Looking at your perv!cassie hcs and I am OBSESSED with the idea of Cassie bringing up random items she could shove in your holes… like, that’s somehow ridiculously hot?? Want Cassie to laugh at me while I take something not meant to go up there
YESSSSSUH thank you 🥹
WARNINGS :: improper use of nearly any hand held object (sorry not sorry) - perv!Cassie is a freaky menace
It used to be something you’d just snicker at when you were with her—grocery shopping and she makes a lewd comment saying “you could fit that” while passing the produce.
And THEN it became really apparent that Cassie had meant it more than just making you giggle.
She’d get ahead of herself midway through sex—and you just so happened to have the misfortune of leaving your plastic water bottle on the bedside table 0_o
What turns into her begging for you to just try and test if it fits turns into you pouting when she grins a little too wide as you take the curve of the bottle . . .
“You can fit it. I swear— baby, please, please? Please.”
You can always tell when she’s plotting it, too. How she gets quiet and smirks to herself— it was worse during a movie night she insisted you two had— and suddenly she was pouting at you to let her slide the TV remote inside you :(((
“Come on. It won’t hurt, seriously,”
Despite her hyping you up and promising she’d be sweet, she still grins her ass off seeing your hips jut at the ways the buttons hit your gummy walls over and over . . .
Don’t even get her started on the gear shift in her car. She truly had you slide off your own damn panties just so you could straddle the centre console and line yourself up to the leather joystick . . . While making seriously awkward eye contact with someone across the mall parking lot.
Don’t let this woman step into a home goods near Christmas time if you want your holes free of decorative Christmas trees. An absolute MENACE.
+18 steve thots, all because of joe keery's manspreading, short smut, pinv, roleplaying, 1k words
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He gazes at you as you rock on your feet, pretending shyness, pretending innocence. A roleplay you two liked to indulge every now and then. You acted coy, as if you didn't know what you were doing to him. As if you were dense.
And he loved the thrill of the chase. It's a roleplay you two do all day. One of the two starts, often, you. And Steve is loving, careful, kisses you all over the face when intimate, but when you act like this, and call him 'Stevie' all day... Oh, he knows he can let loose.
Because it's when you want pure domination from his part.
You don't want the gentle touches. You don't want him to even think of pleasuring you properly. You don't want him to take care of you. You want him to ruin you. To mark you. To completely own you.
And you loved the little roleplay of the devil ripping the angel's wings off and all that crap. You liked the roleplay of the shy, embarrassed girl, waiting for the unhinged, and feral man that would make her become a completely other person.
So that's what you've been doing all day.
You acted cute, asking for kisses, just little pecks. Telling Steve you would shower, as if you were 'afraid' he might enter. And Steve played his part too. Trying to get you to deepen the kisses, or brush his hand across your waist. You gasped or squealed each time, playing coy, nervous.
All this roleplay was a chase. One had to break first. It was always him who grabbed you roughly, throwing you on the bed, rendering you speechless. But today, he wanted a different approach, and he knew you were starting to break. Much more when he immediately went to 'bed' after dinner, leaving you to clean the dishes.
Minutes later, you walked in the bedroom, shyly, nervously. You swayed, hands behind your back, trying not to look, as if you never did before. His eyes studied you as he held himself up with his hands on the bed, leaning back just a bit. He was manspreading so wide, his bulge was obvious and visible through his sweatpants.
"Why are you so far away?" He asks, and you look away, biting the inside of your cheek. God, he loved when you pretended to be modest.
"I just... I don't know how to ask..." You say in a small voice. You were already damp in your underwear, ready to take your shorts off, but you wanted to know what he would do to you. How he would take you tonight.
"Mmm... Ask what, baby?" At your lack of response, he gave a nod towards his way, "Come here."
You walked slowly, looking at him through your lashes, batting them as if you were just meeting him. Flirting with him. God, he loved you so much. Once you were in between his spread legs, his arms shot out, and his hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you harshly towards him.
You squealed, your legs moving to straddle him so you wouldn't fall completely on him. His hands grip your hips, fiercely, and push you down to his bulge, making him grunt. You whimpered, hands coming to rest on his shoulders, as you looked at him.
"Stevie..." He could barely contain himself. But well, that's what you didn't want, wasn't it? His mouth brushed yours, breath hitting your lips as he spoke slowly,
"I'm gonna show you how to be my own personal fucktoy, okay?"
You acted shocked as he fingered you on his lap. As he kissed you stupid. And then, your face as you rode him, completely gone after being edged two times already, after he bit your nipples, tugged at them, and now with his cock deep inside of you, was made for a polaroid picture.
You begged for him, drool dripping out from the corner of your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks, your legs hurting.
"I--I need to rest, Stevie--"
"Rest? But the teaching lesson isn't over, baby. You wanted to learn how to ride me properly, didn't you?"
You whined, feeling each drag of his cock as you kept bouncing, and he moaned your name, hands holding you close at the expanse of your back.
He could feel you clenching, throbbing, and he growled as he bit your collarbone, making you wince.
"Don't cum."
"I can't-- I can't--" Your mouth opened in a silent 'o' as you came around him, gushing out, legs trembling violently around him. He groaned, holding you tightly as you arched your back, your head thrown back, body jerking.
Once you came down from your high, and you dared to look at him, he was glaring at you. You pretended to be ashamed, shaking your head.
"I'm sorry--"
"Lay on the bed, face up, head hanging from the edge."
"Huh?" It was so cute and so arousing to see you act confused, as if you didn't love being throat fucked by him.
"You heard me."
And fuck, your throat was tighter. You gurgled around him, your hands grasping the sheets to keep you from sliding on the bed. One of his hands was gripping the edge of the bed, veins popping out, as his other one caressed your throat, feeling himself going in and out of you.
You gagged around him when he seethed inside, and he saw you tap the bed twice, making him pull out just far enough. He was so close. And seeing your tits bounce as he thrusted into your mouth was enough to make him lose it.
He came deep in your throat, and you squealed in surprise, but swallowed down each drop. When he pulled out of you, you were a breathing mess, sweaty, your own slick running down from you. Your inner thighs were smeared of you, and he could see his bitemarks all over your breasts, your neck.
He helped you raise your head up, looking down at you, the love still deep in his eyes.
"You okay, baby?" He asked, and you smiled through your heavy breathing, eyes still half-lidded, completely satiated.
Just a thought and no offense but I think Logan just wants to be in love and feel loved in return.
(This isnt proofread and came out as rambling so have fun trying to read it and decipher it! 😅)
So WE ALL know that Logan can be flirty, and that he may have had a period where he was a bit of a manwhore (*cough* 70s Logan *cough*)
I feel like that period though, and any other flings, one night stands, etc whatever was less out of lust and more of a desperation to feel SOME kind of human connection bc the mans so lonely and has been treated like a soldier, a weapon for so long that hes desperate for human connection, even if it makes him end up feeling depraved afterwards. Post-nut clarity wakes him up next to some girl he met at a bar, and guilt sinks its teeth into him because he doesnt even know her name, much less actually LIKE her. The man was born in the 1800s, he may have grown with time but you cannot tell me theres not some inkling of being a gentleman- and wanting to find someone you truly love, hidden in there somewhere. I think overtime he may fall into this routine, believing he needed to be a walking sex magnet, gruff, cocky, whatever have you because hes convinced its the only way he can have a connection with someone, even if its for a few passionate moments under bedsheets, and an awkward "that was nice. Bye"
It only fuels his self hatred, convincing him that he really his just an animal, looking to get his sick desires out, eat, fuck, sleep, survive.
When we see him in the X movies, as a cage fighter he is brutal and rough and he doesnt seem to have a caring bone in his body yet he still manages to find himself caring about this young girl who stowawayed in his trailer, and does help her, even if he acts like this version of logan he created. Someone who doesnt care. But he cares. A lot.
Its not until he meets YOU, that he starts to wonder if he got it all wrong. Kind, beautiful, smart YOU.
I fully believe that logan just wants a partner. One night stands, flings, what have you, were just him lying to himself, desperate to feel something other than hate. After he lost his memories, and he began just wandering, the concept of love was lost on him. And lust wasnt there anymore either. He was approached by women, perfectly fine, pretty women, all the time during his time cage fighting, bars, etc. He turned them all away- completely opposite of logan 30-40 years ago (my timing probs not right on xmen lol) who was convinced the only way he was living was if he had ass next to him every night he went to sleep because he was lonely. This version of logan, lost, angry, wanted nothing to do with people. Some of it the repressed feelings coming out from his past that he doesnt even remember. He was convinced then that he had to be alone. Becoming a lone wolf that bared his teeth at anyone who tried to pet it. Secretly though, deep down although he wouldnt admit it, there was that deep desire, that he always felt in his 200 years, that he just wanted to find his mate. He'd call soulmates bullshit if you asked him, but the moment he meets you, hed know that it was real, and that maybe god cursed (gifted) him the ability of healing and practical immortality just so he could find you. And hed do it over and over again, the pain and suffering and loneliness, if it meant you would be the endgoal.
Logan is a pack animal. He needed a family, to protect, and cherish. When he meets and ends up at the x-men, his demeanor and attitude changes quickly to something similar to a dog that snaps at you when you pet it only for it to whine and whimper "im sorry, please dont hate me, i just dont know how to accept love.". Hes still wary, because hed never KNOWN a family before. Put aside his memory loss, the closest things he had to a family was a creep of a brother, and a woman who said she loved him under false pretenses (i still dont like you kayla even if you say it was real). He barely knew his parents, and even then that was a lie because his father wasnt even his biological father. Yeah, Logans life was pretty damn lonely, so its no wonder the man is cautious of anybody and anything.
The moment you come into his life though, that bitterness, anger, and meaningless flirting goes right out the window. Hes serious about you. Hes usually cautious, nervous around people but he meets you and its almost like he threw all those imaginary rules he has for himself out of the window.
Look at how he was with Jean in the movies. He barely knew the woman, they barely shared ANY lines in the movie yet he was almost completely devoted (dont get me started on that storyline). Trust didnt come easy to the wolverine. And Kayla- their relationship just shows how much he wants love and to be loved. I never seen origins but a lot of gifsets and read the synopsis of the plot, but i think he had a feeling with Kayla he couldnt trust (remember how he says hell never go against his gut again?) But he so badly just wanted that connection he ignored all the warning signs and did everything to build a life with this woman who not only tricked him, but put him through unimaginable pain both physically and mentally. (Look I REALLY dont like kayla but i do feel bad for her because stryker did have her sister captive). I know stryker is the evil mastermind here, but god imagine trying to find love with someone, only for it all to be a farce, even if they claimed they did love you the entire time- the intentions from the very beginning was far from love.
Oh but when he is in love with you. From the moment he met you, it wasnt love at first sight exactly, more like a feeling that you were it. Hes all about you. He sticks around, under the pretense that he just needed to make some money first, doing some missions for charles, keep an eye on rogue. He cant admit its because he wants to stay close to you. Hes like a feral cat taking shelter in your shed. Stays away at first, cautious of your spspspsp, but curious nonetheless. Completely ignores the first bowl of food you put down for it- or so you thought because when you came back it was completely devoured. It takes weeks of food and spspsps before it finally warms up to you, but after that first contact with your hand and its head- good luck ever getting rid of it. Not that youd want to 😊
Logan becomes a shadow to you, once you become something akin to friends. (Its really more than that but no ones addressed it). He teases you and flirts with you, and its something you think he does with everyone, until Ororo tells you that he only does it to you. Sometimes he just sits in your company, other times hes curious about what youre working on, not wanting to start the convo, but does things like leering over your shoulder (which he may or may not be doing just to he close to you and get a good whiff of the smell of your hair). He stresses when you go on missions without him. He slowly opens up about his past to you when he begins to get his memories back. Trusting only you (and maybe charles) with the truth ablut the man he used to be, and still is.
When your feelings finally do come out in the open though, however it happens, that first kiss, the first time you make love, etc etc. Logans a different man. I mean, hes still that cocky, grumpy person we all know and love. But he carried himself differently. Hes confident and wiser, hes comfortable, and hes happy. He found a home, his pack. And maybe after countless conversations about his past, the things hes done, and the comforting words and understandings you give him, he starts to learn that he isnt so bad, because if you love him, YOU, the most wonderful person hes ever known in 200 years, love him despite all of his violence and hatred and slight whoreish tendecies back in the 70s...then he must be alright.
He doesnt need to worry about his past anymore, when hes got you, right there with him, promising a loving future together.
Troilus is based on Mother Gothel and the oldest. Julius is based on Cassandra and is the middle brother. Rampion is the youngest and based on Rapunzel.
This post is a bit of an info dump and story for these three. It's also a bit of a stream of consciousness.
There were once four brothers: Julius, Troilus, Rosencrantz, and Hansel. The oldest triplets came down with a rather bad illness. Their parents tried everything, doctors couldn't help their poor children. But one day Troilus the youngest triplet overheard some people talking about a child with an amazing unique magic that could restore almost anyone. Excited, he ran to tell his parents. His parents then left for months and returned with the boy and said he was called Rampion. However in time they were gone and the triplets conditions had worsened. Due to their lack of initial understanding of Rampion's unique magic and they couldn't save their eldest two.
Troilus had many other issues regarding his illness and spent most of his time with Rampion because of it. Julius often was ignored in favor of Rampion. And Even before that, because of how sickly the other brothers were, he was still ignored because of it.
Rampion wasn't allowed outside their home and yard despite how far away they live from town. One day he asked to join the school his brothers attended. His parents quickly gave him reason upon reasons he couldn't go. But it was Troilus who made him very scared of other people. Warning him with stories of kidnappers, muggers, and killers never repeating one unless relevant. But he and their parents would always protect him. This led to a really bad case of agoraphobia as a child that did get better. Julius was told that he is stronger than Rampion so he'll be safe.
Rampion was always really fond of Julius and tried to join in on his hobbies but when he got hurt no matter how little it was. Resulting in punishment for Julius even if it wasn't his fault.
Julius always wanted to be close to Troilus. So despite having an acceptance letter to RSA, he chose to go to NRC with the hope that they would get closer. That didn't happen. This would later lead to his overblot and transfer to RSA.
If Rampion hadn't made his wish then Troilus would have overblotted but now won't.
After Julius's Transfer, him and Rampion's relationship gets much better.
Julius kept his hair long because he wanted to have it brushed by Troilus like Rampion.
Other stuff
Troilus's hair clips are a reference to mother Gothel's earrings
Troilus's scarf is a reference to her belt
The greying is from the illness
Julius's neck piece is a reference to Cassandra's scarf
Long hair like Cassandra when she was younger
The necklace is a reference to the moonstone. I might do more with this but right now that's it.
Julius is a second year
Troilus is a third year
Parts of Julius's hair turn blue when using UM.
Julius's UM is called Withered Rose and it causes things to decay/wither
Troilus's UM is called Brother Knows Best, depending on his relationship with a person it allows either strong influence to mind control over a person.
Julius hopes to either become a knight or become a high ranking military officer.
Troilus is named after one of Cassandra's (the one from Greek mythology) brothers
Julius was almost named Charlie
Rampion's wish greatly changed Troilus and their parents.
Rampion his first day and Julius post his overblot
Its been a while lol, sorry bout that, been doing a loooot of work into all the oc's, they keep changing every time I add some new plot ideas into the mix xD
Anyway, I had this new idea between Azure and Axzyte and for context, the story follows all the members as they join and get to know each other and debut over the course of 4 and 1/2 years. Azure and Rixen are already there at opus in first year when Axzyte joins just a little while later.
Now I thought this would be a cute idea (*cough* heartbreaking *cough*).
So, I think over a few weeks, Axzyte becomes good friends with Azure and Azure is Pansexual, he gets attracted by Axzyte's bright always happy and super sweet personality and thats fine and all, he confesses some time later and....gets rejected, not cuz Axzyte didn't find him to be amazing and sweet too but because he was aroace.
Azure let himself fall so in love for Axzyte because he IS super lovable, Axzyte is the character I project 90% of my ADHD symptoms onto (he also has ADHD) and thus how I am irl is how he is too, online I used to be like the most popular, I would talk to EVERYONE and join all the games and events and if anyone was sad, I'd be there, making smth for them, gifting them stuff and being super lovable, irl I laugh a lot and talk about all kinds of things and definitely can keep a conversation going, which is exactly how Axzyte is too.
Axzyte is lovable because after getting over being shy and quiet due to the new environment and people, he's excited, he's happy, he loves the place and wants to be friends with whoever he can, he is talkative, he is agreeable (RSD lol), playful, helpful, gives compliments all the time, hyperfixates on making someone happy cuz if they become happy due to smth he does, its free dopamine for him. so basically he's like someone you'd really love and this is what Azure loves about Axzyte, what drew him in, he loves that Axzyte is so bright, always happy, always loving and so sweet.
Axzyte had to reject him however, he loved Azure deeply but it was platonic and that couldn't change (not true for all aroace's, there are other sexualities under this), instead they decided to stay best friends, they grew closer, Axzyte hated that he couldn't love Azure as he wanted and tried to make him happy by giving him all his love in all the ways he knew, sweet words, talking for hours, physical affection, gift-giving, time together, he already loved Azure and had grown so much closer with him, they became inseperable, where one was, the other was, Axzyte let Azure cuddle with him every night, he took out him out for 'dates' to parks, cafe's and more to make Azure happy (kinda important because Axzyte prefers familiarity and the outside is not familiar but tries for Azure, he does enjoy it too)
Axzyte spoke every love language to Azure and Azure felt deeply cherished, like a Glass Candy Rose (shh, I was trying to describe it and my mind said this, it sounds nice anyway lol), most actual couples likely didn't get to be so loved day in, day out and here he wasn't even in a real relationship with Axzyte and he got all of this, most people would get uncomfortable and push away if their friend was in love with them and yet Axzyte had chosen to pull him closer and love him more, but despite this, Azure did have a constant ache in his heart.
Every time he watched a drama, an anime or read a story with a couple, he felt the ache like a physical thing, he WANTED that for himself, with Axzyte, for their relationship to have that extra layer of love, it felt like having everything except the one thing he wanted most.
(An AU where Lasko and his listener met each other when they were 13)
Warning: mentions abusive parents
Word count: 1075
Lasko slowly blinked opened his eyes, immediately recognizing the familiar feeling of a headache coming on. How long had he been asleep? He looked out the window to see that it was already dark outside. Lasko weakly pushed himself up and slid out of bed. As soon as he stood up he started falling over, having to catch himself on his bed post. How long has it been since he last ate something? It didn't really matter. He rubbed his eyes feeling the dried tears under them. Was he crying? He was. He remembers now.
He had accidentally broken something else with his... Curse. He didn't know what else to call it so he just used the term his mom used. This time it was worse. It was something expensive his father had bought for his mom. She had barged into his room, slamming open the already damaged wooden door. Lasko snapped his head up from the book he was reading. She just started yelling and screaming, snatching the book from him and throwing it across the room. Lasko just stared at the wall blankly trying to tune out the screaming. He didn't know how much time had passed before she was done, telling him that her and his father were going out to dinner before leaving his room.
Great. There was no food left in the fridge. All that was in the pantry was either empty boxes or expired food. Probably why his parents were going out for dinner. Whatever, he didn't feel hungry anyways. He laid down in bed and curled up. He hated the silence. The screaming. The breaking. The doors slamming. The yelling. The fighting. It was all he could hear. He covered his ears with his hands and curled up tighter into a ball. He hadn't even noticed he was sobbing when he finally fell asleep.
Even after his nap it seems his parents weren't back. He thought about falling back asleep to try and combat the hunger but he wasn't tired. It was too quiet. The silence made everything in his head too loud. Maybe he should take a walk. Even if his parents came back home they wouldn't notice he was gone. He stumbled downstairs to the door and walked outside. He didn't have a destination in mind he just wanted peace. Even the sounds of cars and sirens and whatever else was on the streets were more comforting than quiet.
Lasko found the sound of running water comforting. He walked up to a big fountain in the middle of the park he had just stumbled across. It was dark and he only had the faint light of the street lamps, so he didn't notice the other person sitting by the fountain until they spoke and said hello. He snapped his head to the left to look at the person, saying hi back before looking back down at his hands.
"are you okay? It's none of my business but it looks like you were crying." The stranger spoke out of nowhere, startling Lasko. He answered saying he was alright, still staring down at his hands. He was trying to focus on the weird feeling in his stomach. He thought it was just the hunger but it's more than that. It's like he can feel something in himself but he can feel something from this other person at the same time. It felt weird. He didn't like it.
The stranger stared at Lasko for a couple seconds before speaking again. "Do you also have magic?" Lasko was taken aback. He stared at the stranger wide eyed with furrowed brows, stammering trying to come up with words he didn't have. He was scared. Did he accidentally blow something away in front of someone again without noticing? What did they mean by magic?
The stranger noticed Lasko's discomfort and reached into the water. Lasko paused his stammering in curiosity of what they were doing. The stranger pulled their hand out of the water and the water followed their hand. The water formed the shape of a fish in their hand. The stranger held their hand out to Lasko.
"You don't have to be scared. See? I can do it too." The stranger smiled gently. Lasko stared at their palm. It was so beautiful. They kept twisting the water into different shapes, each one more impressive than the last. He couldn't believe it. There was someone like him. Someone his age. Well, it may have been water and not air but it was close enough for him. Lasko smiled.
He had only ever seen magic when he used it himself. He had only ever seen magic as a curse. He had only ever seen magic as something that made him a monster. The thing that caused his silence to turn loud with his mother's screaming. Yet here he was, staring at this random person he had just met. The person that was staring and smiling at him so gently. The person that was holding art made of water in their hands. The calming sound of running water accompanying it.
Lasko didn't know what to do except stare. Stare as this stranger explained what they were doing, how they were controlling their magic. The stranger took his hand, pausing to make sure Lasko didn't want to pull away. Lasko felt the familiar feeling of... "magic" on his fingertips. He was scared. Terrified he was going to hurt this person. The stranger noticed his fear and squeezed his hand tighter, encouraging him to let it out. Lasko felt the feeling grow before he saw the leaves near his hand on the fountain fly up into the air. The leaves carried by the wind forming a heart just over his and the strangers hand.
It was the same thing the stranger was doing but it wasn't water. It was air. It was his magic. It was beautiful. Lasko only smiled at the stranger, beaming with joy. The stranger laughed before hugging Lasko. Lasko was startled by the sudden movement and the leaves fell, right on top of their heads. They both laughed as they pulled away looking at the leaves now stuck in their hair.
Lasko was laughing. He can't remember the last time he did that. He was laughing. This gentle person was laughing. He was happy and it was his curse that caused it. It was his magic that caused it.
Just thinking about possessive Bakugo again, and how you belong to each other, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. You are loyal to each other. Ride or die, end of the world, you jump I jump jack, kind of loyalty. But as much as you belong to him, he blenogs to you as well. But some people have not got the memo. And he LOVES it when you get just as possessive as he does.
Like you go to a hero gala, and there’s a side kick that just can’t seem to keep her hands to herself, and it’s annoying. It’s so annoying that you’ve been drinking champagne so you can keep your hands busy, so you don’t strangle her. He notices, because of course he does. So that’s how you end up back at home earlier than you wanted to be, pushing him through the door, teeth and lips gnashing, fighting for dominance, his tuxedo jacket flung somewhere to the side as you work your way clumsily through the house. When you reach the heart of your living room, you catch him off guard, and shove. The back of his knees hit the couch and down he goes, and you’re on him. He manages to catch you mid tackle and helps you situate yourself to stradle is lap. Your hands are everywhere all at once, and he lets out a bark of laughter when your rip open his dress shirt, and just as quickly you’ve pulled his belt loose, and slipped the button on his pants open, and tugged the zipper down.
“Something wrong baby?” he asks, his hands moving the skirt of your gala dress out of the way, so he can rip your panties off of you. “Hmm? You feeling needy?” His questing fingers have found your hot, wet center, and he’s rubbing teasing circles everywhere except where you want him to be.
“She was all over you Katsu. She shouldn’t touch what’s not hers. You’re mine.” you whisper, pulling him in for a hot opened mouth kiss. You take him in hand, and position yourself over his cock, “You’re mine Katsu, all mine.” You say before sinking down, and taking him all in one smooth motion. And he agrees, whole heartedly he’s yours, “All yours baby. All yours.” he groans out, strong hands helping to lift you so he can drop you back down on his cock. And when you start riding him faster grinding your clit against him, he sits back, and watches, smug smile plastered across his face, he’s so entranced by you he almost misses your question, “Who do you belong to? Who owns this cock?” and you’re so close, he can feel it. His orgasm right there at the edge. He leans forward, his mouth attaching to your neck “It... it’s yours... so... so close. You gonna cum? My good girl gonna cum f’me?” his lips vibrating against that pulse point on your neck when he asks. And you whine so pretty for him, your eyes glassy, pupils blown wide, and you nod. He reaches a hand up and grips your chin gently between his thumb and fingers, and turns your face towards him “Want you to spell out your name on my cock. Let... ngh...let everyone know...who... who this cock belongs to. It’s yours baby, always yours. Fuck...!” And when you both cum, his strong hands move your hips, and he helps you spell out your name on his cock, because you’re his, and he’s yours, and everyone needs to know that. Especially that handsy side kick.
