#shit ending

[ari-eatsdonuts]

If it makes u feel better abt the ending, at least showtime technically grew closer if you think about it lol

thank you anon

It rlly does help

[lillyspeakz]

Hear me out. Hypersexual simpbur -💌(a Hypersexual simpbur fictive)

SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE BABES!!!

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He couldn’t stop. He tried to but he couldn’t. It’s how he was wired.

Every time he saw you, whether it be in one of his t-shirts and short shorts or even panties. Or sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, he wanted- no! Needed. To fuck you.

He loved how you looked so good in anything you wore. He loved how he just wanted to be by you and he close to you. He wanted to have you in the most intimate way he could. And 9/10 times, you were on board with what he wanted, willing to take the risk anywhere you were.

Which is what led you to now.

You had been at dinner with a bunch of your friends before Wilbur decided to pull you away to the bathroom, needing help “cleaning a stain on his shirt”. That bullshit of a lie was soon forgotten as he locked the door and bent you over the sink, grinding his hard on against your clothed core.

“Fuck- I know what I said and I’m sorry, but you look to good. I can’t help it.” Wilbur whimpered out as you started to grind back onto him, meeting his thrust.

“It’s ok, just hurry before they come looking for us yeah?” You whispered to him as you looked at him through the mirror. His pupils were blown out in pure lust and want as he nodded and pulled your panties down your legs just enough to access your pretty little pussy.

You brought your hand back and pulled at his belt, wanting it undone as soon as possible. Smirking Wil unbuckled the belt but decided to let you do the rest. “You want it so bad? Do it yourself.”

Quickly sitting up, you turned slightly in order to unbutton his pants, which came off quickly. Wilbur bent you over yet again after you undid his zipper, wanting to feel you around him before he, in his opinion, exploded.

“Good fucking girl, be quiet for me yeah? Just sit there and take it- fuck.” He groaned out into the empty space as he pulled your underwear to the side and slide into you, the warmth and tightness he felt on his cock making him lose it. “Already sucking me deeper baby, such a whore for my cock huh?” Wil teased as he held your hips to the counter and fucked you against the sink.

“Wil please- let me come!” You whined out as quiet as you could, not wanting your friends to hear anything and come looking for you both.

“Already baby? Hasn’t even been a minute.” Wilbur scoffs at you as you burry your face in your arms, moans muffled and legs shaking. “Look so pathetic like this baby, look at yourself-“ Wil demanded as he gripped a handful of your hair and pulled you up to look in the mirror. “You’re fucking drooling darling, bet I’m the only one that can fuck you like this yeah? Fuck you dumb in a minute and leave you wanting more?” Wil asked as he pounded into you and kissed your back.

“Yes yes please! Gonna cum!” You slurred out as your eyes rolled back and mouth open in a silent scream. Your legs shook from the intense pleasure, his cock hitting all the spots that made you keen over in seconds.

Then it all stopped. The pleasure, the feeling of being full, the stimulation. All of it.

“What the fuck?!” You exclaimed as you looked in the mirror to see Wilbur quickly stuffing his cock back into his pants, making eye contact with you as he pulled all of your clothing back into place, pulling you up to meet his chest.

“We’re gonna go out there, tell them you’re not feeling to well and that you need rest. And when we get home, you’ll be able to cum as much as you want baby.” Wil whispered in your ear as he rubbed his hands on your thighs. “But we won’t be stopping until I say so.” Wil growled out as he opened the door and stepped out, locking his hand with yours.

Let’s just say that you didn’t end up sleeping that night.

[grim-ghosty]

"Everyone is going to be happy, " The Duffer brothers say as they write the most dog shit ending of all time.

[wandas-lovey]

Wtf did I just watch ????

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[silky-slinky]

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Being Five's work partner wasn't easy, being around him was never easy for you. Your relationship with Five was complicated, to say the least. He's led you on for so many years you've worked with him. Perhaps you've been obvious with your feelings, causing you to be in this position with Five.

One day, Five offered you to join him to go back in the time where his sibling's timeline was, to save them from an apocalypse. An offer you've been grateful to accept, up to now. These people around you, are the very people you've grown to love, to be annoyed at, to save them from any kind of apocalypse. These people are what you call your family.

You've attached yourself to the Hargreeves and you think you might never detach from them. They were different people, with different interests, with different characteristics, with different attitudes yet they all click in the best way possible. Sure, they fight, they annoy each other, they despise each other but they're all bonded by love. No matter how hard they denied it themselves, especially Five.

Five wouldn't save these people if he didn't love them. He wouldn't have offered you to come if he didn't have some sort of attachment toward you. Whether it be a deep platonic feeling or a romantic one.

Life in The Temps Commission was bland, repetitive, and gory. Until you came along. You brought something out in him, a spark, a flame that wouldn't go out no matter how hard he tried. The time the Handler told him that you'd be working alongside Five, he was ecstatic.

For months, he tried to deny his feelings toward you. He tried to stop himself from smiling every time you pop up into his mind, overpowering his thoughts about work. He tried to stop himself from making advances toward you. Until he finally let himself. He put up a flirty persona, to mask his true feelings.

Years passed by, consisting of limitless flirting and teasing. One side flirting, that is. Every time he did toy with you, you'd be shy and be at a loss for words. His sweet talking won you over, letting him take control over you.

“Lila?” Diego called out. You had nothing better to do, being retired, along with Five. You were standing still with the supposed child of Diego, and can't help but wonder, why was he white if his parents are both people of color? Stan was his name, he introduced himself to you earlier back, you've taken a liking to him and his distinctive hyper fixation for explosives.

“You need to take this kid with you.” What a bad father.

Mid-sentence, Five came out of the bath, two briefcases in hand, looking as if he ran a marathon with sweat on his face. Your eyes glanced to Lila who stood only in a towel, barely covering her body, then back to Five.

“The hell were you doing in there?” Diego asks him.

“Bathing.” Lila answered for Five, who looked like he wasn't going to answer anyway.

“Together?” It was now then Five noticed you, a smirk on his face from your jealous tone.

“Oh, okay.” He sighed in defeat. “Y/n, we don't have time for this. Lila and I have more important shit to do.” A smirk was still not wiped from his face. From your posture, your slight arched brow, and your foot tapping the floor anxiously, he knew you were jealous. He's seen you in this state before, the time he first opened up to you and told you about Dolores.

You followed his footsteps, you could hear Lila greeting her, again, very white son. Five halted his walking suddenly, knowing that you were following him from hearing your very loud angry stomping. He turned to look at you, a slight scowl on your face.

“Yes? May I help you?” His velvety voice making you more annoyed than before.

“Am I not coming along?” Lila and Diego passing by the both of you, making their way toward the elevator. Them having a small banter about their relationship.

“Sorry, Y/n. It's me and Lila for now.” Turning his heel back to where it originally was and made his way toward Lila who was already in the elevator, waiting for him. Leaving you with a slightly cracked heart.

It was never anyone and him, it was always him and you.

You were now aimlessly roaming around the sketchy hotel, bored out of your mind. You've tried all the possible ways to pass time, even joining Luther with a game of pool, but that bore you even more. Not that Luther was a genuine boring person, he was fun in his ways but in every game you've played with him, you won.

The pair of legs that you own mindlessly moved around, not knowing what direction or what floor. All you were looking for is something to do at the beginning of retirement. All your years working at The Temps Commission, you've dreamed of being retired with Five. You were retired with Five, just not how you've pictured it to be.

The voices of two people in a distance didn't stop you from still going in that direction, the direction you originally were meant to go to. Your eyes scanned the wallpaper, seeing the leaves in their delicate shapes and different shades of green.

Your head then turned in front of you, Five by the door of the utility room, Lila standing directly in front of him. You first caught Five's attention, due to his high senses from being an assassin. Then came along Lila who looked where Five was captivated, a smirk on his face, both of his hands in the pocket of his trousers as he slightly leaned back.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” A wide grin on her face. You couldn't help but return one, yours wasn't as wide as hers.

Suddenly, Five brought an arm around Lila's waist, pulling her into the utility closet, closing the door behind him in the process. Leaving you once again, a much bigger crack than before and your tears wanting to free themselves.

“You too, Y/n/n?” A concerned yet angry look on Luther's face. Your head tilted to the side, in a confused manner.

“What?” You finally asked, irritated at the silence. Luther then pointed at the bruise forming on your forehead, a bruise that formed when you clumsily fell face first on your way up the stairs.

“Oh!” Cracking a smile. “I fell on the stairs.”

No one was able to reply when a loud explosion-like sound interrupted all of you, catching a glimpse of the color blue before it faded away.

In a blink of an eye, Lila and Five are on top of each other, panting as if they were running for miles on end. Your heart fully cracked at the sight. Who knows what they were doing before they got here. He was quick to push himself off Lila, scanning his surroundings before standing next to you.

The sight of your bruised forehead concerned him, both of his hands instinctively going up to your face, guiding your face side to side as he looked for any more signs of you getting hurt. He whispered a soft, “are you okay?” Worry and concern were the only expressions you could see on his face.

Before you could ask where we could've been, you were both interrupted by Allison's booming voice.

“You had the briefcase? We've been looking for this!” Desperation laced in her voice. You could understand how distressed she was, she was in another timeline, another timeline where her child didn't exist.

His hands going back into his pockets, you frown at the loss of contact. “Well, look no further. That's the last one on Earth.” Allison checked every crevice to see if there was still a chance to make it of use. “Or was the last one.”

“Just, please, finish already.” You pleaded to Sloane who was currently doing your make-up. Over the short time, you've gotten to know Sloane, having much like a sisterly bond despite the end of the world thing. It was on the day of her wedding, a wedding in the middle of an impending ending of the world.

Your back was turned to the mirror, an action Sloane did, she claimed that the reveal would have a much better effect if you didn't see yourself yet. It was your first time wearing make-up, Sloane taught you all about it. On the inside, you were unexpectedly giddy at the thought of dressing up and making yourself feel better. On the outside, you were showing a facade to Sloane.

You only agreed to dress up so that Sloane could have fun, with her puppy eyes, you couldn't say no. She had also picked the dress you were wearing, you would lie if you said you didn't look good in it. You were stuck using the spare Umbrella Academy uniforms when you first arrived in 2019.

She was already done getting ready hours before, being excited and all. You had a blast with her. Ranting about how stupid Five is and men in general as she did her make-up. It was nice having a person who didn't judge you for whatever reason there may be.

“Alright!” Sloane exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I'm done!” Clapping her hands in satisfaction. Clearly impressed with her work on your face.

She used her powers to lift your chair, slowly turning it around toward the mirror. She had instructed you to close your eyes before being face to face with the mirror to edge you even more in anticipation. Sloane gently put you down, as she tapped your shoulder, signaling to open your eyes.

Finally opening your eyes, you stare at yourself in shock. Genuinely impressed by Sloane's work on your face. She really was made of magic.

“Wow...” You trailed off, eyes meeting Sloane's eyes in the mirror, a wide smile on her face. “Sloane...” You trailed off once more. Still in awe. “You are amazing!” You finally squealed before engulfing her in a bone-crushing hug to which she replied with a loud laugh.

“My day!” Is what you could barely hear from the elevator doors opening with a ding, revealing your figure in the middle of it. The butterflies in your stomach going crazy from thinking about how Five would react to your unfamiliar yet all the while familiar appearance.

Not looking up, stepping out of the elevator, mentally preparing yourself to be ready for their reactions.

Finally looking up, seeing Five's mouth slightly agape, much like the other's reactions. A dramatic gasp was heard from Klaus as he stood by your side, admiring you from up and down, linking his arm with yours. “Who knew you had it in you to dress up?” Squeezing your arm in the process.

Compared to your nerves from earlier, it was definitely better now. Your eyes still not meeting Five's.

Your eyes panned over to Luther's. “Sloane is almost ready. She's just late for the dramatic entrance.” Rolling your eyes playfully as Lila moved from beside Diego to beside you.

“Looking quite pretty, are we?” An amused grin on her face as she scanned you. A sheepish smile on your face, you could feel your face heating up from the attention you had. Mostly from the attention Five gave you.

Five was still starstruck ever since you left the elevator doors, he watched you interact with his siblings. He couldn't count how many times he would try and occupy himself with anything but his eyes would still be on yours as you tried your best to not meet his.

Even when Klaus was officiating the wedding and the gorgeous bride was in front of them. He couldn't keep his eyes from admiring you as the maid of honor.

“Shall we?” A voice interrupting Five's thoughts. A voice he knew too well. He looked over to you, a hand offering him, the slow, romantic instrumental playing in the background. Sloane had practically pushed you toward Five's table, ushering you to 'have the time of your life' in her words.

He softly smiled, taking your hand, and letting you pull his body up. “We shall.”

His rough, callused hands instinctively snake their way to your waist, a perfect fit. A smile on both of your faces. You swore you could hear Sloane's squeal from somewhere in the hall. You could feel a few pairs of eyes boring into the back of your head, seeing as you two were the only ones slow dancing.

“You look pretty, darling.” Five smirking at your reaction; head turned away to not get a glimpse of how shy you were at his words.

Turning your head back, looking into his eyes. “Thank you, Five.” Pressing a faint kiss on the corner of his mouth, teasing him.

By now, it was his turn to be flustered. A faint blush tinted his cheeks, as he turned his head to the side, earning a laugh from you.

“The Five Hargreeves? Blushing?” Teasing him once more, emphasizing the word 'the' both of your bodies still swaying to the music.

“Oh, shut up.” Turning his head back to face you. “As if you weren't jealous of Lila.” A mischievous smirk replaced his shy smile.

Your smile faltered. At your expression, Five was worried immediately, knowing he had hit a nerve. He stopped both of your bodies from swaying, his hands going up to your face once more. You subconsciously lean more into his palms.

“What's wrong?” His eyes were full of concern.

“Can you take us somewhere quieter?” In your words, he immediately obeyed, not wanting to upset you even more.

He blinked you to the hall, a floor above the wedding venue. Not once did his hands leave your face, caressing your cheeks in an attempt to soothe you.

“I can't keep doing this, Five.” You paused for a moment, letting Five be with his thoughts. “I can't keep ignoring how you blatantly flirt with me and then lead me on.” Pulling your face from his hands, stepping back from Five.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, Five.” A tear slipping from your eye, Five stepping forward, attempting to go near you.

“You make me feel like there's actually a chance of us being together, you make me feel like there's actually something there, and then you ruin it all.” Your mascara running down your face from the tears uncontrollably pouring down. Your back hit the wall, sliding yourself down in the process, sitting down on the dirty carpeted hotel floor.

He followed your actions, sitting down beside you. Your head laying on his shoulder from support, him not caring whether you'd stain his jacket wet with your tears or not.

A few moments of silence passed, and he thought for a good second about what he had to say. All thrown out the window as he decided to keep it short.

“There's something there.” You raised your head in confusion at his words, your tears now dry, sitting on your face uncomfortably, the mascara-mixed tears. His breath hitched at the close proximity your faces had. Him still thinking about how perfect you looked even with your mascara-smeared face. “I only did that because I love you.”

His nose almost touching yours, “I've never felt this way towards anyone, Y/n.” He paused.

“Not even Dolores.” Your posture straightened up at the mention of her name. Pulling back from the closeness your faces had.

“Not even Dolores?” You asked once more. “Not even Dolores.” He clarified once more.

You laugh at the fact that you were once jealous of a mannequin. The sound of your laughter made him break out in a smile. He stood up from the dirty carpet, extending his hand out for you to take.

Gladly taking his hand, your hands made their way to the back of his neck while his on your waist, much like the position you both were in earlier. Only much closer. His lips brushed against yours, intoxicated by the warmth of them.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered softly. Your heart fluttered at him asking for consent, just to kiss you.

“You can.”

A smile on your face as he planted a kiss on your lips.

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[fickle-tiction]

Dimples

“-and that’s when I was like ‘Richard, that’s not the housekeeper, that’s my mother!” 

Bruce’s mind was elsewhere, but he let out a well-timed chuckle at what was clearly the end of Amber’s story. He couldn’t tell you what he was laughing at, he was busy plotting out the specifics of the reinforcements for the chest plate of his suit, but to the outside observer he was utterly smitten with the attractive redhead hanging on his arm. 

“Oh, wow.” A familiar voice breathed from just behind him.

Bruce’s smile froze on his face as he turned towards the newcomer. “Diana, I didn’t know you were here.” They both knew that was a lie, but they played along for appearances sake. It was clear from Diana’s tone that she was coming over to mess with him, that seemed to be her new favorite past-time when they were attending the same event, and he had a feeling it was only a matter of time before “Clark Kent, Daily Planet” found an excuse to make his way over here too. 

“Ahem.” Amber hummed, her arms tightening around Bruce’s bicep to regain his attention. 

Bruce’s smile became warmer as he settled a hand on Amber’s back. “Diana, this is Amber Mayweather. Amber, Diana Prince.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Amber.” Diana said, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Amber’s cheek. Amber seemed pleased at that, relaxing her grip on Bruce’s arm. “I must say, I’ve never seen Bruce smile like that. You have to tell me your secrets.” 

“That’s because you’re not as funny as Ms. Mayweather.” 

“Bruce!” Diana laughed, playfully slapping his chest. What looked like an innocent swat actually stung like a swarm of wasps. Bruce laughed and fought the urge to glare a hole through his friend.

“Be nice.” Amber chastised, though she looked rather pleased with the compliment. “Or I’ll tell Diana how to really get you laughing.” She added, her smile turning sinister. 

Flashbacks of the previous night were suddenly flashing through Bruce’s mind, and to his horror he could feel heat rising in his cheeks. 

Warm lips traveled across his jaw as Bruce tipped his head back, groaning as nimble fingers undid the buttons on his shirt. He would have to stop this soon, despite his reputation Bruce didn’t actually bed every person he went to dinner with, but they were both consenting adults and there was no harm in a little make-out every now and then.

His breath hitched as Amber reached his neck, sucking on his pulse point before soothing the area with her tongue. “I think we should--ahhh” Bruce flinched as Amber nibbled on the spot where his neck met his collarbone, his shoulders coming up to dislodge the sensation. 

“Oh my.” Amber sounded delighted as she pulled back to look at Bruce’s flushed face. “Ticklish, Mr. Wayne?” She teased, mischief dancing behind her eyes as she wiggled her fingers on his now exposed sides.

Bruce snapped back to the present and determinedly did not squirm at the look the two women were sharing. “His dimples come out when you really get him going.”

“Dimples?” Diana asked, delighted to note the faint pink color in Bruce’s cheeks. She hoped Clark was paying attention. There was no way he would ever believe this if he doesn’t see it for himself. “Why haven’t you shown me your dimples Bruce?”

“It’s not really something I can make happen.” Bruce said, forcing his voice to come out level.

“No,” Amber agreed. “But I can.” The hand that had been wrapped around Bruce’s bicep was now buried in his armpit, fingers digging into the sensitive hollow.

Bruce knew it was coming, he could feel the minute shift of Amber’s hand seconds before she dug in, but he could do nothing to stop it. He didn’t want to draw suspicion with his unnaturally fast reflexes, nor did he want to crush Amber’s fingers by freely slamming his arms down, so he had no choice but to let it happen. Brucie Wayne wouldn’t mind his date getting  a little handsy with him an a party.

“A-hahaha-Amber. Not in p-hhahaha-public.” Bruce laughed, arms squeezed down to his sides as he twisted away from his date. She let him go, laughing at the mock-hurt look he was sending her way. He was playing the Brucie Wayne role to a T, but inside Bruce was cursing this whole night. There was no way Diana and Clark were going to let him live this down.

“I highly recommend going for his neck.” Amber whispered conspiringly to Diana. Diana was sporting a look of pure glee as she met Bruce’s eyes. “Bruce, it’s been fun, but I’ve got to meet Richard for drinks tonight.” If Diana thought it was strange how Amber was leaving one date for another, she didn’t comment on it. Rich people were eccentric, to say the least. “It looks like you’ll be in good hands tonight though.”

“Gee, thanks.” Bruce kept up his Brucie Wayne act, all big puppy eyes and easy smiles as Amber gave them each a kiss on the cheek and said her good byes. He even laughed good-naturedly when she goosed his side before she left. 

“What’s this I hear about your neck?” Clark asked from right behind him, and if Diana’s arms hadn’t already snaked their way around Bruce’s arm he might have taken off for the exit. “You’ve been holding out on us, B.” He sounded disappointed, and Bruce refused to blush or turn around to meet his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you know better than anyone not to believe all the gossip you hear?” Bruce asked, finally turning to look at Clark. He wished he didn’t when he saw the smile he was sporting, like he was made of sunshine. “Mr. Bent, wasn’t it? Daily Planet?”

“Oh, I’m not the one who’s going to be bent tonight.”

“What do you say we go back to your place, Bruce?” Diana asked, not giving him a chance to splutter a response as she steered them towards the exit. To an outsider it just looked like Bruce Wayne was going home with two of the best looking people at the party, but Bruce felt like he was marching towards his own death. (Bruce Wayne was nothing, if not a drama queen.)

“I have patrol tonight.” Bruce knew it was a lost cause as he was hustled into his own car by his two friends, but he couldn’t give up without a token of a fight.

“Alfred,” Clark called through the partition separating the back of the car from the front. “Can you call Dick and ask him to cover for Bruce tonight, please?”

“Already done, Sir.”

“Traitor.” Bruce called, scowling at the older man through the rearview mirror as he was sandwiched between his friends.

“Bruce, we aren’t here to mess around.” Diana said, voice serious as the car took off towards the manor. “We need to test you for weaknesses.”

“Yeah,” Clark chimed in. “just imagine what would happen if someone did this.” This time, Bruce didn’t hold back as he clamped his arms down. Unfortunately, Clark changed direction faster than Bruce could see and instead latched onto his thigh and began to palpitate the muscle above his knee. 

“I do-hahaha-don’t have to imagi-hihihih-imagine it now-hahahaaha!” Bruce laughed, squirming away from Clark and into Diana’s waiting arms.

“Or this.” Diana wiggled her fingers along Bruce’s ribs and sent him into hysterics, protests falling from his mouth as he desperately tried to remain composed. He didn’t stand a chance, but he at least tried to maintain his dignity. 

[kumzume]

pegging/fingering tamaki who keeps trying to supress his pretty moans so you put a spider gag on him and tie his arms to the headboard🥰🥰

omg nonnie :0 warnings. bondage, gagging, uhhh, slight dacryphilia (??), gender-neutral reader

“mmf-” tamaki’s back arched and shuddered at the pleasure that he was constantly receiving but the moan that threatened to escape his kiss-swollen lips was cut off by a hand coming up to cover his mouth.

you sighed, gently removing your fingers from his clenching hole to stand. this was the fifth time you had hit his prostate and every single time, he had denied you from hearing his beautiful moans.

tamaki’s eyes widened as you walked away from the bed without another word. he lifted himself up on his forearms to watch you but not without the feeling of inadequacy and insecurity creeping up his spine.

“did i-i do something wrong?” his voice barely above a whisper. you chanced a look back at him as you made your way to the closet where your toys resided. the look on his face was heartbreaking, tears already finding themselves burning the backs of his eyes.

instead of verbally responding, you turned back away from him, opening your toy chest and searching until you found what you wanted.

you made no attempt to hide the objects from him as you moved back towards the bed causing tamaki’s eyes to widen and his hard cock to twitch against his stomach.

silently, you sat beside him on the bed taking the soft, unmarred skin of his wrists into your hands and carefully tying them to the headboard. you took your time, not missing the way your patience had tamaki’s chest heaving in anticipation.

finally, you had finished testing the restraints to make sure they weren’t harmful and decided to take a moment to admire your boyfriend.

his pale skin was almost entirely covered in a beautiful pink blush, his big eyes staring up at you admiringly. you let out a soft sigh, your hand coming up to brush some of the hair off his forehead. tamaki’s eyes closed as he leaned into your gentle touch, his body desperate for contact.

you were so caught up in enjoying your boyfriend that you nearly forgot about the whole catalyst for the restraints. you extracted your hand from its place on his cheek to grab the spider gag that sat by your side.

tamaki’s eyes were still closed as you tapped your finger on his bottom lip prompting him to open up. once he did, you not-so-gently shoved the gag into his mouth before quickly strapping it behind his head.

without another glance, you moved down the bed until you were back between his thighs where his dripping length and stretched hole awaited you.

“‘tama,” you began, your hand beginning to trace light patterns on his thighs, “you haven’t been very good today.” at that, you received audible resistance from him that would have been fully formed protests had it not been for the gag holding his mouth open.

you just shook your head at him, a delicate chuckle slipping past your lips. the hand running up his thigh shifted to reach his abdomen where a pool of precum was sitting in the dips of his hardened muscle.

“no tama, i want to hear all the pretty sounds you make when i make you feel good,” your fingers ran through the sticky lubricant before returning to his asshole. “you shouldn’t deny me that, right?”

with that, you pushed one-two fingers back into him and were immediately rewarded with a response. tamaki’s thighs tensed from their place beside you and his back arched but the moan that left his mouth was gorgeous.

after that, you refused to let up, desperation to hear more of his beautiful noises overtaking you. your fingers began slamming into him at a steady pace, the impact of them allowing choked whimpers and whines to leave tamaki’s throat.

his cock sat hard and throbbing on his stomach but you ignored it in favor of adding another finger and crooking them up until they hit his prostate. a warbled groan of what you were sure was meant to be your name exploded from him, the sound sending a jolt of arousal down your spine.

you decided to look up at his face and what you saw had you holding back your own gasp. tamaki was so pretty. fat tears streamed down his face, leaving streaks on his cheeks that mixed with the drool dripping from his lips. his nipples stood hard and proud from his chest, practically begging for your tongue but you refrained, instead focusing your efforts on making him come and making him come hard.

you doubled your speed, pressing against his prostate insistently before finally, finally taking his cock in your other hand.

it took one rough upstroke, adding pressure on his sensitive head to have him cumming rope after rope of cum onto your hand and all over his abdomen.

his hips stuttered into your touch as you fucked him through the orgasm, a stream of muffled obscenities, pleas, and iterations of your name leaving his lips. you retracted your hands when he started to whine, reaching them up to undo his binds and remove the gag.

the minute tamaki’s hands and mouth were free, he reached for you, pulling you into his embrace. he rested his head against your chest while you ran your fingers through his hair, careful to avoid his sensitive ears while muttering sweet nothings and declarations of love into the crown of his head.

after a while of this, the cum on your hand and his thighs were starting to dry uncomfortably, another whine escaping his chest. you smiled at the sound before standing and pulling tamaki up with you.

“let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?”

“y-yeah, but um yn?” you turned to him immediately, his tone of voice making you slightly nervous.

“i-i love you.”

[sugasshaay]

「Patience」 with matsukawa issei

┋hot tub make-out sesh with 'sei? Umm yes, please┋

Warnings: making out with a man, kind of detailed. And honestly this is just trash but you all have to deal with it because I said so. Also im not tagging anyone who was in thr taglist because im rlly embarrassed

.! If you're a 18+/MDNI blog please do not reblog this post. It makes me genuinely uncomfortable as a minor..!

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and his hands are around your waist. Both of your eyes are full of desire and admiration. His pretty face also bears the same sly and lazy grin. Both of your bodies are reacting and heating up to the slightest contact. The atmosphere is set perfectly by the color changing light from the tub. His gaze is drawn to your lips, as though he wants to kiss you right now.

"Can i kiss you?"

He couldn't take it any longer and just wanted to feel your lips. He believes that if you don't make the first move, he will.

He has no idea if your body is warm from his question or the tub you're both in at this point, and he doesn't seem to care either way.

He noticed how you were staring at his chest and all the way down, and trying to pretend as though he didn't see how you looked at him.

He knows you want it too, he just wants to hear you say it.

You only nodded. Disappointment drawn on his face, that's not what he wanted. To say the least, you're embarrassed. You cover your face on his neck as you come closer to him, always too shy to say yes for some reason. You just want him to get rid of that dumb grin off his face.

"Yes 'sei, you can kiss me.."

You return to the same position you were in at the start of it all. The TV in front of you was playing a movie, and you could hear music and people talking. But it was ignored; who cares what happens next in that movie; what you care about right now is what bastard is going to do with that pass.

After you've finally given him the response he's been looking for, his grin widens and his gaze remains fixed on your lips. His strong hands grazed your whole body. Hands going up and down, almost touching every part of you.

You're just a few inches away from the others' lips. Both of you are slowly and softly approaching each other.

Finally, you two shared the night's first kiss. It was soft and gentle. You wanted to remain in that spot for hours, not moving at all. But he backed down, leaving you wanting more.

When he hears the small whine of his name, he chuckles, reminding you to be patient and that the night has only just begun. He goes in for another kiss, this time longer and more passionate than the first. He softly bit your bottom lip, causing you to part your lips, and he pushed his tongue into your mouth just as quickly as you did. Your tongues are going in a steady, circular motion, doing whatever feels good at the moment.

Both of your hands are occupied. For support, one hand is placed on his chest and the other on his back. His hands are now firmly gripping your waist and the small of your back.

You pull away, coming up for air.

While doing so, the same smirk maintains on his lips. His hands are also still not off your waist as he stares deeply into your eyes. He chuckles as he catches his breath, which drew your attention back to him.

You return your gaze to him, who is still breathing heavily. He moves one of his hands, which had been on your waist, to your chin. Making you to look down at him. He then begins to give you gentle and sweet kisses on the lips.

From kissing your left cheek to kissing your right cheek. Kissing your forehead to kissing the tip of your nose. Smiling in between until he reaches your lips.

Wanting to feel more of you, he begins to give you kisses down to your neck. Sucking and biting gently. Feeling him smirk on your skin. He chuckles at the sound of your breathy moans and small whines of his name.

You know he's trying to leave a mark and honestly, you don't want to stop him.

"Wanna see where else I want to kiss you?"

"Did you really think i didn't see you looking me earlier? Dang was I really that hot" he asked handing you a towel.

"You saw?" You looked at him shocked as you take the towel from him.

"Of course I Did, it was so obvious."

You don't respond; instead, you dry yourself off. I'm avoiding him at all costs.

You sense his presence behind you but choose to ignore it.

He takes the towel from you hands and starts to dry you off. His head resting on your shoulder as he goes on about his business like its nothing. Smirking when he feels your body heating up.

See you next time.