The one where Y/N loves Harry’s mouth, and he loves eating her out.
She was frustrated.
All day, her mind had been tortured with thoughts of him that did exceedingly well to get her panties wet, and heart hammering against her chest. Starting from when she woke up alone this morning, she’d felt a need for him. He’d left early because of meetings, and she had to go to work. She was slightly grumpy and frustrated that she didn’t get to have him that morning. Carried a pouty lip to work with her. The thoughts followed her—haunted her—she felt like. She couldn’t focus her mind on anything else - mental images of Harry’s mouth grazing her neck while his fingers worked on her clit, or how dark his eyes would get when he stared up at her with his tongue licking stripes all over her heat, distracting her from everything she had to get done.
So, when she gets home, she’s quick to run to him and press her lips against his soft ones. God, she loves his lips, they’re so good.
A/N: I mainly wrote this because I was having a panic attack yesterday. A really bad one. I want to mention that this is me and my anxiety. Like the kind of situation I’m describing could happen bacause of it.I know that I need help, I’m getting it, but I need time, that’s okay.If you feel like that or have any kind of anxiety or fear or depression or whatever please talk to me or someone else. You need to realize that people love you and things are going to be okay.
Warnings: Anxiety, Angst (If you get triggered easily, please don’t read this.)
Everything that is written like this, are my (in this story, the readers) worrying thoughts
Heavy breathing. Anxiety. Wanting to escape your own body. That’s how I explain my therapist what I feel. It’s always the same, since over five years. I was always wondering how she couldn’t get tired of me, always talking about the same stuff. But that is the truth. I always felt like that. Everything started when I was nine years old. It was the first time realizing that I don’t feel comfortable in my own body. Wanting to scrape off my skin, and escape. When my mum found me in my room, with bloody fingers and red stripes all over my entire body, she sent me to my therapist. Like I said, that was over five years ago. And I’m still here.
The problem about being in therapy is, that you have to open up to a complete stranger. You don’t share the same interests,never experienced the same. Strangers. Complete strangers. It took me about one year actually to tell her a little bit of my big story. When I first got into therapy,she wanted to see me every four weeks. Now it’s fours times a week. So most of the time, I spend it with my therapist talking how I feel like my body doesn’t belong to me. Great.
“What are you thinking about?” I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that I’ve been stuck inside of my brain again.
“Stuff,you know.“ That wasn’t a lie. It was stuff, every kind of it.
„Tell me“, she said, giving me a look I couldn’t sort into a category.
„It’s complicated.“ Again, that wasn’t a lie.
„Try it, you’ll feel better afterwards.“ Oh I highly doubt that. But I guess I have to, since I had to kill another forty minutes.
„Isn‘t it weird how you don’t belong to yourself, like your mind does, but not your body. You’re not alone in it, there are so many bacteria inside of you, you couldn’t count them. Technically you’re only yours thoughts, but they also have their own opinions sometimes, you can’t stop them. They tell you what to do, no matter if you want to or not. Slowly, they’re taking over you and mind. You’re starting to lose yourself.“
Again, that look. It wasn’t a worried one, but also not happy. Yet she didn’t had a Pokerface.
„And what’s so bad about that?“, she asked,after some moments passed by.
„Well I guess the fact that you don’t belong to yourself, you’re trapped inside of something that’s meant to be your own self. You can’t escape.“
„How are things with Tom?“
Tom. Yeah he definitely was a miracle. You met him about two and half years ago. It was in a time, everyone left. But that made him different. He came, when everyone left. Throughout the years he was always with you. Every therapy, every crisis, every anxiety attack. Everything.
“Great.. I guess. He was home for a day, it was for his mums birthday celebration.” I smiled at the thought of that. We all had a lot of fun. Of course I was overthinking everything, but I still had fun.
“Do you still think, he deserves someone else?” Oh yes I did. I mean look at all the people he could date. All the models,actors or artists. Instead he dated someone who isn’t comfortable with their own self and has panic attacks multiple times a day.
„Why is that so?“
„He deserves someone..good. Someone he doesn’t have to worry about.“
„I talked to him on the phone a few days ago“, I know, he didn’t tell me but I knew. „He said he wants to be there for you, throughout all the bad times. He wants to see the happy you, and he wants to see you happy because you want to. Not to make him feel better.“ That hit me. The word „happy“ isn’t one I use very often. Some people are afraid to say the word „love“, for me it is the word „happy“. Happy. When do you know you’re happy? Like your brain could fool you the entire time, you wouldn’t know. Another force took over you and tries to make you feel things you actually don’t feel.
„I know. I’m trying my best.“
„You don’t have to try your best. The only thing you have to do is try better.“
„Like I always tell you, take your medicine and then let time do it’s work.“Great. So I am supposed to put some kinds of chemicals, that aren’t bad for you, inside of my body and all that bacteria and not freak out about that. Wow, so easy.
For the rest of our appointment, we talked about how the medicine was treating me, if there were any complications and if I need some new ones.
That’s how things went for another month. It was always the same, everyday, every week. Until he came home again, and this time it wouldn’t be just for a day. I got to spend weeks with him, which was kind of winning the lottery. Well of course you can’t compare a person to a thing such as money. Yet I still was incredibly excited.
And nervous. Of course I was nervous, nervousness is one of my bad habits. Overthinking was joined by nervousness and they combined something that I call my worrying thoughts. It wasn’t like an attack, I was used to it and but I knew when it came. This time, it was much worse than other times. He’s only coming home cause he feels bad for you. No he doesn’t. Yes, he may even break up with you, but just would be nice cause he would do it person. He won’t break up with me. Oh how can you be so sure about that? He told be he loved, a few hours ago and every day before that.He doesn’t mean that, he just doesn’t know how to leave someone as worse as you. Shut up.I won’t. Shut up!I won’t! SHUT UP!
I saw people turning around. Great, so I just screamed at strangers to shut up. Not embarrassing at all Y/N, not embarrassing at all.
I basically ran the way back home, looking at the ground.Even though the streets of London were really busy, I didn’t run into anybody.
As soon as I arrived home I was greeted by Tess, who tried to jump up my legs. “Hey beautiful”, I cooed “you cant imagine how much I missed you.” I nuzzled my face into her short fur.Do you think she thinks about all her existence? Stop. I was just wondering. No, stop ruining every moment I’m trying to enjoy.I was just taking care of you.
I spent the rest of the day inside, reading, cleaning and just thinking. Around 9pm I heard someone downstairs. Tessa heard it as well and she made her way to the door. She wasn’t barking, which only happened when Tom- he’s home. Ready to break your heart. No he won’t break it.
“Hey Tess, how are you? I missed you!” Oh gosh I missed this voice so much. I made my way downstairs but stopped at the half of the stairs. There he was, he actually was here.
“Hi.” he said.
It wasn’t uncomfortable we just stared at each other. He’s thinking about how to tell you the easiest way. No he’s happy right now. His job is being an actor I’m pretty sure he can fake it.
“Come here my love.”
Open arms and a wide smile. No you couldn’t fake that smile. I ran down the stairs and threw myself into him. His arms wrapped around me, while he nuzzles his face into my neck. I breathed in his scent,a little bit soapy. He always smelled like that and it always calmed me down. I could stay like this forever.
This is the last hug, you’ve seen that in movies. It isn’t our last one. How can you be sure? He wouldn’t do that to me. He flew all those miles just to see me. Or he found someone else around here and wanted to say goodbye first. Stop it! I’m just saying the truth! Stop it now! He doesn’t love you and he never will!
“LEAVE ME ALONE!”
I could hear my voice echoing in the room. Quickly, I opened my eyes. He was looking at me, nothing but sadness in his eyes. No. No no no no no.That’s your fault. You’re the reason he’s feeling like that.
“W-what did I do?”
“Nothing, you did nothing. It’s just I…I… i don’t know how to say it.“
I could feel the sadness in his eyes burning on my skin. That stupid skin.You don’t belong in this.I do, this is me.No, we share this with all of those millions of bacteria. All of us trapped inside. No. Stop making me think about that.
I felt my heart racing, my arms started to shake so did my hands and legs.You can’t escape. Never. You’re trapped inside with all of them,never belonging to yourself.
That was is. I was digging my nails into skin, pulling them up my arm. Far away, I could hear a voice. But that didn’t stop me. I kept repeating my actions until I felt a warm liquid on my fingertips. Go and escape. I can’t. Stop making me do this.
Someone pulled my chin and went back to reality. Tom was looking at me, confused and scared.
„What are you doing to yourself my love?“
„I can’t stop thinking.“
„It’s fine love okay?”
„I can’t stop thinking and it’s eating me inside and I can’t do anything. I feel like I don’t belong into this body and I want to escape. But I don’t know how. I keep thinking about all these bacteria inside of me and I ju-.“
Lips were pressed onto mine. I didn’t realize at first but as soon as I did I felt weak. I felt my legs gave in and a pair of arms grabbed my waist. Salt. Why do I taste salt? You’re crying. Why? Because you’re you and you can’t stop thinking. If you know that and I do, why do you keep torturing me.I’m not the bad one, because I am you. I’m one of your thoughts,a very strong one. I didn’t choose to be like this,it just happened. We need help. We have help. Do we? You’ve got your therapist and Tom. Tom.
He pulled away, wiping my tears.
“You didn’t stop hyperventilating and I thought this would may stop you. Did that make you feel uncomfortable, I remember when you couldn’t hug or be near anyone because you were scared.” He remembered.
“No, that was okay…it was okay.”
He was about to say something but I stopped him.
“Why are you still with me?”
“Why are you still here? With me?”
“Because I want to. I want to be with you. For the rest of my life. You understand me like no one else does. You know what to say. Always. You know everything about me and you accept that. I can be Tom around you not Tom Holland the actor. The true me. But most importantly. I want to make you happy. And not just happy because you want me to feel good. No. Happy because you want to. Happy because you love to live. I know it will be a long process but that is one of the main reasons I’m going to stay. I’ll stay till you find true happiness and won’t leave. I know it’s hard, having a distance relationship. I know it sucks and I hate it but that is one of the reasons I came home. I talked to your therapist and some people from work. You can come with me. You can travel with me. I can show you how amazing this life is. If you let me.”
Wow.I didn’t expect that. Me neither. He actually does. What?He actually does love you. You were right. This feels good.I know. Can we do this more often? We can try. Thank you.
He looked at you, a waiting expression on his face.
A smile. He smiled. That god damn smile I love so much.
“We’ll leave in three weeks, so we still have time left.”
“We can do this.”
I know that I wasn’t feeling good and I wasn’t fine. I have problems and flaws. I may don’t accept that. But there is one person that does. And in this very moment,with my person that loves me, I started to feel something that could be something like happiness.
For Jimin, they were practically synonymous with a crowded room
full of laughter, late night takeout, crummy TV show marathons, shit eating
grins, and other things like–
“Truth or dare?”
Yoongi’s giving him that look: intimidating, challenging,
merciless. He may as well have just said “dare or dare.” Jimin doesn’t bat an
eyelash, trying to look unperturbed.
Apparently, their friend group hasn’t quite let go of the game
despite being well past the middle school phase. Well past. But then
again, it’s not like the game could ever be completely shunned; sometimes when other things get too overplayed, nothing quite riles up a crowd like an occasional
game of Truth-or-Dare
“Dare,” Jimin says simply. He takes a huge gulp of his soda, sets
it aside. Afterall, how bad could it be? Yoongi smirks. Memories of past games
flash through Jimin’s mind. Okay, it could be pretty bad. But
they’re sober right now, so at least no one’s going to be trying to jump off
the roof. So not that bad. Comparatively, at least.
About a year ago I was swimming with my kids in our pool and noticed Anni (my now 7 year old) staring at me as I toweled off. She had a puzzled look about her as she approached me, wrinkling her nose. She reached her hand out and ran her fingers across the side of my waist and asked where I got all my stripes. The question kind of caught me a little off guard. I had almost forgotten they were there. But her eyes were so honest and her question sincere that I took the opportunity to explain.
I told her they’re stretch marks and that lot of Mommies get them when they’re pregnant because as the baby grows, the Mommy’s tummy and hips grow, too.
I think her little radar went off and she could sense a flash of my momentary insecurity. What she said next was magical. She reached out and touched all the stretch marks and said to me…
—“MOMMY, YOU NEED TO KNOW”.
She paushes for a moment and I return the question.
—“NEED TO KNOW WHAT?”
—“YOU NEED TO KNOW, MOMMY, THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. EVEN WITH YOUR STRIPES.”
And with that, she hugged me tight and jumped back into the pool.
That brief exchange still resonates with me. I forget sometimes how important it is to take a moment to check myself, for clarity’s sake. It’s so easy for me to get hung up on my selfdiagnosed negatives. And here’s my little girl who loves me, all of me, unconditionally, telling me I’m beautiful just the way I am.
This is the message I missed out on as a child. I started modeling at 12 years old. Not something that my younger self wanted but rather, something my mother wanted me to do. In my case, the majority of comments I received about my appearance were filled with criticism, not acceptance. So, I’ve grown up in a world of approval seeking for a very long time. There were countless times I stood in line for hours waiting for my turn with casting agents only to be stared at, told to spin around, and spoken out loud about, saying I wasn’t thin enough, pretty enough, tall enough, this enough or that enough. Play that on repeat in your mind at such a young age and you absolutely begin to believe it for yourself.
I felt uncomfortable and ashamed about my body. I didn’t like who I was, especially in those few awkward years around 12. So in an effort to remedy the issue, my mother gave me fat burning pills. Perhaps in her own mind, she felt like this was going to help me gain back my self esteem by looking how I was “supposed to”, but after a few weeks of taking this supplement with no success, I felt it was taking too long and the pressure to be perfect was overwhelming. So one morning, I tried to take more than recommended and was nearly sent to the hospital.
Pressure for women to look a certain way, to be somebody else is undeniable. And a large part of that is due to the media designing and manufacturing women to have the “right” look. I certainly fell victim to that. It’s so hard not to when you are in your early teens and seemingly rejected because of what makes you unique; and what should be celebrated, is in turn deemed a flaw. So I ate very little, enough to keep up energy, partied hard, and constantly competed with a very thin friend of mine (who was already 4 inches shorter than me) to see who could get skinnier. Well, at almost 5’7” tall and weighing in at 103 pounds, I was definitely headed down a dark road of deception and destruction. I was ill of body and of spirit.
So yes, I know firsthand what it’s like to be pressured into being thinner than you should and/or need to be. I know what it’s like to stand in front of the mirror every morning and check the space (or lack thereof) in between your thighs. I know what it feels like when you can’t fit into the smaller size jeans. And I know what it’s like to have stripes all over.
It’s been a long, and in many cases, torturous journey for me and, truth be told, one that tries to rear it’s ugly head now and then. But I can tell you that personally, becoming a mother has brought me to a deeper place of understanding about what true beauty looks like. I can look into my little girls’ eyes and confidently say that your beauty, your authenticity is reflected in the way you see and love yourself. I can say that because they look at me and say the same.
I can’t shield them from criticism, can’t be with them all the time. I wish I could. But if they can take that seed of truth and plant it deep within their hearts I, as their mom, have helped them break the chains of self-sabotage and encouraged them to freely blossom into the magnificent beauties they are. Friends, that message doesn’t just stop with the younger generations. It begins with you, where you stand right now. If your turnaround can be expedited by the power of belief, or your assurance of who you are can be confirmed by the way you walk, you will see yourself as the grace-given, grace-filled masterpiece that you are. It comes from a place of clarity and a renewed perspective, despite how difficult it seems. You are wonderful, you are worthy of respect and praise, you are deserving of love and yes, you are unique. Start with yourself and know…
It's all about Barbie - Chapter 3 (Trixya)- Djoodi
A/N: Hey guys! I’m back back back again :) And I’m sorry that it took some time for me to get this one done, but school is back so I don’t really have a lot of time to write! But I’m so happy to see that people left some really positive feedback! <3
If you haven’t read chapters 1 and 2 they are here: chapter 1; chapter 2! And I created a sideblog (but I suck so bad at using tumblr so I’m already sorry for my mistakes lol)!
Also, VicThirteen was the nicest person™ and helped me as a beta! Thank you so much <3
MHA HalloweenHeadcanons featuring Dad Might/Toshinko/Class 1-A as a Family:
Toshi’s thin bony hands are perfect for scooping out pumpkin
insides, and he doesn’t balk at the feeling of them. He helps Inko make pies
later out of the jack o lanterns that don’t work out, and toasts the seeds.
He also hangs up the decorations like paper bats and cobwebs
because he’s so tall.
He honestly expects the kids will want to dress him up as a
skeleton for the obvious reasons so they surprise him instead with a “king
Izuku is prince charming and Inko is a queen. Izuku almost
dies of embarrassment along with Toshi, and Inko is the only one who’s just a
little shy about it.
When the kids watch scary movies they all end up clinging to
Toshi or leaning into him because there’s nothing more reassuring. Bakugou
jumps at one point and grabs Toshi’s sleeve. Everyone pretends not to notice.
The girls on the other hand don’t care and will straight up
cling to him. At one point he has Momo and Urarka on either arm and Hagakure
and Mina on either leg. (Some of the boys tell the girls to share when it gets
to the scariest part)
Kirishima is the best replacement for Toshi as the
designated older brother of the group (as per @saisai-chan‘s hcs). Tsuyu usually sits with him if there’s
no room left with Toshi, and Kaminari often does too. If any of the girls (or
Mineta) hide behind Kirishima because they’re really scared, he’ll activate his Quirk to comfort them. (“Nothing
will get through me, yeah?”)
Present Mic is not
allowed to watch scary movies unless Aizawa is there to keep an eye on him
so no one busts an eardrum
Someone buys a bag of All Might themed candy and leaves it
in a bowl in the common room. No one will admit to it.
They tape reflective stripes all over Aizawa’s sleeping bag
in case he drops by the dorms and falls asleep, so he doesn’t scare anyone by
accident in the dark. Especially on scary movie night.
Someone suggests an old-school classic horror marathon one
of those nights. Izuku quietly removes The
Blob from the line up and Bakugou is none the wiser.
Kouda helps with dispelling fears and misconceptions about
bats by going out to the field one night with everyone (and Aizawa for
supervision) and getting the bats to land on him or the braver students.
Kyouka, after being initially sceptical, thinks it’s neat they have super
Iida and Tokoyami are the ones that actually like those
molasses candies. Everyone else is horrified.
When I first got into warriors I made a cat named Flameshadow who had ginger fur, black stripes and was scared all over. The funny thing is he wasn't an edgelord or anything, he just had all these scars. I'm currently working on a Warrior Cats AU about future versions of the clans and I wanna bring Flameshadow back tbh
“Stiles,” Derek grunted. “Be quiet.” His words were punctuated with short, sharp thrusts into the younger man’s body. “I can hear people coming out of the bar.”
“It’s a little hard when.. Ahh!” Stiles shrieked as Derek’s cock seemed to have found his prostate. “When you’re doing that.” He finally managed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back until he hit the cold, hard stone wall.
It had all started when Stiles had decided to go out for the night and drink… By himself… In a shady bar on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. So maybe that hadn’t looked like the best way for Stiles to spend his time. Apparently to Derek it had looked like Stiles was trying to pick someone up and boy was he unhappy about that.
Now they were in some dark side alley next to the bar, pants barely pulled down to their knees, fucking like horny teenagers.
So I decided to write this oneshot that was originally requested on the-kellin-under-the-vic’s account, because I know she has other stories to focus on and I really liked the idea so…here you go anon:)
I read that one ask you got a couple days back of an anon talking about kellin being fucked roughly by Vic the cop while wearing girly lingerie and then how you said it sounded like vic caught kells prostituting and was punishing him oh dear lord could you pretty pleeeease write a one shot on it?? please? The kellic tag is so lonely and sad without you! you don’t have to obviously but ugh that’d be so hot
I knew I made a mistake conducting my business this close to the state line. But it really was the best spot, plenty of out of towners passing by looking for a quick release. And I could certainly provide that release, for a price of course. Nothing comes free these days. They wouldn’t come for free either. I was the best in the business, which I guess I could thank my feminine features for. Guys really seem to like that. Not to mention how skilful I am with my mouth. Of course, prostitution is illegal, but I had never gotten caught. Not until tonight that is.
I had dressed to kill. Thigh high stockings attached to a pair of tight black shorts, an untucked white shirt, with my signature black bow tie holding the collar together, and a pair of stiletto black boots lengthening my legs and making the most of my ass. I certainly knew how to sell myself, but then I guess that’s kind of the point. As I strutted towards the empty stretch of highway where I would be receiving the majority of my custom for the night, I could feel the silk of my underwear rubbing against my already semi erect dick. Most prostitutes never got hard doing what they do, but I love my job. I guess you could say I’m a sex addict, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with pleasure seeking, and I might as well make money out of my talents.
But it seemed as though I wouldn’t make any money tonight, because just as I settled in to wait for my first customer, a police car rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of me. Shit. Like I said, I had never gotten caught before so I really didn’t know what to do now. I obviously couldn’t run, and I doubt I could flirt my way out of it. Damn the police and their professionalism.
The door to the car opened and a pair of black motorcycle boots hit the floor, followed by legs and a lean torso encased in a police uniform. I’m not ashamed to say that a man in uniform is a huge turn on for me, and I felt my cock twitch in response. As the officer walked towards me, the glow from the streetlight above me began to illuminate the man, showing that he was Hispanic, around thirty, with shoulder length, curly hair. And that he was fucking hot.
“So I’m guessing you’re not just here for a walk.” The man almost seemed to smirk, completely sure of himself and his authority.
I gulped, knowing I was busted but I still tried to get out of it. “And how do you know that?” I replied. “For your information, I am just out for a walk.”
The man took a step forward, now only inches from me and smiled, amusement clear in his brown eyes.
“Dressed like that?” he asked, disbelief evident in his tone. As he spoke, he reached forward to tweak my bow tie lightly.
I sighed. “Look officer….” I squinted to get a look at his badge, “…Fuentes. You and I both know why I’m out here this late dressed like this, so why don’t we cut the bullshit and you can just arrest me.”
“So you’re asking to be punished?” Officer Fuentes murmured, and I was shocked to feel one of his calloused fingertips stroking up the seam of my suspenders, high up on my thigh. “Because that can be arranged.”
I smiled, immediately knowing where this was going. Hey, I guess even police officers have needs. And who was I to refuse business.
“Yes, officer. I’ve been a bad boy and I need to be punished.” My tone was seductive, and after seeing him shudder, I knew I had him.
He reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to shove me down to my knees, only inches away from his crotch. “Suck”, he ordered. I loved being ordered around, I was definitely submissive.
Doing as I was told, I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down his thighs along with his underwear. I took his half hard dick in my hand, pumping it a few times before licking a stripe from base to tip. Officer Fuentes let out a shaky breath and tangled his hands in my hair, encouraging me to take him into my mouth. I did, lightly sucking on the tip before slowly moving down, taking him deeper into my mouth while swirling my tongue around him.
“Yes baby, that’s a good boy, such a good boy” he sighed, tugging on my hair. I worked him in and out of my mouth, picking up the pace with each suck, as he began to thrust into my mouth. He was making me choke slightly but I didn’t mind, it was kind of hot. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for, but eventually he pulled me up and turned me around, ordering me to put my hands onto the cars bonnet.
He pressed his body against me from behind, I could feel his hard cock on the back of my bare upper thigh. “Spread your legs, baby” he whispered into my ear, before ducking his head down to suck a mark into my neck. I moaned, I love it when people mark me as theirs. Suddenly, he shoved me down so my front was flat on the car, my head resting on the bonnet, before trailing a hand down my back and grabbing my ass. Without warning, he yanked my shorts down my legs and I heard him moan when he saw what I was wearing underneath. He ran his hands across the silky ruffles of my panties.
“You’re killing me here, you know that right?” he groaned, grinding against my ass. I smirked, completely aware of my allure.
“But officer, I still need to be punished.” I reminded him.
He chuckled lightly, pulling my panties over my ass and letting them rest around my knees. “Okay baby, you asked for it, count these out.” He roughly groped me before delivering a sharp smack to my ass, causing me to cry out and press my ass back into his hand. “One” I choked out. He grinned against the back of my neck, smacking me again. “Two…ah, three…fuck, four…” When he reached ten, he stopped and soothingly rubbed my now burning ass.
“Well done, you took that so well, such a good boy” he praised.
“Thank you, officer” I managed to gasp. Officer Fuentes then raised two of his fingers up to my mouth, and I knew what I had to do. I took them into my mouth, running my tongue along them, getting them wet because I knew it would be all I’d get. Pulling his fingers out of my mouth with a wet pop, he trailed them down to my ass before slowly pushing in the first finger, moving it in and out of me. My breathing became heavier, and I clutched at the car in front of me. Chuckling, Officer Fuentes pushed in another finger, scissoring them in order to stretch me. He crooked his fingers, hitting that one spot inside of me that made me let out a high keen.
“Yes…right there, oh please” I begged, too overcome by the pleasure to be coherent.
He rubbed his fingers against my prostate a few more times before pulling his fingers out, spitting on his hand and rubbing his dick.
“Are you ready baby?” he growled, teasing me with his tip while biting at my neck.
“Yes” I gasped out.
“Beg for it.”
“Oh please, please officer…fuck me, please fuck me…punish me, I’m such a bad boy officer please.”
“Good boy” he praised before slamming in in one fluid movement.
I screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain too much for me to handle. But Officer Fuentes didn’t give me any time to adjust. He pulled me up so my back was against his chest and pounded into me, harder and faster with each thrust. I was moaning, reaching around to grab his ass, encouraging him to go deeper, harder, faster. It felt amazing and I needed more. With a grunt, he changed angles so he was thrusting into that one spot that made me see stars, and I screamed in ecstasy.
“Officer Fuentes” I moaned. “Please touch me, I’m gonna come…”
Obeying my request, he reached around our bodies to take hold of my throbbing dick, starting to pump it in time with his thrusts. Before long, the pleasure was pooling hot in my stomach, and with a final thrust from Officer Fuentes, I was coming in white stripes all over his car. My vision blurred and I slumped against him, while he continued to fuck me, looking for his high. Finally, after further abusing my sensitive body, I felt him release inside me, filling me up with a deep groan.
After remaining inside of me for several minutes, Officer Fuentes pulled out and spun me around, holding me in his arms and placing a kiss to the top of my head.
“You were such a good boy, Kellin.”
I looked up at him, a smile on my lips. “Thank you. You scared the life out of me Vic, I thought I was going to be arrested for sure.”
He smiled. “Kell, as long as you’ve got the head of police as your keeper, you don’t need to worry about getting caught.”
“I love you, Vic.”
“I love you too, Kells. Now let’s drive you home.”
Wilford/William (:^)) is a sandy color with a black and silver collar that has a mini silver gun pendant. He has darker tan stripes all over, likes fluffy things, which includes Dark's hair, yes Wilford would be one of those cats that lies on your face, suffocating you ;) - EgosasCats, Fluffy Fox
Mountain Range of the Farreach, Northern tip of Aldenard-
His body slammed against the
sturdy metallic frame of the piping underneath the metal scaffolding hovering
besides the rock face of the mountain. His body nearly bounced due to the
force, and an avalanche of pain ambushed him.
“AGHN!” His voice cried into the
night. Pain… unimaginable pain. He could only feel the numbing coldness of his
hand’s grip after the fact. Ryanti had saved his own life by grabbing onto one
of the diagonal railings on the frame that was resting below the catwalk which
hung upon the mountainside, providing a stable surface upon which to stand. He
had overshot the square-shaped catwalk, but it was not intentional. The field
agent had fallen from nearly thirty fulms above.
Hi there! :D So I've seen your human!Toothless drawings and I think they're amaaaazziiiing. I'm just curious but, how would he look like in human form if he was in Alpha-mode?
First of all, I find it amazing you found ye olde human!Toothless. It’s been ages! Also glad you like him :)
As for alpha mode, I have a couple of ideas. Avatar–both, the cartoon and the Na’vi version–have an immediate influence. I considered having tattoos and/or freckles light up at first; some sort of unique marking where his energy goes. In the end, I’m still torn between two ideas:
The first, his veins. His veins alight and the blood pumping in his veins as he gains power and influence shows its pulse in that ultraviolet blue.
**his claws grow as well
The second would go the marking rout. Rather than freckles (though not negating them entirely) I think it would be cool if human-dragons have skin discoloration throughout their body. Namely: those that match their hide markings. Toothless has stripes all over. His power could be centered/viewed through those: