#I had to go out in a regular bra the other day and I felt *very exposed*

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

→ premise: at the club where you danced it wasn’t unusual for you to have regulars, they were normally gross married men but there was one regular that stood out from the rest, your favorite. a grumpy ‘business’ man with a black metal arm.

→ pairing: mob!bucky barnes x dancer!fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, lap dance, choking, grinding/dry humping, nicknames [sweetness, sugar, princess], reader calls bucky mr. barnes & james, whore is used in a derogatory way once at reader, violent language used once, mention of a gun + description of it aimed at someone, mob!bucky but he’s described more as a ‘bussiness’ man sooo, and reader is described as dancing sexually for/on men.

→ a/n: kinktober 15

You were Bucky's favorite.

Now he’d never visited many clubs like yours for anything other than business meetings. The men he was making deals with often picked the spots, he merely indulged their requests so they'd be more willing to fulfill his and do business with him. After a client requests they meet at your club ‘the spades’ however he finds himself coming far more often than just his everyday dealings. All for the pretty little dancer wearing black and gold on stage.

Bucky swears the moment he laid eyes on you, that you were made for him. He made an arrangement with the owner to allow him to do his work out of the club sometimes. Part of that deal included that everytime he came in, he’d request you. If you weren't working that day he told the other dancers not to bother him, he wanted you, only you. And when you were busy the owner tried offering him the services of another dancer for the time being. Bucky simply threw the combined money it was to pay for his session and pay for the gentlemen’s session you were with to end. “I want her, just her” he explained leaning back against the cushioned bench in a private room he often occupied paying the other dancer no mind as she huffed lightly and walked away.

Unbeknownst to Bucky, you had taken note of which days he’d come in to do business and started to request those days to work instead of your regular schedule. Happily indulging the mysterious man's request for you everytime. The other girls were often pissy at you for it, not understanding why he never requested any of them. He was a very attractive man, far more attractive than any of your usual grimy regulars that they had to deal with. He often tipped you far above the price for a dance session as well, slipping a few extra hundreds into your bra with a cocky smirk.

The cycle has been going on for around 4 almost 5 months now and as each week has passed you learnt more and more about him. First it was basic stuff like his age and his name even his birthday as he came to the club on the day for it.

“You’re the only birthday present I need sugar” his face holding that signature cocky smirk although under his usual deep sometimes sarcastic tone you could hear the sincerity. “Guess I’ve gotta treat ya’ extra special for tonight’s dance huh?” You smile in return trying to ignore your heart skipping a beat.

Then eventually you learned things like how he always was packing a piece everywhere he went, but you had never felt it before cause he takes it off before you come to him. You learned where he kept it when one drunk guy got too aggressive with you when you tried ending his session because Bucky had walked in. The guy was pulling you back to him with an extra hard grip on your arm.

“Uh- sir you're not allowed to grab the dancers..” you explain, a slight edge to your voice you were nervous. He was grumbling something about how you weren't done and if he was gonna pay that much for a whore to dance then she should at least finish. You couldn't tell as it was all coming out a gargled slurred mess. Bucky had come over to break it up, or well break it up his way. Pulling his gun out on the guy, pointing it towards his head as he rested a hand on your lower back. “If you don‘t let go of her in the next few seconds, your brains are gonna be splattered across the stage and that dancer's feet up there. Do we understand each other?” He explained in an oddly calm tone, everybody else in the club was frozen, even the owner and the guards, they all knew not to mess with Bucky. Safe to say the man let go and hadn’t come back to your club after that. And you tried your hardest not to let bucky feel the fact your core was soaking wet as you danced on him after that altercation. He could very much tell, it was hard not to and it sent an ache straight to his cock, he loved that him protecting you and threatening the man got you all riled up.

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You were currently dancing up on the long runway stage that ran down the middle of the club, sexy slow music that was playing filled the room alongside drunk men hooting and hollering at you. As you bent over at the waist rolling your hips and showing off your plump ass to the crowd earning you even louder wolf whistles you notice Bucky walk in. The end of the stage facing the front door, you smile lightly. You tried to push it down but an odd happiness always filled your body when he came in, maybe it was just because he was more entertaining than any of your other regulars or the fact he was sweet on you. You didn't know what it was but you’d much rather entertain him than the hammered bachelor party that was sitting as close as they could be to the stage.

Snapping back up facing away from the group of men you walk back up the stage with a sway in your hips making your way off it. Bucky secretly loved it every time you’d leave what you were doing to come to him, he was your priority the second he’d walk in and you made the other customers know it. Grabbing a hold of his hand you drag him along behind you still swaying your hips softly in rhythm with the music.

Bucky never let anyone tell him what to do ever, let alone drag him anywhere but he swears you hypnotize him with your hips rocking side to side. If you asked him to in that sweet tone of yours while batting your eyelashes at him he’d kill someone, anyone in a heartbeat. You barely even have to drag him along as you make your way towards the private room he always used, using your grip however to pull him in the room, closing the curtain and placing him down on the velvet cushioned seat.

“Always know just what I want the second I walk in huh sweetness?” He coos, his eyes roaming your body as you sway around in front him giving him a whole 360 view of your skimpy outfit. You were wearing black and gold again, you wore the combination of colors more often once you noticed the fact it matched his metal prosthetic as well as when he told you they were his favorite colors on you.

“Of course Mr. Barnes” you smile at him, slowly making your way closer resting your mancuried hands down on his thighs running them up painfully slow. “I told you that ya’ can call me James, princess” he tsks and slightly shakes his head as his body relaxes under your touch. Bending over you lean in closer, your face inches away from his, his whiskey and cool mint breath wafting through your nose and your addictive perfume filling Buckys. “Okay Jamesss..” you drag out his name giving it an emphasis that makes his cock ache as it falls past your lips and his breath hitch in his throat. You smirk and spin your body around to continue dancing and rub your ass lightly over his thighs as your hands grip onto them. Slowly you snap back up to stand straight in front of him, your body between his now spread out thighs. Running your hands along your body as you dance, down your sides and over your ass as your hips move and whine. His hands brush over your hips and up your sides as you dance on his lap, even brushing over yours, goosebumps rising on your skin under his touch.

Swaying and spinning around again before you get too lost in his touch, making him drop his hands you turn to face him as you make your way closer again. Placing your knee down besides his large body you push your weight up and put your other knee down on the other side of him so your body is hovering over his lap. Leaning against the back of the bench he smirks as your hips gyrate and sway over his lap. Needing to feel your body and your skin under his hands again he grabs ahold of your waist pushing you down further onto his lap. “Might as well sit where ya’ belong sugar” he chuckles lightly, his hands not letting go of your hips as you keep on dancing on his lap. Hips grinding and body moving in tune to the music yet you were practically dry humping him now. Your hands push at his chest as you continue dancing, trying your hardest to not think about how good it feels to be almost grinding your cunt against his cock.

This isn't how you were meant to be dancing on him, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be touching you as much as he was and yet from the moment he shook hands with the owner and made that deal those rules never applied to him. His right hand slowly drifts up your side over your chest and up towards your neck. Your eyes are locked with his as he wraps his fingers around your neck. You have to bite your lip to stop a whine slipping out, his grip not hard yet tight enough that you lose a bit of oxygen and your head starts to spin.

His jeans thighten as his cock throbs in his denim prison, “Fuck princess, wish we had far more privacy than this stupid curtain” he growls out. Your hips grind down harder against him in response, your core aching for pleasure now as your eyes screw shut. Bucky lets go of your neck only to grab ahold of your chin pulling your face down close to his. You’ve come to know that when he grabs your face he wants you to pay attention, pulling you closer almost like it's a secret. You open your eyes, your pupils so big there's barely a ring of their beautiful color left around them as you look at him. He smirks, dropping his voice to a whisper. “How much for you to just quit this dumb club and be my little personal dancer huh sweetness?” He asks, a cocky yet serious tone in his voice.

“What…?” You whisper in response, a bit fuzzy on what he was asking. “Quit and come live with me, be my personal dancer, ya’ practically already are princess” he explains further, your hips have not exactly stopped their grinding which only makes his smirk grow bigger. “i cant- i can't quit i need this job for the money” you stutter out yet you knew deep down he didn't really have to even offer you a penny and you’d be giving your two weeks notice and walking out that front door with him but you had to try your best to stand your ground.

“I’ll give you triple whatever the largest amount that you’ve made was sugar, just want ya’ all to myself..” the last part of his statement comes out in a whisper that you don’t know if you were meant to hear or not. A sweet smile spreads on your face as your hands run down his chest landing on his hips as you push yourself up, counting to dance on his lap.

“Then i do believe we have a deal Mr. Barnes”

He makes a clicking sound with his tongue and tilts his head, waiting on you to correct yourself.

“Jameesss” you coo in correction, affection almost dripping from your voice, giggling softly when his hand falls back around your throat and his grip tightens back up. A sound that makes Bucky's head spin and a matching smile form on his face.

→ a/n: i had so many thoughts for mob!bucky x dancer/stripper!reader’s dymanic that i got a bit carried away and i also wanna write for them again. also this wasn’t proofread

[joeloverture]

morning cardio | dbf!j.m. x f!reader

masterlist | updates blog pairing: dbf!neighbor!joel miller x f!reader summary: [no outbreak] your neighbor and dad's longtime buddy catches you sneaking back home after an underwhelming hook-up. you want more — he provides. warnings: (18+ mdni) dbf!neighbor!joel, age gap (23/50), reader has a bad relationship with her father, reader's father is overly strict, reader hooks up with an oc, dirty talk, soft!dom joel, degradation, praise, thigh riding, 1 spank, titty slapping, daddy kink, exhibitionism but nobody sees, almost caught, heavy petting, misogyny for sexiness that joel doesn't actually believe in since he's a sweetheart [no use of y/n] word count: 3.7k a/n: watch me almost exclusively post dbf joel. watch me. also, mind the tags, they've changed slightly since i posted the teaser. this was supposed to be a series. this is no longer the case bc i'm indecisive. sorry.

Mistake number one: your eyes are crusted shut with the mascara you’d forgotten to wipe off.

Mistake number two: the bed you wake up in is not your own.

Mistake number three: sleeping with your neighbor.

Rubbing your mascara-sealed eyes, you blink yourself into consciousness and instantly regret it. There’s a moment of stillness, time stretching as you take in the room underneath the swelling orange sunlight. The window is cracked just enough to give you a glimpse at the world outside — birds chirping, sprinklers spritzing, cars crunching gravel as they pull out of the driveway. Surrounding the narrow, rumpled bed is a graveyard of orphaned socks. A box fan whirrs in the corner. The room had felt much cleaner past midnight when it was only the yellowed street lamp outside shining through the window. Then you spot the digital clock on the cluttered bedside table reads 6:10, ten minutes later than you’d wanted to be awake for, and time returns to its regular pace.

Your heart kicks awake in your chest, veins going cold. You kick the sheets off of your sweaty body, roll out of bed, and stumble two steps before planting your feet on the carpet below. Even that isn’t enough to stir your hookup. Dylan Andrews.

It’d seemed like a good enough idea at the time. Both of you were home for spring break. Both of you had flirted at the block party with each other. He was only decent-looking and mediocre with his hands, but you needed a break from spending another night in your childhood bedroom. What better way to do it than with a dick appointment?

Again. It’d seemed like a good enough idea at the time. Sneaking out underneath the nose of your strict, tough-as-nails dad was the easy part. Sneaking back in? Less easy. And to make matters worse, you were already ten minutes behind.

Shit.

You tiptoe across the room, naked as the day you were born, and stuff your underappreciated lingerie into your backpack. Without even putting your panties or bra on, you hop into your shorts and wrestle with your hoodie. By the time you’re out of Dylan’s room, it’s 6:12.

The difference between your dad and Dylan’s mom? She doesn’t give a shit what side of town Dylan wakes up on or how much alcohol is sloshing around in his system as long as he’s safe. You’re not the first girl to do the walk of shame out of Ms. Andrews' generic McMansion house, and you’re far from the last.

She’s downstairs in front of the coffee maker, still wearing her pajamas and doing a Dollar General crossword when you slip past her kitchen unnoticed. The door clangs shut behind you, and you figure she must see you walking down the cul-de-sac.

Your dad always leaves for work at 6:45 after a freezing cold shower and a steaming cup of black coffee for balance. You can only hope his shower ran a little late and that he isn’t at the dining room table already. Cramming two steps into one, you continue with your beeline down the awakening street.

You’re followed home by the mailboxes and flower beds, the pebbles you kick with every step. You’re almost to the property line, prepared to make a mad dash to your front door when you hear the faint call of your name. You skid to a stop, and turn to face the source: the craftsman-style house next door.

And there he is – Joel Miller, sitting on one of the cushioned chairs of his front porch in nothing but his sleep shorts and a t-shirt, legs spread as wide as the chair can accommodate. There’s a smug, knowing look on his face, one that says I’ve caught you. See how you can get out of this.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been face to face with Joel — Mr. Miller. You’d think you’d see him more often, with him being your dad’s buddy and your neighbor, but it’s been since summer. You’re sure he must be having the time of his life by joining your just got laid parade.

“You’re up awful early,” he calls, beckoning you up the driveway with a come-hither movement of his fingers. Leaving your dignity at the curb, you pad up the yard to his porch, climbing one of the stairs to lean against the gutter that feeds into his shrubbery. Pollen and moss is scattered across the wooden deck, surrounding a package that he hasn’t bothered to pick up yet. His guitar is off to the side, propped up against the doorway of the house. You wonder if he’d been playing when he’d seen you walking by.

Joel’s covered for you before, briefly and sparingly. Taken the fall for the half-empty bottle of fireball in your dresser even though he’d never go within ten feet of that shit, blamed it on himself for accidentally leaving it behind after fixing a wheel that had jumped off track for you. Even though your dad had chewed him out for drinking on the job, he’d still managed to sneak it back to you with the wise words of hiding it in a sock next time. You’d been two months past your twenty-first when that had happened, and maybe Joel had pitied you after realizing how authoritarian his friend was.

You aren’t as sure if he’ll pity you now.

“Needed some fresh air,” you defend lamely, hands hanging limp by your sides.

“Needed some cock?” he corrects, and his bluntness makes you choke. He seems relaxed for the words that just came out of his mouth, fingers drumming on his impossibly large thighs, a playful smirk resting on his lips.

You sputter, “No! Jesus, what the hell–”

“I got eyes, hun. Saw you leave that Andrews kid’s place. Clearly he didn’t stick it to ya that good if you’re still walkin’ steady,” he comments. His head tilts.

“Joel,” you hiss, eyes flitting to your dad’s house next door. He seems to read your mind, his smirk widening.

“Wonder what your pops would think. Bet I have a pretty good idea. His little angel, sneakin’ around and whorin’ herself out.” He clicks his tongue at you. “A damn shame.”

Heat spools low in your stomach and down to your unsatisfied center. You wish you’d worn darker colored shorts instead of the flimsy gray things you have on. There’s no barrier of your panties to stop yourself from leaking all over them, and with the way Joel’s looking at you, eyes dark and sly, you’re wishing there was.

“Can’t even imagine what you’re gettin’ up to at that college ‘a yours. Bet you had five guys inside of ya all at once, and I sure ain’t talkin’ about burgers, hun.” He lounges back in his chair, watching you.

You feel yourself gush. Heat burns in your thighs, and they rub together on instinct, seeking to extinguish that brimming ache between your legs. You bunch your hands in the fabric of your sweatshirt and can’t stop yourself from squirming underneath his gaze. It’s not like you’ve never thought about this, this with him of all people when you’re underneath your covers and your hand finds the warm junction between your thighs. Always unattainable. Always just out of reach.

You whisper again, “Joel,” but this time, it comes out as more of a moan. Humiliation warms your cheeks and chest, forming a different kind of pit in your stomach.

“Hmmmm?” Joel hums at you with a raised brow. He’s casual, indifferent, almost. But then his eyes flicker up and down, stopping at the wet patch smeared across the front of your shorts, the way your thighs press tight, tensing before letting go. “Ah. A little slut shamin’ gets you all riled up, hun?” That tears a whimper from you. He does that stupid come hither motion again, and like a lost dog, you listen. Standing in front of him, you feel completely, utterly exposed.

He adjusts himself in his chair, and you swallow the building lump in your throat when you see his bulge hardening. It sends another zap of heat to your core, and then another, more surprised one when his hand goes up to grab at your tit. Your breath catches as he thumbs one of your hardened nipples. A triumphant noise echoes out of him. “Braless, too?” His other hand goes down to your shorts, playing with the waistband. “Prancin’ around in these short, skimpy things, too. Practically giving the whole neighborhood a free peep show.”

His hand slides lower. Lower. Pans over to the crease of your thigh and then his thumb is planting over your clit, rubbing only once before he pulls away. “Messy pussy. Bet you stained the guys sheets.”

You’re quiet, staring at him, his wicked fucking expression, those hands that look like sin itself. You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Ah. Poor baby. All this effort and you didn’t even get to come.” He just looks at you. Unmoving. Not doing a single damn thing to get you there.

“Please, Joel,” you whisper, embarrassed by the gritty need already embedded into your voice when he’s hardly even touched you.

And he’s still wearing that wolfish look, that tainted-with-intention gleam in his eyes that tells you he knows exactly what you do want when he asks, “What? What do you want?” He licks his lips, a fleeting moment.

You look over your shoulder, at the rising street. Anyone could have their windows cracked. Anyone could hear you confess on this porch. Still, you murmur, “I… I want you to make me come, Joel.” Your voice shivers a little bit along with the stroke of wind that wisps against the backs of your thighs.

His brows raise together, now. His head tips forward. “What was that? A little louder. You know, my ears really ain’t the sharpest these days…”

Fucking bastard.

“I want,” you say again, fighting to stop your voice from wavering, to keep it not too loud but not too quiet. “you to make me come.”

Joel sucks on his teeth for a second. “Ohhh. Now I don’t think that’s really fair, hun.” He gives you a mockingly sad look.

“Why?” you ask, and you know you sound as whiny as a petulant child. But he’d been correct earlier. You put in all of this effort, sneaking out for a thrilling night that had turned into something more like two sweaty bodies moving together and only one of them feeling good from it. You want to feel good. You’re tired of looking at the right and the wrong. Joel’s sitting in front of you, his thumb still smelling like your arousal; that’s what’s right.

“You’re out here breakin’ all the rules. Shouldn’t be rewarding you for that, sweetheart. Besides, it’s a little fucked up, dontcha think? Makin’ you come all over me while your pops, my buddy, is none the wiser gettin’ ready for work next door?” His vulgarity only weakens you even more, pussy clenching and begging to be filled. You’re about to protest again when he cuts in, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t help ya out.”

Your heart pedals in your chest, eager and wanting. But Joel, instead of getting up and elbowing you inside like you expect, stays right where he is. He pats one of his splayed thighs, the grin on his face only widening. Your face contorts. Joel hears your question before you ask.

“What? Never humped someone’s leg before? With how much of a bitch in heat you’re actin’ right now, I’m surprised.” You can feel the shock on your face plain as day. Joel jerks his head down to his thigh, egging you on. “Better hurry up if you want my help, sweetheart. Pretty sure your dad’s about to get goin’, and I sure don’t have all day, either.”

The rapidly shrinking part of yourself that isn’t consumed with desire tells you to take a step back. That anyone, God forbid, even the Adlers across the street could witness this. Talk about a free peep show.

You think of the alternative: sneaking back into your house with a hope and a prayer that your dad won’t find you, backpack over your shoulder and shoes on, as you climb the stairs back to your bedroom. Open up your Joel-advised dresser drawer of things your dad says you shouldn’t have and pull out your vibrator. Do the same old hassle of a routine, desperately trying to make yourself come. Reach an unfulfilling peak.

Or… take what Joel’s offering you. Risks and all.

You take a tentative step forward, glaring at Joel when he chuckles because of your hesitance, and plop yourself down on his thigh. The pressure against your clit immediately pulls a whimper from you. His big hands fix themselves on your hips, holding tight, but not too tight as to hold you captive against him. There’s still the faint existence of the Joel you’ve always known, considerate and sweet and all southern gentleman, that exists behind the guise of his dominance. 

You nestle your head into the crook of his neck, breathing heavy against him as you get a slow start to grinding your hips on his thigh. Although your movements are tentative, uncertain in nature, your head is already going fuzzy.

“Bet you’re only this wet cause that boy already put a new load in your dishwasher.” You scoff at him in disbelief — both at how much more wet it gets you, and how foul his words are. He chooses then to jerk you forward by the hips. You cry out as your pussy drags along the thick expanse of his thigh, clit catching on the bunched up fabric of your rumpled shorts.

“Zip it, you fuckin’ hussy. Ain’t a damn soul in this neighborhood that wants to wake up to you sobbin’ while gettin’ off on this thigh.” One of his hands drifts back to squeeze at the flesh of your ass. You hear the spank before you feel it, a sting that echoes and sticks right between your legs. He’s effortlessly strung a barbed wire of humiliation around your body. The lack of power makes your thighs clamp down around his, and you can’t tell if you crave more of it or despise it.

Unable to decide which, you loudly, exaggeratedly moan into his ear, still rocking down on his lap. It resounds through the neighborhood, the springboard roofs ricocheting you coquettish noises down the street and through the flowerbeds. A spooked crow lifts off of the power lines behind you, and you hear it squawk as its wings beat and carry it away.

Joel cocks his head at you, brow raised. “So it’s not just your legs that have a problem stayin’ shut. It’s your nasty mouth, too.” His hands migrate up your sides to your tits, which jostle with every flighty movement across his thigh. Before you know what he’s doing, he tweezes at your nipples in a way that makes you melt into him, forehead falling flat against his neck. And then he lands a hard smack across your chest, pleasure with a bite. Your hips jolt. “Behave for daddy before I make you walk next door draggin’ a snail trail behind ya.”

You know he doesn’t mean your real dad. A new rush of heat settles in your stomach, tightening your cunt from an ache to an insatiable thrumming that only Joel can solve. “Fuck,” you almost shout, but end up muffling into his skin with an open-mouthed kiss. He sighs, adjusting under you. The change in angle on your clit makes you whimper, especially when you feel his hardened length smushed against the outside of your thigh.

Your hand goes down to grip it, to participate in the push and pull, the cat and mouse, but he shakes his head, pulling it out of the way. He holds you by the small of your back, urging you to keep rubbing on him. “You’re lucky I’m even givin’ you my thigh,” he spits. “Ain’t gonna let you play chutes and ladders tryna make me come when I know damn well where that hand was last night.”

“Daddy,” you pout at him, lower lip jutting out.

He only shakes his head. “Don’t start.”

Whining in agitation, you manage to school yourself into behaving like he’d told you to. Every grind of your hips welcomes pleasure, beckons it, activates the porch light inside of you that invites it inside. You go limp against Joel as he guides you back and forth, and even limper when he tightens the muscle underneath your soaking core. Your hands anchor themselves on his broad shoulders, nails carving into his skin through the flimsy material of his shirt. He hisses underneath you, a break in his seemingly titanium resolve. You feel yourself getting closer, heat wreathing around your stomach, cunt clenching.

In your house, the foyer light flickers on.

Your hips stall over Joel’s as you see your dad’s backlit silhouette moving around in the foyer. Likely sliding on his shoes, patting his pockets for his wallet and his work phone…. You have two minutes at best.

Joel’s eyes follow your distracted line of vision. His amused chuckle warms the back of your neck. “Oughta hurry up if you don’t wanna get caught. Your old man would be in for a rude awakening, headin’ to work and finding his precious little girl fuckin’ my leg like a whore,” he murmurs.

He bounces his leg underneath you, and you bite back the needy cry that threatens to slip out. It feels so good, too good for you to think about anything other than the haze of arousal and pleasure that hovers over your head like a perpetual fog. You return to grinding down on him, hips pumping with a greater, renewed speed. “Attagirl,” Joel croons at you, and the hand at the small of your back presses harder, pushing you up and down his thigh.

Short, strained breaths of yours meet the morning air, eyes pinned on the rectangular window. It’s a golden-washed reminder of how wrong this is. Your dad would blow a gasket, see red, breathe fire at you if he knew exactly what was happening just a few feet away from his front yard.

But you forget all about that when Joel’s calloused fingers cup your chin, nudging you to look at him. His eyes are all pupil, darkened with something like starvation, something like want. “Don’t look at him. Look at me,” he coaxes, and he bounces his thigh again.

You’re close, you can feel it. He can feel it, too, in the way that your thighs fasten around his, your cunt rocking on him as your fervor makes the whole front porch shake and shudder. Tossing your hips back and forth, you wanted it, but now? Now you need it. Your stomach tightens, your legs shivering below you as your cunt gushes all over both of your shorts. “That’s it, baby, come on me like you were beggin’ to. ‘S alright, nice and easy for daddy, mhm?” He tenses his thigh one final time, and you lurch over that edge. “Gooood girl,” he hums as your cunt flutters against his leg. “You’re a daredevil, aren’t you?” he asks, jerking his head toward your house.

You figure you must be, after what you just did.

You’d planned on staying there, riding it out and trembling against his warm chest. But the garage cranks open. You jolt off of Joel’s lap, damn near teleporting across the porch with how fast you move. Joel smirks at you, crossing his unfucked leg over his freshly fucked one, where you’d rubbed your cum all over his skin until it’d glistened. The sight warms your stomach all over again, but it doesn’t last – nerves spasm in your ribcage as your dad ducks out into the driveway.

You fumble with your shorts, pulling them down and crossing your hands in front of the obvious stain on the gray fabric. Your dad squints across the yard, cupping a hand over his eyes. “Miller?” He calls your name shortly after, and you straighten. “You’re up early, kiddo.”

You open your mouth, on the precipice of a lie that you know won’t be good. It’ll come out unsteady, dishonest, and uneven. 

Joel points at the package at the foot of his doorstep. “My toolbox got sent to yours,” he explains. “Damn postal. ‘Bout as good as the Boston Post Road these days. But your kid’s got me covered. Raised her right.”

For the second time, Joel Miller covers for you. You have no idea where this leaves you, standing under your dad’s scrutinizing gaze. With your cum cooling and sticking to your folds the same way it’s cooling and sticking to his leg, Joel knows your secret. And he’s keeping it.

Your dad only gives a shallow nod, looking between the two of you. “Well,” he hooks a hand back at his truck. “I gotta head off to work.” He shifts on his feet, this time pointing to you. “And you head back inside, kiddo. Too early for you to be up and movin’.” Of course it is.

You stare at the ground, the pollen and stray leaves below your feet. Finally, you settle on a nod. Shallow and halfhearted, much like his. Your dad, satisfied, retreats back into the garage. You hear the truck engine come to life.

“You heard the man,” Joel says. You tighten your fists, moving to step away, but the way Joel’s eyes glimmer has you loitering. He lowers his voice. “See you soon, daredevil.”

That damned nickname. “How do you know I’ll be back?” you retort under your breath.

He shrugs. “I’m sure there’ll be more… ‘packages’.”

You blame the heat in your body on the rising sun, sweat clinging to the back of your neck as you plod off through the front yard. There’s only one thought in your head as your dad pulls out and you close the garage. Mr. Miller can’t happen again.

Mistake number four: thinking you’re telling the truth.

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

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Tw: Smut, sexless marriage, mentions of affairs, heated make out session, titty sucking, giving (m), size difference, mating press, technically cheating? breeding? Not edited

A/N: I wish I were y/n so bad.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Was this how marriage was like? It's already been three years and you were married to the love of your life Miguel. Things had changed, he was working more and was always tired, you understood since he was working on his business that he had dreamed of making. You had supported him on everything, he was your lover and now husband, but was this kind of life really worth it.

It began a not that long ago, he'd come home tired from work, you had made him dinner and even offered him any kind of relief, but he'd always tell you that he already ate and that he didn't have the energy. You didn't think much of it, until he began to happen of a regular. He'd basically come home to sleep and eat sometimes, your once dream home felt like a hotel and you were the one that maintained it.

You had thought about going back to work since you had a lot of free time at home, but your husband told you that you didn't have to work, he's the one bringing home and money. All you had to do was cook dinner, clean the house, wash the clothes and whatever other chore, might as well get paid to be a house keeper since that's what you were basically, you just weren't getting paid. Your other job was to also make sure the bills and everything was paid for.

You really tried to get his attention, you had tried everything. You wore heavy makeup, wore tight dresses, even wore clothes that you didn't normally wear, lingerie, and were even naked at some point, but no. Miguel couldn't see the difference, and when he did he'd say that you didn't need that much makeup or he'd ask you were you going. He even told you to put on some clothes. What was wrong with him? Has he lost interest in you? Did he no longer love you? What was it?

Since that didn't work, you just stayed in your pjs all day or just wore some yoga pants and a sports bra. You didn't bother to put on make up, you just had a clean face on and you didn't go to the salon to get your hair or nails done. You just stopped trying to look your best for your husband, you just did your own thing while he did his. What bothered you was when your so called husband would tell you to smile more or that you should wear something pretty. Now he noticed? After everything that you try and do to get his attention? Wow. You were beginning to regret getting married to him.

In the other dimension, Miguel had known about his other self and his wife. That same wife that he had in his dimension, the one he had lost along with his daughter. He'd do anything in his power to get both of them back. He hated that fact that his other self had been neglecting you. You were the perfect wife that anyone could have asked for, you were you despite being from another dimension.

It angered him seen you so alone, yeah you had everything a woman could ask for, but where was your husband? No where to be found. He'd also known that you had began to think about having kids one day with his other self, but your so called husband didn't seem interested in that idea that you had been thinking about. Miguel couldn't take it any longer, you did not disserved this kind of treatment, so he had a plan.

That night was one of those nights that Miguel was going to arrive home late. This was becoming a regular thing, he didn't even need to remind you that he was coming home late, you were just used to it at this point, you began to believe there was another woman. Whatever.

You had got out of the cold shower and got ready for bed, as you were applying lotion to your body, you stopped and looked at yourself in the mirror. You leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, to get a better look at yourself. What caused your husband to lose interest in you? Did he no longer find you attractive? Was there something that you're seeing? What is it? You just sighed and left the bathroom, going to your closet to find something to wear for the night.

At the same time you didn't feel like putting something on, you were just tired and wanted to lay in bed, you doubted that he'd even notice you sleeping naked, he began to sleep on the couch so it shouldn't matter. You just went over to turn off the lights and headed towards the huge bed. As pulled the covers and sheets off the bed so that you could lay down, you heard the door open. Turning around you saw that it was your husband.

"Miguel? I thought that you had work until late?" you said, looking at him confused, the more you looked at him, the more the man almost seemed like a different person. It wasn't possible since this man looked just like your husband, were you beginning to see things? "I know, but I decided to cancel and decided to come home" he said, all you did was nod. He didn't seem to mind that you were flat out naked in front of him. "Are you hungry? If so they're left overs in the fridge, just heat them up in the microwave." You said coldly, turning back to what you were doing, until you felt your husband's presence, behind you.

You turned to look at him, when you locked eyes with the man, there was some kind of need and desire, that was odd. Miguel then placed his eyes on your hips, making you flinch by his sudden touch. He then leaned down and gave your naked shoulder a kiss, making you hum, and your face heat up. "Miguel? Are you okay?" you asked, feeling your body beginning to heat up, his hands moved from your hips and up to your torso. "Yes, now that I'm with you" he purred against your ear and gave the shell of your ear a kiss, causing your legs to shiver by his words. Are you sure this man was your husband?

He then turned you around, so that you could face him. Your face was all heated up by his actions. You couldn't help but notice how much bigger he had gone, has he been working out and you haven't noticed? He then helped you lay down on the soft bed and give you a kiss on the lips, it felt like ages since he last kissed you. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, god you missed this. Miguel then pulled away and began to strip naked, you watched as he removed each article of clothing, exposing his bare toned skin to you.

Miguel then joined you on the bed, he was on his knees and he pulled you up to his lap, boy was he strong. He picked you up as if you were as light as a feather. You were now straddling his lap, with your arms wrapped around his neck again and Miguel's arms around your waist. Again he had pulled you into a kiss, this time it was more heated then the first one, this felt amazing, you had your wishes come true? You couldn't help but grind yourself onto him, trying to feel some kind of friction. You had been wanting feel your husband for years now, ever since the honeymoon phase was over.

He then pulled away from you, causing you to whine for the absence of his lips on your. Instead, Miguel began to kiss down your neck, making you let out a soft moan, he then kissed down to where your collarbones were and he had stopped. He got a hold of your right breasts, giving it a small squeeze and placed your sensitive nipple in his mouth. "Ohh~~" you moaned loudly, as he continued to suck on your nipple, he then pulled away and sucked on the other one, while he pinched the other neglected one. "Miguel~" you moaned softly by his action.

He then pulled away, completely, still pinching and squeezing your breasts, you had to return the favor. "Miggy, want to taste you" you said, then you got off his lap and slid down to the floor. Miguel then turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. You were on your knees. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to" Miguel pointed out, feeling his face get hot by you being on your knees in front of him. "But I want to, It's been a while since I last tasted you" you said while looking up at him, making him blush even harder. You then got a hold of his cock, it was already erects and leaking of precum. You gave it a small kiss on the tip, then you wrapped your lips around his tip, slowly pushing your head down and took him into your mouth. Miguel let out a long breathy moan and his legs to slightly shiver, it's been a while since he had been intimate with anyone. Not even his hand could make him feel the way you're feeling him now.

You moaned around his length, enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth. You then began to move your head up and down slowly, allowing your drool to get coated around him. Miguel groaned and gripped tightly onto the bedsheets, this felt amazing, this version of yourself still had it. "..Mmm!.." he bit his lip hard, as you continued to suck most of his length. You wanted to put his whole cock in your mouth, but that was impossible, so you did what you could, you could tell that he was loving it by the way his legs shivered and how he was biting his lip.

"Mi raina!" Miguel let out a loud moan, causing the his voice to eccho in the empty room, followed by the slipring done by you. Miguel felt himself about to cum, but he didn't want to cum in your mouth, instead he wanted to give you the child that you always wanted. "S-Stop!" he said, making you pull away from him, you had drool on chin and a string of saliva connected to your lips from his cock. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" you asked, worriedly. "N-No! You're doing amazing! But I want to make love to you now" he said with growl and a smirk, making you fell yourself clench around nothing.

Without a warning, Miguel had picked you up again and gently threw you on the bed, making you bounce. He then pounced on you, getting a hold of your legs, you yelped as he lifted them up all the way to your torso, exposing your pretty wet fold. Miguel stared and he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch by the sigh of you. "Look at you, all ready for me~" he purred, making your face heat up by the comment, he then moved closer to you and placed his cock on your desperate entrance, his tip touched your folds, making you shiver by the feeling of his mushroom like tip touching you.

"Estas lista?" he said in his mother tongue in a whisper, making you even more desperate. "Y-Yes.." you said, as if you were already drunk of him, even though he hasn't don't anything. Miguel them thrusted inside your, making you let out a loud moan, very similar to a scream. "Fuck!" he growled, feeling your cunt around his pulsing cock. He slowly began to move, making you cry out in pleasure, loving the feeling of his huge monster like cock stretching out your cunt.

Miguel had barely began to thrust into you and you were already feeling yourself face into an abyss of pleasure. It was slow at first, but soon he began to pound into you. Causing your legs to burn by the position they were in and your pussy was getting filled by his cock, rapidly. "AH!!~ M-Miguel!!" you moaned, and wrapped your arms around his toned back, digging your nails into his skin. This felt like as if it was the first time you and him were intimate with one another.

He then got a hold of your breasts, he grabbed and squeezed them, he leaned down to suck on your nipples, causing you to let out a small shriek. He then pulled away from your nipple and went up to give you a kiss on the lips. You were to drunk of him that you couldn't kiss him back properly. As he kissed you, he moved his hand down to were your puffy clit was. "You want a kid don't you?" he growled next to your ear, feeling him rubbing slow circles on your clit. "Y-YES! YES!" you basically screamed as he continued to pound into you. "Then Let me give you one~" he said.

Suddenly, his pounding became animalistic and the circles rubbing around your clit got faster. At this point you were screaming and begging for more, you felt yourself getting weak by the pleasure. It was amazing, the best pleasure that you had got since three years ago, you wished that this could last forever or that it could happen more frequently. You enjoyed it for as long as it lasted. Finally you both had cummed at the same time, you let out a loud scream as you covered both his and your body with your juices, while he simply grunted as he filled his cum into your womb.

He didn't pull out right away, instead he leaned down and gave your a sweet kiss on your sore lip. You lightly whimpered but kissed him back. "Are you okay?" he asked, now kissing your cheek and cheekbones. "Oh... I'm more then okay.... that was... god.. I can't even describe how I feel..." you said while trying to catch your breath. He slowly pulled out, causing you to let out a small moan. He then laid next to you and pulled your body against his closely. "Sleep now Mi Amor" he gave you a kiss on your head. As much as you wanted to stay awake, you couldn't, you were feeling tired already. You snuggled close to him and fell asleep against his chest.

The next morning you woke to an empty bed, you were wondering where he could have gone, but you knew that he must have gone to work. You sigh, wishing that maybe you could have a shower together and maybe even do it again before he went to work. Or was this all a dream? You sat up, but you felt your legs feel sore, you then realized that it was not, this actually happed. You felt yourself giggle and squirm around the sheets. Again, was this man really your husband?

[soggyriceee]

I don’t know if you did this yet but can you do when Konig give the reader aphrodisiac and see what it ends up fem reader please and thank you I been reading your page all day!<3❤️🫶🏽

take a bite | Konig

warnings: strong language, oral (f and m!recieving), unprotected p in v. desperate Konig

summary: request

"I do not like chocolate, maus." he scoffed, ignoring your hand reaching for him to take the chocolate piece.

you pouted, sitting back on the couch. your friends had brought up this special sex chocolate at a lunch you all had together. it intrigued you. not because the sex was bad. it was amazing. but your already amazing sex would turn into even better sex. and who doesn't want that?

"please. just a piece and thats it. I bought it special for us." you begged, waving it in his face. he looked away from the YouTube shorts on his phone and into your eyes. " maus. are you trying to give me an edible right now?" he asked bluntly, placing his phone down on the couch.

laughing, you shook your head. "no no I swear. I wouldn't just drug you jeez. but its special important chocolate. from my friends home country. she shipped some out and I wanna try it with you." you lied, fluttering your lashes.

for a moment he was silent, looking at the chocolate and then you. "if you drug me im calling the cops. seriously." he said, taking the chocolate out of your hand. "okay but dont take such a big- okay." before you could finish the sentence, Konig managed to snap a pretty decent sized chuck off and pop it in his mouth. you were sure that he wasn't supposed to take that big a piece. but, you wanted to see how this would play out.

"its okay.. tastes like regular chocolate. nothing is special about this." he shrugged, handing you back the chocolate bar. you're too stunned to really say anything, so mindlessly you watched him digest the entire thing and go back to his phone. "aftertaste is kinda gross." he randomly commented.

it was silent for about 10 minuets, Konig giggling at a video every now and then. you began to think it wasn't going to really work and of course, you got a bit sad and annoyed. just as you were about to give up, Konig put his phone down, adjusting his pants. " its.. hot." he said, looking over to you. you relaxed in the couch, nodding. "I-i'm fine... not too hot." you said.

his eyes scanned your body, stopping at your breasts. "you sure? you have a hoodie on.." he said, eyes moving back up to yours. okay, it was definitely working now. you blushed slightly, shifting on the couch. "I know but.. im just a bit cold." you said, looking away from his eyes.

immediately his boner caught your eye, it was practically standing straight up in his sweats. you didnt miss the wet spot where his tip, his pre cum leaking through his pants. "want me to warm you up?" he breathed out. his body moved closer to you, eyes still staring into yours. you swallowed, watching how he got closer. before you knew it, you were being pulled onto his lap.

he groaned, pressing himself onto your clothes cunt. "what did you do to me maus.." he breathed out, his hands already moving for the inside of your shorts. giggling, you pushed his hand away. " I didnt do anything.. im too tired anyways. can you wait for me to wake up from my nap?" you smiled, moving to get off his hips.

but he pulled you back, hand gripping your chin. " dont play with me right now.. you did something to me huh? tell me.” he demanded, taking his other hand down his pants, pulling his member out. his tip was a bright red, pre cum leaking out. he was throbbing. painfully.

you couldn’t help the small whimper that came from you, your eyes moving back up to his. “if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.” he mumbled, his hands now moving up your sweater. he immediately felt your lack of a bra, chuckling to himself. his fingered rolled your already hard nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling the sensitive nubs gently.

“i-i didn’t think.. it was a-“ you were cut off by your own whimper when Konig slapped your nipple, a painfully good feeling. “don’t like to me libe.. i know you wanted this to happen. wanted me to get all worked up to the point I grow desperate for you, hmm?” he said softly, going back to playing with your nipples.

as much as you loved this, you needed more. you began to move your hips against his thigh, whimpering at the friction in your clit while his fingers kept playing with your nipples. and despite you thinking he’d stop you, hold your hips down, he began to bounce his leg instead.

“come on rub that pussy on me.” he whispered, pulling your hoodie up and off you. your hard nipples found their way into his warm mouth, his tongue tracing the shape of them. his teeth pulled them gently, only making your moans louder for him. your hands found his shoulders as you picked up the pace of your hips, your head falling back.

Konig kept bouncing his leg, praising you and telling you how beautiful you looked riding his thigh, occasionally grinding his hard on. “K-Konig i’m so close.” yoh whimpered, holding the back of his head while his mouth sucked on your nipples. He didn’t expect it, neither did you. but with those words, your nipple in his mouth and your pretty whimpers, Konig felt himself cum right then and there. it was new to him, cumming without being touched. he’s done it in wet dreams, woken up with his dick wet with his own cum. but never while he was awake had he done this.

it was that stupid chocolate. well, he couldn’t say stupid. he actually liked being this horny. “f-fuck.. please live cum on my thigh. want your cum stained on my pants please.” he begged, his hands finding your hips to move them faster, his leg bouncing to meet the pace.

your eyes saw the cum on the bottom of his shirt, his tip still leaking his cum. it was that sight alone that made your orgasm hit you, your body shaking on his. your head fell into his neck, crying out his name as he continued the abuse on your sensitive clit. “K-Konig please~” you cried out, trying to stop him from moving you. but he couldn’t.

his breathing was rapid, eyes on your face twisting with pleasure and pain. “one more libe.. please” he begged, picking up the pace of you hips. your hands found his chest, gripping his shirt as your second orgasm worked it’s way through your shuddering body. your head fell into his neck, eyes squeezed shut. it was embarrassing how fast your second orgasm came, honestly. but with his desperation it was like you ate a piece yourself.

you had barely any time to get over your orgasm before you were being shoved to the floor. “open.” was all he said before dipping his fingers in your mouth, pulling your jaw open. his dripping dick slid right in your mouth, his tip down your throat. you gagged at the sudden feeling, loosing your balance on the floor. groaning, his hand found your shoulder, pulling you to sit upright. his hips didn’t wait to move back and forth in your mouth, your saliva coating his member.

his head tilted back, mouth opening. “mhm.. fuck libe your mouth is so.. so warm.” he moaned, his other hand finding the back of your head. this allowed him to move his hips faster, your hands finding his knees to keep your balance. your watery eyes looked up to look at his pleasured face, realizing the chocolate made any touch to him sensitive.

you took that opportunity to take one hand up to his balls, massaging them. he hissed, body leaning forward. “g-god.. keep doing that.” he moaned, moving your head back and forth faster, his body hunched over you.

pre cum leaked out his tip, the salty taste coating your tongue. drool coated his length and balls, your hand as well. it was all too much for him and no matter how hard he tried to hold it back, he couldn’t stop his warm load coating your throat. he gave you no verbal warning either, his whimpers enough of a warning for you.

his toes curled beside you, pulling the carpet while his hands pressed you down on his length. “f-fuck..” he breathed out, his back slightly arching up as he shot the rest of his cum into your mouth. looking up at him, you slowly moved your head back and forth, hands gently palming his balls.

never had Konig really came that fast from head. he was very good at holding out, it was something you really liked about him. it allowed for you to finish before he did. but the chocolate was no help in his usual routine, the realization of that hitting him.

his eyes looked down at you, mouth stuffed with him. “i.. hate you and that stupid.. stupid chocolate.” he muttered, sliding himself out your mouth. and to his own surprise, he was semi hard. the sight of your saliva and his cum on his length made him grow harder, your eyes watching as his member lifted in your face.

smirking, you gripped the base of him, slapping it on your face. he groaned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “fuck.. come on libe don’t do that.” he whined, pulling your arm. he needed to be inside you. now. and your teasing made it incredibly hard for him to not shove you on the floor and pound into you.

you smiled up at him, pulling away from him. before you could even process what you wanted to say, you were being lifted onto the couch, stomach pressed flat on the back of the couch, knees spread on the cushions. his hand pressed on your back, pressing you into the couch more. behind you, he positioned his tip at your sloppy hole, rubbing it up and down.

“wanted to see how i’d be with the chocolate hm? didn’t think i fucked you well enough, hm?” he muttered, leaning down to your ear. his tongue slid down your neck, his lips sucking in your skin. you whimpered at the feeling, your eyes squeezing shut. “could handle what i gave you?” he teased, pressing his tip alone into you.

your hips tried to push back, take him all in. but his hips were much faster, pulling away from you. “no no no.. you don’t get to be desperate libe.. your going to be patient tonight. only fair for making me so desperate, hm?” he cooed, rubbing the curve of your ass.

despite how hot this was, Konig being desperate for you and all, it was quickly becoming into a bad thing. it was like all the sexual needs that Konig had, the desperation was all being transferred over to you. and that chocolate wasn’t worn off. not even close. his member pulsed as it rested against your ass, his hands trailing up and down your body. he was doing it on purpose. but as much as he wanted to tease you, he couldn’t wait too long before he was inside you.

your body jerked against the back of the couch, a silent scream coming from you as he shoved all of himself inside you. a breathy whimper came from the tall man behind you, his fingers pressing into your hips. your hands found the back of the couch, clutching onto it desperately. he didn’t waste any time sliding in and out of your cunt, and he was groaning with every thrust.

his hands found the bottom of your back, pushing it down. and as much as that angle did hurt in a way, you couldn’t help but whimper as he pounded into you. “f-fuck libe your so wet.” he whimpered, his head tilting back.

you managed to slam your hips back onto him, matching his pace. but unfortunately for you, that only made him move his hips quicker, not allowing you to keep up with him. “come on maus.. bounce back on me i know you can d..do it.” he teases, gripping a chunk of your ass in his palms.

he dragged your back and forth on his cock, his eyes rolling back. his balls slapped loudly against your clit, adding only more pleasure to you. “o-oh Koni~” you cried out, struggling to keep your own balance. his hand founds it’s way between your thighs, fingers dancing with your clit. “so s-swollen hm.. needed to be fucked so bad didn’t you?” he groaned, picking up his pace.

Konig felt himself twitch inside you once, then twice before he came for the third time that night. his legs shook, hands gripping onto your hips instead now to keep himself up. he hated how quickly this chocolate was making him come. a lot. but he loved how good it felt even more than he hated it. and you did too.

he slid out, watching his cum drop down your pussy to the couch below. he sat beside you, pulling you onto his lap. “ride me.” he demanded, positioning you above his still hard cock, pushing you down and giving you no time to prepare. your head fell into the crook of his neck as his hands worked your hips up and down his shaft.

“fuck that’s it.. take it.. oh take it libe.” he groaned, thrusting himself up into you, matching the pace he set for you. despite you being on top , you rarely ever did any actual work. Konig was always persistent on doing a lot of the work. it was the rare occasion you’d be the one taking control. and in those moments you did like it of course. but you liked being taken care of/used relentlessly even more.

“s-so good Koni.. i’m getting close.” yoh whimpered out, starting to move your hips for yourself now instead. he grunted in your ear, his right hand dinging it’s way to the nape of your neck, tugging the hair. “do it then.. cum on my cock.” he moaned, “i know you can do it.”

those words of encouragement were truly all you needed before you were creaming on him, clutching onto him while pathetic cries left your wet lips. but he didn’t stop. no. why would he? his hips continued to drill into you from beneath you, his eyes never leaving your face as it twisted into overstimulation. you were shocked by how much he was still going. how he still had so much momentum. but you weren’t complaining in the slightest.

“one more.. need one more.” he moaned, slowing his pace until he was stopped, sliding out and laying you on your back. “wanna see your face from here when you cum for me again.” he whispered.

at this point your legs were pure jello. Konigs too. you both only had this many rounds when either of you were gone for work for a while. but you went complaining of course. this IS what you wanted. and you were more than satisfied with the outcome.

his pace was anything but slow, his tip hitting right at your womb. tears couldn’t help but pool in your eyes, the pleasure becoming far too much to take. “k-koni it’s too.. too much.” you whined, your nails digging into his shoulders. he grunted above you, panting as his thrusts became deeper and faster. “take it, fucking.. take it.” he groaned, dipping his head into your neck, biting the skin.

you whimpered at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain, your nails dragging down his back. “mhm.. mark me up libe.. fucking mark me.” he moaned, pulling away from you to look at the dark purple mark left on your skin. his hands took your thighs, pulling you closer to him and propping them on his shoulders. of course, this position allowed him to get deeper inside you, making your cries louder.

your pussy pulsed around him, his dick twitching inside you. his hands gripped your hips, moving faster in and out your dripping cunt. “so.. close. i cant.” yoh cried out, trying to take your legs from his shoulders. but as soon as you did so he pushed deep inside you, your body jerking up. another cry came from you, your legs shaking painfully.

“you can do it libe.. j-just come with me.” he moaned, his breathing picking up. he wasn’t gonna be able to hold it. not with how wet and tight you were around him. and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. not in your eyes.

his hand found your clit, fingers rubbing on the swollen wet bundle of nerves with pure desperation. he needed one more time to feel you cum around him, then he’d be satisfied for the night. “i know you can do it just c-cum for me.” he said, looking down into your eyes.

you both held eye contact, watching each others orgasms build up. it was truly one of the more romantic things you and Konig did during sex. and you both ate it up every time. and it was always one of the many things that got you to finish around him.

before you could even get the words out, you felt your legs go numb and your vision go out as your cum shot out all over his dick and lower abdomen, tears falling from your face. “that’s it just like that.. such a g-good.. fucking.. girl.” he moaned, each word accompanied with a powerful thrust. you felt him twitch inside you moments before his hot cum shot inside you, his body shaking before collapsing on you.

you both didn’t know exactly how, or when it happened. but you woke up hours later in bed, Konigs arms wrapped tightly around you. you were assuming he had woken up and moved you both to the room, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

you never left the bed that night. only staying on your phone, listening to his calm breathing and occasionally German mumbling.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Kelly Severide x Reader

You and Kelly have had a casual thing until now

Warnings: talk of pregnancy & abortion

You woke up to the feeling of Kelly’s warm body at your back. Memories of the night before flooded you, him coming over after a bad call and well your shift had been nothing shy of hell itself. There wasn’t an easier way to forget the horrors you’d both seen than to wrap up in each other for a few hours, blow off steam from the stresses of your careers.

You felt him start to stir before he shifted, arm tightening around your waist as his lips trailed over your bare shoulder “Morning sweetheart” you smiled “Morning Sev. I hate to rush you but I have a shift in like forty five minutes so I need to shower and get dressed because I really need to grab breakfast on the way in” he chuckled lightly, teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin of your neck “Work up an appetite?”

You shook your head and glanced over your shoulder at him “Yeah, some big lug of a fireman found his way into my bed” he grinned “Lucky bastard” and brushed a kiss against your lips “Have a good day” he climbed out of bed and started looking for his clothes so you climbed out of bed and walked to your dresser to find a pair of scrubs, a bra and some underwear. 

You cut your eyes back at him and he was fully dressed except for his shirt which was halfway over his head. He smirked at you “Just enjoying the view. I know the rules outside of the bedroom” you laughed “Pervert” and shook your head before pointing towards the bathroom “I’m hoping in the shower, be a sweetheart and lock the door on your way out?” he nodded “Of course”

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You turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind yourself and heard Kelly let himself out of your apartment. This thing between you two was really nothing more than regular hookups, a way to work off the stress of being an E.D. nurse and fire lieutenant. It had started simple enough really.

You sighed walking out of Med, the stress of the shift finally sitting in. Will and Nat cut their eyes at you “You good sweetie?” Nat asked and you nodded “Yeah, just draining ya know?” she nodded “I know. You want to get dinner with us?” you shook your head “No thanks. I appreciate the offer though” she smiled “It stands any time” 

You really did appreciate the offer but third wheeling your friends wasn’t exactly your idea of a friday night. You headed for your car with intentions of just going home but considering you’d changed into regular clothes somehow those intentions ended up with you at Molly’s.

You parked next to the building right under where you knew the cameras were then climbed out, locking your car and headed inside. The moment you walked in you headed for the bar and waved Herrman over. He smiled “My favorite nurse. What can I get ya?” you scoffed “Something strong?” He nodded “I got ya” and poured you some concoction. “Bad day?” you heard a familiar voice as Kelly slid onto the bar stool next to you and nodded at Herrman who waved a hand that he saw him. You shrugged one shoulder “We lost two teenagers to OD, a gsw victim coded on us twice and we still lost them” 

He whistled “Damn, if it makes you feel any better, we got in a fight with another house over jurisdiction today and almost lost someone. Casey damn near fell through a floor and I nearly got suspended” you let out a low whistle. About that time Herrman sat down your drinks so Kelly passed him a twenty before you could even attempt to pay for yours. You smiled at him “Thanks” he nodded and held his glass up. You clinked yours to his as he said “Here’s to the weekend going better”

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One drink later you’d left your car at Molly’s and was stumbling into Kelly’s, his lips trailing over your collarbone as his hands were slipping under your shirt trying to get it over your head. You broke away from his lips with a laugh “Easy to get the shirt off this way Sev” and pulled it over your head and tossed it. He grinned as he leaned down and picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist  “You’re so damn smart mouthed. Gonna be fun to see if I can get you begging before the night’s out” you grinned as you pulled him into another kiss before speaking with your lips against his “Bring it on Severide”

That was months ago now, it was fun. Kelly was a gorgeous guy and a sweetheart under that crashout demeanour of his. He was also one of your friends so it worked. If you were being honest this situationship with Kelly was better and more functional than any actual relationship you’d ever had so why mess up something that worked?

You finished getting dressed and grabbed what you needed for the day along with your car keys and purse before doing a final once over of your apartment then walked out of the door. You still wanted to stop by the bakery for a bite to eat and a coffee before your shift started.

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You walked into Med and grinned when Maggie smiled at you “Morning” “Morning Mags” she nodded at the bakery bag “Did you get me something” you passed her the usual order she got along with her coffee “Of course, I’m not an animal” she laughed “That’s why you’re my favorite. Feel free to tell Will”

You laughed and winked at her “And that’s why I love you. Where do I need to start?”

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You were about to head to lunch when the date on the patient’s chart you were writing on caught your eye. You cut your eyes up at Will “Is it the seventeenth?” he nodded “Yeah, that normally comes after the sixteenth” you felt your stomach roll. Your period should’ve started on the fifteenth. How the hell had you let it get two days late without noticing?

Your face must have shown something was wrong because Will raised an eyebrow “You good?” you nodded “Yeah, the cell bill is due today is all” he laughed “Need to pay that” and went back to the chart he had. You were panicking for nothing. It was stress or you were catching a cold or something.Right?

You ran by the pharmacy after shift but considering when you got home you wanted nothing more than to crash the test was forgotten until the following morning. When you climbed out of bed you walked across the room to where your purse sat like it held a bomb. 

You pulled the box out and stared at it “No big deal. Three minutes and you’ll know” you tried to convince yourself as you tore open the box then headed into the bathroom.

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“Well shit” you muttered, staring at the little plastic test with the two pink lines. You were pregnant with Kelly’s baby. What the fuck. Ok. You needed to tell him. You picked up your phone and stared at it for a moment then shrugged “Fuck it” you snapped a photo and sent it to him over text then hit the button to call him “What the fuck is that?” he asked and you laughed “Good morning to you too Sev. Anyways um I’m pregnant apparently. You’re the only person I’ve been sleeping with so there’s that. I’ve got to go to work so there’s no time to really get into it right now but I thought you should know as soon as I did. Um think about it, we’ll talk after my shift if that’s good with you?”

“Yeah” he replied so you let out a breath “Ok, we'll talk later. Bye”  “Bye” you stared at the phone then nodded to yourself, ok you needed to just focus on work. You would think about this later. You were a well educated woman, you knew your options you would make an informed decision and make an appointment with Dr Asher to check your health and see how far along you were then go from there on your next step”

Kelly sat there, looking at his phone ringing with your name lighting up the screen. He knew you were off work. He knew you wanted to talk but he couldn’t. He couldn’t face you. He’d gotten you pregnant. Fuck, he’d gotten you pregnant. What did he know about being a father? What example did he have? Benny? That was laughable. 

He couldn’t ruin your life, a kid’s life. He watched as the phone went dark then lit up again. You tried one more time then didn’t again. He should talk to you. He was man enough to fuck you and put that baby inside of you, he should be man enough to face it. He just couldn’t.

You sat on the bed in one of the exam rooms waiting for Dr Asher. Kelly hadn’t answered any of your calls so you were apparently doing this alone. After several days of sitting with it and looking at your financials and current life state and plans for the future, talking with your sister you decided to keep the baby. Would it be hard working full time as a nurse and being a single mother? Yes. Would you make it work? Also yes. Did you wish Kelly was here at your side? GOD YES.

You laid back on the bed and closed your eyes as a nurse knocked on the door. She called your name lightly then opened the door. You rolled your head to look at her with a smile “Hey” she grinned “Ready to see how far along you are and get a peek at the baby?” you nodded “Yes ma’am”

Kelly was pacing the floor in front of your apartment door. You should’ve been home an hour ago. He knew your schedule a little too well, he’d managed to get April to tell him but all she’d said was you’d had an appointment. What if he was too late? What if you’d made a decision and it hadn’t been to keep the baby? What if you’d had to face that alone? What if you’d decided to keep the baby and because of him disappearing the last week you would decide not to let him back in your life or in the baby’s?

 He cared about you, so damn much. He’d never admitted it but he did. That was why he never attempted to date after starting this hookup situation with you. He enjoyed it too much to fuck it up. You were beautiful and smart, an all around amazing woman. He’d just panicked, his fears had gotten the best of him. He couldn’t abandon you,couldn’t abandon his child.

“Well I’ll be damned. You aren’t dead” he heard your voice and looked up to see you walking towards him, still wearing your scrubs. He shrugged one shoulder “Can we talk?” you stared at him for a second then nodded “Yeah, come in” you walked past him and unlocked the door then stood to the side to let him in. 

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You were curious to see what Kelly had to say. You weren’t saying shit about the baby until you found out. You closed the door then turned to face him. His eyes went down to your stomach then back up to your face and you raised an eyebrow “What?”

“Did you..are you..” you sighed “Fucking hell Kelly! Speak!” he threw his hands up “Are you still pregnant?” you nodded slowly “I didn’t have an abortion Kelly. I chose to keep the pregnancy. I just came from my first prenatal appointment actually”  

A small smile slipped onto his face “Is it healthy?” you nodded “Everything measures right as it should. I’m about ten weeks” he nodded so you slipped your hand in your hip pocket and pulled out the ultrasound “It’s um a blip but do you want to see?” “Please” he asked so you walked over to stand right next to him.

He moved to look over your shoulder so you pointed to the little blip in the corner of the print “That’s the baby..our baby” his arm slipped around your waist as his head laughed over onto your shoulder “That’s our baby” he repeated in a light voice. You cut your eyes up at him and saw the light in his eyes and your heart flipped “Kelly, why are you here?” you asked and he looked down at you, your face inches apart.

“I care about you so much, I’m inches from being in love with you. I shouldn’t have reacted like I did when you told me you were pregnant, I just freaked out. I started thinking about what would happen if I turned out like Benny..” you cut him off by saying “You could never” and he smiled, one hand coming up to gently cup your face “Could you give me a do over? Please”

You laughed lightly “Ok” he grinned, both of you shaking your shoulders like you were working rain off then you took a deep breath “Kelly, I’m pregnant with your baby” a broad grin slipped onto his face as he pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around you. Once he broke away from the kiss he leaned down to be face to face with you “I want this baby, I want you. I will be at your side every step of the way. I will help you raise our baby and be the best father I can possibly be” you smiled “That’s all I ask Sev” he grinned “But I would like for you to at least be my girlfriend” you laughed likely “Deal” and he pressed another kiss to your lips, hand smoothing over your stomach “We’re gonna have a baby” you laughed lightly “I know Kel”

He laughed “This kid is gonna be gorgeous” you rolled your eyes “You’re ridiculous” he smiled “And your baby is half me sweetheart” your eyes widened playfully “Lord help us all” and he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he pressed another kiss to your lips “You’re gonna be a hot mom” he teased and you rolled your eyes “You’ll be a hot dad” he laughed lightly and nipped your bottom lip “I promise we’ll be together every step”

“I believe you Kelly but for now, take me to bed” he laughed “Yes ma’am, anything for you” 

@desimarie12

[longhardtransitionreturns]

I've always had this fantasy of not knowing I was pregnant, getting on a flight, and then having a really difficult birth on a plane while all the other passengers listen to my screams.

I spend the day leading up to my flight dealing with stomach cramps but figure they're either from the dodgy kebab I had at the pub or it's my period finally showing up. I've never been regular but it's been quite a while since I've had one so this could be the start of a really bad cycle.

I'm excited to wear my new jumpsuit, which is basically a one piece sweat suit that zips up the front. I'm meeting my partner when I land so I put on a tiny black lace thong and the matching bra and set off for the airport.

Wrangling my luggage while my stomach keeps clenching so hard it takes my breath away is difficult but I finally make it through security. I'm taking a break, rubbing my aching belly, when a pregnant woman passing grabs my shoulder and gives me a sympathetic smile.

"It hurts when they get rowdy, huh? Seems like they know when you're about to fly."

My cheeks turn red. I know I've been gaining weight but I didn't realize I looked pregnant!

I feel like it's rude to tell her that I'm not with child and actually just have to take a massive shit so I smile and mumble what I hope sounds like a sympathetic noise.

After unsuccessfully trying to go to the bathroom, I finally board my flight. I'm grateful to be in first class because it's suddenly really painful to sit any other way but with my legs spread wide.

I try to sleep, especially because I hate flying over the water and the first 6 hours of this flight are over the Atlantic. But not only does the pain in my stomach stop me from sleeping, it drives me from my seat every ten minutes to go strain on the toilet. I'm starting to freak out a little; I've never felt pain like this and for the first time I start to get scared something is really wrong.

Eventually even the engine noise can't mute the groans coming from the tiny plane bathroom. When I stumble out for my 10th time in 2 hours, the flight attendant is waiting with an annoyed looking man in a stained Metallica sweatshirt.

She stops me with a wary smile. "Honey, I think we need to get you checked out. This is John, he's an EMT. He's the only medical professional on board but he agreed to take a look."

John looks hungover or maybe still drunk and his agreement had to have been reluctant but he sits down with me in an empty last row of seats and starts asking questions about my symptoms. When I tell him I haven't had a period for almost a year but the pain feels a bit like period cramps, his eyes go wide as saucers.

"Uh, ma'am, I think I'm gonna need to check your vagina. I think you might be in labor."

I've had enough. This is the second time today someone has thought I'm pregnant! I get up and brush roughly past John and start making my way back up to my seat, hopefully to sleep.

I barely make it to the middle of the plane before the worst pain yet clinches my belly and I feel an undeniable weight plop painfully into my pelvis. It drops me to my knees and I'm suddelny howling in agony, much to the horror of my fellow passengers.

I don't even have time to think before I feel a pop and fluid gushes out of my twat, soaking my panties and jumpsuit. I feel just a second of relief before the pressure is back, worse than I've ever felt, and I know with sudden horrifying clarity that the weight is that of a baby moving down my birth canal.

"There's a baby in my pussy and I need to push!"

John and the flight attendant are immediately at my side, pulling me painfully to my feet. Before I really even know what's happening I'm in the galley in the back of the plane with John unzipping my jumpsuit and peeling my soaked thong down my legs. They lay me spread eagle on the floor and he sticks his fingers up me.

I'm pretty out of it from the pain and shock but over the next ten minutes I gather I'm seven centimeters dilated, it's three hours until we land whether we turn around or keep going, and I'm probably going to have to crown a baby lying on a dirty floor underneath the drawer where they keep the diet Coke and little bottles of liquor.

I can't really focus on anything but the pain, which now includes long, searing stabs through my back as well as my front. The pressure is insane. I never imagined birth would feel like my hips are going to dislocate because the baby passing through them is so big. I hear John say things like "back labor" and "posterior" and, worryingly, "very narrow pelvis" but by that point I am in transition and shaking and puking and pleading for someone to let me die it hurts so bad.

I learned later, through a TikTok video a fellow passenger posted that got four million likes, that I crowned for thirty minutes. The guy who posted the video made a time lapse and edited my screams for help and death over it. He even got a cheeky shot of my bruised, bleeding pussy stretched around the head at the widest point.

When it finally pops out, I pray my ordeal is almost over. But, no matter how hard John pulls or I push, the shoulders are jammed tight in my opening. I spend the final half hour of the flight with a massive head hanging out of me while I drift in and out of consciousness.

I remember how bad it hurt for that head to be jostled when the plane landed and it was agony to be lifted on to the stretcher, my legs carefully held wide to accommodate the head hanging between them. I remember being horrified most of the passengers were filming me being wheeled up the aisle, legs open, screaming about the pain in my pussy every time we hit a bump.

It wasn't until hours later, my 14lb son in my arms and the good drugs masking the horror of what they had to do to me down there to finally get him all the way out, that I realized the creative folks on the internet had turned my birth from hell into a trending TikTok song.

I never really found the humor in putting me screaming "I've got a baby in my pussy and I need to push" and "Oh my God, my clitoris just ripped" to music. Especially since all I got was a kid I didn't want and a lifetime fear of both birth and flying.

[vhyunjinverse]

One of your Girls

f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)

summary: There’s nothing like an old fashioned birthday celebration amongst friends going to the strip club, but it’s something when the Diamond herself is Toji’s treat for the night.

warnings: age gap (reader is 23 toji is 27), minor smoking, oral (m receiving), porn with plot, choking, creampie, squirting, spit kink, fingering, throat fucking, nipple piercing reader, tongue piercing toji

“Never been here before.” Toji grumbles, looking around the club. The music was loud, people going in and out of two separate doors. There was tight security and the area was clean, not your average strip club. Along with Gojo, Getou and Sukuna, the strip club was an ideal destination for celebrating Toji’s birthday. “It’s a cleaner spot, more expensive too. Might start comin here instead of the one we usually go to.” Sukuna pulls out a cigarette, quickly lighting it and giving it a puff. The quad shared a quick smoke session as they neared the door. Gojo taking the lead to the security guard that multitasked in reservations, “Fushiguro.” The white haired male leaning over the list to be nosey.

Toji scoffed while they took care of the business. He wasn’t one to really celebrate his birthday. To him it was another regular day of the year. However, his associates (his best friends he’s known for over ten years) always find some way to celebrate it (even without him). He took another look around the fancy place before chuckling. It reminded him of his college days, how wild he was before his family stepped in and sent him overseas. He stayed, and his friends came along. He caught his success here.

The inside of the club was even better. The floors a velvet red, private rooms lined the halls. Different stages each with a different group of girls dancing on poles. Men, hungry men, gawking at them with money ready to throw if it hasn’t been thrown yet.

“Shit….how much was this?” He laughs ex excitedly. Sukuna had already wondered off to a section the moment they stepped in. “Happy birthday.” Getou nodded with a wink afterwards. The trio kept walking down the hall until another door opened, and there was another stage ahead. Only one pole. The room was crowded but Toji found a seat close the front. Neither of the tables and chairs were placed too close to the stage. The men whistled. Gojo ended up separating from them once he sat eyes on the bar, his long haired friend right behind him.

There left the green eyed male, staring at the pole as the lights dimmed a seductive red. Music played from the speakers, good quality as well,

But that was when it happened. You- the diamond. The way your leg peeked from behind the velvet curtain, the way your body slowly made its way to the pole…how your hands wrapped around the cool metal. Your curls falling around your face, trailing behind your every move. Your curves emphasized by the black thong-like panties hugging your waist. Toji’s eyes rested on just how juicy your cunt looked hiding behind the material. His breath hitched. catching your brown eyes. Your hands snake around your neck, moaning softly while you rocked around the pole. Your eyes rolled, squeezing.

It felt like the whole world had stopped. Toji had seen many strippers, many..many strippers but you..you pulled him in. The room was quiet part from the music. No man spoke, no man made even a peep, other than the money being thrown at your body that moved like silk. You throw your head back, hands reaching for your bra. Toji scanned your face, your plump lips- the dimple he could see, all down to the beautifully detailed artwork on your face. If he knew you personally he wouldn’t even know.

The material slipped off your shoulders, you wrapping the straps around your fingers, holding the bra. Toji licked his lips, his tongue pausing on the scar for a second. His eyes trailing your pierced nipples, both hard.

“I heard..someone’s birthday is today.” Your voice sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock that already shown its excitement. You glanced around the room until your eyes landed on his. You hum softly, heels clicking against the stage to the soft floor. On your knees, you crawled to him, back arching. Toji watched your every move, a smirk slowly rising to his lips. He heard Gojo’s snicker somewhere in the background, sneaky bastard. He’d have to thank him later.

You were between his thighs, hands on either side of his legs. Toji reached over to touch you- anything to be in control, but you shook your head. “Happy birthday..Toji.” You stood, your leg resting on the arm of his chair. So close…his heart was racing. It was only you in the room it seemed to Toji. He didn’t care for the men that whistled and still threw money. He didn’t acknowledge how rowdy they were when you sat on his lap and grinded over his hard cock. He sure as hell didn’t hear a damn thing when you leaned back, head on his shoulder, whispering softly into his ear: follow me.

“Happy fuckin birthday to me.” Toji looked over your body. The private room private to only you two. No one else. There was a small stage and pole but you didn’t use that, no, you didn’t have to. You leaned up, wrapping your bra around Toji’s broad frame and pulling him down. His lips crashed with yours. You moan into the kiss, his hands going down to grip your ass. You didn’t miss the cool material of his tongue piercing either. It made you moan. A good looking man at your job…perfect for you. “Been wanting this. Thought i was gonna have to wait.” He picked you up, causing you to squeal. “Toji-“

“You had yer turn princess. It’s my turn now.” He pushes you up against the wall, hand around your throat. You wrap your legs around his torso, his lips going to flick your pierced buds. “Mm..” you breathe. He sucked them. It almost seemed like he waited for your milk. The way he hungrily nawed at your breast..the grip on your neck. He squeezed and squeezed. “Want you on this dick.” He grumbles, other hand coming to squeeze the tit in his mouth. “So fuckin badly.”

Toji pulls back, mouth wet with his own saliva. He licked his lips as he pulled you from the wall. He carried you to the love seat. “You want that princess?” He asks, slapping your thigh to spread them. You whimper, opening your legs. He’s tugging at his belt to the button that couldn’t unbutton fast enough. You were so wet, nodding at his words… “Want you to fill me.” You lay back.

Toji’s fingers trail your inner thigh. He stops at your panties, the thing material being no help to how wet you were. “Look at that..” He groans, finger brushing over your clit through your panties. He licks his lips as he rubs it a bit faster. You kept your legs open wide as they twitched at the feeling. “all this for me. who else you spreadin your legs for huh?” He wasted no time smacking the soaked surface. You clench at the feeling.“hm?” Toji asks as he pulls your panties to the side. His fingers wet with your slick. You leaned right there for him. Your clit exposed, yearning for his touch. The tip of Toji’s fingers brush over the exposed skin, his eyes flicking up to your flushed face. How you stared at him while he teased your poor little pussy..the face you made while he made those slight brushes up against your sensitive clit. Your brows furrow when his finger slip inside of you with ease. Your lips forming a small ‘o’ at how his long fingers curled inside of you. “yes..yes-fuck.” your hips rock against the fingers that pressed and pressed inside of you.

“feels s’good toji..ah-“ you bite your lip,biting back the moans you wanted to scream out. Leaning forward, you run a hand over Toji’s clothes cock. The way you could see the veins pressed against the cotton material from how hard he was. “Need it..fuck i need it.” you whimper. “I know baby, I know.” Toji drunk on how wet you were for him. You pull at the band of his underwear until his cock springs free. You pull your hand back, licking a long, wet stripe on it. His tip was red and leaking. You wasted no time licking your land again, earning another finger from Toji. You take his cock in your hands, pumping him slow down base to tip.

Toji’s thumb presses against your clit, his fingers playing inside of you. “I could do this all day..yer warm princess.” He mumbled, his hips rocking forward. He fucked himself into your hand faster. “Right there..right there wait-“ you gasp, hips jerking. You squeezed around his fingers, that thumb still pressed against your clit. You whine feeling yourself gush over the fingers, his thumb circling your clit while you coated them. You lips fell agape while you stared up at him. Toji’s smirk only grew wider at that look in your eyes. His cock slipped right between your plump lips.

Legs shaking while Toji pumped your pussy full of his fingers, his thick cock touching the back of your throat. You stared up at him through teary eyes, smirk on his face while looking down at you. “Fuck baby- m’gonna cum soon if yer keep lookin at me like that.” He groans, other hand reaching down to tangle in your curls. He tugs softly, burring your face against the happy trail. His cock slipping all the way in your mouth. “I’ll give it to ya good if you don’t choke.” He laughs afterwards, throwing his head back at the warmth of your throat. You try your best, knowing just how needy you were in this moment.

“That’s it princess..fuck-“ Toji’s hips jerked. You choke slightly, the warm seed spilling down your throat. You gag just a bit, but still swallowing around his thick head. “fuck fuck fuck..” He groans, looking down at you through half lid eyes. “good fucking girl taking my cock.” He slips out, holding his cock against your mouth, slapping it against your lips. You lick every bit, Toji’s wet fingers slipping through his lips. “Taste good.”

You shudder and take a deep breath. Getting up you hold onto Toji’s arm. He takes your lips into his immediately. You taste yourself on his lips, and vise versa for him who only deepened the kiss. His spit trailed down your chin. His hand coming back to hold your neck. You pull back, “Shit-“ Out of breath. It only makes him laugh.

“This the part where I pay for yer college or somethin?” He takes a seat where you once were. You hum and straddle his lap. “Not yet.” You wink, “I said i wanted you in me, i meant that.”

He hums and rubs his hands over your hips, guiding you slowly on his cock. You hiss at the feeling, but the tip went in with ease thanks to Ojis fingers. You whimper, looking up at his slightly red face. Toji’s biting his lip, bottoming out once your heat surrounded him. “Perfect pussy for me hm?” He leans his head back on the soft cushion. You take his cock best you can. He lets you take all the time you need, which was nice. He worked you in perfectly. Once you settled down to base your body instinctively leaned into him. He was warm, his bare chest pulling your body into him. Toji bottoms out inside of you, shuddering.

He fucks into you nice and slow, every inch slipping into you perfectly. Toji filled every part of your hole. He moans into your ear, tongue lapping at your lobe. “M’gonna fill you up princess.” He groans. “Gonna give you all of this dick.”

“M..Myeah.” You groan into his chest. “cumming-“ you felt him hit your sweet spot. Your cunt tightening around him. “Shit..” He filled you with his seed. His grip on your hips tightened, the way he pushed you down further to make sure you took all of it..

“Happy birthday..” you slur, your eyes fluttering shut. He kisses your forehead chuckling softly.

[serene-sun]

Okay last thing bc I don’t wanna spam and I’ve sent 2 ideas already but any chance you could do some headcannons or a blurb (whichever you prefer) about a threeway with Ifrit and Omega?

𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘

warnings: sexual themes but no sex

“Another hundred out of papa's pay check?” You tease softly as the ghoul slides a large bill into the hem of your bra, “If I had known you two were so spoiled I would have charged more.” 

“Are you suggesting our talent doesn't get us any reward?” Ifirt says softly into your ear as his claw trails up your neck.

“Oh no I know the way you parade on stage gets you several…rewards…” You reply with red lips pressing against the soft skin of Omega’s cheek.

The quint ghoul lets out a little grunt as your hand cups his groin, his eyes never leaving your pale thighs as they slightly part.

The ministry was known for its sexual energy, but what some didn't know was that there was a secret brothel that took place on weekend nights. It was an abandoned chapel on the western side of the grounds that was repurposed with tapestries and rugs, pillows and soft furniture and warm lights to the brothel it was now. The sisters and brothers of sin who worked it paid by the hour, some by the minute depending on how sensual they got with clients.

You, a sister of sin, was one of the many who had regulars. It wasn't rare for ghouls to show up, but it was rare for them to truly hold a bond with the whores. 

These nights after black mass, Ifrit and Omega held a common lust for you. They would come after or before mass to see you. 

Omega was a massive ghoul, it was no secret he was the leader of his pack. He was phlegmatic and sensual, his strict demeanor coating his lustful words of praise and pride. Omega had a calming effect from his quintessence, it made women and men swoon over him. 

The ghoul had two large horns with a few cracks and chips made of lapis lazuli and two fiery white eyes that glowed. His tail swayed softly against the carpet, it was black and furry with small strands of white hair across his body. 

Ifrit was also a large ghoul, more on the smaller side but he was also seen as one of the leaders of his group. His horns shiny and polished, the red carnelian crystal of them reflected lights beautifully as he talked with intent. 

The ghouls were truly ineffable in power, their strength scared people and their will haunted others. But some, women like you, sought enjoyment out of the fear. The way their claws could cut through skin so easily, and their ability to know your thoughts and actions spiked an interest in you that made your whole body tingle. But you knew the terrific beasts were sagacious with their lives.

You were fervent for this with the ghouls, this connection they had with you would grow every visit. It would be a lie to say you hadn't had dreams of them at night, or watched them about their day.

An average man would say you were meretricious, having no value other than your outer beauty. But ifrit and Omega made you feel special, like no other sibling there. Sometimes they would bring you gifts like expensive lingerie or wine.

“Tell me my love, how can I please you tonight?” Omega grumbled into your ear as his claw trailed up your leg, snapping against the fishnets threatening to break them. 

His gentle touch sent a shiver down your spine, “Take off your clothes,” You ask as Ifirt licks behind your ear.

You had always ameliorated uncomfortable guests, you never got as far as letting them have actual sex. You would only go as far as being nude and pleasuring each other, ignoring the real sex. But you felt now in the air that these ghouls were growing impatient with this “rule” of yours.

The quint and fire ghoul undressed, leaving just you clothed in lingerie and your hair thrown messily into a clip. 

The room had cleared out, leaving the prostitutes resting other than yourself. The quiet atmosphere raised with heat, not from the crackling fireplace but from the sexual tension as you took the two ghouls erections in your hands.

You felt heat drip into your gut, like molten lava that tempted you to draw you into a dark abyss. The candles flickered, and you closed your eyes focusing on the intense fire that grew between your legs as you felt the net against your legs tear against a sharp claw. You whined unintentionally as the hands roamed up your chest and tugged at the lace of your bra. 

“Have me, please..” You whine, cracking your eyes open to be pushed back against the bed of pillows

The night would continue not like any other, and you would be filled with absolute bliss.

[shinestarhwaa]

DIRRTY | J.WY

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem reader

Tags/warnings: woo is a gym rat, reader is direct as hell, rough sex, protected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus&fingering, blow job

ENJOY!

Ever since you've started working out on the regular, every Friday and Saturday, you found this gorgeous man at your gym.

He had been eyeing you since the start, watching you run on the threadmill, most of the time. You had been shocked by all the machines and weights in the room. You couldn't even remember the names of them, so you just decided to use the threadmill for now.

You tried to think about it innocently first, the way he looked at you, maybe he was just interested in the way you ran.

In reality, the guy was just staring at your bouncing boobs. One day you just decided to come in a legging and a sports bra, just to put on a show for him.

He smirked, sitting back on whatever he was using to pump up his chest. The veins in his arms were pumping with adrenaline.

After 20 minutes you stopped, grabbing your bottle of water, nearly chugging all of it down in one go.

"Thirsty, huh?" A voice creeped up behind you, startling you.

You turned around, and you saw the beautiful man right in front of you. He was even more beautiful close up.

You gave him a nice smile. "Pretty much."

"You're new here right? What's your name?" the man smiled, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"My name's Y/N, who are you, man-that-keeps-staring-at-my-breasts?" You giggled when you saw his eyes slide down to your chest.

"Excuse me, sorry," his eyes met yours again, "I'm Jung Wooyoung."

Wooyoung, what a pretty name. For a pretty face.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Jung Wooyoung," you winked as you picked up your belongings and made your way to the locker room.

•

The next week Wooyoung was there again, eyeing you up and down, running on the threadmill.

When you stopped running he came over to you, greeting you happily. "Hello, Y/N," he smiled as he leaned against the wall again, just like he had last time.

"Good evening, Jung Wooyoung," you smiled back, "are you done with your work out?"

"Kinda, I feel a little pent up though." A smirk played on his lips.

"Oh?" You smirked. You knew where this conversation was heading. "I can tell, by the bulge in your sweats."

You startled him with your direct words. He quickly looked around but as the gym almost closed, it was pretty empty.

"What do you want from me Wooyoung? You wanna fuck? Cause you can get it."

Wooyoung's eyes were wide but hungry when you told him your offer. "Here?!"

"No, dumbass, not here, my place is right across the street, fuck me there."

"Well, I can't say no to that."

•

"Just take it off, Woo, sex me up," you spat.

You had taken him back to your place, rushing over to get naked, but Wooyoung was taking his sweet time with your sportswear.

"Not once with patience, huh?" "Shut up," you said, as you literally shut him up by crashing your lips together again.

Both your sweaty clothes were removed quickly, hastily pulling the materials off as you attacked each others necks and shoulders with kisses.

You felt his hands everywhere, and they eventually landed on your plump ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

The two of you stumbled through the apartment, not wanting to let you. You probably knocked over a lamp or 2 while trying to get into your bedroom.

He looked at you in awe when your panties came off, almost drooling at the sight of your wet pussy.

He pushed you down on your bed and pinned you down, holding your wrists above your head as he kissed you roughly.

You whined when you felt his hand palm your tight wetness. You moaned against his lips when you felt his fingers on your clit.

"Please," you moaned out as he teased his fingers through your folds. "What do you want baby?"

"Need your fingers, yeah, fuck, I want your fingers, fuck me with your fingers, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung swore he'd lose his mind if you'd beg for him one more time. "You're so fucking hot Y/N," he grunted.

Wooyoung entered your wet hole with two fingers, stretching out your tight pussy. He nearly moaned when you clenched around your fingers.

"God, baby, do you hear how wet you are for me?"

His fingers pumped quickly inside you, lightly curling them just to hit your good spots.

"Yes, so fucking wet for you, Wooyoung, c-come on, harder!" you begged.

"Fuck, your mouth's so dirty, Y/N."

You felt yourself getting closer to climaxing, grabbing the sheets tightly in your fists, knuckles nearly turning white.

Wooyoung started licking your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. He nearly started making slurping noises with the amount of arousal that coated your core.

"I'm so close, Wooyoung! F-fuck, yes! L-lick my fucking pussy!" you begged as your thighs trapped his face between your legs.

Wooyoung never stopped, eating you out like a starved man.

Your breathing became heavier, whines louder and you felt yourself come undone on his fingers and tongue.

He slowly rode out your orgasm by rubbing your clit. You panted softly and ran your hand through your hair.

"I love how dirty you are, Y/N," Wooyoung smirked as he came back up, sitting on the bed.

You got up from the bed and got on your knees in front of him. You took his hard, leaking cock in your hand and smeared the precum dripping from the tip all the way to his base.

Wooyoung whined when you started pumping his cock up and down.

"Please suck my cock, Y/N, wanna feel your mouth on me, wanna see you gag on it."

You smirked and let go of his cock, opening your mouth wide open. Wooyoung licked his lips and entered his cock into your mouth.

He ran his hands through your hair and gently held your head still, slowly fucking his cock into your mouth. You moaned around him, feeling the weight of his length on your tongue.

Wooyoung moaned and threw his head back, now starting to bob your head up and down on his dick.

"So fucking good, take my fucking cock, huh? Take it, fucking take it."

You gagged when you felt him hit your throat with his big cock. He smirked and only sped up his pace. You looked at him with watery eyes as you kept choking on his cock.

When he felt himself getting close he pulled away from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air.

He pulled you back on the bed and laid you down on your stomach. You rested yourself on your elbows and put your ass up for him after handing him a condom.

The man ripped the package with his teeth and rolled the condom over his length.

Wooyoung pushed his dick deeply inside you and moaned out, throwing his head back.

His hands roamed over your ass as he started thrusting his hips rapidly.

The sound of your sweaty skin slapping together filled the room, making you drip with arousal.

"O-oh yes, there, right there, Wooyoung!" you moaned out when you felt him hitting your g-spot.

"Yeah? There? Right there baby?" He panted out as he kept hitting your sweet spot with his tip.

You groaned when his hands reached out to fondle your breasts. "C-come on, Woo, harder, give it to me," you teased him, wanting to test his limits.

"Want it harder, huh?"

You got what you asked for, he fucked you roughly into the matrass, moans slipping from his lips as you clenched around his sculpted length.

"Yes! Yes, god!"

"Fuck, baby you take me so well, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

"Yes! F-fuck me too!" You whined out. His cock kept hitting all the good places and his hands on your sensitive breasts made you go crazy.

It only took a few more thrusts of his dick until you came undone together with a loud moan, Wooyoung spilling his seeds into the condom.

Wooyoung slowed down and pressed kisses on your shoulders. You whined softly and let yourself fall on the matrass.

"Good... so good for me..."

Wooyoung pulled out of your sopping wet cunt and threw away the condom.

For a minute you two laid together, basking in your afterglow.

"We're gonna do this again, Y/N, we're gonna fuck a lot from now on."

"Absolutely."

[charlesslut16]

Hi girl,

Just thought I’d start out by saying I love you fan fictions I just think that you are so talented 😊

Anyway onto the fanfiction request. Can I request a George Russell imagine, where the reader is plus sized and works a regular job (you can decide what that job would be) anyway she doesn’t look like the other WAGs, she doesn’t like the designer brands and all the spotlight that comes with being a WAG. So she stands in the mirror and questions why George picked her to be his girlfriend and how he could do better, and he is standing behind the bathroom door hearing all this stuff that she is saying about her self and he sort of confronts her about and soothes her and it’s all cute at the end.

Many Thanks, Rebecca 😊

-Cingulomania-

summary : cingulomania : A strong desire to hold a person in your arms. George wants to hold you after the horrible things you said about yourself.

PAIRING : george russell x fem!plus sized!reader

WARNINGS : angst, insecurity, bad talk about body image (you look amazing!)

note : If you are in such a situation, please go and talk to someone about it! I am also here if you want to talk to me. I love you!

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You had met george in the early state of his Formula One career. George came to the restaurant you worked at with his family and as you served them, you and george had an instant connection.

After the dinner, george came up to the bar you were working from at the moment and had asked for your number. You gave it to him and your journey together began.

You started going on dates together and the more the two of you had done, the more you two fell in love with one another. It was a match made in heaven.

His family and you or only you alone had come to his races. All of George's fans were so happy that he had finally found someone to make him happy. But after some time, every thing wasn't as good as before.

George had become more famous, which meant more people were looking at you and him. This made you very uncomfortable. You didn't look like the typical wag.

You had never liked or felt comfortable with the designer brands or make - up, that the other wags wore. The spotlight that came with being a wag didn't agree with you either. 

And the fact that you were not on the skinny side of life made it even more frustrating. You hated how you looked, and most especially how you looked next to other wags.

Due to you feeling that way about yourself, you now stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom you shared with george. The only things you wore were a pair of panties, a bra and some high knee socks.

The skin of your breasts was on the verge of spilling, your stomach stuck out and the skin of your thighs was also on the verge of spilling out of your high knee socks.

You thought that you looked hideous. The bad thoughts were flooding your mind. And there was one question that was in your head since the day you started dating,

Why did George choose you to be his girlfriend?

You couldn't get a grip on it. He was one of the fittest drivers on the entire grid, so why did he ask you. You thought that you looked very ugly, but george had other thoughts about it.

What you didn't know, was that while you were looking at yourself in the mirror, George came home. He called out your name, but you didn't hear him, so he walked up to your shared bedroom.

Just as george wanted to open the door, he heard you talking. He was smiling, he heard your voice, but the smile faded quickly as he heard what you had said about yourself.

"George could do so much better than me."

"I don't understand why he chose me."

"I mean, I look so ugly"

"I'm not a model, I'm just a normal girl, who works at a restaurant."

Your boyfriend furrowed his brows at your statements. He was perplexed. You were the most beautiful girl in this whole universe, His angel that was made for him.

George opened the door what out letting another minute pass by. He couldn't hear all the bad things that you said about yourself. You were his girlfriend, his beautiful, smart girlfriend.

You jumped as you heard the door open. At the door stood george with a sad expression on his face. The door closed and george walked up to you, took your hand in his and walked with you to the bed.

The second he opened his mouth to say something, he stopped because you weren't looking at him. So he tilted your chin up with his middle and index finger.

"Baby, why would you say something like this about yourself?"

"I-I mean, it's true. Have you ever looked at me? I look so ugly, why would you ever choose me, I don't understand."

"What do you mean, why would I ever choose you? I love you. I wanted you to be my girlfriend, because you are smart, witty, beautiful and independent. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"But I'm not like the other wags. I'm not skinny, I don't like designer things, I hate being in the spotlight. You could have everyone but you want me, why. I'm normal, nothing special. "

"You are special to me! I don't need a skinny model who only wants my money. I want you, my beautiful, smart girlfriend, who loves working at the restaurant and reading. Please don't ever talk about yourself like that."

"I can't. I don't. Í don't feel good about my self."

"Well, I'm here for you and I will remind you how beautiful you look. Can you promise me that i you ever feel like this again, you will tell me? Please."

"Promise."

George looked you in the eyes and held up his hand with his pinky finger out. Every time you promised something to each other, you made a pinky promise. You intertwined your finger with his and smiled.

"Pinky promise, georgie."

"Thank you gorgeous."

"I love you, bubs"

"I love you, sweetheart."

He took you into his arms and hugged you, while he stroked your hair and whispered encouragements and sweet comments inside your ear, He never wanted you to feel like this.

For the days that you didn't have enough love for yourself, george was there and gave enough love for the both of you.

[xamaxenta]

I think I asked this before and it didn’t go through (if it did ignore this pls my memory is Swiss cheese)

Mommy Marco

But she’s an old school leather biker and mechanic

Greased stained tank top and coveralls wrapped around her waist, some kind of mullet/mohawk hair going on.

Her tiddy piercings are visible through her shirt.

Ace comes in to get her bike fixed and immediately gets side tracked because

FUuuuuck. It's even worse because nothing she does works, marco completely ignores her flirting. So ace calls in the big guns (sabo)

Sabo shows up with a short skirt button up that hangs off her shoulders and no bra.

Marco pulls out a pair of reading glasses to go over some papers.

Sabo gets is knocked out instantly, she has no power

Ace and sabo start becoming regular customers to the shop (with more and more ridiculous problems and sluttier outfits) trying their hardest to get marco to crack (to sleep with them)

One of the other employees tries to bring it up with marco like "hey you know they really really want to sleep with you right?"

Marco snorts "oh I know, but my days of rolling into and out of girls beds are over. If they want me, they have to want an us"

Finally one night close to closing sabo storms into Marcos office

Marco raised a brow. "Can I help you?" Voice neutral so neutral it made Sabo want to scream and tear out her hair.

Sabo stalked up to the desk, not sashayed not strutted, stalked, her heels clicking on the floor like a countdown to the end.

She slammed her hands on the desk. “Let me eat your pussy. You can pull my hair, suffocate me l don't care, just let me get you off.”

Marco raised a brow, “and your girlfriend?”

"She literally was calling your name when I pegged her last night."

There was a long silence, Marco seemed to be having an internal debate. Tapping at the desk slowly.

"You want me?"

"Yes!" Sabo threw her hands in the air "What part of let me eat your pussy do you not comprehend?"

Marco rose from the desk, it was easy to forget how tall she was. How much space she filled.

A callused hand cupped sabos chin. "You're going to have to do what I say, can you do that?"

Sabo swallowed almost certain that it had been a mistake not to wear underwear today. "Yes."

"Good girl."

Ace pushed the shop door open, "sabo?"

Her girlfriend had sent her a message to get her ass down to the mechanics.

There was a loud moan followed by the rev of an engine. Ace turned and instinctively clenched around nothing.

Sabo was spread out naked on Marco's bike, cheek pressed into the leather drooling. Marco was behind, her bare tits bouncing, gorgeous leather straps snug on her hips. The neon blue dildo ramming into Sabos cunt with a force that Was making the bike lurch.

Marco pressed a hand into the small of sabos back and with the other revved the engine.

Sabo screamed, come glistening on the leather seat.

Ace must've whimpered, moaned. Because Marco looked at her. "You good?"

Ace made an involuntary squeak as marco pulled the dildo out of sabo with a pop, the older woman casually sticking her fingers into the drooling cunt. Making the younger woman whimper and moan.

"I-" ace felt a wet sensation sliding down her leg "I think I just came."

"Pity." Marco stuck the come covered fingers into sabos mouth who began to suck them dutifully. "I wanted to see if I could make you gape like this doll.”

"I can." Aces heart was pounding, she was shaking. "I can take bigger dicks that sabo!"

"That true doll?" Marco was looking to sabo now, not bothering to remove her fingers.

Sabo nodded her eyes glassy, hips wiggling down the seat. Back towards the dildo.

"Uh uh." Marco chided removing her fingers and smacking the younger woman's ass with a resounding smack.

She smacked the pale flesh several more times, till both cheeks were bright red.

Aces cunt throbbed with each slap of flesh

Marco leaned back stroking her dildo idly, patting her large bare thighs. She crooked a finger to ace. "Cmere sweet heart. I want to see how you ride."

Sabo getting dicked down as she deserves at the end when she pegged Ace the night before— didnt even fill Ace’s cunt just made her squirt from some insane anal instead…

Sorry it took me so long to post this i was… hoarding and coveting again bc it was so good and bc i was trying rly hard to think of a good tag so i can find this again whenever i want which is now made but

Ace coming on the spot just from walking in and watching them can i get the longest hell yea boi bc im nutting right there with her 😫💦💦💦

I love wombenn mas… im always speechless over how good this au is

Sabos nickname being DOLL 🥰 whats Ace’s? Hussy? Stud? I can see Marco calling her cute biker goth gal a stud whilst double penetrating her holes with the dual strap bc shes gREAT at multistasking,,,

Ace being competitive now that theyve managed to snag Marcos attention 😋… says she can take bigger which TRUE but also realises even she has a limit… what that limit is yet to be found out tho (its fisting—)

[goldenempyrean]

Interstellar Sniffles

〚 Notes - Hi, I finally got round to writing something suffient. Hopefully this is enough :) There's a definitely a chance for a pt2 if that's something you'd like, just lmk! 〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat get's sick with an Asgardian illness so it falls on you and Wanda to take care of her. Even if it means catching her germs. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3500 〛

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〘 Part 2 〙

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Asgardian-Muticulated-Rhinovirus 

Nothing more than a minor inconvenience for most Asgardians. Light sniffles, minor headache? Well, that was nothing to the Thunder God from space but for humans? Regular humans with regular Earth immune systems. Maybe it was a little bit more complicated than that. 

It was a pretty normal Sunday when the God had landed back at the compound early that afternoon - he’d just come back from tending to some urgent out-of-worldly business and had decided to swing by to pay a visit to his fellow Avengers. Everybody was glad to see him and the whole team spent the rest of the day chatting and catching up. However, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, souvenirs and stories weren’t the only thing that Thor had brought back with him.  

As the night drew on everyone had retired into one of the entertainment rooms to stick on a movie and get comfortable. You found yourself sitting in between your two girlfriends, Wanda at your left casually playing Flappy Bird on her phone not really paying attention to the ongoing film while Nat was curled up on your right, her head resting against your shoulder. 

After about an hour, you couldn’t help but notice Nat becoming unsettled as she tried to stop herself from yawning widely. This continued for a few minutes before her final attempt of stifling her yawn failed and she gave in to it and stirred against you as she mumbled, “I think I’m gonna head to bed.” 

“You okay baby?” Wanda asked, overhearing her groggy mumble. 

“I'm fine, just tired.” The redhead dismissed her worry with a small smile before offering her hands out to both of you, “You two coming?” 

Now that she mentioned it, it was getting late and going to bed was probably a sensible idea. So, the three of you said your goodbyes and headed off in the direction of your bedroom. 

Out of view of the guys, Nat let herself relax a little and it became obvious that she was beyond tired. Her movements felt stiff, and her eyes seemed to be closing on their own accord. Slipping an arm around her waist, Wanda led her into the bedroom and sat her down at the end on the bed. 

“PJs?” You offered, after receiving two nods you went to find some whilst your two other girlfriends washed up for bed. By the time they came back out you’d laid out two sets and were already half-changed into your own.  

Whilst the two were changing, you washed up yourself and came back into the bedroom to find Nat already snuggled down in the centre of your king-size bed, blanket wrapped snugly around her leaving only her red tied back hair in view. 

“She settled down fast.” You noted as you grabbed your pyjama shirt from the edge of the bed. 

Wanda nodded as she came over to throw her arms over your shoulder’s, softly tugging on the black straps of your exposed bra, “She’s just tired. Maybe we can sleep in a little tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, I’ll turn my alarm off then.” You agreed but something was still playing on your mind, “Do you not think it's a little odd though?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, she seemed lively and then in the space of a few hours she was exhausted.” You pursed your lips a little as Wanda squeezed your shoulder in comfort. 

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting how draining all the guys can be once we’re all together.” Wanda offered in response before kissing your exposed collarbone, “Plus it’s not just her, we’re both tired too, don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes.” 

“I guess you’re right.” You admitted and turned your head to the side to kiss Wanda’s lips before she released you from her hold, “I still find it odd though.” 

You looked over to give Wanda a final unsure glance to which she only shrugged her shoulders a little before climbing in bed beside the redhead. With nothing more to say, you finished changing into your pyjamas before quickly climbing into bed yourself, snuggling down into the thick covers. To your surprise, Nat already seemed to be asleep, her head settled comfortably against Wanda’s shoulder. 

“She’s adorable when she’s sleepy.” Wanda whispered quietly as she carefully leaned over to kiss your cheek, “Goodnight darling.” 

“Goodnight sweetie.” 

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When you woke up the next morning you instantly knew something was up. Someone was snoring. 

Now this may seem completely normal at first, but the thing was that neither Wanda nor Nat snored. Ever. Not once in the three years you’d been sharing a bed had you woken up to snoring. Wait no, maybe except for that one time Wanda had the flu for a week and was so congested her snores were more akin to the sound of a jet plane then natural human noises. 

Listening closely, you quickly realised that the sounds were coming from the girl cuddled closely beside you. 

As you shifted a little to get a better look at Nat, you noticed that her face was flushed, and her breathing was slightly laboured. Her body was radiating heat and she seemed to be tossing and turning uncomfortably. 

Immediately, you knew that something was wrong. You gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "Nat, Nat, wake up," you whispered softly, but she didn't stir. You shook her again, a little harder this time. "Natasha, wake up," you repeated, more urgently. 

Finally, she stirred, her eyes opening slowly. As she looked up at you, you could see the exhaustion and discomfort etched on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper as she buried her face into you. 

“You were tossing and turning a lot baby,” You explained, “and you were snoring pretty loudly which is unlike you.” 

Natasha nodded weakly, still looking dazed and unwell. "I feel really hot," she murmured, pressing her hand to her forehead. 

You instinctively reached out to touch her forehead as well, and your fears were confirmed. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. "You do feel really warm baby, I’m pretty sure you’re running a temperature,” you sighed, your voice laced with concern. 

You felt a pang of worry in your chest. It sounded like she might be coming down with something, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for not noticing the signs the night before. 

Wanda stirred beside you, her eyes opening slowly. "Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice laced with concern. 

"Nat's not feeling well," You explained, your voice soft. 

Wanda's expression softened as she looked at Nat. "Oh, baby," she whispered, reaching out to stroke her hair gently, “This is why you were so tired, hm?” 

Her response was only a small nod followed by a thick set of rattling coughs which left her red and breathless. You and Wanda each exchanged worried glances as the latter rubbed began to her back whilst you stood up to go get her some water. 

Luckily in the few moments it took to get her the drink, her chest had seemed to calm down a little and Nat was now sitting up as Wanda continued to rub comforting circles along her back. 

“Drink this for me baby?” You asked, offering out the glass of water to which she accepted readily. 

Once she’d drank half, Nat leaned back against the pillows, her eyes closing as she swallowed the rest of the water down, "God, sorry," she whispered, sounding embarrassed. 

"It's not your fault," Wanda said calmly, love seeping into her tone as she took her hand, squeezing it gently, “Maybe you can try and sleep for a little bit longer though? It’s still pretty early.” 

Natasha nodded weakly, too tired to argue. She closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable, but her body felt achy and sore all over. The coughing fit had left her feeling drained, and she didn't have the energy to do anything but lie there. Both you and Wanda exchanged more worried looks before you both settled back into the bed beside her, doing your best to offer her comfort as she tried to drift off to sleep. 

She managed to sleep for another couple of hours or so but truthfully it didn’t seem to help much. It seemed in her sleep; everything had shifted to her head because when Nat woke up, she was unable to keep herself from sniffling. 

She groaned softly and tried to sit up, but her body protested, and she fell back onto the pillows with a sigh. It was clear that she was in no state to do anything. 

Wanda, who had been dozing off beside her, slowly woke up at the sound of her sniffles. "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch Nat's forehead to check for a fever only to be met with blazing hot, sweaty skin causing her face to frown with worry. 

She softly moved some of the damp crimson curls out of Nat’s fever flushed face, “Wake Y/N up, okay?” She nodded towards to your sleeping form, “I’m gonna get you something for this fever. You’re really burning up baby.” 

Wanda quickly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to grab some cold towels and a fever reducer. As she left, you stirred awake, feeling the movement in the bed beside you. 

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision as you woke up. 

Natasha sniffled again and shook her head as she shuffled closer to you. “Not good," she croaked out, her voice sounding scratchy and hoarse. "Wanda's getting me something for the fever." 

You frowned with concern and sat up, looking at her closely. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.  

"It’ll be okay baby," you reassured her, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Just rest and let Wanda help you." 

You sat with her in silence, holding her close as Wanda returned with a bottle of Tylenol and a damp washcloth which she handed to you to dab gently along the side of her crimson cheek before wiping away the droplets of sweat that had collected along her brow. 

Natasha winced as you touched the washcloth to her skin, her body clearly sensitive to even the slightest touch. You murmured soothing words as you continued to wipe her down, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Still, she was grateful for the coolness of the cloth against her feverish skin. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling the medication start to take effect. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to ruin our weekend, we were meant to go out for lunch, weren’t we?" 

You shook your head, "You didn't ruin anything, Nat. We'll just take care of you and make sure you feel better." 

Wanda sat on the other side of the bed, watching over the two of you with a soft smile. "I'm here too, you know," she teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair playfully, “How about we go settle on the sofa and watch some cringy Netflix movies?” 

You couldn't help but laugh as Wanda suggested watching cringy Netflix movies, knowing it was the perfect distraction for Natasha. However, your laughter was cut short as she suddenly sneezed, her head not having the time to move back from its position on your chest. 

“"H'htschoo!” 

"Sorry!" Natasha apologised, clearly embarrassed by her sudden outburst, sniffling frantically as she gratefully accepted the tissues Wanda had offered out for her. 

You tried to hide your grimace as you looked down at the wet mark she’d left behind on your shirt, “Thanks for that.” You forced yourself to joke as you pulled off the contaminated shirt. 

Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile before turning to Natasha, who was looking truly mortified. "Don't worry about it," she said, patting Natasha's hand reassuringly. "We'll just make sure to keep some tissues on hand." 

You wrapped a warm blanket around Natasha's shivering form, and let Wanda guide her out the living room whilst you went over to your drawers to pick out a new shirt. By the time you’d joined them on the sofa, Nat and Wanda were already cuddled beneath a thick blanket snuggled together close for comfort. They had left a spot for you, and you sank into it whilst Wanda picked out a terrible movie for all of you to mock. 

But as the day wore on, Natasha's condition worsened. Her cough became more persistent, and her nose became increasingly congested all while sending her into throat wrenching, messy fits of sneezes every few minutes. Mounds of crumpled tissues littered the area and by the evening, her throat was so sore the poor girl was barely able to speak. 

Finally, the two of you made the decision that it was time to see Bruce. Just to be on the safe side. 

“Wanda, can you go up and grab one of her hoodies? A warm one preferably.” You asked as you sent a quick text to Bruce to let him know you were coming down to his lab. 

Wanda nodded and quickly made her way upstairs to grab one of Natasha's hoodies. You helped Natasha put it on, being careful not to jostle her too much as she leaned on you for support. 

Once she’d returned, you watched as she helped Nat into the soft hoodie before making your way out of the living room and down the halls. Somewhere along the way, the three of you ran into Clint, Thor, Tony and Cap who’d clearly just finished their joint training session together. 

“Jeez, what happened to Romanoff.” Clint was first to ask the obvious question. 

You went to answer but Nat’s loud set of sneezes seemed to speak for themselves, and you held her closer, “We’re just taking her to get looked at by Bruce.” You explained and the guys offered to come with, clearly worried for the state of their friend. 

You all made your way down to the lab where Bruce was waiting for you. He greeted you with a sympathetic smile, having seen many of the Avengers in various states of illness and injury over the years. 

"Hey, Natasha. What's going on?" he asked, pulling out his stethoscope and beginning his examination. 

Natasha explained her symptoms between sneezes and coughs, and Bruce listened carefully, nodding along as she spoke.  

"It sounds like you have a pretty bad cold, Natasha," he said, after finishing his examination. "But I'm going to run a few tests just to be sure." 

Natasha nodded weakly, looking exhausted from the effort of speaking. The guys gathered around her, offering words of comfort and support as Bruce took some blood samples and swabs. 

As you waited for the results, Bruce gave Natasha some medication to ease her symptoms, and she settled down to rest on one of the lab couches, her head resting on your lap. You and Wanda both stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her as best you could but it wasn’t long before she stirred, scrunching up her nose as she tried to get rid of the oncoming itch. 

“Hheh..Hehttshoo! Hh’itschieww! Hhi-Hh-H’tsschiew!” 

“Bless you love” Wanda whispered as she helped Nat to sit up so she could go and get her some tissues. 

Luckily it didn’t take long for the results to come through and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was staring at them in confusion. You weren’t the only to notice, however. 

Surprisingly, it was Tony who spoke up first, “Banner what’s wrong?” 

Bruce looked up from the test results, frowning. "These results are strange," he said, looking at Natasha, “I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s definitely a pathogen present, that’s for sure, but it matches nothing in our databases- The fuck?-” 

The room almost shared a collective gasp, nobody had heard the man swear before. Instantly you got up to go and look at the screen displaying the results along with Tony and the rest of the guys. 

“According to this, the origin of the pathogen isn’t from earth. It has the structure of a cold, but mutated in different ways, it’s hard to understand. I can't get my head round these readings.” He sighed in annoyance, hating the fact he couldn’t understand it. 

“How did she even catch this?” You mumbled outloud. 

”I think I know...” Banner finally concluded as something in his brain seemed to click, his eyes casting towards the only man who had the means to leave the planet, “Thor?” 

“No, no. Thats not possible. I haven’t been sick in years. I wouldn’t have come back if I was.” The God frowned; eyebrows furrowed with concern as Nat mumbled something intelligible into Wanda’s shoulder who was shushing her quietly.  

Bruce sighed a little as he ran his hand across an electronic screen which brought up a pop up showing his anatomy as he explained, “Well that's the thing about viruses, even if you’re not sick yourself, you can still pass them on through contact with the same surfaces for example. And judging on how little we know about the viruses' effects on Earth, the rate of infection is unknown meaning...” He paused and turned to the sniffling redhead, “Everyone here should avoid going out in public for the next few days, especially you Natasha - just to be safe.” 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure that she had heard the string of sentences which had just left his mouth, but she nodded anyway. 

The rest of the Avengers agreed to stay in for a few days before filtering out of the door slowly leaving the three of you and Bruce still in the room. 

“So, she’s definitely, okay?” You asked again, wanting to be 100% sure. 

“Y/N, she’ll be fine. The virus only appears to have heightened symptoms, its duration seems to be the same, she’ll be feeling better in a week or so I think.” The Doctor nodded, but still reached down into a cupboard to grab 2 bottles of medicine – heavy duty Dayquil and Nyquil, “This should be all she needs.” 

You nodded, grateful for Bruce’s expertise and the fact that Natasha would be okay in the end. You turned to the redhead who was now being supported by Wanda as she stood. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed sweetheart.” Wanda murmured comfortingly as you thanked Bruce again before joining the two girls. 

Nat leaned heavily on Wanda and you as you made your way back to her room. She was shivering slightly, despite the meds, and you could feel the heat still radiating from her. As you helped her back to her room, it was obvious that both yourself and Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she was going to be okay. You knew she was strong, but seeing her vulnerable like this was hard. 

As you walked Natasha back to the room, you helped Wanda get her settled in bed, making sure she had everything she needed before sitting down next to her. Wanda sat on the other side, holding her hand as Natasha drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal. Whilst you sat there, watching her sleep, you couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you. You had seen Natasha take down some of the most dangerous foes, but seeing her vulnerable and sick like this made you realize just how much you cared for her. 

As you sat there, watching over your sleeping girlfriend, you couldn't help but notice Wanda begin to sniffle intermittently. It didn’t come as much of a surprise though. Afterall she was the one who’d been in the closest proximity to Natasha for the longest and it was only a matter of time before she caught it too. 

You turned to Wanda; concern etched on your face. "Are you okay baby?" you asked, already knowing the answer at heart. 

Wanda nodded weakly, trying to hold back a cough. "I'll be fine," she assured you gently, "I’m just a little tired. I think worrying about little miss sniffles so much drained me a bit.” She chuckled. 

“Alright baby,” You accepted her answer for now, “Well, how about we both try and sleep for a bit, it’s getting late afterall and I doubt Natty’s going to be awake for a while anyway.” 

The pair of you climbed into bed, there was no need to change – you'd both been in your PJ’s all day anyway.  The two of you fell into a comfortable silence once again, Wanda’s arm coming to comfortably sit over your stomach as you both listened to the sound of Nat’s snores before eventually drifting off to sleep. 

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The Victoire's Post-Game Press Conference: MTL at TOR - 12/21/2024

Montréal faced off against Toronto in a special Cancer Awareness game in honor of former Sceptres' goalie Erica Howe's fight against breast cancer.

They split the coach interview from the player interview in this one, but we have head coach Kori Cherverie and players Laura Stacey and Abby Boreen at the table.

I was only able to catch parts of this game as my phone was running out of juice and the drains at work had decided that this was a good day to start backing up all over the place. So I can't offer much in the way of insights. But like usual the transcription is under the break.

[We start out with just Victoire head coach Kori Cheverie at the table. And either the video starts after the first question is asked or it’s too faint for me to make out.]

KORI CHEVERIE:

I don’t know. I think every time we play Toronto we’re gonna get their best game. And, you know, you give them an inch and they’re gonna take a mile. That’s what we kinda felt tonight, was that we gave them a little bit too much and they took their opportunities and they capitalized on it. I think that the players just know each other so well, the coaching staff knows each other so well, that, I think, it’s gonna be a battle every single time we play.

Reporter:

It’s the first time you guys have ever beaten Toronto. How does it feel to finally get over that hump?

KORI CHEVERIE:

I’ve happy. You know, it’s nice for regular season win and it’s great and we’re gonna take that because there’s lots to build on. We liked our game overall tonight. And we’re just getting started with that. So whether it’s Toronto, Minnesota, Boston, it doesn’t matter. We wanna just keep building.

Reporter:

What do you think happened towards the end of that first period where- it seemed like as- putting on the offensive pressure then two goals later [can’t make out the last couple words.]

KORI CHEVERIE:

Yeah, you know, I think poor puck management on our part. You know that was a key for us, to manage pucks at both blues, and both goals ended up in the back of our net. Because we didn’t get pucks where we needed them to go. And, like I said, Toronto, if you give them an inch they’re gonna capitalize and they certainly did on those two plays.

Reporter:

What can you say about, you know, Abby [Boreen]’s goal, but also just her contributions to the team so far?

KORI CHEVERIE:

[laughs]. Yeah, I mean, I think she was even surprised she scored that. But, I mean, she’s such a skilled player, she’s so fast, her shot is great. So being able to score a goal like that, I think people are surprised, but we get to see her every single day, so it’s not a surprise to us. But you know she’s been amazing for our group and, you know, she obviously contributes on the ice, but someone in the dressing room as well. She has that pro experience, being with Minnesota last year, and she's certainly contributing to our group.

Reporter:

Ignoring standings, all that type of stuff, obviously there’s a lot of emotional importance to this game. Your group came in wearing the shirts for Erica How, contributing to the bra drive. How important was it for the group to come in and support that cause today?

KORI CHEVERIE:

Yeah, I mean, we talked about it in the dressing room at the end. Like, we came out with the win, but today was bigger than hockey. And obviously Erica is someone that we’ve all played with, played against, coached, and coached against, and really it’s about praying for her recovery and acknowledging that there’s bigger fights out there then just the rivalry between Toronto and Montréal. And I think we came together at the end. And that was important for our group to do and for them to do. It just goes to show how close and how special women’s hockey is.

Reporter:

Is there any update on Amanda [Boulier]? I saw that she was taken off the ice and taken to your guys’ dressing room. Do you have any update at this point as where she’s at health wise?

KORI CHEVERIE:

Not yet. We, you know- Obviously with injuries we take the time that we need and I haven’t been able to talk to medical yet. I don’t even think at this point we’d be able to make a medical diagnosis at this moment in time.

[Montréal player Amanda Boulier suffered a blow to the head from Sceptres' player Rylind MacKinnon during the 3rd period. I believe MacKinnon was ejected from the game and the Victoire got a 5 minute power play for the major. Wish I could offer better context there, but I definitely missed this part and that tape's not up yet for me to take a look.]

Reporter:

And then also this is Elaine [Chuli]’s first game back in Toronto, first game playing, I should say, back in Toronto, and she has a long history playing here. How good was it for the group to get that win for her tonight?

KORI CHEVERIE:

Yeah, I mean, Chuli works so hard day in and day out at practice and, you know, she certainly does the job when she steps into the net for us. And, so, you know, I think it’s extra special just because we haven’t beaten Toronto yet. But for her, she’s just approaching the game the same way every single time, putting us in a good spot to win.

[Cut to Laura Stacey and Abby Boreen at the table.]

Reporter:

...ridiculous goal.

ABBY BOREEN:

I don’t even know where to start on that. Umm, that came out of left field honestly.

LAURA STACEY:

It was sick.

ABBY BOREEN:

Yeah, I don’t even know what happened. Just kind put the puck through her and then around her and just tried to get a shot off.

[Stacey and Boreen both start laughing a little.]

Reporter:

Laura, what was your reaction to that goal?

LAURA STACEY:

“Wow!” Honestly all of us on the bench, our jaws dropped and the whole next shift I was just trying to pick it up. It was a beautiful goal, I think it was just a matter of time. Obviously she was working her tail off on the defensive zone all night and good things happen when you do that and put pucks on net. And that’s exactly what happened.

Reporter:

What’d you see on your overtime goal?

LAURA STACEY:

[laughs]. Honestly I was just lucky to get a perfect breakaway pass and we had done a scouting report and I was trying to get to the back post all game and couldn’t. I had an opportunity and that was the thought that passed through my mind.

Reporter:

You know, you guys go down two-nothing really late in the first period and you guys seem to bounce right back when the start of the second period started. What did you guys say in the room and what was kind of the mentality going into that 2nd period? You know, after you give up those two tough goals quick at the end of the 1st?

LAURA STACEY:

Yeah, I think we talked a lot. We were communicating in the room. We were really positive, I think. Out of those 20 minutes, 17 of them were awesome. Unfortunately hockey is a tough sport if you have 3 minutes that aren’t as great, sometimes other teams can capitalize. And that’s exactly what happened. So we tried to forget about those three minutes, we try to forget about those two goals, learn from them, but- and move forward. We were happy with a lot of the things we were doing and we needed to keep it simple, keep it going, and good things could happen if we kept playing our game.

Reporter:

Obviously an emotional win, but what was the emotion like at the end of the game with the ceremony?

ABBY BOREEN:

Yeah, I personally don’t know Erica [Howe], but I definitely felt it. And Kori came into the locker room and was like, ‘you know, there is better things, bigger and better things than hockey.’ And that moment was it just [???] like that. It was really an emotional time. And I’m glad we could all come together for the cause.

LAURA STACEY:

Yeah. I would echo that. Sometimes there’s bigger things in life than hockey. And I think today was a perfect example of that. To have her in the building, when she’s fighting one of the biggest fights of her life and for us to all be there to support her and to come together with Toronto in that moment, I think it really puts life into perspective.

Reporter:

How did the shirts come about? Because I know you guys wore the Howe shirts when you were walking in today. Was that something that one of the players took initiative on? Or was that just a group thing?

LAURA STACEY:

Yeah, it was definitely a group thing I would say. Erin [Amborse] definitely took initiative in purchasing those exact shirts, but I think our group came together and we knew that this game was Hockey Fights Cancer and in support of Erica’s fight specifically. And so us as the Montréal Victoire, we wanted to support Toronto, but we also wanted to support Erica and her fight. So we were thinking of ways we could donate, ways we could show our support. And when we came across- or when Erin came across those shirts, I think it was a no-brainer for almost everybody on our team to jump on board, wear it, and support her, because like we said, sometimes there’s just bigger things than hockey.

[for reference the Montréal team came to their walkins wearing these Erica Howe shirts.

Reporter:

Laura, you had like, a warm embrace with Erica right at the end of the game. What did it mean to have that moment with her considering everything.

LAURA STACEY:

[Stacey’s voice is cracking while answering this question and she’s clearly trying not to cry while answering.] Yeah, she’s one of my best friends. So to see her going through this right now, to see her- it was the first time I actually saw her since I’ve talked to her a ton of times- but to see her in that vulnerable state, it’s pretty tough to see. It’s emotional, I think, being that young and fighting something like that is something you never want to see. But she has an amazing support group behind her. I know that Toronto and their whole team, honestly the whole organization and the fan base is behind her. And so are every single one of us who are a little further away. That’s for sure.

Reporter:

This is for either of you guys, but how did it feel to get the win for Elaine tonight? Obviously she has a lot of history in this city, and it’s her first win in Toronto. What were your thoughts on that.

ABBY BOREEN:

Yeah, I mean, I think Chuli is a great goalie. So it was- she played amazing. I mean, she really kept us in the game there. She’s the backbone today obviously. I’m sure she had family here, so that’s great.

Reporter:

What can you guys take from this game into your next match-up against Minnesota now?

LAURA STACEY:

Tons. I think we worked a ton this last two weeks. And to be able to come out, put what we worked on to use tonight, it’s a stepping stone for us. I think, obviously, there’s plenty more for us to learn and for us to grow with. But our breakouts, moving pucks north; we were connecting a lot more than we had the first 3 games and I think there’s a lot of positives that we should take tonight and build confidence on that and bring that into Minnesota who has been pretty hot right now.

Reporter:

So, Laura, can you just go into your friendship with Erica Howe, how did that all start?

LAURA STACEY:

Yeah, when I graduated from college, obviously I’d known Erica all throughout college, playing against her at Clarkson. But I got to play with her on the Markham Thunder, Brampton Thunder and we trained together for three, four years in Toronto. As soon as I graduated- I- I have so many great things to say about her. She’s one of my best friends. And I know she’s got this.

[End of video.]

[sparkymalone]

No Halloween fic?

Oh, isn't there?

(There is)

(And it's smut)

Hajime regretted a lot of the choices he had made throughout his life. He regretted becoming so enamored with Hope’s Peak Academy. He regretted not getting into the main course. He regretted spending so much money to attend the reserve course. He regretted getting involved with a bunch of Ultimates who were way out of his league.

(He didn't completely regret that last one, of course. He wouldn't trade his friends or his boyfriend for the world.)

Most of all, he regretted letting Kazuichi talk him into this stupid bet.

Grimacing, Hajime gave himself a once-over in the mirror. The outfit he was currently wearing was completely humiliating, and he mentally kicked himself for ever agreeing to this.

A week earlier, he and Kazuichi had been talking about the party all of their friends would be attending on Halloween. Both of them were excited, and Hajime had made some comment about treating it as a date with Fuyuhiko. Kazuichi had responded that he was going to find a date, too.

Hajime had been feeling particularly grouchy, for whatever reason, and snarkily told his friend that there was no way any girl would go to the party with him. The mechanic had been understandably upset and Hajime immediately regretted his comment.

But then Kazuichi took it up a notch. “Hey! I can totally get a date for the party! How much do you wanna bet?!”

The brunette frowned at him. “I don't want to bet anything. I'm sorry that I said-”

“We're making a bet!” Kazuichi insisted. “This is about my pride as a man!”

Hajime sighed heavily. He knew that when the other boy got like this, there was no talking to him. “Fine, I guess. What's the bet?”

Flashing a sharp-toothed grin, Kazuichi responded, “I bet you I can find a date for the party, no problem!”

His friend rolled his eyes. “Sure, Kaz. And what are we wagering?”

“Winner gets to pick the loser's costume.”

Hajime probably should've been concerned that Kazuichi apparently had that stipulation already locked and loaded, but he felt too tired to question it. “Okay, sure.” He wasn't too worried about it, since he was fairly certain Kazuichi would just ask Sonia out and get shot down.

But apparently he should have been worried. After floundering for a couple of days, Kazuichi had asked Mikan to go with him, knowing that she was too nice and meek to say no. He sent Hajime screenshots of the conversation, where Mikan had accepted in a very questionable way.

Still, it counted, and Kazuichi officially had a date for the party. The pink-haired boy had gleefully started sending Hajime pictures of potential costumes, all of which seemed wildly inappropriate for a high school party. Eventually, Kazuichi picked one and demanded that Hajime wear it. They had argued for a bit, but Hajime eventually gave in.

Which led him to his current, extremely regrettable predicament.

Hajime glared at his reflection. The outfit that Kazuichi had selected for him was a sexy bunny suit, because of course it was. The bodysuit was a very dark green, almost black. It was strapless and corseted, and Hajime cringed at the way it hugged his body. The way the bra cups pushed his chest up unfortunately emphasized his naturally large pecs, making it look like he had cleavage. The crotch area also left nothing to the imagination, showing an almost-perfect outline of his dick. He had stockings on over his bare legs, and had opted to wear his regular shoes. The outfit was finished by white wrist cuffs, a white collar with a black bowtie, and bunny ears that matched the bodysuit.

On anyone else, Hajime would've considered the outfit very sexy. On himself, though, he thought the costume was awful.

Still, he had given Kazuichi his word that he would wear the stupid thing. As mortified as he was by the thought of his friends seeing him in this (god, what was Fuyuhiko going to say?), Hajime was still going to do it.

Besides, Kazuichi never said he couldn't wear something over it. Hajime pulled on a conspicuous trenchcoat and then set out for the party, ignoring the looks he received anytime he passed someone.

As soon as he got through the door, Kazuichi stopped him. “What?! No way!”

Hajime frowned. “You never said I couldn't wear a jacket.”

“It was implied!” Kazuichi huffed. He had an arm draped over Mikan's shoulders and the poor girl looked profoundly uncomfortable. “Now take it off!”

Grasping the front of his coat, Hajime argued back for a bit. Eventually, though, he gave in. With a frustrated sigh, he removed the coat, displaying his skimpy costume in all its glory.

The reveal was met with silence. Hajime looked around self-consciously, only to find all of his friends staring at him, red-faced. He blushed and fidgeted, cursing his own stubbornness.

Surprising no one, the first person to recover was Teruteru. “Oh, my~! Hajime, darlin’, that outfit is positively sinful~!”

Hajime gritted his teeth. “Yeah, I know.”

Kazuichi was openly gawking at his chest, apparently having some sort of internal crisis. “...Damn…”

Some of the girls were glaring at him now, and Hajime wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The last few guests started arriving, and each time, they had to do a double-take. Hajime's costume was nothing if not eye-catching. He couldn't wait to leave.

He realized too late that he hadn't actually seen Fuyuhiko anywhere, which was concerning. His boyfriend was normally very punctual. Hajime was about to call him when the front door finally opened.

“Sorry I'm late,” Fuyuhiko announced as he walked in. “I got stuck behind some slow-ass - what the fuck?!” He cut off with a loud exclamation as he caught sight of his boyfriend.

Hajime cringed. That was about what he had expected. “Hey, Hiko,” he greeted flatly. “I lost a bet.” Probably better to explain that right away.

But the yakuza heir didn't seem to be listening. He stared at Hajime's body, wide-eyed and red-faced. His gaze slowly traveled over Hajime's impressive cleavage, down to the perfect outline of his cock, before finally flitting up to meet his eyes.

Flushing darker, Hajime raised an eyebrow at him. “...Everything okay?”

Fuyuhiko nodded mutely, glancing around the room. Thankfully, most of the others had lost interest by now. The blonde moved forward so that he could talk to Hajime more quietly. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Quickly, Hajime launched into an explanation of the whole situation, trying not to notice when Fuyuhiko's eyes drifted down to his chest again.

“Okay, but why the fuck did you actually go through with it?” Fuyuhiko asked him, forcing himself to look at Hajime's face.

The taller boy shrugged, feeling extra embarrassed. “...I don't know.”

“Did you bring a change of clothes?”

There was a beat of silence. “No,” Hajime admitted, wishing he could just implode. “But I have a jacket.” He indicated the suspicious-looking trenchcoat hanging on the coat rack.

With an exasperated sigh, Fuyuhiko grabbed his hand. “You dumbass. Whatever, let's just enjoy the party, I guess. Hopefully you don't distract everyone too much with that slutty getup.” He smirked up at his boyfriend.

Hajime glared back. “Thanks a lot.”

Still, he decided to try to do as Fuyuhiko suggested and enjoy the party. He managed to relax a bit, and actually was having a pretty good time. He always enjoyed spending time with his friends.

Occasionally, though, he would still catch people ogling him. He couldn't blame them, really, but it still made him feel awkward. Each time, he would simply clear his throat and alert them to the fact that they were staring. Most of them would then apologize and look away, embarrassed.

Teruteru was a little harder to dissuade, of course. He openly stared at Hajime's body and even made little comments from time to time. He would keep going until Fuyuhiko threatened him with bodily harm but even then, he only stopped temporarily.

The worst, though, was every time Hajime caught Fuyuhiko staring at him. The blonde was employing his best poker face, not giving anything away about what he was feeling, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes to Hajime. The heat behind his gaze was unmistakable to his lover, and it was making it hard for Hajime to stay calm.

At one point, Ibuki tackled Hajime from behind, which he normally didn't mind too much. This time, however, the movement accidentally pulled the front of his costume down, allowing one of his pecs to pop out.

“H-Hey!” he yelped, immediately trying to fix his top. He tucked himself back into the corset, but glancing around told him that several people already got an eyeful.

Ibuki didn't seem particularly remorseful, either. “Whoops! Sorry for flashing your bazongas, Hajime~!” He shot a glare at her, but she just giggled and bounced away.

Someone grabbed onto his wrist and Hajime looked down to see a flustered-looking Fuyuhiko staring back at him. “We need to get you out of that thing,” the blonde told him quietly. Hajime nodded in agreement and allowed himself to be led out of the room.

Fuyuhiko pulled him up the stairs, and at first, Hajime didn't think anything of it. After all, the most likely place to have a change of clothes was upstairs. But then he remembered that they were at Sonia's house, and the odds of her having clothes for him to wear seemed slim, so where was Fuyuhiko taking him?

The yakuza heir pulled him into a random guest room and closed the door behind them. Hajime blinked at the big, comfy-looking bed. “Uh, what are we-” He yelped as he was suddenly shoved onto the mattress. He rolled onto his back, looking up at Fuyuhiko in confusion.

The look the blonde was giving him stopped any protests he was thinking of making. “That costume is fuckin' ridiculous,” Fuyuhiko growled, stepping closer. “I can't believe you would go out in public dressed like a fuckin' stripper, and I especially can't believe that you would show off a slutty outfit like this to everyone else instead of just me!”

Hajime's eyes widened and he flushed. “Oh, uh… I'm sorry?”

Fuyuhiko glared at him. “You don't even get it, do you?” He stalked towards the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and straddled his startled boyfriend. “You look so fucking sexy, it's not even fair.” With that, he lunged forward and kissed him.

Completely caught off guard, Hajime struggled to keep up. Fuyuhiko was mad because he looked sexy? Was it just because everyone else at the party had seen him first? Whatever the reason, his hot, heavy kisses were making Hajime's head swim, making it even harder for him to think.

The blonde nipped at his lower lip before pulling away. Hajime took advantage of the break to ask, “S-So… you're mad that everyone else saw me dressed like this?”

“Yes, you moron,” Fuyuhiko snapped. “Do you even know what you look like? I'm shocked you only had one fuckin' nip slip, considering your tits look like they're gonna pop out at any second!”

Hajime blushed darker. Was it really that bad?

Apparently Fuyuhiko's rant wasn't done. “And that's not the only thing. The way this thing clings to you shows off your whole ass and your cock! Like, there ain't nothing left to the imagination right now. You see how that might piss me off?”

Feeling embarrassed, Hajime nodded. “...Yeah. I didn't think about it. I'm sorry.”

The blonde huffed, seemingly slightly appeased by the apology. “I don't like seeing everyone else eye-fucking you like that, y'know?”

“What?! Eye-fucking?!” Hajime yelped.

Fuyuhiko ignored his response, leaning down to cup his boyfriend's face in his hands. “I don't want anyone else looking at what's mine, you got me?”

Hajime grasped his wrists gently. “Yeah, of course.”

“And another thing!” Fuyuhiko snapped, sitting up abruptly. “Warn me if you're gonna wear something this slutty ever again, because holy shit. I have never been so turned on so fuckin' fast.”

Eyes getting impossibly wider, Hajime stammered out a response. “T-Turned on…?”

“Obviously, dumbass,” his boyfriend grumbled. He sat fully on Hajime's hips, pressing their groins together, revealing how achingly hard his cock was. “When your tit popped out, it took all my goddamn willpower not to just jump you right there.”

Hajime felt all of his blood flow redirect to his dick and he shifted to readjust himself. “...Really? You like how I look that much?”

Fuyuhiko gave him a piteous look. “Hajime. With how often we fuck, I obviously think you're fuckin' hot. This outfit really cranked it up to eleven.” He raised himself up just enough to look down at Hajime's crotch. “I knew it, this outfit would be a disaster if you popped a boner at the party.”

Following his gaze, Hajime realized that his erection was painfully obvious, straining against the front of the bodysuit. The material stretched tight over his cock, showing every detail, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He cringed at the thought of anyone else seeing it, but the way Fuyuhiko was staring at him made his dick twitch.

The yakuza heir gave a pleased chuckle and trailed his eyes up Hajime's body, back to his face. “Let me touch you.” It came out as more of an order than a request, but Hajime didn't care. He nodded eagerly.

Immediately, Fuyuhiko's hands were on him, trailing down his sides, squeezing his hips, then smoothing over his stomach and back up to his chest. He gently squeezed Hajime's pecs, kneading the soft skin before ghosting his fingers along the edge of the corset. He trailed one finger along Hajime's cleavage before dipping between his breasts for just a moment.

“Fuck, Hajime,” the blonde purred, still running his fingers over the other boy's bare skin. “I always knew you had nice tits, but damn.”

Hajime wasn't sure how to feel about the comment, but he was a little distracted by the feeling of his boyfriend touching him like this. Fuyuhiko gave his pecs another gentle squeeze before hooking his fingers into the top of the corset and yanking the fabric down just enough to free Hajime's breasts. Fuyuhiko made a pleased sound, trailing his fingers over the newly-exposed skin.

The brunette let out a soft moan as Fuyuhiko's fingers found his nipples. He had never cared much for playing with his nipples himself, but for some reason, having his boyfriend do it felt amazing. Fuyuhiko gently rubbed the pink buds, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“Does that feel good?” Fuyuhiko teased, gently tugging on Hajime's nipples. His boyfriend nodded, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Chuckling, Fuyuhiko pulled a little harder, earning a sharp moan.

Leaning down, Fuyuhiko lightly touched his lips to Hajime's chest, ghosting along his skin. When he reached one nipple, he closed his mouth over it. He traced the stiff peak with his tongue before roughly sucking on it.

A strangled moan tore out of Hajime's throat. He reached one hand up to rest on Fuyuhiko's head, not sure whether he wanted to hold him in place or tear him away.

Fuyuhiko took his inaction as a good sign. He pulled off of Hajime's nipple with a wet pop before licking broadly over it. He switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking until it was just as hard and sensitive as the first. He gently scraped his teeth over the pert bud, teasing his lover.

Hajime was quickly becoming a moaning, squirming mess. He whined when Fuyuhiko pulled away from his chest, which made the smaller boy smirk. “You like it that much, huh?”

Too far gone to be ashamed, Hajime nodded emphatically. “Please,” he panted, “please keep going.”

The blonde bit his lip, chuckling low in his throat. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” He began moving further down Hajime's body, only stopping once he was hovering over his crotch. Hajime's cock was perfectly outlined as it strained against the fabric, precum seeping through.

Fuyuhiko leaned closer, letting his hot breath wash over Hajime's cock, making him shiver. The blonde started mouthing at his boyfriend's erection through the fabric, moaning softly. He lathed his tongue over the cloth, soaking it further, humming when the salty flavor of precum hit his taste buds.

Hajime let his head fall back against the mattress, moaning at the pleasurable sensation. His eyes closed and he fully focused on his boyfriend's hot mouth, licking and sucking him through the material of his bodysuit. It felt amazing, but he still would've preferred if Fuyuhiko was licking his bare skin.

As if reading his mind, Fuyuhiko grasped the hem of the costume and yanked it awkwardly to the side. The fabric had just enough elasticity to accommodate the motion, revealing Hajime's leaking cock to his lover's hungry eyes. Fuyuhiko licked his lips before lunging in, closing his mouth over the head of Hajime's dick and easily swallowing it to the hilt.

Gasping, Hajime buried his fingers in Fuyuhiko's short hair. As the blonde began bobbing his head up and down, Hajime moaned helplessly. Fuyuhiko's mouth always felt so good.

The yakuza heir started sucking him in earnest, bobbing his head rapidly. His tongue caressed the underside of Hajime's shaft, flicking over the head whenever he came up far enough. He moaned around his lover's thick cock and looked up at him through his long lashes.

Hajime gripped the sheets with his free hand, holding on tight as his boyfriend's mouth worked its magic. “Ngh, fuck, Fuyuhiko…!”

With a pleased purr, Fuyuhiko plunged down on Hajime's cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. His dick nudged the back of Fuyuhiko's throat, a feeling that always made Hajime throb with want. Instead of raising back up, the blonde just kept him there for a moment, throat constricting as he tried to swallow around his cock.

The taller boy's hips bucked helplessly, hitting the back of Fuyuhiko's throat harder than before, making him gag. The yakuza heir finally pulled away, coughing, making Hajime whine from the loss.

Fuyuhiko smirked at his boyfriend. “That good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Hajime nodded, reaching for his lover, trying to direct him back to his dick. Chuckling, Fuyuhiko allowed himself to be pulled back down. He plunged the other boy's cock into his mouth, sucking much more aggressively than before. Hajime gasped loudly, arching off the bed as pleasure flooded his senses.

Moaning around his lover's cock, Fuyuhiko hungrily bobbed his head. He felt a sense of pride as Hajime writhed beneath him, toes curling and fingers desperately clutching the bedsheets. The power he had over the taller boy was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to make him fall apart.

And honestly, Hajime was already on the edge. His hips bucked, chasing Fuyuhiko's mouth on every upstroke. His legs hooked around Fuyuhiko's shoulders, almost subconsciously, trying to pull him impossibly closer. “Hah… Fuck… I'm so close!”

His boyfriend gave an encouraging hum and continued sucking. Hajime gasped out another warning, hips trembling already. Moments later, his hips jerked forward and his cock pulsed, shooting his cum down Fuyuhiko's throat. The blonde happily swallowed every drop before pulling away.

Fuyuhiko licked his lips as he looked up at his lover. “Mmn, how was that?”

Hajime sat up, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He stared back at Fuyuhiko for a moment before lunging forward and kissing him deeply. When he finally pulled away, he replied, “That was incredible. You're so fucking good at that.”

Preening at the praise, Fuyuhiko climbed into his boyfriend's lap. “Hn, yeah? Well, if you want me to keep doing that, don't ever dress like this for anyone else again.”

“I won't, I promise,” Hajime replied, smiling softly as his arms curled around Fuyuhiko's waist.

“Good,” the yakuza heir shot back, sounding satisfied. He kissed him again, rougher than before, nipping at his lower lip. “Only I get to see you like this, you hear me?”

Hajime laughed, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend getting jealous. “Okay. From now on, I won't let anyone see my chest.”

“Or your dick,” Fuyuhiko added.

“Or my dick,” Hajime agreed.

Finally appeased, Fuyuhiko pulled his lover into another kiss. He moaned into Hajime's mouth, pressing their bodies together, revealing that he was still rock hard.

The brunette broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Fuyuhiko's. “Mmn, want me to take care of that?”

“You fuckin' better,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, rocking his hips into Hajime's. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me ever since I saw that slutty outfit.”

Hajime chuckled, moving his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll make it up to you.”

“Mmn, damn right you will.”

Sorry for the non-ending, but this was running long and it's Halloween lol. I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you want a continuation, because I'm always down for more smut.

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

Fun after the store

The other day I talked to my fwb while doing the weekly groceries.  He was down to get blown on my way home.

I swung by his place and we chatted a bit while he led me back to his bedroom and laid down on his bed. I got on my knees to get to work making love to his dick. After I got him hard he held my head and fucked my mouth for a bit, then I jerked him while sucking on his nuts.  Mark likes to play with my pussy so he reached under my dress (no panties) and starts fingering me.

After 10 minutes or so Mark's holding my head and groaning and starts to throb, so I take him all the way down and start swallowing.  Mark cums \*a lot\*, I usually have to swallow twice and then some, and today was no exception.  I made sure to get it all, said our goodbyes and he showed me out.

I texted hubby that I'd "finally" gotten out of the store.  When I got home he tells me he was just starting to get worried when I'd texted, because I'm usually pretty regular about groceries.  I just tell him it was unusually busy today -- which isn't far from the truth:  \*I\* was getting busy, even if the store wasn't.

Arriving home I put away the few things I got from the store then “Hey babe!” I called out.

“In here, babe!” my husband called back. His voice was coming from the gaming room. A fuck in here then… that would work for me. I took my dress off, took off my shoes, and made my way inside.

“How was the store, babe?” hubby asked me as I approached.

“im horny,” I said. I worked on removing my bra. “You?”

“of course,” he said with a smile.

“Another boss fight?” I asked incredulously. Looking closer, he was at least halfway through it.

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“I don’t know how you can play that game,” I said.

“it's fun! And I’m just getting to the good part!” he said, holding up his controller.

“Well don’t let me stop you,” I said with a smile. “But I’m gonna need something from you…” With me standing there completely nude.

“Oh,” he said, his cheeks blushing slightly. Without another word, hubby quickly took off his clothes. He tossed them all onto the floor, then got on his knees. He unpaused his game and picked up where he left off.

I i got on all fours in front of him and lined his dick up with my slit. Then I thrust my ass back and he easily slid in.

“Ohhh,” hubby moaned as my twat accepted his cock. Other than that, he continued his game as if nothing had happened.

I gave my cunt a few seconds to get used to his size, then went to work. I worked my self back and forth, him thrusting his full length in and out of my pussy. All seven and a half inches slid in and out, in and out, my pussy tightly gripped his cock. “Ohh fuuuck,” he groaned.

Hubby continued to play his game as he fucked me. Watching my husband continue gaming like that was such a turn on. His entire body rocked back and forth with every thrust.

We picked up the pace, slamming into each other harder and harder, ramming his cock into my pussy. Our bodies practically bounced back with each thrust.

Suddenly hubby gasped to himself. “No way…” he muttered. Focusing on his game. My husband was completely oblivious to fucking me. And it made me want to fuck even harder.

In. Out. In. Out. Even faster now. I was starting to sweat, drops running down my face. My breathing was heavy, but I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t. Not until he pumped every last drop of his cum into my cunt.

Hubby let out a giggle this time, completely absorbed by his game.

I could feel him getting close. I was bouncing on his dick, mercilessly pounding my cunt. Where it tightly gripped him earlier, it now only loosely held on as every inch slid in and out of me. Over and over, constantly ramming into him, stretching my hole. I tried fucking him harder, picking up speed, but he never broke. He never moaned. He never cried out that I was so wet, that it felt so good, that he wanted more. Nothing.

I grinned. He was the best free-use cock I could ask for. Any time of day, no matter what he was doing, he would always be ready to take me.

“Ohhh fuck,” I said. I was almost there. “Fuck yeah, I’m close.” Just a few more thrusts. I slammed into his dick. Hard. Again. And again. And again.

“I’m gonna cum!” I shouted. Before I knew it, my pussy was spasming around hubby's dick.

He finally put down his gaming controller, and grabbed me by the hips.  He shoved himself deeper, painting my insides with his cum. The thrusts became short and quick, milking out his load. It felt like heaven. Shivers of pleasure coursed through my body.

He collapsed onto my back. Laying on top of me, I rocked my hips back and forth, riding out the high. It felt absolutely incredible. His cock was exactly what I needed.

He slipped out of me and rolled to the side. “Fuck,” he said, out of breath.

“That felt so good.” A bit of cum leaked out of my hole, though most of it was buried way inside me now.

Hubby turned to face me. He flashed a wide smile. “Glad I could help,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek, then returned to his game.

Stephanie Sinnz ❤️

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #180

I am having a worse pain day than usual today. It's probably because yesterday, I wore a bra; ever since the rib injury, my ribs have not liked any kind of compression that's much more than a loose-fitting T-shirt. But it's warm outside lately, and I wanted to feel the breeze on my skin without worrying about what people might see if they look through my windows, so I wore the mesh things that I got from that shop I talked about before (they fit really well!! I was surprised!!), and I've felt pretty good lately, so I thought it would be okay, and… I guess it wasn't. It's been a while since I've woken up in this much pain. I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to do the dishes today, or even use my right arm very much at all.

Well. That's all right. It's frustrating and ouchy, but I'll manage. I got some ibuprofen in my system. M took care of washing the cat bowls and feeling our fuzzy feline children. I wanted tea, but then I changed my mind and wanted chocolate cola (thank you, Chocolate Coke Anon!!!). So J made chocolate cola for me, by dissolving a bunch of chocolate syrup into a small amount of canned cola, and then pouring the rest of the cola in slowly. Here's how it turned out:

...Isn't it beautiful??? And it was absolutely delectable, oh my goodness!!!

Then, J made gluten free pancakes and eggs. Br can't have gluten, so we've tried to find tasty gluten-free things for her. We came across this gluten-free pancake mix, and as it turns out, it has better texture and flavor than regular pancakes!! I don't normally like pancakes, but I do like these ones!

J likes to season sunny-side-up eggs with garlic powder and salt. The result is always amazing every time. And today, I added some cheese to melt over it. I melted some goat butter over the pancakes, too, and the results were absolutely delectable, oh my goodness!! Here is the bowl of deliciousness that I very much wish I could share with you:

It's not lost on me today how lucky I am to live with people who care about me enough to step up and try to help me on days when I can't function. In the past, this never would have been the case; it was always my role to step up for others, and when I broke down, others would just get angry.

…If you had told an old version of me that my life would be filled with this much kindness and care, she never would have believed you. She would have laughed right in your face and told you to get a better grip on reality. It's wonderful to live in a world where the old version of me gets proven wrong time and time again about what's possible in this world. I hope someday, the part of me that's still afraid of the old things will truly realize that she never, ever has to go back to that wretched place again.

Today's letter is early, but that's because I intend to try to play Dead Cells for real this time; I have a sneaking suspicion that if I do not rest today, I'll be even less functional tomorrow, and I don't want that, so… yeah. I'll put my weird derping around in the game on the internet where people can see it. Maybe I'll even have my face visible this time… Here:

…Maybe if I get impossibly lucky someday, I'll see you there.

I love you. Make good choices out there, okay? And stay safe. I'll write again tomorrow; maybe by then I'll feel a little better.

Your friend, Lumine