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goldenamaranthe-blog · 1 month

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Jazzercise!: Hazbin Hotel

Buckle up, Buttercups! This one's long.

Charlie: (wearing a pair of pink leggings, rainbow sneakers, white exercise t-shirt, and a red sweatband around her head) Alright, Everyone! Today, we're going to be doing some team bonding exercises throoooough- Da-Dada-Daaaaaah! -Exercise!!!

Hazbins: (all groan in dismay and grumble and clamor in annoyance)

Angel: (wearing powder pink leg warmers and neon green leotard that looks like it came out of an 80s) Is there any way we can sit this out? Some of us are hungover.

Vaggie: (wearing a black and purple sports bra and black spandex shorts that cut off halfway down her thighs, hair tied up in a ponytail) Still? We celebrated the hotel's grand reopening last week.

Husker: (wearing your stereotypical gym teacher windbreaker pants but no shirt or jacket) The empty liquor wall at the bar will verify.

Lucifer: (magically appears wearing a pair of bright red, men's booty workout shorts from the 70s, white Dad sneakers with tall red socks, and a white and red sleeveless shirt tucked into the shorts) Well, I'm all for a little sweat and hard work! Whatcha got for us, kiddo?!

Charlie: Dad! (Averts her eyes) What are you wearing?!

Lucifer: What?! I wore this in my college days!

Angel: Oooooh! While I'm not complaining there, Short King, I don't think Charlie appreciates seeing the "King's Apple" lodged in your shorts.

Lucifer: Huh? (Looks down at the natural, indiscreet bulge in his shorts) ........But these shorts cup the boys so nicely.

Charlie: (about to puke like when she watched Angel's best porno during show and tell)

Vaggie: Babe, let's just focus on getting the workout done. Alright?

Charlie: OoOookay.... Um... Do you mind taking over? I actually have no idea what I'm doing.

Vaggie: (sparkle in her eye) Sure thing, babe. (Turns to the rest and squares her shoulders) Alright, we are going to start with two easy laps around the track followed by partner bear crawls for two hundred meters, thirty burpies, and ending with twenty inverted push-ups! Any questions?

Hazbins: (awkwardly glance at each other)

Niffty: (wearing a 50s style one piece workout suit) YAY!!! PAIN!!!

Vaggie: THEN MOVE!!!

-One Hour Later-

Hazbins: (moaning and groaning in agony as they lay defeated on the track)

Angel: (rolled out like a spider that got run over) Charlie..... Toots.....

Charlie: (gasping for breath as she falls to her knees and holds herself up on shaking arms) Yeah.... Angel?

Angel: (Looks over to Vaggie who is on her third iteration of bear crawls and using an equally dead Lucifer for weight) If this psychopathic bitch of a stamina monster brings this kind of energy to the bedroom, (wheezes and coughs) then I'll pray for your loins the next time you guys have sex.

Charlie: (panting as she rolls onto her back, too tired to even correct the inappropriate statement) Thank you, Angel. (Tilts her head up and leans on her elbows to watch Vaggie)

Vaggie: (finishes the bear crawls and drops Lucifer off with a jump) Thanks for being my partner, Sir. (Breaks into her burpees)

Lucifer: (wheezes through little spindles of smoke) No problem, Vaggie. Anytime. (To Charlie) What do you feed that girl?

Charlie: (watching Vaggie intently with a fresh blush not caused by exertion)

Angel: Charlie?

Charlie: (watches the muscles in Vaggie's thighs and shoulders work as she speeds through her burpees)

Lucifer: Chaaaaarlie? (Snaps fingers) Little Duckie, are you alright?

Charlie: (hearts beat in her eyes and Careless Whispers plays in the background somewhere as she watches Vaggie's leg, shoulder, and back muscles contract and flex under the duress)

Vaggie: (finishes her burpees and goes into a handstand, briefly getting her balance before starting her handstand push-ups)

Charlie: (watches a bead of sweat follow the contours of Vaggie's shoulder muscles and scars and drool starts dribbling down her chin) Angel.... I need that prayer now....

Angel: Huh? (Follows Charlie'sline of sight and groans in pain as he brings his hands up in prayer) Our Unholy Father of Debauchery, please see that this horny bitch's snatch makes it safely out of the upcoming pounding she is about to receive. May her holes be elastic and well lubricated to avoid tearing, her legs be flexible as they reach behind her head, her orgasms shake her very foundation, and the aftercare be filled with all the cutsey cuddling she can handle. Amen.

Charlie: (continues watching) I wanna climb her.

Lucifer: (awkwardly) Uhhhhh.... Vaggie's not a tree, sweetie.

Charlie: I want her to *CENSORED* my *CENSORED* and *BEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEP* while *CENSORED*,and then *BEEEEEEEEEEEP* and *CENSORED*

Angel: (gasps and clutches his imaginary pearls) Holy Fuck, Babe!!! Cool your jets! (Pulls out his phone and starts recording) I gotta use some of these lines at the next recording!

Charlie: When she smacks my *BEEEEP*, I want to *CENSORED* *BEEEP BEEP* and *BEEEEP-EP-EP-BEEEEEEEP* to taste *CENSORED*.

Lucifer: (faints after hearing his daughter saying such filth)

Angel: (stops recording) ......Fucking-A, Charlie, that's even making me feel dirty.....

Thank you, @sevi-fuk, for giving me the idea of Charlie going fiendish about Vaggie and her muscles.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husker #lucifer morningstar #niffty #hazbin crew #Vaggie is a stamina monster #supportive big brother angel #charlie gets turned on by Vaggie's muscles and physical capabilities #exercise #muscles

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hunterbunter3000 · 9 months

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141 + the others reacting to sweetheart in tight pants or short-shorts that leave nothing to the imagination?

Ugh G O D YES

(The Krueger imagine)

141!Sweetheart is getting really comfortable around the boys, enough to wear shorts that look like underwear on her. She has embraced her past and new scars and now wants to wear whatever she wants around the people she loves (platonically?idk LMAO) although she whines about it being too tight around her hips, she wears the black spandex shorts that ride up way too much on her thighs and ass. Fat jiggling while she walks, hypnotizing the men she works with. Price bites into his cigar, Ghost spills his tea as Gaz and Soap choke on their breakfast. König had to shuffle down in his chair to hide his groin under the table, while Alex and Roach just freeze and stare. Horangi had to go... clean up, as he brushed past a lightheaded Rudy and a grinning Alejandro.

She smiles at them and says, "Good morning!' Like she always does, innocent to their hard gazes. But she knows.

She knows hunger when she sees it, and she likes to keep them starving for more.

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crowning-in-my-panties · 5 months

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birth aerobics

a bubbly blonde woman overdue with twins and dressed in hot pink spandex. She's flanked by pregnant folks of various genders in various stages of labor, varying shapes and sized bellies.

"Come on yal! These babies won't birth themselves!" She shouts. Her followers moan and groan.

She pops up and down, tits and belly bouncing.

"And 1, 2, 3, 4, let's squat...2, 3, 4. And push .. 2, 3, 4,..And hold."

Whimpers. The floor is covered in birthing juices.

"Good job!" She croons. She leads the group through a few exercises.

"Are you crowning yet?"

A men shouts, "its coming!" Someone whimpers in the back. The camera focuses as the man begins to birth into his leotard.

"Push, 2, 3 4, and pant,pant, pant, out that head! Beautiful!"

The blonde smiles and bobs along. She grunts.

"Everybody break your waters!" Her water erupts like a fire hydrant.

She moans and groans with her followers.

"And squat, squat, squat, push that head out, 2, 3, 4."

It was becoming harder and harder to hear as the chorus of moans and grunts was louder and her own labor progressed.

"ITS COMING!" The camera focused on the varying stages of birth slowing occurring.

The blonde stopped and pushed standing upright. She beckoned the camera over, pushing the spandex to the side to watch her push to crown the head

She moaned, stroking her pussy as she slowly birthed into her own hands.

When the final person cried out their quadruplet, the blonde cheered.

"See you guys later for birth yoga!."

#birth kink #crown for me #pregnant kink

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thetightstuff · 7 months

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University of Texas football special teams with Gabriel Lozano and Bert Auburn

#men in lycra #lycra lover #lycra bulge #lycra gear #spandex men #football pants #football gear #football jock #college jock #sports gear #muscle jock #athletic gear

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luvly-writer · 5 months

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"XOXO"

Ch 8 She makes the whole place shimmer

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Author’s note: Long chapter ahead! I worked so hard on this and Chapter 9 so please, you are invited to let me know your feedback! Hope you all enjoy!!<3

Warnings: creepy men

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Y/n's leg kept bouncing as she sat in one of the rooms of the Gilded Hall. Her family had arrived early due to the fact that her mother and sisters were part of the organization committee. Yn was always in charge of the decorations and this year she had gone all out. The theme was red, gold, and green and it looked beautiful. She would have enjoyed her work even more if only her family hadn't invited Mr. Moris as well. The moment that he arrived, she had fled to one of the many vanity rooms of the hall. Still, in her white long furry coat, which she maintained to keep her beautiful dress hidden, she waited for Tim's text telling her that he had arrived. Finally, she hears the notification go off on her phone.

She sent Tim her location and soon, she heard him knock. She walked towards the door and let him in.

"Why are you still in your coat?" he asked taking a good look at her.

"I panicked and ran when I saw Mr. Morris making his way towards him. Plus I wanted to make a big reveal of my dress because no one else has seen it, " she said looking down and playing with her coat.

"Isn't that a bit dramatic?" he asked with an amused smirk.

"You dress up in a spandex suit and fight crime under the alias of a bird. Do YOU have room to judge?" she quips as she takes him in. Sleek black suit, grey vest and white dress shirt that fitted him just right. Sleek black pants with black shiny dress shoes as well. But that wasn't what caught her eyes the most...it was the very shiny, very glittery light blue tie he was wearing. She walks towards him and smiles.

"Your tie..." she whispers as she caresses it..

He looks down at her. Even with her heels, he was taller than her. "What about it?" he asked softly.

"It matches perfectly! My sisters are going to freak out. We will look perfect...AND AND IT SPARKLES TIM IT SPARKLES!" she smiled brightly and a part of Tim's heart wanted to keep that smile there forever.

"Yes it does, angel" he smiled.

"Let's go!" she took his hand and pulled him out. She led him around many different passages.

"How do you know this place so well?" he asked seeing as she finally reached one hall. He could see the entrance at the end of it and knew that she was going to defininitely going to make a big entrance.

"How does it look?" she asked and Tim finally turned to look at her. She had taken her coat off and was showing him her dress. True to her word her dress was light blue with a lot of sparkly diamonds. A true winter goddess. She was dazzling. She twirled in front of him and smiled.

"Breathtaking, angel. Doing justice to your name" he said with adoration in his eyes.

"What name?" She laughed and it really went straight through his heart.

"The ice queen" he answered, offering her his arm. "I still don't understand why that is your nickname seeing as of the three of you, you are the least that should be classified as a nightmare," he asked as you both began walking forward. Y/n stayed quiet, the dazzling smile she had on faltered a little. He was expecting one of her witty comebacks or another of her lovely eye rolls and yet he got silence and a sight frown.

“Sometimes you have to be a little bit cruel for people to take you seriously” she said looking down, “but that is not the topic tonight! Ready?”

she changed the subject, tugging his arm and smiling again.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said trying to move past that weird moment. He will store it in his head to investigate it later on.

Once they neared the entrance, the attention was on them. Paparazzi from everywhere were taking pictures and asking questions. Everyone wanted the latest insider on what was going on between two of the most prominent figures of Gotham. Y/n smiled and waved as she hugged Tim's arm tighter. Tim wanted to look at the camera but all he could do was admire her. They posed here and there, he smiled at them every once in a while, but his eyes would not leave Y/n. This made the crowd go even more wild.

Finally, they were beginning to get closer to the Vanderbilts. William Vanderbilt, Y/n's father, stood tall and imposing. He was known to be quite serious. Next to him was Franchesca Vanderbilt, Y/n's mother. It was obvious where Yn got her beauty from. Y/n had her eyes, fave structure, and hair. Not far from them were Aurora and Charlisse with their respective husbands. It is true what they say, there has never been an ordinary woman in the Vanderbilt family. They were all known for their remarkable abilities and breathtaking beauty. Not too far back, Mr. Morris was standing, sizing him up. Noticing this, Tim smirked and decided to pull Y/n closer, kissing her temple.

"Mother, father, sisters, what a lovely evening! I would love to present you all to Timothy, my boyfriend" Y/n said, showing him off proudly. She laid her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm smiling. His heart warmed at her affection, even though he knew it was for show.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all. Mr. Vanderbilt, it has been a while. Ladies, you all look dazzling." said Tim as he flashed his most charming smile.

Yn's sisters smiled at the pair and shook Tim's hand.

"The pleasure is all ours, Mr. Drake Wayne. Our sister seems to be completely smitten over you," said Aurora, smiling softly at how Tim turned to look at Y/n and wink at her, causing her to roll her eyes playfully. "Let us hope that this pairing does both of you good." she finished and left with her husband. Charlisse inspected him lightly and raised her eyebrow at him. "That's the baby of the family, Timothy, one wrong move and I will have every private investigator in a 5-mile radius on you and leave you with nothing." She said with a big smile.

"Ever the diplomatic, Char. Let's leave the threats for another day, please, we are in public" responded Y/n. Charlise raised her nose and walked away. That left them with her parents, who had not spoken a word the entire time. Franchesca tried to give him a warm smile and seemed welcoming. On the other hand, William speaks up. "I hope tonight's dinner helps us get to know you Timothy, we have been anxious to meet you," he said. Something about the way he said anxious gave Tim a bad feeling. Not only that, the way Y/n tightened her grip on him made him grow cautious. What had he stepped into?

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So far the dinner had gone fairly well. They had been seated at the table and people were mingling amongst themselves. They were placed on a straight table. Yn had been seated between Tim and Mr. Morris. To his left, were sat Aurora and her husband. In front of them, from left to right, were seated Charlisse and her husband, William, and Franchesca. He sat directly in front of her father, and Y/n sat in front of her mother.

They had gotten through the first two courses when William spoke up. "So Timothy, is it true you actually dropped out of high school?" Francesca turned to look at her husband scoldingly. Before she could open her mouth and excuse her husband, Tim spoke up. "Yes, I decided to drop out when Bruce offered me the position of CEO, I wanted to focus on the business." William's face stayed stone cold. Charlisse decided to continue with the question, "How ethical is it to place a seventeen-year-old in the position of CEO?" Y/n glared at her, knowing that her sister was playing the same game as her father.

"Pretty ethical, I'd say. He had been teaching me the ways of the company when I had recently turned 17, and he gave it to me a few weeks before my 18th birthday; meaning that when the paperwork was finalized I was legally an adult." Tim responded taking a sip from his drink. Y/n held his hand on top of the table and squeezed it in reassurance. She had warned him of the targeting they would have done to him.

"Say, and how has that gone for you?" she asked, "Surely a kid can't possibly be apt to take over and not lead them to bankruptcy"

"I'll have you know that Tim's mind is brilliant, Charlisse. If you'd been informed, you would know that Wayne Enterprises has done nothing but flourish and grow ever since Tim became the head of the company." Y/n defended. This wasn't the first time they piled up against a boyfriend of hers. (well fake boyfriend in this situation, but they did not know that)

"Thank you, angel. And to answer your question, Bruce went a few months shadowing me so that if I had any problems or questions, he would be there to help. He made sure the transition was as smooth as possible. I am completely grateful for him trusting me with this opportunity and helping me along the way" he answered. Your mother awed at that and smiled.

"I find that difficult to believe," said Charlisse and was about to ask another question when Aurora spoke up, "Charlisse, that is enough. He is a guest at our party, don't forget your manners," she said. Y/n smiled at her gratefully.

"Francis, old friend, what did you say you did this weekend?" your father asked smirking at the old man. You felt your heart drop a little.

"I took a trip to the Met Museum in New York. I had the pleasure of purchasing one of the most lovely paintings I have ever encountered. Are you all familiar with the Le Saule Pleureur?" he said and looked directly at Y/n. Tim felt her stiffen at his words and looked at her questionally.

"I'm afraid that I am not aware of how that is possible. Le Saule Pleurer is not a painting that is on sale," said Y/n taking a big sip of her wine.

"But it is. Your father put a good price on it and now it is currently being sent to my home gallery." Mr. Morris said, sending a chilling smile towards Yn.

Yn felt her heart stop. She looked towards her father and he looked down to his food, unable to meet her eyes. She turned to her mother whose eyes were filled with pity. Yn could feel a knot in her throat. "How could you?" she asked softly.

Tim felt his heart shatter at her tone. He looked at the young girl and placed his arm around her. He had no idea what they were speaking about yet he didn't press much. He decided to observe the room around him. Aurora looked horrified at the news and turned to discuss it with her husband. Charlisse was watching her father and sister intently, waiting for the next move. Something about her reminded Tim of a snake willing to pounce. Then her mother, reached out to Y/n and tried to place her hand on top of hers but only received a cold look. Her father was watching Yn intently, waiting for her next move and Mr. Morris was smirking at the scene. Yn was about to say something but her father cut her off.

"It is just a painting, Y/n. Don't make a scene now." He said dryly, "Besides if you wish to see your precious painting, you know the answer to your problem is clear as day". Everyone caught his insinuation. Tim had deduced that it was something of great value to Yn and the only way she would be able to see it was if she married Mr. Morris. "Father...." Yn began, but wasn't able to finish because the debutantes were going to be presented.

For the rest of the meal, Y/n would only interact with him and Aurora. Mr. Morris would try to make advances to her and she would cuddle closer to Tim every time. Finally, the dinner was over. The debutants and guests were invited to take the floor. Tim took this opportunity to bring Y/n away and give her some space to breathe.

He wanted to ask but refrained from doing so in a very public setting. He could feel Yn was glad that he had not asked yet. A few dances later and Tim went to look for some refreshments, leaving Yn alone to wait for him.

"Miss Vanderbilt" she heard someone call her. She turned around and saw Mr. Morris nearing her. She looked around for Tim but she was too late, Mr. Morris had gotten a hold of her.

"You seem to be constantly avoiding me, Miss Vanderbilt," he said. She saw his eyes scanning her body up and down. She hugged herself trying to place a little coverage. "And that saddens me, my girl. I have been nothing but kind to you all these years and this is how you repay me. I have held nothing but admiration for you ever since your were a child" he smiled creepily.

"Ever since I was a child? What is that supposed to mean?" she asked disgusted.

"I have held adoration for you, your remarkable abilities, and your beauty ever since you were a young girl, my dear. Have you not ever noticed?"

"I have Mr. Morris, and I believe it is hardly appropriate," she said timidly.

"Please call me Francis"He insisted.

"I'd rather not," she remarked, which made the man grow frustrated.

"Miss Vanderbilt, I can assure you it is appropriate, you are 21 years of age. You are surely a legal and consulting adult, I have been waiting for-"

"Surely, waiting for a minor to become legal must be considered an act of pedophilia by some people, don't you think, Francis?" interrupted Tim. He had heard some of the conversation and was absolutely disgusted by it. He had to intervene. Mr. Moris glared at Tim and made a displeased sound. Tim gave Yn her glass and wrapped his arms around her waist. Feeling Tim hug her from behind, Yn relaxed into his body. She felt safe around him.

"I suggest you stay out of the matter at hand, Timothy." He said, straightening his back to try to be at eye level with Tim.

"That is Mister Drake Wayne to you, Francis.. and of course this concerns me. My girlfriend is being weirded out by the flirtations of a man twice her age who refuses to take the hints of her clear discomfort and notice the clear boundaries she has placed." He said tugging Yn behind him, creating a physical division between Mr, Moris and her.

"You are in no good authority to speak to me as such. I will have a conversation with your father about this, Miss Vanderbilt. This is an insult. You will face the repercussions, Miss Vanderb-" he was cut off by Tim

“I can assure you she will not. Go near her again and I will have my lawyers and my father's on call by sunrise. You are familiar with the expression 'a Wayne never loses a case' am I correct? I will have you know if anyone in my family catches word of this predatory behavior you can say goodbye to your public standing because we will make sure your reputation will be considered dead. Have I made myself clear?" Tim seethed. You had never seen this side of him and were taken aback.

"You can't do that" said a trembling Mr. Morris.

"Yes. I. Can." stated Tim coldly, "I have the money and the standing, so test me." Everybody knew the Wayne's name was Old Money, so standing he did have. He was going through with his word and everyone knew it. Finally, Mr. Morris backed up with an angry face. Tim took Yn's hand and let her out. She was too in shock of the situation to say anything.

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rmoonstoner · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

Masturbation

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Warnings:

18+, age gap, sparring is foreplay, masturbation, Stephen has a really big dick, dirty talk, sexual taunting/frustration, face fucking, come swallowing, sparring with Stephen, that one move that stops men in their tracks in anime, you know the one. Crotch to face leg lock.

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Pairing:

Doctor Strange x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

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Summary:

Stephen thinks about his apprentice in ways he knows that he really shouldn't. He gets caught in the act by you.

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He didn't know when he became so infatuated with you, but now he was one hundred percent certain that he couldn't continue to deny his basic carnal urges. He had a thing for you the moment he first laid eyes on you, and yet he kept it to himself. You were young, almost young enough to pass as his daughter, yet that didn't stop his depraved thoughts about you.

Today was one of those days that tested his patience.

You were bound and determined to beat him at hand to hand combat, with no magic tricks or magical artifacts to aid either person, and Stephen had let you win this time.

You were doing poorly, but when he started to tease you playfully, you got really mad, really quickly. You lunged at him after the third time that he called you weak, and you knocked him over quite easily without his trusty cloak on his shoulders. He was not expecting the way you came at him either, with you jumping high enough to wrap your legs around his head.

He didn't know what to do as your spandex covered crotch came flying at his face, effectively surprising him enough to catch him off guard and knock him onto his back. He hit the ground hard, the air rushing from his lungs against your warm center. When he inhaled, all he could smell was your sweet scent and he found himself unable to do a damn thing about it.

He expected you to get off of him immediately, but you stayed there and cackled at him.

"Do you concede, old man?"

The cockiness of your voice sounded far more sultry to him then he'd ever heard out of you. His brain backfired, and all he could think about was grabbing hold of your thighs, banishing your clothes, and opening his mouth to pleasure you…

But instead, he grunted and raised a shaking hand to your thigh and gently patted it to give you the signal that he was giving up. Again he waited for you to get off of him, but you rocked forward and looked down at his eyes.

The look you gave him was something he could only describe as a smug look of pleasure, followed by a flirtatious wink, before you finally got up and off of him. The second you stood up, he sat up and crossed his legs, facing away from you as he subtly adjusted his hard cock in his pants as you joyously declared your win.

"I win."

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Now it was midnight, and Stephen had locked himself away in his personal office. He had been itching to have a moment of peace all day since that little sparring match he had with you. He couldn't get the memory of your smell, or your soft, yet strong thighs that were once wrapped around his entire head. He kept replaying the odd way you rocked on his face, and how you seemed to get off on that. He had been at full mast since, and he was lucky his robes hid his erection perfectly.

Which was good, because you wouldn't leave his side until about forty minutes ago, when you claimed you were going to bed.

Now Stephen was sitting in his chair, with his cell phone propped up on the desk. He had a photo of you in your swim suit that you had sent him last week. It was meant to tease him about declining your offer to go to the beach with you. You called him an old fuddy duddy, and he left you on read. He didn't know what he was supposed to say to such a photo, and he figured anything he could come up with would sound inappropriate.

It didn't stop him from promptly saving the photo into his personal folder for later.

Later, being now.

He had his robes pulled open to reveal his chest. His pants were unfastened, his throbbing and rigid cock proudly on display as he thought about what it would be like to go down on you. The head was leaking freely as he wrapped his fingers around his member, squeezed himself good, and began to stroke himself slowly.

"Fuck… You smelled so fucking good, and you were so fucking warm… I bet you taste even better…" He groaned with a few quick tugs as his eyes slid halfway shut. He swept his thumb over the blunt tip and spread his precome around in slow circles.

"I bet you were wet… Naughty little thing, getting off on sitting on your Master's face, and fucking rocking your sweet pussy against my mouth…" His voice was low and rough, almost as if he were trying to be quiet.

He didn't know why he was trying to be quiet. You were in your bedroom, which was next door to his bedroom…

Which was precisely why he was in his office, all the way at the other end of the Sanctum.

"Gods… I just want to pin you down and fuck that attitude right out of you…" He grunted and his hand sped up as he leaned all the way back in his chair. His brows furrowed as the sensations rocked him to his very core.

"I bet you're fucking tight. You'd feel so good wrapped around my cock…"

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You couldn't sleep. It had been thirty minutes of staring at your four poster bed's canopy, and all you could think about was how empowering it had been to finally best your teacher, even if it was a cheap win. The way he suddenly froze and easily gave up was so fucking adorable.

And hot as fuck.

His mouth had been right where you wanted it, so hot and moist, and you even tried to give him a hint that you wanted him to win, that you wanted him to best you and flip you over…

Dominate you…

But he took the high road, and gave up too fast, leaving you wanting. You thought for sure you could seduce him, but he denied you. Even following him around all day and brushing up against him didn't make him look at you again.

You got up and left your room in your nightgown, wandering towards Stephen's personal office. If you couldn't sleep, you were going to borrow one of the books that Stephen had. He had given you permission to borrow them whenever you wished, as long as you left him a note on what you took and when. You usually left it on his desk, then left. You got right up to his office door and heard something that made you still and go completely quiet.

It sounded like Stephen was still awake and in his office!

Oh good, perhaps you wouldn't need to leave a note. You could just grab the book, show it to him, and be on your way…

"Fuck… You smelled so fucking good, and you were so fucking warm… I bet you taste even better…"

A shiver ran through you when you registered what he was saying. You swallowed hard and quietly pressed yourself against the door.

"I bet you were wet… Naughty little thing, getting off on sitting on your Master's face, and fucking rocking your sweet pussy against my mouth…"

Your legs squeezed together as you listened to him moan and continue to talk dirty to himself. You could hear his fancy wooden and leather office chair creaking as he moved. Every word made your pussy tingle and drip. You couldn't help it as your hand moved down your front and palmed your breast, while the other one snaked downwards. You bunched up your gown and slipped your hand between your thighs where you weren't wearing underwear.

"Gods… I just want to pin you down and fuck that attitude right out of you…"

Oh Gods above!

He felt the same way about you as you did for him!

"I bet you're fucking tight. You'd feel so good wrapped around my cock…"

You bit your lip in effort to hold back the whine that tried to escape your lips, and leaned against the door. The door suddenly creaked very loudly, then just as suddenly, it opened. You felt your body tip over without the door there to brace you and you squeaked in surprise.

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Stephen heard the groan of old wood and his head whipped up to look at the door just as it flew open. His first thought was to hide himself and what he was doing, but when he saw your shocked face and the position of your hands, he froze you in your place.

Time was still moving, yet you were not. You blinked a few times when you saw the odd angle you were in, then slowly looked over at Stephen as your whole body got hot with embarrassment at being caught like this…

With your nightgown hiked up so Stephen could clearly see your hands and what they had been doing.

A sinister thought ran through his mind.

You came to his office at midnight, wearing that fucking see through sheer fabric, with no underwear, and…

And!

With your hands cupping your soft flesh, one with breast in it, the other with two fingers, knuckle deep into your wet hole.

Stephen suddenly felt a dark arousal course through him. He brought one hand up and tilted it, making your body rise off of the ground and pulled you in. You stared at him, not sure if you were frozen from being caught with your hands in your pants, or if he had actually frozen you and you couldn't move. The door slammed shut and locked itself up tightly and you huffed.

"Well, well, well… Look at what we have here…"

You shivered at the tone in his voice and let out a soft whine. He sounded smooth, voice buttery soft as his eyes raked your form. You noticed he was blushing, his eyes clearly full of lust. You exhaled through your nose and felt your walls clench around your fingers. You still were having a hard time with this. You looked him over again, and saw him just sitting there in his chair…

And his robes were wide open, showing off his muscular torso. One side, the left, had fallen down, showing his bare shoulder. He had scars all over his skin, but the one that was the most vividly visible, was the spider web like dark red patch over his heart. Almost none of it healed right, and you recalled Master Wong telling you that Stephen had once been stabbed there while defending his Sanctum. Your eyes slowly went lower. The top part of his abdomen was fully exposed, but the desk got in the way of what you really wanted to see.

"Where's that smart mouth, now? Hm, princess?"

"Right here, old man. Maybe I'll let you use it if you show me that dick." You snarked back. You didn't know what came over you.

Stephen's brows shot up and he grinned wickedly at you. He placed his hands on the desk and he moved you to stand in front of it.

"Careful now. You're treading on thin ice." He warned you.

"And you were jacking off while thinking about me."

"Touche. I can see you were as well." He replied as he laced his fingers together and made you sit in the chair across from him. You whined when you didn't get to see his cock.

"You see… I'm in my office, in the middle of the night. You came to me, and burst in here, without permission."

"So that's a no, then?" You retorted rudely.

"Excuse me?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I'm taking it as a no that you don't want to use my mouth?" You snapped, and he blinked very slowly a few times, before smirking at you

"Oh, if you're offering, I'll definitely take you up on that offer, but I really don't think you can handle me."

"I call bullshit." You chuckled. He looked dead serious.

"Really? Because my last girlfriend thought it was too big."

"Ha! That's what a man with a small penis would say." You taunted him. He didn't bat an eye. Instead, his smile got wider and he titled his head

"Of course you'd say such a thing. Haha, silly me. We're too much alike. Cocky, self assured, full of yourself, unable to shut the fuck up…" Stephen purred out.

"Then make me shut up. Show me the goods, or I will assume it's tiny, and that's why you're so fucking grumpy all the time." You hissed at him, while he laughed softly.

"Such a potty mouth. I've never seen you so unhinged." He said as he shifted in his seat. You glared at him.

"Try me, old man. You're just sour, because you're a tall ass mother fucker, with a little penis-" You kept taunting him, not realizing he was moving his chair back to stand. When he finally did, you stopped talking, your eyes going to stare down at his groin.

Your mouth hung open at how big he was, the words dying on your tongue as you salivated at the sight of him. He was not joking when he said it was big, but you didn't think it would be, you know…

That big!

"Well, well, well. Speechless, are we?" Sephen chuckled as he stepped around his desk and came to stand beside you. Your eyes followed his every movement, eyes staying on his. You watched as he flicked his wrist and the chair you were sitting in suddenly turned so you were facing him.

At this angle, you were now eye level with his dick, with him standing so close, his cock was just a foot away from your face. It looked even bigger up close, with the fat velvety head tinged a deep pink, and purple veins pulsing along his shaft. The tip was wet, leaking precome, and you licked your lips as your eyes met his once more.

"That's… That's not big. That's fucking huge!" You remarked with a touch of concern in your voice. He raised a brow and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a good squeeze and a tug. Your eyes darted back down, a small gasp came from you.

"So you're saying it would be too much for you then?"

"N-no…"

"Then what is it, princess? You can tell me, your master." The way he said master this time made you shiver. He held a whole different meaning in his tone.

"It's just… I haven't… It's been ages since I had sex last." You finally admitted.

Stephen's face softened a bit and he reached out to cup your face with his free hand. His thumb caressed your cheek softly.

"How about this, then… I like you more than I should, and you clearly like me just as much. Want to start out slow?"

"What do you mean?" You breathed back.

"You watch me, and I watch you. No touching each other. Then, you decide whether or not you want to go any farther with me."

"Why do I have to decide?"

"I'm in a position of power, my dear. I want this badly, but I must know if you really do as well." He gave himself a squeeze, his thumb twitching at the underside of his cock.

"Okay… May I be allowed to move?" You asked timidly, and he smiled eith a small laugh.

"I didn't tell you that you couldn't." He hummed and leaned against his desk, his hand still loosely holding his erection.

"Oh… Yes." You suddenly felt a bit stupid, but he stayed quiet and waited for you to get comfortable.

You scooted back in your chair and looked up at his eyes, then back down to his cock. He was now dripping to the floor with how aroused he was. You sighed and spread your legs, going to take off your gown, when he reached out with his free hand and waved the garment away.

"Yeah, just like that, princess. I want to see you, all of you." He groaned and placed a hand behind him, bracing it on his desk as his hips jutted forwards a bit.

Your eyes looked down, seeing the way his scarred hands pleasured himself. You groaned back as you moved your hands back to where they had been, before falling into his office so carelessly. You first cupped a breast and gently rubbed your nipple between two fingers, then used the other hand to spread your cunt out for him to see. He grunted and sped up his hand as he watched your fingers dip in and out, your juices dripping onto the leather of the chair beneath you.

"You see this, Master? You did this to me. You do this to me every day. Do you know how frustratingly awful it's been, being around a man such as yourself, and you're constantly treating me like I'm a fragile moron? I just want to please you, make you proud of me." You purred out the words while rubbing your clit. He stared, unable to tear his eyes away as you added another finger to your dripping hole.

"Fuck… Everyday?" He grunted and cleared his throat. His hand slowed down, thumb rubbing his slick around his head.

"I am proud of you. I just… I have been trying to keep you at arms length. What would your friends say?"

"They'd congratulate me on shagging the Sorcerer Supreme." You hummed back and fucked your pussy faster.

"You'd tell them that? Ugnnn…" He groaned started to fuck into his fist in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yes. I'd be quite proud to tell them I have sex with you everyday."

"Everyday..? Fuck!"

Stephen growled as your pussy made loud squelching noises. You tilted your head back and pinched your nipple a few times, before bringing up your fingers from your pussy and slipping them into your mouth. You sucked on them and he huffed and whined, his hand going faster, grip tightening.

"Everyday."

"Gods… Gonna come…"

"Come in my mouth." You purred, then opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He was quick to move forward, his hand going to the back of your head and gripping your hair tightly. He pulled you forward, pushing the head of his cock into your mouth.

You leaned forward and took as much of him as you could and sucked hard while rubbing him with your tongue. He groaned and stroked himself harder, his hips pushing forward and backwards as you let him fuck your face. With a loud grunt and a deep sigh, he came hard, spurting his seed into your mouth. You swallowed every last drop and kept sucking him until he was spent. When he was done, he was breathing heavily and grinning ear to ear at you.

"So much for not touching each other. Now it's your turn to come."

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Part two will be later in the month.

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warnings: cowboy!jean, bargirl!reader, suggestive content, mostly pining, black coded

notes: kinda got inspo from a tik tok, it’s just something about cowboys man 😩 also not proof read very sorry

cowboy!jean whose become a regular at this little bar that sits right before you enter the valley of rose. walks in like a sucker, belt snug around his jeans, his cowboy boots pointed and shined, clacking with every step he takes into the wooded bar. but he’s looking for the one soul that makes him keep coming back…you.

cowboy!jean whose chosen the pretty girl who’s always tripping over her own feet and spilling drinks down her tits as his next fuck. the same pretty bar girl that accidentally spilled a beer on his crotch some odd days ago and panted around frantically as she searched for some type of rag to clean it up. spouting, “ ‘m so sorry sir, didn’t mean to get ya all dirty-“ as she massaged a cloth right over his crotch. the cowboy’s face grew beet red as stared at her tits, shimmering in the yellow light of the bar, the brown of your nips showing through that flinsy white top. “y-yer fine, it was just an accident, sweetie,”

cowboy!jean who notices your soft features; your thick ole lips, your hair that flows to the ground, and that tiny pair of shorts that fits your hips so nice that they look like panties. the frayed ends of the shorts make you rub your thighs together, occasionally since it just tickles you sometimes. he swallows down a deep groan as you accidentally nudged his growing boner — how distasteful. praying on this hot, young bar girl who doesn’t realize how much the cowboy she’s attending to wants to fuck her. he doesn’t have the balls to tell her, so he’ll just keep coming back to the bar until he builds the courage.

cowboy!jean who taps his fingers against the bar when he settles on his honorary stool. one bar girl comes up to him as he twirls the end of a wheat stem in in between his teeth, “y/n, in today? she should be it is friday,” he looks around for a good minute wondering when his ditzy girl would come crashing though the bar, and like it was your signal you came bustling through the double wooden doors, balancing four drinks. they wobbled hopelessly on your arm, but you saved yourself not letting any of the sticky beer destroy any more of your clothes.

cowboy!jean who giggles as he watches you cock your brows at each of the drinks as you try to recall who each one belongs too. yet, jean can’t help but grow agitated at all the men who stare at you; the one’s who whisper to close to your ears, the ones that stare a little too hard when you walk away, and the one’s who take the time to slip cash right in between your finely squished tits. you always respond with a cute little giggle and a kiss on the cheek. “y/n!” he calls from the bar table. you whip your head around and zoom over to him immediately, with the widest smile on your face and he can’t help but look at your outfit. black spandex that lets your ass hang right out the bottom, a nice hot pink thong sits high on your waist, and you’ve got a hot pink crop top that reads “barbie”, decorated with silver rhinestones.

cowboy!jean who tips his hat when you ask him if he wants his usual, samuel adams with a lime decorating the rim. “beer is so nasty,” you gag as you set his drink on a napkin before him, “i don’t know how y’all drink this.” you shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. “gotta have the taste buds for it, sweets.” he giggles as he kisses the bottle, “hopefully i never get the taste for it.” you place your hands on your hips and step a little closer to him. you hate to admit it, but you liked it when he called on you and touched you just a little. you liked when he’d pull you on his lap and massage your hips — his favorite bar girl. he liked how clumsy you were even though you constantly tried your hardest.

cowboy!jean who catches you staring at him as he drinks his beer, but he didn’t really catch you since he’s been staring at you the same. “want something ?” he finally ask as the bar clears out, there’s a bit of stragglers that sit separately at the wooden tables; sipping on their drinks and playing cards, but jean’s the only one at the bar and and you’re one of the last two waiters. at this times you pull out your phone and start a live on your instagram, immediately your followers join and you set down the phone and move back from the camera so that it catches jean in the frame. “hey guys! this is my favorite cowboy in all the land.” you motion to him and giggle. you put your hand up to hide your mouth from his view before you gesture towards him with you thumb, “but he likes me more—“. “i can still hear ya, y/n”.

cowboy!jean who just listen and watches you ramble to the camera, but he finds himself getting too caught up in staring at you as he downs his beer. he turns around in his stool and lets his elbows rest on the bar. his boots tap against the floor and his thighs spread wide as he sits as your closest viewer. you bend forward and look at the comments rolls in, ‘girl look at how he’s watching you’ , “sis he wants him some of you! can’t blame him i do too 😏” and a bunch of of other things that make your grow hot and peer back at him. “what,” you mumble, he pulls of his hat and fixes his mullet as he places it for n your head. you blink up at the big rim and pull it back so you can see your phone. “look,” you squeal, “i’m a cowgirl, the prettiest around,” you tip the hat and kick out your foot.

cowboy!jean who understands that you don’t quite get it, but maybe your little followers will help you out. more comments start to roll in and you see the same pattern in them, ‘girl he gave you his hat!?’, “he’s claiming you’, and ‘that’s the number one cowboy rule’. jean chuckles behind you as he listens to your read off the comments and he can tell your dying of embarrassment. your fidgeting your words and you keep looking back at him with those same innocent eyes that pulled him in. “are you all lying to me, are they lying to me jean?” you turn to face him. he smirks and reaches his hands out to pull you in front of him. his hands are huge and veiny, with a few rings plastered on certain fingers. he grips your hips and lets his fingers melt into the fat of your ass as he gropes you. “whadda you think?” he smiles. you know the cameras still rolling and you can’t fold not now; your knees feel weaker as he gets your more aquatinted with his touch; there’s still people in the bar, but he’s claimed you, he wants you.

cowboy!jean who whispers into your ear just like those other creeps, but his words make your tummy turn. his hand placement makes your grow wetter by the second and it’s like he’s forgotten that there’s people watching you on live. the moment his fingers slip into your waistband you shoot up, “people, there’s people… my phone.” you shy away and turn to get your camera. “ ‘m sorry guys i gotta… go.” you roll your eyes, but your viewers noticed the little smile tugging on your lips. “jean!” you huff; your heart beats rapidly in your chest, “well let me make it up to ya.” and the both of you know exactly what that entails.

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