#...it's hard to do MMM in writing isn't it

[two-reflections]

Beyond the Scarred Flesh

Techmarine Exor awakes in the med bay after his ordeal in Sturndrang, the underhive of Molior. To his immense displeasure, he finds Zartath the ex-Black Dragon sleeping on the floor beside his bed.

[T, Gen, No Warnings. SPOILERS for Rebirth by Nick Kyme.]

Written for Marine Meat Monday, a weekly challenge by @tagedeszorns! (Posting one day late, but I have to start somewhere.)

[silverwhittlingknife]

#i will always be feral over this line because#is he lying? is he telling the truth?#and the answer is: yes#because before dick saved him tim clearly had no thoughts he was going to be saved#but after dick did save him well#clearly the fact that dick will always catch tim is a fundamental truth to tim#so he's both lying and telling the truth <3 (via @scintillyyy)

The other reason I think Red Robin 12 is a moment of trust between Tim and Dick is that Dick catches Tim.

Dick has a lot of issues with the concept of catching or failing to catch someone who is falling. It’s haunted his dreams.

(Nightwing #4)

It’s not so much the fall itself - Dick is fine with heights and with throwing himself off high places.

(Gotham Nights #10, Nightwing #140)

It’s about the fact he doesn’t make the catch.

One of my favourite bits of the Freefall storyline is Dick catching the Mother of Champions’ baby. Because it ties back to this fear of not getting there in time.

(Nightwing #6, Nightwing #146)

Nightwing catches the baby and is able to hand him to his mother. Wu Mei-Xin has never held any of her children before, it’s a lovely moment. It really caps off the growth Dick goes through over his solo.

(Nightwing #146)

And similarly, Dick being there to catch Tim is important imagery in their relationship.

Dick catches Tim when they’re playing around, train surfing:

(Nightwing #25)

Dick ‘catches’ Tim when he’s depressed. “You’re not catching me at a bad time”.

(Robin #156)

Dick is there to catch Tim as he falls apart after pouring out the water from the Lazarus pit.

(Nightwing #139)

And Dick is there to catch Tim as he falls from a building.

(Red Robin #12)

Dick’s grasp has never missed, when it’s Tim. It’s IMPORTANT to Dick that he make the catch for anyone, when they’re falling in front of him, but it’s especially important to him when it’s a child (and when it’s his baby brother).

Tim can honestly say to Dick “you’ll always be there for me” because a little part of him, deep inside, trusts that no matter what, no matter how impossible it might seem, Dick will be there to catch him.

[jayparked]

33 & jake pls 😩

jake’s hands really have their own fandom 🫠

your mouth opens and closes, words failing to get past the bottom of your throat whenever you try to speak.

"oh c'mon, pretty. i know you can do it. just tell me what you want and it's yours." jake chuckles, his fingers trailing up and down your naked skin from your legs up to your shoulders and it's driving you crazy.

he thinks it's that simple but it couldn't be further than the truth. it doesn't help that his digits are on the colder side so every trace of you he touches he leaves behind a trail of goosebumps. your breath hitches in your throat when his pointer finger moves along the front of your esophagus. he's toying with you. and he's getting off by doing so.

"just tell me what you want," he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes with a smirk that's to die for.

"iwantyourfingersinme." you say all too fast, but not fast enough that he doesn't hear it or can't put two and two together.

but jake isn't gonna let you off that easily.

"huh? what's that? one more time but look me in the eyes and annunciate your words."

god he just loves being a smart ass in bed.

"i want your fingers in me."

"that's my good girl, wasn't so hard now, was it?" jake gives you a quick peck on your lips before plunging his veiny fingers deep in your cunt, wasting no time scissoring the digits inside you to give you that oh so needed stretch.

"mmm, yeah, fuck, jake how do- how do you do that?" you gasp out, clutching onto him to get some sort of stable ground. his pace is fast and consistent, only faltering to change his hand position. now, instead of scissoring, he has his hand out almost as if he was about to shake someone's hand. instead, he has his ring and middle finger deep inside you, moving his arm in small circles so his pointer finger can glide against your clit. all you can do is hopelessly clench on the two digits, relishing in the the way he curls them inside you ever so slightly, just enough to leave you on the edge of your seat.

"my baby should tell me what she wants more often. i'd do anything you ask me to do," he murmurs with a smile between open mouth kisses to your neck, flattening his tongue on the spot behind your ear that he knows makes your entire body tingle.

suddenly, jake's lustful eyes brighten for just a moment before darkening again. his free hand comes into your view as the other continues to coax your release out of you.

"like my fingers so much? then open." his pointer and middle finger prod at your lips until you comply. he presses his fingertips down on your tongue, impatiently telling you to react. you moan on his digits, hollowing your cheeks as your eyes roll back. swirling your tongue and feeling his veins in your mouth has you so ravenous you're almost scared you'll fully lose your mind.

with jake's fingers deep down your throat and deeper inside your cunt you come faster than you ever have before, begging him to do it again only moments after.

for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ♡ masterlist

[lionizingheathen]

J.P. - Use your words

love ur writing!! can I request riding james potter plssss - Request

I'm bored and ill and somehow remembered my password to this account so enjoy.

Smut under cut

James Potter x fem!reader - cock riding, teasing, smut, oral, throat fucking, established relationship, orgasm, unprotected sex, one instance of biting... Maybe two, I can't remember.

James Potter could easily be a model, that was something that you had been sure of long before the two of you started dating, even back in your days at Hogwarts... He was that classic sort of handsome, the kind that had people stopping on the street... And he was all yours.

You were lucky enough to have his heart, to get to lay in his bed as he stroked your hair, reading a book with his shirt riding up slightly, showing his waistband, his happy trail...

Fuck... The outline of his cock... you slid your hand over it, hearing him clear his throat.

Hello.

"What're you doing?" He mumbled, his voice croaking out like he'd forgotten how to speak in the moments of silence between the two of you. You bit back a grin, slipping your hand over his clothed cock again as you squeezed your thighs together, imagining just how good he would feel inside you... James always made you feel good with whatever he was doing, be it his fingers, his tongue, his cock...

Fuck, you needed him. You needed him like you needed air. You looked up at him, breath catching in your throat at the way that he had his glasses low on his nose, his book held up with one hand as he continued to stroke through your hair with the other. The only thing you could think of was pulling his pants down and slipping his cock deep inside you.

"Isn't it obvious?" You asked, hoping that that would be enough to make him cast his book aside, but no. Instead he chuckled and shook his head, flicking to another page even as you slipped your hand under his waistband to grip him through his boxers, your mouth watering.... Wrapping your mouth around him would surely make him get the picture, right?

Right?

"Of course it is, love... But I wanna hear you say it." He insisted, and you sighed, shaking your head. "You know how much I love when you use your words." You leaned up to kiss him as you slipped your hand into his boxers, gripping his cock with a sigh.

God, that was gonna feel good inside you.

"Well?" You asked when you broke apart and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Words, love." He insisted, and you sighed, jerking your hand up and down his cock as you slipped on top of his legs, watching as he sat up to toss his shirt off, revealing his firm, muscular body.

"Doesn't that count?" You asked, hoping against hope that he would say yes... Sometimes he was desperate enough that it would work, but tonight he seemed to be content on waiting it out until you broke and finally spoke, much to your dismay.

You wanted to feel him inside you now, not later.

"You're so cute... Of course not." He said, running his fingers through your hair as he arched his hips, letting you slip his pants and boxers down his legs. Your eyes were drawn to his hard cock as you bent your head, dragging your tongue over the shaft before you lifted it to take the tip in your mouth, pulling a guttural groan from his mouth. "Fuck... Love, tell me what you want, I'll give it to you." He murmured, looking down at you through hooded eyes as you let his cock slip into your mouth, running your tongue over his tip before you released it with a pop, grinning up at him.

"Can I ride you?" You asked, and he grinned, nodding as he folded his hands behind his head, a cocky position that always got you.

"Absolutely." You bent your head down again, taking his cock into your mouth with a moan, making his hips shoot up. Yes. Fuck my throat for a bit. Yes. "Shit, I thought you were... Riding me..." He grunted, biting on the back of his hand when you traced your tongue over the vein of his cock.

Fuck, he always tasted so good.

"Mmm." You looked up at him as you released his cock from your mouth, pressing lazy kisses to the tip. "Fuck my throat a bit first... It feels good." You said, seeing his eyes light up... He loved that even more than you did, you knew that.

"Shit... Oh my god, you're so good..." You swallowed him down your throat again, pulling a choked moan from him. Good boy. "Good girl..." God, you're hot. You choked around him as he gripped the back of his hair, fucking his cock harshly into your throat, making you squeeze your thighs together as you thought about how good that'd feel later.

Fuck. Breathe.

"Mmm..." You pulled back, coughing as you wiped under your eyes. God, you're big. "Ha..." James let out a grunt and gripped the back of your head as he sat up, pushing your mouth back onto his cock as you let out a surprised moan.

God, yes. Be rough.

"Don't stop." Okay. "Don't stop yet." He insisted, and you nodded, letting him fuck your throat hard as you reached between your own legs, slipping your hand into your shorts to work your swollen clit as you whimpered around him.

Finally-.

"Mmph-." He pulled you off then, leaving you confused as you watched him fall back against the bed, taking his glasses off so that he could rest his arm across his eyes.

Hi handsome.

"Okay. Okay..."

"I thought you told me not to stop." You said, and he nodded, letting out a sigh as he dropped his arm from his face, looking at you with such want that you could hardly contain yourself.

"That's enough." His gaze darkened. "I need to be inside you." Oh. You slid to your feet, doing your best not to listen to his quiet protest.

Gotta take my clothes off, relax.

"You need me, pretty boy?" You asked, slipping your shorts and panties down your hips before you pulled your shirt over your head, seeing the smile on his face grow as he wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking it lazily as he watched you come closer, letting you bat his hand away.

Mine.

"All the time... Now c'mere, take me." He insisted, and you nodded, taking the opportunity to grind up and down the shaft of his cock once, hearing him let out a low groan of your name as you did, his hands finding your waist.

"Yes sir." You said, lifting your hips as you gripped his cock, guiding him to your opening. You paused, reaching forward to grip his face so that you could look at him as you sunk down onto him.

"Fuck." He breathed, his jaw dropping as you let the head of his cock slip inside you.

Bliss.

"Ohmygod." You groaned, letting yourself slide fully down his cock, hanging your head as you panted, feeling full from him as his fingers dug into your hips, clearly fighting the urge to thrust up into you immediately.

"Let me know when you're adjusted, and I'll-." You shook your head, leaning back a bit as he groaned, his mouth hanging open from the change. So easy.

"No." Your voice shook, but he didn't fight you, all he did was raise an eyebrow.

"No?" No.

"No... I'm... Setting the pace, Jamie." You panted, face flushing from how hard it was to speak even now... The second he was inside you it was like your brain stopped fucking working, he had that affect on you.

It also happened when he smiled at you... Everything about James was like an instant factory reset in the best way possible... He was your refresh to the world.

His groan broke you from your thoughts, as did the needy look on his face.

"Shit..." "Do you know how hot it is when you say that?" He asked, and you chuckled, sliding all the way off of him as he let out a gasp of disappointment.

"I reckon... Pretty hot." You punctuated your statement by burying his cock inside you again. "God, you feel so good." You sighed, fucking yourself slowly on him, savoring the feeling of how he filled you up.

No one will ever be as good as you.

"So do you." He whined... You liked that about him, that he would whine for you, moan for you, scream for you, there was never a question of if James Potter was having a good time.

He would let you know.

"Mmm..." "Fuck... fuckfuckfuck." You groaned, moving faster, chasing your high even as he demanded your attention... What do you need, pretty boy?

"Kiss me." You leaned in, kissing him deeply as one of his hands left your waist, instead choosing to tug at your nipple and massage your breast before slipping back down to where it had been before.

"Mmmm..." You murmured against his lips, biting down on the lower one to pull it from his teeth before you let go, grinning down at him.

So handsome.

"God, go faster, please go faster..." He begged, and you chuckled, speeding your pace up just a bit as you looked down at him... He was always so hot like this, when he needed you... It was even better right when he woke up, still soft from sleep... But this would do too.

Clearly you weren't complaining.

"You're so cute when you beg for me-." His grip on your hips tightened as he thrust up hard, making you gasp as you pitched forward, resting your hands on his chest as he continued to thrust quickly into you. "Ah!" You gasped, mouth hanging open as your eyes rolled back at the delicious feeling of him fucking you... You'd been hoping he'd do this, it always felt so good when you were riding him.

"Can't help myself... Too good." He grunted, biting down on your bicep, sending the pleasant sting right down to your cunt, which clenched around him as you let out a high whine of his name.

James... Yes...

"JamesJamesJames." You mumbled, unable to stop his name from tumbling from your lips as he pistoned up into you. You reached down shakily, hoping to god that the one hand you had on him could stabilze you as you went to rub your aching clit.

"Not gonna last long." Fuck, if you'd thought that you were going to before, there was no way that you would be now, not with that high, whiny tone in his voice.

You needed him to cum.

"Cum. Cum inside me." You insisted, hearing him let out a low moan as his hot seed spilled inside, making you gasp. Oh my god, yes

"Oh... Oh fuck! Y/N!" He grunted, burying his face in your neck as he rode out his orgasm, pushing you quickly into your own.

"James!" You cried, your thighs trembling as you came around him, gasping and clawing at his chest before you fell limp, slipping off of him "Jesus..." You breathed, trying hard to catch your breath as he stood up, walking over to grab a washcloth from the bathroom so that he could clean you up.

"God, that was good, wasn't it?" He asked, carefully cleaning you as you struggled to find the words that were stuck in your throat. He set the cloth aside, settling in beside you. "Wasn't it?" He asked, tilting your face towards him as you chuckled, pushing him away a bit... He didn't have to worry, if you hadn't been having a good time, that would've been something that you brought up to him in the moment.

He was always good.

"I swear, you're like an overexcited dog, Potter." You groaned, but it made your heart flutter if you were being honest. You liked that he was still so worried about if you were having a good time, if you wanted to be with him. You knew of far too many of your friends who spent their time moaning about how their men had stopped caring for their needs long ago.

James was not one of those people.

"Oi! Don't lump me in with the dogs." He said, pouting as he did - a ridiculous thing for a grown man to do, but if his goal was to get an apologetic kiss, it worked wonders.

"I'm sorry, handsome." You murmured, kissing his lips softly before you pulled back, hearing him sigh. You ran your fingers through his hair as you looked down at him, glasses slightly crooked, still flushed from your earlier activities.

God, you're perfect. My perfect love.

"It's okay... This time." Ahhh, yeah because there was totally going to be a time where it wasn't okay, that was something that just made so much sense.

"I love you so much." You said, standing up to stretch as you spoke, enjoying the pop in your back.

"I love you too." He opened his arms to you as you slipped his discarded tshirt over your head. "C'mere." You sat on the edge of the bed, not moving closer nor further away... He'd been doing something before he was doing you.

"What about your book?" You asked, seeing a wide grin spread across his face as he looked over at you. Boyish charm, even all of these years later.

"I wasn't actually reading... I was seeing how long it'd take you to notice I was hard." He said, a wide grin on his face as you gasped, smacking his arm. There was no way that he'd pulled that just so that you'd sleep with him, right?

Like, you would've done it regardless... All he would've had to do was ask.

"You're such a dick." You sigh, curling into his side as he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead, putting a smile on your face even as you tried to pretend like he was annoying you far more than he was.

"Funny, you didn't seem to mind it in the moment." He mumbled, which was fair, but he really didn't have to point it out. Wasn't the sex good enough for him to simply want to agree with you all the time?

"... Ugh. I hate it when you're right." Really, you could've said nothing, but sometimes you couldn't help yourself... James was just too sweet to be ignored.

"I know, love." He said, pressing one more soft kiss to your lips before you settled in against him for the night.

[fvllingflower]

「In Private」

pairing: idol!joshua afab!reader

genre: smut

warning: flirting, boob play, cockwarming, marking, making out, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), aftercare, praising

song recommendation: the boy is mine by ariana grande

author note:also sorry if there is any grammar mistakes for some reason I stayed up until 1am writing this

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You and Joshua are at a private beach. You're in your bikini, laying on your chair, watching your boyfriend, Joshua, practice surfing. You were on your phone, but every once in a while, you'd look up and watch him, almost succeed.

He walks up to you, his hair and body soaked. His muscles being revealed by his soaked top. He sits at the end of your chair and places your feet on his lap and he starts rubbing your shins gently.

"Why won't you get in the water with me?" He asked sweetly.

"Then that means I'll have to take a shower again today" You smiled.

"Another shower with me isn't too bad" He smirked. You just smiled at his mischief.

"The point of the trip is to have fun, so come have fun with me" He whined cutely.

"We have fun like every night" You teased. He blushed slightly. He suddenly picks you up and carries you into the ocean waters.

"Joshua!" You screamed. He hugged your waist with his arms and smiled.

"Hey, it's not that bad, plus you have me" He kisses your shoulder.

"You annoy me sometimes" You laughed softly.

"Yeah and? You still love me" He kisses your neck.

"That is true" You smiled. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and his hands rested on your underside of your thighs.

"I can't believe you're all mine" He whispered softly.

"Well believe it, pretty boy" You kissed him softly.

"God, I love you" He smiled. He arms pull you closer to him.

"Shua?" You looked up at him.

"Mm what is it love?" His hand went down to your ass and he squeezes it softly.

"I- I was wondering if you wanted to go back in the beach house?" You rested your head on his shoulder.

"Why?" He knew why but he wanted to hear you say it.

"So we can have some more fun" You tried to act "innocent."

"Mmm I don't know" He smirked. His hand starts playing with one part of your top that's covering your boob. He sticks his hand under your top and starts squeezing it.

"Mm- Shua please" You begged.

"Mmm.... I guess so" He removed his hand and carried you out of the water. He walked you back to your chair, helped dry you off to the best of his ability, and then carried you into the house. He sat on the couch with you in his lap.

"You do look really sexy in this bikini" Joshua smiled as he played with the ties of your top. He untied your top, letting it fall on the floor, and took your bottoms off as well.

"But you look even sexier without it" He whispered in your ear, making you shiver slightly.

You started to help him take his swim shirt off and trunks off as well. Leaving you both naked in front of each other. He moved to lay you on the couch and hovered above you. He started kissing and marking your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, and all across your thighs. He came back up to your chest and looked you in the eyes as his mouth sucked your nipple. He wanted to see how reacted, even though he knew how you'd react. He loved the feeling of your arm wrapping around his shoulder and your nails digging into the back of his shoulder as he gave you pleasure. He could get hard just watching you in pleasure, which he did. He never wanted to stop sucking your tits even when you were talking, well trying to talk, he'd continue sucking but remained listening.

"Sit...dick" That's all he heard you mumbled which caused him to pull away and look at you confused.

"What is it darling?" He asked sweetly.

"I want to... sit on your dick" You finally answered.

"Mmm you don't want me to stretch you out first?" He tilted his head like a confused dog.

"No" You were blunt.

He nodded and sat down on the couch and pulled you on of his lap, and slowly sat you on his dick. You moaned loudly as you felt the brutal stretch, but weirdly, it felt good knowing it was Joshua. You completely sat on his dick and looked at him with some tears in your eyes.

"Aw baby" He wiped your tears that fell.

"I knew it was gonna hurt you but you didn't seem to care" He kisses your lips repeatedly to help make you feel better.

"It hurt but it also felt good" You mumbled.

"Mm" He nodded and smiled.

"What do you want to do now, mhm?" Josh rubbed your back gently.

You didn't say anything. You just kissed him passionately. He somehow took the hint, and you two started make out. As your lips fought, Joshua's hands went up your tummy and onto your boobs and squeezed them tightly, making you moan in his mouth, and you could feel him smirk. You started kissing his jaw and then started biting his collarbone, leaving love bites. You pulled away and looked at him.

"What's on your pretty mind?" He smiles and kisses you softly.

"Would you be fine with eating me out after you fuck me?" You spoke bluntly. It was so blunt it kinda shocked Joshua.

"I- Yeah of course, you know I can never say no to eating you out" He smiles and slowly lays you on the couch.

"Oh you don't want to kiss for a little longer?" You teased.

"Darling I'm getting impatient" He was serious.

"Don't worry, I like it when you're greedy" You smiled and laid back as his dick stayed inside you.

"Yes I'm very greedy when it comes to my love" He smirked and kissed your boob.

He slowly starts thrusting. He placed your legs on his shoulders. He knew this slow pace wasn't for you, so he slowly sped up the speed. He was thrusting deep and fast. He knew all your sweet spots and what could make you moan the loudest. He loves the sounds of your moans, mainly because he knows that he's on your mind (or he hopes so).

"Ahh" You moaned loudly but you quickly covered your mouth but he removed your hand from your mouth.

"You should know by now, I want to hear your pretty noises" He grunted.

He continued thrusting, abusing your hole. You continued moaning loudly and, this time proudly. Which somehow turned him on even more. To him one of your prettiest moments is when he's fucking your brains out.

"Such a- fuck- such a good girl" He groans

"God, so fucking beautiful" He couldn't help but moan.

"Josh I'm-" He cut you off.

"I know love, let it out" You came on his cock and he pulled out.

He moved to where his face would be in between your legs. He licked your cunt up, enjoying the taste of your release. To him, you were his candy, maybe even his drug. He continued to lick and suck on your folds and clit. Your hand laced into his locks and slightly pulled causing him to groan into your cunt making you moan softly. If he could, he would eat you out all day long. He loves the taste of you and the sounds of your moans. He finally stopped when he could tell you were close again and went back to thrusting his dick deep and rough inside you, like you're a sex toy. He kept this action up until you came again, and he came inside of you, filling your hole to the brim.

[timeskip]

You and Joshua were laying in the bathtub, your back against his chest, his arms around your waist. You felt so sleepy and he did too.

"You did so good love" He kissed the top of the side of your neck.

"Mmm" You lay your head on his shoulder.

"If you need to, you can fall asleep with me in the tub, okay? I'll take care of you, that's my job" His hand rubs your tummy.

"Mhm" You nodded.

"I love you darling" He kissed your cheek.

"I love you too" You mumbled softly.

You fell asleep in the tub, and when you woke up, you were in one of Joshua's shirts and some clean underwear. Next to you, cuddling you tightly was Joshua, who was in a shirt and his boxers. You took in your surroundings and knew this moment was perfect. You softly kissed his cheek and slowly got out of bed. You went to the bathroom, and when you came back, you saw a sleepy, confused man. You laughed softly and got back into bed.

"Hi sleepyhead" You smiled.

"Mm hi beautiful" He mumbled.

"How was your nap?" You asked.

"Perfect because I had you with me" He smiled.

"You're so cute when you wake up" Your thumb caressed his cheek.

"Mm am I? Am I the cutest man?" He teased.

"You are. And the cutest man is all mine" You kissed his lips softly.

"Is this heaven?" He smiled.

"No" You smiled

"Love" He whispered.

"What is it?" You looked into his eyes.

"I love you so much" You smiled at his words.

"I love you so much" You kissed him again

[baptismbaby]

✿ SMITTEN

soft!ellie x reader

summary: you and ellie have been together for three months. you felt it was finally time to take the relationship a step further.

warnings: fingering (r!receiving). that's it rlly. super sweet and has some fluff.

a/n: super short, I'm sorry!! it's hard writing fluff for some reason lol. sorry this isn't my best work:( brain was refusing to work with me on this one. rewrote it three times.

wc: 1.7k<3

Ellie Williams was in love.

Her heart was so full and she always wore a smile no matter where she went. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. You met Ellie a couple years ago when you moved into Jackson. The two of you quickly hit it off and became close friends. Wherever Ellie was, you were there too. It became a thing in your friend group. If Ellie was nowhere to be seen, you were bombarded with questions asking if she was okay. The two of you always went on patrol together and very rarely went with anyone else. Ellie knew she had feelings for you for a long time but hid it from you. It wasn’t until a couple months ago when you finally admitted your own. You two were at your place watching a movie on the couch but not really paying attention. Instead, you were talking about old relationships and flings. When Cat was brought up, you let it slip that you were jealous of their relationship. Ellie kept prodding you to tell her what you meant by that but you refused until she finally kissed you. The next day, she was already bragging to Jesse and Dina about how you were finally her girlfriend.

Although the two of you have only been dating a few months, it felt like it was longer. The only change since entering a relationship with Ellie was that the two of you would kiss, hold hands, and cuddle. You were happy and comfortable in your relationship with Ellie but wanted to take it a step further. You were at your house with Ellie, who sat on the bed watching you pack your bag for the week. You practically lived with her at this point, only going to your place to exchange clothes.

“You wanna watch a movie when we get to mine?” asked Ellie, her head tilted and wearing a smile. You grinned back at her and nodded in agreement. “Good. I already have something picked out. I think you’ll like it.”

“And if I don’t?” you teased, sending Ellie a playful smirk. Ellie got up, pressing her chest against your back and wrapping her arms around you. You giggled as she picked you up and fell back onto the bed, your body now next to hers on the mattress. She crawled on top of you and gave you a quick, sweet kiss.

“I actually don’t know,” Ellie finally said. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

You smacked Ellie’s arm gently, shoving her off and getting back up. “You’re such a sap!”

“Mmm, not really.”

“Then what was that?”

“What was what?” questioned Ellie, trying hard to hide the smile growing on her lips. You rolled your eyes and decided not to answer, continuing to throw clothes in your bag. Ellie got up again and grabbed you. “Oh, you mean this?” Once again you were thrown on the bed, Ellie hovering over you and planting kisses on your neck as you laughed. You got quiet when she nibbled on your neck.

“E-Ellie?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

Ellie pulled away, her face red from embarrassment. “Oh, sorry. I thought you’d like that,” she mumbled. The truth was that you did like it but was unsure what to say.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. It was nice. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Ellie grinned, leaning back down to kiss you. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her to deepen the kiss. A groan came from Ellie’s throat when you gently tugged her short hair. You pulled away and stared up at her in awe. “What are you doing?” she asked this time.

“I thought you’d like that,” you replied.

“I do-I did, I mean. Yeah, it was nice.”

Ellie was suddenly aware of the wetness in her boxers. You looked so beautiful underneath her, your hair sprawled out around your head. Ellie wanted nothing more than to undress you and fuck you right here but that was something neither of you have even brought up yet. Ellie refused to ask because she didn’t want you to feel like she was pressuring you, meanwhile you were afraid to ask because it made you nervous. You were planning on mentioning it today and thought now would be the perfect time.

“Do you think we could… um… try something new?”

Ellie’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you wanna try, babe?”

“I was thinking that… um,” you trailed off, suddenly realizing how embarrassing it would be to ask. Even though you trust Ellie and you’re comfortable with her, you felt shy.

“C’mon, tell me,” Ellie urged. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You pouted and hid your face behind your hands. “God, this is embarrassing!”

“Sex?” Ellie suddenly asked. You peeked through your fingers and shrugged.

“Kinda? I’m not sure if I’m ready for sex sex but other things, yes.”

Ellie grinned and rolled off to the side of you, holding herself up with her arm and using her tatted one to pull you closer to her. “You want me to start?”

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

Ellie leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, nose, other cheek until she made it to your lips. The kiss was slow at first, her tongue brushing against your bottom lip so she could put it in your mouth. It became passionate, almost sloppy and desperate as her hands traveled down your body and stopped just above the waistband of your sweatpants. “Take this off,” she whispered against your lips. You lifted your hips off the bed and shoved them down quickly, revealing a black lacy thong. You usually wore boy shorts. Ellie glanced down at your panties and took a double take, her mouth slightly open in shock. “Fuck, babe. You put this on just for me?”

“Mhm,” you replied.

“Such a sweet girl. You should wear these more often.” Ellie stuck her hand down the front of the lacy thong and rested it against your heat. She could feel your slick gathering all over her fingers before she even had a chance to dip them between your slit. She moaned softly, feeling her own cunt grow wetter. She placed her middle finger on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. She chuckled at your reaction and started to move her finger in a circle, paying close attention to your facial expressions. You hid your face in her shoulder as soft whimpers escaped your lips.

“Hey, don’t hide from me,” Ellie cooed. “I wanna see my pretty girl.”

You rolled your head back and made eye contact with Ellie, her face slightly red and her lips upturned in a smirk. “Is this what you wanted, honey?”

“Mhm!” you whined, bucking your hips forward as she picked up the pace.

“Does that make you feel good?”

“Y-Yes, Ellie.”

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

Ellie’s lips collided with yours once again, another sloppy make out session as she teased your hole with her finger. She finally slipped one in, causing you to moan loudly in her mouth. She pulled away to listen to your sounds of pleasure. It was almost pornographic how filthy you were being, moaning out a string of cuss words and repeating Ellie’s name over and over again. The sound of your wet pussy combined with your obscene noises made Ellie want to ruin you. But she knew better than that, it was the first time the two of you ever did something like this. She didn't want to rush anything. She was fine with moving slow. She loved you so much.

Ellie stuck another finger in, your tight cunt squeezing around her digits as a knot built in your stomach. You could tell you were close but wanted to hold on for as long as you could.

“E-Ellie,” you moaned.

“Yes, baby?”

“I-I’m about to-”

"Let go, baby," Ellie interrupted. "Cum for me."

As the feeling in your stomach grew stronger, your climax getting closer and closer, you couldn’t help but to say the three words you haven't said to Ellie yet. “I-I love you!”

Your orgasm finally hit, your legs trembling and your back arching. Ellie talked you through your orgasm, mumbling praises and saying how much she loved you. She took her hand out of your panties and laid down beside you.

“You don't know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” whispered Ellie. You looked over at her, a smile growing on your face as you tried to catch your breath. Ellie wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. “You did so good, baby. Do you feel okay?”

You nodded, still unsure if you could even speak. Your throat felt sore. You tried to raise up to get water but quickly laid back down again, your body too weak to move. Ellie chuckled. “You need something, honey?”

“W-Water," you responded, your voice slightly raspy. Ellie looked around until her eyes landed on the water bottle sitting on your dresser. She reached over and grabbed it, opening it up for you and raising your head up so you could get a drink. She set it back down once you finished.

“M-Much better,” you said after clearing your throat. “That was really good, Ellie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you laid there silently, holding each other close and thinking about what just occurred.

“Ellie, I meant what I said,” you vocalized. “I really love you.”

Ellie smiled, her tummy fluttering at your words. “I love you too, dork.”

You huffed. “Hey, don’t call me dork!”

“You're my dork,” Ellie continued, ignoring the soft blows to her shoulder. “You wouldn't be so mad if it wasn't true.”

“Oh shut it, Els,” you laughed. You rested your head on her shoulder and held her tighter. You wanted to ask if you could return the favor. You wanted to make Ellie feel good too but you were getting drowsy, your eyelids growing heavy. You gave in and shut them, falling asleep a couple minutes later. Ellie’s smile never went away. She couldn't stop thinking about you admitting you loved her too. She was one lucky girl.

[maddiethedogstories]

Her Own Worst Enemy

This is my entry into yet another writing competition with @baby-erica and @destinedfordiapers. Go vote for who made their target the blushiest here!

Erica absolutely adored Mads. He was tall, strong, handsome, and dominant.

Every word he spoke felt like an order. It sent shivers of pleasure down her spine to comply to his ever whim.

That's why she wasn't surprised when one night, after particularly amazing sex, Mads disclosed to her that he was domming another woman online. He told her that the other woman's name was Eri, the Erica's nickname as a child, that she was Erica's age, and that she got off on being Mads' pathetic, diapered, little cuckquean.

Mads told Erica that he spoke to Eri like a child. He ordered her to wear and use diapers. He also told her about all of Mads and Erica's sexual escapades, taunting Eri's face with details of sexual encounters that she would never have.

As Mads explained his relationship with Eri, Erica's pussy started to throb. She couldn't help but start rubbing herself. The idea of some pathetic women rubbing her pissy diaper to the thought of Erica's wild sex set her slit on fire. She felt like a porn star in all of the best ways.

"Um, Mads?" Erica asked her boyfriend coyly as he watched her pleasure herself to the thought of domming another woman, "Do you, uhhhh, think I could help you… mmmm… tease Eri…. gah… too?"

Mads grinned, crawling onto the bed next to Erica and replacing her hand with his own.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded as his fingers darted into Erica's wet lips, bringing her to a quick, yet marvelous orgasm.

Over the next few months, Erica took an active role in domming poor little Eri. Although Mads never let Erica see or speak to Eri herself, Erica constantly teased Eri via video.

Erica recorded herself riding Mads, Mads taking her from behind, sucking Mads off, and Mads sucking on her tits. She memorialized each sexual encounter with her dream man, as she taunted and teased the diapered woman on the other side of the camera.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby!"

"Oh, Eri, don't you wish you got to suck Daddy's big, hard cock like me, rather than just that silly little paci?"

"Mmm, Eri, if you had big girl tits like me, maybe Daddy would want to… Mmm…suck yours instead of… fuck, Mads…. mine. To bad you're nothing but a silly baby… fuck… not a… mmm… real woman like me."

"Fuck… Eri, if you weren't so pathetic…. ghhhh… you might be bouncing on Daddy's cock… ffff… like me…. gah… instead of bouncing in your loaded…. fuck… pampers."

Each message Erica recorded got progressively meaner and more degrading. Mads urged Erica's sadism at each turn, begging her to be more ruthless in her naughty recordings as time passed. Mads swore that Little Eri was begging to be degraded and talked down to more with each passing day.

Erica loved it. The power, Eri's humiliation, the mind-blowing sex, it was all so intoxicating.

However, as time passed, Erica found herself wanting to become more involved in Eri's submission. She began to press Mads to meet, or, at the very least, to speak with the other woman.

Each time she broached the subject, however, Mads denied her.

"Eri is shy."

"Eri isn't ready to meet you."

"Eri is too embarrassed to introduce herself yet."

Time after time, Erica's requests to meet Eri were shut down.

That was until, one day, Mads finally relented.

"Erica, you're right, it's probably time you met Eri," Mads said with a sigh as he lied naked in bed next to Erica after a particularly wild love-making session, "but, to meet Eri, you need to understand her situation better first."

Erica swallowed nervously at Mads' last statement. She didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean, 'understand her situation better?'" She asked hesitantly.

Mads smiled. "Well, sweetie, before you can meet Eri in person, you need to spend some time in her booties first. If you agree to spend some time in the nursery, I'll arrange for you to meet Eri."

Erica turned on her side and shuddered in both pleasure and fear.

She had never seen the inside of attached to her boyfriend's master bedroom. The nursery always locked, and Mads never let her inside when she asked. She had wanted to see the inside of that room for months now, but not in the way Mads was suggesting it would happen now.

"Like," Erica licked her lips nervously, "Really spend time in the nursery?"

Mads responded quickly, "Yes, baby. ~Really~ spend time in the nursery. I've thought about it, and you can't truly meet Eri until you experience her life a little."

Seeing Mads' determination, Erica knew she had no other options if she ever wanted to meet her boyfriend's diapered pet. So, reluctantly, she agreed to spend some time in the nursery.

The next morning, Erica found herself stripped naked and led into the babyish . Her eyes grew wide as she took in the giant baby furniture, adorned with cuffs and straps meant to detain any unwilling occupants.

Mads led Erica by the hand to a giant changing table and lifted her up on to it with ease.

"Let's get a diaper on that tushy," Mads said, popping a pacifier into Erica's mouth before she could protest.

Erica's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment as she was expertly lotioned, powdered, and diapered by her boyfriend. In fact, Erica was so embarrassed, she didn't notice Mads slip a suppository up her backside as he taped her into the infantile garment.

"Now, let's complete the look."

Mads helped Erica down from the changing table and immediately began to dress her in a onesie that, somehow, fit her perfectly. He then grabbed some ribbon and quickly tied her hair into two neat pigtails on either side of her head.

"Perfect!" Mads announced as he tied the second bow in Erica's hair, "You look adorable!"

Nervously sucking the pacifier she was given, Erica demurely let herself be lead to the crib and restrained inside with both wrist and ankle cuffs.

"Some time strapped in the crib will really let you know what it feels like to be Eri," Mads said, kissing Erica's forehead.

Erica blushed, wishing this would be over quickly, while at the same time beginning to feel a burning sense of pleasure growing within herself from the humiliation.

As she laid in the crib, Erica noticed a strange object covered by a cloth hanging from the ceiling spanning the length of the crib. The woman was unable to determine what it was. Erica also noticed a large television hanging on a wall nearby.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to let you get settled. Don't worry, Daddy will be back soon," Mads said, leaving the room.

With Mads gone, the suppository inside of Erica worked quickly. The small woman began to thrash in the crib futilely before ultimately giving in and loading her diaper for the first time as an adult.

Erica was softly crying as Mads walked back into the room. Erica was both humiliated and incredibly aroused by the horrifying situation.

"What's wrong, baby? Did somebody make a stinky?"

The mocking made Erica sob harder as Mads walked over and caressed her cheek.

"Hush, baby, I know what will make you feel better. I think it's time you meet Baby Eri!"

Erica watched in horror as Mads pulled the cloth off the object hanging above the crib, revealing a full length mirror. Erica stared at herself, hair in pigtails, strapped into a crib, sucking a pacifier, wearing nothing but a onesie and messy diaper. A horrible realization dawned on her.

"Erica, meet Baby Eri!" Mads said cheerily, "I think you're going to find you have a lot in common!"

Erica turned her head to the side as she heard the television click on.

"I'm going to leave and let you get to know each other. Have fun!" Mads said as he pressed play on the remote and left the room.

Erica, or Baby Eri as she had now become, couldn't help but release a small stream of urine into her thirsty padding as she saw her own face fill the large screen.

Soft panting filled the air before Eri heard her own voice ring out.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby."

Eri's pussy throbbed in pleasure as she realized what was happening. Not only had she become a diapered cuckquen, but, she was being cucked by herself.

Even worse, Eri thought as she tried to free her hands from the cribs cuffs so she could rub the front of her messy diaper, she couldn't deny this is what she really wanted: To be nothing more than Mads' pathetic diapered plaything.

[emilys-bangs]

Hiiiii💕 I love your fics so much and how you write Emily!!! Think you could write a date night at home while you’re already dating, with Sergio and all but it ends up with a make out sesh! Doesn’t have to be nsfw I just NEED kiss her face and drink some wine on her couch!! Thanks 💕

Feel free to ignore me if you don’t feel like this!!!!

Hii, thank you lovely!! ty for requesting, I hope this isn't as choppy as I think it is <3

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date night | e.p

Tags: established relationship, fluff, making out, no use of yn, use of petnames

Word count: 1.5k

“Em, honey, my loveliest darling, are you sure you’re doing this right?” You sweeten your voice as you peek over Emily’s shoulder, hiding a grimace at the chocolate slab she’s heating directly in a pot.

“Are you doubting my abilities?” She turns her accusing gaze on you. Her eyes, you notice, are just the same shade of the melting chocolate. You have a feeling they’re twice as sweet. “Maybe you could’ve guided me instead of stuffing your face with the chocolate.” Her brow arches, playful, but your body heats.

“I was testing to see if it’s good!”

“Yeah, looks like it’s too good,” Emily teases. You frown and she lets go of the spoon in her hand, reaching out to press her thumb to the corner of your lip. When she lifts it you find her skin smeared with chocolate.

You shrug, willing yourself not to be embarrassed. “It’s delicious,” you say demurely, ignoring your girlfriend’s smug look as she wipes her thumb on a tissue, “and anyway. Everyone knows you’re supposed to melt chocolate using a double boiler.”

“It’s melting fine!” Emily huffs and peers into the pot, idly swirling the still-hard bits in the sea of melted chocolate. You scrunch your nose, unconvinced, and Emily looks up just in time to see it.

“You’re such a perfectionist,” she sighs, letting go of the spoon again to wrap her arms around you. “Let loose a little.” Her nose bumps into yours. The action makes you smile, like she undoubtedly knew it would.

“Sorry I don’t fancy my strawberries with burnt chocolate,” you murmur, rubbing your hands up and down her sides. The wool of her black v-neck is soft; you languidly follow the curves of her waist, tracing the lines of her torso. Emily rolls her eyes and you kiss her before she bites back, effectively silencing that smart mouth of hers.

You can feel her smile against your lips. She knows what you’re doing, but she lets you have it, gently kissing you back as her fingers thread into your hair. The edge of the counter digs into your back as she presses you against it, her warm thigh slotting between yours. You hum into her mouth and she toys with a lock of your hair, twirling it around her finger and tugging just enough that you feel a sting.

“Mmm, you know what you taste like?” Emily mumbles against your lips. She gently presses kisses along the outline of your mouth, catching the chocolatey corner and the tip of your chin.

Sighing, you slide your hand into her hair and scrape your nails down her scalp. “I’m sure you’ll tell me, anyway.”

“Unburned chocolate,” she grins. Her eyes flick up to yours, pleased at her own cleverness.

“Ugh, fuck off.” You lightly shove her back. Emily laughs, grabbing your hand just in time to pull you with her. The two of you skid across the kitchen floor and you yelp, both your socks slipping on the smooth hardwood. Your heart skips but Emily catches you, holding on to your waist and digging her heels in to find purchase.

“Stop whining about the chocolate,” she says when you’re both steady, letting go of you and turning to grab the pack of fresh strawberries you’d gotten on your way, “and help me wash these.”

“I’m your guest,” you murmur as you take it from her hand and head to the sink. “You shouldn’t make me work, it’s rude.”

“You’re hardly a guest, amor.” Emily’s voice is warm as she wraps steady arms around your waist and nuzzles into your neck. Her body presses into yours, making your hips nudge against the sink. “This is your home as much as it is mine.” She whispers after dropping a kiss, gently squeezing your waist with her palms.

You almost drop the strawberries. Damn her silver tongue.

By the time the two of you are done washing the strawberries and dunking them in the—unburnt—chocolate, your dinner is ready. Despite Emily’s earlier insistence that you help her, she refuses to let you lift a finger in plating the food or carrying it to the dining table. You try to argue but she doesn’t have it, so you content yourself with cuddling Sergio as she flits to and from the table, smoothing your fingers through shiny black fur.

“Stubborn woman, isn’t she, Serg?” You ask, pressing a kiss to his furry forehead. His purrs rumble through his small body and reverberate through yours, growing louder when you scratch between his ears. “But we love her for it.”

Eventually Emily comes back to take Sergio out of your arms and tugs you to the table, making a quick stop at the bathroom to wash off the cat hair before she presents dinner with a flourish. You can’t help but smile, both at her actions and at the bouquet of freesias you’d bought her sitting in the center of the table, lightly illuminated by the candles she’d laid out around it.

It’s not just the wine she pours out that brings a heat to your cheeks.

Everything, from the tender way she fills your plate to the softness of her laugh as you talk, makes a golden warmth surge through your veins. Even Sergio comes to join you, curling up on the floor between your chair and hers, evidently soaking in your conversations as you talk and laugh, barely remembering the food, a soft gleam in both your eyes that could be nothing but love.

You lose track of time with her. Eventually your glasses are drained, the candles burning low and your plates empty as you skim your thumb over the back of Emily’s hand. The craving for something sweet deep in your stomach is what reminds you of the chocolate-covered strawberries chilling in the fridge, and when you mention them to your girlfriend, she pulls you up from the table.

“Leave them,” Emily whispers when you try to gather the empty plates, insistently tugging them out of your hand and placing them back on the table.

“But—”

“No buts.” She blows out the candles and takes your hand, linking her fingers through yours and gently pulling you away from the table. “They can wait.”

You can’t really complain, not when she tugs you to the couch and forces you to sit down by shifting onto your lap, her knees on either side of your waist. The fight leaks out of you, her warm weight on top of you deliciously fogging your brain.

“Hi,” Emily whispers, her dark eyes wide, and you think you fall impossibly deeper in love.

“Hi,” you breathe, grabbing her face in your hands. Her lips are so inviting when she smiles like this; you can’t help but cover them with your own. “Fucking dork,” you murmur into her skin, the words lost in another kiss.

“Mean,” Emily mumbles. The tips of your fingers slip into her hair; her breath hitches as you kiss the corner of her mouth, then the plush center—that one gets many kisses—and then trail your lips to her chin.

“On the contrary, I think I’m being very nice.” You say, moving upward to the half-moon curve of her dimple. The dent is too light to feel, but you kiss it anyway before your mouth gently lands on her cheekbone. Emily sighs as you kiss the soft skin next to her eye, her fluttering lashes tickling your lips. The bridge of her nose is next, then the very tip of it, and her breathy laugh skips over your mouth.

Your heart skips in a similar fashion. 

Pausing your kisses, you lean back to look at her properly. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, her lips rosy and swollen from your kisses. There’s a slight daze to her eyes, now nearly darkened to black, her pupils blown wide.

“I love you,” you whisper. Unthinkingly, you skim your thumb over her cheekbone, your touch feather-light. “So much.”

“I love you.” Emily breathes. She leans forward and kisses you, sweet before she nips your bottom lip and it turns desperate. She takes your own hands off her cheeks and guides them under her shirt. You cup the warm curves of her waist and she sighs into your mouth, thighs tightening around your hips as you lightly skim the tips of your fingers over her spine.

Goosebumps follow in the wake of your fingers. Slowly, you peel her shirt off her body, only breaking the kiss to toss it over her head. Pale skin is exposed, the lines of her collarbone sharp under the straps of her lacy, stark black bra.

It’s hardly a new sight, but your breath catches all the same.

“Beautiful,” you say, your voice low and choked with reverence. 

Emily smiles as you place one hand on her hip on the other on her cheek, your lips dipping in the soft junction where her jaw meets her neck. She sighs, threading her fingers through your hair as you take her skin between your lips, warm and tasting faintly bitter—courtesy of her perfume.

It’s just you and her. In this moment, the whole world whittled down to the space between your bodies. All that matters is the warmth of her thighs around your waist, the scratch of her bra against your chest. Her sighs echo, soft and sweet, turning louder with each piece of clothing you gently peel from her skin. 

Your clothes join hers on the floor as your bodies tangle together. Soft lips meet warm skin, swallow up breathy sighs, and dirty plates and chocolate-covered strawberries are gone forgotten in your wake.

taglist: @suckerforcate @sickoherd @lextism @justhereforthosefics @catssluvr @haiklya @i-lovefandom

[yeondollie]

ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛxᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ sᴇx ♡ 𝜗𝜚

a/n ; hi bbys !! i promise i will have frat! yeonjun out soon :p i know i said that a lot but i mean it hehehe i'm trying to make it at least 3k words but we'll see ! anyways im gonna try to stop napping so much so i can write hehe but for now, enjoy this !! enhypen ver soon ?

⤷ yeonjun 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

+ "what do you want? gotta speak up my love.

+ "cum on my cock, fuck i love you so much."

+ "im still hard. suck me off?"

+ "you can give me another, right doll?"

+ "so so pretty, all fucking mine. shit."

+ "gonna cum, can i cum in you?"

+ "d-dont clench.. i'll cum too fast."

+ "can you smile for the camera?"

+ "love your pretty hands, put them to use princess."

+ "i got you shh.. it's okay honey."

⤷ soobin 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

+ "taehyun cant fuck you like this? right? say it."

+ "i love you, fuckk. love your pretty face. all mine to cum on."

+ "wan' it? ask nicely my love."

+ "such pretty tiddies, where'd you get these from huh?"

+ "swallow, let me see. fuckk."

+ "did i make you squirt? shit.. you're so hot."

+ "i need you, please. again."

+ "what'd you say? too deep you can't even talk."

+ "mine. you're mine, got it?"

+ "no one can fuck you like me? mhm? i wanna hear you say it."

⤷ beomgyu 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

+ "don't make a sound. you hear me?"

+ "you see what you do to me? fuckk."

+ "pretty girl, look so pretty stuffed with my cock."

+ "don't roll your eyes pretty girl, only on my cock."

+ "use your mouth, shitt."

+ "god i'm so in love with you, swallow."

+ "gonna leave a mark, wan' everyone to know you're mine,"

+ "cum with me, cmon you can do it angel face."

+ "such a pretty ass, all fucking mine yeah?"

+ "cmon give me another. fuck. you squirted.."

⤷ taehyun 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

+ "shh.. don't want huening to hear you. right?"

+ "wanna cum? get on your knees for me my love."

+ "can you do that again for me? shittt."

+ "shut your mouth before i stuff it with my cock."

+ "like that? show the camera how much you like it."

+ "can i fuck you raw?"

+ "your lips are so pretty, they would be so much prettier on my dick."

+ "use your words, tell me how much you want it."

+ "cum in you? don't say shit like t-that.. fuckk."

+ "stuffed so full with my big cock. isn't that right?"

⤷ hueningkai 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

+ "s-so tight.. fuck i love you so much."

+ "sit on my face, i got you."

+ "lets go. you made an issue, you're gonna fix it right?"

+ "cum on it, just like that. fuckkk."

+ "such a naughty mouth."

+ "good girl, mmm, need me in you?"

+ "wanna eat you out, now."

+ "such a pretty girl, fuck i'm so lucky."

+ "lay down, relax. let me please you."

+ "spit on it, fuckk what a good girl."

[lovesick-feelings]

lord, i REALLY like your Funtime Freddy design! you mind drawing/writing (doesn't matter, you write/draw WONDERFULLY!) about Y/N celebrating Yandere Funtime Freddy's birthday? (understandablew if you don't want to. no pressure)

“Oh, cupcake, I’m the one who’s supposed to be celebrating birthdays! Not the other way around, silly!” 

He boops your nose, giggling. Freddy finds the whole thing sweet, but he insists that his birthday isn’t worth celebrating because he doesn't have one!

His creator never cared enough to give his creations much background besides basic programming so why should he try making one up? Besides, he much prefers celebrating to being the one celebrated. 

If you decide you still wanna give him something special it could go down in two ways: 

You aren't trapped: With more access to time and materials, you could set up an actual party! You’ll also have an easier time hiding your plans from the bear. Because FT Freddy is quick to notice subtle changes in behavior it’s easier to excuse yourself for work reasons than to make up a lie. The worst FT Freddy can do is pester you with non-stop questions and pleadings. If you can settle his curiosity with a couple of hints you could convince him to give you some space till you’re ready. 

You are trapped:  Though a little limited there is enough to make a serviceable gift. The only problem is none of the time away from FT Freddy. It’s already hard enough for him to part from you when you have to use the bathroom, nonetheless making a party for him. FT Freddy himself is quite the delusional fellow so whenever you propose anything to do with being away from him he expects it to be an escape attempt. Getting anything done requires BonBon and Bonnet's assistance. Luckily These cuties are more than willing to give you a hand. It’s going to take a lot of convincing to get Freddy to agree and even more patience when he’s constantly on your tail about it. 

Do be mindful of how much time you have. No matter the situation Freddy will grow more wary from your lack of presence. You wouldn’t want Freddy to snap from the lack of attention. 

“Hello there, Cupcake!” You jump from a sudden shrill voice. It doesn't matter how long you’ve been with the bear, you'll never get used to how stealthy he is for his size. You turn to see him hover over you with his typical Cheshire grin.  His hand puppet happily waved your way mouthing a ‘hi’.

 “You've been a-awfully secretive as of late, w-whatcha up to mmm?” Despite his upbeat attitude, you could hear a hint of impatience in his tone. Finally deciding it was time you tell him to close his eyes. 

“Oh, a s-s-surprise!? Is that what you’ve been p-planning?” His hand flaps in excitement, but he instantly deflates. 

“This isn't a trick, i-is it?” You shake your head. He eyes you before giving in. 

“Oh, alright!” He closes his eyes “W-w-whenever you’re ready, cupcake!” 

Freddy stares at your gift wide-eyed when you present it to him. The only movement he makes is the twitching of his face plates. It’s a little unnerving to see him so speechless.

“I-Is it… really f-for me?” He mutters. Before you can answer, he quickly pulls you into a gentle embrace. You felt the gift slip from your hands but relaxed once you saw Bon Bon had it. You return the embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

“I love you'' Freddy whispers. He shifts but doesn't let you go. Instead, he clings to you tighter. You looked up to meet large, lovestruck eyes fixated on you. 

“I really, really love you, Y/N” ♥️

Oh Boy…

[dommelody]

writing this while listening to "i can't do this"

cw: sub!satoru,public sex, smut,+18,male!reader

satoru gets horny after the mission

"oiii,satoru? where did he go ?"

" as soon as we finished the mission he and y/n just vanished! "

"well,i don't care as long as i can go home now lol bye"

"byee,I'll wait here a bit longer in case they went to the toilet I'm also beat from this mission i need some rest"

"alright, going first then see ya"

"yea see u"

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"H-Heyy slow-ngh d-down fuck~♡"

"satoru? i cant hear you~ what did u say~?"

as soon as u teasingly said that you fastened the pace and your thrusts became harder

"istg you're-ahn d-doing it on purpose w-wait noooo-ahnnn ♡"

"did i hit the spot? hmm~?" saying that while leaning and whispering into his sensitive ear sent shivers down his spine.

"i-i dunno-ohh~ ♡"

"stop acting like a brat and answer me"

you then pushed ur dick as deep as possible in his soaking wet hole which made him moan loud and roll his eyes back trying to process the amount of pleasure you are giving him.

"...ood"

"hmm?"

"i-it f-f-feels good~♡ ur dick feels so fucking good nghh~"

at this point you knew better than anyone that when satoru starts talking like this it means that his mind now is only full by u . ur dick pleasuring him to be exact. you felt him tighten around your cock which means he was on the verge of coming so, like the teasing and mean person you are ,u purposely slowed down the pace .

however to ur surprise satoru couldn't take ur torturing anymore and decided to shamelessly rock his hips back and forth trying to reach his high.

u couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sight in front of u then u went as deep as possible again with only one rough push.

"this is what u want?"

"harder~♡"

"u slutty sorcerer seducing me to this empty toilet right after our mission i guess all u were thinking about was my cock eh"

satoru responded while struggling with each word to form because he was a moaning and a panting mess :"but i-ngh i couldn't help it i suddenly felt super horn-!!!??"

"hello? anyone here? satoru san ? y/n ? did they just leave me and went home?"

right before satoru was about to cum you got interrupted by the other sorcerer that finished the mission with u you were inside the toilet stall so he didnt notice u

satoru whispers to u :"hey what do we do now ?"

even at this moment you couldn't help but look at satoru who was trying to stop his heavy breathing or else he will get caught. looking at his red nape full with your kiss marks made you even harder inside him which made him twitch and give you a glare to stop whatever ur doing

but who can even endure this sexy man in front of him blush reaching his back and ears and that ass that keeps clenching on you because he was about to cum before being interrupted

he turned looking at you with trembling voice :"s-stop it"

"f/n? did u not go home?"

"oh u were here after all i was waiting for u where is satoru san ?"

"u idiot!!w-what ? mmm♡ f-fuck u"

as soon as u told ur friend that u were inside the stall u started to thrust inside satoru making him choke a moan and precum dripping on the stall's door

"oh satoru? hmm i dunno where he is "

saying that while being balls deep inside him while sliding a hand to tease his nipples making it harder for satoru as it is already

suddenly satoru's phone start vibrating inside his pocket

the vibrations made him clench into ur cock so hard as if he was milking u

"huh isn't this satoru's phone? i know his ringtone"

as soon as satoru heared the sorcerer outside the stall the fear of getting caugh turning into pleasure since he wasn't in his right state of mind making him cum all over the door and some got on his underwear at this point it became torture for u as well u put ur hand into his mouth and flushed the toilet to make some noize to cover the last thrusts's sounds into his already wet ass making u cum inside him while biting his nape and covering his mouth to suppress the moans from both of u at this point satoru was coming for the second time but this time he had a dry orgasm since he had already came seconds ago

"haaa- i-ngh i told u to stop fucking me after i come im sensitive fuck-"

"f/n satoru left his phone with me but i think he forgot it and just went home u can go back home too i thing i got a stomachache im not getting out soon *fake crying*"

"omfg lol thats lame ok ok im going home then see u around"

"yea byee"

as soon as he left satoru sat on the toilet trying to cool down after the intense sex u had

"ur unbelievable what if he had found up"

"he wont be able to because he is oblivious af plus stop acting tough u also liked it no? *sliding finger on his lower stomach*"

he just turns his face away and u can see his face red u giggled and said "next time u ask for my cock be ready for the consequences satoru♡"

[stxrr-strxckk]

"Trust me darling, I'm not the man you think I am." part  II

Work rivals to lovers with Carmen Berzatto. (read part I here!!)

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x fem!reader

Synopsis: Maybe Carmy's work crush isn't as one sided as he thought...

Any warnings?: Not very proofread writing, cursing, and some innuendos

What's that on the record player?: Pretty girls make graves; The smiths

The only thing Carmy thinks about when walking into the kitchen is himself. Things like how he's going to smoke everyone in that damn kitchen like they were a pack of cigs on a smoke break. He'd make sure they knew he was the best, and there was nothing they could do about it. He was a man on a mission, laser focused on whatever he had to cook for that night. Nothing could get in his way.

Except you.

You, with the loud mouth and messy station and attitude like no other. If you weren't somehow royally fucking up another one of Carmy's dishes or moods, it was because you two were in a screaming match in the back of the kitchen.

So of course it's natural of him to be watching your every move, making sure that whatever the hell is going on in that brain, that it doesn't fuck up his routine like it has so many goddamn times in the past.

Right?

Yes, it's perfectly normal for him to spend every minute of his job, the one he worked so hard to get, ignoring everything but you. Hey, he's just being prepared. How else to make sure you're not getting in the way of his perfectly planned out station?

But lately? Carmen was beginning to realize his staring was a bit more than just a precaution.

God, ever since that fucking lamb he couldn't keep his eyes off you. That memory lived rent free in his mind 24/7, and he found his consciousness drifting there every free second he had.

Especially with what happened with the mint jelly.

"What about the mint jelly?" Carmy felt a little jolt go through his body. The look on your face, so innocent and pure. Something in him wanted to ruin it, make you feel the sin that covered his body. The hope in your eyes and the smile threatening to curve onto your gorgeous lips was enough for him to give in to your demands.

"Fuck, really? Yeah. Fuck. Let's do this." He could feel himself smiling, and you soon return the favor. How could you not? Carmen rarely smiled, but when he did? You had to admit, it was adorable. There was a child-like, naive charm about that grin. He was like a little kid again, and you just wanted to hug him in that moment.

"Great! Yeah, let's uh, let's go over here, and you can show me how to do this. Properly." God, were you really being nice to Carmen Berzatto? Fuck, what kind of demon had possessed you tonight?

You follow Carmy as he shuffles towards your station once again. He grabs the pan holding your runny jelly, grabbing a nearby spoon to taste. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. It was embarassing, really. Here was probably the best chef in all of New York-and he was taking time out of his shift to help you make a fucking jelly.

As he takes the spoon in his mouth, Carmy can feel his eyes widen. While yes, the consistency was off- it was barely even jelly, anymore, the taste was there. And it wasn't even half bad.

"Mmm," he savors the flavor, and you look at him anxiously. "That," he points to the pan. "is good shit."

"Really?" you let out a sigh of relief, and Carmy nods. The look on your face makes him want to smile again. Your bright eyes and wide smile have him thinking one thing: cute.

"Yeah, uh, I mean- it's not perfect. Definitely not perfect. Like, it's all runny and shit- and that's-that's not good. But the flavor is spot on. It's- it's fire." he replies, wiping the corner of his mouth on his sleeve before setting down the spoon.

"Thanks." you say awkwardly, gazing down at the floor. You hate to admit you're scared to meet his piercing blue gaze.

"Damn." Carmy says, placing his hands on his hips. "At least I know why they haven't fired you yet."

And just like that, Old Carmy's back.

"What do you mean, why they haven't fired me yet?" You inquire, looking up at him with slight annoyance. "Are you questioning my ability?"

"What? Oh fuck- no. No. Not at all." he stammers, trying to recover. "I just meant that- while the taste is good, the presentation is sloppy, which isn't- it's not what most restaurants want. So it's like, surprising if you haven't tasted the food that you're still around. But- but I tasted the food, and- you know what, I guess I was wrong."

"Wow, Carmen Berzatto admitting he's wrong? That's shocking, considering how fucking stubborn you are." you retort. Thank god, you were beginning to get worried that maybe you were a total asshole to this guy for no reason. But nope, you were right. Carmen's a dick.

"I- how am I stubborn? How? Give me one- one fucking example of me being stubborn. I fuckin' dare you." he raises his voice, and you take a step towards him.

"Gee, let me think. How about every fuckin' day, not taking any suggestions from anyone because you think we're all fucking below you?"

"Okay, okay- first of all, I don't think you're below me-"

"Then how come you never take anything I say seriously? It's like-"

"Don't fuckin' interrupt me, I'm trying to explain myself- if you'd let me-"

"Hey, maybe I wouldn't be interrupting you if you fucking listened to me every once in a while-"

"Maybe I'd listen if you had good ideas-"

"What, like your ideas are better than mine?"

"You know what, yeah! And my dishes are too, bitch!"

"The fuck are you saying about my dishes? You saying I'm a bad chef?"

"Actually- yeah! Yeah, I am saying that! You're a bad chef! You. Are. A. Bad-"

"Oh fuck off, Carmy!"

"Make me! Fuckin-"

"Last time I checked, this was MY station! So how about you leave me the fuck alone, Carmen?"

"I'm only over here 'cause you needed my help so goddamn badly! That lamb was fucking so raw I could hear it fuckin' bleatin' still!"

"I didn't ASK you to help! You just fuckin- sauntered over like some macho man-"

Ah, classic Carmen. Back to bickering with everyone he knew. Especially you. The other chefs start to gather around, watching your argument with the bastard. You two were leaned so close together, faces inches from the other's as you two screamed at each other.

"...Yeah, I said it, and I fucking meant it! And I'll say it again! You're a fuckin'-"

"HEY!"

Your voice fell silent, as well as Carmen's. The group of chef's surrounding you two turned, revealing a head chef who didn't look too pleased.

"Back to work everyone. This is a kitchen, not a preschool. Leave the fights for the playground."

That seemed to end it, and the crowd dispersed. You stared at where the crowd once stood, but Carmy snapped you back to reality.

"Back alley. Now."

You followed him, confused. Why were you going to the alley? To argue more? Or maybe he had something else planned. You shivered at the thought of him pushing you up against the brick wall, trapping you between his strong arms and doing whatever he wanted to you. You wish you didn't enjoy the idea.

As you left the kitchen, coat in hand, cold night air greeted your skin. It was accompanied by the smell of smoke. Carmy leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a lighter in his right hand.

He glanced over at you, and raised his eyebrows. "Cig?" he offered the pack to you, and you shook your head.

"Smoking kills, you know." You shiver, and he shrugs.

"Why do you think I do it?"

"God, that was a stupid ass line." you laugh, rubbing your arms to try and warm them up. Curse these New York winters. You looked towards Carmy again, wondering the hell he could survive without a jacket on in his freezing weather.

"You cold?" he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"No shit, sherlock. Great observation."

He chuckles, seemingly a lot more cooled down thanks to the nicotine.

You two sit in silence for a minute, before he speaks again.

"I got a coat, you want it?"

You freeze, contemplating both your shock and your answer. Why was he being so nice? Carmy's usually the biggest asshole in New York, maybe even the united states. But here he is, offering you his coat like it's some kind of first date? Fuck, it's kinda sweet.

You nod, teeth chattering. You figure no harm done; it was either this or freeze to death on the streets of New York. Carmy takes a final puff of his cigarette, before dropping it and putting it out with his shoe. He heads back inside, returning with a heavy winter jacket. He puts it around your shoulders, and you start to feel warmer.

"Thanks." you say. He doesn't reply, enjoying the background noise of the busy New York streets. You decide this is as good a time as ever to cool down, let off some steam. You had to admit, it did get heated in there. You regretted some of the things you said, but there was no way in hell you'd admit that to him.

"Sorry I called you a bitch."

"What?" you laugh. There's no way Carmen Berzatto just apologized. He never apologizes for anything, but now he's saying sorry to you? Of all people, you?

"I said I'm sorry I called you a bitch. Wasn't cool on my end."

"... Apology accepted." you reply awkwardly, trying not to smile. It was oddly sweet of him to actually say sorry for once. "Sorry I said you were an asshole."

"Nothing I haven't heard before." he shrugged. "Plus, you weren't wrong. I was being an asshole."

"Glad you noticed." a laugh escapes your throat. Carmy feels himself blush, but maybe it's just the cold biting at his cheeks.

"So, should we head back inside?" you offered. "I don't know about you, but I'm freezing to death."

"Yeah, sure." he agrees. "You go first, I'm gonna wait out here a bit longer." he adds, watching as you rush back inside, to the heated kitchen.

"Fuck..." is all he manages to say, staring up at the dark sky. It started snowing, he noted. There was already some piled around from the last few days, but this one seemed different. This was one to enjoy. This was one for friends, for family, for lovers.

He wished you'd stayed out here with him.

A/n: Chapter 2 of my work rivals fic is DONE! Hope y'all like it, I'm pretty invested in this series. Tell me if you've got any ideas on what should happen next! Remember to reblog, like, follow, and send in requests! XX, Starr!

Wordcount: 1,885

[jayparked]

hii, can you do 50 & 119 sunghoon please 😺 thankyou, and i rrreeallyyyy love your work sooo much 🫶🏻🫶🏻

"Mmm! Oh my god, Sunghoon!" You moan into your boyfriend's large hand that covers your drooling mouth.

"Quiet baby," he chuckles as he rams his cock deeper into your cunt, "don't make too many noises or we'll get caught."

"That's part of the thrill." You laugh as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His other arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you against the bathroom counter while your back continues to arch further and further the more his length abuses your hole.

"You want everyone to hear how good I'm making you feel? Hmm? Want everyone to know this cock belongs to you?"

"Yes! Please!" you cry out right as Sunghoon's hips adjust ever so slightly, now ramming your sensitive spot over and over again at a relentless pace.

You feel yourself getting close to your release, Sunghoon's hand long forgetting your mouth after your proclamation and now presses gently against the base of your neck. His long fingers wrap around your throat like a necklace you never want to take off. And the way your body starts to tremble in his grasp only encourages him more.

Sunghoon continues to slam into you as fast and hard as he can, forgetting about chasing his own high and instead marveling at all the pretty sounds coming from your constricted throat. Tears have started to trickle down the side of your cheeks as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Every time you try you just feel them roll towards the back of your head, any sense of thought or comprehension has long left your brain as your boyfriend continues to fuck you dumb.

But Sunghoon isn't done with you yet.

“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.” He moves his hand from your throat and grabs a fistful of your hair, turning you to the mirror hanging above the sink. His pace slows, letting you relish in the way he kisses along your neck down to your shoulder.

"Fuck, Sunghoon I'm-" Before you can even finish your sentence white heat rips throughout your entire body and you fall forward in a desperate attempt to grip the sink counter. Sunghoon chuckles as he catches you in his strong arms as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"There's my pretty girl," he moans with a kiss to your shoulder blade.

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[zorrasucia]

"Just sleeping and fucking all day," I AM DEAD!!! and i revived just to BEG you to expand on this please i just love them so much 😭

I'm so glad you liked it, Anon! I came up with something but I'm like 90% sure it's not what you were asking for - I aimed to write more smut and it turned into saccharine fluff somehow. I apologize. Rest assured that the next update for this fic is business as usual, very spicy and contains Carmy finally ******* ****** :)

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene 2.0

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] Deleted Scene: [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (1k)

Tags: Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Smut, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Domesticity

"Hey, baby," Carmy mumbled with a smile, rolling over in bed and looking at you with sleepy eyes.

You had padded into the room and leaned over to kiss his neck, waking him up from his third nap of the day. In between, you had fucked - slow and loving, then quick and hard, then a mix of both. You felt tired in the best way - and still somehow you wanted him. But you could wait.

"Shhh. I'm not here for another round," you soothed, moving a lock of hair out of his face. "Got us some pizza," you settled across from him, laying the box between you.

He sat up and ogled you shamelessly. You were wearing jeans and one of his shirts, your nipples showing through the white fabric.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he shook his head and focused on the slice of pizza you handed him instead.

"I mean," you gestured at him, his naked torso and satisfied smirk, "likewise, Carm."

You shared a hungry look while taking a bite of pepperoni. He broke first, looking up at the ceiling, away from you.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Mmm?" you nudged his leg with your foot.

"You come like two, three times when I can only do one and be just useless..." he blushed, curiosity tinting his skin. "I was just wondering what that was like, if all women were like that."

You smiled. Sometimes you forgot that he was a virgin before you.

"A lot of women can, uh, come multiple times," you explained. "If it's done properly, if you work for it," you cleared your throat. "Some women can't come at all."

"That sounds, uh-" Carmy struggled.

"Miserable?" you supplied and he nodded. "It can be. But sex isn't always about coming, you know? It's about being close and getting to know each other."

Carmy hummed pensively.

Just now, between one round and the next you had fallen asleep still intertwined, spent, his arms around your waist and his softening cock inside you. It was nice, to be so close with zero expectations of it going anywhere.

"What've you learned about me? With sex, I mean," he asked, his blue eyes wide.

"That you're giving, uh, determined, a fast learner," you pondered for a minute while you chewed. "A bit of a control freak but we knew that from before," he chuckled. "And you think you don't deserve good shit, even though you do."

"Pretty spot on," he let out a shaky breath.

You caressed his calf over the bedsheets. It felt strange to be talking about this but it had been a fucking weird day, and discussing orgasms with Carmy while eating pizza fit right in.

"You're a great fuck, Carm," you said softly. "And that takes patience and care and- I love that you want to make me feel good. I do," his gaze was downward and you reached for his hand. "I just don't want you to think you need to be perfect for me here too, you know? There's no pressure."

Carmy nodded and his eyes met yours, he gave you a soft smile.

"Thanks," he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Then his smile turned mischievous. "Just to be sure, you do like coming though?" he looked for confirmation, head tilted.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Obviously, yeah," you poked at his side and reached for another slice of pizza. "I'm just saying there's no pressure, okay?"

"Okay," he took a big bite of crust. "You didn't answer my question from before," he prompted, raising his eyebrows. "How does it feel?"

"Uh. Well, you don't know how good it's going to be until you're coming. Sometimes it slows down, becomes softer. Or you get halfway through the next and get stuck there," you shrugged. "Sometimes it builds up, becomes more intense each time-"

"Like the last one?" he asked.

You blushed - the memory of him on top of you, his chain dangling near your mouth, his hands holding your wrists above your head, taking up all your thoughts. He had fucked you through your first orgasm until you saw stars and your moans turned into cries of pleasure.

"Exactly like that," you replied bashfully like it wasn't you that had begged him to keep going and fuck you harder.

"How many have you done?" Carmy asked after a while.

"Huh?"

"How many times you've come in a row?" he repeated, that calculating look back on his face. "What's the max?"

"I don't know, five?" you laughed nervously. "I think you're getting the wrong message from this, Carm."

"No, I know," he shook his head. "I was guessing we could start with all that 'no pressure' thing tomorrow. And I think I still have one more round left in me today, so..."

"What the fuck, Carm?" you giggled.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding how flustered you were.

"I'm serious," he said, amusement still showing in his tone. You finally uncovered your face and looked at him. He was smiling but he wasn't joking. "I don't know how to be calm," he explained. "I don't know how to fucking relax and be normal. I never have. Being with you- That's the closest I've come to that," he said softly. You cupped his face tenderly. "But sometimes it gets so crazy that the only thing I know I can do well is make you feel good. That's why I can be a control freak and competitive and insane..."

You shushed him.

"You're fine, baby," you caressed Carmy's shoulders, scooting closer to him. "I love that you're all those things. I just- You push yourself to the limit. You can hurt yourself trying to make everything perfect," your thumb traced the edge of the dark circles around his eyes - all from early mornings and late nights at The Bear. "I don't want to be that for you - another weight, another thing that needs to be perfect."

"You're not," he whispered. "You've never been that, okay?"

"Okay," you sighed and surged forward to kiss him, his face between your palms.

Even after the kiss was over you stayed there, your forehead on his, and your noses touching.

"So," you said after a while, "how about we finish this," you pointed at the pizza, "and watch a movie?"

You had learned that watching a movie with Carmy was shorthand for a nap on the couch since he was always so fucking tired.

He chuckled against your mouth.

"I think I can manage that," he replied, guiding you by the hand to the living room.

~

[Part 8]

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@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

[arminsumi]

omgg i love ur writing broo it has my giggling, kicking my feet n shi and the fact that u also do fem black readers OMG I LOVE U anyways putting my appreciation aside, what abt nerdy freaky armin (if u havent already ofcc) like u cant tell me that man is FREAKYY (i ❤️ freaks)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

A/N: you are the cutest patoodiest 💗 mwa thank u sweetiepie! and ur absolutely right UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! yk what they say it's alwaysss the quiet nerdy ones!! 🥰

Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: Min's the nerdy valedictorian with a freaky side 🥰

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, SMUT, this isn't fully proofread 👀, sub.Armin/some light dom.Armin, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader, dirty talk, public sex (library, during class), facial, handjob (reader giving), oral (reader giving), light humiliation/degradation, bondage (blindfolding, tying hands), mean names (freak, loser), creaming in his pants, hair pulling kink, slapping kink, begging, toys (vibrator), use me kink (or whatever it's called), lmk if i missed some i was in a freaky state of mind while writing lmfao

♪ spice up your life come and get a freak

Min is the quiet blond boy that sits next to you every chance he can get. He follows you like a puppy from class to class, trying his best to interest you — the pretty popular girl of his wet dreams — with every nerdy topic that comes to mind.

Yes he's blabbing your ear off about the importance of maths, but really he's thinking about what what color panties you wear. Do you prefer lace or plain? What's your favorite position? Do you prefer backshots? Missionary? Full Nelson? Mating press?

You wouldn't suspect the school's valedictorian to have such a nasty mind.

He just can't wait 'till you give him a taste. He knows you will 'cause he's been so good to you, always helping you study for tests and even taking notes for you when you're skipping class. He's been such a help.

The first time is his fantasy come true; you jerked him under the desk during a lecture. He shuddered n tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but how could he with your fingers wrapped so tightly around his pulsing cock? :( The poor boy came in his pants and enjoyed every second of it, even when he had to embarrassedly excuse himself after class to 'tend to an emergency'.

He loves when you make his glasses fog up from how hot his face is and how heavy he's breathing. He loves when you make them slide down the bridge of his pretty nose, mouth hanging open while you make out with his cock in the library.

That all started because he asked you "can you k-kiss my cock?"

Now he melts and falls apart, desperately muffling his moans by biting down on his thin textbook. When he's close he grabs a fistful of your hair n tugs your head back, pulling you off his cock with a sloppy pop — starting to jerk himself over your face.

"C-can I cum on your face?" he pants, already deciding that he would regardless of what you say. He had to see his milky white cum painting your face.

"Oh? You're a fucking freak," you giggle sweetly, sending a rush through his body, "Of course you can cum on my face."

He absolutely folds when you call him a freak. He lives for the moments you expose his kinks, too.

Of course he's into bondage, why wouldn't he be 🙄 he loves using a neat silk tie as a blindfold... on himself, not you. He squirms and whines and pleads, "Let me see you, please."

Don't forget to cuff him to your bed and milk him nicely!

If you wanna get him achingly hard and sensitive for you, you gotta degrade him :( call him a freak, call him pathetic, call him a loser, humiliate him for cumming in his pants, tell him he's your toy.

And if you wanna make him cum loads then you should consider indulging in his slapping kink — his hair pulling kink — everything. He just wants the popular girl to pull his hair while she rides his cock like a toy.

"Please please please use me — use my cock like your toy n' call me a loser again. Please! Mmm yes yes yes I'm pathetic for you, Y/n ~ " he has the cutest high pitched moans.

He also begs you to use your vibrating toys on his cock :( <3

Speaking of begging... he is always, always begging. Pawing at your skirt to get your attention, eyes pleading for you to sneak off with your favorite loser so you can squeeze in a quickie before class.

Poor nerdy Armin just wants you to fuck him 'till his glasses slip right off, 'till his cock hurts, 'till you wring him dry of all his cum — is that too much to ask for?

[josephseedismyfather]

Kinktober 2024 - Dirty Talk

Evangeline & Joseph 💛

Hey friends! It's been a minute since I've been able to share some writing. I had grand ambitions to complete an entire Kinktober list, and I still think I will, it'll just take longer than I was hoping. Shouldn't be surprised, I am the world's slowest writer.

Will be throwing under the cut, because MINORS DNI. This isn't as heavy as it could be. But still. Please do not interact if you're a minor.

Prompt from this post.

"It's just... I miss you," Evangeline purred over the line, a melodious song that resonated in Joseph’s chest even through the cheap handset. He squeezed his eyes shut, picturing her face. Her beauty was an ethereal thing, a delicate balance of innocence and fire, her deep blue eyes reflecting a captivating and slightly unnerving strength.

"God guides us," his voice a gravelly rumble, "We are all connected, Evangeline. Even when we are apart."

"I know, Joseph," she replied, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. "But it's been so long since we’ve seen each other…" Her voice was like honeyed wine, intoxicating. He could feel it starting to work its way under his skin, could hear the tease in her tone, the way she knew exactly what to say to stoke the fire that burned just beneath the surface.

He said nothing, though a pulse of heat throbbed in his chest. A flicker of desire he tried to extinguish. The memory of the last time he touched her burned brightly, his body tightening as he thought of how soft her skin was.

“Mmm,” she hummed softly, her voice low, as though tasting his discomfort. “Always so composed. Always so in control. But I bet, if I were there with you…you wouldn’t be.”

Joseph’s breath hitched despite himself, eyes falling shut once more as he tried to center himself. She was temptation incarnate, and she knew it. His silence only seemed to embolden her.

But her voice was seductive, reaching him in ways that sermons and scripture never could. "You don’t have to resist, you know. Not with me. I just want you." The last word lingered in the air between them, thick with promise, with sin. "Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to give in? Just once? To let yourself feel something other than duty?"

His jaw tightened, fingers curling around the receiver, knuckles going white. He shook his head, though she couldn’t see it. "I cannot."

"I think you’ve been dreaming about me. Thinking about me. I bet you think about my lips when you close your eyes at night. About what I could do to you if you let me."

He imagined her, naked and trembling beneath him, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like a raven's wing. The heat rose in his throat, making it impossible to swallow. "Evangeline, please," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. "Don't tempt me with such things."

"I'm not tempting you, Joseph," she said, her voice a silken caress. "I'm simply asking you to be honest with yourself."

He clenched his jaw, her words a firestorm in his mind. He wanted her. He wanted to be consumed by her, to lose himself in the heat of their embrace. "Evangeline," he whispered, a guttural rasp. "I..."

"Do you feel nothing for me?"

A wave of longing washed over him, so powerful it almost knocked him off his chair. "Of course I do, Evangeline," he breathed, his voice rough with restraint. "You know this."

There was a smile in her voice now, teasing, tempting. "You want to. You know how good it would feel, Joseph. To let go. To let me have you." Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, and every word seemed to stroke the fire he tried so hard to keep buried. "I bet you’d be so… hungry for it. All that control you hold so tightly, it would just… melt away. I bet I could make you feel things you’ve never allowed yourself to feel before. All you have to do is say the word."

Joseph’s breath came a little quicker now. He could feel his resolve slipping, just a little, like a stone beginning to roll down a hill, picking up speed. "Stop," he said, his voice quieter now, coarse around the edges. "You don’t understand."

"I understand more than you think," she murmured. "I know you’re tired of being the Father all the time. Of holding everything together, of always having to be so… perfect. It must be exhausting. Just imagine, for once, you let yourself be free. Imagine my hands on you, my lips… Imagine me doing everything you've been thinking about but refuse to say."

A shudder ran through him. He could picture it now, too clearly. Her touch, her lips, her body against his… He felt the heat rise in his chest, burning away the last vestiges of his control. His mouth was dry, his pulse pounding in his ears. He had been holding back, but not just words. Desire, temptation—things he had buried under the weight of his duty. His mission required absolute control, and yet here she was, prying open the lock he had sealed so tightly.

He turned away from the window as if the sight of the compound could tether him to his faith, his purpose. But it was her voice—sultry and knowing—that filled his head now, drowning out the righteousness. He inhaled sharply. "I am not a man to be swayed by lust," he muttered, though the words were starting to sound hollow, even to him.

Her laughter was soft. "Oh, but you are, Joseph. I can hear it in your voice. You think about me, don’t you? How I’d look, kneeling in front of you. You imagine me with my lips around you, don’t you?"

Joseph closed his eyes, letting out a slow, controlled breath, though it did little to steady him now. The images her words conjured were sharp and vivid. He could see her, just as she described—on her knees, her lips parted, teasing him with those soft, full lips. That pink lipstick she always wore, smudged against his skin. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure.

"You’re trying to lead me astray, woman," he said, his voice harsh now, nearly trembling. His resistance was thin, fraying at the edges.

"I’m not leading you anywhere you don’t want to go," Evangeline whispered. “I want to feel your hands wrapped in my hair, your fingers wanting to pull me closer as my lips brush against the tip of you, my tongue circling, eager for a taste. I want you to lose control with me."

"Stop it, Evangeline," he choked out, his voice gruff with a hunger he couldn’t hide.

“Stop what, Joseph? Stop making you think about how my hips would squirm being so close to you? Stop making you consider how my fingers would trace those scars on your stomach?” she asked, the question a dangerous game. “It’s all I think about when I’m away from you, Joseph.”

He felt his heart pounding in his chest, the beat mimicking the rhythm of his desire. “I…” he started, the single syllable a surrender, a declaration of his longing. He leaned back against the chair, a shiver of anticipation snaking down his spine. Letting the sensation wash over him, he pictured her as she spoke. His body hummed with need. “Evangeline,” he breathed, her name a sigh on his lips, the weight of it heavy on his tongue.

She knew. He heard it in the rustle of her breath over the phone, in the knowing inflection of her reply. “Joseph, my darling.”

There was a pause, a long silence on the line, as Joseph wrestled with himself. "I want you. I…I need you." A confession.

The words came out a low growl, torn from somewhere deep inside him, a place he had locked away for so long. And as soon as they were spoken, a floodgate opened.

A soft gasp, her breath quickening on the other end. He could almost see it—her eyes wide, her mouth trembling, her body yielding to his command.

“I would wear my hair down for you. I know you like that,” Evangeline whispered, barely able to contain herself. “Perhaps we’d be in your office, hidden from prying eyes. Me, on my knees, looking up at you. You can see the devotion I have for you.”

His pulse pounding in his ears, Joseph shifted in his chair.

She pushed on. “My hands tugging your shirt from your pants, cool fingers against your stomach. Your ‘lust’ scar. Don’t you want to show me your sin, Joseph? I’m beginning to wonder if it’s true.”

The pout at the edge of her voice immediately made him hard, his erection straining against the zipper of his pants. “Go on.”

Her laugh was teasing, with a hint of victory. “I’d unbuckle your belt, push your pants down just enough to touch you. Wrap my fingers around your cock. Don’t you think my nails would look so pretty as I stroked you?”

Her words were like a siren's call, pulling him toward the forbidden depths of his desires. His hips pushed up into his hand before he realized what he was doing, yanking it away quickly.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Joseph could hear the smirk in her voice, “my lips would be on you quickly. Pressing kisses along you before I take you within my mouth. Your eyes on me as I slowly take all of you, inch by inch, until I can’t take anymore. Moaning around you, my mouth so wet and warm and begging for you to fuck it. You would, wouldn’t you?”

Her voice a smoldering ember, Joseph groaned, losing himself in the details. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

“You would. You’d gather my hair in your fist and push hard into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat,” her moan was quiet but unmistakable. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, sparking and burning through him.

Her laughter was low, and wicked, sending a shiver through him. “I’m so wet just talking about it, Joseph. I want to feel your hands on me, rough and demanding, pushing me down, holding me where you want me.”

The images her words painted were so visceral that he could almost feel her body giving in to his strength. His voice was thick with desire, trembling with the weight of his need for her. "I want to see you, hear you, feel you. I want to take you apart piece by piece until you're begging for more."

Her breath caught on the other end of the line, and he could feel the power shift, feel her own control slipping away now, just as his had. The game had turned, and for the first time, he was the one in control.

“Joseph,” Evangeline breathed, the sound of his name on her lips like gasoline to the fire already blazing inside him. “I want you to take me apart.”

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