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[cocoadropp]

something about overstimulating men during sex that gets me riled up.

first they’re a little cocky, your hand tugging on their phat dick. honestly it’s a regular hand job. they’re moaning with a smirk on their face until their balls tighten and you stop a little to see it twitch until you spit on it once more and start tugging fast do that smirk drop and a frown comes above.

and the cum shot is long, splashing on your titties that sat nice in your navy blue lingerie.

the second you start stroking your hands on him again does he twitch and shake. It’s a lot because it’s surprising, it hurts a little but feels good more.

he’s laughing a little but it’s almost like he’s trying to hide the pain. “uhn f-fuck.” he keeps repeating it, over and over “ah- fuck- fuck!” and when he comes a second time you give him no break to start again.

you have to grip his dark harder because he has gotten so wet, his cum squelching between your fingers it’s frothing up at this point.

and now he’s in straight sweet agony.

his hips are thrusting, his spine is arching and gosh…his voice is wrecked.

“It f-fucking hurts!” , “god it feels so good b-baby.”

“I don’t know if I can cum anymore.” but he always cum, even if the cum shot is shorter because your draining his balls repeatedly

and you’ve gotten so wet, you decide you’re tired of hearing him fuss so you go and sit on his face reverse cowgirl so you can still stroke his dick.

that might have been the quickest he came. he’s licking you up, whining into you all while sniffing up your scent.

his thighs are squeezing together but you know he still wants some more cause his dick stay getting bigger, stay getting wetter, and stays getting harder.

“you can give me about 2 more yes?” you whisper and he whimpers.

++++ ur favs

[6eons]

simon cries during sex (because it feels so good)

cw/tags: MDNI 18+ afab!reader. smut, piv, creampie, overstimulation, whimpering man<33

“come on dove, wan’ another one from you,” simon pants from above you. your skin is liquid lava the way the satin sheets under you stick to your back, clinging onto to curve of your ass for dear life.

your legs are smushed together, huddled over one shoulder as the hulking 250 pound man grinds his hips into yours while standing upright. his fingers press tightly into your thighs, you’re sure you’ll have bruises come morning. there’s a mixture of his cum & yours pooling down the line of your ass, two loads from him and you… you’re sure you’re nearing your fourth. or is it fifth?

the sight of you under him is utterly beautiful.

flailed out under him, hair tousled in every way, your eyes locked onto his, jaw slightly ajar with the prettiest, filthiest sounds coming out of you - completely submitting to take everything he’s giving you. oh, he’s sure if any other man had a glimpse of this, you’d be their wet dream for months.

he wraps his arms around your calves, hugging your legs to his chest to keep you in place as his other hand nuzzle in between the plush of your thighs. it’s a tight squeeze for sure and it’s reminiscent of the grip your cunt has around his cock sans the pulsating. his thumb finds your pearl with ease, not that it was hiding from him in the first place; your body prickles up, opening herself up to him as if you have no choice, like he owns you.

your clit is swollen, throbbing - in pain? pleasure? at this point, your senses are singed beyond comprehension, all you can feel the the second heartbeat down there that seems to share the same pace as simon’s thrusts. and she’s still eager for his attention.

you look so delectable like this. brows furrowed together and tears brimming your eyes, pooling at your bottom lashes - the fallen ones melting into your cheeks. all from your pleasure, of course! that’s all he ever wants to bring to you, even if it means it comes with burning pain biting at your ass cheeks. he’s disgusting with the way he leans down with a sigh of content, licking the side of your face, collecting the salt teardrops on his tongue. you catch the way his eyes roll to the back of his head with a groan and as if on command, your cunt pulsates around him like she’s responding to him. a language only he can speak, you’re sure of, because your pussy is never as responsive to you as she is to him.

“she’s talkin’ t’me, dirty little thing she is,” simon murmurs against your cheek, a huff of air escapes him that sounds akin to a chuckle. it should be illegal, he thinks, how enamored you have him.

“she’s hugging you too.” you whine out as the head of his cock brushes slight against the spongey sweet spot hidden in your cunt. the bliss that shoots through you is evident in the way you cry out, writhing under him. and the way he’s speaking in tongues to her, not to you.

his rough fingers fondle your clit so gently. she’s sensitive, she told him so. and he’ll listen to her before listening to the words that come out of your mouth, in this moment at least. your pussy holds him captive the way an animal of the night is tied to the moon.

“simon!” you yelp as his thrusts turn sharper. his pelvic bone nudges his wrist to twiddle with your bundle of nerves a bit rougher than you were expecting and he chuckles as the feeling of your cunt trying to suck him in deeper. if he went any deeper, his tip of his cock would be tickling the back of your throat. though, you probably wouldn’t be able to feel it with the building pressure in your lower stomach. “please.”

“please what, baby?” simon fully expects you to beg to make you come again. so good, so pretty for him.

“need you to fill me up again.” you whine pathetically, his own hips faltering as he grunts in response.

“mmmh, i can’t baby, but you can.” he shakes his head, still pressed against your skin. he’s sure you’ve already milked him from what he’s worth. the big, burly man is taken aback when your soft hands slide up to cup the side of his face to pull his hot skin from yours, so you can look at him. his pretty brown eyes almost water at the sight of you.

“please? for me?” your voice coaxes him and he can feel his balls tighten once more. you see the look on his face and even through your pants, you jut your bottom lip out into a pout. “but i want you to, i need you to.” the way you can still manage to bat your eyelashes at him. “please, please, please.” and as the words stumble past your lips, he’s picturing you on your knees, beady eyes looking up at him (just as they are now).

simon riley has never been someone who couldn’t deliver, especially when it came to his woman. so who was he to start now?

his chapped lips brush against your cheekbone, a not-so kiss to your cheek before he pulls away, straightening out his back once more, adjusting your hips upward. he yanks his pillow and slides it under you, to keep you there — no, he doesn’t care that your cum is spilling out onto it.

tears freefall from your eyes quicker than they’re spilling from your sweet cunnie.

“si, haah, please,” you sob as you reach out to grab the arm hugging your legs to his chest. he loosens his grip and your legs slip from his shoulders, to tuck around his waist, allowing him to lean forward again. his forehead is pressed to yours and you swear you can feel a tiny gust of air from his eyelashes as he blinks at you. the only time he’s not looking at you is the split second he takes to blink to keep his eyes from drying out.

the adjustment has his tip ramming into your g-spot and he feels the floodgates open, your slick coating him. he hears it even.

plap plap plap.

please, please si. haah! feels so good, doesn’t it? you can come again, i know you can.

your walls are spasming around him, egging on your encouraging words. it’s like you and your pussy were ganging up on him and neither of you would relent until you got what you wanted. you want this bad and so does she. simon doesn’t even feel the build up, it hits him like a fucking freight train.

he’s cumming so hard, he’s swears he catches a glimpse of heaven. and of course, you’re there. holding the gates open, naked body with translucent wings behind you. you hold your hand out to him, inviting him in as you sing the word of the gospel. a hymn of him… hymn…him…his name… simon’s name.

he hears you calling- mewling his name as he comes too. fuck, had he blacked out??

he hasn’t even realized that he’s fucking you and himself into overstimulation, hasn’t even realized you were cumming. his eyes are clamped shut as he shakes intensely, head falling slack against your shoulder.

“simon?” you’re cooing in his ear, your hand gripping his bicep. he flinches at the touch, a sharp inhale at his throat and he’s sure he’s never felt like this. his hips have completely stilled in you. he pulls back just slightly and he feels the sensation of sensitivity shoot up his spine, it’s almost painful.

simon lets out a choked noise, a whimper, leave his throat as he pulls his head from your shoulder. a few beads of sweat flicking at the sheet beneath you. only when he looks at you does he realize his vision is blurry. through his sensitivity, he allows you to reach up to wipe his sweat from his eyes… only the sweat continues to form.

he’s crying.

“fuck, baby, are you okay?” you’re panicking as you swipe at the tears gathering at his cheeks. ironic, how you were the one crying and now he is.

he’s still panting as he nods his head, his hands gripping yours as he stills them on his cheeks, having them curl around his face as he turns his head to pepper kisses into your palm.

“m’okay lovie,” simon huffs as he leans down to kiss you. when he goes to pull away, his lungs still fighting to retrieve air, you can’t help but follow him to nip at his lips. he lightly laughs, unable to contain his grin. “fucken ‘ell, yer a right minx.”

“you love me.”

“that, i do.”

[skyamajor]

yandere duke x witch reader (PART 1)

<Next Part>

Synopsis: You’re a witch known for making love potions. They're fake. The reviews are real. Your track record? Immaculate. Until a duke walks in, covered in blood, and demands you reverse the spell you cast on him. You didn't cast anything. He doesn't care. And now you live in his mansion.

Love Potion or Love at First Sight?

"Are you sure this is it?"

"Yes yes! This is the love potion. Now pay up or leave because I have other customers to attend to!"

You groan at the woman hesitating in front of you, wasting your time.

You're an infamous witch known in the black market for selling all types of spells and potions for a hefty sum.

Your most popular item? The love potion.

Which is actually just… an aphrodisiac.

But after selling 170 potions? You've only ever received positive reviews. All from noblewomen, lovestruck and happy with the results.

What can you say? You've always known men to be lustful creatures, barren from emotions. After selling a 170 with zero bad reviews? Your ideology is proven correct.

"Are you sure it works?" the woman whispers.

"100% customer satisfaction guaranteed!"

She still looks nervous.

"And if it doesn't work, you can come back and I'll give double your money back as refund."

The woman nods, pays with a pouch of gold coins, then leaves.

Another positive review, you think to yourself confidently, already marking this as your 171st success.

…

You just didn’t expect your first bad review to appear right in front of your face.

The door slams open.

A man stands in your doorway. With black hair and red eyes; blood plastered across his face, clothes, and most importantly his sword.

"So," The bloody man starts, one hand going up to wipe some blood off his face. “You're the witch selling cheap love elixirs all over the market?”

You don’t answer, your hand sliding toward the defense charm under your counter instead.

Because this wasn’t just any man, this was the war-crazed duke feared by all of society.

"You better pay for this."

…Guess you'll be closing the shop for a while.

And… you've been working at his mansion ever since.

Tasked with reversing whatever spell you supposedly casted on him. Despite all your protests, swearing up and down that you never did anything.

He doesn't believe you.

He won't believe you.

Because how else do you explain what he felt when he walked into your shop? That made his sword hand waver and his heart stutter, and his threats turn into something softer?

Obviously, you’ve cursed him. There was no need to investigate this any further, nor did he feel the need to tell you about all these symptoms.

So now you're stuck in a massive estate with a madman who thinks you cursed him, brewing antidote after antidote, watching nothing work.

You could only curse that woman, muttering bitter insults under your breath.

The one who bought the potion and slipped it to him. The one who left you with this mess and then promptly left this world, if the blood on his sword was any indication.

Damn her.

What the hell did she see in this man anyway?

Because here's the thing you're learning, piece by piece. The duke? He's not just some nobleman. He's the nobleman. The one everyone whispers about, who keeps a dungeon beneath the east wing and a graveyard in the west garden. (Allegedly.)

The madman of high society.

If only you'd known he was the target that woman was after, you would've never sold her that potion. Never agreed to the commission or opened your stupid mouth about the satisfaction guarantee!!

But you didn't know.

And now you're stuck with the aftermath…

At first, the madman kept you confined to a workspace somewhere within the mansion.

Close enough to monitor. Far enough to ignore.

Then, he started calling for you more often. Checking on your progress. Standing just a little too close while you worked. Watching you with scrutinizing red eyes.

And then, he started sticking around you 24/7, following you from room to room like some clingy puppy who couldn't bear for you to leave his sight.

Even that wasn’t enough. At some point, you stopped being assigned a room at all.

Wherever he was… that became your workspace.

You’d turn around and he’d be there.

In the doorway. Behind you. Leaning against the wall like he’d been there the whole time.

Like he had nowhere else to be. Don’t dukes have better things to do? Go tend to your paperwork or something!!

Through it all, he's never kind. Still angry, demanding, and barking orders about reversing the damn spell.

But he never hurts you.

His threats are loud. And his hands are rough, just like his voice that could shatter glass.

But you've started to notice something.

He always stops. It’s all bark but no bite…

And it becomes a routine.

You work. He watches. You brew. He hovers. You try to leave. He blocks the door.

At some point, he has you working in his bedroom.

No, like, actually. He stooped to this level of stupidity, needing allowing you to stay in his chambers at night.

He's sleeping on the bed and you have to sit beside him. On the floor. With your books and your herbs and your constantly dying patience.

You don't know when this became normal.

You hate that it feels normal.

Tonight, you try to get up.

His hand immediately shoots out to grab your wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You don't flinch anymore. The first few times, you did. Now? You just sigh.

"I'm trying to study for a reverse spell. Or a cure. For you, remember?"

"Stay."

His voice is flat. Unreasonable. Like he's not even considering the possibility of you leaving.

"I can't work if I'm stuck by your side, Your Grace."

"Leave and I'll rip your throat out."

You've heard this before. It had you frozen and crying the first few times, but then you realized…

He never follows through.

Not with you.

"Your Grace," you say, calm as anything, "you can't do that. Who will reverse your spell if not the caster?"

His jaw tightens, though the grip on your wrist doesn't loosen.

But he knows you're right.

He's quiet for a long moment, thinking. And you can see the exact second he shifts tactics.

"Then I'll slit the throats of all the guards outside who allow you to leave this room."

"…I'm sat."

You sit back down on the floor. Head leaning against the bed where his hand lingers limbly. Sometimes brushing your hair unconsciously, like it was to make sure you were still there.

And you work on the spell in his chambers all night long. Barely getting a blink of sleep.

He, on the other hand?

Dead to the world.

The madman who threatened to rip your throat out twenty minutes ago is now curled up on his ridiculous silk sheets, snoring softly.

His face is slack and peaceful. Innocent in a way that makes you want to throw a pillow at his head.

You've noticed this before. The way his eyes get heavy when you're nearby, how his shoulders drop when you enter the room. And the way his threats get lazier the longer you stay.

At first, you thought it was the potion's side effects.

Now you're starting to think he just… can't sleep without you.

Which is not your problem. You didn't sign up to be a nobleman's sleeping charm. You're a witch. A busy one! One who is currently being held against her will in a mansion that smells too much like old money and fresh blood.

And yet… Here you are, watching him sleep.

Because if you move, he wakes up. And if he wakes up, he gets grumpy. And if he gets grumpy, he threatens to kill someone.

Usually the guards.

You've started to feel kind of bad for the guards.

"I hope you wake up with a stiff neck," you mutter, dipping your quill in ink. "I hope you stub your toes when you wake up. I hope your breakfast is cold and your tea is bitter and your horse steps on your foot."

His lips curl up softly. Like you're singing him a lullaby.

Your quill scratches to a halt.

"…I hope you dream about spiders," you try, weaker this time.

His smile deepens.

He doesn't wake up. He just… rests. Still peaceful and content. Like your curses are the sweetest words he's ever heard.

You stare at him.

Then you look down at your notes, page full of failed antidotes and useless counter-spells. A truth you’ve been avoiding for a while manifests to the surface of your mind once again.

Nothing is wrong with him.

The potion didn't work.

He's just like this.

You set down the quill to press your palms to your eyes.

And wonder, for the thousandth time, what in the hell you did to deserve this.

Maybe its time you suggest a psychiatrist.

Little did both of you know.

The potion didn't work on him.

It never could have. Years of assassination attempts had made his body resistant to poisons, potions, drugs… Basically anything ingested.

The drink that woman slipped him? It passed through his system like water. Barely a flicker of discomfort, a vague pulling in his chest that he dismissed as irritation.

He came to your shop that day ready to kill the witch who made it.

Not because the potion had affected him. But because he was annoyed.

Someone had tried to enchant him. Someone had failed. And he wanted to make an example of the person responsible.

Until he saw you.

And something in his chest pulled again.

Not the potion, that was already gone.

Something else he didn’t have a name for.

He still doesn't have a name for it. He calls it a curse. A spell. Your fault.

…

It's not.

He was just love-struck at first sight.

And he's been falling harder and harder with each day that passes.

Deep in his sleep, one thought surfaces in his mind.

He’s never letting you go.

[kissk1ss]

hm i wonder why i keep writing emotionally avoidant / flaky!reader..

[kissk1ss]

pls.. want more non-monogamous fics... ik the cod fandom writes alot of polyam 141, but what abt other fandoms <///3 please.. spare some non jealousy fics. spare some swinging fics or something, im dying of thirst

[kissk1ss]

i love this mix so badd. i miss party's old music.

wanting to write a fic with this theme but i have 0 plot ideas. wompwomp

[kittennextdoor]

nsfw | fxf your girlfriend licks whipped cream off your body

You and your girlfriend were supposed to be baking a simple cake, but the kitchen had quickly turned into something much more dangerous.

A smear of whipped cream was already on your cheek from when she “accidentally” flicked the spoon at you. You laughed and wiped it off, but the look in her eyes said she had other plans.

Before you could react, she backed you against the counter, grabbed the bowl of leftover whipped cream, and dipped two fingers into it. She slowly dragged them down the front of your shirt, leaving a sticky white trail between your breasts. “Oops,” she whispered with a wicked smile.

She tugged your shirt up and over your head, then unhooked your bra with ease. Cool whipped cream was swirled over your nipples, then lower — across your stomach, dipping into your navel. You shivered as she added more, painting messy lines over your warm skin. Then she dropped to her knees.

Her tongue dragged slowly over your stomach, licking up the sweet cream in long, soft strokes. She hummed happily as she cleaned every drop, then moved higher, wrapping her lips around one cream-covered nipple and sucking gently. “Mmm… you taste better than the cake,” she murmured against your skin.

She kept going — licking and sucking the whipped cream off your breasts, your ribs, your stomach — until you were panting and gripping the edge of the counter. When she finally reached lower and spread a little more cream just above your panties, you knew baking was officially over.

She looked up at you with cream still on her lips and grinned. "Do you want me to lick a little lower, hmm?"

[kissk1ss]

omigosh YAY! THANK U FOR DOING MY REQUEST <333 this is so yummy

[amphib0e]

pope + vibrator = <𝟑 .ᐟ

wc: 1.3k

cw: sub! pope, f! reader, kinda dom! reader, pope finds your vibrator, hints of hyperspermia, overstimulation, very loose pwp, aftercare, pet names, andrew being a #goodboy as per usual, given consent

a/n: sorry for the small break in content !! work has been beating me down lately ughhh, and apologies if the ending was a bit rushed- BUT i hope you all enjoyyyy, xoxo

andrew hadn’t meant to go through your things, really, it was an honest mistake! well, more like a morbid curiosity, but he really didn’t mean to!

he was putting away your clean laundry, neatly folded and ready to take their rightful place in the mess of what you call a dresser. the top shelf wasn’t the worst.

the underwear drawer. the warmth filling his cheeks spread to his chest in a sense of pride- proud of you for keeping everything neat. well…as neat as you could. mismatched socks folded into each other, a few pairs of panties spread out instead of being neatly folded, and a few pairs of ripped stockings shoved to the back and forgotten about when they needed to be in the trash.

he made quick work of organizing the fabrics, adding the clean pairs neatly in their respective places, before moving on to the next few drawers.

those were full of your typical clothes- shirts, tank tops, jeans and shorts. easy enough to go through, just put the assigned clothes with their matching counterparts before moving on.

the last drawer was where he felt his jaw tighten in soft annoyance.

the pajama drawer. where you sifted through and threw clothes around constantly. a heap of silk, cotton, and a few of his old shirts he let you “borrow” (you had swiped them from him when spending the night at his place, he was just too whipped to scold you over them. that and seeing you in his clothes drove him absolutely insane).

he smirked at the thought, holding onto the handles of the drawer before beginning the same task he’s been at for the last 45 minutes. sleep tops on one side of him, sleep shorts and pants on the other, and whatever miscellaneous tops and bottoms he pulled out behind him.

he reached for one of his old shirts that was shoved further in the back, grabbing onto the bunched up fabric with a bit more force than necessary before recoiling at the sudden vibrations coming from the offending shirt.

“i guess you found my night time helper, huh?”

he turned to face where you stood in the doorway, chest moving a bit faster at the sudden fright, eyebrows almost touching his hairline, eyes wide and filled with curiosity at your statement.

“your..what?”

“my vibrator, andrew. thought i hid it well enough, but you caught me.”

andrew’s face heated up once more, flushing down the tanned sides of his neck, hands twitching at his side. you sidled up beside him, reaching in and turning off the offending object in question, pulling out the pretty pink massage style vibrator before rolling it between your palm and fingers and then presenting it to him like it was a prized possession (which it is!).

andrew’s face grew a few shades darker, mind reeling with lewd imagery of you sprawled out in the middle of your shared bed, legs spread wide, the vibrator pressed heavily against your clit, calling out his name in the empty that he usually occupies beside you , causing his pants to tighten too fast for his liking. his throat bobbed, clouded hazel eyes meeting yours in a familiar hungry stare.

“use this little piece of heaven when you’re out on a job for a few days…you wanna try it?”

his shoulders squared back at the idea, head tilted in faux apprehension, eyes glazed over at the idea.

“you want to try it on me?”

“i mean, i have thought about how you’d react to it if you let me use it on you..so yeah, i want to try it on you.”

…and that’s how he ended up laid out on the mattress, pants discarded somewhere across the room, boxers shoved below his heavy balls, shirt pulled up to rest under his chin. you sat between his thick thighs, peppering kisses across the taut muscles of his built abdomen before sitting up on your haunches.

the vibrator sat heavy in your hand, hovering just a few inches above the head of his cock that laid at attention, curving towards his stomach.

“you ready, andy?”

“mhm, yeah..”

“aww, no need to be scared, baby. i’ll go easy on ya, mkay?”

you cooed softly at his response, leaning over so that your face hovered over his cock before trickling a bit of spit down his shaft, using your free hand that rested against his thigh to spread the saliva against the area, paying extra attention to the weeping slit, mixing the pre with your spit for extra lubrication.

andrew whimpered at the sudden contact, twitching against your palm, hips rutting against the contact before you pulled your hand away, causing another stuttered whine to leave his parted lips before they formed a frustrated pout, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration.

the silicone head of the vibrator made contact with his flushed head again, this time with a little more force, teasing along the slit to collect more pre before pressing the button that switched the toy on.

the sudden vibrations caused andrew to jolt, the lowest setting sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout every nerve ending in his body.

his arms jerked around slightly from where they sat, hands gripping the sheets, thighs tensing up slightly from where you sat between them. his hips bucked erratically, chasing after the vibrations each time you pulled the toy away, whining nasally through his nose, pants shaking in his chest as he gripped the sheets harder and harder.

“such a good boy, andy. so good for me, baby, yeah?”

andrew nodded along to your voice, curls whipping around, some plastered to his forehead with the sweat that collected there.

you moved the toy along his shaft, clicking the plus button when you reached the base to increase the strength of the vibrations, causing his legs to begin twitching with the sudden rise of the vibrations.

“fuck! fuck, i’m close, please, sweetheart, please, can i cum? can i cum? i’m so close, fuck.”

andrew’s hips chased after the toy as you dragged it along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, a smirk permanently fixated on your lips as your eyes were focused on the muscles that clenched along the expanse of his stomach.

“be a good boy and cum for me andy.”

your hand dragged the vibrator back to the underside of the head of his cock, clicking the increase button once more. andrew’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his hips thrusting up against the toy in your hand.

his thighs flexed once more, the abs decorating his stomach clenching before his hips stilled. ropes and ropes of cum flew from his cock, a heavy groan, almost a growl, fell from his lips as his hips thrusted with each release.

your hand smoothed over the flexed muscles in his thighs, watching as his head was thrown back, the muscles in his throat working overtime to suck much needed air into his lungs as his orgasm continued to rip through his body.

a pool of his spend collected along the valley of his stomach, one rope shooting so far up that it slid down the middle of his chest.

only when his cock began to soften, his body shaking uncontrollably, and the threat of unshed tears from overstimulation did you turn the toy off.

andrew’s body deflated against the soft sheets, his sweat slick back cooling against the material as his hands finally unlatched from their strong hold before he carded them through his messy curls.

you trotted off to the bathroom, grabbing a wet rag before coming back and wiping up the mess that was spilled all over his stomach and chest.

once he was cleaned up, you tossed the rag in the direction his pants had flown to earlier, settling into andrew’s side as he shuffled his boxers back up his hips, his shirt still hiked up under his chin, allowing the bronzy skin of his chest and stomach to dry in the chilled ac of your bedroom.

“did such a good job, andy. did you enjoy yourself, honey?”

“yeah..can we..can we try that again some other time?”

“of course, baby. any time you want.”

© amphib0e 2026

𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀

[allth3stars]

I’m so glad I’m in an era where black!reader is a continuously growing community because representation really does matter. All of these beautiful black writers out here building this space up based on love, bonding, true friendship and understanding really warms my heart. I could literally cry, you guys are so impactful, more than you think. Thank you guys so so much for all of your hard work❤️❤️❤️!

[kissk1ss]

just watched the 'wicker' trailer. im SAT when that movie comes out, are u kidding me? and the protag is an older woman!! yay!

[kissk1ss]

being genderfluid is funny cause a good 80% of the time i feel like the guy. and then 20% is the girl.

the only common ground is pink. i love pink regardless of how i identify most days 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

[chrisssiren]

i just realized i gotta start with my kinktober shit now if i wanna participate in it this year

[kissk1ss]

out of my 3 bajillion boards, this one my fav recently

[kissk1ss]

kinda wanna post moodboards, but i don't have ideas at the moment

[kissk1ss]

why do i keep forgetting i can post rlly short drabbles.. i keep acting like everything needs to be a 2k+ word fic. go my brain soup! escape confinement!

[kissk1ss]

don't care about them other girls, just be good to me

song: just be good to me – s.o.s band

pairing: flaky!reader x any older male!character drabble content warnings: angst i guess ?, very unserious, sort of leading on (idk, kinda infidelity even tho everyones single), age gap implied but not mentioned

a/n: look its flaky reader again! everyone's favorite /j. im sorry, its funny playing in old men's faces.

its just funny to think one of the older guys on your roster doesn't realize he's not the only man in your life. (like sorry to burst your bubble man, reader just likes the attention you give.)

he's trying to hide his other flings from you, making up excuses why he can't visit on certain days. you never complain, you have other plans most of the time anyway.

and then when you two do finally hang out, you happen to find out about his escapades by going thru his phone; literally just to casually look something up. but a text from "pizza hut" pops up, says "i miss u big guy :( +3 attachments"

"pizza hut, huh?" you aren't even mad, just amused that he went for such a corny name. but he looks mortified.

when he starts scrambling for his phone, stammering out "it's not what you're thinking, baby. let me explain it,"

you're all like "uhmm explain what?" reaching for your own phone instead. someone's touchy, you think.

"the text you saw. its.." he's locking his phone and tucking it in his pants pocket faster than you can process. "she's just a friend. she likes pizza, thats why the nickname." he's hoping you don't see through his very obvious, crappy lie. but now he's more confused by the plain expression on your face.

you shrug "okay." weird distraction. now, what was it you were gonna search?

he stands there, dumbfounded by your relaxed tone. "that's it?" he looks over your face, looking for any hidden anger, but sees nothing. "you aren't upset?" he tries to hide the accusation in his voice. fails.

you're still scrolling on your phone, reading the article you were looking for. "upset?" you snort. he can't be serious. "about what? i thought we weren't together?"

"well," he rubs the back of his neck. of course he knows you two are casual but this seems like a ridiculous level of detachment. people usually feel a type of way about this. anything besides.. boredom? he can't even tell. "yeah i guess not officially. but.."

you bite your lip to stop from snickering. so he is serious. awkward. wait, does he think you don't have a roster, or...?

"you like me, i fuck with you." you wave a hand flippantly like it fills in the cracks in your dynamic. "don't over-complicate shit, yeah?" you meet his eyes, waiting for an answer.

he looks like he wants to argue further; nobody would fall for that bullshit excuse he gave. so either you're secretly angry or just seriously don't care. and the latter seems to be winning from the way you're humming.

he wants to ask how you're so casual about essentially finding him going behind your back, lying to you. but he just clenches his jaw. "yeah."

"see? ‘knew you'd get it." there's a small grin on your lips, while he looks exasperated. you resume scrolling on your phone. "now stop stressin’. bringing the mood down."