#my witing

[pinkjoy-cons]

Bump In The Night

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Word Count: 1539

I was possessed by a demon to write this. Idk what happened. Ororon by boy, I'm sorry I made you a bottom in this.

Translations and warnings under the cut. MDNI. Please do not translate, narrate, copy, or recommend on TikTok

Warnings: sub!Character, service top!Reader (I think???), afab, no pronouns used (please let me know if i added one on accident), no descriptive feature, reader does have hair that can be grabbed, cowgirl position, overstimulation (male receiving), teasing, praise, reader speaks Spanish a little (my Mexican ancestors looking down at me with shame), vocal male character, tit sucking, exaggeration of sexual activities, kinda rough, begging, blowjob, slight hand job, brief cock-warming, light aftercare, cuddling, not edited in the slightest I wrote this in like 3 hours. Let me know if I missed anything.

Muñeco - Doll Mi Cariño - My Dear Verdad - Literally it means "truth" but in this context I'm using it to mean "right" Ya no más - Okay/alright no more Pobre pájaro - Poor bird Ay, que chulo - Oh, how cute

“It’s alright baby. I know you can handle it.” You encouraged Ororon as you continued to bounce on his dick. Despite it being late at night Ororon couldn’t help himself. You were sound asleep when you were woken up with the feeling of him rubbing himself against your ass. All he could do was mutter a small sorry…please? And how could you resist when he asked so nicely.

You held both of his hands as you continued to work his cock in and out of you. He craved touch at all times while being intimate and you were more than happy to fulfill that. “You’re doing so well for me muñeco.” On a particularly intense bounce you decided to come down with a bit more force and grind your clit into his pubic bone. The sensation nearly took his breath away and he let go of your hands to hold onto your hips; encouraging you to press into him more. A pathetic moan escaped his lips. He tried to use the back of his hand to cover his mouth and shut his eyes but you stopped him. His pupils were dilated as you forced Ororon to look at you. 

“What are you doing, ¿mi cariño?” You brushed his face, redder than blood that ran through your veins. “You know how much I love to see your eyes. You always did have such beautiful eyes.” You hopped again ever so slightly and Ororon tried to meet you with a thrust of his hips. “And your sounds,” You continued and caressed his face. Light touches against his warm skin. The drag of your fingers nearly caused him to close his eyes but he fought the urge as he chased your touch, desperate for more. “You know how much I love to hear you, ¿verdad?” You moved your hand to his mouth and pushed your thumb past his lips. Immediately, he began to suck on your thumb. You still kept up with the slow yet consistent rock of your hips but now and then would rock harder. That caused him to whine while he sucked your thumb. There was a pleading look in his eyes and Ororon knew you were waiting for his answer.

When he was finally ready to speak, you removed your thumb, “I…I just…” His face turned a deeper shade of red as “What if someone hears me?” You stopped and chuckled.

“Your house is on the furthest outskirts of the tribe and it’s the middle of the night. Who is going to hear you Ororon?” That didn’t seem to help as he turned his head away out of embarrassment. He knew you liked him loud when he could be but the idea of someone hearing him made him want to bury himself where his plants grew. You regarded Ororon for a moment – his lips plump and red from him trying to hold back, eyes practically fucked out from you movements, and his chest was heavy from his breaths – ever so slightly you could feel him twitch against your walls. His hands moved to your hips and squeezed, most likely impatient from just having you warm his cock this entire time. Your hand moved to play with his right ear. You scratched and rubbed the fur gently. He closed his eyes and let out a few whimpers and shallow breaths.

Finally, you made an effort to let out a dramatic sigh, “You’re right, someone might hear you. We should just stop.” 

“What!” Ororon snapped to attention and supported himself on his arms to sit up. “W-what do you mean stop?”

“Well, you said someone might hear us so we should just stop, right? And it’s late so we should just get some sleep at this point.” You pushed him down and used his chest to leverage yourself off his dick. As you raised yourself up, Ororon nearly lifted his hips to chase after you.

“No-ho-ooo. Don’t!” He used all his strength to hold you in place; hands gripping your hips. Your pussy was just about to come off the tip. 

“What’s wrong?” You teased him and lowered yourself close to his ears. “Didn’t you want me to stop?” Your hips moved on their own accord, just catching on his mushroom tip, in and out, in and out. It took everything in your power to not slam back down on him and Ororon moaned into your ear. “If you truly want me to stop, tell me. And I will stop.” 

Ororon cried out. “No! Don’t stop! Keep going. I-I’ll be loud! I’ll be as loud as you want just please. Fuck me! Make me come, please!” You slammed back down and you both moaned at the sudden movement. 

A small laugh and a good boy to his ear was all the warning Ororon got before you went to work on his aching cock and your pulsing pussy. Ororon said he would be loud and, bless this man, he came through. Mixed with the sound of skin against skin you could hear every moan, sob, and whimper he could come up with. A few times he would beg for you to go faster or slower. During one of your slower moments he wrapped around your back to bring your chest closer. He met you halfway and brought one nipple into his mouth and cried against your pearled bud. He looked so sweet sucking against you that you cooed encouraging words to him and played with his hair. 

When he was done with one he switched to the other and you moaned. He felt your pussy flutter and sucked harder like he was a man starving, determined to make you feel as good as he felt. Pobre pájaro, little did he know you were feeling just as good as he was if not more. As he sucked Ororon looked up and you nearly came at the sight. You pulled him off you and pushed him back down. His fucked out face and labored breathing was truly one of the many wonders of this world. 

“Ya no más.” Your index finger lifted his chin ever so slightly, “Still with me?” He nodded. You smiled and continued. You both whined out into the night. At one point Ororon moved your hand to his throat and you squeezed just enough. It was all he needed to cry out and come right into your aching pussy. With one final buck you finally came too. 

You fell atop him and you both caught your breaths. Neither spoke or moved. When it was finally time for you to get up, you did it carefully. You both hissed at the movement from your activities. Once fully released, you spread your pussy just so and let the cum fall onto his cock. 

You settled between his legs and waited. Your finger and thumb rubbing up and down his half hard dick. You looked up at him expectantly.

“C-can you-” He trailed off and looked away, you let it slide this time. Ororon brought the back of his hand to his mouth. “Can you please, clean me off?” He glanced at you over his hand as he sat up to get a better view. 

A chuckle left your lips. “Ay, que chulo.” You went down to clean his dick of your combined orgasms. Tongue and throat worked in tandem to get every last drop of your night together. Ororon gripped the sheets below him and his back arched from the over stimulation. Despite having just finished you felt the tell-tale signs of his orgasm again. You took him deeper into your throat and cupped his balls. Ororon bucked into you and called out wait. He shot up and held you down on his dick as he curled in on himself with a vice grip on your hair. He cried and a few tears fell from his eyes as he came again into your mouth. He caught his breath and you sucked in as you released yourself from him to make sure you got it all. Now, he was truly spent. He laid flat on the bed while you got a washcloth from the night stand and did you best to clean you both up. You kissed his salty tears away and met your lips with his. Ororon was so loving in what he did that each kiss you shared was as passionate as the last. As you held his face, he leaned into your touch with a sigh of content. You dabbed at his chest and forehead and gently around his dick and pubic area. 

“Hmm…” You began to yourself. “Let me get you a warm washcloth instead.” He whined at your statement and grabbed you to bring you closer to his chest. 

“Stay here. Please.”

“Are you sure? We just-“Yes.” He held you tighter. “Just stay here. Play with my hair.” And just like that he was out like a light. You laughed against his skin and did your best to get comfortable as your hand found its way into his beautiful locks. You know the sun would rise in just a few hours so you did your best to savor the last few moments of rest with him.

[anlian-aishang]

I just know that Levi's sexual endurance is insane - and that he uses it to your advantage, climax after climax, but they come with a price.

The humiliation this man will put you through for wanting him so badly and taking him this long is nearly sinister. He'll take you to bed and fuck you for hours, but the chill and composure in his voice insists that you are the needy one. As you become more and more oblivious, Levi lets his projecting get more and more obvious -

"Oh? You want more, huh?"

"Never knew you could get this filthy..."

"So fucking wet," Levi sighs, "can't get enough, mm?"

But after more orgasms than you could count, and with another one coming, you can neither think nor realize: though his words rain down on you, they drench him just as well.

[remidrew]

I started writing a little sickfic when I was dying with allergies the other day and I wrote this really stupid scene but its just not what I'm going for so imma just post it here. Pls. don't take this too seriously haha

Now enjoy Leo trying to film with April whilst high on flu meds

The next morning, Leo stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He thought a flu shot was supposed to prevent you from catching it but the way his body felt said otherwise.

His skin was clammy and several shades lighter than usual. His body was struck with uncontrollable chills and a prominent headache was pounding in his temples. Then there was his poor stomach, which he really didn’t want to think about because the more he thought about it the more he wanted to hurl.

This sucked. 

This is what he got for trying to keep Donnie company. He should have attempted to isolate like Mikey and Raph. He really didn’t have time to be sick, right now. During study hall he was supposed to be helping April film a segment for the morning announcements. This was going to be her big comeback after the whole Puke Girl fiasco and he really wanted to be there to support her. 

He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out one of the unopened bottles of flu medicine. It was times like these that he was grateful Splinter shopped like they were preparing for the end of the world. He read over the back of the bottle, well more like skimmed. All his major symptoms had been name-dropped so he figured it would do the trick. It had been helping Donnie after all. 

Leo unsealed the lid then took a big swig. He grimaced as soon as the medicine touched his taste buds. He then set the bottle on the counter and doubled over into a coughing fit. 

How was Donnie drinking that stuff?

Leo stood back up and wiped at his mouth. He set a hand on his stomach and let out a pathetic little whimper. Having taken the medicine, he was only feeling more nauseated than he had been previously. 

Maybe he should have at least tried to eat something for breakfast?

Leo leaned against the counter then stared at himself in the mirror. “Pull yourself together!” He told himself in his head. Then splashed some water on his face and shook it off but then he shivered. 

He couldn't stay home from school. 

He had a math test, a spanish quiz, and also the filming with April. She was counting on him. He couldn’t stay home. Leo brought the medicine bottle back to his lips, scrunching up his features as he took a sip, forcing it all down this time. Then he wiped at his mouth and dropped the bottle into his school bag just as Raph began banging on the bathroom door. 

“Leo!” Raph shouted on the other end. “April’ll think you smell beautiful! Now get out!” 

Leo rolled his eyes. Raph was gonna be jealous one day when he got his first crush, then he would want to know Leo’s twenty step routine. At least he wasn’t the one drowning himself in axe body spray. 

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Leo didn’t know how he was going to make it through the day. How had Donnie done this when he was feeling so bad? He had taken another dose of flu medication after second period but he still hadn’t felt any different. He had the same pounding headache, the same sore throat, and the same unsettled stomach. 

After fifth period, it seemed like the medicine had finally kicked in. He really wished the bottle had said something about needing five doses before it worked but maybe that was just because of his wacky mutant turtle biology.

Something the bottle also didn’t say was that it made you feel like you were floating on a cloud and everything a thousand times funnier. Leo for the life of him just couldn’t stop giggling. He was sure his biology partner thought he had lost his mind when he started laughing at a picture of the stages of mitosis. 

He couldn’t explain it but it was just so funny. 

Leo was still in a giggly mood by the time study hall came. “Hiii, April!” Leo greeted as he met up with her in the dark room. 

April looked up from the greenscreen she was setting up to wave back at him. “Hey.” She stood up, brushing some dirt off her jeans. “Are you sure you’re up for doing this? You seemed really out of it at lunch.” 

“Whaaat?” Leo laughed, “I’m totally fine, don't worry. I was just a bit tired at lunch.” 

April looked him over, seemingly thinking to herself, but then she clasped her hands together, “Alright then, ready to start?” 

Leo gave a quick salute, “Yes, Ma’am!” 

April handed Leo her phone and then stood in front of the greenscreen. Leo held up the phone switching it between portrait and landscape then pressed record. “How do I look?” April asked as she held out her thumb, switching it between thumbs up and down.  

Any other day Leo would have been able to interpret this as her asking “Am I center frame?” or “Does the shot look good?” But that day he took her literally. “Are you kidding, April!? You're seriously giving me the hots right now.” 

April stared back at him dumbfounded, “I’m sorry, what!?” 

Before Leo could respond his mind went fuzzy and he dropped the phone on the ground. He let out a soft little moan, then wrapped both his arms around his stomach. “I’m not feeling so good, April,” he slurred. He stumbled forward, then attempted to cover a cough turned gag with his hands. 

April jumped in front of him holding a trash bin just in time for him to be sick. Once he was finished vomiting, he turned to April and smiled. “Wow, thanks.” He wearily rubbed at one of his eyes. “I think I need to take some more medicine.” 

“More medicine?” 

Leo nodded, “yeah, ‘s in my bag,” he slurred.  April walked over to his bag and then dug around until she found the bottle. She gave it a shake then looked back over at Leo. “Leo this is only like half full. Don’t tell me.” She looked back over at Leo, who was giggling to himself and answered her own question. “Holy shit, you’re high.”

[oathkeptroxas]

Chapter 7 now up. Read it here.

Ian and Mickey had been happily married for four years now, until a freak accident threatens it all. A head injury leaves Ian with no memory of anything beyond his 15th birthday. Mickey is barely more than a stranger to him.

Here's an excerpt from the newest chapter:

“You’re still my best friend, man,” Lip teased, but his eyes were soft. “I’m proud of us.” “Me too,” Ian found himself saying. He didn’t know much about his life now, but he was learning that he had rallied against the odds stacked against him. He knew enough to be proud. “Broke the cycle,” Lip said then. “We’re walking examples of what Frank and Monica should have been.” Ian thought about that a lot as his recovery progressed. Every time he took his pills, every time he watched Lip with Fred, every time he caught a glimpse of the ring on Mickey’s finger. It was like an affirmation that they were not their parents, that they had made it.

[cadkitten]

For @kunfyouzed

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[billys-slutcherson]

'Bathed in Wine' 18+ MDNI

Derek Danforth x F!Reader

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Oneshot:

You hated it, the façade. It bored you, but for Derek, you'd do anything just to be there to tease him. In the end, you get what you want, or better yet what you need. Even at the cost of making a slight fool of yourself. It was worth it to see him in ruins.

Tags:

Light Dom/Sub, Power Play, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Wet & Messy, Clothed Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Rough Sex, Gagged (but not quite, mouth covering), Choking, Rough Kisses, Neck Kissing, Spanking, Doggy Style, Begging, Quickies, Creampie, Mirror Sex, Bathroom Sex. There are mentions of alcohol, but it is not the focus and there is no heavy intoxication etc. (It is wine with dinner so to speak! Just if alcohol in general is not your thing!)

Words: 2,754

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The hum of music droned and the constant murmuring of people was grating on you. Tapping your heel slightly he grumbled reaching under the dinner table, snaring your knee into his grip.

“Quit…that…” Derek hissed. As frustrated, likely more. You fucking hated these events. You hated the falsity of them. That and them being utterly mind-numbing. Never quite paying attention. Merely sat pretty, lingering on Derek's arm. But since you started ‘dating’ Derek so to speak, or publically letting the world know that you both fuck, these were now a part of your life. His hand lingered against that knee.

“I’m bored… it’s so fucking boring…” You whined. Rolling your eyes back his head snapped to the side. Scoffing some as he watched you. Derek's eyes are roving over your skin. Dancing over your collarbones. On the run-up to the event, you had to warn him: No biting. Love bites were banned, unless he wanted caught out in his desperation for you.

“I know, I fucking know. Okay? but just… a few more hours…” He attempted to pacify.

“Hours?!” you hissed like such a brat. Slumping back into the chair. Feeling the eyes of strangers fall on you both. Derek's brows narrowed. You relished getting under his skin. But seriously, you could not suffer this much longer. Derek let out a gravelled sigh. Outside of fucking, your bratty nature just either frustrated him or turned him on. Shifting in his seat his hand was still dipped down under the tablecloth. Tracing lines over your knee. You felt it, smirking to yourself. Tilting your head to him. Catching his tongue wash over his lip he pressed his chin into his palm. The touch of his rough hand slithered further to grip your thigh. The tips of his fingers brushed beneath the soft hem of the dress.

It was a game you knew all too well. Reaching higher on your soft inner thigh. Your skin was left burning beneath his touch. A flurry of warmth washed over your core as he continued his needy pawing at your skin. It was too busy here for this. You reached to snatch at his wrist in defiance. Fingernails biting at his skin as he had a cocky smirk on his face. Trying to shake free from your grip. Shaking your head as you mouthed 'not here'. A waiter leaned over you both, as the deep red wine softly poured into your glasses. The pair of you halting in his presence for only a moment. Till he wandered off.  

Your eyes dragged over the strangers in the room as you addressed Derek's lingering touch. "Why not? Thought you were bored, babygirl?" He continued. And you let him. Pressing forward you hunched slightly against the table. Hiding his forearm tucked between you and the table edge. Derek snickered catching how you shifted in your seat.

Tracing his lower lip with his thumb as it felt like everyone was melting away. Unable to pull your eyes away from him. He hated it when you said how pretty he was. But god, he was. All you could focus on was how his hand wandered further, and a little smile formed on your lips. Catching as Derek's eyes darted to you coughing on his breath as it hitched in his throat. His callous fingers meeting your bare cunt. Pulling away a moment. As you shifted your hips forward. Mumbling incoherently. Pressing back against his touch.

Derek narrowed his eyes at you. A coy smile curled on his lips as he seemed pinker by the second. Very unlike him. His other hand reached to rub the back of his neck. Looking around for prying eyes. Twisting his face back to you. You loved his stare. So full of fucking need all the time. The way his eyes traced you. Like he owned you.

“Nothing?” That was all Derek seemed to mutter. Batting your eyes at him. You shifted clamping your thighs together, toying with him, so his palm was flush against your bare folds. He shook his head, chewing the inside of his lip. Though, Derek nudged your thighs apart a little. His middle finger slipped and caressed against your slit. Your chest tightened slightly. The rubbing became more deliberate.  

“I don't think I can... too busy.” You faltered slightly. Looking at him as he refused eye contact for a moment.

“Try.” Derek purred. Pressing his lips together. The tips of his fingers traced around your clit. Not quite touching it. Not yet anyway. His breath wavered as he could feel how desperately wet you got for him. So quickly, it happened every time, much to your humiliation. Your hand haphazardly hit the table gently. As you failed to control yourself with his intense little traces. You could hear him snickering. Your chest and face got hot and flustered. Unable to focus on anything other than how good it felt to have him touch you. Your mouth became wet, though your throat was still incredibly dry as you rubbed into his touch. Rocking your hips a little. Practically humping at his hand. You can't help it. Derek knows exactly how to rile you, and it feels so fucking good.

“Stop…laughing…” You plead with him in a mousey whisper. But secretly you enjoyed his little moments of playful torture. It melted you knowing how much he enjoyed just touching you. How Derek craved to satisfy you whenever he could. Peeking at him through your half-lidded eyes. You see how his breaths drag out. The way his tongue flicks over his upper lip. Derek catches that longing stare of yours and nudges his finger over your clit. Finally. But your entire body jolted. A sharp exhale expelled from your lips as your eyes fluttered. The wine glass tumbled over on the white tablecloth. Red stains rolled over the material, splashing down over the edge of the table. Drenching your legs in the sweet scent, staining your skin.

Derek withdrew his hand quickly. Much to your dismay, as the wine continued to trickle over you, cooling your fiery hot skin.

He loudly tutted and mocked you to everyone as you sat burning with a dusting of pink on your cheeks. Not from the stupid fucking wine glass, obviously. But he was basking in that shame across your face. You watched him catch some of the wine in his fingers that had been caressing your wet cunt.

“Such a waste of wine babygirl…” He cooed. Using it as an excuse to lick your wet from his fingers. Watching him do it in front of everyone, his eyes locked on yours. Leaning back against the seat, elbow hanging over the back of the frame. You stood up fumbling to fix your dress back in place, wiping some of the wine from your lap. Searing under the eyes of strangers. As you caught him still sucking his fingers. Shaking with a little laughter. You tried to move away from the table. Glaring at him as he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t lock the bathroom door.” Derek's grin grew raising an eyebrow at you. Was this his plan all along? What a dick you thought, but you nodded and snatched your wrist from his grip. Nipping back the smile on your lips.

“Don't keep me waiting too long.” You hummed.

His eyes burned into your back. You couldn’t help it, of course, you couldn’t. Turning your head to look at him. Derek was still leaning into the back of the chair, his chin on his forearm. Sticking his tongue out mouthing again 'leave the door unlocked'.

Pressing into the door to the bathroom, you heard it shut. You listened. Leaning on the wall by the door. A bunch of tissues in hand as you tried to pat some of the damp from your dress, but it was short-lived.

The door quickly swung open you barely had a chance to react as his lips crashed against yours bruisingly so.

“No fucking underwear? Are you fucking kidding me?…” He groaned. Pressing your back against the tiles as you squealed, tossing the soaked tissues to the side, tangling your arms around his neck. A little laughter rumbled from you. Washing over his lips. “You are such a little fucking slut…” He cooed at you. It was affectionate despite this hiss in his voice.

“I didn’t think you’d have your hand under my dress at the dinner table.” You couldn’t help but retort. He groaned as he loosened his belt. You tried to shift to your knees, but Derek shook his head.

“No time.” Gripping the back of your head his tongue slipped in your mouth. The kiss was violent. Desperate to taste you. The taste of wine on his breath. The sound of the belt crashing into the tiles as he pushed you backwards in the small bathroom. Quickly Derek turned you around. Hands slithering down your arms to guide your palms to the edges of the sink. You could only hear his zipper and breaths. Catching your own eyes in the mirror you stared at the smeared kisses on your lips. Watching him behind you. He caught your stare. Leaning over your shoulder to your ear.

“You gotta be quiet. I know that’s hard for you, isn't it?…” Derek teased nipping your earlobe between his teeth. “Look at yourself, not me…” He snapped.

Then he hoisted the hem of your dress upward till it bunched around your waist. Nudging your legs open further with his knee, he couldn't wait. Refused to. You exhaled softly as he sank his hips forward feeling how fucking drenched you were from his groping under the table. Exhaling softly as you bit back moans. Cursing into the air, eyes pressed shut. Derek's hand reached for your hair. Tangling it between his fingers he yanked your head back.

“What did I say? Eyes on the fucking mirror…” He groaned. Rearing back as he fucked forward into you. You clenched as you tried to slow him. His cock was enveloped in your wet heat. "God you... you're so fucking tight..." Grumbling as his hand moved down your hair tracing your spine, forcing your lower back into a slight arch. Derek's eyes darted over the mirror. Watching you. You looked at him briefly. Then back to yourself, obediently. Catching how your lips fell open further with every thrust he pressed into your cunt.

“Do you want everyone to hear me fucking ruin you?” He hissed. Feeling how you gripped and slicked his dick with your soaked hole. Smirking as he breathed down your neck. Hunching against your body. Gasps turned to moans rolling from your lips. His name was like a prayer as it fell from your mouth beggingly. Derek's hand slunk around you, groping your chest, then up your neck, squeezing softly. Dragging his fingers further upward as he pressed them between your lips. The taste of yourself and the wine still lingering on them. "Don't make me cover those pretty lips..." He rasped. Derek fucking loved your noises. It was usually his undoing. Defiantly you let a few more pleas and moans fall from you as he quickened, listening to them. Grunting out for you. The hand on your hip fell forward, giving a soft slap against your pussy. Lingering against it. You cried out not expecting it. But welcoming it. He swatted again before withdrawing his spit-covered fingers from your mouth, pressing his palm over your mouth.

"I warned you." He snapped forward into you. Hips like a piston as he fucked you more roughly. Holding your head in place. You always looked better ragged and bent, at least that is what Derek said. And finally, you could see it, and fuck, you adored it.

“Feels good, huh?" He gasped. As you were nodding with muffled whines."I’ll take that as a yes.” Derek snorted. Thrusting into you like he was uncontrollable. The cold porcelain of the sink presses into your hips. You closed your eyes. Trying to control your pathetic little moans of relief as he stretched you around him. Fucking you senseless. “Open your eyes. Look at yourself... such a beautiful fucking mess.” He scoffed through his panting. You treasured how broken he made you feel. How he tried to act in control. But he was just as desperate. Twitching inside of you. His hand shifted from your spread folds, back to your hip, bruising it under his grip. Derek slid his rough palm over your rear. Spanking sharply as you called out his name in a muffled act of devotion.

“You know they will hear you if you can't control yourself." Derek said with a tinge of excitement. "God look at my needy slut huh, my pathetic little fuckhole…” Moving in and out of you at a maddening pace. You could hardly keep up. His breath washed over the nape of your neck as he peeled his clammy palm from your lips. Stuffing the fingers back in your mouth. You sucked with such lust.

“That’s a good girl…” Derek hadn’t even asked you to. But you knew. You knew what he wanted. You watched yourself. How your lips dripped with drool around his fingers. Clawing at the sink helplessly as he fucked you like a doll. Eyes half-lidded and struggling as he slid his fingers deeper till you gagged. Your eyes watering slightly.

“Close?” He growled. You could only nod. “Say it.” Derek instructed.

“Yes… close… so close baby...” You spluttered on his fingers. You watched him momentarily catching how he pressed his eyes shut hearing you call him that. You became noisy without his hand over your mouth. The slapping of Derek's hips on your ass filled the air. The pair of you quickly became a mess for one another. As you felt him bottom out inside of you. He swapped hands. Dragging his fingers from your lips. Spit strands following. Cascading down your chin and chest. As his other hand returned to smother your noises. Holding your mouth shut as his spit-coated fingers found themselves nestling against your clit. Rubbing firmly over it in circular motions. With that touch, you nearly buckled beneath him. Like a thread ready to snap. The grip of your hands slipped against the sink as your eyes flickered to his in the mirror.

“Don’t… eyes on you…” He was pink-faced. Close. Derek always turned a warm rosey shade when he was fighting it. Resisting his own orgasm. Your pussy throbbed around him. Gazing at yourself, following his demand.

“That’s it…my….m-my slut…” He chimed. “Is my little slut going to cum…? Fuck, cum for me babygirl...” He grunted. It came out like a plea, not a demand. Derek could feel how hard you were tightening against his thrusts. You pressed your hands down hard into the rim of the sink. Cursing sharply as you came. He didn’t slow. Fucking you through the orgasm roughly. Your orgasm pulsating against his dick. You felt his arm reach around gripping your throat. Pressing your head back into his chest, you could see his devilish smile. Derek was licking your neck. Then behind your ear.

“Look how fucking pretty you look when you cum on my cock…” Derek hissed. Pumping faster. Shuddering. “Look at you. Don’t stop…fuck…ugh, yes. Fuck you are such a tight..." Trailing off as his head was thrown back. "Ah…ah I’m gonna…”

“Do it…don't pull out, Derek please...” You gasped.

His forehead pressed into your back hearing you say that.

“N-no! Look at me…please?…” You pleaded. As Derek flicked his eyes up. Peering from over your shoulder. Rasping. Giving into your begging. His brow furrowed as he fought to keep his eyes open. Biting against your shoulder he muffled his own loud and messy climax. Ropes of his cum poured into you. Then a whimper fell from his lips. Freezing a moment, before pulling back. His finish was buried so fucking deep. Only slightly dripping from you. The pair of you buckled over the sink, catching your breath.

"Fucking hell..." He hissed. Tucking himself back into his pants, attempting to not look like he just bent you over and fucked you full of cum. Running his palms over your dress to tug it down and back into place as you stayed pressed over the sink. Failing to compose yourself as he laughed at you softly.

"Hm?..." You purred, looking back at him, scoffing back at him from your lipstick-smeared lips, more than dazed.

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BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FILTH teehee

Anyway, if no one has noticed I am feral about Derek Danforth

and no it is not your business

Anyway, enjoy to all the freakies out there 💚(✿◡‿◡)💚

also shout out to @joshfutturman with the new gifs, I butchered the colour editing and squashed the quality more than likely, sorry

[pianokantzart]

Aaanyways....

[iwillstealyournamelikeafae]

I have finally done it!

I have finished the first chapter (about 1,3k words) for my newest original work "to cure the vessels", which you can find on ao3 (you do NOT need a registered account to read my works).

or copy paste the plain link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81563701

and here is a select part of the work:

An epidemic spread,

a virus, turning living beings

into not more than a mere vessel

of something the once used to be

In the city,

A group of researchers makes their way

to uncover the origin of “the curse”

Meanwhile, deep in the woods

a group of devotees tries their hands

on a remedy to cure those infected

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After taking a deep breath Nettle continued: “Either we end it now, before the virus spreads too much, before her symptoms become too much to bear, and maybe have the chance to make an advancement, medically,” with every word spoken it searched for approval, approval it made the right decision, approval Nettle would never get. “Or we let it play out, she will turn, and we have lost a valuable resource.”