#I love him in all his forms shades and sizes

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Lucien with dreads/braids is hitting me so hard right now

[kikidoul]

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა박성훈 + 이희승 x fem! reader content established relationship threesome ᥫ᭡ warning not proofread explicit sexual content unprotected sex (stay safe!) pussy eating cock sucking implied rough sex usage of petnames double penetration hair pulling degrading size training (i think) belly bulge double penetration lord im not your strongest solider . . .!? 766 — mlist.

note. this is just pure brainrot because these two never fail to drive me insane. i might expand on this someday, but don't get your hopes up... taglist. @tfwbluu

Boyfriends! Heehoon who treats you well, showering you with love and affection but things are different if you keep pushing their buttons. Between the both of them, Heeseung tends to be more vocal while Sunghoon is more quiet when it comes to you pleasuring them. Heeseung prefers you to be on your knees, liking how he has control over you and how submissive you look as you take him in his mouth. Sunghoon prefers to have you on your back, legs spread out with him in between as he ruthlessly eats you out, forcing you to cum, over and over again. 

Heeseung groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging you forward. Your eyes widened, tears forming as you made a choking noise, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. It was hard to breathe, especially when Sunghoon parted your puffy folds with his fingers before he plunged his tongue in, gliding them along your velvety walls. Your moans were muffled as you rode Sunghoon’s face, chasing after the delirious sensation. 

Seeing this, Heeseung sneers. “Look at you, acting like a whore. But don’t forget that if you don’t do a good job, you can’t cum. So you better work for it.” 

Boyfriends! Heehoon who mostly used you to chase after their release, knowing that deep down, you prefer to be treated like a ragdoll. Even if they have their personal preference of having you, one common position they like is you in the middle. This way, there was nowhere for you to run. Although, it’s not like you would run in the first place. 

Salty, warm tears rolled down your cheeks as Heeseung thrusted into you from behind, maintaining a merciless pace that you could barely keep up. You squirmed about—unsure whether to move away or nearer to him. However, Sunghoon tightened his grip on your waist, holding you in place. He coos at how you mewled when he delivered a sharp thrust upwards from below, the sound echoing throughout the four walls of the bedroom. 

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t take us both?” He asks, voice dripping with faux sweetness. 

“N-No—Ngh—t-too big,” you sobbed, your words making both men’s breath hitch in their throats at how lewd you sound. 

Heeseung rested his chin on your shoulder, one hand spread across your stomach, hovering over an evident bulge. “No? But you’re taking us so well, sweetheart. You can feel us all the way here. It’s like you’re begging us to give you kids.”

You couldn’t muster a response, not when Heeseung gently pressed down on the bulge, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you. Sunghoon’s eyes darkened a shade, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his and Heeseung’s cock moving in and out from your stretched out hole. 

“It’s fine, as they always say; practice makes perfect, right?” Sunghoon hums, mischief and desire glimmered in his eyes. 

Boyfriends! Heehoon who can be mean to you, edging you for hours and hours without letting you cum, giving you false hope, only for it to shatter right before your eyes. 

“Hee, please!” You cried, shivering as Sunghoon pressed kisses along your neck, his hands keeping your folds spread apart while Heeseung greedily lapped away at your clit. You tried to buck your hips forward but Heeseung held you down, eliciting a disappointed sound from you. Your legs trembled when you felt the familiar ache building in the depths of your stomach. You were so close—

Only for Heeseung’s mouth to be detached from your clit. 

“Heeseung!” You outright sobbed, unable to tolerate anymore. 

“Aw, poor angel. Are you sad that you can’t cum?” Sunghoon chuckles, tongue darting out to lick the shell of your left ear, his hot breath grazing your skin. 

Heeseung hums, pushing his long, thick fingers into your clit that greedily accepts the sudden intrusion. Sunghoon moved his hands away from your folds, pushing two fingers in as well. You clenched down on their fingers, eyes rolling up as they twisted them in just the right angles, enough for stars to explode in your vision. 

“Do you want to cum, pretty girl?” Sunghoon asks, eyes fixated on your blissed-out expression. 

You frantically nodded your head, biting on your bottom lip. “Pl-Please! Let me cum, please!” 

The two shared a glance and Heeseung grins. “Since you asked so nicely, who are we to deny you? But, you’ll only cum on our cocks and not fingers. Is that understood?”

In conclusion (because I don’t know how to end this), Boyfriends! Heehoon can get it, thank you for attending my ted talk!

[nanaslutt]

pls super nasty smut w todo where we are his favorite idol 🙏

Todo FUCKS and i know it………

contains: fem reader, fanboy!Todo, protected sex, quickie, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, backshots, dacraphillia, using panties as a gag :3

MDNI

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Todo had been waiting for this moment his whole life.. he was finally going to meet his idol. The large man stood behind a group of shorter guys, all giggling as they watched you hug a sweet-looking fan. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he was so close he could smell your perfume. Just the annoyingly giddy group of boys in front of him and it would be his turn.

He had gone over this exact moment over and over in his head. You looked so pretty in your light pink dress, frilly thigh highs to match, that squished the fat of your thighs at the top, making his eyes roll back in his head in disbelief at how anyone could look so perfect. Todo had been a fan for years, he had watched every show you had been on, every special, he had seen every magazine, poster, and any form of media there was of you he had seen; he would like to own all of it but his collection was quite impressive already.

"Thank you for your support!" You spoke kindly, averting your body to shake hands with the boys instead of hugging them. You could tell he looked dejected, but the boy smelled like BO and you had noticed his lock screen when he went to take a selfie with you-- it was of a young-looking anime girl in a bikini.. not exactly the kind of guy you wanted up in your personal space, but by the way he gripped his hand and stared at it in awe when he walked away you could tell he was more than satisfied.

You sighed, growing tired from meeting all the fans, sure you loved seeing all their cute faces and tears of appreciation, some even bringing you gifts, but you had been standing in the same spot for almost five hours now, the heels you were wearing felt like they were slowly melting into your feet and becoming one with the skin. You looked over to your manager, keeping a faux smile on your face as you did so, but widening your eyes to let her know you were going to cry if you didn't get a break soon.

"U-um, H-hello my name is Todo Ali Its-" A deep voice broke you out of your silent plea to your manager, snapping your neck to behind you a man more than twice your size stood in front of you, fiddling with his hands in his pockets as he took everything in. You knew you had quite the male-dominated audience, but this man didn't fit the description for your usual fans.

He was handsome, extremely fit; so much so it looked like his pecs were going to burst through his shirt and you could faintly make out the indents of his abs; he smelled amazing, which was refreshing after all this teen boy musk, his voice sent tingles down your spine, and he hadn't immediately tried to touch you in some way when he stepped into your space. "Hi there big guy~" You responded, reaching your arm out to grab onto his bicep, stroking it friendly (also simultaneously trying to cop a feel.)

Todo blushed, you were touching him right now, not just touching him you were stroking his arm. He had to take a deep breath in order to not pass out. "I've been a fan for so long when I found out you were coming to Kyoto I-" Your giggles cut him off, your sharp acrylics lightly scratching down his arm as you pulled one of his hands out of his pockets and took it in yours; you couldn't help but notice how much larger it was than yours. "I'm so glad you came Todo~" You cooed, swinging your hips in circles as you looked up at him from under your lashes.

Todo froze, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson. He gulped, watching you caress his fingers with your smaller, more delicate ones. You were so much shorter in real life, the size difference between the two of you was making his brain short circut, and simultaneously all of the blood that was being drained from his head was getting sent to.. another head. "Y-yeah?" He replied, giving you a quick one over before he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

A lightbulb went off in your head at that moment. This was a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you, he looked like he could bend you in every way your body would allow him to, and you bet he wanted to, from the way he was blushing and shaking with adrenaline. He must've thought he was being sneaky when he would steal glances down the low cut of your dress that showed off a generous amount of your cleavage.

You're not sure where this sudden arousal came from. Maybe a combination of being an idol with such a strict team; never allowing you enough time to go on dates; your exhaustion, you were on your ovulation week.. and Todo had been the first person you saw today who was handsome AND didn't try to invade your personal bubble in some way; combined with all the other amazing things about him. You were about to go on a break anyways, this might just be perfect, you thought.

"Yeah~ It's so refreshing to see someone like you here, you're so handsome and you speak so politely ~" He felt his pants get tighter at the compliment, briefly looking down at them he prayed you wouldn't see the imprint through his pants. You looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear before you leaned it, standing on your tippytoes you used one of your hands to steady yourself on his solid chest. Taking the thin material of his shirt between your fingers, you pulled him down so your lips were by his ear.

"To be honest, a lot of these guys are sooo creepy~" Todo could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the loud beat of his racing heart almost drowning out your sultry voice, "But you would never treat me like them.. would you Todo?" The man was sure he was at full attention down there, he tried to adjust his shirt subtly enough so you wouldn't see him while you were by the crook of his neck, but he was sorely mistaken. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from covering the now very obvious tent in his pants.

From what you could tell, the outline looked huge, what about this man wasn't? You smiled at him, tipping your head to the side. "I've never done this before, but I think I like you Todo~" You spoke. The world seemed to slow down, everything around you besides your voice was drowned out in the man's ears as you spoke your next words. "I'm about to take a little break, wanna help me relax?" Todo swallowed, hard, before nodding his head and watching a sinister little smile appear on your face.

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"Fuck f-fuck Ohm-" A massive hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your loud cries. "Shhh pretty girl, stay quiet for me okay? Know you can." Todo cooed. Was this really the same man who was blushing and stuttering just a couple minutes ago when you finally met for the first time? He must've imagined the exact scenario before because he was fucking giving it to you.

Todo stood behind you, your back to his chest, arched agaisnt his pelvis as he fucked into you harder than anyone has. He had one hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your sensitive clit between his fingers and his other hand was pressed over your mouth. One of your hands was steading yourself agaisnt the sink ledge, the other gripping his wrist as you looked at him with teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows through the little bathroom mirror he was fucking you in front of.

Your panties had been pulled down your thighs hastily and stored away safely in Todo's pants. "That's a good girl~ Fuck, you look so pretty." He groaned. You watched his eyes look down between where the two of you were connected, shaking his head and his jaw dropping in a little o as he watched his thick cock split you open, your sore walls having to make quite the stretch to fit him inside. "Your pussy is eating me up-" He moaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he gave you harsh thrusts, relishing in the loud squelches that met his ears.

"You needed this, huh?" He asked, bringing his eyes up to make contact with yours once more. You nodded against his hand, tears of pleasure falling down your face at the precision with which he was fucking straight into your sweet spot, making your legs feel like jello. Todo let up on your clit, his hand digging in his pocket briefly before he pulled out your panties. His hips stilled against your ass, burring his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released the hand on your mouth, brining the other holding your panties to meet your lips.

He balled them up before pressing them agaisnt you, "Open." He instructed. You were quick to follow, opening your mouth you let him press the fabric between your lips, the taste of yourself flooding onto your tongue when he used two fingers to push the fabric deeper into your mouth, making sure you would keep in in. "Good girl." His deep voice praised, making you giggle against the fabric. You were able to notice when all the motion from his thrusting ceased that he was shaking like a leaf.

You were wondering how he was staying so calm and composed, but in reality, he wasn't all that composed. Todo was grateful for the short break when he pushed your panties into your mouth; using them as a gag so he could use his hands elsewhere. Truthfully every time he looked into the mirror and caught your eyes on him he felt like he was going to cum, it was a miracle he was able to hold out for this long. The only thought keeping him going was not to embarrass himself in front of you, but god the though of cumming inside his favorite idol was right there on the forefront of his brain with it.

He pushed your lower back down into a mean arch, your forearms resting against the sink as you waited with bated breath for him to continue. He knew you didn't have a lot of time, so if he was going to bring it home soon he was gonna make sure you had the best orgasm on his cock before you went back out there. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping strongly before he started fucking into you again, this time rougher and faster than before.

Immediately cries and muffled wines filled the room, more tears quickly welling up in your eyes as he bullied his cock into your tight cunt, yanking your head back by your hair to make your arch deeper. Surely he was messing up your hair, and your makeup would absolutely need a touchup, but you couldn't exactly find it in yourself to care at the moment. Todo's groans and heavy breathing into your ear was so erotic, making the coil in your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I can't believe I have you on my dick like this." He breathed exasperatedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. "And you're crying from it-" He finished, yanking your hair back, resulting in a loud wine from you, the fabric doing little to conceal that one. "Todooo~" You spoke his name through the fabric, the sound successfully reaching his dick, making it jump inside you. Todo grit his teeth, without a second thought he released your hair and ripped the panties out of your mouth, throwing them down on the sink.

He grabbed the side of your face, not letting up his incessant hips as he fucked into your sloppily, his hips losing rhythm, "A-again say my name again-" Todo begged against your lips, your skin grazing each other as your slack jaw moaned against his mouth. "F-fuck Todo!!" You cried, resulting in a groan from the man as he pressed your lips together, slotting his tongue with yours in a messy kiss, filled with lust and need. "Again." You heard him speak against your lips, his thrust speeding up, you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs.

"Todo-" thrust "Again." thrust "Fuck! F-fuuck! Todo I'm cumming, you're gonna make me c-cum!" You gasped into his mouth. He quieted you with his own, his moans increasing in volume as his own high rapidly approached him. At the exact moment, your jaw went slack against his lips as he felt your cunt squeeze him rhythmically, his own orgasm crashed over him. "C-cumming- f-fuck-" He pretended his cum wasn't currently filling up the condom he had on, and instead was shooting deep inside you, filling up your womb.

Your legs were shaking and wobbling as you came around him, his shallow thrusts working you through one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. Todo groaned long and loudly against your lips, both of your jaws open and eyes squeezed shut as the two of you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms together. The room was filled with your pants and gasps as the two of you frantically tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.. thank you, did so good, thank you," Todo whispered.

You turned your head forward once more, staring at Todo behind you, who currently had his eyes glued to your cunt as he slid his massive softening girth out of the comfort of your warm walls. You winced in overstimulation as he slid out of you, leaving your walls with a lewd squelch. "Sorry, are you feeling alright?" He asked, holding your hips in his large hands and rubbing the skin there. "I'm more than alright Todo, my legs are a little compromised but other than that I'm alright~" You reassured, rubbing your hand atop his, making his blush deepen.

The man looked back down between the two of you as he started pulling the used condom off of his cock, cringing at the feeling. "Todo." Your voice echoed into his ears, making him look up at you, blushing at the use of his name--he would never get sick of it. "I'm not leaving this room till I have your number in my phone." You said, picking up your cutely decorated phone from the sink in front of you and waving it side to side.

You've never seen someone nod so eagerly in your life, making you giggle. "Need to take care of you first." He said, kissing the back of your neck, throwing the tied condom in the trash by his feet before his hands started to make work on smoothing out your wrinkled dress. "Todo, I have an entire team out there for that, you can take care of me by putting my mind at ease and letting me know that this will happen again, by giving me~ your phone numberrr~" You drawled, turning your body around as he held your hips, your hand pressing the device into his chest.

The man hesitantly took your phone in his hand, staring at you with disbelief. You leaned into his large frame, pressing a kiss to his solid chest and making him gasp before you pulled back, bringing your hand up to his head to push away any stray hairs he had, "I like you, you better call me~"

[kashedelic]

A HAT OF HEARTH - trafalgar d. law x f!reader

SUMMARY: Sometimes if you look closer (to a certain hat), you’ll find that Law loves in ways you didn’t expect.

NOTES: law x reader, second pov, established relationship, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, some possessiveness if you squint, law being lovey dovey, i just need law fluff tbh.

wc: 900

a/n: this is the first fic im uploading and I can’t say that i’m disappointed. currently working on some more fics and i’m hoping to get those out soon, but I cant exactly say when because i NEED those ones to be a little bit more detailed than a silly little drabble like this. and yes, those include the reqs! anyways, I need a law in my life frl.

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The hat was an emblem that Trafalgar D. Law, the Surgeon of Death, was capable of loving. Sure, the man was never too forward with how he showed love, but who said love had to be overt? Could it not manifest in quieter forms? What was wrong with loving in silence? Was it such a sin to care, to praise, to cherish quietly before daring to be bold? “We’re headed into a colder climate, wear this.” The clipped, brusque command might make anyone else think he was chastising a petulant child or begrudgingly tending to a nuisance. Yet, with the way his eyes flickered over your face for a moment longer than necessary, and the subtle brush of his fingers against the side of your head, the truth was far from that assumption.

Law was a doctor, after all - one fully capable of nursing you back to good health, but just the mere thought of seeing you feverish, voice weak and body frail, made his chest tighten with unease.

Even if your falling ill meant more one-on-one time together, he’d never risk it. He would rather see you well than selfishly enjoy your dependance on him. However, in the scenario that sickness did strike, Law would be readily beside you, caring for you every step of the way.

Law cared.

“Take care of it for me, will ya?” He hastily flopped the hat on your head, slightly askew, its brim tilted awkwardly. Your fingers instinctively reached up to adjust it, bewilderment etched into your features. Law, who rarely ever parted with his signature hat, had entrusted it to you. There was a small pause, a moment of lingerment, before he adjusted his grip on Kikoku and dashed back into the fray.

You watched as the blade caught and reflected light, clashing against a formidable enemy. The hat sat heavy on your head, a reminder of its significance. You didn’t know too much about the hat’s origin, but you know one thing: Law didn’t part with it lightly. 

The thought of joining the battle crossed your mind - you were perfectly capable to - but something about the weight of the hat felt grounding, as though it was urging you to stay. Something in your gut told you that it wasn’t just a token of trust; it was a silent request to hold down the Polar Tang, to handle any threats to the ship. In that moment, you weren’t merely entrusted with just the hat, but you were entrusted with Law’s entire livelihood. That alone made it more symbolic. It was a quiet testament to how Law trusts.

“Need to cover yourself more,” he muttered, tugging the brim down until it shaded your face. It was definitely larger on your head than on his and if his expression hadn’t been so grumpy, you would have joked about his supposedly “mega-sized head.” The hat swallowed you whole, but he would rather it that way. In fact, if it were really up to him, it would come with a veil to shield you from every prying eye. 

Law didn’t care - he wanted to protect. Law often thought the world didn’t deserve you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he deserved you. In his eyes, your smile put the sun to shame, and all your curves and edges made him think that there’s another place that he wants - no, needs - to explore. Though again, he won’t admit that to you and he reluctantly agreed with himself to put those thoughts aside and instead focused on the desire to shield you.

He knew you were pretty, too pretty for his liking - at least when it came to the crooked world around him. The thought of anyone else noticing, of anyone else having thoughts about you, grated on his nerves. He hated the way men stared when you dressed up, hated the way his chest tightened and his breath caught when you twirled in new clothes, showing them off to Bepo. “They've got beady little bird-brain eyes,” he’d grumble under his breath, his hand tightening around Kikoku’s hilt whenever anyone started a second too long. Still, even as he kept his guard up, the hat stayed on your head. A silent declaration, a mark of who you belonged to. 

Law protected.

“Didn’t know I got us a clown on the Tang,” he chuckled, placing the hat on your head once again - this time even more lopsided and deliberately so. He turned away, and leaned his back against the ship’s railing, one leg crossed over the other. Taut muscles flexed as his elbows lazily rested against the bar, his chest tattoos peaking through the wifebeater he donned. Law lets you humor him as he humors you back by sloppily placing the hat on your face. You scowled at his teasing, but Law snickered at your ruffled appearance, finding you endereaning despite the exaggerated frown on your lips. 

Law humored.

The hat rests carefully in your hands, the fluffy material caressed between your digits. You hadn’t meant to look into the hat so much, but now, as he silently slipped the hat onto your lap  before heading off to shower instead of placing it on a shelf like usual, you couldn’t help but reminisce on all the fond memories associated with the hat.

You noted that this hat would not only bring heat to your head, but to your heart too, because Law loved.

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[strawberriesoup]

don’t come crying₊˚⊹♡

♡ genre: minho x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

♡ warnings: swearing, kissing, heartbreak

♡ wc: 2.7k

♡ a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYY here’s a quick, bite-sized minho oneshot that i somehow wrote yesterday and today. it’s not proofread in any way so good luck reading (JK I HOPE YOU ENJOYY)

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Objectively speaking, Minho is an asshole.

Said asshole is currently sprawled over your couch, eating your cookies, and he has the nerve to berate you about who you chose to go out with on Valentine's Day? He’s insufferable.

Your eye twitches as Minho scornfully regards the picture of your date— which you had only sent him after he had nagged you nonstop for ten minutes— pointing out that his hair color didn’t quite suit him, and also that he should probably shave more often.

Having had quite enough, you snatch the phone from his grasp, earning yourself a loud “Hey!” of protest. Shutting the screen off, you toss it on the ground and cross your arms, glaring at his form on the couch next to you. If you were a jerk like Minho, you definitely would have smacked him by now. But, since you’re not, you press your mouth into a straight line and blink widely at him.

“You done?” You ask thinly.

Minho stretches before responding, whole body quivering with the effort.

“No, but I suppose I should shut up now if I want any more of those cookies,” He examines a nail with apparent disintrest.

“Good choice,” It takes everything in you to not wipe that goddamn expression off his face. He just looks so… ugh. You can’t even look at him right now. The sight of his face incites a type of rage in you that should probably be studied. “Why do you care so much anyways, huh? It’s not like your date is any better,” then you gasp, tapping the side of your head in mock remembrance, “Oh, wait, that’s right! You don’t have a date, do you?”

The roll of his eyes and curl of his lip give you your answer before he can even speak.

“That’s what I thought. Now you can shut up and eat the fucking cookie,” You snap, pushing yourself up from the couch. Minho’s voice trails after you as you storm off to your room.

“Just don’t come crying to me when he stands you up tomorrow!”

Your door slams shut before you have to hear another word from his mouth.

This is dumb. He’s a perfectly fine guy! Minho’s just being overdramatic for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Have you been wrong about guys before? Yes. Has Minho been right the majority of the time? Also yes. But that doesn’t mean he’s right this time.

You sigh dreamily just thinking about it. Just last week, he had asked you to be his valentine with a huge bouquet of crimson roses and box of chocolates. Call it childish, but you have been absolutely giddy ever since. The world seems three shades brighter, and you walk with an extra skip in your step. That is, until a certain someone had to go and open his big, opinionated, mouth.

His words circle in your mind, but you shake your head quickly to clear it. Minho’s probably just in a foul mood because you have a date and he doesn’t. Why he’s taking it out on you though is beyond you, but you try not to take it to heart too much.

You have a good feeling about this one. You just know it will go well tomorrow, and you can’t wait to rub your success in Minho’s smug face.

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You have a bad feeling about this.

Your date-to-be is sitting across from you, leaning back and listening to you talk. You two had decided to touch base at a cafe before tomorrow, just to go over plans. As you are reviewing the meetup time, you swear you can sense a hint of annoyance in the curve of his lip. His knee taps up and down, as if impatient. No, that can’t be right. Minho’s words had just gotten to you, that’s all. Nevertheless, your stomach sinks a bit as your date finishes off his coffee and stands up.

“Yup, sounds good.” He tosses his empty cup in the trash, “I gotta go, but i’ll see you tomorrow,”

Without so much as a wave goodbye, you watch him head out. The door announces his departure with a pleaseant ring.

There you sit, half-finished latte in hand. He didn’t even offer to pay.

You hate to admit it, but Minho might be right. You don’t understand. What did you do wrong? Did you come off as too eager? Minho does always tell you that you’re too clingy, you guess. But it just doesn’t make sense, you had seen your date just the other day and he was all smiles, holding your hand as you walked and wrapping his jacket around your shoulders when you shivered. You must have done something wrong for him to be acting like this, there’s no other explanation. Unless he’s just had a particularly bad day.

You nod as you push out your chair and stand. That might just be it. Still, Minho’s words of warning run rampant in your mind, despite your efforts to push them to the back of your mind.

Everything will be fine, Minho’s just a hater.

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Just because he’s not here yet doesn’t mean he’s not showing up.

This morning you had put on the cute little dress you had planned with a hum on your lips, a good nights sleep having managed to put some pep back into your step. When you had finished touching up your hair, you were not at all surprised to find Minho spread across your couch, watching a show and eating a bowl of cereal like he owned the place. You’re quite used to it at this point, he doesn’t know how to stay at his own house for the life of him. No words were exchanged, Minho merely glancing in your direction in greeting before returning his attention to the show.

Good. You like him better when that big mouth of his is shut.

You tap a heel nervously, the inside of your cheeks sore and raw from how much you had been chewing on them. How long has it been now? Half an hour? It might even be more, it feels like you have been standing beside this bus stop for ages. Countlesss couples had passed by, fingers intertwined as they tuck their partners hair behind their ear, or stifling giggles as whispered jokes are exchanged.

He’s not coming, is he?

Of course he’s not, you were a fool for thinking he would. Your unanswered text stares up at you, the read receipt sitting gut-droppingly below it. Hot tears prick at your eyes as you hunch your shoulders into yourself. What do you even do now? Just… go home?

Your feet move on their own, carrying you in the direction you came. When you started running, you’re not sure, but the chilly breeze stings your flushed face as you push your way through the busy sidewalk.

You pull out your phone as you run, tapping on Minho’s contact. Your blurred vision makes it nearly impossible to type a sentence. A simple, ‘you were right’ is all it reads.

Sent.

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Minho had graciously not blessed you with his presence when you stumble through your front door, cheeks stained with tears and nose running. You don’t even know if he read the message, but you’re sure once he does, he’s going to be a smug little shit about it, as per usual.

It’s all you can do to not hurl yourself onto your bed and just sleep for the next three days. Maybe you’ll wake up and this will all be some bad dream.

Your disheveled appearance in the mirror stares back at you dully, assuring you that this is not a dream, and you did indeed just get stood up on Valentine's Day.

The cold of the mirror chills your hand as you lean forward on it, breaking eye contact with yourself. Your mind still can’t comprehend it. Why? Why are you always second best? Every single time you open your stitched up heart up to someone, they rip out the seams and leave you with the pieces. Frustrated tears sear behind your eyes, but you purse your lips and shove them back down. There’s no point in crying.

A single knock. Your front door opens before you can take a breath to answer it. Only one person would be so bold as to enter your place without so much as waiting for a response. The one and only, Lee fucking Minho.

You can hear him shuffling around the front door, most likely kicking off his shoes. There is absolutely no way you are going out to greet him, he’s only here to rub it in your face that he was right the whole time. And while yes, that is in fact true, it’s really the last thing you need to be hearing right now. Your fist unintentionally curls in on itself as you hear his footsteps approaching your door.

You cross from your mirror to your bed, flopping down and burying your face in the pillow. Maybe it will block out his voice when he comes in and starts yapping.

A long moment passes. You don’t hear his movements anymore. Then, softly, three knocks sound against the wood of your door.

You decidedly do not answer. He really can’t take a hint, huh?

Instead of opening the door immediately like usual, Minho waits a moment before knocking again. The knocks are just as soft and careful as before. The switch in mannerisms has your eyebrows furrowed. What’s the matter with him?

“What do you want, Minho.” Your voice is muffled, face still stuffed in the pillow.

This time, your door opens. The soft padding of his footsteps cross your room, but you don’t raise your head. You’re not sure what keeps you hidden. Embarrassment? Anger? Both? Nevertheless, you won’t be showing your face anytime soon.

The edge of your bed dips as he sits on the edge of it, not a word uttered. Yet. You tense as he takes a breath in, preparing your heart and mind for whatever he’s going to spew at you.

And yet, no such thing happens. A hand lightly sets itself on your shoulder, making you jump slightly in surprise. As he draws his hand soothingly across your back, your shoulders drop and you let out a shaky sigh.

When you finally gather the courage to look up at him, you find his gaze fixed on his lap. There, he holds a small handful of assorted wildflowers. You look from Minho, to the flowers, then back to him. Since when were his lashes this… pretty?

“It hurts, you know.”

His voice, nearly a whisper, cuts through the silence. He keeps his eyes locked on the flowers as he fiddles with one of the petals.

“Seeing you give some loser a chance,” he continues, “And you get hurt. Every. Time.” He searches your face, that little wrinkle between his eyebrows visible. “When are you going to decide you’ve had enough?”

You’re trapped in those big brown eyes of his, filled with a mixture of concern and genuine confusion. Despite his efforts to be the biggest nuisance in your life, he cares about you, even if he rarely shows it.

At your lack of response, Minho sighs and drops his hand from your shoulder, bringing it to his little bouquet of flowers. His little bouquet that suspiciously resembles the flowers planted outside of your building, along the sidewalk.

You flip over, facing the ceiling. It’s easier than facing him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I just… I just want to be loved, y’know? Every single time, I think: ‘this one’s different’,” You let out a rueful laugh, “guess you were right, huh, genius?” You prod him in the side with one finger.

Not even a witty retort falls from Minho’s lips. In favor of an answer, he offers to you the bunch of flowers.

You turn your head, watching as a pink petal flutters from the bouquet and lands gracefully on your sheets. Your eyes never leave his face as you reach out slowly and accept his gift.

A beat of silence falls as you bring the petals to your nose. The quiet is unusual. With Minho, the bickering is practically non-stop, a quick response always on the tip of both of your tongues. But now, only the quiet whistle of his breath fills the room.

“Is this..?” You tilt your head at him as you draw yourself into a seated position.

He blinks a couple times. You wonder if he’s ever asked anyone to be his valentine before.

“It’s- yeah.” He states simply, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Minho’s demeanor is somewhat relaxed, but the way he keeps twisting his ring to the tip of his finger and back gives tell to his nervousness. His lips are pursed a bit at the corners, his little dimples making an appearance.

This is a side of him you rarely see. In fact, he’s never acted this way before. His blunt quips replaced with a type of openness that seems foreign even to himself.

You know what. Fuck it.

Grabbing his chin, you draw close to him. His eyes widen and he freezes in place. You take in his features with a squint. The angle of his brow, the fullness of his lips, that little beauty mark at the end of his nose. Instead of making your stomach twist in annoyance, his face ignites a little flame in your chest. You’ve always known Minho as an attractive man, you’d have to be blind to think otherwise, but you’ve never seen him quite in this light.

This whole time, he’s been trying to protect you. In his own, strange, Minho way.

His throat bobs as he swallows, lips parting. The sight of his bunny teeth peeking from beneath his lip is the final straw. You close the distance, capturing his lips in a swift kiss.

The moment is brief, and you pull away just as quickly as you had leaned in, his chin still grasped between your fingers.

He blinks rapidly for a couple of seconds, a habit of his you’ve picked up.

You break into a smile at his reaction, giddy at finally having the upper hand.

“You know, you could at least— oof!” Halfway through your sentence, you are interrupted by Minho’s grip on your arm as he yanks you towards him.

He catches you as you fall backwards over his lap, his arm supporting your back. You’re at a loss for words, your mouth opening and closing dumbly a couple of times. Minho lets out a huff of laughter and rolls his eyes.

“You’re actually an idiot, hope you realize that,” he observes.

“Just kiss me, you asshole,”

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you drag him down to you. You can feel him smile against your lips as he tightens his grip around you, one hand drifting through your hair while the other holds you steady.

This. It feels right. More right than any of those other guys had made you feel, despite their fancy gifts and extravagant shows of so-called ‘love’. Maybe the reason none of them had worked out was because deep down, you truly only want one person. And that person is here, holding you between his own two arms, quenching the thirst for him that you didn’t even realize you had until you tried a sip. His lips move in harmony with yours. He’s firm, but not desperate. Gentle, but confident. Your body melts under his every touch, until you can't imagine being anywhere else but here.

He pulls away first, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink that matches the flowers sitting forgotten on the mattress. He quirks an eyebrow wryly at you.

“So much for not coming crying,”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Excuse me? I did not!”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“You’re such an ass, Lee Minho.”

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[eccentricallygothic]

Coy

Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers | Shy Gf!You.

Description: Steve makes his shy girl call him Daddy <3

Warning(s): Stevie is lowkey a lil mean, m!dom, f!sub, size kink, unprotected p-in-v, missionary, doggy style, dick riding towards the end, spanking, hair pulling, age gap bc it's me, slight bondage idk, choking, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk. MDNI.

Type: Request for my lovely @chxrryhansen, here. 

MASTERLIST

❤️

“C'mon, just say it, baby” Steve wasn't sure if the annoyance in his voice was unclear or if you were just that stupid. 

“Nooo, Stevie!” You giggled even though you had been whining just a few seconds ago because of how much strength he had had to use and the endurance that had been required of you to withstand the entering of his monstrous cock in your tight little pussy. Yes, Steve had indeed fingered you before that. And yes, it still hadn't been enough to open up your tiny hole. 

Not for Steve, anyway.

“Oh—” he stopped to keep himself from saying something hurtful because you were too sensitive for your own good. “Just… fuck!” He abruptly cursed as your pussy responded to the twitching of his dick by clenching around it just when he was balls deep inside you. “Just say it for me, yeah, baby?” You were choking his dick out and his dick was in pain too. 

Only, your tightness and his girth made up a pain too nice for either of you to want to stop. 

Your face was flush and your heavy breaths were labored, the weight of his massive body pressing yours down into the mattress. “B- But it's wrong, S- Stevie…” It took him all his strength to not scoff at your words so he took his ire out on your poor little nipple that was trapped between his cruel fingertips. 

“Why?” Steve's hips nearly collided with yours when he gave you yet another heavy but speedy thrust. 

“B- Because you're not actually my Daddy, S- Steve— hnng!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his breach intensify, the pangs that were being caused by the vicious jabbing of his hard, thick tip against your innermost spot on the brink of reaching your cervix. 

Steve's nose flared and his blue eyes suddenly flashed you an icy look. “Yeah?” His eyebrows went flat but the violent rocking of his body against yours didn't. The room was full of the gut-wrenchingly obscene sounds of skin slapping against flesh. “Who do you think I am, then?” 

It was getting harder to form proper words the more his cock caused for the burning knot to tighten between your hips. “Y- You… You're… AH!” Your arms that were coiled around his broad shoulders tightened against his neck to withstand how his huge hand rudely was squeezing your boob. “You're… b- bofi…” Steve's strength was no joke.

“And who says bofis can't be Daddies?” The golden haired man expectantly peered down at you for an answer but you were too busy moaning and rocking yourself against his cock as much as his heavy body allowed you to do so. 

“B- But…” Your small protest told him all he needed to know.

Steve didn't have time for this nonsense. 

A loud plop! sounded in the air and you blushed a deep shade of red despite your worked up state. Before you could word your complaint about why Steve had suddenly pulled out of your weepy cunt, the older flipped you onto your chest and roughly pushed what remained of your shirt -the beast had a thing for ripping your clothes off, good thing he made up for it by buying you prettier compensations- up your arms and around your wrists until they were bound above your head. 

New slick bubbled out of your opening as you whimpered and felt your hole blink in sensitive realization of the fact that now he wanted you to lay your face down and keep your ass up. Fuck. When he took you like that, there was absolutely nothing he couldn't make you do or say. 

After that, Steve had your throat in one hand and your boobs in the other, his muscular thighs fished their way under your trembling legs to collect them out of his way. His tip that had cooled down a bit made you jump when he entered you again and though the penetration was somewhat easier this time around, you couldn't help but whine from the stretch again. 

And then, Steve went into a crazed jackhammer mode. Your throat tickled and ached from the deep groans that crawled up your vocal cavity, ones that your position was forcing you to stifle into the mattress. The temperature of his cock easily returned back to its previous warmth. 

“Say it” he demanded as he squeezed your windpipe. 

All you could let out was a humiliating, breathless and incoherent guttural ‘aaaaah~’ as your body began to slide off his due to the force of his brutal fucking. The tip of your nose hurt from how it rubbed up and down the bedding.

“Tsk, messy little kiddie brat” his hand abandoned your boob to firmly claw around one of your thighs to hold you in place to ensure a smooth pounding. “Needs Daddy for everything but acts like she doesn't” you could deny it to your heart's content and be as shy and ‘innocent’ as you pleased, but the way you moaned, messed yourself up and clenched when he said the dirtiest things was not lost on him.

Steve knew you liked it all just as much as he did. 

“Oh, my God—!” Steve squeezed your throat again because he did not like what he was hearing. Your lungs ached from the strain he was putting them under.

“Now that's a bit far, baby” before he shook in mirth and the vibration of his body shook your squishy walls, the sensation causing your eyes to roll until their undersides burnt. “But I guess that's okay too” your fucked out mind felt somewhat relieved. Maybe this would satiate him and you would not have to— “But that's not what I want to hear you call me tonight” your chest ached from the wheeze you let out when he finally let your throat go to smack your ass and you could breathe again. “Come on, now. Chop, chop” you cried out from the frustration. 

He was so mean.

“After all, Daddies take care of their kids. And I take care of you, don't I?” There was something in the way he worded it. You moaned out loud. His balls began to penetrate your stubborn opening. 

And then he crept his fingers between your legs and against your cunt. The grainy digits stroked your hardened flesh. And you knew at once, you had lost. 

It was impossible to hold back now. The taut dam of your building orgasm came undone and your toes curled as bittersweet relief exploded between your hips and down your legs.

“DADDY! OH, DADDY! OH!” You began to chant uncontrollably, feeling your knees shake as cold sweat trickled down the back of your thighs. 

“Now that's more like the dirty little slut that I've raised on this cock” when Steve really got into chasing his own orgasm, and he always did that after yours, the most obscene and sodomous things came out of his mouth. “Tell me, brat” since you were going through a mind melt, Steve smacked your ass to redirect your attention to him. “Will you ever try to deny your Daddy again?” His hand wrapped your hair around it and your body curved in a humiliating angle as he pulled you up to bounce on his cock now.

“N- No, no, Daddy, no! Never!” Your orgasm was turning into overstimulation and there was not a damn thing you could do about it.  

“Really?” You broke into a fit of cries when Steve began to pat-slap your clit. “Doesn't sound very convincing to me…”

“No! No, Daddy! I promise! I promise! I promise I won't, Daddy!” You were curved so far out that your head collapsed on one of his hard shoulders. Your chest ached from how violently your tits bounced up and down.

“That's my girl” The baritone of Steve's voice drilled into your mind as he looked down at you before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, one tyrannical paw settling on your chest to keep you from falling down, hips springing you up and down like a mindless little toy.

❤️

Everything tag 🩷: @rosecentury

I know it sucks, I am sorry. I have a very bad creative block these days but I am trying my best to clear out all requests <3 

[thatsdemko]

drought - c.leclerc

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: husband!charles leclerc x wife!fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + fingering (f receiving) + minor grammatical errors!

a/n: everyone say thank you to Charles leclerc’s recent photo dump

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the simulator, the meetings, the practices, the races. it’s never ending exhaustion for Charles as he struggles grappling the seasons horrid start.

he’s thankful to have someone to turn to when times get rough. his lovely wife, you. through thick and thin is what you promised each other, and right now? this was the thin. this was what was starting to tear you both further apart.

Charles spent all his time home at the simulator, or any chance he could, at the factory. you’ve spent dozens of lonely, boring, nights in your shade king size bed.

the picture frame above the headboard is no longer crooked. you’d have time to fix it into place because the reason it fell was the endless nights of sex. the headboard would bang into the wall and eventually the picture, from your wedding night, would either come falling down, or end up sideways on the hook.

it was a reminder of your once thrilling sex life has come to an end. sex was no longer something you both were actively participating in. it was rather you and a vibrator on those lonely occasions.

“headed out?” you ask, picking your head up from your book in your lap. you’d heard his heavy footsteps. his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth searching the right sneakers to wear.

“just to maman’s salon. been awhile.” he says coming into the living room to sit beside you on the couch.

you nod in agreement having not remembered the last time his beautiful brown hair was trimmed. although, you don’t mind the length, and neither did his fans. you’d encouraged him to listen to them, and at the time he laughed. then you showed him why you liked it so much. the ends being tugged between your fingers, ruffled and yanked during sex, he enjoyed the arousal. now, there was no need for it.

“tell her I say hi.” you say, soft smile forming to your lips.

he catches your eyes for a brief second when he looks up from tying his shoes. he takes the quick second to press a kiss to your cheek, “you should come by. maman would love to see you.”

you’d missed pascale. in fact, you missed his whole family. it’d been months since you’d shared a laugh with Arthur, or even held conversation with Lorenzo and his new girlfriend. while you knew the chances were slim to seeing his siblings, you still joined him in the car. it’d been the first time in weeks being in his pista.

his hand dangerously slips across the center console. his thumb strokes the skin your inner thigh that’s exposed from your biker shorts. he’s happy you’ve tagged along, he can’t remember the last time you’ve spent more than two hours together that wasn’t spent sleeping.

“I noticed you fixed the picture above our bed.” he says turning to look at you for a brief second at the stop light. you figured he hadn’t noticed, it was slight change and he rarely slept at home when he had days off. you’re sure he’s seen the toy under your side of the bed if he truly went looking.

“gives you a new challenge again.” you reply back watching the wheel spin under his hands as he pulls into the parking lot. you were finally free from his grip.

he scoffs, putting the car in park, “it was always too easy. it was never a challenge.”

a smirk forms to your lips. your words catching him before he slips out the car, “well you have a new challenge and it’s much better than you’ve been in the past month.”

—

you’re sitting in the chair beside him watching pascale trim the wet ends of his hair. a few fall in his face or around the top of the cape.

she’s happy to see you. in fact, she’s only talking to you the whole time.

she doesn’t notice how you’ve been squeezing your legs together every so often. your one leg is crossed over the other, he sees you shifting in the chair as you answer his mothers questions. he sees how turned on you’ve become watching him.

it’s funny to him. how it’s the most mundane thing ever and it’s got your pussy throbbing for him. all he’s doing is sitting in the chair allowing his mother to cut the dead ends of his hair.

he can tell whatever you were using to get off was not enough. and it was his own damn fault for choosing the simulator or the factory over pleasuring his wife’s needs.

pascale walks away to answer the phone leaving you two alone, and he swivels the chair in your direction, “I did not know this would get you so horny.”

you feel heat spread across your cheeks. you try to pull the neck of the sweatshirt over your face to hide the embarrassment of being caught.

“when we get home—“

“you think I’ll last getting home?” you cut him off before he can propose his plan. his eyes widen, a smirk toys his lips as he shakes his head seeing his mother come back into the room.

“take the keys to the pista, you’re making this hard for me.” he tosses the keys into your lap, “it’s a private parking lot. you can finish what I started.”

“I’m almost done with him. you‘ll be able to go home in no time.” pascale promises and continues to trim his hair. you watch for another couple of minutes and now she’s finally getting ready to blow dry his wet hair.

you can’t watch any longer. you’ve made up an excuse to head to his car and wait out the final minutes. you’ve turned on the air in the car and sat in the passenger seat awaiting his arrival to take you home.

your leg anxiously bounces as you hear him whistling. he opens the passenger door, takes the knob that adjusts the seat, and pushes it as far back as it goes allowing him to kneel in front of your seat.

“Charles what are you doing?” you ask watching him close the passenger door once he’s in. it’s cramped. his head is just inches close to the top of the car, your legs are nearly into your lap and suddenly it’s warm in the car. the air must’ve kicked off after a period of time running.

“taking care of something.” he leans over your lap, letting the back of the seat go as far down as it can. he moves you closer to the edge of the seat, “lift your hips.” he demands and you do as he asks, allowing him to remove your shorts.

“Charles, we can’t do this in your car—“

“nobody is here.” he points out the very obvious. not another car is in this parking lot, and there’s not a single car that has drove down this street since arriving. you were as safe as you could be under the street lights.

“come on, let me treat you right.” he coos, fingers running up and down your thighs, “I did this to you.” he reaches into your lap, fingers toying with the wet material clung to your pussy, a whine threatening at your tongue.

“can I do that? can I touch my wife?”

you nod, unable to speak any words. you push you hips up again allowing him to remove your panties. you spread your legs as far wide as you can. his index finger stretches out across your folds. it’s like a ghost against your skin, you can feel him but barely. a soft whine escapes your lips, you lean back against the seat.

“good girl,” he whispers, “just relax for me.” he says. his index finger wiggles in your entrance. his name rolls off your tongue ever so quickly, and you feel him add a second finger not even giving you a chance to respond.

your fingers go flying into his freshly cut hair, and yank on the short ends. you curse him for what he’s done, and try to grab anything you can while his fingers pump inside of you. he takes his time, discovers every single bit of you like lost treasure. a place he hasn’t tended to in awhile.

sweet whines and moans escape your lips. it’s adorable how quick you were able to fold under his touch. all it ever really took was a swipe of his finger, tongue, or anything else to get your body to fold. you were his in the matter of seconds.

you feel one of his fingers just brush your clit. your back arches, pussy clenching around his fingers. you’re begging him to do it again, and again, until you come.

he doesn’t stop until he notices your legs are visibly shaking, the car is shaking from your bodies response, and until his fingers are met with cum.

“I can’t.” you breathe out, your body itches to exhale the sweet cum he ever so loves. he’s nodding along, encouraging you to come. you throw your body back against the seat, you feel the body of the car move as you do so. sweet delicious cum finally exits your body and so do his fingers.

“that was fun wasn’t it?” he licks his index and middle finger of your cum before pulling your set up close to where it was, and he’s getting out of the car. you quickly pull your shorts back up and double check your hair.

you look him in the eyes when he slides into the drivers seat. you can see the arousal in his pants, a content smile across his face, “don’t worry, you can take care of me when we get home. I’ve got an idea in my mind.”

[mischieffae]

Yes please Thor 1 Loki smut….maybe with plus size reader 👀👀👀

Your wish is my command 😈

Devotion

Summary: After returning from a vigorous battle, Loki finds solitude in your welcoming company. Tending to his minor wounds, your hands are not the only thing that gives him pleasure that night.

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: plus size reader, body worship, breast fucking, no use of y/n, praising, mentions of wounds, pre-established relationship, usage of old norse sayings

Music that inspired the writing

Smells of various floral arrangements filled the air with an intoxicating aroma, the room's golden hue glittering against their petals. You have prepared the room for your lover's return from battle, the brutal onslaught lasting for many suns and moons. It had begun to weigh heavily on your mind, each night causing you to lose more and more sleep from anxiety. But you had to remind yourself that your significant other was not a mere mortal, but a GOD of pure strength and cunning wit. It would take a lot more than a mere blade to bring him down to lay upon the earth.

He was unstoppable.

Heavy gilded doors began to slowly open as you turned towards its sound, your heart racing in your caged chest wildly in anticipation. There, your beloved stood with sweat upon his forehead, his usual clean leather attire covered in dust and crimson shades of his enemies essence. A small cut formed on his upper left brow, his raven short locks tousled around his chiseled features as he released heavy breaths. It made your breath halt in your lungs, his lithe form moving towards you in a graceful motion.

" Elskuga ... " ( old norse for lover )

You could not hold back your wide smile, hands outstretching in his direction before finding home in his damp hair. His soft lips trailed along your heated cheek, nostrils flaring while giving a pleasing sigh in relief.

" Have you missed me? ", he murmured sensually, your fingers moving to cup both sides of his pale face while gazing in those eyes that haunted you for days.

" More than you know... "

Your brows furrowed with concern from the cut upon his forehead, a tender finger lifting to graze along it curiously. You could've sworn you heard a small hiss in response, his eyes never leaving you as you gazed him over.

" Come, let me tend to your wounds my love. "

Loki held back his protest with self control, settling upon a fur covered chair with a gentle huff. Your smile never faltered as you began to brush a damp cloth against his wound, blood staining the white cotton with each motion. It reminded you of the many times you would clean his cuts from your adventures as children, always after a long day of rough housing with Sif and the Warriors Three. You were often the healer of the group, Thor insisting that it was your path in life. Perhaps it was, though you would rather join them on their outlandish escapades.

However now you have found purpose in the arts of mending.

" Are all these flowers for me? "

A small giggle escapes your lips, his head lifting to gaze into your eyes with mischief.

" Only if you came back victorious, which you have definitely proven to be true. "

The Prince released a small hum in approval, a hand lifting to gently graze along your thigh against the silk of your dress.

" And would you have done the same if I came back defeated? "

You pause your movement, eyes glittering with playfulness before finishing cleaning his cut.

" We all know that would have not happened, my love. "

You both chuckle in earnest, his smile causing your heart to clench in your chest with pure adoration.

Loki gazes upon you as if you were a beacon a light, entranced by your beauty and utter kindness. The two of you haven’t engaged in this romantic relationship until the year prior, your hearts intertwining the moment you confessed your love to him. Since then you have been inseparable, and of course this spurred on gossiping within the palace's halls of the scandal between a prince and a commoner. But neither of you seemed to find a care in the world, often blocking out those whispers with shared kisses and giggles in front of their stares.

Love often found it's way.

" Ek ann þér .. " ( I love you )

Those words slithered from his lips with a lustful tone, the verbiage causing a heat to stir deep within your belly. It was a siren calling, your body moving to settle upon his lap with a soft sigh in acceptance. You needed this more than anything, your body craving for his touch since the moment he left Asgard's walls nights before.

And perhaps, he needed this more than you.

" Take me, my love... "

It was all he needed to hear, a pained gasp emitting before crashing his lips against your own. He was starving for you, tender hands lifting to trail along your curvy frame with purpose. Every touch caused a hitch to form past your lips, the noise swallowed as he drove deeper with his tongue. Loki settles his hands to cup your tender breasts with vigor, hips pulsing upwards as you both moan heatedly in response.

" - ... Loki ... "

You pull away for air with short pants, his mouth slack whilst moving to ghost along your sensitive throat wantonly. You could smell the dirt and grim upon his leather attire, nostrils flaring with the intoxicating aroma. It was causing your mind to melt within your skull, unaware of the sudden change in movement before you were snapped back into reality from the gentle lay upon the bed. He wanted to absolutely devour you, pupils blown from his arousal as he panted above your frame.

" I need you ... Need you ... ", he begged under his breath, shaking hands moving frantically to pull upon your silk intricate dress.

He needed this off you now, as if you would suddenly disappear if he wasn't fast enough. You arched your back to give him better access, the fabric unveiling your gorgeous form for his eyes to swallow greedily. To him, you were a GODDESS, each dip of your body and each little plump area a pure masterpiece. His hands couldn't help but softly kneed everywhere, to the softness of your hips to the roundness of your belly.

Loki released a gentle groan in anticipation, your breaths sounding lightly as you gazed with pure adoration. Your long locks tousled around your features like a halo, a perfect fitting for an angel such as yourself as he thought to himself. The both of you could stay this way for eternity, never once hearing the outside world. Only the two of you, basked in each other's love.

If only it were that simple.

Your needy whines snaps the prince back to reality, his jaw slack as he tenderly massages your chest with a pleased moan from the fullness. It feels divine, each motion causing your heart to flutter in response. But you wanted to feel MORE of him, and with this thought your hands trail downward towards his trousers in hunger.

His eyes snap in your trailing, chest heaving with excitement before lifting to your blown pupils with uncertainty.

" A-Are you sure? You don't... "

A small hush escapes you, fingers finding their purpose to dip within leather. You grasp his heated manhood with a gentle embrace, his lips parting to emit a wanton moan.

" I want this more than anything, my love.."

It was all he needed to hear, that confirmation. Those words were his utter demise, as if a mask cracked and began to unleash his true potential. A guttural groan escapes him as he quickly moves to unveil his cock, your hands still grasping it's hardness as it twitches with excitement. You guide it to lay between your heavy breasts, his back arching forward while pushing the twin flesh together.

" ... Open your mouth .. "

Gods you could die right here and now, your brows knitting together in concentration as you open your plump lips willingly for his pleasure. Tonight, this was for him, all this pent up energy from his previous battle to all be released. The Prince couldn't be more lucky to have you in his stead.

" That's a good girl... just like that... "

With a twist of his hips, Loki begins to thrust between the mounds of flesh with slow sensual movements. The tip of his cock brushed along your bottom lip gently, your tongue occasionally popping out to catch a taste of pre-cum that dabbled on the head. He was so beautiful above you, once slick raven hair now tousled around his flushed features. His mouth slightly open with tight brows in concentration. He can't get enough of you, each roll of his hips causing a gentle moan with a clench of his jaw.

" So beautiful - ... f-fuck... "

It was not often you heard the Prince of Asgard say such vulgar words, but when you did you could not help but smirk in victory. You, of all people were bringing royalty to fall upon his own knees.

That was all you needed to feel that success.

Your hands moved to wrap your fingers around his wrist encouragingly, his hips moving more into a frantic pace.

" That's it my love... I got you ... ", you whisper softly, your eyes never once leaving his as your mouth begins to suckle upon the tip of his reddening cock. He's an utter mess, small whimpers escaping him as the base of his member is nestled between your tits. His hands are almost painfully grasping you, not that you mind of course but actually edge him on. Your cheeks hollow to suction more firmly, each roll of his hips driving the tip deeper into your willing mouth.

" I-I'm gonna ... ", he cannot breathe as he snaps his hips with a final thrust, body convulsing with a loud wanton whimper as he spills his seed on your plush tongue. You've missed this taste, a moan of your own emitting while you continue to suckle every last drop. His fingers are digging into your breasts, head rolling forward with heavy breaths. He is utterly spent before you, a smile forming on your used lips before releasing with a lewd pop.

" Norns -... "

It was then that he pulls away from you, finally falling to lay on top of your soft frame with heavy gasps in relief. Your hands lift to brush lovingly in his short locks, the side of his cheek resting on your chest to hear the quickness of your heartbeat.

The Prince has found solace in your company, and that thought alone was enough to send you into pure contentment.

[n4nikeni]

toji wanna put another baby inside reader.

like- heavy breeding kink.

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## — breeding !!

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You were arching your back, meeting toji's chest when he was pounding in your cunt. Your eyes rolling back and your chest hurting from the continuous slaps on your nipples from him, your ass was plump and red by now.

This all started when you and toji visited your friend to see her newborn and a sudden urge to get you pregnant hit toji when you were holding the baby so gently and caressing it's cheeks. The car ride back home was quiet until, “What do you think about starting a family?” you stopped fiddling with your dress and looked at him, your cheeks forming a very light pink shade. "I'd love that Toji”

And now you were laying on your stomach on the king size bed and out of breath. He was pulling your hair back and your toes were hitting his lower back. His thighs on both sides of your body, trapping you under him completely. You were stuttering and moaning oh so loudly that toji was thankful the walls were soundproof or the neighbors would've complained about it tomorrow, he kind of wanted that to happen so that you'd know how good he made you feel that your screams were very obvious to the neighbors.

"You'll look so good pregnant, your tits will be so full of milk that it'll be spilling. Don't worry about that though, I'm here to suck it clean anytime" toji groaned and whispered that last part in your ear, his raspy voice only making you wetter. He pulls back and grips your hips to lift your lower part and put you in an almost-doggystyle position, his cock reached deeper in this position, your walls were all slippery with your cum because you have absolutely no idea how many times he made you cum on his tongue and fingers as an excuse to ‘prepare you’ you knew very well that him seeing your cum seeping out of your hole turns him on so bad.

His thrusts were getting slower but deeper, which was a sign he was close to his climax. “You like this, don't you? Having my fat cock deep inside you and filling up your womb with my warm seeds. You thought about this before yeah? Having your tummy all round and sore with my kid in it? Yeah?" He moans when you clench around him after hearing his words. You force yourself to let out a small “yes!” he leans down and you feel his warm chest on your back, his hips rolling into yours and and going as deep as he could. He let out a groan before his hips started shaking slowly and his thrusts weren't as strong as before, but he made sure to push in deep when he was shooting his cum inside of you. "Gotta make sure your pussy takes everything I give her yeah?"

[burreauxwrites]

“LOATHING” (joe burrow x oc)

CHAPTER FOUR - “big dick joe”

word count: 3.4k

warnings: THIS IS A MDNI 18+ CHAPTER! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), car sex, soft(ish)dom!joe and sub!virgin!winnie, slight dumbification, oral (f receiving), cum eating…slight bits of fluff and sweetness if you squint, praise, size kink.

parties were definitely not winnie’s thing. at all. that’s why when she was invited by joe and ja’marr, she was a bit hesitant. she doesn’t enjoy all the drinking games and the overall craziness that comes along with these house parties. however, she also doesn’t want to be a complete let down and a loser. she was invited and not showing up would be a bit selfish from her.

and so, winnie’s standing in the mirror, dusting off her champagne colored body-con dress as she looks at herself. her hair was curled and styled neatly, framing her face a bit; on top of her hair, she’s put on some light makeup.

upon checking the time, she gaps, realizing she’d be a bit late. she grabs her wallet, and heads out to her car, putting the address of the party into her phone and heading over that way.

she arrives, and it’s like your average party. she looks around, trying to look for joe. a soft smile forms on her lips as she spots him.

“hey, joey,” she says, looking up at his hat.

big dick joe.

huh. that’s interesting. she giggles a little, looking at him up and down. he looks…good. his clothing was simple, but he still stood out.

“well look at you, winwin,” joe whistles, his own gaze moving across winnie’s frame. the way her dress hugs her curves, and her hair is styled almost drives him crazy, “you look…stunning.” he compliments her, his voice softening a bit.

“i can say the same for you.” she smiles, looking at joe fondly. her cheeks turn a faint pink shade, one that can barely be seen.

time passes by, joe and winnie are in the corner, watching the chaos ensue. ja’marr himself was in the middle of a circle, showing off his dance moves. but at least everyone was occupied with that.

joe cannot tear his eyes off of winnie. everything about her is absolutely gorgeous. and it all brings him back to that stupid wet dream he had about her before. it’s hard for him to deny it, but he wants her. bad. so so bad. he gently takes her hand, whispering into her ear.

“wanna head to my car…? it’s kind of crazy in here, huh?” he asks, looking at winnie.

winnie nods in agreement, a small giggle leaving her lips. “yeah. it’s a bit much.” she murmurs, squeezing joe’s hand.

they both sneak out the front door, heading towards joe’s car. they both hop into the backseat, taking in a sigh of relief as they escape the noise. they share a laugh, enjoying a small moment of silence.

after a while, winnie looks at joe, raising an eyebrow. “did you see ja’marr and his dance moves though…?” she asks, giggling a bit.

“i did…they were…something, for sure.” joe laughs as well, nodding as he looks at winnie. he isn’t sure if it’d be too bold of him, but he couldn’t resist anymore. there was no way. he needs to let winnie know just how gorgeous she truly is.

he reaches over, ever so softly placing a hand onto her exposed thigh looking into her eyes. winnie, flustered, but not against the sudden contact, looks at joe and waits for him to speak.

“winnie…?”

“yeah?” she murmurs, watching as joe scoots closer towards her.

“you look…so fucking gorgeous tonight.” he boldly admits, looking at winnie and her frame. he loves the way the dress looks on her, but in the same breath, he couldn’t help but want to tear it off of her, to do things that…friends wouldn’t normally do.

winnie, surprised by joe’s compliment, looks away with a bashful look on her face. there’s no way that he’s complimenting her. and the grip he has on her thigh is definitely not helping her case at all. his hands are strong, veiny; and she couldn’t help but imagine them all over her body.

joe senses winnie’s meek reaction to his compliment, gently grabbing her chin and making her look at him once again.

“you have no idea…all the things i’m thinking about.” joe whispers, his fingers tracing along her jaw as he looks at her.

winnie’s body subconsciously shivers at his words, the hair standing on her delicate skin. she finds herself leaning in towards him and his touch, her breath hitching slightly.

“joe…i…we shouldn’t,” she whispers, though she still finds herself gravitating towards him. she feels his hands snake around her waist, and mindlessly finds her arms around his shoulders.

“are you sure?” joe teases, his thumbs caressing her waist over her fitting dress. he chuckles, looking at winnie, “you and i both know that this is something we want.”

with that, the space between the two of them got smaller and smaller, until their lips finally locked in a slow kiss. there was no rush in the kiss, just savoring the moment between them. their hands roamed each other’s bodies with every second, as if trying to commit the other’s frame to memory.

ever so gently, joe lays winnie down against the backseat, still kissing her, albeit with more passion and desire. and winnie reciprocated his desire, letting out a small whine as his tongue darted against her glossy lips. she easily grants him access, letting him fully savor the kiss.

after a moment, joe pulls away looking down at winnie. seeing her beneath him, her lips swollen from kissing and her breath slightly uneven, he can’t help but be aroused. on top of all this, winnie had never done anything like this. he would be her first, and in a setting like this? the thought made his pants tighten slightly.

he grabs the bottom of her dress, looking into her eyes. “may i…take this off?” he asks, making sure not to scare winnie away

“yes…g-god, yes…” she pants out softly, eliciting a chuckle from joe as he lifts off her dress.

there she was, almost entirely nude in front of him, minus her panties. they’re white and a bit lacy, which joe thought was very fitting for her. he grins, his hands caressing the soft skin of her stomach.

“god…look at you,” joe mumbles, unable to take his gaze away from her. he presses small kisses to her neck as he caresses her body, slowly moving up towards her perky breasts, “such a pretty girl…fuck, you’re beautiful, winnie.” he sighs, his thumb carefully finding a place on her nipple.

the sensation makes winnie gasp, her body jolting a little from the feeling. goosebumps cover her skin as she leans her head back, getting used to joe’s hand on her breast. everything about this, being his friend and doing this in his car…it felt scandalous, but good at the same time.

and joe knows she likes this too, taking in all her reactions to his touch. he cups her breast fully in his hand, whispering in her ear.

“i love how sensitive you are, sweet girl.” he says, rubbing her nipple in circles while his other and caresses her waist.

his lips descend across her body, pressing small kisses and giving an occasional nibble on her skin. he could feel every shiver and shake of her body, and it almost drives him feral.

soon, joe’s hands and lips stop at winnie’s waist, his thumbs just lightly brushing against the top of her underwear. he looks up at her, seeing her flushed cheeks.

it’s cute. she’s cute. and for him to have his cute, nerdy friend trembling like this? it gives him a bit of an ego, because he’s essentially responsible for the loss of her innocence.

“may i?” he asks, his fingers gently grasping at the fabric of her underwear while he waits for winnie’s response.

and so, she nods, looking at joe. behind the lust in them, she sees…fondness and care. “yes…you can, joey.”

with a smile, he carefully pulls down the lacy garment, setting it aside as he looks down at winnie, who is completely bare. if joe wasn’t already hard, the sight of her would surely do him in.

joe’s hands gently lift up her thighs, his grip a bit rough, but not too rough to startle winnie. as he stares at her bare cunt, he can’t help but want to feel her, to taste her. maintaining eye contact with her, he kisses her inner thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to where she wants him.

sensing her shyness and watching her gaze veer off, joe tsks a bit, grabbing her chin and forcing her gaze back onto him.

“winnie,” he mutters, looking into her round, cocoa colored eyes, “i want you to look at me while i eat your pretty little pussy out. can you do that?” he asks, his thumb brushing against her plush bottom lip.

with her body trembling in excitement and nerves, winnie nods, looking down at joe as he speaks. his words make her legs jolt a bit. “mhm…i can…” she whispers.

joe chuckles, his hand leaving her chin and moving down her body. “good job, sweet girl.” he praises her, gently taking his finger and caressing her wet folds as he gauges her expressions. he chuckles at the soft whines that leave her lips, continuing his movements ever so slowly.

he leans down, giving an agonizingly slow lick up her center, drawing a moan from her as her back arches from the car seats. the sound is like heaven to joe’s ears, all he wants is to hear her beautiful voice.

as joe begins to slowly eat her out winnie finds herself squirming slightly, beams of pleasure moving through her body. the feeling of his tongue against her sensitive core is foreign, but so good.

pulling away for a moment, joe chuckles, taking his hands and holding winnie’s, interlocking their fingers. the gesture, though small, was rather intimate, causing his heart to flutter slightly. “do you like this? how my tongue feels against you?” he murmurs, kissing her thighs softly.

“y-yeah…feels really good.” she answers, nodding as she looks at joe with a shy but pleased smile.

joe chuckles, leaning back down and continuing his movements against her core. gently, he squeezes winnie’s hands as he plunges his tongue into her. the feeling makes her eyes water ever so slightly, her legs quivering.

deciding to test the waters, joe carefully lets go of one of her hands and prods at her core with a finger, watching as winnie’s mouth fell open in a soft gasp.

“oh my god…joe…!” she moans softly, feeling him slowly push his finger inside of her as he continues eating her out. her stomach flutters from the pleasure and she tries her best to stay still.

“yeah…? does that feel good, sweet girl?” joe murmurs, gently pumping his finger in and out of her as he watches her squirm against the leather seats. “you like this, huh? taking my tongue and lips like the wonderful angel you are.” he says with a soothing voice before leaning back down and continuing his attack with his tongue.

winnie is overwhelmed, but content with the pleasure, her stomach churning more and more as joe continues to finger and eat her out. she grips joe’s hand that she’s holding onto, her legs visibly becoming more and more shaky.

“j-joe…! i-i think i’m-”

“gonna come?” he finishes winnie’s words, chuckling as he watches her nod, his eyes taking in her shaky frame. he continues licking her wet folds, his finger thrusting into her. “that’s okay,” he says gently, squeezing winnie’s hand in reassurance. sensing the fact that the pleasure is getting to her, joe whispers.

“come for me, sweet girl. you can do it.”

before she even takes his words in, her vision goes white, her core clenching against joe’s finger. “o-oh god…!” she whines, waves of pleasure running through her as she comes against his tongue and hand.

for a few seconds, joe guides winnie through her oragasm, only stopping his movements until it’s completely over, he finishes lapping up any cum from her cunt before sucking his finger. he looks at her the entire time while doing this, smirking at winnie’s shy expression.

“how was that for your first time getting eaten out?” joe teases with a cocky expression. his touch his soft however, using his free hand to caress winnie’s hair.

with a breathless nod, winnie answers. “g-good…yeah. i really liked it…” she admits, her voice soft.

“i’m glad you enjoyed it, sweet girl.” joe grins, looking down at winnie with some lust still in his gaze. he wants to go the full nine-yards and fuck her, though he’s unsure of if she’s ready for that or not.

gently, he moves his hand to winnie’s cheek. “winwin?” he asks tenderly, his voice soft, “do you…want to go further with this?”

“further as in…?” winnie trails off, to which joe nods.

“mhm,” he confirms, “it’s totally up to you, baby. i won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” joe reassures her, caressing her cheek.

winnie thinks back to everything up until this point. the way he looked at her volleyball game, him literally getting off to her voice. she becomes slightly aroused by it all. deciding on her answer, she nods as she looks at joe.

“yes. i want to go further,” she answers, her voice a slight plea as she looks at joe, almost imploring him to fully take what’s his, “please…i’m ready.”

please.

joe chuckles lowly, his hands immediately moving to unbuckle his pants as he looks at winnie. he sets his belt on the floorboard, shuffling off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. before taking off his boxers, he gently holds onto her wrist, guiding her hand carefully to his raging boner.

“you feel that, sweet girl? how hard you make me?” joe questions as he looks at winnie, his own breath hitching as he watches her nod. she slowly moves her hand over his clothed cock, eliciting a small hiss from him.

he tuts and shakes his head, moving her hand away. “not too much, baby. gotta be patient.” he laughs.

finally, he removes his boxers, his girth springing free from them as he pulls them down. he tosses them aside, looking at winnie. as her for her, she’s quite…stunned. he looks…well, big. her eyes widen as she looks at the pre-cum on his tip, her cheeks turning bright red.

“what? you never seen a man’s dick before?” joe raises an eyebrow.

“n-no? i’ve watched porn, i guess, b-but i…” winnie stammers, her voice soft as she tries to find the words. giving up on modesty, she offers a blunt, but meek response, “you’re…big.”

joe laughs at winnie’s honesty, gently ruffling her hair. “yeah? well, i guess you understand my ‘big dick joe’ moniker huh?” he smirks, his hand moving down her body. he’s trying so hard to not lose all control. but it’s kind of hard for him at this moment.

he leans over her, looking down into her round eyes. they’re so precious and cute. he almost feels guilty, stripping his best friends purity by fucking her in the back seat of his car. but when she looks the way she does, begging the way she is…who is he to resist?

“are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” joe says softly caressing her body.

“mhm…please, joe,” she urges, her voice an eager but gentle plea as she looks up at him, “please…fuck me.”

fuck me.

those last two words almost make joe lose it. his grip tightens against winnie’s hip, his eyes burning into hers with desire. this is it. he lines up his fully erect cock with her entrance, his eyes meeting hers as he does so. his hands gently slide over hers, their fingers interlocking as he pins her hands down gently.

he slowly pushes into her, letting out a groan as he does so. she’s so tight, he swears he could almost come just from being inside of her for the first time. once he’s about halfway through, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips and giving her gentle praises.

“god, you feel so good, sweet girl, taking me so well.” he says in a hushed tone, his hands grasping onto winnie’s hip as he finishes pushing into her fully. he kisses her neck gently, occasionally leaving a hickey here and there.

after letting winnie adjust to the feeling of him inside of her, joe rocks his hips lightly, his thrusts gentle and slow. he looks up at her, watching as her eyes fill with tears of pleasure from how full she felt.

she grips onto joe’s hands, soft moans leaving her lips. in one meticulous move, joe almost pulls out before thrusting back into her, drawing a loud moan from her lips.

joe laughs against her neck, ever so slightly quickening his thrusts as he looks at winnie. “you’re so loud, baby. it’s almost like you want to get caught with me.” he teases, letting out a grunt of his own as he feels her clenching around him.

he couldn’t help but watch just how well she took his length, noticing a slight bulge with every thrust he makes. lets go of one of her hands, pressing his against her stomach as continues thrusting.

“mmh! f-fuck…! god, joey…!” winnie whimpers, looking up at joe as he thrusts into her, the sound of their skin meeting filling the car with every move. her eyes are slightly glossy, rolling back as he rolls into her more intensely, groans leaving his lips.

“mhm, sweet girl? what is it?” joe asks between groans, not stopping his movements as he looks down at her. he smirks, noticing that she isn’t answering and just letting out moans.

he smiles, holding onto winnie’s face as he thrusts “seems like there’s nothing in that pretty little head of yours,” he taunts, looking into her pleased, but dazed eyes. how the tears formed in them and threatened to spill with every thrust, “this is kind of dirty, hm? your best friend fucking you in his car?” he asks.

“m-mhm. yeah…” winnie gasps, looking up at joe as he gently lifts her thighs, his thrusts being deeper and deeper.

“but you like this, huh? making you feel so fucking good,” he practically growls, “you don’t have to think about anything other than me.”

at this point, feeling too absorbed in pleasure, winnie simply nods, all sorts of sounds leaving her lips. the way he’s pushing his hips against hers feels too good, not a single coherent thought comes from her. but she doesn’t mind; in fact, this was more than good. she loved this feeling.

soon enough, joe could feel her walls squeezing against him again, sensing that she was about to come again. “you wanna come, sweet girl?” he grunts, moving his hand to her clit, but not doing anything yet.

winnie looks at joe and affirmatively shakes her head yes, her voice shaky and desperate. “yes…i-i need to come s-so badly…!”

“beg.”

stunned, but too eager to disobey, winnie nods, pleading as she looks at joe. “please, joey…! p-please let me come! fuck, i-i’ve been good! please…!”

joe smiles, taking his thumb and rubbing her clit in circles to help guide her towards her orgasm. he murmurs, his own voice trembling from the pleasure. “that’s it. come for me, baby.”

a sob escapes winnie’s lips as she reaches her climax, her hands gripping onto joe’s shoulders tightly as she lets every sensation take over. from his intense thrusts to his hand on her clit, it was a lot, but it felt so damn good, like the best thing she’s ever felt.

once she slowly comes down from her high, joe pulls out, groaning as he jerks himself off. he eventually comes as well, spurts of the white, sticky fluid landing on her chest and stomach. he pants, looking down at winnie. he moves some hair off her forehead, his voice tender.

“hey, winwin,” he whispers, his voice a bit hoarse. “are you with me, sweet girl?”

winnie nods, humming as she looks at joe. she doesn’t know that she was crying until she feels the pads of his thumbs wiping away the salty tears. she sighs, speaking quietly herself.

“thanks…for being my first.” she smiles, watching as joe carefully lays next to her.

“hey, it’s no problem. i’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he beams softly, kissing her cheek, “or at least i think you did.”

“trust me. i…i had a blast.”

joe laughed, pulling winnie closer to him. it’s odd. neither of them are sure as to what their status is now. are they friends? friends with benefits? lovers even? who knows.

all that matters is the relaxing afterglow of their passionate time together.

[beneathashadytree]

The condom in their wallets is brilliant 😭 I love it a lot. I want to ask in your head canon, what sizes are they and which types they prefer? 🫣

Sorry to disappoint, nonnie, but I wouldn’t know the first thing about condom types‼️💔 Howeverrrrrr, as for my general (human) dick headcanons, they were already in my drafts a while back, so here you go!! NSFW warning, obviously🙏🏽

To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just my ramblings, or old requests I had🫶🏽

Tip jar!

Masterlist

Zayne: I’m sorry but this man needs a prayer and intense foreplay before anyone can take him. He’s an (unsurprisingly massive) 7 inches long, and his girth is no joke either. A pretty straightforward cock, no curves to be found, but the nicest thing about him is the two veins running down the sides. Dark tip too, if you ask me. He cums a lot all in one go (poor pent up guy), and it’s of average consistency and practically no taste. He’s pretty healthy, after all, even despite his sweets intake. Carpets perfectly match the drapes, but no one knows because he regularly—and canonically, btw!—shaves all the time and doesn’t let it grow out.

Rafayel: More length than there is girth, actually. I’d say a perfect 6 inches, with a slight upwards and right curve that hits the spot perfectly. His tip gets SO red when he’s aroused, and it’s what you can call “pretty” imo. No prominent veins, and his skin is SO soft too. His cum is a little on the thin side, and he doesn’t cum a lot, but it does taste a bit salty. I firmly believe he trims regularly. I wouldn’t say he shaves completely, but he likes keeping things neat and tidy. Carpets are only slightly darker than the drapes; think of a darker shade of purple. All the above changes if we’re talking about his Lemurian form, though.

Xavier: Coke can dick truther🙏🏽 This man is GIRTHY. Like, stretch-you-out-so-well-you-can-cum-from-that-alone girthy. In terms of length, I’d give him a lovely 6.5 maybe, but nothing will ever beat how full he makes his lover feel. One vein at his base, and a fat tip to match his cock too <3 Very thick cum I believe, considering his diet, and is the absolute king of creampies because he loves seeing it spill out. It’s pretty bitter though, fair warning. Carpet doesn’t match the drapes at all; his curls are a rich brown and he usually doesn’t do much about them. If his lover dislikes it though, he’d shave or trim or whatever they like.

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[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, Dr Veritas Ratio (my pookie), Jing Yuan and Jiaoqiu with a really cozy lover who loves to make them cute food? Like they pack them little bento lunchboxes with cute designs and wake up super early to make it for them so they can take it to work, they take them out on picnics as a weekly date and stuff, maybe they're into crochet and crafts or something, sorry this is so self indulgent 😞 i just wanna make these boys something yummy, tis what i had in mind about the food omg this is so long im so sorry

(All art by @/eggbuttertoast on insta btw go check them out)

“You are the best thing, that ever happened to me”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Comfort, Picnic Dates, Domestic Moments, Caring Relationships.

A/N: DON'T WORRY!! I TOTALLY GET YOU!! 🤭 I'M OBSESSED WITH THOSE CUTE BENTO BOXES!! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! 🫶💖

Aventurine was no stranger to indulgence. Life was a gamble, and he played it with style and cunning, always chasing the next high-stakes thrill. Yet, as he strolled into his office at the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department, today’s highlight wasn’t a lucrative deal or a cunning scheme—it was the bento box you had lovingly prepared for him.

You’d been up since dawn, crafting an intricate lunch. Inside the box were bite-sized sandwiches shaped like playing cards, each adorned with edible glitter and tiny suit symbols cut from vegetables. A roulette wheel of fruits sat in the center, with a gold-painted chocolate coin at its hub.

When Aventurine opened the box, his eyes lit up. "My, my," he murmured, admiring the effort. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, darling. How am I supposed to focus on work after such a masterpiece?”

He loved how you infused warmth into his otherwise calculated world. It wasn’t just the food but the care and thought you put into every detail. Every Friday, you insisted on a picnic, dragging him away from the chaos of his work.

Today, you’d set up a cozy spread under the shade of a towering tree. You crocheted a new blanket for the occasion, its patterns inspired by roulette wheels and peacock feathers—a nod to his unique style. Aventurine leaned back, his hat tilted over his eyes, a rare moment of vulnerability.

“You spoil me.” he said, watching you unpack.

“That’s the idea.” you teased, placing a cookie in his hand.

Aventurine smirked. For all his charisma and confidence, he found himself marveling at how you could make even a gambler like him feel safe, cherished, and loved.

Ratio had always prided himself on precision, intellect, and order. Yet, as he peered into the meticulously crafted bento box you had left on his desk, he couldn’t help but smile. The rice was shaped into an owl, its wings made from thinly sliced seaweed. Around it, neatly arranged vegetables and protein formed an edible diorama of his Intelligentsia Guild office.

When you greeted him later that evening, Ratio’s tone was teasing but fond. “Do you think a brilliant mind like mine requires sustenance shaped like birds to function?”

“Maybe not,” you replied, grinning. “But even geniuses deserve to feel loved.”

Ratio adjusted his glasses, feigning exasperation, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed him. Your weekly picnics were another tradition he secretly adored. He admired your crocheted blankets and little crafts, treasures you’d offer him with shy excitement.

Today’s picnic was at a quiet park, where you’d prepared another feast. As he lay beside you, Ratio spoke softly, breaking the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, “you’ve done what even the greatest minds of the Guild could not—bring balance to my chaotic thoughts.”

Jing Yuan, the so-called "Dozing General," had a knack for finding peace amid the chaos of his duties. But nothing soothed him more than the love you poured into his bento boxes.

The moment he opened today’s lunch, a fond chuckle escaped his lips. A lion cub, shaped from rice and adorned with omelet details, stared back at him. Around it, a battlefield of sausages and broccoli seemed to depict one of his strategic victories.

When you picked him up for your weekly picnic, his eyes softened as he took in the sight of you carrying yet another crocheted blanket. This time, it bore a swirling pattern inspired by the Cloud Knights’ insignia.

You spread the blanket under the cherry blossoms, unpacking the food with care. Jing Yuan leaned back, his long hair catching the sunlight. “You’ve truly turned even a General’s life into a dream.” he murmured.

“Good,” you replied, nudging him. “Because you deserve every bit of it.”

Jiaoqiu couldn’t see your creations, but he could feel the care in every bite. Despite his blindness, he often remarked how your lunches seemed to brighten his world.

Today’s bento box was no exception. You’d spent hours crafting it—a flower garden of colorful ingredients, each carefully arranged. When Jiaoqiu ran his fingers over the edge of the box, he smiled.

“I can tell you woke up early for this.” he teased, his voice warm and melodic.

“Of course,” you said, guiding his hands to the first bite. “I want you to feel loved, even when I’m not there.”

Your weekly picnics were his favorite. Though he couldn’t see the landscapes, you described every detail—the way the sun dappled through the leaves, the soft hues of the sky. He sat beside you, tail swishing contentedly as you crocheted a new blanket.

“Another masterpiece?” he asked, running his fingers over the textured yarn.

You smiled. “I made it with you in mind.”

Jiaoqiu tilted his head, his golden irises sharp even as he kept his eyes closed. “And I carry it with me, just as I carry your love.”

[t00them00n]

Cabin Eren!Headcanons

Thinking about living in that cabin with eren

You guys are all alone and it’s the purest form of love you could ever experience

He’d wake you up in the mornings rubbing up and down your arm lazily, dragging his fingers so lightly.

You’d refuse to get up and he’d give in, he’d roll you over and put his weight on top of you, covering your face in kisses as you quietly giggle.

You’d both lie awake in bed as the warm morning sun honeys up the room, his green eyes the most beautiful shade they could be.

He’d have his cheek smushed against you as he quietly explains his plans for the day, he’d go fishing maybe, get some more firewood so you can read cosily by your fireplace

You’d read to him sometimes, on the swing in the cabins porch, his head on your lap as you say those calming words, one hand holding the paper the other in his hair as his eyes are closed but his ears are open

He’d help you hand wash the laundry, chase you around with the soapy buckets

You’d tried to help him with the firewood one time, him letting you use his axe which resulted with it in the tree behind you, he pecks you on the lips laughing and stays close to your face ‘i think i’ll just handle the wood’ grinning like a little boy

You guys would have a small farm and you’d both get so hyped about good sized vegetables that grew or collect the weird looking ones with small babies or something

You’d cook meals together but he’d never really knows what to do so he sits on the counters and just complies when you shove big spoons with sauce or soup in it and tells you what more it needs, he quietly watches you hum as you flow across the kitchen and he thinks to himself that he’d never need more from this world than you.

Sometimes he’s be exercising outside and you’d sit on your porch stairs, ogling shamelessly at his shirtless sweating body and catcalling him

“Wooooo are you single mister?” “Now what is a fine man like you doing out here?” “wanna come inside my cabin? I dont bite” “but i might just bite if u continue looking like that”

He laughs to himself secretly enjoying how you whistle at him, sometimes he’d have you sit on his back as he does push ups or have you hold his legs down as he does sit ups while you just talk your head off to him

You’d have candle lit dinners, sometimes eating food hes hunted and tried to cook all fancy up for you, you may be living in one place but his love makes up for that monotony, he always has something interesting to talk to you about, more to feel

[shirefantasies]

Hi!

Once you feel up to it, could you please write a oneshot of Fílí meeting a hobbit girl on his way to the Bag End and falling helplessly in love with her?

I have always imagined that Fílí and Kílí had arrived to Hobbiton a whole day early and spent it walking around - that, given how lost their uncle always was, Dís had sent them on the road earlier than necessary to ensure that they arrived in time.

So when they arrive to Hobbiton, the brothers are left to explore the market - and that’s when the coup de foudre happens - Fílí sees a hobbit (with strawberry blonde hair, please, if you don’t want to do reader-insert) selling all kinds of flour and has very short conversation with her. To his utter disappointment and annoyance, Kílí is responsible enough to talk him out of buying the huge bag of flour.

And, to be honest, that’s the reason behind Kílí’s grin and Fílí’s smirk we see when Bilbo opens the door.

Thank you soo much!

Please, take your time and care!

🪻🌸🪻🌸🪻

‘Cuz’ of Death- Fili x F!Hobbit!Reader

This is so long in the making 😅 but yay, brain finally brained! Enjoy some Fili fluff 🥰

Warnings: one suggestive comment

Hobbiton’s rolling hills are green as ever as you struggle to pull the wheelbarrow along the path to the market. Your wares are your charge, of course, but that does not stop you in the slightest from wishing you had someone to share in your burdens. And your victories. Not that some great many victories are won in the illustrious world of flour salesmanship, but the thought still stood.

Thoughts. Such are yours for the remaining duration of the trip, flitting about your mind in fancy until you enter the bustle of tents being raised and tables being lain with all manner of honeys, meats, fishers' catches, freshly baked bread, and so many more colorful and tantalizing offerings of your great land. A smile fills your face at the sight. For some, they are overwhelming. For you? Your livelihood. Livelihood and the secret charm of possibility that you might meet someone you do not know, someone from some far reaches of the Shire. Or beyond.

Snorting at that particular notion, you heft bags of flour onto the table your neighbor was kind enough to set up for you, sorting them once all of them are up there for a moment of muscle rest. You hang your sign, a wooden piece carved for you by your father, and take up your helm of sale.

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Sunlight has fallen such that it casts into your eyes; cursing your short form, you shade yourself with an arm as two shapes enter your line of vision. Tall shapes. Men? Dwarves? Dwarves, judging by their garb, which appears to be that of mountain folk. Heavy tunics, fur linings, heavy boots and beaded braids. They also are not so towering as the men you’d met on a trip to Bree once.

The blonde one's eyes slide between your wares and you, alternating until you break into a smile.

"Could I interest you in any of these fine flours, sirs?"

"Sirs," the black-haired one snickers, though completely without malice, only humor.

"What's this one?" Pushing his neighbor aside, Blonde points at a medium-sized sack.

“Buckwheat flour,” you answer with a smile, “Good way to make your cookies tender if you don’t use too much. That is, if you make cookies much. I’m not sure what you like.”

“I have been wanting to get into baking.”

“What are you doing?” Black Hair hisses, a whisper just loud enough for you to hear. “We’ve got the party!”

“Yes,” Blonde agrees jovially, glancing back to you, “It is prudent to bring a gift, isn’t it? What about a nice bag of-”

“We’ve got a while yet! I’m not carrying that around for an hour! Are you?”

“Well-”

“Come on, Brother.”

“Brother?” You burst out before you could stop yourself. The pair doesn't look so much alike- perhaps they each look like one parent.

“Oh, my apologies, madam,” Blonde whips around and gives a bow, spinning his hand as he folds, “Fili, at your service, alongside my little brother here.”

Giving your name, you accept Fili’s proffered hand and giggle as he presses a kiss to the back of yours.

"Kili," the little brother pushes in, offering his hand, too, "And we were just leaving."

"What about the buckwheat?" Fili turns from Kili back to you, leaning on your table. "I'm quite interested in the...tender cookies? What on earth does that mean? Does that make them firmer or less firm? Or more...chewy?"

"You don't bake." Kili again, this time with less urgency and a great deal more amusement.

Fili must have made some disastrous attempts, you think, unable to stop the amusement that begins creeping across your lips. You picture him hunched with a look of dramatized defeat over a pan of crumbled, blackened cookies with smoke spiraling off them.

"I could learn," the elder retorts in a surprisingly determined tone.

Something about it moves your heart, loosens it further, speeds it even. These dwarves are nothing like you expected- not in appearance, manner, or of course location there at your table traveling some humble Shire market.

"I could teach you," you tell him, running a hand through your hair.

"I'd like that," he replies, "We aren't here much longer, but this place is very beautiful. I think we'll be back."

Kili looks between you two, jiggling his eyebrows up and down as Fili suddenly kneels to the ground, rising again with a little pink flower pinched gingerly between his thumb and index finger.

"At least I will be for those baking lessons. Speaking of which..." He chuckles to himself. "A flower for a flour?"

After you accept the flower, Fili reaches for your sack of buckwheat flower yet again, only for Kili to knock his hand away, initiating a comical skirmish of slaps that finally cements in your eyes that these two are undoubtedly brothers. Your gaze bounces between each volley as you twirl your baby bloom, heart leaping at the feeling of it, at the imprint of Fili's mischievous smile and gleaming blue eyes upon the back of your brain.

"Ignore him," Kili finally says, breaking you from your flower-induced, pollen-dusted golden reverie, "He's looking for an entirely different set of goodies."

The confusion you feel at that last comment as you watch the younger dwarf physically drag his brother away from your flour assortment lasts all the way through the rest of the market, all your actual purchases, and even up to your trip to your cousin's house to deliver a loaf of bread your mother had made him.

The hearth is warm and the kitchen scented of the herbs he's preparing for supper and calming tea. He welcomes your steaming parcel of sourdough with open arms and puts a second fish and helping of vegetables on to roast while you chat about your day. Your unusual day.

A tale of your dwarf-filled day...interrupted by a dwarf. This one exactly what you've always pictured, even taller than the brothers and more imposing, complete with a long beard, tattoos, and an intimidating stare. He is quite blunt about the fact that he isn't familiar with you or Bilbo, but gracious as your cousin is he shoots you a look of sympathy and quickly slides you his other helping. His look quickly melts into frustration the more the dwarf goes on and takes from him and rearranges, sharing with you an exasperated glare that has you giggling.

"Dwarves," he shakes his head before opening the door to another, older one, "What is it with today and dwarves?"

"I don't know," you reply quietly, reaching up to gently caress Fili's flower, which you have tucked behind your ear.

The second dwarf, Balin, is surprised to see you there, but then, so are you to see him. He chuckles at that and asks you for direction, which you shyly give; when he asks about chairs, you lead him around the corner into Bag End's larger dining room, where the long table rests under a chandelier's cozy yellow light. Bilbo follows soon behind, peering skeptically at your little congregation with furrowed brows and muttered questions. The sound of the bell ringing yet again, however, distracts you from the hearty laughter of this new set of dwarf brothers. Tapping across Bag End's hardwood floor, you cross your cousin's home once more, slowly opening the great round door. Voices sound behind it, voices that increase in volume as Bag End opens wider to welcome them.

"I can't stop thinking about her. I tell you, Kee, she's going to be the death of me-"

"Ah!"

Perking up with a wide smile that quickly melts into more of a smirk and gets directed at his brother, there stands Kili before you.

“Well now, brother, look who it is!” Kili exclaims your name, still looking right at his elder sibling as he sticks a hand out your way. “Can you believe our good fortune?”

“No,” Fili answers with a smile, blue eyes never falling upon his brother from their gaze into yours, “I cannot.”

His eyes trace over from yours, catch sight of his flower still tucked up by your tresses, and he stumbles into your cousin’s home with parted, wordless lips. He stands so close to you you’d collide with a single step from either of you, finally darting his eyes away and surveying the warm light of Bag End.

“So this is the fabled hobbits’ home?”

“It is,” you agree.

“I love it,” he breathes, a glow of awe coloring his expression, “It suits you just like that flower. It’s cozy. Sweet. I can definitely foresee myself upon many a return visit here.”

“So are you Mister Boggins’s wife?” Kili interrupts, tone bordering on urgent.

“No,” you shake your head, “He’s my cousin. I’ve come to deliver him a loaf of bread, but what of travelers like yourselves? Why have you come to a party Bilbo was not even aware of hosting?”

Inching a wee bit closer, just a tad, Fili extends his hand just like before. Just like before you take it. Instead of pressing a kiss to it, though, this time he holds it fast, his grip strong and warm and sure. The hearth’s warmth feels much closer despite you standing at a door open to the night on the end farthest from it you could be.

“Could I interest you,” Fili asks, leaning so close as to almost whisper in your ear, “In an adventure?”

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[straylightdream]

reputation - look what you made me do

this is a series of shorter one shots with some of the boys that are inspired by reputations songs by Taylor Swift. All of these stories will be 18+ with adult content and have smut in them. If you would like to be tagged in all stories or a specific boys please fill out this form.

if you would like to help me decide which song each boy will get please fill out this form.

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬)

dancing with our hands tied

↳ You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it. I had a bad feeling, and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, secret lovers, office romance

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), dirty talk, oral male receiving, big dick cheol, size kink (cheol is big and the mc loves how it feels), nicknames: baby (mc’s), sir (his).

𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

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𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠

delicate

↳ Long night, with your hands up in my hair. Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs. Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: established relationship, cam girl reader,non idol au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: so much angst, emotional joshua, unprotected sex(mc is on birth control), creampie, body worship, jealous joshua, oral (both rec), slut shaming not by joshua, recording sexual acts, masturbation, anal play, use of a butt plug

𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐢

so it goes…

↳ Getting caught up in a moment. Lipstick on your face, so it goes. I’m yours to keep and I’m yours to lose.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: camgirl reader, anonymous camboy jun, non idol au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex(mc is on birth control), camgirl reader, creampie, snowballing?? kind of anonymous camboy jun, dirty talk, oral (male rec), recording sexual acts, fingering & handjobs, thigh riding, masturbation, nicknames: (hers) baby, baby girl, (his) baby

𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢)

…ready for it?

↳ In the middle of the night, in my dreams. You should see the things we do, baby. In the middle of the night in my dreams

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: friends to lovers, non idol au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: intercourse (p in v) oral (fem rec), so much dirty talk, sex dreams, rough and passionate sex, soonyoung is boob obsessed like this man is obsessed, body worship, body insecurities, the mc is soft and has curve, the mc and Soonyoung are down bad.

𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

king of my heart

↳ I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own. I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone. We met a few weeks ago. Now you try on callin' me "baby" like tryin' on clothes.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: soulmates?, non idol au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: they’re both so down bad for each other, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cum play, body worship, breast play (wonwoo is boob obsessed), praise kink, glasses kink?(mc gets really turned on by wonwoo glasses), nicknames: baby (both)

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢)

dress

↳ Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: friends to lovers, secret lovers, non idol au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: so much angst, moody jihoon, unprotected sex(mc is on birth control), creampie, breeding kink, body worship, jealous jihoon, oral (both rec), drinking

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐢𝐧 (𝐝𝐤)

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𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮

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𝐱𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝟖)

don’t blame me

↳ I would cross the line. I would waste my time. I would lose my mind. They say, "She's gone too far this time."

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: stripper reader, non idol au, sugar daddy minghao

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex (mc is on birth control), choking, lingerie kink, hand job, stripping for money, talks of exchanging sex for money. Body worship, slut shaming (not by minghao), protective hao, pussy whipped hao

𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐧

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𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐞

getaway car

↳ The ties were black, the lies were white. In shades of gray in candlelight. I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: neighbors to lovers, rebound loved, no idol au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mc boyfriend is a jerk, emotional cheating, protected sex, oral (both receiving), starting to the sex in the shower, very vanilla fluffy smut

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 (𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨)

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day twenty

lance stroll - brat

cw: smut/pwp, brat taming, brat tamer!lance, brat!reader, dom/sub, punishments, spanking, dirty talk, mean!lance, kitchen sex

kink-o-ween masterlist <3

"you've been a bad girl." lance's words curled into your brain. it made you feel hot all over. how could you not feel the heat? because when you were a bad girl, you got the punishments that you craved, "honey." he said after the montreal grand prix, "i'm going to enjoy taking you apart tonight."

you bloomed under his stern gaze. everyone knew him as a pretty boy. but, when you two were alone and you got under his skin just right. you saw a totally different side of him. the brat tamer

his place in montreal was where you lived most of the year while in university. lance expected for you to keep it clean. so imagine his surprise when he returned from the grand prix and found his apartment in a bit of a mess.

so after the first round of spankings. his heavy hand up against your achy ass, leaving it a bright shade of bruising. he made you clean up in just your panties. pick up the laundry, vacuum the floors, put away the dishes and even wash them.

lance waited by the couch, hard in his jeans as he admired you. you were living in his home, rent free. he made sure you were taken care of while he was racing around the globe. he watched your breasts jiggle with each of your movemennts. you almost looked like a housewife. that made lance twitch in his jeans.

"missed a spot." he said.

you looked aty him then to the mop. you muttered something under your breath that made your love perk up.

he asked, "what did you say?"

"nothing." you replied as you continued to mop the floors.

lace got up and crossed over to you on the wet floor. he grabbed you from behind and said. "oh no, honey. i think you said something." he groped your bare beasts, he even gave your nipples a hard tug.

you whined, "fuck, lance." then whined louder because he rubbed himself up against you. he then got you over to the kitchen island. there were now footprints all over the freshly washed floors.

lance slapped his hand across your ass, "you're a brat. you know that right? i take care of you all the time and you give me attitude?"

"fuck." you gasped as your panties were yanked down past your hips. your achy cunt was exposed to him. the wetness clung to your pussy lips. you enjoyed this. of course you were. you were a dumb little slut.

'you're such a brat." he said, "a huge brat. but you love it. you love being a stupid slut for me. no amount of education is going to fix that."

your ass was smacked raw, for sure bruised come morning. not that lance cared, too bad you won't be able to sit when you visited friends in the afternoon. hopefully you'll be finally good for him.

"are you sorry?" he asked. his voice was low and twisted your stomach into knots. there was such a mean streak to him. and the deepest parts of you yearned for it. for your mean lance.

you nodded and before you could form words, you heard the buckle of his belt. and before you could form a different sentence, he was pushing his cock into your quickly. he gave you little time to adjust to the size.

your back arched as you tried to find some support on the counter. but found none. your cheeks against the granite countertop. you almost yelled when he started to fuck your needy cunt. you liked it, you liked acting out and the consequences.

"this is so much better, don't you think? that you can take me so well with little prep. made perfect for me and only me. from your head down to your toes. you are mine." his pace was bruising. he loved you deeply, especially when you became his stupid little slut. when you acted out, it only gave him fuel to put you back in your place.

you whined.

he continued, "you're such a stupid little slut." which made you moan louder, his words were venom and it paralyzed you from fighting back. he pulled your head back from the counter and pressed a searing kiss against your lips.

he had you in a painful position as he fucked your poor pussy. no matter how much you squirmed or whined, he didn't let up. you gasped when he groped your bruised ass tightly. he was making such a mess out of you all over the expensive counter.

"if i need to spank you every day, i will. i'll leave your ass bruised and your pussy full." he said almost like a promise. if you were going to be a brat, then he'd simply treat you like a dog that needed to be trained. maybe he'd even throw a collar in.

you loved his words. it was commanding in a way that left your knees shaken. your could feel the pleasure of it all the way down to your core.

no one made you feel like that. not so sexually shaken that you almost came right on the spot. you whined to your lover, "lance." everything fel like as sexual blue as your body craved more of it. more of the bruising affection lance gave you.

it left you pathetic, letting lance run his mouth and it felt like you were on another planet. he pressed against you perfectly, hit all the right spots as you felt the drum of excitement course through you.

"please, lance." you near begged.

"my stupid brat. you're always try to get the upper hand but you never will. you'll always have to be a good girl for me." he pressed further into you further and made your back arch, "because i pay for everything, don't i? from the apartment to your schooling to your vast collection of toys to keep you busy while i'm away."

you didn't have a response. you knew he was true. you barely contributed, maybe lance was right to punish your bratty behavior. your bruised ass, your debauched pose over the counter, your slick cunt. you had potential to be the perfect woman for him. your ass jiggled as he continued to fuck you with heavy thrusts that bruised your hips against the counter. he was trying to fuck the brattiness out of you. to make you perfect for him.

"ah, fuck, lance!" this was the taming of the brat in lance's eyes as he continued to fuck you. you apologized so pretty.

he groaned as he helf onto you tightly, bouncing you on his thick cock. the kind of cock that made you mouth water at the sight of. you were at his mercy.

"fuck, this is what i like to hear, you could so sorry. you know how to behave. i want a good girl. not a massive brat." he was met with your sweet moans which only spurred him on further to fuck you up against the counter.

you arched your back a little and gripped onto nothing for some kind of leverage while your sweaty breasts stuck to the countertop. you whined, "lance, fuck, it feels so good!"

he kissed the back of your neck which made you shudder. your nipples grew hard and your pussy clenched. it didn't stop, the pleasure rocked your world. your noises became louder and more pathetic. your panted were animalistic. you were hanging on by a thread.

"that's it, honey." he groaned. the thrusts were uneven. his pace was erratic and fucked the breath out of you.

you soon came around his cock, your mouth hung open as he felt the crash of pleasure through your body. you tensed up and then relaxed. tour sweaty skin pressed against the counter as lance fucked you harder. he slammed his entire length into your as he finished. his pulse jumped as he came up against your softest parts.

lance stopped his movement, but kept his cock snug inside of you. he grabbed at your bruised ass and kissed your neck. between the heavy pants he asked, "are you going to behave from now on? be the good girl i know you can be."

you nodded dumbly, his words didn't fully register. whatever lance wanted, he got. you swallowed and raised your head from the counter. and lance patted your heated cheek.

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the followed week, lance was at the track early. he was surprised to hear your voice when you called his name. when he looked over, he was in a bit of shock. there you were in a t-shirt that showed off more than lance wanted you to show off, and a skirt that was painfully short. your lips were glossed to perfection. and as lance looked at you for a moment longer, he wondered, would your mascara run if he choked you on his cock? <3