosted confections along with her book-bag and was failing miserably.

This had not been a good week.

The semester was nearing its end and for some that meant that all you needed to worry about was your final tests – celebratory parties were already beginning to pop up during all hours of the day in several dorms – but sadly Miranda didn’t have that luxury.

As a pre-law student, Miranda still had her LSATs to worry about, and with the semester winding down for most, the sorority Miranda was treasurer for had decided that one more end-of-year bake-sale would be just the ticket to cement their funding for next fall.  

To Miranda’s annoyance, what brought her to the quad today was neither of those things.

Her elective class in American Sign Language had a final project that was due in a week and she hadn’t even completed the interview she was assigned.  

This was partly because the class wasn’t exactly high on her priority list, and partly because she was truly dreading meeting up with her interviewee.

Several of the deaf and mute students on campus had volunteered to be interviewed by the class to give their introspective on living life with a communication disability. Unfortunately, Miranda had been late to class the day they were assigning partners and had been saddled with Jesse Cromeans.

To say Jesse had a bad reputation on campus would have been an extreme understatement.

He was well known for being a lazy, vain, brutish, man-whore and that was being kind.

Privately, Miranda was pretty sure the only reason he hadn’t been kicked out of university entirely was because his grandfather's name was on every other building and at least one member of his family was on the board of trustees at any given time.

Privileged asshole.

Probably 3\4ths of the way to some pretty painful STDs and dying in a drunken yachting accident.

Arriving at the table, Miranda quickly settled the cupcakes on the surface, adjusting the ones that had shifted around on the tray with a slight jostle. At least that was one less thing for her to worry about.  

Now if only Jesse would get here so she could get this over with.

The meeting time approached.

And passed.

Five minutes late.

Ten minutes late.

Fifteen minutes late.

Miranda sighed in disgust and began to pack up her bag when a large hand entered her peripheral vision and snatched up a green-frosted cupcake.

Another defining characteristic of Jesse Cromeans was that he was tall. Like, really tall. So how he’d managed to move his giant ass all the way across the quad and sneak in close enough to steal a cupcake without Miranda noticing was beyond her understanding.

‘For me? You shouldn’t have.’

Miranda gaped in dumbstruck indignation as the arrogant bastard smirked and took a large bite of the confection while swinging one long leg over the side of his chair.

Her lips pursed.

“You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago...”

Jesse continued to chew as he glanced down at his watch. He shrugged.

‘I got tied up.’

That was the last straw. All the stress and anger that had been building for the last week was finally coming to a head.  

And she was about to take it out on Jesse Cromeans ass.

“Jesse, I set up this appointment with you a week ago – if you had something else come up you should have told me earlier! I just wasted most of my morning trying to get here!”

The tall man smirked up at her, signing a quick, insincere ‘Sorry’.

“Oh, fuck off.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to gape at her; but Miranda was far from done.

“You... arrogant, selfish prick! Just because you have grand-daddy's money to fall back on doesn’t mean you can waltz all over the rest of us! Some of us are here because we actually want to be – not because it’s the closest source of pussy and coke. I could have spent this morning doing actual work! I was so fucking angry when I got stuck with you as a partner because I KNEW you’d pull something like this! Because you. Don’t. Care. If it doesn't benefit you it doesn’t even make it onto your radar. You’re an asshole, and you’re going to die alone.”

Jesse was giving her his full attention; brown eyes serious and locked on her face.

‘Finished?’

Miranda was breathing heavily as she digested the words that had just come out of her own mouth.  

Oh god.

“Jesse, I’m so sorry... I -”

Jesse waved a hand, cutting her off.

‘You’re going to make one hell of a lawyer...’

The comment could have been playful; but the tensing of his shoulders and the flash of hurt in his eyes said it was anything but.

Not knowing what else to do, Miranda murmured another quiet “sorry” at Jesse, not meeting his eyes as she gathered up her bag and retreated back across the quad, not stopping until she was safely back inside her sorority house behind her locked door.

She’d forgotten the cupcakes and several books at the table; but they were the least of her concerns right now.

Feeling lower than low, Miranda slipped into an uneasy slumber.

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The nap did not help.  

Miranda went through the remainder of her day with a cloud over her head. It wasn’t like her to be unnecessarily cruel – which she absolutely had been. The punishment she’d dished out in no way fit the crime he’d committed.

Even the passive-aggressive comments she’d received from the sorority president about ‘losing’ the cupcakes simply bounced off her shell of melancholy.

How do you apologize to someone when your first real interaction included you telling them they were going to die alone?

Miranda was moping on her bed, looking at but not really absorbing her study material when one of her friends popped her head into the room.

“Hey Randi, this was outside your room. Did you lose a book?”

Standing from the bed, Miranda walked over and took the book from the other girl, eyebrows raising when she saw it was the ASL textbook she’d left on the quad.

“Who brought this back?”

The girl shrugged.

“I don’t know – it was just sitting outside. Maybe Krista saw...”

Miranda flipped open the cover and saw a plain white envelope with her name written on it in neat text.

“Uh, thanks, no worries, I’ll figure it out later...”

She closed the door and sat back on her bed, fingering the paper with a sense of dread.

Well, better to rip it off like a band-aid.

She opened the envelope, eyes widening when a hundred-dollar bill fell out with a small bundle of papers.

The first on the stack was a note from Jesse.

‘Miranda,

I’m sorry I was late for our meeting the other day.  I’ll admit to being a selfish asshole, and you were fully within your rights to call me out on it.  

I found your interview questions in your book and wrote out my answers for them as best I could – I hope you don’t mind, I added a few jokes and quips – no one would believe we actually ‘talked’ if we didn’t add SOME color to my responses.

Also, I ate your cupcakes. Sorry about that. I’m not really sure what the going rate is for charity bake-sale goodies, so I hope the enclosed money will cover it.

I was being serious when I said you’ll be a great lawyer. I hope I never have to see you in court.

Jesse

p.s. I don’t do coke. I haven’t got the fingers to carry off a coke-nail.’

Re-folding the paper, Miranda wasn’t sure whether she wanted to laugh, cry, or get angry at Jesse all over again.

The rest of the packet was the answers to her interview questions that Jesse had promised; but even giving them a cursory read-through, she could already tell she was going to have to edit them heavily. As it turns out, Jesse wasn’t a short-winded guy when you got him going on a topic –and he’d really gone off about what life was like without the ability to speak.  

Miranda was surprised that so many of his answers seemed to be given in complete honesty rather than the infantile jokes and self-aggrandizing she’d expected.

Sure, those were there too – she saw the bit about him being a ‘master debater’ and a ‘cunning linguist’ and rolled her eyes hard enough to give herself a headache – but the parts where he was being forthright were very telling about the person Jesse was behind all the smoke and mirrors.

That was a completely different guy. She thought she might even be able to like him.

Maybe someday they’d run into each other and she could take back her comments in-person.

Only time would tell.

[jiminscaramel]

lap of luxury | hyungkyun [mx]

[GENRE] smut

[COUNT] 3.5K+

[PAIRING] fem. reader x Hyungwon & Changkyun

[WARNINGS] PWP, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, choking, edging, cream pie, oral (m & f receiving), deep throating, slight face-fucking, spitroasting, cumplay, dirty talk, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

[AU] millionaire au? they’re just really rich

[A/N] Hi! So this was requested by anon and I’m so sorry I took so long to write it. Hyungkyun is not something I’ve ever read myself and so it was quite challenging. Also this is pure filth, I almost feel ashamed of myself. Almost. I hope y’all enjoy!

“Hey sIS so me and my friend were watching hyungkyuns how long stage and now we NEED a hyungkyun x reader smut where honestly? they just fuck reader raw. sorry for being a hornybebe but it just be like that sometimes.” It really do be like that

The suite is bigger than the last one you remember; high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, gold coving and mini chandeliers. The carpet is plush, almost engulfing your feet in its softness as you kick off your heels. Hyungwon has always had an eye for the lavish things, from shoes to cars and expensive watches – even women – Hyungwon never settled for anything less than luxury.

So his choice in suite isn’t surprising and chances are the next one will be even bigger, surpassing even your expectations. You silently pad over to one of the windows overlooking the illuminated city, smiling at the complimentary gifts of chocolates, wines and designer body lotions.

The carpet mutes his footsteps but you sense him approach, his assertive aura shrouding you in its embrace. His fingers graze the bare skin of your shoulder as he peels off your fur bolero, hanging it loosely on the back of the chair. “How do you like it?” Changkyun whispers into the shell of your ear, his lips dangerously close.

“It’s beautiful,” you sigh, your gaze focusing on your reflections. His cologne invades your nose, sweet and cloying.

He hums in agreement and rests his chin in the groove of your shoulder, hands locking around your waist. “Wait till you see the bed,” the smirk in his voice is evident, as is the unadulterated desire and it ignites the sleeping embers in the pit of your stomach.

You frown a little, despite the obvious excitement, because you’d seen the bed upon entering – it was pretty hard to miss. The centrepiece stands in the middle of the vast room, large enough to accommodate at least four people and wide enough to lay across without your feet dangling off the edge. The four-poster frame is dark mahogany, the intricate woodwork displaying spirals and patterns and a cream canopy drapes over the entire thing. It is pretty impressive, you agree, countless amounts of pillows and throw cushions line the headboard and from the looks of it, there are several layers beneath the coverlet, ensuring you’re kept warm throughout the night.

You circle the centrepiece before stepping up on its platform to get a closer look, but it still leaves you baffled. “What about it?”

He chuckles and sprawls across the duvet beckoning you to join him. It becomes quite clear as to what makes the bed so special as you lay beside him and stare up into the canopy. Only it isn’t fabric – it’s a mirror. A mirror the size of the whole bed is placed above instead of a wood frame or the soft fabric of the canopy curtains.

Your thighs clench together at the sheer excitement that courses through your veins at the idea, all sorts of scenarios running through your mind. It must show on your face because he laughs softly under his breath and moves closer, toying with the spaghetti strap of your satin dress. “Excited?” His lips ghost by your jawline, softly nipping your scorching skin as he teases mercilessly.

All you can do is nod, your words stuck in the back of your throat, afraid that speaking them aloud will erase your last semblance of self control. Because you know it’ll be a while before any of your wishes are truly granted.

“You’ll have to hold on a little while longer, princess,” he smirks, relishing in your suffering. “You know three is the magic number.”

The wine bottles are close to empty, accompanied by three stained glasses sat atop the wooden table. You don’t quite remember how long it’s been since Hyungwon arrived, the moments shift and one scene overlaps the other and before you know it you’re singing songs of the night.

He sits in one of the armchairs close to the bed, laid back with one ankle propped up on his knee, his jaw clenching with incredible self control. There’s few things he enjoys more than seeing you sprawled lewdly amongst silk sheets, baring yourself for both he and Changkyun.

Your back arches off the bed and your mewls fill the air, music to their ears, as Changkyun’s tongue works wonders between your legs. He licks a long stripe, his tongue flattening against your folds before toying with your clit with the tip. You fist his locks and your eyes squeeze shut, desperately searching for your elusive high but you’re denied any sort of relief.

“Don’t touch him,” Hyungwon commands from his place, intent on seeing you suffer. Your hands fly up above your head, finding purchase in the sheets instead, not daring to disobey. Your whines become an insufferable crescendo, getting louder and louder with each lap, building up to the knot in your stomach.

Changkyun pulls away at the last second, sensing your buildup and pauses to marvel at your blissed out state. Your eyes flutter open and your skin scorches with embarrassment as you catch yourself in the mirror above; Changkyun spread between your thighs, the muscles of his bare back rippling with every movement. You tilt your head forward and the sight before you is a sumptuous one. His lips glisten in the yellow light, your slick spread all over his mouth and chin and his eyes twinkle with a devilish glint. His tongue pokes out again, tasting you on his lips and he smirks knowingly as he moves up closer.

You can feel Hyungwon’s intense gaze, watching each and every move and it draws out an involuntary yet sensual shudder that makes your pussy throb. You don’t know whether it’s your own greed or your need for every wish of yours to be granted but you can’t wait for his torturous teasing to be over and done with. He knows you’re not soft, despite the way you carry yourself, and knows how much you can take. So all the drawn out kisses, the careful touches and his deliberate choice to sit back and watch is absolute torment.

But you know better to complain; Hyungwon has a resolve of steel and won’t think twice about denying you – or himself, for that matter – an orgasm for the sake of displaying his power and authority. Changkyun may be the one in between your legs, but Hyungwon is the one in your head.

Changkyun hisses and grips your waist, flipping you over onto his front. With your chest aligned perfectly with his face, he takes the opportunity to latch on to your nipple, licking kittenishly at the hard bud. He draws out another deprived groan from you before leaning back and positioning you over his hips.

“I want you to work for it, babygirl. Give Hyungwon a good view,” he murmurs, one hand reaching up to cup your face. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod, your chest too tight with insurmountable desire to answer. You sink down onto his length and collectively sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. “Oh god,” you whisper, stilling for a moment, stretching around him and relishing the feeling of how well he fills you up to the brim. His hand finds your ass and squeezes, prompting you start moving and so you clench your thighs and move up until only the tip of his cock is inside you, before slamming back down.

“Good girl,” you hear Hyungwon praise from beside the bed and you think you hear his voice falter, his self control dissipating with each thrust.

Your pace gradually quickens, breasts bouncing and cunt clenching around him, your climax almost reaching its peak. “I’m– almost there–” The heat in your stomach begins to unfurl, giving way to the long awaited orgasm, but his hands fly down to your waist again, stopping you in your tracks.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, his gaze trained on the mirror above, offering a totally different angle.

But you cry out in blissful agony, tired and distraught, not knowing how much longer you can take the edging. “Changkyun, please,” your hands tighten painfully around the headboard, your chest heaving above him as you fight to catch your breath.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe,” his eyes are glued to the mirror, transfixed on the way his hands fit around the curve of your ass, the way your thighs are spread so wide, the dip in your back. “Look.”

He gently instructs you to look up and you do so this time without a second thought; there’s no more room for embarrassment when you’re this far gone. Any shame had flown right out the window along with your inhibitions.

You hear gentle rustling from behind you and know that Hyungwon has left his seat. You hear the sound of his jacket being draped across the chair and anticipate his involvement. He silently approaches the bed and even though you’re expecting his touch, it’s still manages to startle you. He runs a single finger down the length of your spine, careful not to scratch your skin with his nail. His hand seems cold in comparison to your blazing skin but it only adds to the sensation.

He leans forward, taking his sweet time and whispers, his smouldering eyes boring into yours. “You’ve been so good, baby, you deserve to be rewarded.” You almost sigh in relief and swallow, teetering on the edge of delirium as Changkyun throbs inside you. “But, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

He lays beside Changkyun and whispers something in his ear that you don’t manage to catch. Without warning you’re flipped onto your back, your whole body engulfed in the bedding. The new positioning gives Changkyun a new angle, allowing him to hit the magic spot that’s guaranteed to send you into oblivion.

He begins at a steady pace, almost slow and sensual, you can feel every inch of him sink deeper into you. You sigh with content, your thighs still burning from the effort of riding him. “You feel so fucking good,” you breathe softly, the words getting lost amongst his panting and your moans.

His hips snap ans start to piston at an incredible speed and you feel yourself getting wetter, Changkyun almost slipping out. You cry out again, your mouth barely able to form the words in your head and you grip onto his broad shoulders, your nails digging in deeper with each thrust.

Hyungwon shifts, appearing above you too and you can see in the reflection his hand traversing the plane of Changkyun’s rippling back. He hums in satisfaction, his own erection tenting in his pants and places a kiss to his shoulder.

“Hyungwon, I–” He chokes back a moan, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort. “I can’t–”

“You can and you will,” he smirks, ghosting his lips along Changkyun’s sensitive skin. “Baby comes first.”

And with those words the tension in your abdomen starts to build up again, Changkyun’s relentless thrusts hitting every magic spot known to you. Hyungwon’s hand finds your clit and starts to rub small circles to push you to the edge. His eyes are totally unapologetic, fully aware of the sensory overload after so much denial, but not caring in the slightest.

His heart races at the view of Changkyun disappearing inside you, your breasts bouncing forcefully with every stroke, your chest heaving and your face flushed red. He catches your gaze fixated on the mirror above and smirks again, knowing the view is helping you get off.

Changkyun’s thrusts become sloppy and unsteady, signalling his end despite his holding back for so long but it couldn’t be timed more perfectly. The heat in your stomach reaches incredible height and your nails bite even deeper into his skin, almost drawing blood, embossing his skin with crimson crescents. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his guttural moans turning into soft, pathetic whimpers and his breath sears your skin as he utters the final words, the ones that finally manage to push you over the edge too. “I’m– I'm cumming–” he whines before thrusting desperately and spilling inside you, stilling and twitching with the aftermath of an Earth-shattering orgasm. “Fuck.”

Your toes curl and your thighs clench as the knot in your stomach snaps and unfurls, an unbelievable amount of slick gushing out as your climax explodes. He feels you tighten around his cock as you ride out your high, your own cries of pleasure filling the cavernous room.

You’re exhausted and mentally taxed after such an intense fucking but there’s no rest for the wicked.

Changkyun places a lazy kiss to your neck before pulling out and rolling beside you, eyes fluttering closed.

“Well done, baby,” Hyungwon praises, though you’re not entirely sure who it’s directed at. He quickly undress, his raging cock springing free from the confinement of his boxers. “I know you’ve got more for me, babygirl, I know you can give me more.”

You shake your head, unbelieving. There’s no way you can come again, despite your being still aroused. You’re absolutely spent. But Hyungwon’s touch is a completely different story and your body reacts out of it’s own accord. He knocks your legs apart, spreading you wide by the knees and watches in awe as a mixture of yours and Changkyun’s cum seeps out from your swollen sex.

He draws his lip in between his teeth, a predatory look darkening his features. You know what he has in mind and the mere thought is enough to have you squirming with anticipation. You look up to see your reflection again and as much as the thought embarrasses you, the sight of your own body, used and completely fucked out, does more than just turn you on. Your clit throbs at the lack of attention, the cool air agitating it further.

Hyungwon leans in and without hesitation latches on to your nub, his tongue swirling around your little bundle of nerves. You hold back a strained moan as he cleans up the mess, his tongue travelling south and poking your entrance, tasting you and Changkyun. His plush lips are enough to send you reeling again but before you even have time to think, his slender fingers slip in easily, coaxing you to your next climax.

He moans against your cunt, the vibrations reverberating throughout your body and curls his fingers so that he’s massaging your g-spot. You hear Changkyun groan deeply beside you, hand wrapped around his length and eyes focused on the sight beside him. His hand pumps around his cock steadily, still slick from your essence.

The overstimulation becomes too much and has you squirming again with mild discomfort. “Hyungwon, I can’t. It’s too much.” And to your surprise he stops. His mouth parts from your pussy, soaked and throbbing but he still has other ideas in mind. “Please,” you beg, you chest heaving still.

“Shh,” he hushes gently leaning forward, his fingers finding your lips. They push past and you gladly accept them, tasting yourself as you suck his fingertips clean. He flips you around and positions you on all fours: your favourite position. “You’re gonna give me one more, baby, we’ve got all night. You’re still so wet for me, I know you can.” He holds his member and glides it in between your folds, sighing as he feels how soaked you are. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock.”

He slides in effortlessly and clench around him, earning a hiss in response. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” You sigh and clench again in response before he bottoms out, stilling for just a moment. His hand gently tangles in your hair and forces you to look at Changkyun, one hand cupping his balls and the other still pumping his cock. “Clean him up, baby, you made so much mess.”

His hand tightens in your locks, guiding your head down to swallow Changkyun’s hard member, tasting yourself again. He ruts impatiently into your mouth, eager to hit the back of your throat. The feeling of being filled in more than one place causes a surge of arousal to course through your body, your walls fluttering around Hyungwon. You pull back and lick a drawn out stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, looking up with wide, impish eyes and teasing him with kittenish licks.

“Behave, kitten,” Hyungwon warns with a stern voice, his hand at the back of your head again. “You’re not in the position to tease.” He enunciates his statement with a deliberate thrust that throws you forward, prompting you to take Changkyun whole. He curses under his breath and hardens in your mouth, your tongue swirling patterns along the ridges.

Hyungwon reaches for your arm and holds it in place at the small of your back, throwing you off balance and forcing you to take more of Changkyun’s cock. You swallow around him, hollowing out your cheeks and forcing him down your throat, gagging around his throbbing dick. Hyungwon’s other hand on your head pushes you deeper, your nose rubbing against Changkyun’s abdomen as you deep throat.

He continues to pound relentlessly at a killer pace, the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot every time. You moan around Changkyun, tears springing to the corner of your eyes as you gag around him, recognising the heat pooling in your stomach as your next inevitable orgasm.

“I can feel you tightening around me, princess. Are you close?” Hyungwon asks, knowing full well you can’t answer. Changkyun’s hands replace his as he moves away from your hair to find your clit again, rubbing vicious circles and figure of eights in a bid to make you come a second time.

“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, you know that?” Changkyun utters through gritted teeth, his dick twitching between your lips. The lewd sounds of skin against skin and the wet sound of your throat fills the room, spurring everyone on and giving you the push needed to finish the race. You begin to drool around his member as he thrusts up into your throat, grunting and pushing your head down further. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again. You ready for me, princess?”

You try to nod through through your fucked out state, your head spinning with lust and desire, your heart jackhammering with intense and dangerous pleasure. He ruts once, twice more into your mouth before spilling his load again down the back of your throat, hot ropes of cum pooling on your tongue.

Hyungwon places his hand beneath your chin and pulls your head back once he’s satisfied you’ve caught every last drop and hurriedly crashes his lips to yours. He licks along the swell of your lip and pries your mouth open with his tongue, eager to taste both you and Changkyun. You swallow what’s left as he pulls back and his hand moves to wrap around the column of your throat, squeezing lightly, but enough to make you a little light headed.

The intense heat in your stomach begins to bloom and you know the next thrusts are critical. You cry out, begging and babbling for him to pound harder, to not give up his challenging pace. His other hand grips your waist so tight you’re sure it’ll bruise but you can’t think past the moment you’re living.

“If you keep sucking me back in like this I’m gonna cum so hard,” he strains, his hold tightening around your throat. “Shit, baby, you’re so fucking tight– I–”

“Please don’t stop,” you sob, your voice breaking along with your resolve. The heat unfurls once again and your whole body wracks as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh God–” You clench almost painfully around him, coaxing him along to his release, keen to milk him for every drop.

His hips stutter and a primal moan erupts from his chest as he cums inside you, his seed spilling and coating your walls. He rides out his high, the both of you wincing from overstimulation before collapsing beside you, leaving you sandwiched between them both.

The room is filled with the sounds of your breathing, the three of you panting and heaving to catch your breaths. Hyungwon wipes the sweat off his forehead and turns to you, a sheepish smile lifting the corners of his plump lips. Changkyun throws an arm over your waist and pecks your cheek, sighing in content. “You don’t ask for much, huh?”

“I just have expensive taste,” you laugh. “And an insatiable appetite.”

Hyungwon chuckles and brushes your hair back, muttering against your skin. “Happy birthday, princess.”

[bytemycupcakes]

HELLO?? TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS TREVOR X PABBIT???

ANON YOU ARE AN ANGEL SENT FROM GOD HIMSELF

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-Like mentioned in the initial au post, Pabit and Trevor were classmates before the habitat

-They never took much notice of eachother outside of Trevor being so sus of Pabit’s really strong bite, and Pabit finding Trevors weird theorizing/taunting of teachers to be entertaining (as did most students)

-In the habitat they end up gravitating toward eachother because they vaguely know eachother and familiarity is better than making new friends... Especially when all the other child options are 10 or younger.

-Excluding Nat, who is also gravitated into this awkward group of teenagers.

-It doesn’t take much of Trevor and Pabit talking before Pabit offhandedly mentions he’s not human and doesn’t actually know what he is.

-Obviously Trevor takes EXTREME interest. Mixed with all the mythology books Nat can steal from her father, the three go on some weird quest.

-Which was already described in the og au post

-Pabit develops a crush first and it kinda just slaps him in the face

-After a while of Trevor being so dedicated to figuring out what he is, and the two of them bonding over infodumping and just being two idiotic teenage boys weraking havoc i nthe habitat, Pabit takes notice of how much he thinks of Trevor and how nice he makes Pab feel and “oH NO, DAD I’M HAVING EMOTIONS-”

-Boris is trying not to die of laughter at his son’s reaction to his first real crush

-Once Pabit realises he likes Trevor it just gets WORSE. which makes Nat pick up on it and she keeps trying to make Pabit acCIDENTALLY ADMIT TO IT-

-Pabit is practically dying every time Trevor pokes and prods him as he’s trying to narrow down what Pabit is and Nat just sits across the way with the knife cat face because Pabit is just so fucking red. Trevor is completely oblivious.

-Trevor is seriously so focussed on his theorizing that he never notices how awkward Pabit gets, when Pabit peaks at him randomly, or anything.

-Lucky for Trevor, and unlucky for Pabit, Wallus solves the big mystery.

-Pabit spends a whole night pacing while rambling in a total panic to Nat cause what if Trevor finally notices?? What if he’s creeped out?? NaT HELP-

-”Just tell him. Or I’ll do it” “What?” “I’ll tell him if you pussy out” “whAT-” “Pabit you’re not deaf” -dying Pabit noises-

-Needless to say, Pabit is a coward and Nat ends up telling Trevor.

-Trevor is just an oblivious idiot and when Nat tells him he’s just so incredibly confused for a solid 2 minutes until his brain finally clicks all of Pabits awkward- obviously crushing- behavior

-”Wh??” -processing . . . lightbulb. His face goes bright red- “o H-”

-Congrats Nat, you’ve made group hangouts far more awkward because you have two bi iDIOTS TO DEAL WITH

-You know when you get a massive crush and start to avoid them so you can actually think? Yeah these two end up doing that.

- Nat is getting very annoyed that these two are trying to just avoid that they have feelings

-She does what any 13 year old bastard would do and locks them in Trevors room....

-It’s Pabits fault for letting her into Habits office to get the master key.... In his defence he had no idea what she was grabbing.

-Insert Pabit Panic Pacing(tm) while Trevors banging on his door, only being met with Nat CACKLING

-Lets be clear, Pabit isnt panicing cause he’s locked in a room, he’s panicing because he’s locked with Trevor.

-Romantic feelings are just too much for this baby boy

-Trevor gives up escape after about 15 minutes.... And Ow his hands hurt :( So he just slides down the door gr oa n i ng

-He keeps muttering about how he’s gonna figure out how to curse Nat ect. ect.

-He snaps Pabit out of his own head when Trevor asks if Pab thinks they could convince Wallus to steal Nats soul or something

-Pabit actually manages to laugh, “If he doesn’t then Pabit will-”

-It takes a bit but they actually start talking, knowing Nat won’t let them out until someone forces her to... Or just the morning who knows.

-They haven’t talked for like a week so clearly there’s so much for them to infodump about. Then things start getting deep and

-Oh god they actually stumble through emotions.

-It’s a bit difficult because Pabit has a bad habit of going mute when things get too awkward. But as always, Trevor’s patient

-And he kinda just rambles while Pabit goes silent, which Pabit loves. Not only cause Trev’s so nice about it, but because he just loves hearing Trevor talk.

-You’re a fool if you didn’t think there was gonna be the inevitable awkward first kiss

-It’s stupidly fast and they practically launch across the room both fucking tomatoes afterwards

-They both just mumble something about dating because they’re two clueless 15 y/os

-After they’re set free the next morning Nat keeps saying “mission success” and you can see them both get the desire for murder at the same fucking time

-Watch yourself, Nat. You are no longer safe.

-Trencil and Boris have decided she deserves her fate.

-It really doesn’t take long for them to stop being incredibly awkward about everything

-Wow turns out Pabit is very physically affectionate and cuddly So Trevor gets used to functioning with a single hand, being randomly hugged/picked up, LOTS of cheek kisses, and other various affectionate things.

-Pabit calls Trevor a puppy cause Trevor loves when Pabit plays with his hair.

-Whether Trevor is a real werewolf or not, Pabit 100% stands by Trev and tells people he’s got a super cool werewolf boyfriend.

-Girls are usually pretty jealous... Until they learn its Trevor at least (You cant convince me Trev is in any way popular with the girls at school)

[polygamyff]

54.

Watching my daughter slowly sit down on her Minnie Mouse chair, she seems so pleased with herself. She got her bottle and is now sat down but she has left her snack “dada!” she pointed; how did she even know I was here. I have been trying to stay out the way and just watch her, I just find it so adorable. My daughter just sitting down on her tiny ass chair “dada!” she screamed out again “ok, ok. I am here, what is it?” walking around the chair, Reign looked up at me “yes Mi Amor? What is wrong?” Reign pointed at her snack “you get it Reign, go on” leaning down to take her bottle from her, Reign whined out “I am not your servant, go and get it” Reign refused me to take the bottle “I will get it then” I sighed out walking towards the paper plate, picking it up “you the only woman to boss me about, you know that” crouching down near her “say thank you then” I said but Reign reached over and grabbed one from the plate “mhmm” sitting on the floor next to her “so what we watching then?” my daughter is growing up too fast “Maurice, what time is the driver coming? Also take that chair with you, and please take Reign’ slides off of her. That is for her walking around inside, they are not for outdoors” Robyn always walking in to give orders “yes boss, you and Reign boss me about, and he will be here in the next hour, are you all ready to go? Anymore suitcases to add. Anymore orders?” looking behind me “don’t be so dramatic, acting like you some maid. And no, I don’t have anymore suitcases. I really mean it when I say that chair better be on the jet, it keeps her still” rolling my eyes “sure, you hear that. Apparently you are too much Mi Amor, this chair keeps you quiet” Robyn is not lying though, she does love this little chair “wow Maurice, you put water in her milk bottle?” Robyn keeps checking on me “well I couldn’t be bothered; she is happy like that. Leave us alone you bully” frowning at Robyn “boy bye, you are marrying this” Robyn pushed my head forward “divorce also comes easy to me” I retorted “so does that divorce money boo, call me the next millionaire” Robyn is a whole trip, look at her ass flaunting and shit “you aint’ shit” I said while laughing, she is funny.

Reign thinks she is a strong independent woman now she can walk; she doesn’t want nobody to help her “Reign, say bye to Khaleesi. She wants a hug” crouching down to her “see you when we come back girl. Krista going to be looking after you, be nice to her ok” placing my arm around her, she was going to lick my face but I moved it “I will miss you too, come on” Reign is a little unsteady when wearing shoes, she is a little everywhere but determined “good girl” grabbing her arm “say bye Khaleesi” Reign patted her nose “you feeling emotional girl” I think she knows we going, Khaleesi rested her head on my knee “awww it’s ok, Krista if you need anything then please call me. I got you” Krista is good “I will Mr Davenport, enjoy your wedding. I will wait to see pictures; Robyn will be so beautiful. I just know it” I cooed out “not as beautiful as me Krista, come on now” I chuckled “Maurice, let’s go now” Robyn said “that is us” Khaleesi ran off towards Robyn “big girl, I am going now. I will come back with some goodies ok?” Khaleesi jumped at Robyn “hey” watching Khaleesi sniff Robyn’ stomach “what you are doing, stop it. I love you too, Krista thank you for taking care of her for us too” Khaleesi moved away from Robyn, she is so excited “come here” scooping up Reign “you will be back as Mr and Mrs Davenport, that is so exciting for you both. You will be married” Krista said “scary right, imagine marrying Robyn. She is a bully” Krista laughed “it’s loving, she loves you too much Mr Davenport. I already miss you all, be back soon” I cooed out “bye Krista, say bye Reign” I waved, Reign shook her head “ok diva” she is acting out already.

I am a little unsure with staying at Terry’ home, I hope she don’t pull something like have Thomas there but she is not that type of lady, I don’t think anyways. I don’t mind staying there but I don’t want to see Thomas, I feel like he also let me down. He wasn’t there in a way of telling me son, don’t give up your rights, it’s your daughter see her. He wanted me gone, I was so lost then “I wanted to ask actually” I jumped a little bit, Robyn scared me “yeah?” Robyn laughed “why do you look scared?” shaking my head smiling “nothing, just was staring at the clouds” sitting back in the seat “I just wanted to ask, how are you feeling with getting married? Are you happy, nervous?” Robyn asked me, do I seem it “what you think?” I questioned back, I would like to know what she thinks I am feeling “I think you are feeling a little nervous Maurice, I feel it from you” I breathed out laughing “I am feeling nervous, not in a bad way. I just want things to go ok, I am feeling a little angry at things. I would rather want Mami there but no, I am just kind of scared. If I can be a good enough husband to you, I didn’t know how to be a husband at all or even a father. But at times I am like will I be good enough for you, I try my best all of the time for you but you deserve the world” Robyn cooed out “Maurice, we’re not even married yet but you have been already treating me like your wife, you are my husband in my heart already. Would I ever want to marry you if you treated me wrong? When you did I left you, I left you many times because yes you was lost, you was confused with yourself and everything around you, but you have changed so much. You are the best dad to Reign, don’t doubt yourself. Just that now it will be on paper for us both. I am excited, it’s been long overdue for us anyways” Robyn is too kind, I love her the most.

Tina be tripping hard “you know when I told you about Tina” I said while staring at the contract she sent me “Robyn” looking up from my laptop and then smiled “why you taking pictures of me?” she is funny “did you get it!?” Ally shouted from across the jet “I did, just reading it now” Robyn turned her phone to me “I muted the sound but look at how cute you look concentrating and then they way you look up, god. I can’t wait to ride your face” shaking my head laughing “so anyways, the contract. Do you want to be a model? Tina is pushing for it, I mean it could be a side thing?” snatching Robyn’ phone from her “listen to me, you are just as bad as Reign” Robyn huffed out “listening?” I said, Robyn nodded “so, Balmain? Photoshoot is in France by the way? Don’t ask, they are requesting it. I am your manager, I ain’t playing. I don’t have lazy people on my team” I pointed and Robyn hit my hand “bye, I mean I don’t know. You tell me? I have this thing with Jay Z, I am scared for him to call me Maurice. I don’t know?” Robyn is stupid “is that why you never picked up his call huh?” I laughed “ok, you know what. I will decline this, you just need to get your head in gear. You need to speak to Jay, I will come with you one time and after that, you need to do it. You can’t drag me constantly with you, like the play dates you create with Bey” she needs to delve into the rich life a little more “It’s Beyoncé Maurice! What the hell you want me to do, I can’t do it” passing Robyn’ phone back to her “so when you scope out places with him, then what? When you with the Roc Nation team, then what?” Robyn is too damn shy “I will die in side a little” I can’t help but laugh “oh Bonita, what are you going to do. Like, he is willing to work around your schedule, but dodging his calls is a no. At the wedding, you and Jay will speak. He is a great guy Robyn, he listens and will take care of you” she needs some time, she needs me to hold on too still.

Resting my head back sighing out, I am stressed a little bit just thinking on things “you not going to like my post?” looking at Robyn “what do you mean?” I questioned “I uhm, posted something cute. You not going to like it, or anything?” pulling a face “not really, why? I probably will if and when I go on, why? What did you post?” I don’t check for it unless I am bored “just you know” Robyn looked at her nails “I just put up a selfie, I just want to know if you like. I just put leaving New York as Robyn Willis, you know” Robyn is being weird “right, I will. Ally” shuffling out of the seat to ask Ally something “what now? I received it” walking over to her and Jay “yes but, I need to make sure that Bey and Jay get the full works, I told my dad, but his mind is everywhere, they are my main guests. Plus, my dad was not thinking of them, he has some much other things. So, I need you to make sure they good, also have fun. You’re off work during that time right?” I forgot if I did give her time off “you did, you said have fun. You are not shit. You are trying to give me work” she is not wrong, I was trying too “be quiet” waving her off “but honestly, both of you after the take over happens. Have fun” holding my fist out to Jay “my brother” dapping him, I have a lot of shit to think and do. It’s like I can’t get everyone out there, Nalah is in New York still, she will be coming a little later. We left early because we have other affairs to handle.

I feel like Robyn has a face on with me, she said she is going to lay down with Reign on the bed. I will see the damn selfie because honestly social media is the devil and I do hate it at times, waiting for it to load up, and there you go the first picture is Robyn’ selfie. She looks beautiful as always, liking the post as I rolled my eyes. Tapping on the comments, I will leave a comment to make her happy if that works. Squinting my eyes “huh” I said to myself “the second wife” I read to myself, so this is what is happening then. Scrolling down ‘your pussy must bombe for him to want that....’ another malicious comment ‘sold your soul for money’ I can see why the sadness, she shouldn’t exactly see to those messages “welcome to the family” I read, Elena coming through with the comment, locking my phone. Well I better go and see to my baby, sighing out heavily as I made my way to her “Robyn” I said, I mean I knew she wouldn’t be asleep “yes?” sitting on the edge of the bed “I saw the comments, people are haters. I didn’t want them like I wanted you, it’s nothing. I don’t want you to let these people upset you. They hate will come through more and more now, please don’t let them taint your mind. I love you” Robyn poked her lips out “I just needed reassurance from you, like I know you don’t do social media but you do when you want to message the whore house owner or your family from Spain. You were posting so much” she is spoilt “why do I got to prove anything to anyone besides you? When I post it’s special and they hate it, please Robyn don’t play that with me talking about when I was in Spain I posted, why do I want to air out everything about my family? Why? Don’t be so stupid, I post Reign randomly at times, and then you. Why do I care for them? Is it because they called you my second wife? It’s facts, you are. I can’t change that; I can’t change that I have fucked so many women!? I am sorry Robyn, and I will post when I want, I don’t need to clarify anything to anyone besides you, and if you want to feel that way, then so be it but it’s bullshit, and this is what I mean by I am not a good enough husband to you” getting off of the bed.

Watching Jay and Ally talk, I have nothing else to do I guess now that Robyn doesn’t wish to speak to me, or I have offended her still “did you ever see yourself married? Because I can’t, hand on heart. No offence Ally” Jay is going to be on the same boat as me if he don’t be quiet “I don’t think marriage does anything, I mean I guess in your case it gives Robyn a lot of leverage in your money and gaining but a nigga like me, no. I just rather live in sin, marriage is nothing to me” Ally is staring at Jay all offended “I was thinking you’re about to be in the same situation as me” staring at Robyn as I said so “how so?” Robyn asked “getting offended, so Robyn is not happy because girls that I know or maybe had sex with have been commenting under her selfie that she is the second wife and stuff. She wanted me to more or less post her to make her feel a type of way. But listen to me, I don’t care for it. Robyn knows me, I have changed for her, why care about the outside” Robyn is not happy at all “you’re just being a dick now” I laughed in shock “because I don’t care for social media, am I wrong?” Jay eye balled me “actually Maurice, I get it. It’s like Jay doesn’t have one picture of me, he doesn’t even follow me. And I do feel a type of way about it” Jay and I both groaned out “oh see, look at that women understanding each other” Robyn said, Jay mean mugged me “I don’t see the issue? Fuck social media, why do you feel the need to be claimed like that?” I shrugged laughing “because we like to know we are claimed, Robyn feels like I do. Yes, you are all hers but why not show that? Like wise with Jay, am I not good enough? You post your topless pictures enough” Jay pointed at me “this is your fault nigga, I hate you” shaking my head “it don’t anything fine but you have a lot of women on your dick and still want it and do not care who I am to you, I get you are popular with the women but sometimes I feel like wanting to be flaunted and don’t bother posting shit, I will block you” shaking my head sighing out.

I am not angry with Maurice, just slightly annoyed. I do not blame him for his past, I certainly don’t blame him for what happened then, but I got hounded by these women saying mean things. That was just half of the things I deleted a lot, and it’s so random because first that didn’t happen but I posted a selfie on a jet and I got abuse, maybe because I am marrying him now, I don’t know. I just feel like if Maurice posted me and you know, I just wanted to shut them down even more but what can I say. It is mean, I feel like this one girl is trying to get at me but I have blocked her but she came back with another page, just talking some shit and saying I am selling my soul, he had sex with me too, he ain’t shit. I don’t care, maybe I do but it gets me down a little bit. As I grow as a person in the limelight with him, so does this hate. There are some sweet people, that do say nice things but wow, they do hate me. Even with Reign, putting how did you even get pregnant, he doesn’t slip so clearly they know him behind these fake pages “are you wanting to sit down?” Maurice is clearly floating around me “can I?” he asks like he can’t just sit down “yes” this flight is taking forever today, doesn’t help that it had to fly around again because we couldn’t land just yet “like I am sorry if I have offended you, that is not what I wanted or my intention to do so. I just don’t see the issue because I am with you. Social media is just a mess in general, I am not going to be fake and start jumping on to post, why. You need to understand you and I are ok and out there, they will try and ruin that. You know I love you right?” nodding my head “I do and I don’t want you to start posting anything, you do what you need to do but like Ally said, it’s nice sometimes. I am not angry at you, or that this is an issue for us. It’s not, just an annoyance I will have to get used to it ok?” Maurice smiled at me “I think Jay hates me” I laughed “I think he does; you need to not put your two piece in their business” Maurice is annoying.

Taking in a deep breath, back home. I am so happy “hello!” seeing this white guy just waving, I think that is Rich, I think the photographer that they wanted Maurice to have “I have missed you guys!!” he shouted, walking off of the jet “does this mean you are going to be with us?” I asked “yes I am, I am staying with you. Marquis orders, but also I am always supposed to be around you both. Maurice!” he shouted, “but we are staying at my mother’?” I said, “oh cool, spare room?” shaking my head “my daughter’ crib?” I retorted “I will take that” is he crazy “waiting for us huh? What is this?” turning around to see Reign and Maurice, she has just woke up “I am part of the family, come on now” I didn’t agree to this, I mean it’s not in my contract  “wait till you see my team, we are getting these shots in” I laughed looking at Maurice “sorry what?” Maurice said “you know what I mean, welcome” making my way to the SUV “shall I get rid of him” overhearing Jay say “no, my dad will not be happy so leave him” climbing into the SUV, so Marquis thinks I am going to let this photographer be everywhere with us.

Rich turned around in the front seat “when you all accept me, I can then start to take great pictures. It’s for your portfolio too, every celebrity has a photographer with them, Maurice I need your log in to Instagram too, you knew this was going to happen. You are taking over the business, and just like Jay is part of the family, so am I. So hi, I am Rich, Richard. I am white, and I am twenty four, and I have no girlfriend. Lost my virginity at nineteen, and that was the last time I ever had it. So hey” I laughed looking out of the window “where did my dad find you? On the streets?” Maurice asked “no, I mean maybe. My parents are pretty known, Marvel people. Let’s not speak on them, so this is my first gig with you guys, I am pretty excited. I just think we never get to speak, you’re always busy for me so this is bonding. I am even moving to New York for you, I am your end all, your everything. Me” he pointed at himself “so your purpose is what?” I asked, “to make the second class Bey and Jay prosper” Maurice and I laughed out “you are funny!” Maurice said while laughing “I try, but I am here to make this family prosper. Keeping it all professional. Including both of your social media. I will handle it mostly for Maurice and sometimes if you want Robyn. But I am here for you both, I mean not like when you get freaky I will be there but if you say you want a sex tape, I can also do that and yes I have signed the disclaimer, everything is here. Your dad has sorted it all out. So what you think?” I think I am going to like him “you’re pretty cute for a white guy, I can’t be mean to him. Those blonde curls on his head, adorable” Rich blushed “oh wow, I mean. If you got friends, then send them to me” he is very funny.

It feels good to be home, I am happy “I just wanted to add anything I do, take pictures of. I will discuss with you all, I will be here and there doing things. But other than that, I won’t annoy any of you at all” he talks a lot “I see, we will see if you don’t get in the way” opening the SUV door “mommy, look at you waiting for me. Oh my god” I can’t be bothered to wait for the driver to open my door “I have been counting the days, hours and minutes. I have missed my daughter” hugging my mother close “I miss you so much mom, I just miss you. I am glad to be back home” my mother’ hugs, they are the best “same, I got your room ready and everything. My baby” moving back from the hug, my mom stared at me in awe “I miss your face around the home” my mom looked me up and down “mother” I stepped back “creep, touching me up for” I laughed “because you’re pregnant, that is why” frowning at my mom “what?” my mom pointed at me “Robbie, come on now. You are pregnant, I know my daughter. Your face, your glow and your body. You are pregnant” I am speechless “Reign! Hello, what happened to your hair, oh my god. Yes, hello Maurice. Welcome back” looking at Reign pulling at her hair as my mom hugged Maurice “my family is all home, so good to see you” could I possibly be pregnant, my mother just saying that and I have been feeling a little like shit about things “who is the white boy?” my mom asked “it’s our new son, we adopted him. Say hi to Richard, he will be staying with us too” I am just taking in what my mom said “Robbie, don’t act so shocked” I shushed my mom “come here, and hello Richard” my mom held my arm “baby this is a good thing, we sometimes never realise things like this” I feel so stupid right now, my mind is just overworking thinking.