#*grabs my chin in and bites my lip* i need money

[didderd]

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[matthewswifeee]

No Nut November

In which Matt and Chris make a bet to see who can go longer during no nut November, but little does Matt know he would lose pretty quickly. . . .

"No I'm not doing it, its stupid" Matt shouts at Chris. "Because you know you wont win" Chris says taunting him as a way of getting Matt to give in. It works every single time and he knows it. "You know what, fine" Matt says shaking Chris' hand meaning that their $200 bet is now on the line. "You two are idiots" I say shaking my head at the dumb bet they just made with Ayla, Chris' girlfriend, agreeing with me.

Later that night Matt and Nick went out to pick up food for all of us. "I have a proposition for you" Chris says sitting next to me on the sofa in their living area. "Oh god" I respond turning my attention toward him. "I need you to get Matt to lose" he pleads. "And what do I get out of this" I question. "Uhh, I'll give you half the money" he says and I take him up on that offer knowing that he just wants to prove his point that Matt will lose.

After Nick and Matt get back with the food we all eat dinner together before Nick, Chris and Ayla all leave the house to go to some party with Matt and I deciding to stay behind. Me and Matt are sitting in the podcast studio while he's telling me about their new podcast that is coming out tomorrow with their bestfriend Nathan from back home.

"Matt" I say cutting off what he was saying and he stops. "You look so hot right now" I say and he smiles at me. I crawl onto his lap and he places his hands on my hips. "I love you" he says planting a few kisses on my lips. "I love you" I say back as I press my forehead against his. We eventually find ourselves in a heated make out session with my hips grinding against his when all the sudden he stops.

"Baby we can't" Matt says holding my hips in place to stop me. "I don't care about your stupid bet" I say whining at him and I see him bite his lower lip. "Pleeease daddy" I say knowing that will help get him all riled up as I feel him loosen the grip on my waist. He lifts me up putting me on the table as he stands between my legs, smashing his lips back on to mine as he rubs me through my pajama pants. "You better be a good girl and make this worth it" he whispers in my ear.

"Eat my pussy" I beg as he pulls my pants down. "No panties tonight" he says smirking which just makes the heat between my legs grown. He starts off my kissing his way up my thighs until he reaches my core. "I need it now" I whine at him and he starts immediately barring his face in to my dripping core. He grabs my inner thighs and pushes my legs open as I feel the cold air touch my wet pussy. "All this and I didnt even do anything yet" Matt says teasing me as he just looks at me. "Matt please... I need you" I say basically begging him to touch me. My hands find their way to his messy dark brow hair as I get closer and closer to finishing making my legs buckle as he moves his hands to hold my legs open. I moan loudly and pull on his hair hard which just fuels him even more.  I pull on his hair harder and harder. "Good girl" Matt says looking up at me and smiling with my juices literally dripping down his chin. It was unreal how fast this man can make me cum.

"You taste so good sweetheart" Matt says coming up to kiss me making me smile. I then start to suck on his neck leaving dark spots all over. "Fuck I need to be inside of you right now" he grunts as I feel his fingertips digging into the skin on my waist. I help him kick off his pajama pants along with his boxers then we start making out again as I feel him rubbing his tip against my soaking wet pussy.

Matt gently pulls away and his eyes move to the space between us as mine do the same watching him slide into me as we both gasp from the sensational feeling. "Mm fuck" he moans as he continues to thrust in and out of me at a steady pace making me a loud moaning mess as well. "I love watching how good you take my dick baby girl" Matt says with a breathy moan as he rests his sweaty forehead against mine staring into my soul.

I dig my finger nails into his back feeling myself about to release but trying to hold back a little longer for Matt. "I-im go-gonna cum" I moan barely being able to get the words out. "Come on sweet girl, cum for me" Matt moans as he starts to use one of his hands to play with my clit making me finish almost immediately. "Good girl" Matt says before pulling out of me and I quickly get on my knees taking him in my mouth. He thrusts in and out of my mouth at a fast pace and grips my hair pushing himself further down my throat as I feel the warm salty liquid coat my mouth. "Swallow" Matt says tilting my head back and I do as he says. He then helps me to my feet, both out of breath and kisses me before pulling me close to him.

"I love you baby" he says holding me. "I love you more" I say wrapping my arms around him as he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his torso. "I was gonna fuck you tonight anyways" Matt says making my jaw drop a little. "Chris told me to make sure you lost" I say making him laugh and shake his head.

[blackleatherjacketz]

All Better

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: You miss a meeting because you're sick, and Eric makes a house call to make you feel better.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Eric being Eric, Strep Throat, Antibiotics, Shoving, Blaming, Kissing, Glamoring, Hypnotizing, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Healing Vampire Blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, Vampirism, Nipple Play, Licking, Cunnilingus, Female Orgasm

Read more Eric!

“You don’t look very good.” Eric states the obvious as his brows knit together in a look of, wait a minute, is that… concern that you’re seeing on his face? It must be the medication you’re on that’s blurring your vision and dulling your senses, because you’re pretty sure that ‘concern’ isn’t in Eric Northman’s emotional repertoire. “What’s wrong with you?”

It isn’t until he pushes you up against the wall, staring at your pale face as beads of sweat run down your temples that he understands why you didn’t show up to Fangtasia tonight or bother answering your phone when he called. The realization of your illness slowly melts that concerned look of his into a stoic expression of understanding, allowing his pupils to expand just the slightest bit before his lips part in silence.

“I’m just sick, it’s nothing.” You try to look away from him, tempted to fall back into your old habit of isolating yourself when falling ill, only he grabs hold of your chin to prevent that from happening.

“Sick, how?” That sense of understanding gets washed away in a flash, his brief display of genuine emotion quickly covered up by his usual curt and cutting tone.

“It’s just an infection, I know I should have called, I just didn’t think you’d…”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” He tightens his grip on your chin, bringing his face closer to yours. “Didn’t think I’d notice that my favorite human wasn’t there to greet me tonight?”

Favorite human? Did you hear that right? You can’t help but raise your eyebrows in surprise as he admits it out loud, albeit through gritted teeth.

“I was too weak to drive out there, I…” You mutter as his cool grip on your face chills you even more, forcing your body to shiver in its febrile state.

“Then let me heal you.” He offers, his eyes scanning over your shaking form before he brings his wrist up to his mouth.

“What?” Your arrangement with Eric has always been very simple; you show up once a week to let him feed on you and he pays you enough money to cover your mortgage each month. It had never been more than that though, never crossed any other carnal line despite your secret desire for more intimacy with him. He had never once offered you his own blood before, and the idea of it still kind of scares you, if you’re being honest with yourself. “Heal me?”

“So you won’t be sick anymore.” He loosens his grip on your face, his hand falling loosely around your neck.

“I’m on antibiotics, Eric, I don’t need your blood.” You attempt to walk away from him but he places his palm flat across your chest, forcing you back into position against the wall. Even his restrained amount of strength is too much for your weakened muscles to withstand as you wince in pain.

“Let me heal you.” He stares into your eyes, accessing your subconscious mind as you can’t help but stare right back, too tired to put up any sort of emotional barrier between the two of you. You’ve seen him do this to others before, convincing them to do whatever he wanted, whether that be to pay him back, run away or even kill someone for him. You just never thought he’d do it to you.

“Okay,” You hear yourself whisper almost immediately before taking his hand and leading him to the couch at the far end of your living room. You watch him sit down as if he’s already been there dozens of times before, as if he’s lived there with you already, as if he owns the place. You feel him pull you onto his lap, guiding your hips and thighs so that you’re now straddling him in the middle of your couch as his hands carefully smooth their way up your back.

“You’re shivering.” He grins as you settle into him, your pelvis slowly rocking against his hips as his hands find their way into your hair. “I can fix that.”

“Yeah?” As scary as the idea of drinking his blood is, the thought of letting this feverish hell continue any longer seems way worse.

“Let me take care of you.” Eric fumbles through the random items on the side table closest to him until he finds something sharp at his disposal: a ball point pen. He pushes the cap off with his thumb, smiles up at you before jabbing the pen into his neck so quickly, you barely have a chance to register what’s happening before he pulls you in closer. “Now, drink.”

You gasp as your heart races in a confused sense of horror, watching droplets of his blood ooze out of his wound and down the porcelain skin of his neck. Your lips begin to tremble as his fingers weave their way into your hair, pushing your mouth in closer to his throat as you attempt to fight your body’s natural panic response.

“Drink.” He instructs again, only this time more sternly.

Having no other choice but to do as you’re told, you open your mouth and lick the droplets of blood from his neck as he continues to hold you in place. It tastes a little better than you thought it would, a sort of salty mixture with hints of iron and blackberry wine that leaves a surprisingly pleasant aftertaste on the back of your tongue. Kind of like a rich Cabernet.

Well, that’s not so bad, now is it?

You open up again and start down at his clavicle this time, making sure to clean up any remnants of the fluid until you get all the way up to the puncture site, greedily suckling straight from the source. You can hear him moan as you lap him up, feel his grip on your hair tighten as you consume him, getting lost in the closeness of your bodies and the binding of your fluids. You’re sure that he can hear your heart beating wildly inside your chest, thumping hard against his as you wrap your arms around his torso to get even closer to him. You can feel his blood working inside you, healing you on a cellular level; each vampiric red blood cell eradicating any bacteria into oblivion as the weakness leaves your muscles and the pain dissipates from your throat.

“Enough,” he whispers reluctantly, now having to pull your mouth off him. “That’s enough, sweetheart.”

His words barely bring you out of your trance, his salty flesh no longer beneath your tongue as he tugs on your scalp to get you to finally stop drinking. It’s almost as if you’ve been brought back to reality after having one of the most intense dreams you’ve ever had as you watch his wound heal just as quickly as he had made it. You’ll never get used to that.

“It worked.” You exclaim gratefully. “I feel better!”

“I told you.” Eric grins as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip, reminding you that you’ve made quite the mess of yourself. “This is why you have to let me take care of you.”

“I’m not very good at that.” You’ve always had to take care of yourself in the past. One lesson that life has taught you time and time again is that the second you start depending on someone is the very moment that you’ll be disappointed.

“I know, but you have to let me do it anyway.” His eyelids drop halfway down as he looks at you longingly, gazing upon you in a way that you’ve never noticed before.

Maybe it’s that look, or maybe it’s the high of his blood now coursing through your veins that makes you suddenly feel compelled to press your lips against his, letting that vampiric confidence guide your actions. You keep them there for a few seconds, realizing that he isn’t pulling away from you, but instead is kissing you back with just as much enthusiasm as he pulls tighter on your scalp.

You’ve always wanted to kiss him, from the very first moment that you saw him. But something about him told you that he had women throwing themselves at his feet left and right; and you didn’t want to be like one of them. You were just grateful for the little contact you got when he fed upon you each week. You relished every caress of your cheek, every squeeze of your waist that sent shivers down your spine before he ended up drinking his fill. You never thought that he’d be interested in you like this, that he’d actually want you in that type of way at all.

However, his tongue now parts your lips as his kiss intensifies, all but moaning the truth into your mouth as if he’s been waiting just as long to finally taste your lips. His kiss is desperate and sloppy, so different from the perfectly put together business man you first met that night at the bar. His composure casually crumbles to pieces as his hands travel all over your body, frantically grasping onto your muscles until they find themselves in your hair again, his lips curling into a deviously satisfied smirk.

You feel him grow beneath his jeans, his clothed member now brushing against the thin fabric of your underwear as his hips needily writhe against your junction. His deliberate movements trigger that moisture to collect between your thighs as he continues his rhythm upward with several shallow breaths. Now stained in his own blood, his mouth ventures over every inch of your lips and chin before moving down to your jawline, licking a trail alongside your pulse.

You whimper in response, grinding your needy center against him as you brace yourself for the bite that never comes. Instead he lifts your shirt up over your head, exposing your bare breasts to the cool temperature of the room as your nipples harden in front of his face.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” He teases, letting go of the rest of you so he can graze his palms across them, sending a much more intense tingling sensation down your spine.

“I didn’t know that you wanted to…” Your breath hitches as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard before wrapping his arms behind you and turning you on your back. He keeps contact with your skin the entire time, pulling on your sensitive tissue as he looks up at you with those eyes again, dragging your tender bud in between his teeth.

“Really?” He laughs with a smirk. He moves on to the next one before popping it into his mouth while pinching the other, sending a barrage of little fireworks into your skin. “You think I make feeding contracts lightly?”

“No, I uhh…” Your back arches toward the ceiling as he sucks bursts of delight into your tissues, humming a sweet vibration against your skin as you all but melt beneath him. Pleasure being the last sensation you expect to get from Eric’s mouth, you can’t help but feel a little breathless as his fingers simultaneously tug your underwear down your hips as they instinctively lift off the couch cushion to aid in their removal. “It’s hard for me to tell sometimes.”

“You thought I didn’t want you?” He licks a languid path down your quaking abdomen as your muscles contract in hurried anticipation, beads of sweat popping up in his wake. He circles around your navel with his tongue, kissing a hungry trail down your pelvis while his hands help slide your panties off your calves and feet. He smiles and spreads your thighs as far apart as they can go, straining your muscles as he stares at you like a jungle cat would its prey before it pounces. “Looks like I could be a better communicator.”

His fangs drop and his eyes darken, wasting no time in settling between your thighs to take the bite you were wondering would ever come at all. Instead of sinking his fangs into your femoral artery to get the most blood in the least amount of time, though, he bites you just above your swollen center. He laughs as you yelp from the piercing pain, letting that red hot fluid spill down your already dripping wet seam before he dives in to finally taste it.

That cold, blood-thirsty vampire that you’ve known for the past few weeks finally comes out as he starts licking streaks of crimson up and down your puffy lips, spreading the blood and gore into your folds as his tongue delivers that tantalizing balance of pain and pleasure that you’ve only read about in books. He growls like the creature of the night that he is as he devours you, snaking his arms beneath your thighs to pull you in even closer as his mouth delves into your flesh. Unable to be sated, he flicks his tongue up and down your sensitive clit, sending signals of ecstasy up through your spine and into your brain as your eyes flutter with visions of shapes and colors you never knew existed.

Maybe it’s the vampire blood pumping through your veins for the very first time, or maybe it’s Eric’s skilled mouth that forces your eyes to roll back into your head. The way he keeps eating and drinking makes it feel as if each and every tiny hair on your skin is now alive, standing on end waiting for him to touch them, to give them permission to explode until your entire body begins to shake. You reach out for him in vain as the otherworldly sense of euphoria washes over you, forcing every muscle in your body to convulse in rhythmic waves as he relentlessly drinks from your bloody cunt. He glances up at you only to grin as your skin changes color, warming and cooling in phases as your orgasm violently works its way through your skin and bones and finally out of your mouth.

“Eric!” You cry out as he finally pulls back from you, licking his lips as you rattle and hum in the crimson mess he’s made of you. “Oh my God, Eric!”

“See?” He smirks as he watches you come down from your hormonal high, running your hands through his hair as he finally gives your bloody center one last lick. “All better.”

[newrochellechallenger2019]

day 3 - blowjob

patrick zweig loved getting his dick sucked. honestly, he thinks it's better than penetrative sex, the feeling of a girls warm mouth around his dick, her spit coating his tip as he pushes it down her throat, it was the perfect stress relief.

which is why he'd hired you, to be his secretary. in your three months in this position, you'd probably been given more facials than answered phone calls about his plans for re-election in the city council.

so, it's no surprise to you when the intercom beeps, a signal patrick wanted to see you in his office and you grab a hairband instinctively as you pass the trail of balding white men leaving the meeting, his board of directors.

you slip into his office, closing the door and smoothing out your skirt. he looks up from his computer to look at you. 'you wanted to see me?' you squeak politely and he nods 'yeah, yeah i did.' he says flatly, eyes back on his computer.

'how was your meeting?' you continue despite his apparent disinterest, adjusting your blouse. 'tedious' he sighs, standing up and walking round his desk, unbuckling his belt as he does so, 'you'd think a group of rich old men would have more than enough money to spare in endorsing my campaign on improving schools round here but no-' he huffs, frowning.

he stops in front of you, towering over you, tilting your chin up to face him, studying your face, before pressing his lips to your jawline, kissing along it and tilting your head with his hands and you purr appreciatively. he kisses up to your ear, biting on the lobe.

'get on your knees darling' he breathes in your ear and your core heats up, immediately sinking to your knees in submission, looking up at him obediently.

'good girl' he grins, unzipping his trousers and sliding his boxers down to it all pools at his ankles. you're at eye level with his erection now and your tongue swirls his tip, working him up and he groans 'oh- needed this- fuck'.

you wet your mouth as you begin to take him, slowly, familiarising yourself with his girth. patrick fights the urge to shove his dick down your throat and call it a day. you slobber over his cock, it mixing with his precum in your mouth, and he moans, thank god for soundproof offices.

it doesn't take long for him to start to move his hips, forcing his dick further down your throat and you let out a choked whine, merely an encouragement to him, 'ohh nghshit- that's it'. his head is thrown back in pleasure and you fight to take all of him, cheeks hollowed.

his tip hits the back of your throat and you practically gag, though you both know you were into it, a sign of complete submission to him. 'fuck-mmph-you take me so well', he growls, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and tugging you back and forth on his dick and you splutter, lost in desire.

'yeah baby' he grunts between moans, thrusts becoming more erratic, he was getting close. he pulled out of your throat, a line of spit and precum still connecting you both as you catch your breath.

'stay there- not finished with you-mmph' he pants, fisting himself to release and you wait obediently, until his salty jizz spurts onto your face, coating your cheeks and nose. 'ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuck' he moans through his orgasm, before pausing to take in the sight of you.

'cum covered slut' he hisses, recovering and pulling his clothes back on. you stay kneeled, waiting for dismissal, the end of this game.

'you might wanna go to the bathroom' he grins, patting your head. you stand, dusting yourself off and nodding in acknowledgement. you slip back out of his office and hurry down to the bathroom to wash your face, trying to ignore the growing wet spot of arousal in your panties.

[hoshigray]

Let me get this out of my system before I forget: toji x fem! reader, both assassins who take each other's missions. But on the one occasion you work together, Toji feels that no good deed goes unrewarded. Cw: dom! toji - fem! reader - mating press - praise - toji acts cocky the first half but is a soft menace in the other half - pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darlin', good girl, princess) - drool/mention of sloppy kissing - mention of overstimulation (fem! receiving). Cw: 708

You and Toji are the top assassins in the league, and titles like that spark competition. You constantly outdo each other, taking up his missions because you need the money, and taking yours because he's a petty bastard. Flashing a snarky grin at you whenever he walks by, his canine peaking under the scar on his lips. He knows you hate him and finds it adorable how you roll your eyes whenever you see him.

But you two make an excellent team when you go on missions together! Not that it matters to you two because you both argue about the other's performance; he's too messy and carefree, and you're way too cautious and like to take your sweet time.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, exhausted from the mission and his reckless behavior, you turn on your heel to head home. But Toji calls out to you, "I'm gonna grab somethin' to eat, wanna join?

The quirk of your brow doesn't go unnoticed. "Relax, it's on me. Think of it as a reward for not being a complete thorn in my side today."

You scoff. "Yeah right." After Toji's multiple pleas more like teasing than pleading, you agree to accompany him to dinner. However, you keep your guard up while you're with him. Even if it's past work hours, that doesn't mean he can't pull something out of his ass.

Well, that promise did nothing for you as you're crying, panting, and making the most embarrassing noises you never thought you could make.

Folded into your life's most intense mating press, Toji surveys your disheveled appearance in relish. Sweat and cum connect your bodies together while drool slides down from your mouth. His hips go at an irrational pace that has you see stars, and the sounds of his balls smacking your wet folds make you hide your face in shame. Why the hell did I get myself into this situation? I could've just turned and gone home!

"Haaaah, shit..." His hoarse groans compel you to squeeze around him even tighter. He jolts a bit, smirking at your body's reaction."Haha, damn, baby. Had I known I'd see you like this earlier, I'd — hnngh! Oh shit" Toji moves your legs further with his shoulders, his body weight pushing onto you and making you feel so helpless being trapped under him like this.

"Hey, c'mon now," He chuckles when he sees your face is still covered up. He uses one hand to remove them, trapping them above your head. "Don't wanna miss the perfect view, sweetheart."

Through watered eyes in a haze, you stare up at the man making you feel so fucking good tormenting you. The bedroom lights behind him make Toji appear so deliciously alluring, his tanned skin bathed in sweat that some strands of his hair stick to his forehead. With blatant lust looming over his eyes, you feel small under his sharp emerald orbs.

A small chuckle escapes his lips. "Damn, sweetie, lookin' so beautiful fr' me, ya know that?" He surprises you with a deep thrust, and a sudden yelp becomes sweet music to his ears. "My beautiful darlin'."

You immediately turn to the side, biting your bottom lip before he sees it quiver. "Aht aht, don't do that." He's quick to grab your chin to face him again. "You can't hide from me, not like this." He draws closer to press his lips onto yours and you melt on the spot. You instantly become a mewling mess, his sloppy kisses turning your brain into mush.

And it doesn't stop there, of course not. He then slithers his hand down to your clit, giving it unnecessary yet gracious attention for being disregarded.

That was it for you, your walls spasming around his cock as you cream onto him, your euphoric orgasms taken by his ravaging mouth. He breaks the kiss to see a trail of spit still linking the two of you.

"Good girl," He praises you as he lets you ride out your high, admiring how pretty you look. However, "Sorry, baby, but I still gotta finish here." He grinds his hips into your messy cunt, the overstimulation nearly choking you in your own spit. "Stay with me for a few minutes, okay, princess?"

[lilozzzyo3569]

König aka Mr. Big & Tall

Summary: Just two people in a Big and Tall store reaching for the same sweatshirt- except you are neither big nor tall....... Warnings: MDNI, female reader is smaller then König (because I am apparently obsessed with large men), I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't meant to be happy), General fluff, Meet Cute, Reader is female and has curves, König is both fascinated and confused by you, König flirting, slightly suggestive/ size kink

You were not exactly tall (not by a long shot) but you loved big clothing, something about being swallowed up by a oversized jacket or sweatshirt made you feel strangely safe. You would sometimes just shop in the men's section to get your hoodies and such but your regular spot had closed early which brought you here to the local Big & Tall clothing store. Never had you ever felt so small, the feeling giving you a slight thrill as you wandered the aisles looking for the perfect new winter sweatshirt. And there is was, a massive dark green insulated sweatshirt AND it was on sale!!!! It must be you lucky day as you reach up to grab it (damn this store and these tall clothing racks) before your form is eclipsed by a disturbingly large man reaching for the same sweatshirt.

"Um excuse me! You're taking my sweatshirt." You say looking up, feeling annoyed at the large man who looks down at you in shock as if he wasn't even aware of your presence. You are both now holding onto the sweatshirt as the giant speaks "Oh! Where did you come from!" You roll your eyes at his shock, "Your hand is on my sweatshirt" you say looking up at him. He looks down to see that while his hand is holding the top of the hanger with the sweatshirt your much smaller hand is holding the sleeve making him smile. "Oh my apologies liebling" he responds before handing you the sweatshirt and reaching above you to grab the same sweatshirt that is folded on top of the rack. You nod and huff a bit at the weight of the sweatshirt. "It's no problem, um thank you" you say before gathering the large sweatshirt and starting to turn to walk away before he asks "Would you like help with that schatz?" he asks with a smug look.

"No no I have it thank you" you're not sure why the large man is staring at you so intently. Before he moves to simply grab the sweatshirt out of your arms, "Please the sweatshirt is much too big for you, why would someone as tiny as you even need a sweatshirt this size?" He asks holding both of your sweatshirts in his strong arms. You sigh "I really don't need your help, I can carry my own sweatshirt. And I just like the sweatshirt, so what?" He nods leaning against the rack still leaned down towards you smiling at your annoyance. "I understand that but you are in a big and tall men's store. I am a big and tall man, and you are a very short and small woman" he moves his free hand that isn't holding both of your sweatshirts to emphasize his point.

You release an annoyed huff scrunching up your face making him wave his hand towards you again "See! You are far too cute and small to have a sweatshirt that fits me" you roll your eyes at his comment and the excitement in his voice, but you can't help but release a slight giggle at his comment. He smiles as your giggle "And you emphasize my point again; cute." You continue to giggle before responding. "And why does it matter to you what size sweatshirt I chose to buy with my own money" you ask crossing your arms and lifting your chin up at him. Making the smile on his lips widen "I just can't help imagining how adorable you would look in this sweatshirt, especially it was mine." Causing you to roll your eyes again "Must you roll those beautiful eyes at me?" he says while staring down at you dreamily.

Feeling confused at his question, you feel heat start to rise to your cheeks as he leans even closer to you. Your stunned into silence as he grins down to you, "What do you think you're doing?" you ask biting your lip as you look up at him, unable to ignore just how handsome he is especially with the confidence he is exuding. "I think I am asking the adorable woman who is clearly in the wrong store out to coffee next door. Where we can negotiate sharing this sweatshirt, what do you say engel?" you giggle as he smiles down at you. "And why should I say yes? Considering I could just buy the sweatshirt myself, then go buy myself coffee and call it a day" you ask playfully as you place your hands on your hips effectively putting your curves on display. You are not oblivious to the way he eyes your body, before coming back to your eyes and standing up to his full height and grinning down at you, noticing how you eye him up, appreciating his large form.

You're now both locked into a heated staring match before you huff and say "Fine, I'll let you buy me coffee but I am buying this sweatshirt." you grab the sweatshirt from his arms and walk to the register with him following close behind you like the cat that ate the canary, watching your ass as you sway to the front of the store.

He hold the door for you walking out of the store and then into the coffee shop. He buys your coffee and pulls the chair out for you to sit down before sitting across from you and smiling at you. "I was only looking for a sweatshirt and here I found a sweatshirt and the most be alluring and adorable tiny woman in the world, now will you please tell me why you of all people were in a store made for me" you giggle at his flirtation. "Listen I just like big sweatshirts, their comfy and cozy, and I may or may not like how they make me feel small and delicate." you respond slightly embarrassed with how deeply he is looking into your eyes. He smirks "Well you could just be my girlfriend and then you could have access to all the large clothes your little heart could ever want" you burst out laughing at that.

One Year Later

You had woken up early and stolen your boyfriend's sweatshirt as he lay still passed out in your shared bed, exhausted from your fun the night prior. You still wondered where yours had disappeared to, strangely enough after the two of you moved in together it just went missing. You move to the couch now in your favorite sweatshirt and nothing else looking for something to watch when your large boyfriend walks in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. "Good morning handsome" you smile as König moves towards you rubbing his eyes before smiling groggily at you and easily picking you up making you giggle. He sits down now holding you in his lap and nuzzling his face into you neck. "Good morning liebling, why did you leave, I woke up missing my sweet hase and you weren't there" he says delivering a playful nibble to you earlobe. "I literally left you alone in bed for less than 5 minutes" you retort as his large hands start to roam you body. You turn so he is now almost holding you bridal style on the couch with your arms wrapped around his neck, allowing his access to your lips.

"Mmmm" he groans against your lips as his hands start to move up your legs and grope your thighs. You gently bite at his bottom lip making growl and pinch your thigh making you yelp. He takes the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue to taste you, distracting you from his hands wandering between your thighs making you moan. He whispers "Mmm no panties, my naughty little engel." You giggle before turns to a whine as his long fingers move to tickle your inner thighs, moving farther upward. König continues to kiss the corner of your lips, along your chin before biting and sucking along the column of your neck, teasing you by moving away from where you needed him most to groping at your hips. "König please" you moan wiggling in his grasp, making him chuckle against your neck. "What's wrong, doesn't mein schatz like when I play with her tiny body like this" you whine as he moves his hands along your soft curves under the large sweatshirt "The only problem, is this massive sweatshirt, although don't get me wrong. You look absolutely delectable in my clothes, you look even better in nothing at all." You whine as he gently sucks at the sensitive spot behind your ear before moving his large palm up your his sweatshirt to gently massage your breast. You tilt your head back and release a desperate gasp of "God I love this sweatshirt," König laughs before leaning his head up to look in your eyes "So do I, especially when it's on the floor." He quickly pulls the sweatshirt off of your body leaving you bare on the couch for his eyes and hands to feast upon, "Much better" he grins, licking his lips at his view of your figure.

Thank you for all the supports, I just had this idea randomly about König. He's just so big and I love the idea of being a confident flirt. Sorry I have been NPC lately but hopefully I can continue to write more in the future. Hope you enjoyed and that things are going your way.

[romanreignseater]

Diced Pineapples

Jey Uso x Black Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, and anal play.

“The lyrics speak for itself, this is exactly how Jey Uso feels about his girl in the summertime 😋.”

A/N: Everyone is in their Jey feels, so I had to hop on the bandwagon 🤭. He’s just so sexy, but anyways hope you guys love the story 💕!! (Masterlist up tomorrow).

GIF: @jeysuso

Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh.

Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best.

I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test.

Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex.

Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check.

Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex.

A hot summer day, chilling in the ATL. My handsome baby to my left and a strawberry daiquiri in my right hand.

Even though my babies, the Usos, lost their tag titles earlier in the year. They’re still the greatest tag team ever.

“I needed this sun baby.” You look over to your man admiring his big hazel doe eyes, his stunning dimples, and cheeky smile. “You deserve this sun handsome.”

Blushing like crazy, Jey covers his face. He was never one to take your compliments, always feeling like you were the perfect one in the relationship. Your perfect brown skin and eyes, your curvy body, and gorgeous face. But, you remind him everyday that he’s the most perfect and beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Enough with the compliments, whatchu drinkin’?!” His eyes slightly close due to the beaming sun. “A little strawberry daiquiri. Something to cool me down.” He smiles and lifts off of his chair to place a quick kiss to your lips. “Tastes like strawberries.” “I know.” You languidly lay your tongue out to reach your straw and sip on your drink. His eyes watching you intensely, the sexual tensions already rising…

You rise out of your lounge chair and sway your hips back and forth, as Mr. Main Event watches your ass bounce during every step. You reached the sliding door and enter your shared lavish house.

“Damn… I gotta have that tonight.” Jey clapped and rubbed his hands together.

Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess.

I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uhh.

Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc.

Crib on the water got LeBron up the block.

Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark.

Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar.

A can of Dole diced pineapples exits the fridge and lands on the white marble kitchen counter. You placed your empty glass in the sink and pull out a can opener.

The lid of the can pops and your red stiletto nails clasp onto the juicy, yellow fruit. You moan as you bite into the decadent fruit. The juices fall in betwixt your voluptuous breasts.

Just as you moved to clean the juice from your tits, a hand grabs your wrist firmly.

“Let me get that for you.” Jey turns you to around, so you face him. He dips his head down and slides his tongue across the expanse of your cleavage slowly.

Your head lolled back as you reveled in the feeling of his rigid tongue. Lost in a sensual trance, you were led out of it as Jey’s voice boomed though you.

“Them pineapples taste just like you baby, real sweet… just how I like it.” His lips practically kissing your ear as he whispered into it.

“So, you want a taste or what big boy?!” Your hand wrapped around his chin, admiring his wet pink lips he just licked.

“You already know I do.”

Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sign her.

Uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team.

Double MG them other niggas fell off, baby girl I just wanna see you well off.

Your thighs spread across the counter and your man’s head lodged in between them. Your cunt made lewd noises, as Jey’s tongue glided across your pussy. The pineapples once in the can, jotted atop your sweet cunt.

“Mmmmm, fuckkkk. Lick that pussy daddy, eat it… it’s all yours.” Your voice hoarse as can be, with the way your man was devouring your pussy. His mouth open wide as he smooched your lips. Sliding his tongue crazily back and forth; swirling and curling it around your sensitive clit.

He places large and wet kisses onto your cunt. Strings of your essence pulling from every drag of his lips. Your pussy beating at every kiss, wanting more, but you knew Jey was an impatient man. Closing your thighs shut to stafe off that euphoric feeling, almost reaching your high.

“Hurry up and take your ass to the couch, you got five seconds.” Jumping off the counter and sprinting to the plush white couch in the living room. Knowing how Jey likes you, you begin to arch your back sensually.

You hear Jey let out a “fuckk”, as he admires your pussy spread wide open. He pulls his shorts off and you feel the couch dip behind you.

Feeling frisky, as Jey placed his hands on your hips, you arch your back deeper wanting to feel every stroke he gave you. “You so fucking nasty, you been waiting for this dick.” You looked back at him, ogling his taut brown member standing up at attention. “You gonna fuck me or n—.” Your body flings forward as Jey rams into you. Your hands quickly fall to the throw pillows and you hold onto them with dear life as Jey begins his brutal strokes.

He pounded into your devilishly, destroying your pussy until it reaches its wits end. Your wig twirled into a makeshift ponytail as he hit those long, deep strokes. “OH MY GO—DDD, don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” His sweet ministrations already a lot, but his thumb soon reaches your blushing asshole.

Your back dares to try and release its arch, when Jey pushes it back down. “You wanted to arch your back like crazy, then you gonna take this dick like crazy.” Jey rubs your hole and enters without warning. His finger abuses your hole and his dick stretches your pussy to new heights.

Jey’s grunts turn into softer moans as your pussy squeezes his dick with might and your hole closes around his long finger. “I’m gonna cum.” “Me too baby, wait for me I’m almost there.” You mouth open wide as he mercilessly pounds into your cunt extra hard, not slowing his pace. His finger exits your hole and rubs your sweet clit.

“Let go baby, let go.” Your pussy squelches as you began to squirt all over his thick thighs and all over the couch. Jey’s hips stutter as he releases into your gaping cunt. You both let out a sigh of relief. Jey then flips you onto your back and scoops up his cum flowing out of you.

His two fingers danced underneath the sunlight as he paraded them toward your open lips. You took his cum into your mouth without hesitation. You swallowed his juice and rolled your tongue out to prove you did it.

Smirking with a fond appreciation, Jey’s head lowers once again as he fingers your pussy, so you can push more of your sweet mixed juices out. He dives into your pussy once more and eats the cum that leaves your cunt.

What a nasty man….

THE END!!

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*Sorry for releasing so late, I hope it’ll leave you busy with sweet dreams 😭❤️!!

[blueicequeen19]

The Cross

Warnings: threats, breaking and entering, Rafe being a douche, unprotected sex, angst, SEASON 3 SPOILERS!!!!

To say Pope was upset about the cross being melted down was an understatement. You guys had never seen him so upset. Then he disappeared. You knew he probably needed his space and time to process and that Cleo was probably with him but revenge was on yours and JJ's mind now. That's why you were at Tannyhill at Rafe's party being the distraction while JJ scoped the place out for the gold from the cross. You and JJ had argued for over an hour on whether you should be bait but after being kidnapped with Rafe Cameron, you felt like maybe you could use that to keep him distracted. He was also no doubt pissed about his boat but this gave him the opportunity to confront you while JJ snooped.

"Are you lost, Pogue?" You stiffen, smelling Rafe's strong cologne before you see him. You turn with your beer to your lips as Rafe comes to a stop in front of you.

"Rafe! Nice party." You nod, trying to push away the nerves you felt in your stomach. This could go very wrong.

"Cut the shit. Why are you here?" Rafe demands, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. He was beyond pissed as he snatches your drink away.

"I wanted to apologize about your boat." You sigh, doing your best to fake sympathy and softening your eyes.

"Really? Are you going to pay for the damage? It's covered in bullet holes." Rafe growls, stepping into your space. It was unlike Rafe to suddenly care about something replaceable but this was the first time he had his own money.

"That was Sighns men. That's not my fault." You bit out.

"You know, I thought we were finally at an understanding. I thought we trusted each other then you stabbed me in the back."

"I couldn't leave my friends."

"I got you to safety. That says a lot about your friends."

"Shut up, Rafe. You're just mad you got your ass handed to you." Rafe steps closer, his chest brushing yours as he cages you in. You panic for a moment, looking around to hopefully see JJ approaching but that would make things ten times worse. Especially when Rafe grabs your chin, making you crane your neck as you're forced to look up at him.

"Anything could've happened in that room you know." Rafe murmurs, licking his lips as he gazes down at you with hooded eyes. You try to jerk away from his hold but his fingers tighten, pinching your chin. "You're so pretty when you sleep." You stiffen, like you've been doused in cold water as all the possibilities and what ifs plague your mind. You shove at his chest with a snarl and he grins, finally releasing you.

"You're a prick." You bite out, taking a step back as his uneasy grin spreads.

"And you're done. Get out. I'm gonna go find your friend." Your eyes widen just as someone grabs your arm, pulling you towards the gate. Rafe knew. He knew this whole time and JJ was in the house.

Who knew Rafe Cameron was so predictable? Well, actually, I did. The first place I looked - under his bed - and I found the black box that no doubt held the gold. It was locked but I had the box. It was heavy so there had to be multiple. The cross had weighed several hundred pounds so he had to have hundreds of gold blocks stored somewhere. This was just what he had on him.

"Did Y/N tell you what happened between us?" I freeze at the sound of Rafe's voice, the gold forgotten about as I slowly turn and face him, my blood boiling. Nothing happened between them so he was only trying to piss me off.

"She's beautiful. Too beautiful for you. It's a shame you didn't see the tight little red dress they had her wear. The slit was so high on her leg, I bet she wasn't even wearing panties. Actually, I know she wasn't because I found her panties folded up with her clothes." Rafe smiles at my bristling body, my fists clenched as I resist the urge to bash his head in.

"This isn't over. That cross wasn't yours to destroy." I bite out, trying to calm my racing heart. I was so pissed off I could barely think straight. Rafe shrugs, his hands in his pockets as he walks over by the bed and tucks the black case away like he didn't just catch me trying to steal it.

"She's a deep sleeper." Rafe meets my eyes, a sinister smirk on his lips. I flinch, my anger starting to get the best of me.

"I offered to let her sleep in my shirt but she declined. I could still see her hard little nipples though. They probably feel really good between your teeth." I snarl, my back to the door as I debate making a break for it and killing him.

"It's not cheating for her to want me. Y'all aren't exclusive right? So you can't be mad at her for what happened while we were trapped together. I mean, we thought we were going to die so why not fuck one last time?" I lunge right into his trap and he pulls a gun from behind him, keeping it aimed at my head as I bristle. At this point, I'd rather have a bullet than let him continue to talk about her.

"Nothing happened. She told me." I growl, my hands up as he approaches me. The barrel of the gun gets wedged under my chin when he stops in front of me.

"You don't know. You weren't there. Maybe Sighn made us fuck. Maybe it was survival. Maybe it was just the carnal urge to fuck." Rafe clicks his tongue, smiling like he's replaying a memory in his head then his smile drops and the gun digs harder into my flesh.

"Show up here again and I will fuck her. And I'll make sure she likes it." I step back as I see red, fighting the urge to attack as I throw the door open and back out.

You wait for JJ in your Jeep when he suddenly appears, pushing you from the driver seat and taking over behind the wheel. He's so angry that it radiates off him. He appears unharmed but you can tell Rafe got to him as he squeals tires before driving off. He won't talk but every muscle you can see is bulging as he appears to grow angrier and angrier. It's dark when he finally pulls over at an empty beach and jumps out. You frantically follow after him, trying to get him to answer but he continues to ignore you as he picks up a log and wacks it off a fallen tree. The log splits so he picks up another one that's even bigger and uses it until it breaks too.

"Stop! Talk to me! What did he do?" You cry, running up behind him and wrapping you arms around his trembling body. JJ lets out an uneven breath, the wood falling to the ground as he pulls your arms off and turns. His eyes are hooded, pupils blown as he roughly grabs your face and gives you no warning before kissing you. You fist his shirt, kissing him back just as hard and hungrily. He backs you up until your back hits the Jeep, his body molded against yours as he steals your ability to breathe.

"JJ." He ignores you, grabbing the backs of your thighs and hauling you up his body. Your arms circle his neck as you kiss him harder, his hands digging into your ass. You'd made out before, even messed around during a few dry spells but nothing like this. Nothing this consuming and feverish.

"He got in my head." JJ finally says, one hand fisting your hair as his kisses grow angrier, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth.

"Get him out." You pant, tightening your hold around his waist and grinding against him. Your body was like a live wire, buzzing with need and pent up aggression. You felt ready to explode and your clit was throbbing painfully. JJ tears his lips from yours as he yanks your passenger door open, his hands digging into your flesh.

"I swear to god, I'll fuck you right here on the side of the road. Don't push me." JJ snarls, lowering you to your feet as he yanks his cut-off over his head. You swallow, taking in his taunt muscles and delicious abs. Sweat dripped from his brow and down his chest, giving you the urge to lick it. So you did. You ran your tongue up his sternum and over one of his nipples, feeling him tense under your touch. You hear him suck in a breath through his teeth then he's fisting your hair, making you kiss him again.

"Nothing happened between me and Rafe." You whisper, tugging his belt loose and unzipping his shorts. His erection was straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. There was already a small wet spot on his boxers.

"Don't say his name." JJ snarls, cupping your breast roughly between kisses. He pinches your nipple through your shirt and bra, making you moan into his mouth as your hand slips inside his shorts, stroking him the best you can.

"I only want to say yours. Only you, J. Only you." You feel the moment he snaps as you free him from the confines of his shorts. He spins you around, forcing you to bend over the seat after yanking your shorts and panties down to your knees. Your legs were trapped closed as his fingers toyed with you from behind. Anyone could drive by and see but you didn't care. You didn't want soft and gentle. JJ was rough around the edges and passionate about the things he cared about. That's what you wanted.

"You're dripping down your thighs." JJ pants, his fingers entering you and making you moan loudly. He pumps his fingers twice before he pulls away, spreading your cheeks and burying his face in your pussy from behind. His mouth devours you and all you can do is take it, crying out into the back seat as his tongue works you into a frenzy on the side of the road. You're on the brink of cumming as he fucks you with his tongue before he's suddenly pulling back and replacing it with something much thicker. You'd had him in your mouth before but you'd never sex. His size was intimidating and for a moment you were afraid of the pain to come by being stretched open by him but it was otherworldly as he filled you in one swift thrust, the two of you groaning into the night. It burned but in the best way. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." JJ grits out, withdrawing half way and slamming in hard. You lift up on your toes, pushing your ass out as he does it again and again, the vehicle rocking with his rough movements. Your eyes fall closed, not caring if a car did drive by at this point.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." JJ growls, his fingers tight on your hips as he starts to fuck you. You couldn't speak, your mind and body were too far gone.

"He got in my fucking head. The shit he said. God, I'll kill him if he so much as looks at you again." You didn't think he could fuck you any harder but he did. His body slammed into yours over and over again to the point you knew you'd be sore for days after this. You knew what this was. He was claiming you and he was making sure you knew it. He pulls back, angling his hips up and hitting something that has your eyes crossing and dropping down on the seat.

"JJ!" You scream his name as you come, your body trembling uncontrollably as your high washes over you. His cock seems to thicken inside you as you clench around him like a vice, making you see stars until you sag on the seat.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Gonna squeeze my fucking dick off." JJ growls, his hands on your hips the only thing keeping you on your feet. His heavy breathing and grunts are music to your ears as you push back against him, eager to make him cum. You look back, seeing his lips parted and hair hanging in his eyes as he watches himself disappear inside you. His eyes lock on yours and you feel yourself clench again, biting back a moan as his jaw tightens.

"Where do you want me to cum, baby?" He rasps, giving short hard thrusts that have your knees buckling.

"Inside me. Cum inside me, J." You cry, another orgasm triggered while he slams inside you harder and harder. JJ moans loudly, his movements growing sloppy until he finally stills, his cock pulsing deep inside you. You tremble with aftershocks as he finally slips out, a vulgar wet sound echoing between you as his warmth starts to run down your thighs.

"Such a beautfiul fucking sight." JJ's fingers collect your mixed arousal and gently shoves it back inside you, making you wince and moan. You feel him pull away then he's tugging your shorts and panties back up before carefully turning you to face him. His face is red from exertion and his cheeks flushed as he searches your face for any sign of distress. You could tell he was starting to panic.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I can't believe we just did that." The words fly out of his mouth as he fights to catch his breath.

"Shh, it's okay. Deep breaths." You reach up on your toes and kiss him, an ache deep inside you from where he just was. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you against him as he kisses you gentler than before. You could feel his heart racing from your chests being pressed together so you placed your palm over it, stroking the back of his hair.

"It's okay. I wanted it too, JJ." You pull away, letting your foreheads rest together as you feel him exhale and his heartbeat starts to even out.

"I'm sorry. Rafe just got in my fucking head. He said things and I just--."

"Stop. I'm not mad. I'm not hurt. I'm here for you, JJ. No matter what. Rafe is just a dick and he wanted to bait you." JJ sighs, his arms tightening around you as he holds you close.

"You're sure you're okay?" JJ whispers, his hands gently rubbing your back. You were sore as hell and your panties were soaked with his cum but it was worth it. The whole thing had been worth it. You didn't think you'd ever seen him so angry and wild but the sex was well worth it.

"Yes. Feel free to do that again anytime." You smirk, feeling relieved when he gives you a devilish smile. JJ kisses you, his dick already hard against and digging into your stomach.

"I plan on it."

[mxzenpai]

Idia Shroud x Reader

His and Theirs

Idia knows that Ramshackle doesn’t have the ability for you to have a computer…you wouldn’t mind the set up being in his room…right?

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Idia bites his lip as he stares at the set up in front of him. Did he choose the wrong color for the theme? He could have sworn this was your favorite aesthetic when it comes to this sort of thing. Then again, he really only had how you decorate in your co-ops to go off of. Maybe the games didn’t have the aesthetics you actually like? He looks around his room, seeing the mess that was all over the place shoved into a corner to make room for your desk.

Would you even like this? I mean, you like to play with him, but you never expressed wanting a computer. Hades it feels like he built his stats wrong and he’s about to get one-shot by the final boss. Idia’s hair flicks as he continues to stare at the set up. No no, that monitor needs to be a little higher. He moves to adjust the swing arm of the right monitor to raise it a bit more. Once done he looks at the other two monitors. Three monitors is enough for you right? You don’t need a lot since you aren’t going to be programing or anything… maybe he should have gotten another? Or he can quickly set up a hologram to go abo-

“You’re doing it again.” Idia whirls around to spot Ortho place the cat paw pillow Idia got you onto the chair of your set up. “I’m sure they’ll love it, they love anything you do.” Ortho smiles up at Idia.

“This is like- final boss territory Ortho, I gotta make sure everything is right. It’s like doing a blind playthrough without looking at a strategy guide!” Ortho giggles at Idia’s ramble before quickly leaving the room. Idia turns back to the set up. Should he have gotten some figures? You don’t know a lot of shows though…No! This was dumb! He’s just going to get rid of all of it and you’ll never know!

“Oh wow that’s so cool!” Idia lets out a screech as he whips around to see you standing there. A surprise encounter and he has NOTHING to help him with this! Idia silently watches as you look at the set up, eyes widening upon looking at the rig inside the case. “If this is the here equivalent to the RTX 3090 color me impressed.” Idia pauses.

“You…know computers?” You turn, nodding to Idia enthusiastically.

“Yeah! I played games all the time back in my world, even built my own rig. Things are different here though so I haven’t tried it. Not like I had the money to anyways, but still. Who’s this for? Ortho?” He watches as you take a look at the pc through the glass again before shifting his eyes away.

“For you.” You’re quick to turn, eyes widening in delight.

“For me? Oh hell yeah!” You turn on the pc in quick succession before turning on the monitor. You turn back to Idia. “You gonna sit?” Idia blinks, hair burning a tad brighter before he goes to grab his chair. You roll your eyes, yanking him down into your chair before plopping yourself onto his lap. Idia’s hair turns a bright pink.

“I- wha- but I don’t- you- chair- two of-“ You cover his mouth with your hand.

“Shhhhhhhh…I have a new toy and I must play with it. As the builder of said toy you must watch…aka help me with this part in this game that I’m stuck on.” Idia wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Which game?” Idia watches as you change the wallpaper to one of your favorite characters.

“The one that you let me make a save file for a few days ago. I’m gonna have to use your account to finish the game, might start a new save on my account after I finish though.” Idia nods, his hair going back to blue except for the tips.

You give Idia a kiss on the cheek and his hair lights up again. “Nah but seriously, I appreciate the gesture. I was really missing being able to sit at a pc and play games. Playing with you using your handhelds is fine and all, but I miss the keyboard.” Idia tightens his hold around your waste.

“Almost thought I got the wrong items for the fight.” You let out a laugh.

“Oh come on, you and I both know I’m not a boss. I’m the love interest.” You give a wink before turning back to the pc to boot up the game.

Yeah…you are the love interest, and Idia wouldn’t have it any other way.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 25

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

You bring Lloyd a second cup of coffee with his breakfast. A plate of crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast. As you step back, he sucks his teeth and lifts the mug with a subtle shake of his head.

"I like my eggs sunny side up," he sneers.

"You didn't say," you reply flatly.

"You didn't ask!" He grabs the plate and flings it so it flies like a frisbee, the food falling all around. It smashes against the wall and you hold back a sigh. "Do it right."

You swallow and withhold a retort. Something that might make you sound like a mother scolding her child; there are starving children in the world. You push your tongue against your palette as you calm yourself.

"Yes, daddy," you go and gather up the larger pieces of glass before retreating to the kitchen. You return with a broom and sweep up the food into the dust pan. He doesn't say a word but you feel him watching you.

You start again. Several more strips of bacon sizzling as you time dropping the eggs in the pan just right. More toast, buttered and cut down the middle. You set it out on a new plate and take it out to him.

"Salt and pepper?" You offer, barely keeping a trite lilt out of your tone.

He waves you away with his hand. You step back as he plucks up a piece of bacon with his fingers and bites into it. Again, you're startled by his naked lip, he looks like an entirely different person even if he is back to the same old attitude.

You turn on your heel and stride to the door. He clears his throat and gulps loudly from his mug.

"Wait a minute, kitty cat," he calls you back, "need more coffee."

He plunks the cup down and you push your shoulders back rigidly. You spin, walking tersely across the room, the tall heels hammering against the floorboards. You take his cup as his eyes twinkle at you and he stabs the yolk with his fork.

You make yourself stay calm. It's difficult. He knows what he's doing. So do you. Needling at you. Punishing you.

You go back into the kitchen and pour another cup. It takes every ounce of your strength not to spit in it. You bring it to him with the same sickly smile. As you set it down, he smacks his lips and sits back.

"You ever heard of beer goggles?" He asks as you lean back on your heel, pausing before you can flee for the excuse of tidying up.

"Sure."

"Yeah, trust me, you're about fifty percent hotter when I'm drunk," he snickers.

"Thank you," you say dryly, "is that it? Can I get you anything else? A bib? Or maybe a sippy cup? Keep you from spilling–"

"Watch your mouth," he warns as he points the butter knife at you.

You close your mouth and nod. You stare at him and he sighs. He looks at his plate and plays with his food, dragging the tines over the cooked whites.

"Actually, I could use one more thing. Best thing, it will keep your mouth busy."

You narrow your eyes and raise your shoulders. What?

He looks down his body as he sits back and smiles at his crotch. He wiggles his hips and purrs, lifting his chin as he turns his smirk back on you.

"You know how I like it, babe," he taunts and your nostrils flare. Babe. You hate that word. It reminds you of…before. "It's the one thing you do right. Hmm? Your coffee? Too strong. Your eggs? Too runny. But that mouth, just right." He snorts as his dumb joke, "so let's play, Goldicocks."

You can barely keep from smacking him. You curl your fingers then stretch them back out. He notices, grinning larger as his eyes fall to your hand.

"I fucking dare you," he snarls.

You inhale and shake your fingers out. You won't let him get to you. You move closer and touch the edge of the table, about to get to your knees and get it over with.

"Maybe if the old husband had a couple every night, he wouldn't be hanging around late at the office. Or maybe, that's how it happened? A couple too many–"

You swing your arm back and slap him full force, the noise echoing in the air. Your palm stings as you gasp and pull your hand away. What did you just do?

His fork clinks on the plate as he leans back, raising his fingertips to his rosy cheek. His lip twitches as his blue eyes follow you, crisp and cold. He lowers his hands and pushes himself up with the wooden armrests, the chair scraping loudly.

"You're a stupid fucking bimbo, you know that?" He says as he comes closer. You take a step back but he catches you by the throat, "you fucking are. You still care about that deadbeat and we both know he never gave a fuck about you."

"You don't either," you hiss.

He squeezes and glares at you, his throat tightening visibly, "I fucking don't but I never pretended I did, did I?"

"No," you choke out.

"Correct," he says sharply, "so take your feelings out of this," he leans in so his jose brushes yours, "and suck me off."

He lets you go, his hands falling to the front of the pink robe he still wears. You blow out between your lips and grab the belt, you rip it open roughly.

"And you're assuming I give a fuck about you," you spit defiantly.

His tongue peeks out of his mouth as you blindly feel along his stomach, your gaze stuck to his. His muscles clench as you tickle down his pelvis and take his bobbing dick in your hand, swiping around his tip so he twitches. A low growl rolls from his throat.

You stroke him and take a step back. You don't look away as you get to your knees. You work him, long and slow pumps as you hover your lips before his swollen head. You will not let him win.

You open your mouth around him and take his tip firmly between your lips. He watches you, chest rising and falling, unable to tear his eyes from you. You flick your tongue around and he grunts, grabbing your shoulder gruffly.

You slide down his length, pushing your tongue against him until you reach the back of your throat. You bring your hands up to grip his hips and force him past your reflex. The tendons in his neck throb and he lets out a groan.

You brush your hand down the line of his pelvis and cup his balls, squeezing them as you take him completely. You hum and pull back, letting him out as only his tip rests against your lower lip. You swirl your tongue around him once more, still holding him rapt with your burning gaze.

"Oh, daddy," you part and let his dick stand on its own, "I'll be what you want. A set of holes." You pout stupidly, raising your voice an octave. You kiss his tip and sigh mockingly, "I'm your omindless little slut."

His lip curls as a battle rages in his bold irises. He growls and catches the back of your head, forcing you to take him again. You open and swallow him down smoothly.

That's all you need to do is stop thinking. Stop feeling. He'll get bored soon.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

[maeleelee]

Ask next time, yeah?

I wrote this for the wifey Kayla. She’s become obsessed with Yunho (which I’ve been telling her how perfect the man is since day one), so I wrote her a small little smut Drabble with the man himself. Have fun reading! ❤️

⚠️minors DO NOT interact ⚠️

Warnings: hand kink, size kink, yunho a little upset, pet names(kitten and pretty), fingering, p in v, breeding kink, markings, biting, counter sex, wall sex, yunho in his sugar daddy era 😂, if I missed any please let me know!

He could care less if you spent his money, damn half the time he wanted you to use his card but something told you as you walked in the door that he wasn’t having the best day

Y/n could see the look in his eye when they landed on her. “Have fun kitten?” He said, hissing a tiny bit.

“Yeah.. I umm, I had fun YuYu. You okay?” Y/n asked, testing the waters.

“What did you get, huh?” He looked at the bag she was holding.

“I umm. I got a sundress for the trip this weekend.” She bit her lip.

He took a step towards her. “Oh a sundress? My kitten wants to look pretty this weekend. Is that what it is?”

“Yunho. What’s wrong?” Y/n pouted.

“You didn’t ask this time. You didn’t even say hello when you went to take the card.” He moved closer to you.

“I didn’t think you’d care. You normally make me take it.” She sighed as she looked up at him. He towered her.

He raised his hand up and grabbed her chin. “Kitten. You go through me every single time. Do I make myself clear?”

She nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Awh my kitten can listen. Cute.” He nods to the counter. “Go sit on the counter for me.”

She does as told and tries her hardest to jump onto the counter. He knows she can’t get up there without help. He loves it.

“Need help kitten?” He smirked at her, chuckling when she nodded.

“ Please sir.” She pouted.

He walked over to her and wrapped his fingers around her waist, smirking when she whimpered lightly.

“What’s wrong kitten?” He asked her, faking a pout.

“Nothing. Sorry sir.” She slid back a tiny bit and looked at him.

“Why’d you want me on the counter?” She pouted at him.

“So I can have my way with you.” He smirked evilly. She slid back but his hands wrapped around her thighs. “No ma’am. Don��t make this harder on yourself, pretty.”

His grip was tight, making her whimper. He pulled her legs apart and smirked. “Wore a dress out today. It’s a pretty one for sure.”

“Thank you.” She whispered to him. “I wore it for you.”

“Oh you did? Well, I’m still not letting you get away with taking my card without asking me.” He growled into y/n’s neck.

He started kissing her neck, nibbling here and there. He slides his hand up her thigh and smiles as he feels her shaking a little. “What’s wrong kitten?”

“Nothing Yun. I just love your touch.” She whimpered as his hand continued moving up towards her cunt. “Please, please sir. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asked against her neck. She nodded her head fast. “Words kitten, or I’ll stop.”

“Anything sir. I swear.” He smirked against her neck and slid her closer to the edge of the counter. He flipped her before she could realize what was happening.

Her feet were barely touching the floor. She was on her tiptoes and he loved it. He loved how much smaller she was than himself. He placed his hand on her ass to “move” the dress up.

He landed a smack onto her ass and smirked at the yelp she let out. “Awh poor kitten.” He fake pouted. He pulled down her underwear and slid it into his back pocket. “Gonna make you feel so good, kitten. But remember, I own you. You are mine, do you understand?”

She whimpered out a small “I am yours” before he shoved his fingers into her cunt. She moaned loudly, trying to find her grip on the counter. He thrusted his fingers in and out, speeding up when she’d let out another whimper.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He groaned, moving his fingers and curling them inside her. He removed his fingers, making her whimper. He gripped her hair and pulled her upright and smirked at her, the glare in his eyes, saying ‘don’t disobey me’.

“Open kitten.” He told her. She did as told and opened up, he wiped his fingers on her tongue. He pushed her back onto the counter and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

“You look cute, bend over, feet barely touching the floor.” He groaned and pushed himself into her cunt. “Fuck kitten.” He groaned out. “So fucking tight against me. You feel so fucking good. Such a good girl for me too, taking me all, letting me ruin you over the counter.” He thrusted in and out, not stopping as he talked to her.

“I wanna ruin you. Teach you a lesson but I know you won’t learn from it. My whore likes the punishments I give her, doesn’t she?” Y/n couldn’t think straight, her hips hurt from the counter but fuck did everything feel so good.

“Kitten. Answer me or I’ll stop.” He growled.

“Yes sir. I love the punishments.” She whimpered. He sped up.

“Good to know.” He growled. “I’m gonna breed you like the slut you are. Gonna let everyone know you belong to me. Fuck kitten, you keep clenching. You like that idea? Me breeding you. Making you have my little ones. Fuck.” He came quickly after and smirked. He rode out his own orgasm and pulled out, making y/n cry out.

“Please no yunho. I’m so sorry sir. I’ll be a good girl please.” She was pleading and he loved when she did. He tilted his head. “Please sir.” She panted.

He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He got down the hallway and pushed her against the wall. “I love how much for a whore you are for me. My little slut. Taking me like she was made for me.” He pushed back into her and smirked as her head rolled backwards. “Imma fuck my cum into you and then cum in you again. Gonna make sure to breed you all nice and well.” He held her against the wall, repeatedly thrusting in and out, making her hit the hall each time. He bit down on her neck, making a teeth mark and then continued sucking and nibbling everywhere he could.

She started clenching around him and he groaned. “Cum kitten. Cum or you're not cumming the rest of the night.” She held onto his shoulders, nails digging deep, making him hiss. A few more thrusts and she was coming hard.

“Fuck you look so pretty coming around my cock.” He groaned, cumming again. “Gonna fuck a baby into you.” He mumbled against her neck. “Gonna have my babies.”

He stood there for a second, both breathing hard. “Are you okay?” He asked her. She smiled as she placed her hand on his cheek.

“I’m great, handsome.” She answered back. “However, I would like a bath.”

He smiled and kissed her lightly. He walked them to the bathroom, putting her on the counter and turned on the bathtub. “Think we have time for one more around?” He smirked at her as he watched the bathtub fill up with water.

“Baby. Fuck me again later. I just wanna soak.” She giggled, making him smile.

“Deal kitten.”

@cadenonlinelive @acrylishly @bunnyiix @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this @babyboyquokka @littleleatabixx

(I know I’ve missed some people who like to be tagged but please forgive me. I’m posting this right before work and I’m running late now lol)

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks suggestive fluff and bird instincts!🐤♥️

It’s not easy for any big pro to date, this is just a known fact.

Between weeding out the people who’s just in it for the status or money, the actual crazy stalkers, and the people willing to sell you as a story to the press?

Yeah, it’d be like having a second job, which he is way too busy for.

That’s the excuse Keigo usually go with, and so far, it have worked swell.

Well, up until this moment, it had. Now it was all falling apart, and it was falling fast.

Now, there were big, warm hands running trough his sensitive wings, mismatched lips that had been a leading role in Keigo’s dreams for a long time were kissing and biting his neck and shoulder, and electric blue eyes are looking at him like he’s something to be loved and desired.

All of it would have been perfect if it weren’t for the other part of the dating question Keigo was so often confronted with.

The answer he didn’t give out to anyone, ever.

Because besides the whole hero thing, there was the whole bird thing.

To be fair, how could anyone sit down the person they have any sort of feelings for and explain that, because of your quirk, the whole dating and mating process is more complicated than anyone would expect?

That it takes a long time for romantic interest to start, because most big birds, unlike humans, mate for life.

Keigo’s brain telling him that for any romantic and sexual to occur, he needs to know all he can about this potential mate.

He needs to be sure.

Which is ironic, considering the person his instincts finally decided to let in is the one of the most dangerous villains in the country.

At least, that’s what said villain wants everyone to think.

Keigo knows it’s more complicated than that.

But right now, Keigo has other things on his mind.

Like those hands moving from his wings to his ass, and those mismatched lips presses against Keigo’s own, their tounges dancing eagerly against each other, making the winged man whine into the arsonists’ mouth.

«Dabs, wait-» Keigo gasps as they pull apart, and Dabi hums curiously as he moves to press kisses to Keigo’s jaw.

«I- I need to, ah fuck, right there…»

Dabi contuine to nibble and suck a hickey right under Keigo’s ear, before he stops and pulls back.

«You need to what, pretty Bird?» he asks, hands slowly running up and down Keigo’s bare sides.

Keigo blinket, trying to clear his head.

«I, uhm, just, I need to know if this is just, heh, yanno, if…»

He trailed off and felt his face heat up.

Fuck, why was this so hard?! Talking was usually one of his strong suits.

But Dabi just hums deeply, and as he leans forward to press a quick kiss to Keigo’s lips, before he leans his forhead against Keigo’s.

«If this is just about the fucking for me?» he finishes off Keigo’s awkward rambling, and to his horror Keigo hears himself let out an embarrased chirp as he nods quickly and draws back a little.

«There’s nothin’ wrong with that of course, I just, my whole chemestry is a bit different, and it’s not something I can change, and I’m not sure how I’d deal if this wasn’t meaning the same to you?» he finally admits, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding Dabi’s eyes.

Dabi doesn’t reply right away, instead he gently but firmly grabs Keigo’s chin and make him look at him again, and Keigo’s heart flutters embarrasingly when he sees that the healthy parts of Dabi’s face is tinted pink, and how heavy his eyes are.

«Do you think I make a habit of sleeping with heroes?» he asks with a smirk.

Keigo rolls his eyes a little, but feels a smil tug at his lips.

«I don’t know what you’re up to in your spare time,» he quips back, and Dabi laughs in that lovely deep way he does.

«Well, I don’t,» he says before he leans in and kisses the hero deeply, moving his hands back towards his waist.

«So no, this is not just a random fuck to me, either,» he says when they break apart again.

Keigo just nods frantically, desperate to have those hands back all over him.

«Okay, yeah, good,» he gasps as Dabi’s hands moves to help guide Keigo’s hips against his own.

«Good,» Dabi repeats with a smirk and heavy eyes.

«Now, let’s get to the main act, shall we?»

[wandafiction]

The Row - Just Us Chapter 52

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2888

Series List | Chapter 51 | Chapter 53

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I pull Wanda into the shop, her body moving closer to mine as we enter so I unlink our arms and move mine around her shoulders keeping her close to my left side. Her right hand moves up across her chest, to grab my hand that is relaxed near her left collar bone. She grabs onto it, linking our fingers together as she leans more of her body into me. 

"Do you remember where you saw the suit?" 

"I think it was called The Row." 

"Very good taste." I look down to Wanda, who is looking at the list of all the designers here. Let me tell you it's a lot. "Are you doing okay?" 

"Yeah, I feel a little out of place in my mom jeans and your shirt but I'm doing okay." 

"Well let's head to the section with The Row and we will be in and out of here as quick as you need."

"Thank you baby." 

"Of course princess."

I pull Wanda around SAKS leading us where we need to be, but also taking my time so she can have a look around and decide if she wants to look at something else. It seems like she is only here to look at the suit though, as she looks around but shows no interest letting me walk us where we need to be. When Wanda sees the sign for The Row her eyes light up and she bounces on her toes in excitement, practically pulling me into the section. I can see her eyes searching for what I can only assume to be the suit, a look of disappointment spreads across her face when she doesn't see it.

"Hi, how can I help you two lovely ladies today?" The sales assistant, a young short blonde puts on her best customer service smile as she walks over to us.

"Uh, hi. So I saw something online that I liked and hoped you would have it here but can't seem to see it." Wanda's eyes keep darting around looking at the range of clothes they have.

"That's no problem. I have some catalogues here with everything in it. Just tell me what you saw and I can sort something out for you." We follow the woman to the counter as she brings out a few small laminated clothing catalogues, one labelled dresses, on labelled suits, one labelled day wear and the final one is shoes and accessories.

"It was this red velvet suit sort of thing." 

"The jacket and pants right?" The lady flicks through the catalogue pulling up the page with the suit on, my eyes go wide already anticipating how fucking hot she is going to be wearing it.

"That's the one there yeah." 

"So we don't stock it in our shop, but if I get your measurements we can have it ready for you by Friday, as I can put a priority on this thing if you need me to." 

Wanda looks up at me then back down to the picture of the suit. I can tell she is having an internal battle with herself, I know she wants it but I also know she doesn't like the idea of me spending money on her. I lift her chin with my finger, as she bites her lip nervously but I simply use my thumb to pull it out.

"We can get it if you want it?" 

"I really want it but…"

"Then let me get it for you." From the corner of my eye, the lady silently 'ohs' in understanding leaving to tend to another shopper while me and Wanda have this conversation. "Okay I know we made a deal but what about this. You choose three outfits today of your choice, I will get them for you today and you can get measured for it all. So when I say outfit it means shoes and accessories too. Then that will be it. You will have three outfits from The Row and I never have to buy you expensive clothes again."

"I like that idea better, because it won't always be in the back of my mind that you will be spending ridiculous amounts of money one me." 

"Money comes easy to me Wanda, but we can learn and work together. You at getting better at accepting that I want to spend my money on you and I will hold back on the spending too much until you are comfortable. And if you aren't ever comfortable then that is fine too, I just want you to be comfortable with the fact that in my life right now it comes easily to me." 

"I will try."

"That's all I ask." She stands on her tiptoes to give my lips a peck. "So what do you want to do?"

"Can we do the three outfits thing?" 

"Of course we can." Wanda stands in front of me, pushing her arms under my coat as she wraps them around my body, locking her hands together at the bottom of my back. Her chin resting on my chest as she puckers her lips up at me, I bend down giving her a few gentle pecks. We break apart with a smile when the lady makes her way back to the counter, now finished with the other customer. Wanda let's go of me turning around to face the lady, her back pressed to my front and I gently rest my hands on her waist as I rest my chin on the top of her head.

"So have you ladies decided on what to go for?" Once again a winning customer service smile on her face.

"So I would like to go for the suit, then maybe look at some different things you have." 

"That's perfect, are we getting you measured today?" 

"Yes please. Am I able to browse the catalogues as you do so?" 

"Of course. Your girlfriend can join us in the back if that makes it easier for you two." She looks between me and Wanda, I'm starting to think that the smile isn't that fake.

"Yes please. Baby?" 

"Of course I will grab the catalogues while you and the lady get settled. Sorry what's your name so I don't have to keep calling you lady?" She huffs out a laugh holding her hand out which I shake.

"The names Paula. You two are."

"I'm Y/n and this my Wanda."

"Very nice to meet you both. Wanda if you would like to follow me though to the back, Y/n join us when you're ready. Also would either of you like a drink at all? Tea? Coffee?"

"I will take a tea please." Wanda says following the lady as I grab the catalogues.

"Water is fine for me thanks "

"Perfect. Why don't you two surf the catalogues while I make them for you." She disappears into another side room while me and Wanda take a seat opening up the dress catalogue first.

Wanda flicks through the pages, asking for my input on certain things as she hums a random tune out. She suddenly stops flicking her hand resting on the page, as her finger brushes over the picture of the dress she has seen. I know it's the one the moment she sets her eyes on it, a soft smile makes its way onto her lips as her eyes scan the dress up and down. Her finger traces the outline of the dress, before resting her hand flat against it.

"This one is perfect." Wanda turns to look at me, tilting the catalogue so I can see what she is one about and I bite my lip when I see the dress.

"What shoes and accessories are you going for?" 

"Just some heels and maybe earrings. Nothing too in your face." 

"Any more dresses you're looking at."

"No, I think I want to get another suit though, and er, maybe a coat?" She mumbles the last bit, but I catch it.

"So another suit, and a coat. And then just shoes and accessories to go with each." I state, so she knows I'm okay with it.

"Yeah so it would be one dress, 2 suits and a coat. Are you sure it's okay baby?" 

"I am perfectly sure princess. I want to spoil you rotten." She quickly pecks my lips and starts scanning the other catalogue as Paula returns. 

"Okay so here is the tea and the water. Wanda if you could come and stand up here. Y/n you can stand next to her, to help her browse but you might have to do some shuffling around while I measure."

"Okay. Ready princess?" 

"Ready." 

I stand up from my chair, placing the catalogues on my seat and hold out my hand palm up for Wanda to take. She gently places her palm in mine, my fingers wrap around her hand as I hoist her up from the chair. I bend down to grab the catalogues in my other hand, wrapping my arm around Wanda's shoulder while her arm remains in front of her, our hands still holding one another. We walk up to the small stand, that's about half a foot of the ground; and surrounded by 3 or 4 mirrors. I let go of Wanda's hand holding mine out palm up again. She rests her hand in mine as she steps up on the stand getting herself situated.

"Such a gentlewoman. Sometimes I wish I was gay." Me and Wanda share a confused look at Paula as we both laugh. "I just mean the most my boyfriend does is buy me flowers on my birthday." 

"Oh yeah, men are imbeciles. Been there, done that, never again though." Wanda remarks, laughing as the lady gives an impressed smile and nod. 

"So is it as good as they say? You know being with a woman compared to a man?" I try to ignore the conversation as I start looking through the suit catalogue for ideas. 

"Mhmm, one thousand percent better." I quirk a brow. "You my dear are missing out on a good time. Dump that lazy ass boyfriend of yours and get yourself a lady." 

"Maybe I will. So how long have you two been together." The lady starts up a conversation as she starts to measure Wanda's legs with a small hand held tape measure. 

"What's the date today baby?" I open my phone to double check.

"It's the 5th lyubov." 

"Okay so that puts us at 3 weeks 4 days. Okay wow, I didn't realise it hadn't been not that long. I swear it feels like we have been together for months." I quickly do the maths in my head and my jaw drops.

"Oh wow, yeah you're right." I just shrug. "We are just being your stereotypical useless lesbians."

"Wait so we said I love you to each other exactly 3 weeks into knowing each other." 

"Wait, wait, wait. You guys have already said 'I love you' to each other?" The lady stops what she is doing to look between the both of us wide eyed.

"Yeah, but I honestly thought we had been together longer. I swear it was longer." I scratch my head slightly confused at how quickly we have actually moved through this relationship.

"Nope." Wanda pops her the P. "We met on the tenth of last month."

"Well fuck me, that's kinda crazy lyubov." Wanda shrugs as she looks at me through the mirror.

"Like you said we are just some good ole useless lesbians." 

"Okay, anyway. So we have the dress, the suit you just need to choose the other suit and coat you want. Any ideas?" 

"Are there any white suits in there?" 

"There is." I start flicking the section with white dresses, while Paula moves around me. I hold the book open in one hand, and Wanda flicks through it herself, her eyes searching every page. Her eyes land on something she likes the look of, as they scan the page.

"What about this one dorogoy?" 

"Well this is for you, so it's your choice." 

"You're no help, I want your opinion. Like if I wore this would you take me to one of the Stark Gala's or not."

"I would love to show you off wearing that princess."

"Correct answer."

"So that one." I point to the suit to make sure she is happy.

"That one."

"Okay guys, as cute as this is Wanda I need your arms up and out for me so I can get those measurements."

Wanda complies, holding her arms out in the air, I move to stand in front of her, drinking her all in. I can't believe she is mine. I open up the catalogue that has the coats and hold the one with accessories in it under my arm, the rest go to the floor So I don't get in the way of Paula. I flick through them myself to gain an idea of what they do and pick out some favourites I think Wanda would like. As Paula moves to behind Wanda I turn the catalogue to face her showing her each of the ones I picked. As I flick the pages she scrunches her nose shaking her head a lot not really feeling any of them, not until the last one.

"Ooo I really like that one baby." Paula peaks out from behind Wanda.

"We keep that one in store since we don't need measurements for it really. You can try it on once I'm done here." 

"Perfect thank you Paula. Are shoes and accessories here or is it easier to order them to come with the made to measure stuff."

"Depends what you would like. We stock some stuff, but it is mostly easier to order it to arrive with the made to measure stuff." Paula finishes up wrapping the tape measure gently over her shoulders. "So what is it we are going for then ladies." 

"The red velvet suit, with a white button up. The shoulder to floor white dress with these earrings and these heels. And then this suit here, and this coat." 

"Perfect I will get it put through the till." Paula walks off to the counter to get it ready for payment as I once again hold my hand out to Wanda as she steps off the stand. She instinctively links our arms together as we both walk on time over to the counter. Paula walks back to us holding the coat in her hands, which Wanda takes putting it on herself. She double checks what she looks like in the mirror, then turns to me for my opinion but when she see my lip between my teeth she knows my answer so turns back to Paula nodding and handing the coat back.

"So which one do you want to wear this Friday princess?"

"Still the red one." I nod as I turn to Paula.

"Can we put a rush on the red suit. We need it for Friday if that's possible? I know it's Tuesday already…."

"We can put a rush on it, it will be ready for Friday morning where you can collect it from us." 

"Perfect." 

"Okay so the three outfits, accessories, shoes and coat all come to a total of…"

"I don't need to know, that's okay, just set up the card machine." Paula's eyes flick between me and Wanda and I can feel Wanda's eyes burning a hole in the side of my head.

"Okay, uh, well it should be ready for you." I swipe and sign and soon enough Paula hands over the receipt which I hand to Wanda. She immediately looks at the total price biting her lip a little. 

"See I didn't want you to know because you might have said no, so now you have 3 new outfits for plenty of occasions and there isn't a thing you can do to stop me." Wanda just nods as her eyes scan the bit of paper over each individual price, while I grab the bag with the coat in it.

"Oh so your a sugar mama. Damn I really should turn to women." Wanda smiles up at Paula and I'm thankful for the topic change.

"You definitely should. It changes everything." 

"Well you two lovely ladies enjoy the rest of your week and I will see you Friday when you come to collect the suit." She holds out her hand and we both give her a handshake before we turn to exit the shop. I wrap my arm around Wanda's sounders pulling her close to me.

"You okay princess?" I check in knowing her brain is going over the amount of money I just spent on her.

"I'm good. I'm okay. It's just something I'm going to have to get used to."

"It will take time, but like I said before you now have three new outfits and we don't have to do this again in a long while if it makes you more comfortable." 

"Thank you Y/n. I mean it. I love you"

"I love you too Princess. Anywhere else you want to go?" I look down at her smirking when I see her lip gently between her teeth her pupils dilated so I change my question. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine."

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[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 12: Steve/Eddie

& competence kink

read on ao3

MDNI - rated: E

Eddie shoved his van into park and grabbed his keys. Then he turned to stare back at the vision in front of him. He had to be higher than he thought, or maybe he’d gotten in a car accident on the way and this was heaven. He rubbed his eyes and smacked himself in the face. Closing and reopening his eyes again, the sight remained the same in front of him. 

Steve Harrington, covered in grease and grime, wearing his tiny Hawkins-gym-class-issued shorts, bent over the engine of his BMW. He wolf whistled as he approached, unable to pull his eyes away from the vision in front of him for a moment until an even better view took its place. Steve stood and turned, showing off his hairy chest and the slightly pudgy belly that had been forming now that Steve wasn’t doing school sports or chasing monsters. Eddie wanted to bite it. Or rut his hard- 

“Hey, Eds.” Eddie ripped his attention away from the source of his impure thoughts and up to his eyes. Well, there was a detour first to his sinful lips and then to a smear of dirt across his stubbled jaw that his fingers itched to touch. 

“Hey yourself. What are you getting up to here?” 

“Oh, a mystery squeak,” Steve frowned and waved a hand behind him at the open hood. “I’ve already greased everything I can find, all the belts are fine. Changed out the water pump pulley’s bearings. Added some power steering fluids. I can’t figure it out.” He rubbed more grease from his hand across his brow. 

Eddie’s jaw dropped. His pants were tighter than he remembered them being. He had never gotten hard listening to someone talk about cars to him before. Wayne had shown him small things here and there, he could change the oil on his van so he didn’t have to waste precious money on taking it in, he’d watched Wayne change headlights and the battery. Steve’s level of knowledge seemed way above that. 

“Uhhh, that sounds great, Stevie. I didn’t know you knew this much about cars.” 

“Yeah, I’m good with my hands,” he winked. Eddie almost hit the ground. 

“Fuuuck, I bet you are,” slid through his lips before he could stop it. They eyed each other for a moment, Steve rubbing his hands on a towel that appeared out of no where. Eddie chewed on his lip, waiting to see what was going to happen next. 

“I could take a break, get a drink… or something.” Steve stepped forward slowly, Eddie taking steps backwards, letting him direct them to his front door.

Eddie pulled him to straddle his lap on the couch. He couldn’t wait. He slid his hands up his thighs and under the tiny shorts. 

“Oh fuck, baby. No underwear?” He groaned. Steve shook his head and leaned down to meet his lips again. Eddie teased the seam of his leg, inching closer to his goal. He desperately wanted to rip these infuriatingly small shorts from his body. But he needed Steve in them again, maybe bent over some other surfaces. He pulled his hands out of his shorts, grabbing onto his hips instead, using his hold to encourage Steve to rock them forward. 

“Oh, oh shit, Eds.” Steve broke the kiss to pant against his lips. 

“You gunna come in your little slutty shorts, honey?” Steve shook his head but continued rubbing himself against his belly. Staring unseeingly as he grabbed his shoulders for more leverage. 

“Looked so good out there. Showing off for me, huh? All hot and dirty and competent. Knew I was coming over, Stevie. You think you had to go through all that trouble for me? Like I’m not always ready to bend you over any available surface any second of any day?” Steve whined and he pulled his hips faster. “C’mon, make a mess for me.” 

Steve bit his lip, muffling his little noises as he chased his climax. Eddie pulled on his chin so he released his lip. “Uh uh, let me hear you. That’s it.” Eddie traced through his chest hair, pinching his nipple then scratching his nails across that little roll of fat under his belly button. Steve’s thrusts got wild and he made the hottest little grunting noises as he spilled into his shorts.

Eddie washed off all his dirt and grease marks after he fucked him into the shower wall. 

@lighthousebeams

[a-kaash-me-outside]

ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍꜱʙʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀʟꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀᴛʜᴇʟᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀɪᴛʏ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇꜱᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

in which tori’s been to vegas and she’s staying in a casino

~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 551 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

18+, suggestive no smut, drinking, atsumu is rich af, reader is bold and cute, if this isn’t how craps works don’t tell me i do not care, gn reader no pronouns

don’t tempt me to write more of this piece bc i will not do it no matter how many people come into my inbox and bark at me abt this concept. 👀

♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

thinking about multimillionaire!miyaatsumu at a casino, wearing a 15,000 dollar suit, every perfect hair in place, casually flashing a watch that he knows no one knows truly how expensive it is, throwing down 10,000 dollars like they’re singles.

thinking about multimillionaire!miyaatsumu at a craps table on a hot streak

winning big

no signs of stopping

you’re standing next to him, winning big right alongside him.

everyone is telling him to stop, to stop pressing his luck but he keeps on rolling, laughing at the fact he could lose well over 100k if the dice roll a bit too far, but he’s feeling good, all the attention on him, someone pretty to his right, your hands gripped around the table edge, leaning forward with anticipation every time the dice bounce along the velvet. the money isn’t even a thought in his head.

you put your hand on his forearm and he doesn’t reprimand you for crumpling his jacket, just looks at you with a smirk, eyes flicking down to the tastefully revealing outfit you're wearing without any remorse or attempts to hide it.

you lean in to him, “hey, don’t fuck this up for me, okay?” you say, complimentary alcohol in your system not allowing you to realize the way your lips bump against his clean shaven cheek, “one more?”

he still doesn’t care about the money, even more so now, and he brings his lips to your ear, “a kiss for good luck?”

and you would’ve done it, are pulling away with the complete intention of grabbing him by the base of his neck and pressing your lips against him with a bit too much teeth and biting at his lower lip as if the kiss really depended on how lucky he was.

but as you’re creating distance, preparing yourself to kiss this stranger and feel his expensively soft hair in your fists, he brings up his hand, knuckles clasped around a pair of dice, and devilish smile on his face because he knows that now you just want to kiss him even more.

you bring your lips down to his hand, press your lips against his fingers and then his palm and then his wrist. you let that one linger.

“and when i win this, you let me take you to the high rollers lounge,” he says, a plainly stated question that isn’t a question.

you shake your head, “if you win this, i’ll let you take me back to your room.”

“there’s a lot riding on this roll, then, huh?” he says, and the way that this is a lot riding and not the six digit number is making your stomach flip. you nod.

he throws the dice down and you can feel it in your heart, slow motion hitting the table, each skid across the green fabric resonating in your chest, the table is silent, your eyes are locked on the tumbling dice, and then atsumu grabs you by the jaw, two finger spanning the side, thumb on your chin. he doesn’t need to look.

the crowd that’s been drawn to the table erupts in screams, ones of elation and surprise, and your heart is beating even faster as he slides his hand down your side, over the dip of your waist and the fat of your hip, and then he digs in.

he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he speaks to the dealer, “i’ll cash out now.”