#I lust for this man so fucking much 🔥🥵

[laylaplease]

Ughhhh, you are such an amazing writer! 🫠😩🔥

Your sex pollen fic really got to me, specially because Anakin becomes so goddamn UNHINGED in it. And it’s just—sooooo freaking good. 😭

Like him just going from desperate apologies, to sheer animalistic lust, and then back to a moment of softness where he tries to comfort his precious Padawan—and then BACK to slipping into a deranged expression (ughhh, I have a kink about Anakin losing control like that. Like—just to the point where he can’t fucking help himself) as he seduces his obedient little Padawan to surrender and enjoy it.

The best part was how hard he fought it in the beginning to me. Because Anakin is the reader’s Master. He’d never hurt her, right? And so the reader never is on the other side of his dangerous power.

But the pollen brings everything to the surface. And the reader gets a sense of the dark and blazing intensity of the man who is her Master. Like—when he tells her “fucking RUN.” 🥵🔥 In my heart of hearts, I believe the reader knew she was done for in that moment. She’s SEEN her Master on the battlefield. There’s nowhere on that planet that she could hide from him.

But ughhhh, I loved it. Because Anakin gets the reader so messed up—but HE also gets deliciously messed up. He’s slurring and groaning and descends into a state of ravenous bliss. And the reader has probably only ever seen her Master as strong and brave and gentle and sarcastic and reckless and loving. But she’s never seen him like this. Never seen him so utterly wrecked with pleasure and moans.

She’ll NEVER be able to look at him the same way again. Not without thinking of him turning her to mush with his cock. And he’ll never be able to look at her without thinking of her writhing in pleasure beneath him.

It’s sooooo deliciously wrong. Because they are so FUCKED from that point forward. (Pun intended. Lol).

I’m a writer myself, so I definitely understand the procrastination. ❤️ But I just wanted you to know—if you ever make this into a part two or a series—I will be the first in line. 😭🥵

Dear Anon, do you realize that reading this was literally orgasmic??? The way you describe my own work turned me on, what kind or sorcery is this !! Maybe it's my praise kink.

It almost seems like you've been there in my head as I was writing it because of how accurately you depicted the vibe I was going for: "She’ll NEVER be able to look at him the same way again. Not without thinking of him turning her to mush with his cock. And he’ll never be able to look at her without thinking of her writhing in pleasure beneath him." LITERALLY SHAKING, YES !! They are both ruined for each other in the worst (and best) way possible !!

And twisted pervert Anakin is actually one of my favorite tropes hehe.

Thank you SO much for this message. It's so inspiring to receive things like that, especially when you're quite an amateur at writing fanfiction and still trying to figure out your style <3

Hope to see you around! 🤎☕

[violetedenchapters]

-Our First Night Alone-

Part 2

***WARNING***SUGGESTIVE CONTENT & SWEARING***MINORS DO NOT INTERACT***18+ ONLY*** SMUT***🔥🔞🥵

Now home, Violet and Lincoln waste no time showing one another just how much they’ve been craving time to themselves. Finally, the night was theirs and it had only begun…

**these characters belong to Jessica Shirvington’s “Embrace” series, I DO NOT own these characters**

Within seconds of the door closing, Lincoln had thrown our bags onto the livingroom couch and picked me up in his strong arms, slamming me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he passionately kissed me, his lips tracing down my neck, causing my eyes to roll back.

He carried me over to the breakfast bar where Linc plopped me down on the counter and ripped my dress at the slit completely revealing my underwear.

I gasped at the sudden tear but Lincoln simply growled between kisses, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He slid his hands up my dress, wrapped his fingers around the band of my underwear, sliding them off me in one swift motion.

All the while, kissing and touching my body all over, ingulfing me in his sunshine and honey rich power.

After tossing my lacey underwear off to the side, Lincoln brought his lips back to mine and began kissing me with such intensity, we both quickly ran out of breath.

He started to trail his kisses down my neck, pulling down the thin spaghetti straps of my dress to reveal my breasts. His mouth immediately dropped down to my right breast. He captured my nipple in his mouth as he started to tease my other breast with his left hand. I bit my lip as my head tilted back and a low moan escaped my lips.

God the things he does to me…

Linc brought his lips back up to mine, both of us breathless and hungry for more. I reached between us palming him, feeling he was already hard. Lincoln sighed, looking up at me with dark, lust filled eyes.

He’s so damn sexy… and he’s all mine.

I fumbled with his belt, finally undoing it and frantically stripped him of his pants and boxers.

His length sprang out, lightly grazing my leg. I quickly reached down and grabbed him, feeling him become more hard in my hands as I began to stroke him.

I need to feel him inside of me now!

His grip on me tightened and his hands began moving more frantically over my body, finding their way in my hair, around my waist, and on my breasts. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees and I gave him a concerned look to which he shot me back a devilish grin.

“Linc what are you doing?” I said breathless, “Just having dessert,” and he dove into me without another word.

My breath immediately caught before I loudly moaned as he began eating me out with such intensity and passion. It felt as though he was a starving man and I was the first meal he’s had in years.

And he was devouring me.

His warm tongue caressed my clit, each firm flick causing me to shutter and moan louder and louder. Overcome with intense pleasure, I fisted his hair in my hands forcing him to stay in place as I felt an orgasm fast approaching.

I threw my head back and screamed “Linc… I’m…I’m gonna…”

Clearly feeling my climax through our connection, he persisted with intensity and slid two fingers inside of me, thrusting them in and out as I bit down on my lip, fighting back the tears of pleasure welling in my eyes.

“Fuck!” I yelled out as I lost control of my body and my legs began to shake.

I shuttered as my eyes rolled back and I let out another cry before cumming onto his hand.

I felt a wave of embarrassment come over me as I looked at Lincoln, his hand and mouth drenched in my cum. Clearly I had squirted which I’d never done before.

Would he be upset? Or grossed out?

“Linc…I’m so sorry…I didn’t know I could do that…”

He chuckled that chuckle he reserved just for me, the one that melted my heart. “Baby, it’s okay. I’ve been dying to taste you” he said with a sexy grin on his glistening lips.

He stood up and lovingly cupped my face in his hands. Linc pulled in but kept his forehead resting on mine, “and you taste fucking incredible…” He crashed his lips into mine, letting me savor the lingering cum on his mouth that tasted of vanilla cream and honey.

The taste of our powers together was fucking delicious.

He continued to kiss me hard as he lifted me off of the breakfast bar and onto him, sliding in with ease. We both let out a low moan as Linc started to thrust himself into me, slowly at first but gradually getting faster and harder.

Fuck he feels so good

“Yes baby!” I moaned in his ear, “Right there, don’t stop!”

He turned to the nearest wall and pinned my body against it with his strong arms, continuing to slam my hips down onto him. The sound of our bodies colliding together eachoed throughout the warehouse.

“Oh I wasn’t planning on it” he growled in my ear.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Big Sky S3E2

I finally got to watch the episode tonight. I had Mom duties earlier and couldn't watch it as it aired. But I watched it finally! 😊

Interesting episode. That ending though!!

Spoilers below:

So, I'll just get it right out of the way and say that I need Beau to come arrest me, cuff me, and spend HOURS making me see the error of my ways.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. That man is a MENACE!! He was smokin hot throughout the whole episode, of course, but at the end there, in that vest and that tight burgundy, almost-Henley, and those fucking jeans!!! His LONG legs and ridiculously juicy ass, made me fucking feral!

🤤🔥🥵-🤤🔥🥵-🤤🔥🥵-🤤🔥🥵-🤤🔥🥵-🤤🔥🥵

Now, the actual episode. 😁

The case of the week was interesting, although I didn't really understand why Paul wouldn't have told them about the assistant lady hiding at the house. Maybe he was just worried about her? Not sure - the end of that seemed just a bit rushed. But it's all good. It was an interesting storyline.

I found the overarching storyline to be more fascinating this week though. Reba in the beginning, (or Sunny) was SO fucking creepy when she was singing to the poor dying backpacker. That was horrifying, to think that he'd been lying there for that long just slowly, painfully dying?! 😱 *Shudder!*

Beau and his daughter were super cute! Love his relationship with her already. And on that note, can I say how much I want to beat the shit out of her fucking stepfather? Who in their right fucking mind let's a not-quite-sixteen year old hike off on her own when there are already missing fucking campers?!!!

When he let her keep going on her own, and then just buggered off, I literally said out loud to him, "Beau is going to rip your fucking spine out!!" Like, you sketchy af dipshit!!

And then, NO!! Emily at the end!! I'm so scared for her!! 😬😬 Not sure what's up with that asshole whiny boyfriend guy. Did he actually kill his girlfriend? 😲🤯 Beau needs to listen to his Papa Bear instincts he was feeling in that last scene with the three of them, and get over there and keep Emily safe!!

Oh, and speaking of the scene between the 3 of them at the end, (I just wanted to climb into his fucking lap, he looked so good!! 😭😭) how adorable and awesome was it that he gave Cassie salt to keep away the demons in her new home!! 😄😄

Another enjoyable episode and another 45 minutes spent lusting over my absolute favorite Sheriff!! The fic ideas are starting to swim around in my brain!!

[lushdesirelines]

i just finished 😭😭😭and now i gotta go to sleep but my heart 😢ill have more coherent words later but GOD the way you wrote them in this chapter specifically…. they’re both each other’s home at this point and that speaks volumes to two people that have been hurt so much and yet they have found themselves trusting one another, standing at the edge of this “deadline” and not wanting to let go 😭 my heart breaks thinking if yoongi cried or teared up a bit when he went back home alone after that & seeing her cry😭😭😭.

-AHHHHH on a non sad note - i’ve been daydreaming of a 3tan club scene since the first chapter & YOU WENT OFFFFFF 🥵🔥🔥YES THE GRINDING THE LUSTFUL LOOKS MY MAN LOOKING FINE 🔥reader letting people know she’s hOT 😤i’m glad that jimin was there to help & that she was safe in the end, i know personally being in a situation like that and being so thankful for friends who look out ❤️

black hair yoongi is BACK, the brother has returned & they both know & have accepted their feelings for each other!!!!! WE ARE IN DEEP 🌊🌊🌊also thank u for keeping us well fed 🤲🏼🤲🏼ilysm!!! will write all the affirmations & support across the fucking sky for you if i have to!!! 🚀🚀you are amazing! my admiration, awe and support grows so much bigger with each update 🦋✨🥺

dalo (3tan) (m) | myg

title: dalo (the week, pt. 2) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: as the week you get with yoongi comes to a close, there’s still a game you get to attend. and a club you reluctantly agree to go to.  warnings: pov switch (just one), cursing, tension, angst, feelings, uncomfortable club touching (arm), overthinking, breast play, one spank, did i say angst?, penetration, protected sex, choking, cowgirl, hitting it from the back, crying, multiple orgasms, is it a warning to say i cried a lot while writing this ?, crowds, alcohol consumption, basketball yoongi a ha ha, the ending, this yoongi in a club is a warning in itself, whomever asked for angst i think you get it here, jimin is a menace wbk note: thank you to @sugakookitty​ once again for being an angel beta and dealing with my many drafts :’)) and to everyone that’s here, whether you’re new or have been here for months, thank you. i’ve never been this invested in a series and it’s largely bc of all of you. all the reviews, comments, messages; the theories, the memes, the ask games. this journey is one i’ll cherish forever and one that i hope people will find even long after i decide that i’m finally done. note 2: saving the rest of my thoughts for the end. see you on the other side<33 mood: dalo mixtape, aquel nap zzzz - rauw alejandro, for tonight - giveon word count: 15k release date: may 17th, 2022, 10:47pm est

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[javierpinme]

ALEXA.

Lifeguard!Din?!

Are you trying to kill me?

Okay, as usual here are some of my faves:

“He lifts your thigh to rest on his waist, groaning wantonly as the heat from your core rests against his cock, shooting enough blood south to make his head spin. You angle your hips, teasing him with a quick grind and slightly smile proudly at the loud moan he releases. You want him, need him closer, and you move your injured leg, no longer irritated from the sting, to wrap around his waist and lock him in. “Ah, ah,” he chides against your mouth, pushing your leg back down. “Keep your foot in the water.” THIS. I have a competency kink and it was SCREAMING at this part. Don’t ask me why his response to her taking her leg out of the bucket made me so fucking hot, but fuck it did. 🔥

“You���re not as shy as you make yourself seem, you know,” he points out while he pulls away to look at your face. “Just takes the right person, is all,” you grin with lust filled eyes.” SO RELATABLE. I wouldn’t be shy either, brown eyes. Damn. There’s just something about lifeguards man especially looking like THAT.

WAIT I FORGOT A PART—

Hopefully you haven’t read this yet because update I’m editing this fucker in:

“Ah, well. The other lifeguards won’t be missing me too much, he thinks to himself as he presses your back flush against the bed.” I NEED A PART TWO, but only if you feel like it. But like, ✨FULL MANIFESTING✨ I need to know what happens because I just know this man fucks. 🥵

You know, I have shit to do today. How am I supposed to be a functioning human when I’ll be thinking about your fic the whole day? How am I supposed to look people in the eye after this? I have no regrets.

Stung (Lifeguard!Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Rating: E

Warnings: Physical pain, language, mentions of past fem masturbation, touching, yearning, thots, heavy makeout session 😏

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: Alright so listen, I was going to write this a long long time ago & chickened out of it but then I saw this week's Writer Wednesday & I knew I had to go for it. This lovely idea comes from this & this between @djarinsbeskar & I about Swimmer!Din last month (thanks babes for the idea of Lifeguard!Din 🥵) & honestly he has haunted me ever since. Also, I know the shack says "No lifeguard on duty", but here he is, on duty & in charge 😂

Thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog & @clydesducktape!!!

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It had been the perfect beach day. A once-in-a-blue moon type of day where you and your girls all happened to have the day off, in the middle of summer, the weather not scorching, but definitely nice enough that you all felt the only way to spend the day was at the beach.

So you all packed up your towels and tanning lotion, along with some flasks disguised as cream bottles filled with everyone’s choice of liquor to mix with the juice bottles in the cooler. It was perfect. The large beach umbrella was set up and each of you laid out your towels right next to each other to lie down on and cook in the sun.

After some drinks, not enough to make you inebriated, but enough to have you feel comfortable getting in the water, you stand and shake the sand off your butt and invite the girls to come with you, only one of whom agreed, leaving the other two to continue working on their tan.

The two of you walk along the shore, laughing and catching up on work stories, and the water just feels so nice, a slight chill, but warm enough that you decide to walk further in, letting the water splash around your shins. You revel in the way the sand squishes under your feet, a slight fascination with Moon Sand coaxing the child in you to sit down and play with it.

“So I heard there’s a really cute lifeguard here,” your friend says as she glances at the closest lifeguard tower, hoping to spot said ‘cute lifeguard’.

“You just can’t take a day off from man hunting, can you?” You joke, kicking the water around you with your foot.

“Please babe, that’s one job I will happily continue for the rest of my-”

You scream. A sharp pain shoots from your ankle, up your calf and thigh, your whole leg seizing up and causing you to fall on your ass, the water around you splashing up to your face. Even through the pain, you get irritated at the salty seawater that manages to hit your lips and enter your mouth, the sour taste not helping your mood.

“Oh my god!”

Your friend yells and carefully steps closer, afraid of what could be lurking where she can’t see beneath the murky water, and she hooks her arms under yours, dragging your body through the sand until you're away from the water. The drag of the sand under your thighs irritates you, but not nearly as much as the sight of the damn jellyfish that stung you being carried away by a wave.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Are you fucking shitting me?!” You yell through the pain, unconcerned of any families and children playing nearby that can hear you.

Your brain zeroes in on the pain, the throbbing and stinging around your foot the only thing you can seem to focus on as tears prick your eyes. Everything around you sounds muffled and you don’t even realize that your friend is speaking. To you or to some concerned passerby, you couldn’t care less.

“Excuse me?” A deep voice breaks through your concentration. “Miss?”

You look up to the man, and even though you’re ready to chop your leg off at this point, you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips at who you see kneeling down next to you. You can’t be serious. Behind his sunglasses, you can see his brow furrowed as he looks your leg over, most likely checking to make sure the tentacles didn’t stick to you.

The cause of your heavy breathing quickly shifts from pain to nervousness. The only other time you’ve been this close to him, he had muttered words with a hidden innuendo in such a gruff, sensuous voice, but now his voice is riddled with concern for your well being.

“I’m gonna have to take you back to the shack, okay? I have everything to help the pain there. Can you stand?”

You don’t have the strength to speak, but your mouth stays gaped open, still marveling at your luck. Good or bad, you have yet to decide. You nod at him and he holds his arms out to you, letting you grip onto him and you plant your good foot in the sand and pull yourself up with his help. Your ass is probably covered in mushy and dry sand, but you get so lost in the way his muscles tense under your palms that you just don’t care. Oh yeah, plus the pain in your foot.

“Can you put any weight on it?” He asks.

You test some pressure, but a bolt of pain shoots through your leg again and you yelp out, unable to stop yourself from falling into his bare chest as you lift your leg up in the air slightly.

“Okay, that answers that,” he softly chuckles. “I’m going to carry you; is that okay?”

You nod again and as he prepares to lift you up bridal style into his arms, you turn to your friend and she mouths ‘That’s him!’ with an amused look on her face, no doubt jealous that she wasn’t the one to get stung. You tell her to go back with the group and let them know what happened and that you’ll be back soon.

The lifeguard carries you the short distance to the vehicle he left parked nearby and he gently sets you down in the seat, careful of your injured foot. He slightly jogs around to the driver’s side and digs in his pocket for the key. As he climbs in and starts the car, you wave at your friend and notice the crowd that had gathered around you during the whole debacle.

As he drives you to the lifeguard shack, where you assume they keep emergency medical supplies, he grabs his walkie talkie and murmurs to the other lifeguards about the jellyfish and to put out a warning to the other swimmers. He quickly parks, rushing to your side to help you. You carefully swing your foot out of the car, the sea breeze brushing the affected area and making you wince as it stings again.

He carries you inside the shack, your bare, heated skin sliding against his own, the sunscreen you both had dutifully applied making you slick between each other. The muscles in his shoulders tense up as he lifts you up the stairs and you have an overwhelming urge to massage them for him. It’s the least you could do after all this work he’s putting in.

Once inside, he sets you down on the small medical bed resting along the wall and, after making sure you’re comfortable, he removes his sunglasses and turns to gather everything he needs to treat you, returning to your side with a bucket of water, a can of...something you can’t quite tell what at the moment, and a large gallon of another liquid.

“Okay, this is seawater, I’m gonna go ahead and stick your foot in it,” he says as he looks at you.

You can’t bring yourself to do anything else but nod, the deep pools of brown in his eyes drawing you in, but once he sees you agree with his procedure he shifts his gaze back down to your foot, placing the orange bucket on a stool to reach your foot better and carefully lifting your leg up and into the water. It slightly burns and you suck air through your teeth, causing him to look up at you, gauging exactly how much pain you’re in by the look on your face.

“I need to put shaving cream on it and scrape it off with a card. It might hurt, but it’ll help the pain.”

He pours more water on your ankle to rinse it, then lifts it out of the bucket, pulling his small chair closer to let your leg rest on his thigh. He grabs the can – that you now know is shaving cream – and pops the lid off, pressing the nozzle until the white foam spurts out onto your ankle.

He spreads it around carefully, muttering apologies as you wince. After a few minutes, he grabs an old hotel key card – which you wonder exactly how he came into possession of – and he scrapes the shaving cream off your skin, like he’s shaving it. It feels irritating and you jerk your leg a few times at the pain.

“Sorry,” he frowns. “I’m going to pour vinegar on it now. It’ll help stop the burn and release any toxins that might be lingering.”

“Vinegar? I’ll smell like a pickle,” you snort at your own joke. He releases a breathy chuckle through his nose, no doubt just so you don’t feel bad.

He rests your leg back over the bucket to catch the liquid as it runs down your ankle and, thankfully, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as before. Once he’s done with this step, he has you reposition yourself on the bed so your leg can rest up higher.

He takes the bucket away, setting it to the side for the time being, and then grabs a new bucket, taking it over to a spout in the wall and he opens the faucet, checking the temperature before filling the bucket.

You watch him, still in complete disbelief that one, you got stung by a damn jellyfish, and two, that the ‘hot lifeguard’ your friend mentioned just so happens to be the hot swimmer you caught at the end of his workout a couple of weeks ago.

It’s all yours.

His words haunted you that night and every night since, in the comfort of your shower or bed as you let your fingers roam along your body, imagining his chiseled, yet soft form above you, failing at mimicking what you think his thick fingers would feel like instead of your own.

Your heart skips as he walks to you again, carrying the bucket of water like it’s as light as a pillow, and your eyes rake over his tan body, glimmering with sunscreen and sweat, gazing down to his lower half. You saw the shape of him beneath his spandex swim trunks, and his red lifeguard shorts do nothing to derail the illusion.

“Here,” he coaxes, pulling you from your train of thought and you shift your body to let your leg dangle off the side again. “Now you just need to let it soak for about twenty minutes,” he pulls out an old kitchen timer, turning the dial for twenty minutes and setting it off to the side on a nearby table.

“Okay,” you reply softly. “Th-thanks for this.”

“Just doing my job, miss,” he flashes a crooked smile, a faint dimple appearing in his cheek and you have a quick thought to run your tongue over it.

You nod again and let your head hang, letting the warmth of the water soothe your ankle while you twiddle your fingers in your lap. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re practically naked, regretting the lack of consciousness to grab your coverup before coming here.

He had seen you in your swimsuit already, but that was the one piece you keep handy for your workouts. Now you’re wearing a two piece you’ve reserved for the beach, feeling confident enough to wear it now after your workouts in the pool. He doesn’t seem to notice or care, not having put on a shirt himself.

“You won’t be able to workout at the pool for a while,” he says suddenly and your head snaps up to meet his gaze. So he did recognize me. “The chlorine, it won’t be good for it,” he says and points to your leg.

You sputter, unsure of exactly what you could or should say. He remembered you from the one time you saw each other and that sends a chill down your spine, a thrill coursing through you and making you forget all about the dull throbbing in your leg.

“I uh… I wasn’t sure if you recognized me,” you say softly.

“But you recognized me?” He smirks cockily and heat flushes your face. “Of course I recognized you.”

“What does that mean?” You ask curiously. Your breath hitches as he steps closer to you, slow and cautious in his movements.

“It means…” He stands by your side now. “That I never forget a face. Especially one as beautiful as yours.”

You swallow thickly; he thinks I’m beautiful? Your breathing quickens along with your pulse, your mouth slightly gaped open, and you sit straighter as you look up at him. He licks his lips as he stares at yours, but you can’t bring yourself to pull your gaze from his eyes, once again hypnotized by the mahogany hue, nearly black now from the way his pupils have blown wide.

“Can I kiss you, pretty?” He whispers as he runs the backs of his fingers along your arm, smirking some when you shiver under his touch.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly as you nod.

He instantly leans down and captures your mouth with his plush lips and you sigh contentedly, fighting the giggle that wants to surface from his mustache tickling your lip. He bases his moves off of your reactions, waiting for you to show further interest before deepening the kiss or backing away, but when you lift your shaky hands to grab the strong column of his neck, he takes that as your approval and grabs your waist in one of his large hands, the other grazing up along your spine until it meets the back of your head.

You open your mouth slightly, inviting him in which he gladly accepts, letting his tongue jut out to tangle with yours. You whimper; the overwhelming power of his kiss certainly would have made your knees weak and you thank the comfort of the bed underneath you for preventing you from falling to the floor.

You shift your leg to the side, moving one hand to his side and pulling him to rest between your legs. He moans, grabbing the creases of your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, closer into his body. His hardening cock beneath his swim shorts jabs into your belly and your desire for him begins to pool in your bottoms, cunt throbbing and fluttering as you imagine the large girth you know that rests beneath stretching you.

He lifts your thigh to rest on his waist, groaning wantonly as the heat from your core rests against his cock, shooting enough blood south to make his head spin. You angle your hips, teasing him with a quick grind and slightly smile proudly at the loud moan he releases. You want him, need him closer, and you move your injured leg, no longer irritated from the sting, to wrap around his waist and lock him in.

“Ah, ah,” he chides against your mouth, pushing your leg back down. “Keep your foot in the water.”

“But I-”

“No ‘buts’, I still have to follow my job and make sure you’re okay.”

You grumble, ready to speak in defense of how your foot feels better, but he presses his lips to yours again and any words you thought of saying vanish from your brain, getting lost in the way his mouth slots against yours perfectly. How is he such a good kisser? He squeezes your thigh, assumingly to keep it in position so you don’t try to lift it out of the water again, but it doesn’t hinder you from rutting your hips against his again. And again.

He moans, hesitating to meet your pace, the brain in his cock screaming at him to rip your bottoms down and take you here and now, but the brain in his head reminding him of his surroundings. You catch on to his hesitancy and find the courage to make that move between you, reaching for the strings of his shorts to loosen them and running your knuckles ‘accidentally’ over his hard cock. He groans and grabs your wrists, preventing you from continuing.

“I can’t. Not here. I’m still technically on duty,” he pants.

“I’d say you’re doing a wonderful job making sure I’m all better,” you say and he grins, showing off that dimple and you give in to your desire from before, leaning forward to lick and kiss the small dip in his skin. “I’ll tell your supervisor that you went above and beyond to take care of me.”

You place a hand on his stubbled cheek to keep him in place while you begin ravaging his neck. He tastes of sunscreen with a hint of salt, both from sweat and the sea, but it’s an intoxicating flavor coming from him and you can’t get enough. He wraps his arms tighter around your back, leaving you space and allowing you to pleasure him this way.

“Not today, pretty. Another time,” he mutters, finding it difficult to focus when you’re running your lips and teeth along his neck. You move your mouth to his earlobe and bite down gently.

“Pity,” you say sensuously and you smirk at the way his cock jumps against you.

“You’re not as shy as you make yourself seem, you know,” he points out while he pulls away to look at your face.

“Just takes the right person, is all,” you grin with lust filled eyes.

He breathes out in shock and pleasure, leaning forward to press your lips together again. You shove your hands through his brown locks, soft and curly from the sea air, and he moans loudly into your mouth as you tug softly, using your fingernails to gently scrape his scalp.

He lets his hands roam along your bare torso, across your ribcage and just under your breast, letting the weight of it rest in the crook of his thumb and forefinger. He moves his mouth to your neck now, nipping your pulse point, licking and kissing soon after to alleviate the sting.

He runs his thumb teasingly across your breast, stopping to circle the hardened nub of your nipple over the polyester of your swim top. He smirks as you keen into his body, placing your hand on his ass to bring his hips as close as possible to your heated center for any sort of relief. Time seems to slow down and speed up and stop completely all at once, but before you know it, the shrill ringing of the timer he set pulls you both from your passionate session.

“Time’s up, pretty,” he pants into your ear as he rests his cheek against your temple.

He chuckles at your groan of disappointment, placing a quick kiss to your lips before separating your bodies completely, readjusting his impossibly hard cock in his shorts before taking a seat back onto his small chair. He pulls your leg out of the bucket to examine it, the site of the sting still a little puffy and red, but the appearance of it looks a lot better than it had before. You glance down at the lashes of red along your skin from the jelly’s tentacles, but thankfully it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore.

“How does it feel?” He looks up at you, lips swollen pink and cheeks and nose flushed.

“Much better. Thank you,” you smile and reach your hand out to him.

He half grins and removes the bucket to let your leg hang and air dry, meeting your open embrace and grabbing your head in his hands to pull your lips back to his. He kisses you deeply for a moment, but before he can lose himself once again, he backs away and grabs a bottle of aloe vera from one of the drawers next to him, returning his attention to your foot and applying the cool gel to your leg in a thin layer.

His fingers work expertly and proficiently to soothe your pain and you feel your heart in your throat at the gesture. Sure, he’s probably done this for lots of other people, but you allow yourself to believe he’s only being this gentle and caring for you.

“There,” he says, closing the cap of the bottle and putting it down, grabbing a rag to wipe his fingers of remaining gel. “You should probably head home now, being exposed to the sun won’t help it. If you start feeling it hurting again, you can soak it in warm water or use a cold pack. If you notice it swelling up really bad or it gets really painful, you gotta go to the ER.”

“Yes doctor,” you smirk and he snorts a laugh.

“Not by a long shot. I’m just telling you what they told me,” he stands from his chair again and slots himself back between your legs, caressing your face in his hands. “By the way… What’s your name?” You laugh as you realize you just had a full blown make-out session with a man whose name you don’t even know. You comply, officially introducing yourself to your savior.

“Yours?” You ask.

“Din. My name’s Din.”

“Din,” you repeat; one syllable has never sounded so beautiful to you before. “My knight in shining armor.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you once more. Twice more. Three times until, finally, letting himself get lost in the moment with you again. Ah, well. The other lifeguards won’t be missing me too much, he thinks to himself as he presses your back flush against the bed.

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[pomegranatearildreams]

My heart melted at this beautiful fic 🥲😍💘

Every fic in this KutteVerse has shown how they love each other immensely, but this fic especially got across to me how deep and never ending their love is and forever will be 🥲 Your lines are works of art and poetry and I’m just in amazement at how you show us their strong feelings with your wonderful words 😍

As his princess, forever, with stars in the heavens to witness, as he made a promise to spend every day of his life loving you more and better

Of all the wives on earth you’ve really won the biggest and most gorgeous fucking prize

Stars in the sky could never hope to fly so high.

He floods your hole and fills your soul, splitting you open wide, in ways that make you whole. Like he was put on earth to love you and to fill no other role. Your love is honestly the only road he ever needs to ride.

He says it basking in the warm glow of your loving. Just the one thing that means everything. Every moment he spends loving you is infinite—every minute—every second lasts forever

I am in awe of the Y/N you’ve created in the KutteVerse because she’s the most perfect fit for Jax, and of how their dynamic and understanding of and between each other is so mind blowingly strong 🥲

I love how we were reminded in this fic that reader is Jax’s wife that he treasures so dearly but at the same time is his filthy lil slut 😋 The love and lust they’re always feeling for each other was clear to see in this 🔥 That newly wed sex was deliciously divine 🤤🥵

There is no surface on earth where he can’t pound his little slut into submission. 🤤

he makes more room on this surface for his pretty little whore. 🥰

his lawfully wedded whore. 🥰💘

“My fucking wife,” he growls the word. 🔥

And now that you’re Mrs. Teller, you’re already so much wetter than you’ve ever been before. 🔥

Sex just hits different now you’re finally his bride. As if the promise of forever opened up a new dimension of pure pleasure where he makes his home inside. 😍🥰💘💓

Not even caring that the laughter hurts when his thick shaft just shattered you in half. Pain is a small price for the greatest fuck and greatest love that anyone could have. 🥵😍

“Don’t worry, bitch,”

I find it so hot and adorable how he calls her his bitch in such a loving and devilishly teasing way 😍🔥

And oh god the foreshadowing under all the layers of sweet happy wedded fluff brought tears of pain to my eyes 😭 (you know which lines I’m talkin’ ‘bout 🥺😢)

But putting aside the reminder of how their love is destined to end 😭, staying in their happy wedding day 🥲 the ring-pop on top of the cake was such a cuuuuute gesture 😭😭😭 Oh man a reminder of their teenage love and the sweet KutteVerse fics of them in that blissful summer 🥲

I’m just so in love with this KutteVerse and I adore the Y/N that you’ve crafted and how she works so well with Jax 🤩. The way you’ve built the love story between them and shown us more and more of their feelings for each other and developing dynamic in each fic is spectacular 🤩. I really don’t know the words to get across how exceptional of a job I think you’ve done in creating and writing the relationship between the two in this KutteVerse, so all I can do is leave a visual representation of me in amazement and awe reading your fics in this wonderful series 😍

Kutte the Cake

A/N: Here’s a short and sweet fluffy smutty little fic about you and Jax tying the knot 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨This is set in the KutteVerse AU but can also be read as a one shot! This fic also fills the below request that I got (like ages ago, but better late than never you know? 🙃)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex Request: anon request for slutty wedding sex

Word Count: ~1.9k

“I do.”

“I do.”

Other words have been said on this day—just a few—but they all fade away. Hearts swept up in the vows that you’d made years ago and have finally chosen to say, though for over a decade they’ve always been true.

I do. Nods and smiles at you. God, his eyes are so blue. All the heavens above, ain’t got shit on the skies in his eyes as they shine full of heaven-sent love. Love that may well be hell-bent on ruining you. But now that the dream is at last brought to life… two of you man and wife… you’ll just ride out the tide, of your time by his side, for as long as it’s meant to continue.

You’ll always remember, when you first considered yourself Mrs. Teller. Just a month after you and Jax first got together—fresh out of high school, so giddy in love like a couple of fools, making trouble all summer and breaking a million rules—he had popped the question with a ring pop he bought from a candy dispenser. All the stars had told him that your love was forever; he was just the messenger. 

The crown prince of Charming had made love to you on that hot summer night rough and fast, slow and tender. A love made to last, past the cut of the reaper patched onto his leather. Wrapped you up in nothing but his kutte. Sealed your fate as his slut. As his princess, forever, with stars in the heavens to witness, as he made a promise to spend every day of his life loving you more and better.

Eleven years later—through all of the tears you’ve both wept, even through all the years spent apart since you left… still that promise has always been kept.

You’ve been swept off your feet by Jax Teller in every damn way that a girl can be swept.

As he finally slides the bright wedding ring onto your finger, those blue eyes search yours for a moment and linger, piercing to a whole other core of your soul that had never existed until he first charted that depth. He’s the reason for your every breath. He’s the reason you live and you’ll love him to death.

No one till Jax had ever been so deep inside. No one else ever will. Any love that cuts so deep is destined to kill. Cuts your heart and your soul—not to mention your holes—open wide. All the pieces of Jax fucking swallow you whole; from the moment you met him you’d already died.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Yeah, damn right. 

Here at the altar Jax’s smile makes it clear that he has no patience to wait, to consummate this marriage that’s eleven years too late. Kiss makes it crystal clear he’s gonna fuck you long before the wedding night.

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[diegos-butt]

Aoshebaiwbs 😱😱😱😱😱

Okay first of all:

I have some one shots planned for them already.

Fuck yes 😍😍😍 take your time tho!!!

Now, onto my thoughts. I forgot how to think or breathe after this chapter but let’s see 😂

She was his, body and soul, and if he really wanted her, she wouldn’t hesitate any longer.

I love the explanation of why she changed her mind!! And also, I’m proud of her for not hesitating anymore and just go for what she wants ❤️

“Will you go on a date with me when this mess of a trip is over?”

Hell to the fucking yes!!!!!

He answered with a beaming smile, his eyes shining brighter than they had ever done before. And suddenly she could feel his fingers glide between hers before he brought their joined hands to rest on his chest. His heart beat violently underneath the back of her hand and for a second she feared it was trying to break free from its cage.

THEY ARE SO CUTE. SIMPING HARD FOR EACH OTHER

“I would also like to ask another question.” She needed a moment to gather some courage. “Can we maybe do that kissing thing again? I kind of liked that.”

This is so adorable omg

“Kissing, eh? Tell me, where do you want me to kiss you?” Slowly he lifted her hand to his lips, making her watch as he pressed them softly against the inside of her wrist. “Here?”

This and the whole build up to the kiss?! You destroyed me 🤯 damn that was hot as fuck 🔥

Well, if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad… And so her fingers dove into his lush curls, half pulling him down, half pushing herself up, until she could finally feel the silky smooth, pink pillows on hers.

YES GIRL YES TAKE WHAT YOU FUCKING NEED

“Shame, because I actually love teasing you.” He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.

The teasing..... I am a slut for teasing 🤤😍

And as soon as she had succeeded in creating enough room, her fingers slipped into the still narrow opening to rake through his chest hair. She had been wanting to do that ever since he had strutted around the room half-naked, and now that her chance had finally come, she couldn’t tame her own desire any longer.

FUCK. I would totally do the same. His chest hair is teasing us all so much is it almost a crime. No, it’s a fucking crime

And his answer came promptly, when, without a warning, she could feel his hand on her thigh, moving up with a sure touch to vanish underneath the hem of her dress. He had almost reached her opulent behind, eager to dig his fingers into the supple flesh, when a knock on the door made his hand freeze on the spot.

We went from 🤤🥵😍 to 😱😩

“This better be important,” Henry growled

It better be indeed

“He wanted to hand in his phone for the night since we forgot to collect them.”

This is cute tho hahaha

He growled lowly in the back of his throat upon what she had just called him and in an instant he closed the distance between them.

His arms wrapping around her back, he pulled her into his chest, but instead of earning a lustful moan, he made her hiss in pain as his hand pressed down on her sunburned skin.

Getting sunburned is so relatable lol. About to go on holiday tomorrow, so let’s pray it won’t happen to me. Or better, pray for a Henry look a like to be there who applies sunscreen on my back 🤔

She could feel his watchful eyes on her and she was pretty sure that she would find the smuggest smile on his lips if only she could have found it in herself to tear her eyes away from the spectacle that played out a little south of his face.

Honey no one can blame you. If this happened in front of me I would also not be able to tear my eyes away

“How about I help you out by letting you go on top tonight?”

Let’s ride that man bby HIYA

“putting even the Venus of Milo in the shade with those sinful curves.

AND THEN HE SAYS THIS. IS THIS MAN EVEN REAL. CAN HE BE REAL.

He makes her feel so beautiful and pretty 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Oh, Mr Cavill, if you think that was teasing already then you’re gonna be in for a very pleasant surprise.”

AND THEN SHE DOES THIS?!?! Damn woman 🥵🔥👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

And just when he seemed to decide for the latter, she took his hand in hers, giving her silent permission to do as he pleased by guiding it into her hair. Not hesitating for a second, he lead her deeper, his head sinking back against the headboard with a snarl as he hit the back of her throat.

🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥

“You need to keep it down, Henry,” she whispered against his lips, her trembling voice making it more than obvious how much she had to hold back herself. “If you don’t, the students will tease us for the rest of our lives.”

And omg Henry being loud..... I can’t deal with this good lord

This smut is so good damn 👏🏼 I applaud you for this damn!!!!!!’

And the morning scene 🥺🥺 adorable and sexy !!!

I am so glad you have planned some one shots!!! I can’t say goodbye to these to now! But do take your time!! No need to rush or anything 😘

One last question: did the students indeed heard them? 👀

Thank you for such an amazing story!! I love every single part of it 💖💖💖

Good night, Mr Cavill

Part 10 - Good morning, Mr Cavill

07/01/2021

Pairing: teacher!Henry Cavill x plus-size teacher!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 5,748

Warnings: rpf, language, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, fluff

Summary: After the rather eventful visit to the club, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Cavill are about to face the last night of their trip together.

A/N: Well, this is it, I guess. At least for now we have to say goodbye to Mr Cavill and Miss Y/L/N. But don't worry, I made sure it will be a proper goodbye. 😈 And don't be too sad, please. I have some one shots planned for them already. I'm not sure when I get to write them though because 'Worship' is on my agenda first and that might take some time since I want to do it justice. On the other hand, knowing myself and all the love I hold for Teacher Henry, it probably won’t take too long. 😉

So, let me thank you now for your patience and your willingness to stick with me through this whole series. I enjoyed writing it more than I can possibly say and I simply adored all your comments and reactions. Seeing you become so invested in this story means everything to me and kept me going in times when the words just wouldn't flow.

And the biggest thanks goes out to my lovely @ashesofblackroses again because I cannot stress enough how important you were for the evolution of this story. You're the best. 🐻❤️

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The door hadn’t even fallen shut behind her yet, but she didn’t care. Sluggishly she trudged over to the bed, sending her shoes flying through the room as she kicked them off on her way. With a thud, her bottom hit the mattress and she could feel the tension finally leave her body when she let herself sink down onto the cool cotton sheets.

She hissed as the soft fabric of her dress made contact with her lower back, the throbbing pain reminding her of the angry, hot skin that she had carefully hidden underneath, but she was too exhausted to care. A frustrated grunt echoed through the room when she checked her watch before she stretched her arms above her head. It was way past midnight already, just as she had expected.

Henry still hadn’t returned from the interviews with the police. He had insisted that he would stay with Steven and the other students who had witnessed the events so that she could go upstairs and take care of the remaining children. And so she had seen them all to their rooms, stayed with some of them for a while who were still a bit shaken by the events of the night until she was convinced they would be able to sleep.

Although she had witnessed everything first hand, it continued to remain a little hard to believe what a turn this evening had taken. Especially as it had started out so promisingly. After her almost meltdown at the beach, she had sworn to herself to get her act together and end this school trip with all the dignity she could muster. If he wanted to keep things friendly between them, she would try her best to meet his desire. But then he had taken her hand and when that darn song had come on, something had just broken loose inside of her.

It was also partly his fault really, especially the fault of that dark blue peril of a plaid shirt that hugged his torso as if it had been made solely to drive her insane. And as if the two open buttons that revealed a puff of his rich chest hair hadn’t been enough, she had been condemned to stare at his wide shoulders that seemed to form an impossibly delicious triangle with his hips as he had dragged her through the sweltering heat in that hellhole of a club, giving her all sorts of ideas about how she would peel it off of him if he’d let her.

She could feel a feverish wave of desire roll through her and settle deep in her core while the memory of their bodies pressed together in a touch of passion on the dance floor resurfaced. She could still feel his possessive grip on her hips, pulling her back against him and what she had sensed through the thick fabric of his jeans had told her unmistakably that, no matter what he had said at the beach, what he wanted from her was a little more than friendship. A moan fell from her lips when she realised that it was hopeless to deny it any further. She was his, body and soul, and if he really wanted her, she wouldn’t hesitate any longer.

Through the half open door, her ears picked up the faint steps of a man that seemed to be equally exhausted as herself, dragging his feet tiredly across the carpet. Somehow she couldn’t muster the strength to look up, but from the noise that reached her ears he closed the door behind himself, slipped out of his shoes and walked over towards her. The dip of the mattress proved her right, and with a deep sound of satisfaction he came to rest next to her.

“Are they finally gone?” she asked without bothering to tear her eyes away from the ceiling.

“They are. The students are back in their rooms, hopefully keeping a low profile for the rest of the night. It seems Steven really had more luck than sense tonight. They most likely won’t take further action because he was so cooperative.”

She sighed. “Hm. Let’s hope he learned his lesson anyway.”

“Yeah.”

A tired silence settled over the room, and it would have been so easy to give in and let it lull her to sleep, but there was something she needed to do first, a matter so pressing that it couldn’t wait until morning. And so she gathered all the courage she could muster to break the silence.

“I know you’re tired and you’ve probably answered enough questions for the rest of the year, but can I ask you one more?”

“Sure, I guess one more won’t hurt,” he gave his permission freely, totally unsuspecting.

“Well, um, this morning some of the girls told me that you seemed to be very interested in finding out more about me.”

“You’re aware that technically that’s not a question.”

“I know, I know,” she couldn’t help but giggle a little. Idiot. “The question is, why didn’t you ask me all those questions?”

From the corner of her eye she could see him shrug. “Didn’t want to seem nosy.”

His words made her head turn towards him and she found him staring up at the ceiling just like she had done. “You wouldn’t have. And more importantly, I would have liked to be the one to answer every single one of them for you.”

His head shot around, eyes finding hers and holding on to them for what seemed like an eternity. “Can I ask one now?”

There was something in his eyes that she had seen before when he had talked to her about their kiss this morning and she couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that began to rise from the pit of her stomach. But to her surprise, she felt herself nod anyway.

“Will you go on a date with me when this mess of a trip is over?”

There was silence for a moment. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she needed some time to repeat the scene in her head. And when it played for the fourth time, she finally allowed herself to believe that he had actually said what she thought she had heard.

“I would love to.”

He answered with a beaming smile, his eyes shining brighter than they had ever done before. And suddenly she could feel his fingers glide between hers before he brought their joined hands to rest on his chest. His heart beat violently underneath the back of her hand and for a second she feared it was trying to break free from its cage.

“I would also like to ask another question.” She needed a moment to gather some courage. “Can we maybe do that kissing thing again? I kind of liked that.”

His smile grew an impossible inch wider, making her feel as if she was sitting in a pot of boiling water. Propping himself up on his elbow, he smirked down at her face.

“Kissing, eh? Tell me, where do you want me to kiss you?” Slowly he lifted her hand to his lips, making her watch as he pressed them softly against the inside of her wrist. “Here?”

“No.”

“Then maybe here?” His face came closer and her eyes fell shut in anticipation to finally feel his mouth upon hers again, but instead she could only feel a slight tingle in her brow as his lips brushed across it.

“No,” she chuckled when her eyes flew open again.

“Hm. You’re really picky when it comes to kisses, aren’t you?” His eyebrows knit together in fake indignation, coaxing another chuckle from her chest. “Now, let’s see. How about here?”

Her heart sped up again as his face drew closer. This was it now, she could feel it, his lips mere inches away from her own, his breath already mingling with hers, when he turned his head last minute and dove down into the crook of her neck. She gasped in surprise, her free hand digging into his biceps as another powerful wave of desire pulsed through her the moment his lips found her pulse point. Encouraged by her sensual reaction, he took his time, sucking and biting the soft flesh until she couldn’t hold back the heady moan any longer that had been dying to break free.

“Mmmmmh,” she sighed as he finally drew away. “But no, this is also not where I want you to kiss me. Keep that spot in mind though, maybe you want to come back to it again later.”

A deep chuckle rolled from his chest, his eyes sparkling with a silent promise when they came to rest on her lips.

“Very well. That makes me wonder if maybe - ”

“Yes?” she whispered hoarsely, his lips now so close to hers that she couldn’t think clearly anymore.

“Maybe here?” Cupping her cheek with his large hand, his thumb drifted lazily across the exact spot where she wanted to feel his lips right now. Well, if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad… And so her fingers dove into his lush curls, half pulling him down, half pushing herself up, until she could finally feel the silky smooth, pink pillows on hers.

Their eyes fell shut as they gave themselves over to the sensation. It felt like magic, just as it had the first time they had wordlessly exchanged the confessions of their shared affection down at the beach. But this time it was him who moaned against her lips, the vibration rolling temptingly over her tongue all the way down into the depths of her core where it nourished the fire he had sparked a long while ago.

But all too soon his movements slowed and when he finally lifted his lips off of hers, a loud whine of frustration rose from her heaving chest.

“Wait. Don’t pull away. Not yet.”

Her hands fisted into his shirt, she held him close before he could retreat any further. But he just looked down at her, eyes wide with mock surprise.

“Oh, do you want more? You really are a naughty little teacher, aren’t you?”

She rolled her eyes at him, pulling him closer. “Stop teasing me and start kissing me again.”

“Shame, because I actually love teasing you.” He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.

“I know. How could I not, after you have apparently made it your number one task to stir me up over the last three days?”

Slowly he came closer, his lips already ghosting over hers as he whispered, “And did it work?”

“Hell yeah.”

And when his lips crashed down on hers again, she engaged him in a frantic mess of tongues and teeth and moans while her fingers set out to wrestle with the buttons of his shirt. And as soon as she had succeeded in creating enough room, her fingers slipped into the still narrow opening to rake through his chest hair. She had been wanting to do that ever since he had strutted around the room half-naked, and now that her chance had finally come, she couldn’t tame her own desire any longer. Shamelessly she moaned into his mouth when the pads of her fingers finally found the rich fur.

And his answer came promptly, when, without a warning, she could feel his hand on her thigh, moving up with a sure touch to vanish underneath the hem of her dress. He had almost reached her opulent behind, eager to dig his fingers into the supple flesh, when a knock on the door made his hand freeze on the spot.

For a second nobody moved, keeping quiet as if they hoped the intruder would just vanish if they didn’t make a sound. But a second knock shattered all their hopes for some interrupted alone time.

“This better be important,” Henry growled as he pushed himself off of the bed and she had just managed to sit up and make herself decent when he yanked open the door to reveal a very contrite Steven. The boy was whispering, making it impossible for her to understand a word, and Henry shot her an apologetic look before he stepped outside for a moment.

Immediately, a flush of uneasiness settled in her stomach, making her get up and take a few steps towards the door, ready to deal with whatever those little rascals chose to throw at her now. But instead, Henry pushed through the door again, an annoyed look on his face.

“What did he want?”

His right eyebrow shot up suggestively. “To avoid more trouble.” And when he realised that she couldn’t make sense of his cryptic words, he added with a sigh, “He wanted to hand in his phone for the night since we forgot to collect them.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her eyes only snapping back open when she heard the treacherous clicking of the lock.

“I swear if one more of those little monsters shows up here tonight, I’m gonna call their parents to fetch them immediately. Bloody kids have been cockblocking us since the beginning,” he grumbled, his forehead wrinkling in frustration and she couldn’t hold back a gleeful snicker.

“Why Mr Cavill, I didn’t know you could be so unforgiving.”

He growled lowly in the back of his throat upon what she had just called him and in an instant he closed the distance between them.

“Now where were we, Miss Y/L/N?”

His arms wrapping around her back, he pulled her into his chest, but instead of earning a lustful moan, he made her hiss in pain as his hand pressed down on her sunburned skin.

“What is it? What did I do?” His voice sounded just as pained as she felt when he loosened his grip and took a step back.

“It’s more what you didn’t do.” She shot him a crooked smile, but that didn’t really seem to ease his tension.

“Huh?”

Gently her hands glided over his chest to soothe his troubled mind and she could already feel him relax under her tender touch.

“At the beach this morning. Remember that I refused to let you apply the sunscreen?”

And finally he seemed to understand, the wrinkles on his forehead vanishing upon the realisation. Carefully he brought his fingers back to her dress, making sure that the fabric didn’t touch her irritated skin as he pulled down the zipper. And even without laying a finger upon her, he could feel the churning heat radiating off her back.

“Jesus, love, you really should have let me help you out with that.” But then an idea seemed to cross his mind, she could tell from the mischievous spark that lit up his eyes. “Will you at least let me help you out now?”

“What? How?”

He didn’t need a single word to make her understand, rather choosing to shoot her a wink that made her walls clench violently around agonising nothingness. Thankfully he took her hand since she suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore that her legs would continue to carry her much longer. Walking backwards, he led her over to the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on her like a predator that had caught sight of his prey. She almost wanted to protest when he let go of her hand, but when she saw that he needed it to resume the task she hadn’t finished earlier, she bit her tongue. Like the teasing troublemaker he was, he took his time as he leisurely flicked open one button after the other, baring his immaculate abs to her hungry stare. She could feel his watchful eyes on her and she was pretty sure that she would find the smuggest smile on his lips if only she could have found it in herself to tear her eyes away from the spectacle that played out a little south of his face.

All she wanted to do was touch him, run her fingers over every inch of his skin, feel the rippling of his muscles underneath her fingertips and yet she found herself petrified in the face of all this godlike glory. Slowly his shirt fell from his shoulders, pooling around his feet and when her eyes wandered up again, her breath hitched hysterically in her throat. His fingers had closed around the dark leather of his belt by now, teasingly unbuckling it before he made short work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

She had allowed herself to blink, only once, but when her eyelids lifted, she found him in nothing but another pair of outrageously tight boxer-briefs, tipping her already dizzy mind over the edge. Like a faint memory she remembered that she had wanted to say something, but before the words could resurface from the depths of her troubled brain, his hands cupped her cheeks again and pulled her in for a searing kiss.

With a gasp, he parted from her, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips as a little encore before he let himself sink down onto the bed. His back finally resting against the headboard, he offered her his hand.

“How about I help you out by letting you go on top tonight?”

“I…I,” she stammered half-heartedly, “I don’t think we should - ”

“Oh yes, we definitely should.”

And with that he grabbed her hand, tugging her forward and next thing she knew, she found herself on top of his lap, his bulge pressing into her promisingly and she could feel the last resistance melt away.

“There you go,” he smirked as her hips pointedly rolled over his on their own accord. “Now let’s get rid of this annoying dress, shall we?”

And he hadn’t even finished his sentence when she could feel his hands tighten around the hem to pull the dress up above her head.

“Gosh, look at you,” he moaned, his lips pressing a fervent kiss into the valley of her breasts, right next to her heart, the place where he hoped to live from now on, “putting even the Venus of Milo in the shade with those sinful curves. I can’t believe Mosley thought I wouldn’t fall for you.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Guess the jokes on him now. Although he will probably fire me when he finds out about this.”

“I’d like to see him try,” he threatened lowly while he made it his task to free her breasts from their restraining prison and when he finally succeeded, he forgot to breathe for a moment. “Can’t believe you hid these two from me during the entire trip.”

A giggle was about to fall from her lips when she wanted to tell him that she hadn’t been able to hide them ever since they had started growing, just as he pulled her closer, his lips closing around one of her buds, mouth pressing down into the peerless softness, and banished the puny rest of her sanity from her mind.

With a sound lewd beyond comparison, her head tipped back from the pleasure his lips and the sudden pressure between her legs promised. She couldn’t help it, his eager licking and sucking and massaging too much for her senses to handle, forcing her hips to roll over his hardened length in the hope of release.

Eliciting a dark growl, he broke away, looking up at her with a defiant grin. “Now who’s being a tease?”

But instead of a flustered expression, her eyebrow shot up in a silent challenge, the corner of her mouth following its movement. “Oh, Mr Cavill, if you think that was teasing already then you’re gonna be in for a very pleasant surprise.”

For a second he feared she might pull away, but when his clouded mind realised what she was up to, he couldn’t believe his luck. Kisses as soft as the stroke of a butterfly’s wings trailed down his chest, so light that he might have questioned their existence altogether if his eyes weren’t hypnotised by her every move. She held his gaze while she drifted south, her fingertips following her lips down his stomach and just as her mouth reached the prominent trail of hair that vanished underneath the hem of his briefs, her fingers hooked into the dark fabric, sending a violent shiver down his spine. He could feel the hunger for her spiral into infinity as he watched her peel the obstructive piece of clothing away, her eyes lighting up with carnal desire as his hardened member sprang free. Eagerly she licked her lips and he couldn’t wait to feel her tongue glide over his length instead.

But her fingers found him first, enclosing him with an agonising pressure. Slowly she pumped him, tightening her grip, then loosening it again, on and on, until the shine of a creamy pearl of pre-cum caught her eye. Her thumb gliding carefully over the head of his cock to spread the precious bead, she took her time, watching him intently while she worked him. To her great disapproval, he didn’t make a sound, but the heavy rise and fall of his chest gave him away. She could see that he wanted to say something, and yet it took him another moment before he drew in a sharp breath through his nose and finally spoke up.

“Please,” he whined desperately, trying so hard to gain her mercy, but all he got was a wolfish smirk.

“Please what?” And to emphasise her demand to voice his need, the pad of her thumb drew another pointed circle across his tip.

“Please,” it took him a second to compose himself, “let me feel your lips around me, love.”

He was so pretty when he begged and the shimmer of desperation in his eyes made it impossible for her to let him wait any longer, forcing a deep grunt to roll over his full lips as she obeyed his wish. Taking him down even deeper, a strained breath rose from his chest. He was already rock hard and she couldn’t help but moan from the sensation his velvety smooth dick left on her tongue. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, a wave of pride washed through her as his face clearly couldn’t hide the effect her mouth had on him.

His eyes glued to hers, it was unmistakable that he was fighting a battle with himself, undecided whether he should give in to his lust and take control to fuck himself with her pretty little mouth, or give himself over to her completely. And just when he seemed to decide for the latter, she took his hand in hers, giving her silent permission to do as he pleased by guiding it into her hair. Not hesitating for a second, he lead her deeper, his head sinking back against the headboard with a snarl as he hit the back of her throat.

His primal sound still echoing inside of her, everything became secondary to her urge for pleasing him. Her pussy was already dripping with anticipation, soaking her panties in no time, her desire only fuelled further by the sheer feel of his big hands guiding her, making his thick cock slide in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm.

His chest was practically heaving by now, his noisy breaths mixing with heady groans and grunts that grew louder with every bob of her head. Too loud, considering where they were and so she had no choice but to pull away. Reluctant of letting go, she gave his shaft one last thorough lick, the tip of her tongue trailing the prominent vein all the way from root to tip before she placed a soft kiss to the most sensitive part of his manhood.

Blue eyes, dark with desire, took her in hungrily as she sat up, pushing her panties down her sturdy legs until there was nothing left to shield her from his view. Licking his lips, he held out one hand to her.

“Come here,” he ordered and as soon as she laid her hand in his, he pulled her up against his body to kiss her deeply. Strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, he manoeuvred her gently around until he could feel her throbbing wet heat on his length. Shamelessly he moaned into her mouth when a roll of her hips glossed him with her rich juices.

“And now what, Mr Cavill?” she mumbled against his lips.

But instead of an answer, he just smirked, his left hand leaving her skin to pull open the drawer of his nightstand and after some rummaging he produced a small plastic package.

“You planned this?” she spat unbelievingly, yet not too slighted as he noted with relief.

“A good teacher is always prepared for the unexpected.”

“As if you didn’t expect this to happen.”

Her eyebrow shot up and as soon as it reached its peak point, his sly smile fell a little.

“Honestly, I didn’t. I may have hoped for it though.” Wiggling his brows at her, he hadn’t foreseen her next move in the least and so he didn’t offer any resistance when she snatched the condom out of his hand.

“Well, then let’s reward your foresight, shall we?”

Passionate lips moved with his to distract him for a while, but when her narrow entrance finally pressed down onto his tip, he broke away with a long, sinful moan. She was quick to pull his mouth back to hers and silence him with another kiss while she sank all the way down on him. But he just couldn’t help it, her tight walls squeezing him so enticingly that his brain refused to restrain his noisy appreciation until he was fully seated inside of her.

“You need to keep it down, Henry,” she whispered against his lips, her trembling voice making it more than obvious how much she had to hold back herself. “If you don’t, the students will tease us for the rest of our lives.”

“I promise I’ll try.” He laid his forehead against hers and squeezed her butt for emphasis. “But you just feel so damn good around me.”

A violent twitch inside of her made her whimper as her hips began to move on their own.

“Fuck,” he growled, sucking in his lips and shutting his eyes tightly while he tried to concentrate on keeping his promise. Yet it seemed as if she didn’t trust his willpower and so her movements were starting to slow. But he wouldn’t have any of that, grabbing her behind firmly and guiding her along his shaft.

“Keep going, keep going. Don’t stop,” he gasped, before he pressed his lips together again to stifle his groans. He had no idea how she did it, but there was no way he could be silent while she moved on his lap. He could feel her walls clench around him, her body pressing up a little further against his and when her head dove down into the crook of his neck, a waft of her delicious scent bemused his senses. Their bodies were moving in perfect sync now, allowing him to let his hands run up and down her sides. Careful to avoid the sore skin on her back, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh next to her shoulder blades and as a response, her teeth sank into his neck to muffle her moans.

She had to be close already, judging from the rising volume of her sweet moans and the tightening of her walls around his shaft. On instinct, he knew what it took to make her come undone, clutching her cheeks tightly again to increase the speed of her hips.

“Oh my God, this feels so good. So, so good,” she whisper-shouted as her head resurfaced from its resting spot. But that was all the noise she allowed herself, her lips crushing down on his in a determined attempt to silence herself. Eagerly her fingers dove into his curls for support, and when the violent fluttering and clenching couldn’t hide anymore that she had passed the point of no return, her head tipped back, mouth wide open in a silent cry.

“Yes, that’s it. Come on my cock, love,” he had wanted to cheer her on, but he somehow managed to stop himself just in time, teeth biting down on his clenched fist hard to stop the shout halfway up his throat. Shit, her high felt amazing, driving him to the edge without effort while her hips refused to slow down. Maybe she could sense his nearing release as well, otherwise he had no explanation as to why she kept going so relentlessly. Her hands now gripping his shoulders, she even sped up her pace, her gaze finding his again.

He just hoped that his eyes could convey everything he did not dare say out loud, afraid he might end up shouting it at the top of his lungs. “Fucking ride that cock,” he wanted to request and top it off with a praise she genuinely deserved, “Just like that, baby. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

And just as he had uttered the words of passion in his mind, he felt the familiar pull in his stomach, making him tense up underneath her tender touch, before the sparks of his high rushed through him, setting his whole body afire as he surrendered everything he was into her loving embrace.

Golden shadows danced across closed lids, a chilly breeze from the sea caressing naked skin, rested limbs entangled underneath cotton sheets. Her mind still fought against slumber’s sweet pull while she softly stirred awake. Lids heavy with fatigue, they refused to open, wanting to hold on a little longer to the sweet dream she must have had, making her feel unusually complete, but which she couldn’t quite grasp anymore.

Another gush of the early morning breeze made her shiver, causing the arm that rested around her middle to tighten on instinct and pull her closer. And it was only the slight uneasiness of her still sensitive skin that rubbed against his soft fur which made her finally remember where she was - and who she was with. Gradually, he had to be gaining consciousness as well, groaning softly behind her back. A sound that conjured the sweetest memories from her mind, memories of moments full of passion she never wanted to forget.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N,” his deep, raspy voice filled the peaceful silence of the new day and she could hear the placid grin on his lips before they pressed onto her shoulder with a warm, velvety touch. Not able to resist the prospect of his adorable smile anymore, she turned in his arms, and a familiar warmth rushed through her as her eyes found his smushed face on the pillow next to hers. The unruly curls of his morning hair framed his unrighteously handsome features, his baby blues still tender from sleeping while he took her in with such intensity as if he was seeing her for the very first time.

“Good morning, Mr Cavill,” she whispered back, her fingers busy with brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead.

A blissful grin, easily the widest she had ever seen, spread across his sinful lips, and she revelled in the genuine beauty of his smile. They didn’t need any more words, not yet, both still holding on to the sentiment of last night, eyes and hands enough to communicate everything that needed to be said. And so she softly cupped his stubbly cheek, caressing it lovingly while he pulled her closer again. One hand hooking behind the back of her thigh, he brought it up across his hip, making her feel him in his entirety.

She moaned when she found her common sense betrayed by desire again and he was quick to silence her with his lips. Tenderly they moved with hers, keeping her quiet enough for attentive ears next door. But soon, the insatiable hunger for more made her press her body impossibly closer to his, hands drifting from his cheek into his hair, pulling a dangerous growl from his heaving chest. Not impressed by his warning in the least, her hips rolled over his and the sensation of the unmistakable effect she had on him drove her almost insane with want.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he panted heavily as he finally managed to break away. It took her a moment to come to her senses again, but when she did, the full extent of her reinless behaviour hit her with full force.

“We’re officially the worst teachers ever,” she whined, her cheeks heating up violently.

“Why would you say that?”

He drew away a little further to look at her as a deep frown decorated his forehead.

“Well, let’s see. First, I almost jumped you on the dance floor in front of minors. Second, you almost roughed up a dealer in the gents, and now this.” Frantically, her index finger pointed back and forth between him and herself.

“Whatever do you mean by ‘this’?” He repeated her gesture, the faint hint of an amused smile on his lips.

“Really? By ‘this’ I mean we were so noisy last night that there’s just no way they didn’t hear us. And by ‘we’ I mean mostly you.”

“Hey!” he spat in mock infuriation. “And besides, I don’t think we were that loud.”

But a raised eyebrow and a pair of pursed lips made it pretty clear that self-perception and external perception didn’t go hand in hand here.

“Come on! I almost choked on my own fist to hold myself back.”

“You call that holding back?”

And there it was again, the smuggest smirk she had ever seen on a man. “Now you’re wondering what not holding back sounds like, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her which earned him a roll of her eyes in feigned annoyance. But she couldn’t fool him anymore, she was just as eager to let herself go as he was. And to remind her of the pleasures he intended to make her feel until she screamed his name because every other thought would be cleared from her mind, he dug his fingers into her lush behind and squeezed her cheek in an emphatic promise. “Can’t wait to finally get home and show you, my darling.”

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Woooow I love this soooo much 😍🤩!!! I’m squealing at how this fic sways back and forth from sweet and cute to dirty and sexyyy, and it’s the best combination 😍💓🤤

I adore how your words painted images of Jax being the soft loving father that he is for his young sons 🥲😇

he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss.

but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

I especially love the good lil lady who’s a whore for one (1) man and the big bad man who’s soft and sweet for that one (1) woman vibes in this 🤤💘✨

I also really liked the section where you added that Tara’s always going to be in his heart in some way, but that he’s beginning to move forward from his loss and is holding out hope that his inner storm will pass. This part acknowledged Tara and the love that he’ll always have for her, but also let us know that he’s willing to move forward and heal. I just think it was a lovely addition into canon and set the scene for Jax’s frame of mind in this 😌!

Oh and him at home getting ready 😂 It was absolutely adorable!! Badass Jax Teller fumbling and stumbling with what clothes to wear, how to style his hair and what to say to impress his crush awwww

“What’s up, Nero?” he greets his favorite wholesome sweater-sporting superhero. One of the few sources of comfort and calm in his life as a reaper.

Yeeeessss Jax + Nero the fabulous duo 🥲!!! And the fact that Jax wants to know if his pick-up lines are any good 😂 ADORBZ!!!

It’s so frickin hottt the mutual attraction Jax and reader have for each other 🥵 The way they’re thinking down right dirty thoughts about each other, touching themselves to the fantasies about each other, ooohhh the wanting and lust and longing was intense and one of the hottest things 🔥🔥🔥

You’re dumb enough to make eye contact through the window and he greets you with a small wave and a smile. Sort of... awkward and a little shy

It’s cute as hell how nervous they get around each other because they’re secretly crushing harrrd. They way he tripped walking to meet her in her daycare, the way they struggle to focus on their words when they have filthy thoughts of the other playing in their heads

Also those teacher filled puns were filthy to the extreme 🤤, I need to cool down after that 🥵🥵🥵

Jax looks as if he’s hanging hard on every single word you say.

This man all whipped already 😋

Oh and then he finds his opening 😂😂😂 Paired with that gif 😂😂😂 I love it!!! It started the hot heated flirtation, and damn were they in sync with their insanely suggestive words 🔥🔥

“And I know I’m not right for you. But I—I want to be, honestly, and if you let me then I’ll keep on trying to.”

“I don’t really do romance. But with you I’m fucking dying to. We can go on cute dates and star-gaze and slow dance. Be stupid and crazy. If you want that as badly as I do... then baby, just give me a chance.”

How frickin’ sweet and adorable 😭😭😭💘💘💘 Big bad Jax wanting the sweetness and fluff with reader awwww 🥲!!!

I’m swooning over the dynamic between them already, it’s all cute and sweet but at the same time hot and filthy 😇🤤😍

I loved and adored this treat of a fic 😍🤩!!!

The Pick-Up Line

A/N: Sooo here’s the next fic from my Request List, which I know for a while now has been sadly neglected! Based on the below request in which Jax has a crush on reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally gets his chance with her. I got inspired to write it for my dear @happyhunnams​’ birthday as I know she’s been excited for this one! 💝 This is also my next entry for @band–psycho’s Bingo Challenge! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, Jax having a huge crush and being awk and adorbz as fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~2.8k

He’s bad.

He’s cigarettes and drugs and guns. He’s stained in blood from all the dirty jobs he’s done, from all the shit he’s hit and run. He’s inked in black and leather-clad. Some time ago he lost his wife, love of his life, and the loss drove him fucking mad. 

You look at him and you feel sad. He has two sons. Two little sons. Like he has any business raising little ones. A man like that—he really shouldn’t be a dad.

But so he is, and it’s so bad the way you almost just forget that he’s a criminal when he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss. You run the best daycare in Charming; somehow Mr. Teller always comes on time to drop off Abel in the morning, which is really quite alarming. Not so punctual for pick-up in the afternoon—but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

You yourself can feel a different kind of thrumming, every time you see Jax coming. Wish you weren’t that kind of woman. Kind of woman who would throw away her dignity to fuck the king of Charming.

God, he’s bad. And even worse, because you think about the bad guy every night and touch yourself until you burst. ‘Cause he’s the best wet dream you’ve ever fucking had.

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You’re good.

You’re pink apples and picture books and pinwheels spinning in the summer sun. You’re like a mother to his son. You’re everything he wants to have and hold, and fuck if only he should be so bold, but knows he never should.

It’s hard when every day he wakes and thinks of you as he rubs out his morning wood.

Ever since his most tragic loss, Jax hasn’t had space for a thing inside his heart other than hatred toward his sorry self for having been the cause. By now it’s been a while though. Some part of him is letting go. Yet even so part of him knows, he’ll never be the man he was.

Won’t love the way he did before. Loss changes as it ever does. Can barely recognize the widower, the killer in the mirror. Splashes water on his face, raises to meet his gaze, and takes a steady pause. Searching himself for any part of him that’s pure.

The part of him that’s real—that can still feel—that may at last have come to heal… won’t love the way he did before.

For shame, won’t ever love the same. But if his heart survives its self-inflicted war, then maybe on the other side there’s hope of loving more.

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