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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . SOON I WILL SINK INTO YOU ; — how multiple blue lock boys kiss you.

FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + isagi yoichi

warnings: f!reader, makeout sessions, honestly nothing too bad tho! all characters written 22+ still. note: it’s been a while since i’d written for isagi so i thought i’d include him in this :<

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

it’s lazy the way nagi kisses you, unsurprising given the snowy haired strikers usual slacker attitude but it’s different when he comes to you — he always finds himself wanting to chase more despite the way you make him feel like he’s melting.

it was easy to get him drunk on your kisses, slowly blinking up at you when you pull away like a wordless like plea for more as his head knocks drowsily against your own — chasing the press of your lips and the graze of your tongue along his. it was easy to get lost in makeout sessions with him, comfortable in his lap as he breathes deep into your mouth, whimpering when you suck on his tongue and curl your own around it afterwards.

nagi had never kissed someone before he’d met you but now he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough, not when your hands are curled in his messy hair and his hands are palming and squeezing at your body as he twists into you, panting when his lungs quake with the need to breathe.

“hey, not yet, angel. gimme more kisses, please.” he huffs when you pull away to peck at his lips, making him pout up at you before his chin rests on your chest and he truly looks like a puppy begging for food as his arms wrap around your waist to squeeze. his cheeks are flushed and his normally mused bed head is even worse from your hands but he still leans in immediately when you dip your head to meet him again.

“you’re so greedy, sei.” you giggle before your pressing your lips against nagi’s once more, feeling his large palms graze under the hem of your shirt so he can feel the warm press of your skin against his own as he groans. his movements are slow, languid but there’s a hunger that’s still evident as he pulls you closer — holding you tighter when he feels like you’re about to pull away again as he presses his tongue between your lips, humming at the taste of you that has him feeling drowsy and kiss drunk.

“eh, so. jus’ feels too good, wanna give you more.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

you’d never expected rin to let himself get lost in your kisses as much as he actually does, his stoic exterior always made it seem like he was someone who was always in control of himself — self control especially being something that was so easy for him to maintain.

but it isn’t until he has you against him, greeting him after a long day at practice with your arms around his broad shoulders, does he really feel the cracks showing in his facade. your lips feel like silk against his and the press of your chest, tight against his own makes him feel dizzy before he’s letting his gym bag drop at his feet as he guides you back.

“rin?” you gasp as his hands squeeze at your hips but rin only takes the opportunity to push his tongue between your parted lips, groaning with the first press of your tongue along his own as his brows crumble with need. it’s messy and rushed, he’s drooling like he’s losing his sanity aswell as his control with every heavy breath he takes into the kiss, pushing his name between your lips as he swallows every languid moan that follows after.

“don’t pull away, i’m not done with you yet.”

it catches you off guard but it fills you with anticipation when you suddenly feel your back press against the wall in the hallway, the kitchen counter and any other surface he can cage you against — keeping you pressed against his chest and the space behind you despite the way he refuses to break the kiss, not even to breathe.

rin’s barely said a word despite gruff groans and huffs, it’s like fire lived within his kiss and he had a way of melting every part of you before he’s trailing them down your jaw line, deliberately growling along the sensitive spots in your neck until you’re gasping and scratching at the broad expanse of his shoulders that only have him coming back for more.

“shit, i’m the only one who gets to feel you like this. say it.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

the way sae kissed you was perfect, slender fingers trailing along your jawline before they’re tilting their way underneath your chin — just enough for your gaze to meet his before it drops to your lips and he leans in. every press and twist into you made you feel like putty, feeling his other arm hook around your hips like he was helping to keep you upright.

there was something intoxicating about him, about the way he hums when you open your mouth for him so easily — giving into the press of his tongue and the way it curls and lavs over your own. he kisses you in a way that has your eyes fluttering, lungs quaking when you press yourself closer and you feel his fingers cup gently around your jawline, stroking at your skin as your hands press against his chest.

it was loving, almost romantic when you’re behaving so well for him but sae always did love how obedient you were — giving into his kisses until you’re panting, pulling away to breathe until you feel his hands curl around the back of your neck instead as he gives you a sharp look and a growled “no.” before he’s pulling you back.

that’s when they get more intense, more all consuming as he pulls your arms around his shoulders — groaning when your fingers are in his hair and you feel his hand squeeze at your skin before he’s licking into your mouth. he liked being able to have you like this, to have you gasping his name— completely his for him to devour as his lips move with yours and he kisses you breathless.

only when you’re almost trembling against him does he offer you an inch, pulling away to let his lidded gaze dart along your features as he takes in the sight of you — swollen lips and starry eyes while his fingers dance across your jawline, collarbones, cheeks before he’s swiping his thumb along your lips with a slow hum.

“do you want more? then tell me, sweetheart.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

the way bachira kisses you is enthusiastic, rushed in a way that is so uniquely him as you feel him grin into your lips — he meets you like a hurricane as he returns home, arms outstretched before they’re on you and his lips follow suit as he lets himself feel you. “missed you today, baby. mhm!” he sings despite the way his words are slurred and muffled into the kiss, barely audible to anyone who isn’t you — not that there’s anyone else to hear.

even when you pull away momentarily, he’s already seeking out more — barely out of his shoes at the front door as he tries to drag you back into him, pouting and chuckling as he tilts his head and gives you an exaggerated, sad look. “hey, that’s not a good welcome home kiss, gotta gimme another m’kay?” and who were you to deny the striker when he was so charming, so desperate for the press of your lips as he finally kicks off his shoes and takes another step.

but you can’t deny the way bachira consumes you whenever you’re wrapped in him, feeling him moan and whimper shamelessly with every twist and graze of your tongue — from down the hallway until he’s got you sprawled out on the couch beneath him, grabbing at each other in the hopes you never have to pull away.

it’s only when you’re both breathing deep that he pulls back to smirk down at you, his hair is mused from your hands and he decides to busy himself with a few peppered kisses over your features — quick presses of his lips along your cheeks until you’re giggling and pushing him away as they turn ticklish. “aw c’mon, baby! need to know how much you missed me today, mhm. need a little more still, don’cha think?”

but bachira is so convincing you cant help but pull him back for more, fingers twisting in his dual coloured hair as he presses you deeper into the cushions beneath you and you feel him chuckle against your lips, egging you on like he isn’t meeting you eagerly because hes “thought about you all day, gonna show you how much, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . ISAGI YOICHI

kisses with isagi normally started off soft, he was enamoured by you, always — letting you breathe and press yourself against him as a blush stings at his cheeks, trailing down his neck and chest despite the way his lips move against yours gently. it’s like he’s practiced every touch, there’s still some hesitation — maybe a slight tremble when he touches you but it’s so uniquely him that you can’t help but seek out more.

but you know that your boyfriend has always been adaptable, a genius when it comes to it really — it’s like a switch flicks when he feels the first part of your lips, the first trembled breath against him as you push yourself closer and he feels consumed. a sudden urge to devour like he would on the field and suddenly his grip on you feels tighter — making you feel too warm under your clothes when he twists himself into you.

“is this okay?” isagi gasps despite the way he’s already got you breathless and gasping, licking into your mouth with a neediness than seemed so absent a few moments ago it’s like he’s different now — sucking on your tongue as he groans against you, rough presses of his palms as he pulls you closer and every press of his lips feels like they burn you in the best way as you nod needily.

“do you like this?” he gasps again, his tone is lower this time when he takes a breath, teeth grazing lightly along your lower lip and you can only sink your nails into him to keep yourself grounded as he grumbles — sighing when your hands twist in his hair and it only makes him kiss you deeper, breathless until you’re like putty in his hold with a soft mhm.

but you think it’s insane actually when isagi pulls away and he’s just the same as he was at the start, flushed cheeks and heavy breathes as he sends you a shy grin and scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly — like the rough, ragged part of him was swallowed in that kiss until you lean in again and something dark sparks in his gaze once more as his eyes land on your lips.

“then.. do you think you can handle more?”

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dumplingsjinson · 6 months

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List of random dialogue prompts (pt. 3)

“Truth be told? I miss the times — the me — before I fell in love with you.”

“You know, I can see myself in, on top of, or under you. What do you say?” “I can see you buried six feet under my very feet if you don’t stop joking about this shit with me.”

“Was there a point when you fell out of love with me?” “There was a point when I fell in love with you, but never out.”

“When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

“Right person, wrong time… What if this is the right time? We’re just the wrong people for each other.”

“You have me wrapped around your fingers. Crazy part is, I don’t mind it.”

“Don’t forget this: I made you. I can easily break you if I wanted to.”

“I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You okay?” “No. I need hugs. From you. I need you to hug me.”

“I just wanna fucking get over you so I can be okay again.”

“Stop trying to remind me that you’re still in my life. I’m trying to not think about you, for God’s sake.”

“I wanna kiss you so badly right now but we’re in public and I know you hate public display of affection—“ “I’ll allow you to do it this time.” “Wait… Really?”

“I make shitty decisions and you’re a testament to that matter.”

“I have things to do, and most of them include me trying not to think about you.”

“I’ve never cried because of someone, you know? I didn’t have anyone to cry over. You’re the first, and you’ll also be the last, or so God help me through this embarrassment.”

“Breaking up with me does not mean you had to kick me off your Spotify playlist, you know? Because damn. As much as I’m upset, your list had some bangers.”

“You don’t get to do decide my feelings for you.”

“I’m not bitchless, you fucking dickhead. Take that back!”

“Every little thing reminds me of you, which sucks because you’re not in my life anymore.”

“It’s kinda weird not seeing your name on my phone when I wake up. It’s gonna take me some time to get used to this.”

“I think I knew this wasn’t going to last when I realised it’s not that I trust you. It’s that I don’t care what you do, and who you might be fucking around with.”

“One text from you has me happier than a child whose mother bought them their favourite candy. It’s not okay.”

“I don’t share my Spotify playlist with just anyone. It’s like a secret love language of mine, reserved for those I want to let in. You’re one of them, yet you’re here thinking I don’t feel the same way about you?”

“I dunno, I just… Kinda fell for you.”

“You’re the reason why I fell in love with you. You, as a whole.”

“There are some songs that I can’t listen to anymore, because they remind me of you; of all the times we’ve had together. And it sucks because some of them are great songs. And you fucking ruined them, you asshole.”

“I’m tired of acting like I don’t care, because I do. I fucking do, and that’s what makes this even worse.”

“One thing you should know about me is that I suck at letting go.”

“So you’re telling me I’m supposed to sit here and give a fuck? You couldn’t pay me enough to do that. I have places to be and things to do.”

“You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“You deserve someone better than me—” “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“You ever think about how good we could have been together?” “Yeah. I think about it all the time, and then I remember how badly you fumbled. So yeah, good job.”

“You’re blushing.” “I’m not.” “…Then I guess I’ll have to give you something to blush over.”

“I lost myself while trying to find the good in you.”

“I think it’s comforting that they’re somewhere out there… Even if we never speak again, you know? They were a part of my life, even if it was only for a little while. They made me feel good, even if it was only for a short amount of time.”

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.”

“If we break up, I’d look for you in other people and be reminded that they are not you, and that I’d never find someone like you again. And… I don’t think I can bear the thought of that.”

“I give you permission to break my heart.” “And I give you permission to end me if I ever do break your heart.”

“I have things to do—“ “And I’m one of them.”

“You’re only saying sorry because you want to make yourself feel better, so you can go shove that sweet apology up your ass because it doesn’t mean shit. I hope you continue to feel like shit over what you did, because I’m never forgiving you.”

“I had expectations for someone I knew couldn’t meet those expectations, so that’s my fault for expecting anything from you at all.”

“You? Breaking my heart? It’s funny how you think you even have that power over me.”

“You were like a routine that I loved and it felt… comfortable. But I guess that’s not the case anymore.”

“You fell in love with the idea of someone that wasn’t even real. You fell in love with your own projections. How are you so foolish to think that it would have worked out?”

“I’m fine. Of course I’m fine.” “Everything about this interaction is telling me you’re not fine — not even close.”

“The idea of us was perfect. Blame me for thinking it would turn out into something good and as fantastical as what I made it out to be in my head.”

“Because no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s about to drive me to the very brink of insanity, so if you’ll excuse me for not wanting to be near you, that would great.”

“I would not be who I am today if not for you.”

(pt 1.) | (pt. 2)

#long post #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #angst prompts #smut prompts #prompts #romantic prompts #fluff prompts #writing prompts #suggestive prompts

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bedsyandco · 8 months

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒

🫧 — {fem!reader x jack hughes}

🫧 — established relationsip! set a few years in the future. Reader and Jack are married! Reader is pregnant! Kind of set in Jack's POV I guess.

🫧 — in which Jack's wife is pregnant and a little emotional.

WC — 1.5K

"Babe” Jack whispers.

“Hm?”

“Can you scoot over a bit?” he asks

“I’m on the edge”

He looks over his shoulder, right at the face of his beautiful wife.

“Babe, I find that hard to believe,”

“What?” you ask, a little disoriented.

“There’s no way you’re on the edge when your face is pressed into my back, your legs are tangled with mine and our child is kicking me in the back.”

“But I am,”

“You’re not,” Jack argues.

“You scoot over,”

“I can’t. I’m on the edge of our California King bed that you insisted we get because you didn’t want to touch during the night because you always get too hot. Yet, you’re laying on top of me,”

“I am not,” you complain, nuzzling closer, if that were possible. “Shh go to sleep.”

Jack sighs loudly and says, “I can’t. You’re too hot and our child is kicking me in the back.”

“Yeah well, welcome to my world buddy. Can you stop talking? I'm tired.” you say.

Usually Jack wouldn’t care. He’d deal with it because he loved you and he wanted you to be comfortable, but he needed to get up early tomorrow morning and he really needed a good night’s sleep. Jack was beyond stressed. It felt like he was always 2 seconds away from having a panic attack.

His constant worry about you was driving him insane, but then he also had hockey to think about. The Devils had just lost in the third round of the playoffs. They were so close. Jack wanted nothing more than to win and hold that cup up. But then he realised he was about to hold his baby, and that was an even greater prize.

That was if he didn’t kill you first.

Turning over, you glared at him as he popped his head on one arm, looking over her to the amount of space behind you. “Baby, we could literally fit all my teammates beside you,”

“What does that mean?” you ask frowning

“I’m saying scoot the hell over!” he says, his voice rising. “You’re burning me up!”

“I want to sleep with you,”

“You are, but just give me some space so I don’t die of heatstroke!”

“Ugh, fine.” you say annoyed and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

Jack sighs, shaking his head and lays back down. He could finally breathe, but just as he’s about to fall asleep you say, “I just think it’s messed up that you won’t cuddle with me and I’m carrying your child, which is the reason I’m burning up!”

Jack opens his eyes and takes a deep breath. Here they go again.

“Sweetheart, I love cuddling with you. But I have to be up early to do press and clean out my locker. I can’t sleep through that and I definitely can’t sleep with you burning me up and our child kicking me the whole night. I love you though, you know that right?” Jack asks, looking over at you with a soft smile.

But you were glaring, lips pursed as you glared at him. “Oh yeah, I forgot it’s so hard being Jack Hughes and you need all the sleep you can get. While I can’t sleep a certain way due to the fact that it hurts because I’m the thing your child is sucking the life out of.”

“I thought you loved being pregnant.”

“I do!” you yell and his brows go up. “That’s not the point. I’m just reminding you that I don’t get to sleep or do any of the things that I wanna do anymore, but it’s fine. I’ll sleep all the way over here without the love and support from my husband because he needs to get some sleep. God forbid you don’t get any sleep.” you mumble and Jack wants to laugh. You were being ridiculous. But before he could tell you that, you look over to him and say, “And just a friendly reminder Jack Hughes, when this baby comes, say fucking good-bye to sleep.”

“I guess I should say good-bye to sleep now, because I’m sure as hell not getting any more tonight,” Jack says, holding your gaze.

Your eyes darken a little and Jack swears he’s never seen anyone as beautiful as his wife. Even when you’re a little crazy, hostile, and 7 months pregnant, you were still hot as fuck.

“You got that right, I just wanted to cuddle,” you say rolling away from him again.

When Jack hears you sniff he can’t help but smile. The emotional rollercoaster of a pregnant wife was no joke. Reaching out, he went to cuddle with you, but you smack his hand away.

“I don’t wanna cuddle now,” you mutter

“Fine,” Jack sighs, falling back onto his own pillow. Sometimes he just really couldn't win with you.

“I just want you to know, I did want to cuddle. But that’s gone now.”

“I hear you.” Jack replies.

“And I’m very upset.”

“I got that.” he says with a sigh, rolling on his side to look at you.

“I just don’t think it’s fair. I cook, I clean, I work. And I’m carrying your child.”

“And I appreciate you more than words can ever say.” Jack says sincerely.

“Then you'd cuddle with me!” you say exasperated.

“But baby, I need sleep too. And you’re literally a furnace.”

“Well if you need sleep so badly and I’m too hot and our baby won’t stop kicking you then go sleep somewhere else!” you yell

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Go to the couch”

Surely you were joking. But then you yank the covers off him and pull his pillow from under him, throwing both on the floor. He stands up and goes to pick up his pillow.

“I need sleep and I’m too mad to sleep with you here.” you mutter

“Because I won’t cuddle with you?”

“Yes!” you yell tears streaming down your face.

“Then come here, I’ll cuddle.” he says and ducks when you throw another pillow at his head.

“No! I don’t want to cuddle anymore!” you yell

“Then let’s just go to bed.” Jack mumbles

‘No! I’m mad!”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Jack says with a laugh, and why he would do that would be his last thought.

“Go!” you yell.

“If I go, I’m not coming back tonight.” Jack says

“That’s fine. Maybe tomorrow you won’t mind cuddling your wife and child.”

“Sweetheart, I said let’s cu-”

“I don’t wanna cuddle!” you yell laying your head on the pillow with a sob. “I just wanted you to want to cuddle with me!”

Watching as you cried, Jack sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He picked up his pillow and looked at you one more time. “You sure?”

“Yes. You broke my heart Jack.” you say.

He went to say something sassy back but he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere so instead he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t wanna cuddle because of the blazing heat you were putting off. I love you. Good night.”

When you don't answer, Jack chuckles as he walks out of the room. His girl was so stubborn. Heading to the couch he lays down and stares at the ceiling. Only two more months and maybe he would get his normal wife back. He was lucky that some of the guys on the team had kids and also went through this process. If not he wouldn’t know it was normal for his wife to be completely and utterly irrational about the dumbest things.

Tonight it was cuddling.

Last week, it was because he ate the last oreo.

Next week, it might be because he breathed a little too hard.

Jesus. Two more months. He could do it.

Leaning back on his pillow he closed his eyes, thankful that he chose to spend so much money to get a comfortable couch. He hopes you stopped crying. He hates when you cry. He was tempted to check but he really didn’t want you to bite his head off. Just as he was about to drift off he felt someone beside him.

Opening his eyes, he saw you standing there.

You looked adorable, hair a mess, cute pyjama shorts, cheeks flushed. Wearing one of Jack’s T-shirts that you cropped. It kinda made you look like Winnie the Pooh. Jack still thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Jack?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Can I lie with you?”

Chuckling to himself he scooted over as far as he could to make space for you. As you lay down your stomach presses into his and Jack wraps his arms around you, kissing you cheek.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper.

“It’s okay baby. I’m sorry too.” Jack whispers.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” Jack says kissing you again.

The next morning, when he woke up with a sore back, all he could do was repeat three words over and over.

Two more months. Two more months. Two more months.

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chaoticace2005 · 2 months

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Reasons why I, Husk, will not get involved with the spider demon known as Angel: (now complimentary to Angel's list on why he wanna be fucked by BE WITH Husk)

Literally why would I? He’s so damn fake. And his movies suck. And he talks so damn much.

He’s too damn tall. What am I supposed to do? FLY to kiss him?Note: His annoying older brother is significantly shorter. But TOO short. Also not my type. Not that Angel IS my type.

Alastor wouldn’t like it (but who the fuck cares what some radio bastard thinks)

He’s decorated in hearts. IM decorated in hearts. That’s too many damn hearts.

Shedding.

Too many damn arms. Would probably be a good cuddler and I’d never get out of bed. Leading to both of us being killed by the radio demon.

He’s trying to get into heaven. I’d just mess it up.

Literally has any better option and deserves better.

He’s probably get into my stash and drink me dry.

If we’re both power bottoms at rock bottom how would that work?? (AN: this is just a joke from the song 😂 Husk may not be one)

We’re both under soul contracts. Our lives are messy enough as is.

The princess might explode from happiness.

Niffty’s gone on killing sprees against spiders in the past. Don’t want to get him tangled into that.

Don’t want him to get tangled into ANY of this

I purr around him. I am NOT a cat.

I’m stupidly soft around him. I’m NOT soft.

I’m an addict. He’s trying to recover.

He has a cute pig that eats all my damn cherries.

I don’t want to ruin whatever the fuck we DO have. He’s not his trauma, but there is trauma and I don’t want him thinking I’m using him for sex like everyone else seems to.

I lost the ability to love years ago.

Shitty ass poker face.

Drinks the fruitiest damn cocktails that are honestly an affront to bartending.

Looks TOO good in drag (looks too good in anything.)

Too good a parent to Niffty. Kid will get even more spoiled.

Would I really date someone named ANGEL DUST?

His mafioso brother would probably kill me if shit happened

Sounds too good when speaking Italian

Gives people a way to hurt us.

It's better if I'm a man with nothing to lose. (It might be too late for that now though.)

#stupid hazbin hotel lists #husk being in a state of PANic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk #huskerdust #hazbin husk #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #angelhusk

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straykeedz · 2 months

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it’s lee know hard hours, i’m sorry y’all…. wrecker is wrecking these days so here’s a veeeery short drabble <3 sorry if there’s any typos or something but writing on my phone really sucks shxbdh

[cw: female anatomy ; switch!minho ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; unprotected sex ; aftercare is briefly described]

smut under the cut. minors dni.

i don’t actually see minho as a hard dom in bed, but i do think he would do it to satisfy you, if it’s something you really want. he’s just so utterly in love with you he can’t help but do everything you want, even in bed.

most days, what you do is make sweet love to each other. kisses on each other’s bodies, lips, face. soft words whispered in the still of the night. delicate touches. limbs entangled and bodies pressed together.

but there are some days where you just don’t want to think, where you want to lie on the bed and just take it, take whatever it is that minho has to give you. and he’d do anything and everything for his baby. you want to let go, completely, and you want minho to do the same. you want him to get lost in the feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around him, tightening around his cock and pulling him closer.

there are some days when you just wanna be treated like a slut. you want him to take you, you want to tease him to the point he can’t do anything else but fucking snap and give you what you want.

so he’d press you on the mattress, you laying on your tummy, because that’s what you get for begging him to fuck you roughly. he’d press you on the bed, face down, hips slightly up to give him better access to your pussy while he enters you from behind with his chest pressed flat on your back as he fucks you slow and deep.

“you like it like this, yeah? when i fuck you nice and deep? when i hit all the right spots, yeah?” he growls in your ear, fisting the sheets beneath him as he keeps on rocking his hips to meet yours.

you can’t even answer, too lost in the moment, in the feeling of his sweaty body on yours, on his cock fully sheathed in you, in his husky breath on your cheek, in his fingers entangled in your hair as he pulls it lightly.

there are days when you just minho to make you his.

“‘m gonna make you mine. my kitten. my pretty baby, lyin’ here all nice and cute waiting for me to pump your pussy full of cum. i fuckin’ love you so much,” he growls, and then pulls your hair a bit harder so that you’re forced to turn your head and look at him. “you’re mine. tell me. tell me you’re mine. tell me who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

you clench so hard around him minho almost can’t move.

“of course i’m yours. you know i’m yours. only you can make me feel so good, minho.”

“yeah, you’re right. my baby. my sweet baby. you’re always so nice to me, always so good,” he kisses your lips. “and then at night you just beg for my cock. for me to stuff you full. how did i get so lucky, hm?”

“it’s ‘cause i love you.”

minho grunts. “oh god. say it again,” he starts to fuck you harder. “say you fuckin’ love me as i pump you full of my cum, baby, c’mon.”

and i feel like aftercare with him would be the sweetest. he’d help you clean yourself up, stepping in the shower with you, hugging you as the waters streams down your bodies. and he’d take his time washing your hair, your body. he’d feel so guilty to see you wince in pain when his fingers brush you there, and would definitely pout, scared he hurt you even though he didn’t - the opposite, actually.

“yah. i’ll never be rough again, that’s it. from now on only slow and soft lovemaking. no more rough sex for you.”

“but baby-“

“no buts. ‘m never hurting my baby again.”

but you both know very well that he won’t be able to resist you the next time you’ll kneel in front of him and beg for his cock.

#lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #lee minho hard thoughts #lee minho hard hours #minho hard thoughts #minho hard hours #minho smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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hi my beloved angel could i pls request shinsou + ❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ :33

☆༉ — HITOSHI SHINSOU: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

extension. edging kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. for you my baby!! i hope u like heeem n that i characterised him well!!

it’s not your fault, really.

usually you’re so obedient and good when it comes to hitoshi — he takes care of your needs as long as you behave and listen to him. with him, you cum as many times as you want, cry as loud as you want and your boyfriend will always make sure that you’re satisfied by the end. you’re spoiled in a sense. but today, shinsou seems keen on undoing that narrative.

you’ve lost count of how many hours he’s been going at this, fucking just the tip of his girth into you at a painstakingly slow rate — you’ve tried everything, throwing it back on him, your usual whining, even grovelling, but the hero won’t budge. each time, he runs a hand down your spine affectionately and cherishes the way that your whole body shivers at the contact — only whispering a short.

“be patient, angel,” he says in that low, commanding voice of his. “don’t you wanna be good for me?”

and of course you do, you love hitoshi so much and he treats you so well. it’d only be right for you to trust him, let him abuse your runny little hole with the the fat, achingly hot tip of his dick until he’s the one that’s satisfied. he pushes his hips forward, only just, breaching your gushing walls with hardly any resistance because you’re so wet from being teased but being spoiled all the time breeds bad habits and keeping you on the very edge of cumming like this.

secretively, you slip one of your hands between your salt-slicked body and the bed sheets hitoshi has you bent over, brushing over your rock hard nipples and the sensitive spots along your pelvis before you’re able to reach your puffy pussy. it’s hard to keep quiet when you’re finally able to graze your the poor, unattended nub tucked between your slick folds — drawing lazy shapes over it just like hitoshi would do for you. you attempt to choke down a delicate whimper, stuffing your teary face into the cotton to muffle the louder sounds that start to escape you.

“you sound so needy,” hitoshi breathes, placing a large hand on the small of your back to deepen your arch from behind. he rewards you, for sounding so pretty, he really can’t help it either — giving into his habit as he fucks you halfway down to his twitching length, his arousal bleeding rip nestled just inches shy from your gummy g-spot. “being so good ‘n patient, angel. love it when you’re like this. all pliant and desperate for some cock.”

you wail in reply, writhing and wriggling for more — only to be forced into pleasuring yourself, pinching and rubbing at your clit in tune with shinsou’s shallow thrusts past your rippling entrance. he soothes you, rubbing circles into your hip dips as he whispers little praises like “just a little longer. “you’re doing so well for me sweetheart.” “i can’t wait until i get to fill you up.”

that is until he feels your sly little hand brush against this muscular inner thigh, while you attempt to get yourself off. one moment, you’re on the verge of finally hitting release, the next, all of that mounting and heavenly pleasure is ripped away from you by hitoshi’s discovery.

“toshi!” you snivel desperately, trying to appeal to his gentler side when he pulls out of you completely — exposing your hot cunt to cool air as you pulse around nothing. “p-please, please ‘m sorry!”

he sucks his teeth, three fingers coming down harsh on your sopping mound which causes you to jolt forward on the bed in suprise. “oh, I don’t think you are.” he seethes cruelly, throwing his weight over your trembling body while he licks a wet trail up and behind your ear. “if you were, you wouldn’t be trying to fuck yourself while i’m spoiling you with my cock.”

okay, so maybe it is your fault.

shaking your head, you try to wriggle away — your hips running from the sudden and relentless pressure shinsou applies to your greedy clit from behind. “i p-promise! i am, ‘m so sorry. hnngh, ‘toshi ‘m gonna cum! t-too fast!”

“don’t care.” the purple haired hero grunts, only speeding up. “you wanted to cum so bad? instead of being a good girl and waiting for me?” nipping at your earlobe, shinsou chuckles coyly and smacks a hand down on your pussy again. “now you’re complaining about it being too fast? well too fucking bad. you get what you give, angel.”

shinsou’s threat should scare you, but it only serves to turn you on even more — clear streams of your arousal painting his thick fingers against your heat like a sugar glaze.

“d-do it, i dare you.” you manage to bleat out, challenging him.

the laugh your boyfriend lets out is both cold and amused, overlapped by the squelch of your princess cunt as he replaces what used to be his heavy cock with his fingers inside of you. curling them straight away.

“challenge accepted, sweetheart.” shinsou grins, pumping in and out of you so fast you hardly realise that you’ve hit your first orgasm until it’s too late — squirting about the place and soaking the sheets. “but this time, you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up.”

#shinsou x reader #shinsou smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha thirst #mha smut #mha x reader #shinsou thirst #shinsou x you #bnha x you #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou smut #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚char.🐾

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apclyptc · 5 months

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LONG DAY— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis: after a stressful, busy day, chris can think of nothing better to unwind than have a taste of you.

warnings: smut obv, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, idk what else really

foreword: as requested by the poll results, here is munch chris!

it was 7:02pm. just over an hour since chris was meant to be home. he briefly mentioned in his messages earlier in the day that he did not want to leave the house today because of his busy schedule.

you and chris didn’t have an established relationship yet. it was a mutual agreement, of sorts, that you could both get what you wanted out of the other with no feelings attached, and that you were free to see other people.

that being said, neither of you had seen other people.

you were about to shoot him a text asking if he wanted you to wait at his apartment for him, but your plan was interrupted by his key scrambling into the lock.

“hey, i was just about to text yo- mmph!” chris wasted no time to collide his lips with yours, imbuing the kiss with desperation upon contact. his hands quickly roamed over your body, not staying in one place for long.

chris walked you backwards, pressing your back into the arm of the couch.

you momentarily broke the kiss to speak, “nice to see you too.” panting, you took this short time to get a look of the man starving for your touch.

his eyes were low, breath hitched and heavy. the eyes that bore into yours, scanned over your body, as he swiped his tongue over his slightly swollen lips.

“i’ve had a long day. take off your clothes.” he spoke with a low pitch that made you shiver deliciously.

“at least take a girl out to dinner first.” you joked, all the while following the order he had given you.

you peeled your shirt off of your body and over your shoulder, making quick work of the buttons on your pants. chris, impatient as he is, pulled your pants completely off and absentmindedly threw them behind him, pushing your legs apart as his head lowered.

“i am hungry,” chris licked a stripe up the fabric of your underwear, causing you to suck in a breath, “just wanna taste this pussy.”

as quickly as he said the words, the way he yanked down your underwear and attached his mouth to your already aching clit, was somehow quicker.

you gasped at the sudden feeling, him giving sloppy kisses to your cunt.

“ohhh my god,” you moaned breathlessly at his tongue delving into your folds.

you reached a hand down to his hair, tugging when his nose brushed your clit, which made him moan into you.

the vibrations sent you a new wave of pleasure, bucking your hips impossibly closer to his face.

he pulled away for a moment, “you taste so good, baby.” and before you could even process the lack of his tongue pressed against you, he was back to it.

chris felt his cock throb within the confines of his steadily tightening pants, but he was too lost in the pleasure of your cunt to even think about his own release. in fact, he could probably cum just from this.

this, the desperation of your back arching into him, the sound of your whines growing in volume, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“i’m so close, don’t stop,” you practically screamed, knowing that any second now he was going to pull away to tease you and deny you of an orgasm.

but when that time never came, you gave him a second warning.

“chris, i’m gonna cum, i’m–”

“what are you waiting for? cum on my face.” he said between wet kisses to your pussy.

you weren’t going to be told twice, and his words guided you quickly to an orgasm.

just when you had caught your breath and looked down at the man in between your legs, his face covered in your slick, he inserted a long finger inside of you, pushing the cum that had spilled out back inside of you.

chris grabbed your thighs with rough hands and you watched as his head dipped back down to your clit, sucking on it once more. he wasn’t done, wasn’t finished feasting on you like it was his last meal.

his finger had began to pick up speed inside of you, pumping in and out whilst his tongue continued to stimulate you.

“fuck, ‘s too much!” you cried, tears forming at your eyes from the pleasure.

“you can take it.” he replied simply, completely pussy-drunk. he could do this for hours.

you came again, much quicker than the orgasm that came before.

you weren’t sure how much more you could take, because you knew he wasn’t through with you yet, but he rose from his place at your core to reconnect his soaked lips to yours.

you could taste your own arousal on his mouth as he kissed you with nothing but pure desire.

“i can’t stop once i eat that pussy, baby. love it when you cum on my mouth, fuck.” he groaned, grinding his rock solid dick onto your thigh.

your cunt throbbed at the words, wanting to feel him despite hardly being able to hold yourself up.

“please fuck me, i need it.” you begged, sliding your hand across his sweatpants and squeezing slightly.

“yeah?” he crawled over your body, resting his weight on his elbows, “you can handle another round? you gonna cum again?” he asked rhetorically, but you nodded frantically anyway.

“okay, take it out.” he shoved his clothed dick onto you, gesturing for you to take what you need.

you reached your hand under the waistband of his boxers, pulling out his cock and giving it a playful stroke.

chris took over, pulling down his pants to his knees and aligning himself with your weeping cunt.

and without warning, he slammed into you.

the delicious squelch of your slick walls welcomed him in and he groaned loudly at the feeling.

“fuck, you hear that? this slutty little pussy all wet for me?” he thrusted in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, any leftover stress melting away.

“mmm, so good, so good!” you babbled, the overstimulation limiting your words and making your voice hoarse.

you clenched around him, and he threw his head back in bliss. you were so warm, so-

“so tight, sucking me in.” he moaned, whimpering slightly. he was already so close.

“oh, fuck!” you whined, the knot once again unravelling.

chris felt a flush of warmth spread over his cock, and he knew you finished again.

you clenched around him over, and over, and over, until the coil snapped and he spurted ropes of pearly cum inside of you. when he pulled out with a shaky sigh, his dick was coated in a mixture of both his and your release.

chris reached down to place a kiss on your forehead, before tucking his softening dick back into his pants and collapsing on top of you.

“thank you.” he muttered into your shoulder.

“i guess you really needed that.” you smiled weakly, all of your stamina gone.

“yeah. like i said, it’s been a long day.”

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a/n: this is FILTHYYYYYYY. i tried. lowkey feel like this was kinda shitty but we good. hope u enjoyed!

#chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo smut

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yoditopascal · 10 months

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What It Is

❝Every good girl needs a little thug.❞

miguel o’hara x afab spider!reader

summary: Miguel makes sure you know he’s listening

inspired by @cottonconnielvr ‘s city girl gf piece and that one song by doechii ✨ Minors DNI

Miguel was pissed. He was just coming back from a mission with you, a mission where so much could have been avoided if you had just shut the fuck up and listened to him!

"Spider-Man is supposed to help those who can’t help themselves, are you telling me not to do my job Miguel?” You argued, crossing your arms over your chest as you stopped in front of him. He tried maneuvering around your little frame but you continuously blocked his path. He was going to listen to you whether he wanted too or not

“Just fucking drop it, ok, I don’t have time to go over all the little shit about the multiverse again with you, I really don’t” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, I won't drop it! I’m so sick of you and your stupid rules! Who says that the multiverse can’t adapt and change?” You asked

“Dios mio I don’t have time for this” he sighed again maneuvering past you as you stomped behind him

“Just shut the fuck up and listen for a second!” Miguel paused in his step and turned to face you looking at you like you had grown a second head or in this case lost your mind.

“You really wanna take up that tone with me right now mama?” He asked stalking up to you with a bit of a saunter in his step.

“You’re still not listening to me!” You shouted looking up at him, not faltering in your resolve even for a second.

“Oh I’m listening babygirl” Miguel sneered as he towered over you.

You had no idea how you found yourself where you are now. Back arched, leaning over Miguel with his cock buried snug in your tight pussy but you definitely weren't complaining at the moment.

Throwing yourself down onto his cock again you moaned as you rode him into the mattress.

His claws dug onto your flesh as he gripped your hips thrusting up into you at a feral pace.

“It’s too much Miguel!”

He fucks you until tears leak from your eyes but doesn’t stop once you’ve started to soak both him and the bed.

“I can feel you falling apart around me baby” he panted in your ear as he sits up pulling you tight to his chest not letting up on his relentless pace.

“Let me hear you. You had so much shit to say earlier let’s hear it nena, I’m listening.” He teases as he continues his assault, he groaned, watching your face contort in pleasure as you clumsily tried to keep up with his pace.

Your hip movements turned feverish as your stomach tightens, Miguel feels it too. You’re oh so close. Your moans became muffled against his neck as you felt the coil explode, goosebumps prickling your skin as you shook violently against him.

“I know baby, I know.” He cooed rubbing your back and sides as you cried out, eyes glazed over with fresh tears.

He paused for a second to give you a minute but literally only for a minute before he was back all over you kissing and sucking down your neck and breasts before his lips found your ear

“We’re not done yet cariño.”

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x black reader

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borathae · 6 months

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"He asked for two things. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, winter holiday!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, he makes her cum against her will (with consent obviously), and she gives him some spanks as "punishment", that's the only rougher part 'cause otherwise this story is very soft, he dresses up for her in a jockstrap & leather harness, he also wears bunny ears & a tail buttplug, emotionally intense love making, Lotus position, pegging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him slut but in an adoring way, loving dirty talk, voice kink, rimjob, face sitting, oral (f.receiving), 69nin, handjob, nipple play & sucking for both, nipple clamps with chains + choker, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), his orgasms are very intense, he's deep in subspace, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky

Wordcount: 8.5k

a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy and i wanna coddle him and love him and give him all the attention in the world! my cutie pookie :( enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍 ps: these are two ideas from Kinktober 22 which i turned into one ruining smut :(

You and Jungkook were on vacation. It was a cold destination this time around. Canada in the winter. Jungkook rented a cozy wooden lodge with a view of the mountains and lakes. The bedroom was located at the best spot of the house with one wall being entirely made out of glass and a view of the starry sky. You could also close the blinds, so you and Jungkook have been sleeping in on most days.

Work has been left behind in Seoul. Jungkook didn’t even take his work phone nor laptop with him and you didn’t even think twice about packing your study books.

You have been neglecting each other lately, not willingly, but because life is stressful and cruel. So you swore to each other to make this holiday about two things. Nourishing your relationship and relaxing. Both things have been going splendidly.

You sleep in, cuddle and make out, go for breakfast in the resort’s restaurant, either go skiing or use the resort’s thermal spas and then let the evening play out however you feel like.

Tonight you felt like going to bed with a good horror book and Jungkook felt like using the bathtub. The book is amazing. It’s scary and totally captivates you.

The bedroom door opens, in steps Jungkook.

“I’m back.”

You don’t notice him at first as the book completely engrosses you.

Jungkook struts to your side of the bed and stops.

“Hello”, he coos.

No reaction from you. You are completely lost.

He huffs out air and pouts. He really wants your attention.

He tries by calling your name, then your petname. Both don’t work.

“Mommy?” he tries next, tapping your shoulder.

“Yes Bunny?” your attention is on him instantly. You look at him, “oh wow.”

Jungkook is wearing a skin-tight jock strap in white which truly accentuates the shape of his dick. He paired it with a white leather torso harness and a pair of nipple clamps. Silver chains are tangling from them, connecting with a white leather collar which he seemed to have pulled tight enough that he naturally holds his head high.

“Bunny…” you choke out, placing the book aside without bothering to use a bookmark. Yes, this is how truly mesmerised your sweet husband has you.

A pair of floppy bunny ears is tangling from his head. Jungkook turns for your viewing pleasure, revealing his plump buttocks and the fluffy bunny tail between them. Judging from its position, it’s attached to a buttplug.

“Holy shit Bunny, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you gasp and get on your knees, reaching for him greedily.

Jungkook turns again, allowing you to pull him closer by his waist.

“Bunny. Oh my god, Bunny.”

He giggles, pulling a little pose.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Of course I like it. I, I fucking love it. Holy shit, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you babble, running your hands all over him. His hips, his waist and stomach, his sides and chest, his arms and shoulders. You can’t get enough of him.

Jungkook tingles from the touches, watching you with half-lidded eyes. This is the kind of attention he wanted from you. All of it and all of it and all of it. He’s so greedy for it.

“You look so handsome. Oh Bunny. Is that what you were up to? Did you even take a bath?”

“No”, Jungkook confesses and snickers, “I lied so I could prepare the surprise.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneaky Bunny. I never would have figured. Gosh look at your ears”, you say, playing with them carefully, "I’m gonna burst, this is the cutest thing ever. You’re my actual Bunny now."

“Mh-hm I am”, Jungkook says, and gets on bed. He does a little bunny jump, making you laugh with it. He laughs himself, doing it again with a cute butt wiggle at the end.

“You’re too adorable. Oh my goshyoucutieyou”, you lull your words as you press them out through gritted teeth. You squish his cheeks, frowning deeply, “I’m gonna squish you to death”, you growl, acting as if you were squeezing his face even if you apply not an ounce of pressure. The cuteness aggression is hitting you hard. You love this man so abysmally much that you are angry.

“Mommy, stop it”, Jungkook giggles, stubbing your palm with his nose.

“No, you stop it. You’re so handsome and cute that it’s making me mad.”

“No Mommy, don’t be mad at me”, Jungkook pleads and pouts.

“You’re so cute. Fuck, I’m done for”, you say, dropping into your pillow with your arm thrown over your eyes, “I need a minute. You’re too much.”

Jungkook feels so good that it gets difficult to stay still in one place. He wants to bounce around and giggle. It feels so good to be your husband!

Jungkook loves your attention so much. You give the best reactions to his surprises. Jungkook always imagines how you may react to them, but then you always surpass it. He won’t ever grow tired of being your only center of attention and praise and heart eyes. All of it. Jungkook wants all of it.

He bounces on the mattress in little movements, closing in on you that way until he can climb on your lap and place his hands on each side of your head.

You drop your arm from your eyes, looking up at him. The bunny ears tangle, the chains of the nipple clamps do as well. The contrast between his cute headgear and the sexy nipple accessories makes you weak in the knees. And that says a lot because you are currently lying down.

You reach up and twirl the chains. Jungkook shifts, feeling the slight tug. It tingles like crazy.

“What am I supposed to do with you, mhm?” you speak to him in your fond Dom voice.

Jungkook loves this voice so much, fighting the urge to moan like you trained him to do. Not willingly of course, but Jungkook realised that whenever you talk in this voice and he makes pretty sounds, you praise him even better.

“You’re looking so cute with your little bunny ears, but then you're dressed like such a slut.”

Jungkook moans softly, arching his back.

“See? That’s what I mean. You’re such a cutie and yet you’re such a slut”, you coo and tug on the chain.

“Mommy”, Jungkook is arching his back again, sticking out his butt.

“Mhm, Bunny? What do you want me to do with you?”

“Peg me.”

“Peg you? Is that why you're wearing a pretty tail for me?”

“Yes, Mommy. I, I cleaned out and then prepared myself for you”, he says and climbs off your lap just to turn around and show off his butt this way. He is resting on his feet, sticking out his butt as best as possible. He wiggles his hips, looking over his shoulder.

“Mhm look at you. The tail fits you so well Bunnybaby.”

“It’s really deep, but not as deep as your cock could go”, he says and turns back to you. He sits in perfect posture, tilting his head to the side, which forces his bunny ears to flop cutely. He runs his hands up your body until he can rest them on each side of your head. He lowers himself, letting his pretty eyes run over your face, “I want your cock so bad, Mommy.”

You twist the sheets and speak through gritted teeth, “the things I want to do to you, holy shit.”

“Mommy…” Jungkook sighs and chases you. You tilt your head up, meeting him in the middle. The kiss feels so good to both of you. Moans mix with each other, lips know exactly how to move and your fingers dig into his dainty waist instantly. He fits so perfectly between your hands. His skin is soft and warm while the leather straps of the harness are rough. The contrast drives you crazy. He feels so fucking good to hold.

Jungkook mewls into your mouth. He lowers himself to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. His fingers shift from the pillow to the crown of your head, giving you a gentle yet greedy massage. Your touch feels so good. Jungkook became so needy as he prepared himself for you and now his skin is extra sensitive. He hopes that you never stop touching him.

You run your fingers from his waist to his buttocks, feeling them up greedily. The jockstrap pushes them up and makes them feel extra plumb. You need to squeeze them. Once. Twice. The desire is too big. You land a little spank with both hands. Just harsh enough that his butt wiggles.

Jungkook squeaks and flinches, breaking the kiss with a shy giggle.

“Mommy”, he gasps, scrunching his nose.

“My Bunny”, you rasp, gazing up at him as your fingers knead his buttocks, “my pretty, sexy Bunny.”

“Yeah, I’m your Bunny”, he says and cups your cheeks to pull you back into the kiss.

You allow him gladly, giving him a chance to think that he is controlling the kiss. He’s so good in showing you the tempo and level of passion he currently needs. You can busy yourself with feeling him up. That’s so much more fun either way. You intentionally leave out his tail for now, knowing that this will make him impatient in the long run. And when Jungkook gets impatient, he becomes a whiney, squirmy mess and you love that state of his'. You dance your hands to his hips and up his waist. Just to the middle of it, then you run them to his back to feel up the harness there. The straps and metal hooks are so hard in contrast to his soft, perfect body.

You linger especially long on the spot where four straps meet and create a small opening in the middle of them. It exposes Jungkook’s spine and you can’t stop tracing it and scratching his skin on each side of it.

Jungkook breaks the kiss after a few seconds, sighing his words, “this feels so good.”

“You’re so soft there.”

“Oh god”, he shudders, pressing himself closer, “Mommy, I want to be treated gently tonight.”

You smile, running your fingers to his neck just so you can play with his undercut.

“You’re my precious prince, Bunny. You can get whatever you want.”

“Then I want to be fucked and loved and, and get all your attention.”

“You’re already getting loved, Bunny”, you whisper, swirling your fingers to his shoulders, “and you’ve got all my attention”, you add as you feel up his choker until you reach the hook where the nipple chains connect with it.

“Then I want more. More and more”, he says, rolling his hips on your lap, “oh god”, he chokes out, chasing your lips. He is still talking as he is kissing you, resulting in messy, amazing kisses, “I’m imagining that your strap’s already there, Mommy. I want to be filled with you so bad.”

“You’re so greedy”, you chuckle fondly, kissing him back with your heart racing unbearably. Sometimes you wonder if there will ever come a day where it will beat a little less for him. You always come to the conclusion that there won’t ever come such a day. On the contrary, day by day, your heart is racing faster and faster for this man.

You trace the chains until you reach the clamps. You outline them, going slow and careful to make sure you remember the feel of them and get him squirmy in the process. And it works. Oh it works too well. Just moments later and Jungkook arches his back to get closer to your touch. The passionate kiss breaks because he needed to be whiney.

“My nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, Bunny”, you coo, flicking the small hoop which connects the chain to the clamps.

“Please touch them. I, I made the clamps tight for you.”

“For me?” still no touch. Just gentle play with the chains to give him a little stimulation.

“Yes to, ah”, he chases your lips, speaks as he does, “to make my nipples swollen for you.”

“You’re such a good boy, Bunny”, you praise, touching his waist. You give him a little push, forcing him to scoot back on your lap so you could sit up. He is taller than you like this, looking down at you with big, sparkly eyes and his hands on your shoulders.

You give him a fond smile and tug him closer, lowering your lips to his right nipple.

“Oh my god”, Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his mouth. Like this, his arm cages in your head, giving you a sense of comfort. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning into his hand.

The nipple clamps grip most of his dainty nipples, leaving your mouth their very tip to explore. You don’t mind. This part has always been the most sensitive for Jungkook and you can wiggle your tongue between parts of the clamps as well to explore his heated up nipple.

His hips are squirmy on your lap, his back keeps chasing you in small arches.

You abandon his right nipple for the sake of his left. You don’t want it to feel left out. Jungkook wants all your attention and you are hellbent on giving it to him.

“Mommy, oh my god, you feel so good”, Jungkook moans, dropping his hand from his mouth to instead cradle the back of your head. He slings his other arm around you, hugging you gently. He buries his nose in the crown of your head, giving you small kisses between his needy moans. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

His cock is so hard in the jockstrap, his hole keeps clenching around the tail plug and reminding him how needy he is. Your tongue is lapping at his nipple, your lips are kissing it. You change between his left and right, making him wish that he could melt with you. It feels so good.

“Thank you, Mommy. You make me feel so good”, he mewls, trembling blissfully.

His tail keeps poking your lap. You can’t feel its fluffiness as you are wearing sweats. It’s getting harder and harder to stay clothed. His body is burning up and it is torture not to feel his skin against yours.

“Shit, Bunny”, you lull against his chest, lapping at his nipple greedily, “I wanna feel your skin on mine. It gets so hard not to.”

“I can help you undress.”

“You’re such a good boy”, you croak and kiss his nipple one last time because then you lift your head and arms, “do it quickly.”

Jungkook follows obediently. He takes off your jumper, working carefully in order not to hurt your face. He throws it on the floor, letting his eyes run over the white tank top you are wearing. You are going braless and the top is cut in a way which makes your tits look especially pretty. Your nipples are poking through the material, making Jungkook gulp.

“Yes, the tanktop too”, you say, pulling him back to reality.

“Sorry, your tits look so good in the top”, he mumbles in a raspy voice and begins undressing you. It’s the voice he gets when you affect him deeply in a way other than your touches. When your looks and body mesmerise him and drive him crazy, he talks in this deep, raspy voice. You’re obsessed with it.

He throws the top on the floor and cups your breasts instantly, playing with your nipples gently. His palms feel warm and his skin soft. Jungkook has the most perfect hands, manly yet with the most tender of skin. His touch feels so good.

“Mommy, you’re so pretty”, he is back to whining. How adorable.

“Thank you, Bunny. You’re making me feel so good right now”, you say, arching into him.

“So pretty”, he whispers and leans down to suck on your nipples. He doesn’t stay on one for too long, sucking and licking them eagerly. It feels fantastic. His mouth is so incredibly warm and wet.

“Bunny, my pants”, you are sighing the words, ending it with a breathy chuckle, “focus for me, come on.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I love your nipples so much”, he says, kissing your neck as an apology. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access. He is purring as he kisses you, suckling on your skin every now and then to really make it tingle.

“You’re too greedy, Bunny.”

He giggles shyly, “sorry”, he mumbles, earning himself a little buttocks squeeze and a fond chuckle. He lifts his lips from your neck, crawling off your lap to take off your sweats. You lie down for it to make it easier for him, watching him with fond eyes.

Jungkook throws your sweats on the floor as well, running his eyes over your exposed body.

“Wow”, he whispers, touching your thighs, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunnybaby”, you say fondly, wiggling your head into a more comfortable position. Like this, you are resting on two pillows, allowing you to see him better, “get on my lap and turn around for me.”

He follows without hesitation. He is resting on all fours, giving view to his bubble butt and the white fluffy tail between his buttocks.

“Closer.”

He listens, shimmying up your body until his knees are resting on each side of your waist and his toes almost touch your arms.

“There we go, I gotta really bask in you”, you praise, “the tail looks so real”, you say.

“I feel so pretty with it”, he confesses, gasping softly when he feels your fingertips dance up his inner thighs.

“You are so pretty with it, Bunny”, you say, feeling up the jockstrap on the spot where his balls meet his taint. He’s so hot to the touch.

Jungkook twists the sheets, moving his butt closer to you in reaction. The touch is just one small change away from where he needs it most. He is so desperate for more.

You touch the tail, give it a gentle squeeze and a little flick with your fingers.

“So soft”, you say and laugh softly, “shit, it’s so cute how it’s just sitting there.”

“When you touch it, I feel it move”, he says and moans, “please Mommy, don’t tease me please.”

You wiggle his tail, making him press out another plea for more. He’s so pretty when he begs.

“Such a pretty tail”, you coo and grab it, “can Mommy take it out?”

“Yes Mommy, please”, he allows you, clenching his hole in excitement.

“It’s a shame to take it out though. You look so pretty with it”, you say and tug on it, purring in enjoyment when the plug starts slipping out without resistance. He’s so good for you, “no clenching. You’re seriously the best boy”, you say, rewarding him with a slow fuck. There’s the smallest natural resistance whenever you reach the girthiest part at the bottom, but it’s barely noticeable. Jungkook is stretched out so well for you.

“Oh god”, Jungkook gets out, placing his hands on your shins and arching his back. The plug is big enough that you are fucking it against his prostate and it feels like heaven to him. When he walked, he felt the plug shift inside him and said sensations continued as he sat on your lap and made out with you. It resulted in his prostate slowly getting more sensitive and for the current slow fuck to feel almost unbearable.

“It feels so good”, he moans, dropping his head. His floppy bunny ears tangle weakly, showing just how ruined you’ve got him.

“Come closer for me.”

Jungkook obeys.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise and reward him by pulling out the plug. His hole gapes for a second, before fluttering closed. Lube squeezes out and runs down to his balls, soaking the jockstrap in the process.

“Please back”, Jungkook begs, clenching his greedy hole. He spent so long being plugged up, that having nothing inside feels like agony.

“You weren’t lying, Bunny. This plug is huge”, you rasp, eyeing it hungrily. It is the perfect hybrid between plug and dildo. Three inches in length, shaped just like a cock with veins and a bulbous head, it ends in a girthy base and a smaller shaft where his rim sits. The white fluff of the tail is soaked in lube where it was pressed against his hole, “that must have made you so desperate. Mhm, Bunny?”

“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back to get closer to you, “please, Mommy don’t tease me please.”

“You’re cute”, you say and place the toy aside. You grab his buttocks and use your grip to pull him onto your face.

“Ah!” he squeaks, lifting himself quickly, “sorry!”

“You did the right thing. Fucking sit on me again”, you order him, tugging him down.

“Oh go-god”, he falls with a shaky moan, squeezing his thighs around your waist when his hole presses down on your tongue, “Mommy, thank you….”

You are sticking out your tongue, wrapping your arms around his middle to move his hips for him. His hole is grinding on the flat of your tongue, getting cleaned from the lube whilst at the same time burning up in pleasure. He tastes artificially sweet at first until his natural taste begins to linger on your tongue. You love it like nothing else, licking him greedily.

“Mommy”, he moans, falling into pleasure he thought never to experience. Which is quite ironic to say because you made him sit on your face a million times before. He should know how it feels to ride your face and yet he still can’t ever believe that it is happening when it does. It always feels like the first time, leaving him dizzy and short of breath.

“Fuck”, your growl vibrates against his sensitive rim, “you taste so good”, you get out and pull him back down, tightening your arms around him as your tongue begins lapping at his hole. It sounds wet and sloppy, feels like paradise.

Jungkook has to gasp and tremble. His hands slip from your legs against his will, forcing him to catch balance in the sheets. He grabs them and twists them, choking out your name while his nose scrunches up in pleasure. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing that they are so quick to shake, but it feels so good.

“I can’t get enough of you”, your voice is like electricity against his hole. It’s moments like this, when Jungkook is reminded that he has the biggest kink for your voice. He clenches his hole rhythmically, feeling you growl into him. His clenching intensifies, forcing you to break away, “relax for me. Come on, be my good boy.”

He obeys instantly. He can’t be a bad boy when you’re talking like this. You slip your arms from his middle and place your hands on each of his buttocks, using the leverage to pull him apart. His hole – once so dainty and small – opens up and exposes itself to you. His rim looked so tiny at first, but reveals its true readiness the farther you part him. Jungkook sighs and trembles, letting you know how good it feels to be so freely exposed. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about being so vulnerably open in front of you. As a matter of fact, it turns him on to be that exposed.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking pretty”, you lull, inspecting his pretty hole greedily.

It flutters at the praise, his breathy voice whispers a weak “Mommy”. It feels so good to be exposed to you. It feels so, so good.

“Lower yourself for me, pretty boy”, you order and stick your tongue out.

Jungkook obeys, letting out a whimper when it results in his stretched out hole to slip down on your tongue. He tries so, so hard not to clench in reaction even if the rest of his body tenses up. He always tenses up when the pleasure overwhelms him. It’s the only way to remotely control how you make him feel.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers, gasping for air repeatedly while his eyes widen and stare at the ruffled sheets. He is getting fucked by warm, wet tongue. His eyes go out of focus, his head tilts back slightly, “Mommy…holy fuck”, he breathes.

You growl, nodding your head as your praise. He comes into contact with your nose, squishing it slightly. Breathing gets difficult, but it’s so worth it when it means that Jungkook is whimpering and trembling above you.

You wiggle your tongue, enjoying the tightness of his rim greedily. He stretches so well around you, squeezing you in the best way.

“Mommy, I need to- ah!” he moans loudly, shuddering in ecstasy, “I h-have to be loud, I’m s-sorry. Ah!”

You let him know that this is what you want from him by moaning gutturally and giving his hips a small push to show him that you want him to move. Jungkook obeys without hesitation, fucking his hole on your tongue in small movements up and down.

And as he fucks his soft hole on your tongue, he keeps being loud. His fingers keep twisting the sheets and his head can’t decide whether to roll back or tangle weakly. One second he is throwing it back until it gets too much and he drops it again. It forces his bunny ears to flop all over the place, making him look so adorable.

Not that you can currently see. Your vision is blurred, as are your thoughts. He tastes so good, smells even better. There is nothing better in this world than Jungkook. All of him, every single inch, drives you crazy. You let him fuck himself on your tongue until your lungs protest for air and only then you guide him off of you. Your tongue flops out, his hole clenches desperately. Spit covers your face messily, but you couldn’t give two shits. Not when you need him so fucking bad.

You make up for the loss of contact by sucking and kissing at his rim, flicking your tongue over his sensitive parts as you pant for air.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, Jungkook is chanting. His head keeps tangling. Any other position was too exhausting. His thighs are squeezing you so much that it hurts just a little.

“Bunny, mhm Bunny”, you growl, pulling him closer even if he protests at first. It is instinct. He doesn’t want to squish you.

“P-please I’ll suffocate you”, he stutters, furrowing his brows as a squeaky moan leaves him. You are trying to fuck your tongue back into his hole, going obsessively rough with it. It gets him so wet, both his hole and his pretty little dick. There is a wet stain on his jockstrap by now. Jungkook can feel the cool air of the room turn it colder than the rest of the fabric. He wants to cup his cock and rub it, but he holds back because he has to twist the sheets instead.

“Please I’m too, too heavy.”

“Shut the fuck up mon amour, I ain’t made of glass”, you spit in what you lovingly call your street-days-dialect, “fuckin’ sit on me wit’ yo’ pretty hole. Make Mommy happy.”

Jungkook feels even the last piece of his sanity crumble. He can handle a lot, but he can’t handle it when you get aggressive with him. He always wants to be a gentleman with you and then you tell him to be quiet and act up. Jungkook gives up, letting you win the fight and therefore pull him down on your face.

You growl into him, making the wettest love to his little hole while your fingers dimple his inner thighs.

Jungkook mewls softly and shudders. His strength forsakes him. He falls to his elbows, resulting in his hole to leave your mouth for just a moment until you pull him back again. You keep lifting your head to meet him, anger fucking his hole with just your tongue. You soothe the punishment with wet kisses and sloppy licks. Jungkook swears that you are currently rewriting his definition of pleasure with just your tongue.

“Mhm”, his voice sound so pretty when he moans, “mhm, mhm, mhm…ah, aha.”

And he can’t stop doing it. He breathes heavily, gasps, moans and hums and you soak up every little sound of him as your starved mouth feasts on his hole.

His jockstrap can barely contain his cock by now. His velvety tip has already slipped out at the side, dripping onto your chest in a constant rhythm. You can feel the wet mess by now. From all the wiggling and squirming you are doing as you eat him out, it has smeared all over your tits by now, covering parts of your nipples as well. You can also feel the warmed up chains of his nipple clamps dance over your tummy as Jungkook keeps shaking above you.

You slide your right hand from his inner thigh and touch his cockhead.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs around you, almost kicking you in the face as his foot twitches in surprise. He drops his head into your thighs, forcing his hot breath to soak your panties.

“I’m close”, he gets out, mouthing at your clothed pussy, “oh god, I can’t hold it for long. Ah!”

“Shit Bunny”, you tilt your head back, giving yourself a chance to speak. Your hand is back on his right thigh, edging him “we gotta stop this or I’ll keep going until I’ve got you cumming.”

“That, that wouldn’t be bad”, he stutters, chasing you while his fingers try to tug your panties to the side, “please, Mommy”, he begs and drags his tongue through your folds. He couldn’t help himself. The scent of your warm, wet pussy was in his nose and it is so close to his mouth, “please”, his voice sends vibrations through you.

“Fine, fuck”, you lick your lips, rolling your hips up as his tongue keeps lapping at you, “I can keep going or I’ll fuck you. You decide.”

Jungkook lets out the first sob of the evening. Even now – when you sound so ruined by all of this – you find strength in yourself to tease him and mess him up. You are so cruel without even doing anything. Jungkook wants to keep sitting on your face so fucking bad, but the thought that he could miss out on orgasming around your strap makes him hesitate.

“I want Mommy’s cock”, he decides in the end, lifting his lips from your pussy, “please.”

“Very well. Do you have the strap here?”

“Yes, your red suitcase”, he answers you and buries his tongue back between your folds. He keens happily, lapping at you with a hot, dripping tongue.

“Okay, Bunny. Good boy”, you are keeping him with you as you run your finger over his rim, “get it for me.”

“I don’t know if I can. My legs are so weak”, he confesses and whimpers, kissing your clit as a weak apology “I’m sorry, Mommy”, he adds, drawing quick circles.

“Fine”, you give in, “get off of me. I’ll get it.”

“Mommy”, he mewls, burying himself deeper between your legs.

“Bunny”, you warn, swallowing down the gasp he almost licks out of you. What he does feels fucking amazing, but you have to stay strong. It’ll be so worth it.

“Mhm mhm”, Jungkook hums, sucking on your clit while his nose is buried between your folds.

“Fuck”, you hiss, arching your back, “Bunny, come…on”, you give his buttocks a soft spank, “don’t be like that. Come on, get up.”

“Mh-hm”, he shakes his head, pushing your thighs apart as his mouth laps at your pussy more vigorously. Your panties dig deep into his fingers as he keeps it pulled away from you, your hips smother him as they thrust up against your will.

“Bunny, listen- ah”, you gasp and moan, dropping your hands from his ass to instead twist the sheets. He makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to function, “Bunny-ah listen to, to ah fuck, listen to me. Fuck, ah.”

Jungkook moans into you, connecting his tongue with your clit as he keeps sucking on it. It results in a mixture of rough sucking sensations broken up by the hottest wetness ever. Mixed with his needy moans and his pretty nose fucking your dripping hole and you are quite frankly, done for.

You roll your eyes back and drop your back.

“You fucking brat”, you choke out, orgasming on his tongue with such intensity that you forget how to moan.

Jungkook whimpers needily, licking you through your orgasm until a sudden harsh spank to his ass forces him to throw his head back.

“Ah!” he lets out, clenching his hole aggressively. A spank on it follows. It stings and forces tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“You little, disobedient brat”, you spit. Your voice is distorted from the pleasure he made you feel, raspy and deep. Jungkook feels his senses blur. Holy shit, he has such a kink for your voice. You spank his hole again, forcing the fire to burn deeper by pressing the pad of your thumb against it and applying pressure.

He writhes on top of you, struggling to stay on his elbows.

“I told you to listen. Is it so hard to follow a simple order, mhm?” you growl.

“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god, Mommy.”

“Good. I fucking hope you are”, you spit and give him one last spank to really get the message across.

Jungkook shudders, leaking onto your tits.

You soothe the burn with a gentle finger, changing your voice as you speak.

“Now get off of me”, you say in a sweet voice, messing with Jungkook’s poor heart.

“Mommy, please”, he begs and rolls off of you. He drops to his back, licking his lips hungrily, “wanted to make you feel good, oh god”, he whines, exhaling shakily as his hands come down to play with his cock. He does it instinctively, writhing on the sheets with one of his legs propped up.

“Don’t you dare make yourself cum”, you warn and stumble out of bed with weak knees. You manage to walk to your red suitcase and squat down even if you are dizzy. He’s got you really good with his mouth. You don’t have to look for long because you keep your toys organized.

“Where is the lube, Bunny?”

“I forgot it in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Mommy oh god. I, I can get it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get it”, you say and leave the room.

You decide to slip on the strap in the bathroom, using a grinder on the inside to make it enjoyable for you. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. The strap is similar to your skin colour and curves just right to stimulate his deeper pleasure spots. It looks so good on you. And with that thought in mind, you hurry back to Jungkook.

He is kneeling on the floor when you come back, keeping his head lowered. His cock is stuffed back into the jockstrap and his hands are on top his thighs with their palms facing up. His bunny ears, although only fake, look so sad as they tangle from each side of his head.

“What are you doing down there? Gosh, Bunny”, you gasp, hurrying to him.

“I want to apologise. I, I should have gotten the strap and, and the lube. I’m sorry, Mommy”, he says honestly and bows.

“Gosh, you stupid noodle stop that”, you say, pulling him back up with nothing more than two fingers under his chin, “you’re my precious prince and Mommy’s here to treat you, yeah?”

“So you, you won’t punish me?” he asks.

“Of course not, Bunnybaby”, you reassure him.

Jungkook releases a shuddering breath, “Mommy”, he chokes out, gazing up at you with sparkly eyes.

You give him a playful smirk, “unless you want me to punish you, mhm? Didn’t have enough of getting your hole spanked?”

He giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears, “yeah, that was fun”, he confesses, scrunching his nose up.

“Cutie”, you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Jungkook moves into the kiss with closed eyes, opening them when you pull back. They shift to your cock for a second and linger.

“You like it?” you ask him, gripping it by its base while your other hand still holds his chin.

“Yes”, he gets out, parting his lips, “you look so pretty with cock, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

Jungkook closes the distance between his lips and the tip of your strap, kissing it while his devoted eyes gaze up at you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. He looks so pretty like this.

“I love Mommy’s cock”, he whispers and flicks his tongue over the tip, ending it with a droopy smile.

You feel yourself melt, ruffling his hair gently enough not to rip out the clips from the ears.

“Get back on bed, Bunny and let me fuck you.”

“Can you fuck me in lotus position?”

“Of course I can. Everything my Bunny wants, my Bunny gets.”

“Don’t say that”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles. He is so happy. He feels especially soft tonight and you know exactly how to handle him to keep him in the headspace.

You take a step back and walk to the bed, climbing on top of it. You fluff up the pillows so you can rest back into them. Once you are comfortable, you move your legs into the right position. Jungkook followed you as you did all of that, climbing onto bed after you. He is now waiting for you to get your legs comfortable.

Your eyes meet.

“Come closer”, you order as you spread a generous amount of lube on your strap.

Jungkook follows excitedly, positioning himself on top of you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

You smile up at him, connecting your fingers with his hole to spread the lube. He shivers, sighing softly.

“My pretty Bunny”, you whisper, “I can’t get enough of you in those ears.”

“They’re connected to my hair.”

“I know, I felt the clips”, you say and push a finger into him, watching in delight how his eyes go out of focus and his lips fall open.

You curl your finger as you fuck it in and out of him, gazing into his eyes as deeply as possible.

“You’re so soft inside”, you praise, poking his walls, “my pretty Bunny’s soft everywhere.”

“It’s hard to concentrate”, he confesses, scrunching his brows.

“Want more?”

He nods his head, “yes please.”

“Shit, you’re such a good boy”, you mumble and slip your middle finger into him as well, “the shit you pulled before wasn’t like you. Mhm, why did you act up Bunnybaby? Mhm?”

“Wanted Mommy to feel good”, he lulls his words, finding it hard to look into your eyes. Your fingers fill him out so well.

“You wanted me to feel good”, you repeat, massaging his prostate.

“A-ah.”

“Shit Bunny, when you say it like that it almost makes me feel bad that I punished you.”

“No, it was so…good, ah holy shit this feels so good, ah”, Jungkook gets out and moans, closing his eyes.

“Mhm, I know”, you purr, slipping your fingers free just to make him mewl desperately. You grip his hips, giving them a gentle tug, “take it at your pace, Bunny.”

Jungkook grabs your cock and lowers himself. He manages to get as far as the tip and then moves up again.

“More lube”, he says.

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s too dry.”

You lube up your cock more, spreading the access on his hole, “try it again.”

Jungkook lowers himself. Your tip slips past his rim easily.

“How’s that?” you ask him, caressing his tensing buttocks.

“Mh-hm”, he lets out, furrowing his brows. His frown worries you.

“Are you okay? Bunny, take it slow if it hurts”, you tell him.

Jungkook frowns harder, sinking down more.

“Bunny, take it slow for me.”

“Mommy, please be quiet. I need to concentrate”, he whines and pouts with big eyes.

“Oh you-”, you laugh, throwing your head back, “you little brat.”

“I have to concentrate”, he murmurs and sinks down the last inches. Now he is sitting on your lap with you cock all the way up his ass, “ah”, he lets out in a sigh, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. His arms hug you, his legs wrap around you. He begins rocking himself on your lap, moaning into your neck quietly.

“Is that better?” you ask him, caressing his lower back. You can feel his muscles shift and tense under his skin. Just as you can feel his thighs tense as he moves on your strap.

“Yeah”, he mewls, nodding his head, “oh god, you’re so deep.”

“I know, Bunny. You’re taking all of me”, you speak softly, grabbing his pretty butt to help him with the movements, “you’re such a good boy taking me like that.”

“Oh fuck, ah fuck”, he whimpers, hugging you tight against him, “I’m so stuffed with Mommy. Ah! Ah”, he shudders, increasing his movements. He still keeps you deep inside, grinding on your lap as his legs tremble around your waist. He doesn’t need to bounce. As a matter of fact, what he is currently doing feels so much better than any bouncing ever could. Because your cock is so deep and really stays at one area, it can stimulate all those sensitive spots inside and Jungkook has way too many of them. And they are way too fucking sensitive on top of that. Every second with you feels like ecstasy even if he hasn’t orgasmed yet.

“Yeah, you are. So filled with me”, you whisper, squeezing his buttocks, “so filled with me. Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy.”

“Mommy”, Jungkook whimpers, falling into you. It forces your back deeper into the pillows and allows him to grip the edge of the headboard. It hurts his nails, but he barely notices it. Everything feels way too good. He is so far gone. Not only in the pleasure, but also the safe headspace. He is on your lap, he can feel your naked chest against his, smells your warm scent, has you holding him and on top of that, his leaky cock grinds against your stomach while your strap stimulates every single spot inside him. There is not a single thing which isn’t right currently. This is perfect and it’s ruining Jungkook to the point where he genuinely has to sob.

“Breathe Bunny, it’s okay”, you soothe him, closing your arms around his torso whilst burying one of your hands deep in his hair.

The hug soothes him so much and makes him sob again because he is so close to you.

“Can I cum? Please”, he begs squeakily, “make me feel…so good. Everything feels so good. Oh god”, he gets out, ending it with a high-pitched whimper and his body trembling in your lap.

“Whenever you are ready, Bunny. I’m right here”, you allow him, hugging him safely.

“Now”, he gets out, “oh god, Mommy now”, he moans and feels how your strap makes him cum. It starts deep in his ass. Right where the silicon toy kept grinding against his pleasure spots. Describing the orgasm as hot wouldn’t be enough. It is so much more than that. Jungkook feels it everywhere and he feels it so deep that it gets very hard to stay conscious. His body twitches and convulses on top of you and you know that he has no control over it. His cock doesn’t release, but throbs so aggressively that it slips out of his jockstrap again. And his voice sounds so consumed by his orgasm that you feel yourself gasp for air as well. You know exactly how good he feels right now, holding him through his high until those shakes slowly die down.

“Good boy, oh my good boy”, you praise him, hugging his waist with your left arm while you let your right hand slip to his cock. You pick it up to jerk it off.

“Ah”, Jungkook arches his back so he can press his chest closer, his trembling arms close around you as his fingers grab a bundle of your hair, “ah, ahm, ah, o-oh.”

He didn’t cum with his cock. He knows that he didn’t, so getting touched by you right now, forces him straight back to the start.

“Oh god, ah, fuck. A-ah, ahm, ah”, he is struggling with producing moans, resulting in them to sound just a little strained but so fucking honest. Only you can make him moan like this. Only you can get him that ruined so it is even difficult to make sounds. And yet, he still tries to because it’s the only way to handle you.

“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him as you jerk his cock, rolling your hips up to keep his hole stimulated as well. You don’t want any of that sweet, sweet pleasure to die down. You need him ruined and you are going to do it in the gentlest of ways. This kind of way always hits the deepest.

It’s easy to ruin someone with a rough and fast fuck. You just got to pound them hard enough and they’ll feel destroyed.

The proof of a good fuck is how well you can destroy someone with minimal movements. That’s where the real talent lies. And you? Oh you. You are one talented motherfucker.

“Feels so good”, Jungkook is whimpering even if he can barely produce moans. Your shoulder is wet because he keeps spilling tears. He thinks his eyes might be stuck after you made them cross, he can’t seem to find his focus again. His head is dizzy and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You are ruining him with nothing but a slow handjob and your hips grinding up into him.

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you agree, “I’ve got you Bunny.”

Jungkook sobs, convulsing on top of you as if you just thrusted into him with all your strength. His cock throbs between your fingers, his fingers grip for your desperately. He doesn’t know where to touch, what to hold of you to make all of this easier to bear.

“Mommy”, he tries to call your name, maybe that will make it easier, but it doesn’t.

“I’m here, Bunny. I’ve got you”, you soothe him, sliding your left arm down his waist until you can press your fingers against his hole. You massage his stretched rim, giving him a reminder that he already orgasmed once and that he is terribly sensitive now.

“I can’t do this”, he sobs and convulses, “oh god please”, he pulls you closer, needing your warmth to survive.

“Break? Or need it closer?”

“Closer ple-please.”

You hug him strongly, tightening your grip around his cock just as you increase the pressure on his hole.

“Closer.”

The hug gains in intensity. You can barely move your hand up and down his cock, deciding on putting your attention on his tip instead. You massage his wet slit, giving it just a little bit of a stretch as you fuck the pad of your thumb into it. Your fingers are around the base of his tip, massaging it in rhythmical squeezes.

He begins panting, releasing loud noises each time he breathes out. He can’t stop. They leave him in sync with his body convulsing on top your lap. He drops each time he exhales, sagging his shoulders with it before his harsh inhale forces them to lift again and with it also Jungkook. Just a little, but it’s so intense for him that he is a little scared.

“Good boy, my good boy. You’re my good boy”, you praise him and kiss the shell of his ear.

Jungkook climaxes. He can’t tell you that he does, he also can’t change his voice before it happens, it just takes over. It starts at his slit this time around. The gentle fuck you gave it was too much. From there, it took over his whole cock until your strap did the rest.

Jungkook thought that the first orgasm was intense, but this is on another level. He claws at you in hopes of making it easier, even buries his teeth in your shoulder as his body shakes uncontrollably. But nothing helps. The fire feels endless. It is as if Jungkook never orgasmed before.

“Yes baby, my good boy”, Jungkook can hear you choke out and judging by the sound of your voice, you are orgasming with him. The thought makes it even more intense for him and by the time it finally starts to get easier, Jungkook has to sob.

“My Bunny, oh my Bunny”, you speak shakily, holding him so tightly while your lips litter him with kisses, “good job, my good boy. You did such a good job. I know Bunny, let it all out. You did so well.”

“It feels so good”, he presses out, “so good, Mommy”, he wails, pressing you closer with his fingers deep in your hair.

“I know Bunny, oh I know. My good boy, you took all of this so well.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook shudders, “oh god.”

“My good boy”, you keep praising him. It makes it so worthwhile to come back to you, “I love you so much, my good Bunnybaby.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he gets out, trembling uncontrollably one last time before some of his clarity comes back. It’s difficult to come back sometimes. Jungkook loves being in subspace, so sometimes it’s hard for him to accept that he has to get back to reality again. It would make Jungkook feel really awful to be forced out of it entirely the moment the sex ended and you never make him feel this way. You always help him come back in such a nice way. You make him slip out of it far enough that you can do aftercare with him, but also allow him to stay in it deep enough that he can feel fuzzy even long after the main sex act ended.

“My good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, rubbing his buttocks gently, “how’s the stretch?”

He shakes his head.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

He nods his head.

“Then we’ll stay like this for a little, yeah?”

He nods his head again, hugging you tightly.

“And once you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice warm bath before we’ll have yummy dinner and lots of snuggles in bed. Yeah?”

He giggles, nodding his head.

“Yeah Bunnybaby, let’s do that”, you say, giving him a gentle squeeze, “fuck, I adore you.”

“I adore you too”, he whispers, “thank you so much for everything.”

“Mhm Bunny”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder as you pull him closer with the harness twisted in your fingers, “mine.”

Jungkook sighs in overwhelming happiness, pressing himself closer as his heart bursts for you. Yeah, you really make it so worthwhile to come back.

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lace-coffin · 3 months

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Hay, Sugar ~ ✨

Sorry if I bother you but, do you mind if I give you my rq about Billy lenz and Brams heelshire with mommy kink.Fem s/o look at them like babies because every time they do that~ they love sucking on her tits.

Sorry to bother you and thank you ❤️

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Warning for mommy kink, focus on nipple and breast play, humiliation/degradation

Requests are closed (for now!)

You’re no bother at all!! As a lesbian I’m always happy to write or read a mommy kink ; )

Brahms Heelshire

It was really only a matter of time with Brahms, any time spent together curled up on the sofa ended with him suckling on your tits sooner or later.

The first time it happened you hadn’t known what to think. Both of you had settled onto the sofa for the night, throwing on a movie you’d inevitably loose interest in and slumping over eachother. It had been a hard day for the both of you, you heading to the village for home supplies and additional items that weren’t exactly Malcom’s job to bring, and Brahms staying at home trying not to loose his mind whilst you were gone.

Brahms was getting better at keeping his cool when you had to leave, you’d been working on it together, even convincing him to see a therapist on the grounds that it was over the phone and you were present to help him verbalise his thoughts. However healing is an upwards fight and it takes time, so despite making progress the notion of you leaving for long periods of time is still distressing to him.

Needless to say Brahms was a cuddle bug when you returned, meeting you at the door like a lost puppy after padding back and forth past the window waiting for you 20 minutes prior. You had already accounted for this, you knew he’d need some extra love when you returned, picking up some snacks as a treat for him whilst you were shopping. After placating him with soft kisses to his mask and finally detaching him from your waist you convince him to watch a movie.

Not even 15 minutes into the movie Brahms is getting handsy with you, large hands pawing at the hem of your shirt, fingers wiggling under to press against your warm skin. You pretend not to notice and he doesn’t go any further than that for another 20 or so. You know he can’t help himself.

Calloused hands slip under your bra and you let out a groan, biting your lip and finally paying full attention to the man next to you. “You miss me that much baby?” You murmur, scooting closer and speeding things up by pulling your shirt and bra over your head. Even behind the mask you can tell your partner is blushing, tips of his ears a soft pink. Brahms doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing you topless.

You sigh contently as he fully cups your breasts, fitting perfectly in his hands, a squeak of surprise escapes your mouth as a finger glides over your nipple, pinching and pulling, working you up just right. An idea crosses your mind, despite not having brought it up before you know Brahms is game to most things if they involve getting to touch you.

“Brahms?” He slowly looks away from what he was doing and meets your eyes, tilting his head in question. “You wanna try something new?” He visibly perks up at this. “I need to take your mask off for it though, is that ok with you honey?” “Take it off for me?” He asks back. You nod and gently pull it away from his face, setting it on the side table. “There’s my pretty boy” you coo, running your fingers across the puckered burn scars.

A beat passes and you work up the courage to ask. “Do you want to suck on mommy’s tits baby?” An almost pained noise of arousal slips from his mouth, you don’t even get another word out before he’s latching onto your chest, hot tongue laving over your hardened nipple, the other being given attention with his free hand.

“Fuck..just like that, my perfect boy” Brahms whines around your breast in his mouth, hips bucking at the praise. Swapping to the opposite breast he switches to kneading your tits in his other hand. You can already see he’s hard and leaking in his boxers. So cute. You’re equally as needy from all the attention to your sensitive tits, but unwilling to let it end this early in favour of getting off, he looks so lost in it, worshiping your body like a god.

Billy Lenz

Billy isn’t shy when it comes to his sexual wants and needs and with the way his childhood played out it’s no surprise he has a mommy kink, he didn’t stand a chance let’s be honest. Luckily you’re more than eager to indulge him in this, loving the power exchange and the confidence it fills you with, seeing your partner pathetic on his knees, cock needy and wet for you.

Crossing your legs you sit on a deep green velvety chair, bought just for this purpose. It’s ornate and exemplifies your expensive and untouchable aura in this setting. Below you sits Billy, in nothing but his boxers. There’s something thrilling about you being fully dressed whilst he’s stripped at your feet.

Billy isn’t hard to please, letting him rut his leaky cock against your leg as you spit filthy words at him is enough to get him off if you’d be kind enough to allow it. You drop your gaze to him, sickly sweet look on your face, patronising. “Are you close you little freak? Almost cumming in your pants from rutting against me like a dog in heat? That’s disgusting.”

Billy grunts in agreement, words going straight to his cock. You hum, raising your foot to press into the base of his cock, making him squirm. “Use your words, slut.” He pants again, pushing his face into your calf and whining. “Y-yes mommy, I’m disgusting, pathetic..fuck. Gonna cum please-“ you cut him off before he can finish his plead.

“Quiet, come up here and help mommy out and maybe I’ll think about it” you snap back, unbuttoning your shirt and removing your bra, revealing your chest to him and revelling in the way he eyes it hungrily. Billy wastes no time in pulling himself up shakily, plopping down on your lap and attaching himself to your nipple. You let out a gasp of surprise and groan, slipping your hands into his curly chestnut hair and guiding him.

It’s wet and sloppy, saliva cooling slowly on your skin. His tongue is eager and making sure to switch between both nipples. Popping off he gives you a bit of respite, sucking red marks into the meat of your tits that he knows will bruise beautifully tomorrow. “Mmm there we go, that’s what you’re good for isn’t it? Just a slutty little mouth for me?” Billy moans in reply. It’s like he’s in a trance, lost to the sensation and taste of your skin under his teeth and tongue, eyes glazed over and unfocused, only interested in pleasing you and taking as much of you as he can into his enthusiastic mouth.

You could watch him forever, he almost seems content if it wasn’t for the obvious hardness pressing against your thigh, you’ll reward him well for this, after you’ve had your fun that is, you aren’t ready to let him go just yet.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #black christmas #slasher fucker #slasher hcs #slasher #slashers x reader

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theemporium · 1 month

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37. putting their head on the other’s chest🩵 with john marino! maybe they are out after a game with the team and it’s just fluffy

congrats on 10k!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

37. putting their head on the other's chest

It had been a rough season.

If you asked anyone what had gone wrong with the Devils this season, you would have received a long list in return. Between questionable line choices, goaltending issues, bad coaching and more injuries than one would expect, it was remarkable that they had as many points as they did.

And it sucked because they were a good team. Everyone knew they were a good team. They had proved it last year when they reached the playoffs. It was just shit luck that had been following them around this season that made each loss bitter and heavy.

But it also meant that every win was so much sweeter. When the team managed to grasp onto that flow, when the chemistry clicked, when they worked seamlessly like everyone expected from the young, talented team.

It felt so fucking good. It felt liberating. It felt like they were on top of the world.

“C’mon, it will be fun!”

“John—”

“Please,” his voice softened a little, but the smile on his face was still big and giddy and, truthfully, you couldn’t say no to him even if you really tried. “I want you there.”

“You should celebrate with the team,” you said, because he should. Because after the last few games being rough on the boys, they should be celebrating the win. They should celebrate the six goal win. They should be screaming it from the rooftops. “Plus, I just got off work and I don’t wanna intrude—”

“You could never,” John replied instantly, his brows furrowed in confusion. “I want you there. I’m serious. And the boys love you. And we can leave early if you’re tired.”

The last of your resolve crumbled. “If I fall asleep on you, you can’t blame me.”

His grin widened. “I never do, even when you drool.”

You gaped. “I don’t drool!”

“You do!”

But, despite the lingering exhaustion from the six day work streak you had been on, you still found yourself tucked away in the booth of a downtown bar. And it was easy at first, to get lost in the drinks and the adrenaline and the giddiness of the team celebrating their win. It was easy to get hyped off their energy, to join them in the laughter and the cheering and the bad dancing. It was so easy.

Until eventually the exhaustion caught up with you and you couldn’t fight it anymore.

You hadn’t even realised your eyes had fallen shut until you felt fingers lightly running through your hair. You had been tucked between John and Dawson, listening to Timo ramble off about some story that had most of the table in stitches when you started to lean on John more. Somewhere amongst the laughs, his arm was thrown over you and your head was lying on his chest and it was hard to fight the urge to just fall asleep there and then with John’s familiar smell overwhelming you.

“Tired?” John murmured, his lips brushing against the top of your head as you buried yourself further against his sweater-covered chest.

You shook your head. “M’fine.”

John tried to hide his smile. “C’mon, let’s get you back home.”

“M’comfy here,” you muttered, your voice hinting on a whine as his arm tightened around you.

“Promise you’ll be even comfier in your bed,” he said, pausing for a few moments as he watched your hand lightly fist his sweater like you were worried he would pull away. “Or my bed, if you wanna stay over.”

“You do have a comfy bed,” you murmured, words a little slurred as you spoke.

He snorted. “That’s the only reason?”

You lifted your head, slowly blinking your eyes open as you sleepily smiled at him. “Yup.”

John shook his head in amusement. “Ouch. Harsh. Gonna hog the duvet now.”

You looked far too smug. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he agreed with a sigh before he began to slide out of the booth, pulling you along with him. He decided to ignore the pointed and teasing looks his teammates were giving him, ignore the fact the boys would chirp him at practice.

And he decided he would ignore the warm feeling bubbling inside him, instead basking in the feeling of you tucked into his side and the way you clung onto him like maybe—just maybe—you shared the desire for something more than friendship too.

#cece's cocktail celebration #john marino #nhl #new jersey devils #john marino x reader #john marino x you #john marino x y/n #john marino fic #john marino one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

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fairytsuk1 · 4 months

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BIRTHDAY SEX W ALEX SINCE ITS HIS BDAY PLS PLS PLS

birthday sex with alex …

he’d tried to keep it under wraps, it wasn’t that big of a deal! it was just another birthday! but not to you. first, you’d surprised him with his favorite meal, tamales rojos.

“babee, you didn’t have to at all!” he exclaims, rounding the corner and planting a fat kiss on your cheek, “my favorite, you know me so well!”

you grin, pecking his lips, “of course, mi amor, te amo muchísimo.”

your dinner is nice, loving and delicious! the two of you have a post-meal cuddle, and that’s when your present starts to form and shape into the best gift he’s ever had.

your fingers graze the open fabric of his button up, the skin smooth and he smells like caramel when you tuck your face in his neck. alex’s eyes are closed, a pleasant hum escaping him as you started to touch him.

“hey,” you mumble, beginning to slide up your shirt, “look at me.”

his eyes blink open. his gaze hungrily devours you as your shirt gives way to supple tits that he can cup in his hand, the softness of your tummy, the way you sit perched in his lap and sitting right where his dick would be.

“don’t you look nice,” he purrs as his hands glide from your ass to your hips, “is this my birthday present?”

you give him a heated kiss first. the two of you already failing to hide your need as whimpers bubble out of your lips like boiling water. alex is a good kisser, and it’s so sexy how he pulls you close enough to really feel all of him at once.

“fuckk, how is your skin so soft?”

“a lady never tells,” you giggle, rolling your hips against his half-chub, “wanna ride you, can I?”

alex looks like he’s died and gone to heaven. this certainly feels like heaven to him. he can only nod, a puppet to your ministrations as you explore his body. the buttons open in soft pops as more and more of his golden chest is delivered to you on a golden platter. it makes you whine as blunt nails scratch against his pecks.

“ride me, fuck baby. wanna feel you fuck me,” he sighs, hands clutching onto you as your hands tease bis belt buckle.

the two of you watch eagerly as your work his belt off, unzipping and freeing his cock from his jeans. he’s fully hard now. alex lets you take the lead, letting out a choked gasp as you grip him through his plaid boxers, “aah! shit…”

“does that feel good, baby?”

“mhm, yes!”

the way his pre-cum soaks into the fabric leaves your mouth watering. the length, knowing he would stretch you out so well as you took him balls deep to the base. your eyes meet alex’s in a way that both your desires are easily communicated. he needs you, and you him.

it’s a quick clash of kisses and spit as your bottoms are fully tugged off. it’s almost comedic the way your clothes drape over the edges of the couch, but you’re too wet too even think of anything but alexalexalexalex—

“need to feel you, babe, please hurry,” he whines, sucking a mark into your neck as you align the tip of his dick with your creamy hole. your hands card through his hair lovingly, “you’re so fucking hot, i’m so lucky.”

“i’m lucky,” you whisper, feeling his heavy balls pap against your ass as you sink down on him with a shudder, “happy birthday, honey.”

alex doesn’t reply, too lost in the way your tight walls squeeze around him; how he might blow his load just from the feeling of your hands in his hair and pussy clenching around him.

you’re a goner too. you were already so turned on, but the stretch was still shocking every time that you couldn’t help but moan out, “god, you’re so big. you make me feel good all the time. fuckk!!”

“i love making you feel good. thank you, thank you!”

the two of you work as a team. alex’s hands grip your cheeks as he helps you establish your rhythm. it’s intoxicating when your nails scratch against his back as you bounce like an eager bunny in his lap. the noises are so lewd, too.

the poor couch wheezes under your desperate thrusts. your passionate fucking lets out messy slaps as you fuck alex. he looks up at you with suck love in his eyes, you don’t even realize his hips grow erratic as he grows closer to cumming.

“c-can’t hold on much longer. gonna cum, babe, oh my god. i’m gonna fill you up, oh fuck…!”

the coil winding in your tummy leaves you breathless, but it’s his gift after all and you’re determined to see it through. you work your hips smoothly, staying consistent as alex falls apart under you in a heap of whimpers and begging, “gonna cum, baby? yeah?”

“yes! please, let me cum,” he’s not even sure why he’s begging, but it feels too good to stop.

alex looks up at you with misty eyes, and you give in to your baby, “fuck yes, cum in me. fill me up, babe, i’m yours.”

alex gasps, voice practically giving out as he cums in thick hot ropes. your gummy walls are so warm, squeezing around him needily as he bucks into you again and again, “that’s it, oh my god. you’re so good, so fucking good,” you mumble into the crown of his head as he starts to calm down.

you’re still so turned on, but you let alex come down fully as his cock softens inside of you. you don’t mind, loving the warmth and security as you cockwarm him.

“alex?”

“hmm?”

“happy birthday, baby.”

your boyfriend cheeses against your skin, unable to help the infectious grin. his hands squeeze your hips as he looks up from the valley between your tits.

“thank you,” and he bites his lip, “but aren’t we forgetting something?”

alex’s hand glides to the apex of your thighs, thumb just barely gliding over your clit.

“now, give me what I want,” he mumbles brattily, beginning to push you back.

gladly, you give the birthday boy what he wants.

#quackity x y/n #quackity smut #quackity x you #quackity scenario #quackity imagine #quackity x reader

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youthnighttarot · 1 year

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A letter from your FS/P (PAC) 18+

Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 1

Cards Pulled: Lovers, Chariot, S.I.M.P, I love your back, Feelings

Letter: Not holding you in my arms brings me complete agony. Ever minute your not with me I miss and count the days. I love when we just cuddle up with each…no cares in the world just you and me. I’ve needed and craved your presence without even knowing it my whole life. I’m nothing without you but you’re someone without me…? You are and have always been your own person and I admire that about you. In fact I love this about you. I love that cheeky smile you give me when I make a comment too crass, or say a sly joke. You never not believed in me and what I’m capable of even when I’m not feeling that way myself. I wanna know why…after everything why..? I could lose my bloody home and the only shelter I would need is you….and you alone. I miss fucking and sliding inside of you as you part your lips in an O shape from me. Or when I get on top of you and ride you so you’re deeply inside of me. I love fucking you..!! Being inside or on top of you is sheer bliss. I keep asking myself what I did to deserve you and the answer keeps coming up short. I felt lost when you left and now that you’re back I’ll never lose you again. I’ll f**k you like there’s no tomorrow…morning,noon, and night I’m all yours and always yours.

Reading: So first thing I getting with this lovers card it that you and your FS/P are very compatible with each other. Mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. They understand you and you understand them. They can’t help but feel lost without you. (Lost without by Robin Thicc may resonate) They love you and truly believe that you are their soulmate…the one and only. You guys may have a cat or they just love to rub your cat/peen. They will kiss all up and down your body as you moan in bliss from their touch. You may have a bush and they don’t care. They may feel as though it’s like if you’re afraid of hair down there you’re not a real man/woman. Again I’m getting that energy of someone not approving of this relationship. (Likely a father and or mother figure) They constantly have something to say about this relationship/connection but y’all don’t really care at this point. And clearly it hasn’t affected anything because you spend the rest of your lives with each. They like to squeeze your breast or fondle you chest hairs. They want to lay you back and eat that kat/ suck that peen. You person may have some form of significant wealth. They like to pleasure you however way that they can. With the chariot I’m getting they like that they have a balance with you and there of form of control that you both have of each other. If you’re a feminine they want to lift your skirt up and love at that kitty kat. Again I’m the card picture she has a bush so they definitely can be a big fan of hair down there. It may have been a roller coaster to get to this point in your relationship due to outside sources…or even just you guys alone. But you’re here so enjoy it pile 1. So from the oracle deck the card that was pulled is S.I.M.P…in my deck it mean a spiritually inclined masculine pleaser. So essentially this person will be there to suffice your every need and desire. Truly and wholeheartedly without any conditions or expectations. And soulmate was at the back of the deck so definitely confirmation!! This person loves, loves, loves you backside they always wanna be able to see it and hit from the back. For some of you…you may even have back dimples. (I have 555 on the clock as we speak pile) I pulled from the sexual magic deck and the card that was pulled is Feelings so this person definitely has deep seeded feelings towards you and your connection. They truly love you pile 1 like actually. They may be a Gemini for some of you or could have that somewhere in their chart.

Channeled messages: 555, I love your smile (listen to that song), Gemini (Sun, Moon, Ascendent, Mercury, Venus) Soulmates, love and life, bush

Pile 2

Cards pulled: 8oWrv, 2oC, advice given, suck on my neck, Surrendering

Letter: Who knew when we met we would even be together let alone be married. You were so young and I just started really adulting. It was like a dream you and I…like a romance movie that never said cut. Sometimes I secretly find myself wondering if this is even real. I remember that red and gray dress that you wore. And that blue t-shirt with camouflage shorts. Sometimes people look at us funny because we’re so different even I find myself wondering how you became my wife/husband. You’re gorgeous and I love those beautiful brown eyes that you have. It’s like staring into a pot of honey….hehe speaking of honey that honey pot between your legs can make a Saint a sinner in minutes. Every time I hear your juices flowing or make that sound I love so much….I feel like I almost lose my mind. Can i admit something to you…? Before I knew you I knew I wanted to fucc you raw and nut inside of you. I know you’re gonna hush me up and tell me to wash my mouth out with soap. But I mean it. I haven’t been able to find someone who sucks/licks like you do but baby don’t think it’s just sex for me it’s not. I truly love and when I first saw you….it sounds silly but it was love at first sight for me. That cute giggle you do can make an old man cry and baby that ass can too. You can crack a walnut with it will you crack my walnut please baby please!

Reading: This person has a certain level of strength which enlivens this relationship. This person is not impulsive and doesn’t like to rush….so it may be a while before this relationship gets off the ground. But once it does you guys will have truly learned each other inside in out to create an even stronger bond/connection. They love you pile 2 but have a hard time showing this love for you. On the 8oW card I see a guy on his knees pleasing his woman. This is how your person is not only sexually but day to day life as well with you. They like to grip hard onto your a** cheeks as they devour your kitty/peen. They are truly someone who is down for any and everything when put in the right setting/environment. You make their d**k stand up at attention and their cl** throb with anticipation for s**. They like for you to be on top pile 2. Like all the time if you don’t mind. It’s not that they won’t be doing any work. Nay Nay Nay. They want to f**k you like this because they have more control of their lower body this way. And they wanna get the most out of pounding you. This is truly a balanced and equal connection and relationship with each other. You know that you can count on your FS/P because they have never let you down. This is definitely a soulmate/twinflame for a lot of you. (Well obvi but at the same time not obvi) For the rest this may be a karmic but don’t be alarmed this is simply because of your pass life karma…it’s not a bad karma rather a good one because you eliminated toxicity in your past life with them. They wanna have you gripping your hair while you ride them or while they’re deep inside of you. I pulled from the oracle deck and received Advice given there may be some advice someone give to you or your person that brings you together in so way….or helps you to understand each other a little more than before. They may also like to ask you about somethings they can do better to bring more pleasure to you. They are always trying to learn and get better especially for you. They love for you to suck on their neck…it’s their weakness and will get them to c*m even faster than usual. They are a big neck person in general they love neck play. Anything related to it turns them on. (Try choking them I hear..?) The care I pull from the sexual magic oracle deck is surrendering. Your FS/P is not afraid to surrender to you and to your relationship….they don’t mind allowing themselves to be used as long as your not taking advantage of them if that makes sense…? Jupiter may have some type of significance so look into that in your chart or theirs pile 2.

Channeled Messages: 27, club, advice given, suck on my neck, surrendering, Jupiter, Mars, Neptune, forgiveness

Pile 3

Cards Pulled: The Foolrv, Strengthrv, lonely, dead parent, Nostalgia

Letter: Your eyes always know just how to look at me. You’re a freak and I love you more for it. I get a certain type of urge to be inside of you constantly. Pleasure is our main Love language and I couldn’t ask for a better one. Who told you…you didn’t deserve the world I’ll kill them. You deserve nothing less but the best and I made that promise when I met you to always give you that forever. I love those long hugs we have after a night out on the town. How we touch when we’re making love….how you swallow all of my c*m down your throat like the good girl that you are. Fu*k how did I get so lucky to have a superstar like you. What I’m willing to do to never not have this, you can’t even begin to imagine. I like when your back is facing me so I can pull you closer to me and you feel my print/wetness against your a**. Can I make you a promise I’ll never leave those pretty pink lips wanting…they will always be satisfied. I love waking up next to you and pulling you into my big arms so you feel safe as you sleep. My mom/family may not like what we have but fu** em. Who the he** cares…you’re mine and I’m yours and no matter what. I’ll never break your heart like he/she did. I’m always thinking of you and what I want to do. But it’s not just s** for me. It’s a binding of souls and a meeting of minds. I’ve met my match with you love. You are the only one for me.

Reading: So of you may have already read pile 1 or were drawn to pile 1 so take a look at it if that resonates for you. You both may find yourselves getting into a lot of recklessness behavior with each other. You may be very playful people or easy going people to the point it becomes a detrimental to the people around you both. This for me seeing though it is a 18+ reading means that y’all be fu**ing a lot to the point that you both don’t seem to get a lot done. Or focus on the other part of the said partnership which is more than just s**. Your person may be uncircumcised and for the men your FS/P may be a virgin. A lot of times you could also feel like you may take certain aspects of your relationships more seriously than your FS/P and this can sometimes make you feel inadequate. But your person is always there to reassure despite their goofiness. They realize with you they have developed an inner strength or you could feel this way even though they may not be the most serious kind of person. You know that you can rely on them emotionally because they understand unlike any other. They like to do a lot of standing positions with you….your person is quite strong and can lift like you way 1lb no matter your size they can handle it. (Oop well then you better go head then) They like your thighs and how you can grip onto their hips with your thighs while they’re inside of you. I getting this person is quite strong physically but not mentally and they also need reassurance from you. They may have felt quite lonely in the world until they found you is this is due to the fact they last a parent or someone who was a parental figure in their life. They lost hope and confidence after this happened and then they met you and that all changed for them. They may not have a lot monetarily but they certainly make up for it in all other aspects of their lives. When they’re with you….you bring them back to a time when they were a kid and they do the same for you with their goofiness. Imma be honest pile 3 your person is fine as h*ll. Like panty dropping jaw dropping fine. And they have a nicely toned and muscular body no matter the gender. The nostalgia you bring to them makes both of you emotionally vulnerable and takes you back to a simpler time in your life. You know with them you can just sit down an decompress from life and the wrenches it throws at you. There is a lot of love here between the both of you…just work on that inner confidence and you will continue to grow for each other.

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sturnioloshacker · 5 months

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fuck on a high - a vinnie hacker short smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: weed, smoking, alcohol, drinking, getting tispy, getting high, lap dance, grinding, dirty talk, sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short and contains mentions of weed and alcohol, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t, i’m not your mother.

summary: a first time high results in some sensual and sexual feelings between friends

knocking on the door to vinnie’s house, my heart races and my knees go weak. vinnie and i have been best friends for years but recently i have developed a massive crush on him. i really want to tell him but I’m terrified of ruining this amazing friendship we have so i’m keeping my feelings to myself, locked away in my heart. tonight I’m coming over for a smoke session. he’s been struggling a lot lately so i figured to take on the role of being a good friend and come keep him company by having a smoke with him. i’ve never done weed before nor have i experienced a session so this will be interesting.

the door opens and i’m greeted by the smile that makes my heart explode. vinnie falls into my embrace, his head leaning on my shoulder as he places a small kiss there. he pulls away and leads me to his balcony that connects to his room. my eyes widen at the set up he has out here. two shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, a whole bunch of joints and a lighter.

“wow, vin! this is…”

“i know, it’s a lot, i’m just not feeling myself right now”.

“and that’s okay. i’m here to help you and join you, even though i know nothing about drinking or smoking”. i smile at him.

“wow, you really are sweet and innocent.” he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

we’re halfway into our session and I’m feeling woozy and sick. i’ve lost count on how many tequila shots i had and i’ve lost count on the amount of blunts i’ve gone through. the music quietly plays in the background as i sway side to side to it. vinnie takes notice and smiles.

“enjoying yourself?”

“fuck yeah i am! turn that shit up!”

vinnie chuckles as he turns the speaker up, the weeknd blasting through my ears. i slowly get up, feeling the beats rush through my veins. my swaying becomes extra, my hips swinging from side to side making my ass stick out. my arms are up in the air before they sensually run down my body. i’m way too out of it to even care that this isn’t me but i do know that it’s all going to come back and bite me on the ass tomorrow morning. i look over at vinnie who is sitting back in his chair, blunt up to his lips. he looks so fucking hot, god I wanna sit on his lap so bad.

“god, i wanna sit on your lap so bad!” i yell over the music.

“come sit then, sweetheart.”

i seductively make my way over to vinnie, my eyes locked in a sensual gaze with his. i straddle his waist before sitting right on top of his cock. i feel his hands run up and down my body, making sure to go super slow so that he can touch every inch of me. he removes the blunt from his pink lips before leaning in to blow the smoke into my mouth.

“you’re so fucking sexy, look at you”.

i giggle at his comment as i softly grind against his lap, feeling his cock twitch against the fabric of his sweats.

“that’s it, pretty girl. keep going for me.”

my hips roll against vinnie at a faster pace, the friction becoming too much to handle. i remove my top to reveal the lacy bra i have on underneath, leaving vinnie to imagine every single naughty thought he had on his mind. he brings his hands to my tits, giving them a squeeze which makes me moan. he removes my bra to get a better look and feel.

“so perky and so pretty, just the way i like it.” he says before taking one of nipples in his mouth.

every bite and suck on my nipples has me moaning and grinding against him even faster. i feel his cock practically begging to be released from the prison that is his sweats. the alcohol and weed officially taking over my body, i go to remove vinnie’s jacket, unzipping it to reveal his toned chest and abs.

“fuck baby, i need to be inside you, please.” vinnie groans, the throbbing becoming so painful and hard to ignore.

i hop off his lap and watch him remove his sweats, his big thick cock slapping against his stomach. i audibly whine at the thought of him being inside me and feeling so full of his delicious girth. he motions for me to come back so i do.

“sit on my cock, princess. i wanna feel how tight you are”.

i hover above his length before sinking down on it, feeling so full already and i’m not even halfway. as soon as he’s fully inside me, i feel him bottom out making us both moan at the intense pleasure. i adjust to his size before giving him permission to move. he goes to start before i stop him to kiss him with everything that i have. we continue to kiss as vinnie slowly thrusts his hips up, his cock hitting my cervix. why is he such a tease? i start bouncing up and down, meeting him halfway and letting him know that i want more. he obliges and starts moving at a faster rate, pounding my walls so hard i feel like they’re going to rip.

“fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight.”

“oh vin, please don’t stop, you feel so good!” i cry out as he continues to hit my sweet spot.

the pleasure becomes way too much at this point. i can practically feel myself falling apart on vinnie’s dick and the knot in my stomach unravelling at the speed of light. my eyes roll back and my mouth hangs slightly agape, letting the moans and whimpers fall out from my lips. vinnie takes notice and begins to fuck me even harder. my head lulls forward and i feel his arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer to him, making me lean my head against his shoulder.

“cum for me, princess. you’re so close i can feel you gripping my cock so fucking good. cum for me, you got it.”

those words alone sent me to the moon. i see stars as i feel my cream around him, my juices flowing to the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. i spasm against him, his grip holding me close to him as he cums inside me. vinnie slowly continues to rock inside of me, riding out his high. he slowly pulls out, letting his cock rest against my ass.

“you okay, love?” he asks sweetly.

“yeah, that was unreal!”

we both giggle as we sat in each other’s naked embrace. we slowly start to sober up and the realisation hits me. i just fucked my best friend while drunk and high and enjoyed it. oh my god. i think he realises this too as we both stare at each with wide eyes and open mouths. he goes to speak but i cover his mouth with my hand as i go to speak first.

“vinnie, i really like you and i hope that this doesn’t ruin what we have between us”.

“trust me, sweetheart, it won’t. i really like you too. fuck that, i love you. you have always been by my side since day one.”

“you love me? well, i love you too.” i say before smashing my lips against his.

wow, it turns out that alcohol and weed can make you say and do crazy things that you either regret or don’t regret and this decision is one i definitely don’t regret at all!

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half-oz-eddie · 4 months

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“I’m sorry to do this, Billy, but, effective immediately, you’re fired.”

“Why? What’d I do?!” Billy exclaimed. “It’s almost Christmas! You can’t—“

“We lost a lot of money this year, Billy. You were laid off along with dozens of people. Pick up a severance package from Patty at the desk before you leave, okay? Best of luck to you.”

Billy stormed out of the advertising agency without that shitty severance package.

He couldn’t afford to lose this job. It sucked enough that the pool was only open during the summer and he needed to pay his way through school with a shitty phone job for an advertising company. But getting fired before Christmas really took the cake.

He didn’t want his father to find out he was jobless, or else he’d be homeless, so he went to a job agency and was handed an ad for an administrative assistant to a COO at H.H. Enterprises.

The pay was quintuple his salary at his old job. He didn’t think he had much of a shot with his limited experience and his age, but he completely lost hope when he learned what H.H. actually stood for.

Hugh Harrington, Steve Harrington’s father.

It had been 4 years since Billy and Steve even interacted since they fought. It was a brutal night that still haunted Billy, so he assumed it probably still haunted Steve. He expected Steve to be the one to stop him from getting the job he so desperately needed. Rightfully so, Billy believed.

What made it worse was finding out not only would the COO be interviewing him, Steve was the fucking COO!

“This is just my luck.” Billy mumbled to himself as he took the elevator to the 19th floor of the office building.

He dreaded the reaction to his face when he entered his office, but all Steve did was smile and offer him a handshake.

Billy reluctantly shook his hand and accepted the seat across from Steve.

“So, you worked at that shitty advertising agency, huh?” Steve skimmed through Billy’s very short resume.

“Uh…yeah, they…let me go the day before yesterday.”

“Jesus. Christmas is in like…3 weeks.”

“I know. They let a bunch of people go and tried to give us baskets as severance packages.”

Steve snickered. “That sounds like something they’d do.”

Billy sighed. “Look, St—" He stopped himself, not wanting to be so informal with a bigshot Chief Operating Officer. They were adults now in the working world, and he was at the bottom of the food chain. "Uh, Mr. Harrington—”

“Oh, god, no." Steve emphatically shook his head. "Please don’t. Mr. Harrington’s my old man. Just call me Steve.”

“Okay. Steve. Listen. I know we don’t have the best history, but I work my ass off and I really need this job—“

“No problem, you got it.”

That was easier than he thought. “A-are you sure?”

“Hey. I’d rather have a familiar face around the office for a change. Between you and me, this place is dreadful.”

“It’s just—after what happened between us…”

“We were…stupid high school seniors. It was nearly half a decade ago. I’m over it.”

If Steve was willing to let go, maybe Billy could finally let go of the pain of that night too.

“So…I got the job? When do I start?”

“Now, I guess.”

“Sure. What do you need me to do?”

Steve sighed. “I’ve never had an assistant to tell what to do before. Not that I wanna...boss you around or anything, I just—“ Steve groaned, resting his head on his desk. “I hate working with my dad.”

“You…want some coffee or something?”

“God, yeah. Coffee—coffee sounds great.”

“How d’you like it?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t really like coffee. Just keeps me from falling asleep. However you make it is fine. Also—got a smoke?”

Billy smirked as he stood. “Always do.”

Billy spent most of his days at work learning about Steve and only helping out when he wanted some coffee or seemed too overwhelmed.

He was able to pick up on all his body language. He’d file some paperwork when Steve was stressed, take a call when Steve was pinching the bridge of his nose because he had a migraine and offering him a cigarette when a phone call got too irritating because these old partners of Mr. Harrington’s were either hard of hearing or fucking hardheaded.

Steve never had to say a word when he needed something. Billy was right there by his side whenever he needed his help and support.

He even offered to massage Steve’s shoulders when he mentioned how awful Steve’s posture was.

“God, you are amazing.” Steve moaned as Billy worked out the stiffness in his shoulders. “I really needed you.”

“I’m here, pretty boy. You’ve got nothin’ to worry about now.”

“Ah, yeah. That’s nice. Right there.”

Billy’s hands felt so firm, yet so gentle on Steve’s aching shoulders. He almost wanted to ask him to massage more of his body, but that definitely wasn’t appropriate in the workplace.

Even though they knew each other. They were still strangers to one another, so Steve was getting to know an entirely new person—someone he found special.

“That’s perfect, Billy. Thank you.”

For some reason, that massage felt like more than a massage. Steve already missed Billy’s hands as they pulled away from his shoulders.

“Why don’t we take a break and have some lunch?” Steve offered after typing up exactly one sentence and taking 2 phone calls.

“Cool.” Billy agreed. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Y’know that donut shop across from Melvald’s? They have the best damn sandwiches I’ve ever had. They make this special mayo for their BLTs…you gotta try it.”

“Yeah? I can go get us some.”

Steve handed Billy some money from his pocket. It was more than enough for sandwiches. “Get some donuts and some hot chocolate too. I’m so damn tired of drinking coffee.”

“Anything else? Want me to stop by Melvad’s and pick up your snacks? Your supply drawer seemed a little empty last time I checked.”

“Please. You know I get moody without my Pringles.”

“I know. That’s why I asked.” Billy smiled.

“Hey, Billy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’m good at this job? It’s just—I feel like such an idiot sitting at this desk.”

“You’re doing fine, Steve. You’re damn good at your job. You get your paperwork done on time, your dad’s only been here like—twice to ask you anything and he didn’t even criticize you as much as the first time. You answer all your calls, you show up to all your meetings promptly—“

“Because of you. I do all of that because of you.”

“I’m an assistant, Steve. It’s my job to make sure you’re on the ball. But I’m not in those meetings with those old guys charming them with your ideas. Again. Your ideas. You have a vision for the future of the company.”

“I just…I feel like I’m under a lot of pressure.”

“You are. You’re the COO. It’s a big job. But don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I’ll try not to be. Thanks again, Billy. For always listening to me complain. I never hear you complain once.”

Billy chuckled. “I just complain about you when I get home.”

“Really?” Steve pouted. “Am I that bad?”

Billy's chuckle turned into a boisterous laugh. “I’m kidding. You’re real easy to work with. I’m glad I got this job.”

“Me too.”

They made endearing eye contact, smizing at one another for what felt like an eternity before Billy cleared his throat and turned away.

“I’ll um...go grab lunch and your snacks. Be back soon.”

“Don’t take too long. I don’t think I can do this without you.”

“You’re a big boy, Steve. You can survive an hour without me.”

“An hour?!” Steve whined. “I don’t think I can.”

“Jesus, you’re so clingy.” Billy grinned. “I’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise.”

Steve relaxed his shoulders and his face softened into a smile. “Thank you.”

Billy drove to Melvalds and picked up Steve’s favorite snacks. He got 4 rolls of pringles and a pack of Oreos, then ordered their sandwiches, donuts and hot chocolate.

He wanted to get Steve a Christmas gift, since Christmas was in a few days, but what do you buy a man who has everything? Billy decided to spend the day trying to figure it out.

When he got off the elevator, he could overhear the muffled sounds of arguing through Steve’s closed office door.

“I’m not bringing a date to the Christmas Party!”

“Again?! When are you ever gonna meet a nice girl? You can’t keep showing up without a date. You’re 22, almost 23 years old. No spouse, no family. You look pathetic! You used to have all those girls on your arm. What happened?”

“Nothing happened! I just haven’t dated anyone since I broke up with Nancy!”

“You couldn’t even do that right, could you?!”

“She left me for another guy! That isn’t my fault!”

“It’s every bit your fault. You weren’t enough. You never are! You never apply yourself to anything!“

“I’ve been applying myself here!”

“Yeah, for the past couple of weeks, sure. But for months before that, you were falling behind, missing calls, showing up late—“

“Dad. I’m trying to change!”

“…Yeah. You definitely need to.”

Billy stepped back into the elevator, pretending he’d just gotten off on the floor as Mr. Harrington stepped out of Steve’s office.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Billy greeted with a nod.

“Hello, Billy.” He greeted in a monotonous tone as he entered the elevator.

Billy rushed down the hall to Steve’s office to check on him.

“Hey, pretty boy. I got your snacks and our lunch!” He said with a big smile, hoping to pick up Steve’s mood.

“Can you believe my dad? He comes here just to berate me about not having a girlfriend, throw Nancy in my face and make me feel like shit.”

“Yeah, I…heard everything. If it makes you feel any better. I don’t think you’re pathetic or that you’re not enough. I think you’re pretty great.”

“So what if I don’t bring a date to the office party? Why does he care about appearances more than his own son?”

“It’s just the kinda guy he is, I guess.” Billy shrugged as he unwrapped Steve’s sandwich and filled his snack drawer. “Eat. We’ve still got another 6 hours ahead of us.”

“I love when you say “we.” Because, Y’know, it’s true. We make a great team.”

“We do, yeah.”

“It’d be kinda funny if I took you to the Christmas party as my date, yeah?”

Billy took a deep breath. “Uh…wouldn’t your dad hate that? My dad would definitely hate that.”

“Actually, no. My dad doesn’t care. He’s always talking about modernizing and hiring “more queers for diversity” or something like that.” Steve said, making quotation marks with his fingers.

Billy laughed. “I guess that’s why I’m here.” He said as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“What?” Steve pointedly glanced up at him.

“What?” He innocently chewed his food.

“So then you should definitely be my date!”

“Why so insistent? You queer too?”

“My mom kinda outed me a few months ago. She didn’t know, she just…guessed.”

“How’d your dad react?”

“He said he didn’t think a twink like me would have much luck in the dating pool.”

Billy bursted out into a fit of laughter. “So your dad thinks you're just taking it lying down, huh?"

“I’m not! The two times I’ve been with guys in college, I topped!”

“Oh yeah? Living up to your king Steve persona still?”

“I-it’s just…it works for me, Y’know?” Steve chuckled, obvious blush kissing his face.

“Works for me too.” Billy smirked at him.

“Can uh…” Steve chuckled. “Can you work overtime tonight?”

“Over, under, from the back…wherever you need me, I’m here.”

“You’re not talking about work, are you?”

“You’re not talking about work either.”

They challenged each other with mischievous glances.

“You still haven’t told me if you’ll accompany me to the Christmas party.”

“Course I will. I’d love nothing more than for Mr. Harrington to think you’re my twink.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Steve chuckled.

Billy shot Steve the most alluring smile and intense gaze from those ocean blue eyes. “You better.”

#a holiday gift for y'all #and a treat for me for beating covid #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc

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