#I wanna crawl under a rock now help

[meliohy]

I never sprained an ankle so when I saw that my ankle was big and red today I assumed it was sprained and told everyone at work that I sprained my ankle :(

Well, turns out it's not sprained and was just a bug bite

Should I change my identity and move to Switzerland or use my acting skills to pretend it was a small sprain that fixed itself in one night

[glitchfiles]

jeno fucking a dumb sensitive overly submissive reader?

a/n: sorry to the anon that sent this months ago... but, ig i'm officially back now :D

by the time jeno decides to slide his fingers out of your poor sopping cunt, you can barely tell where or when you are anymore. you sit and twitch in his lap, basking in the numbing daze of being fingerfucked through a countless number of orgasms. his arms wrap around your body bringing your back flush against him, his erection presses firmly against your ass.

"baby...” he whispers lustily into your ear.

"jen- i-i just-" you've barely caught your breath and your legs are still shaking.

"don't tell me you've had enough, i haven't even cum yet." he pouts while rocking his hips against you to emphasise his desperation. "lemme keep making you feel good." his mouth grazes your shoulder as his hands skim down your tummy to push your thighs apart.

"you don't want me to stop, do you?" it sounds more like he's telling you than a question. of course, he knows what your body wants better than you; there's no way you can deny him. 

jeno wastes no time rearranging your tired limbs, laying you on your back. he crawls over you eclipsing and caging you with his muscular form, a darkness akin to that of a starved beast ready to descend swirling behind his sparkly brown eyes. your entire body jumps in surprise as you feel his hard cock brush against your puffy folds.

"sure you can take it?" he chuckles, reaching a hand down to take hold of his girth and slap it down against your swollen clit - a feeling you can't help but mewl at.

"please, jeno, please! i want- i need your cock." tears begin to prick your eyes. the empty feeling between your legs begins to gnaw at your sanity. 

how can he deny you when you beg so, so well? you bite back a whine as he buries his swollen tip into your slit. a sensation so searingly pleasurable begins to spread through your body as he sinks into you. 

"oh my f- jeno!" you shriek, the stretch becoming more overwhelming with each inch. "it's so, i- you're so-"

"it's okay," he coos out as your clumsy hands rush to claw at the sheets. "i know baby, you’re still sensitive, but you’re gonna be good and take it all, m’kay."

this was the part jeno loved. his eyes don't leave your face for a second as he bullies the rest of his cock into you. your eyes gloss over and your mouth lolls open, the feeling of being filled so well was just too much for your poor, dumb brain to handle.

your sensitivity seemly becomes contagious, as he takes a moment to revel in your warmth; your walls grip and suck around him, even though you swore you couldn't take it a couple of minutes ago.

he takes hold of your waist pulling out to sharply thrust back in forcing a hiccup out of you. the meek sounds turn into garbled moans about how good it feels as he picks up the pace, each thrust sending you further into hysteria. 

"takin' me so fucking well." he strains, “my perfect, dumb little fuckdoll.”

his heart swells as tears begin to spill from your eyes but it's overpowered by the need to ruin you further. as you sob, he clutches your jaw and kisses you tenderly while bucking into you viciously. your cunt convulses around him so enticingly, your legs spread further under the influence of his strong hand so easily, 

"shit, not gonna last long, baby, feel too good." you can barely even process what he’s saying any more. all you can do is take him and feverishly shudder at the feeling of your silky walls being stretched to their limit.  

jeno just barely makes out the word ‘inside’ between the jumble of sounds coming out of your mouth.

"cum for me first, yeah?" jeno can feel his balls tightening, your heat gripping him dizzyingly tight, begging to be pumped full. "wanna see you make a mess all over my cock."

jeno's thumb rubs down on your clit in rapid circles as his thrusts start getting choppy. his moans getting whinier by the second. 

a burst of power seems to shoot through him as he lifts your hips higher angling himself to perfectly hit your spot. you let out a shrill before releasing; making a bigger mess than either of you expected as you squirt all over his abdomen.

“good girl, messy fucking slut,” the sound of your skin slapping together becomes overwhelmingly wet. all the stimuli push jeno over the edge; his nails dig into your hips, pushing the both of you to your limit to hit your deepest spots. 

“gonna- take it all for me, i’m- fuck!” he lets out an almost pained groan as he pumps thick, hot spurts of cum deep inside of you. eyes rolling back as his mouth hangs open. 

jeno just barely catches himself before smooshing you under his weight. you’re still trembling and gasping at the aftershocks of it all as he rests his forehead against your own. his breath fans over your face before he connects his lips with yours passionately, turning into somewhat of a doting puppy now his carnal desires have been satiated.

“okay? too much?” he breathes out, sweetly dotting kisses all over your face.

“‘m okay,” you slur, eyes barely staying open. he had drained all the energy out of you; you’re surprised you’re even still conscious.

“did so well for me,” he plants one last peck on your lips, “think that might have been the hardest i’ve ever cum, thank you.”

[strwberri-milk]

hello i'd like to request something if thats ok!! imagine walking in on the l&ds men getting themselves off to the thought of u and they get all embarrassed but then u go and help them & make them see stars<33 i just love them a lot n wanna give them allll the pleasure they deserve. ty!!!! have a nice day lovely

i love this sort of trope, nsfw under the cut!!

Zayne typically is able to wait for you to come home to take care of himself. It doesn't happen very often that he's this desperate for you in your absence and he thought he could wait for you to come home. He collapses onto the sheets after taking a shower, fully thinking that the cold water would soothe him and it does! Until he smells you on the bed, remembering the warmth of your body in his arms.

He's reaching under his robe before he realises it, the cool touch of his hand on his cock nothing like the way you'd hold him. He has to make do with your memory, settling himself comfortably on the bed as he strokes his cock slowly. He doesn't want to cum too quickly but he also knows he should finish before you get home, not wanting you to catch him in such a compromising position. He knows you wouldn't say anything but the thought of it is still a little mortifying to him. He has a reputation and image to uphold after all and biting the back of his hand to muffle his moans is not a part of it.

Thankfully he's not too much of a moaner, light pants and soft groans the only thing that escape his lips as his hand works his precum down his shaft to make the glide of his fist easier. His hips buck into his hand every so often, trying his best to imagine that his fist is your tight warmth. If he closes his eyes and doesn't focus too much on how his hand feels he can imagine that it's you, jolting when a second hand joins him.

His eyes open and there you are, straddling his legs with an evil smirk on your face as you take over his pace, cooing at him for being so needy that he couldn't even text you to tell you to come home. He's about to reply when you squeeze him in that way that always makes his mind blank, telling him that you're going to have lots of fun bullying him now that you've found him like this.

Xavier woke up hard, patting the bed beside him in hopes of finding you to grind up against. Even if you didn't want to have sex you'd be nice enough to let him run his cock along your ass, sometimes even offering up your thighs when feeling especially generous.

You're gone, probably off getting started with your day or something. He sighs a little, debating between waiting for you or taking care of things himself. He wants to wait for you but he also knows that he's far too hard to consider doing anything else at the moment, closing his eyes as he starts to sleepily jerk himself off.

His sounds are soft and breathy, not really trying to hold back. If he's caught by you he can definitely play innocent and maybe you'll take pity on him and let him take you the way he needs to right now. He loses himself in his touch, hips bucking up to fuck into his fist when the sound of you clearing your throat from the door stops him. He looks at you a little sheepishly before coaxing you to come to him, biting his lip as you approach.

You start undressing as you come to him, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily as you crawl on top of him. He feels you press him between your legs, cock twitching as he pulls you in for a deep kiss, showing you just how badly he needs you.

Rafayel was moping in bed again after you left him to run out for groceries, the tossing in turning unfortunately rubbing his cock against the front of his pants in a way that made him hiss. Without thinking he's got a pillow between his legs, blinding reaching for the pyjamas you left behind to take deep breaths of as he rocks against the pillow.

He knows it's a poor imitation of you but right now he can't think of anything but you, the way you smell on your clothes making his mind spin. He's always been weak for you but especially right now, knuckles white as he holds onto your clothes desperately. He misses you so much and he won't admit it to you yet for fear of being teased but he really can't get off if he doesn't have something of you with him. Whether it be your voice in his ear or your clothes in his fist, just something has to be there for him to actually cum.

He's about to spill all over the sheets to the thoughts of you when he feels your hand close over his. You're about to tease him when you see his tears lightly lining his eyes, looking up at you desperately as he softly mutters your name. You can't do anything mean to him when he's looking at you like that, pushing him down onto the bed as your mouth takes him in, clasping his hand in yours as your tongue runs all over him.

Sylus hadn't been able to see you in a while thanks to his busy schedule. That means he also has been too busy to relieve himself, which isn't really an issue until he sees you've texted him. You sent him a selfie, one a little more risque than you expected with how innocent the subject matter was in your text. He knows you didn't mean to turn him on but now he's sitting in his study jerking himself off to the photo you sent him.

He can't help it. He's cursing you under his breath, blaming you for making his skin flush and this desperation coursing through his veins. The next time he sees you you're going to be punished for doing this to him but for now he has to alleviate himself with the rough pace of his hand, looking through his phone to the secret gallery he has of other photos you've sent him. The sight of your body makes him go into overdrive, moans escaping past bitten lips as he's about to cum.

You come into his office with a surprise for him, slack jawed as the flush on his cheeks and heavy breathing make it clear what you just caught him doing. Instead of acting shy about it he sits back in his chair, raising a brow at you and gesturing for you to shut the door. When you come to his desk he spreads his legs a little more for you, cock twitching against his stomach as he asks you to help him out.

His gaze makes you swallow heavily, going to your knees as you crawl between his legs, peppering his thick cock in kisses before starting to bob up and down on his cock.

[gorgeys]

riding maeve's hero suit...

she's lying on the bed in her full costume, minus the boots, after just having returned from a long day of dealing with vought and few nasty criminals. now, she finally gets the chance to relax with a joint between her teeth and her hands comfortably behind her head as she intently watches you make a show of sliding your shorts down your hips.  a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes ravage your body, now only dressed in your panties.

then you're on your hands and knees, crawling from the foot of the bed all the way up to your girlfriend.  she pats her bare thigh, signaling where she wants you, and you can't deny her.  it's only a few moments before your straddling her stomach, the cold metal armor of the suit sending waves of pleasure through your core.

she takes the joint between her fingers on one hand while the other trails from your knee, up your thigh, and finally finds its usual place on your hip.  smoke pours from her nose and the slight opening of her mouth.

"been waiting so long for you, baby" she says, licking her lips.  "show me what you can do."

you certainly don't need to be told twice as you lean forward and roughly press your lips against hers.  one of your hands grabs her chin, steadying the intense kiss, while the other clutches onto her bare shoulder, steadying yourself as you grind your cunt harshly into the metal.

"missed you, maeve," you whisper against her lips, rolling your hips against her once more.

she carelessly drops the joint on the nightstand so she can grab your body with both hands.  her hands loosely decorate your skin, not helping you create any friction, so you're left to languidly drag your pussy against her suit in a slow, agonizing pattern.  you leave maeve's lips and sit upright again.

she's always loved watching you.  she watches you arch your back to hit just the right spot.  she watches you lull your head back and grip her shoulder tighter.  she watches your desperate face that's practically screaming for more pressure.  she watches as your eyes never leave hers.

"fuck," she whispers, perfectly content to stay like this forever.  her hands move back to squeeze handfuls of your ass.  "don't need these, do we?" she says, a finger sneaking below the waistband of your panties.  she waits for you to shake your head before she tears them in two with the slightest tug of a single finger.  perks of dating the world's strongest woman.

she pulls the panties out from under you and tosses them aside.  she looks down to where your cunt meets her stomach and she audibly moans when she can see the wetness leak out of you and onto her suit.  you moan at the feeling of the cold metal against your bare clit and make an extra effort to press your pussy harder and faster against it.  that only lasts for a few seconds.

"easy, tiger," she says, suddenly applying an iron grip on your hips, instantly halting your movements.  after a moment, she guides you to start riding again at a slower pace, except this time she assists you by pressing your body harshly into her, eliciting a louder moan from your lips.  she watches your breasts bounce with each push and pull.  "that's it."

your hips keep rolling but she controls the pace and pressure, ensuring that you're whining incessantly for her to let you fuck yourself faster.  your pleads do nothing to help the situation, only leaving her more satisfied with herself.

it's only when you reach back under her skirt with one hand, pushing her panties aside and sloppily rubbing her clit in time with your movements that she falters, allowing your name and a string of curse words to fall from her lips.

"come on, maeve.  wanna make a mess on you," you say, your fingers trailing down her chest, lingering in between her breasts, before finding their way to her breastplate.  "if i come, then you can come too."

her grip on you tightens as she rocks you a little faster, noticing the way you groan and the way your fingers speed up on her clit.

"yes, right there," you moan with your head thrown back.  it encourages her to replicate the last stroke, using her big hands to move you like you're just her limp doll.  which you are.

she wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you down toward her.  you drop onto your forearms, placed on either side of her head, and kiss her once more.  it's so messy with saliva dripping everywhere as you moan into each other's mouths, but she wouldn't want it any other way.

your hips involuntarily buck against her before she feels your legs tighten around her stomach and your grip on her suit grow stronger.

"you gonna come so fast?" she asks while forcefully rutting your hips against her suit even faster than before.

you can only nod as you try to focus on rubbing maeve's clit in tight circles, which has her teetering on the edge.

"wanna walk around and smell your pussy on me wherever i go," she whispers in your ear.  "come all over me, baby."

those words do it for you and your suddenly spasming around her, clawing onto every part of her that you can grab as loud, ungodly moans of her name rush out of you.  you arch your back at an impossible angle, squeezing your eyes shut while maeve watches the cum leak out of you.

that sight finally allows her to come on your fingers a moment later.  she groans loudly and grabs onto your hips so hard that her nails nearly break your skin and you can already feel the bruises forming.  it's not as bad as that time when you first start dating that she fractured your wrist when she came.  she's learned to control her strength better since then.

"god, you really did make a fucking mess," she says, punctuated with a laugh, after you've both come down from your highs, though you're still panting like a dog in heat.  she strokes your cheek with the backside of her hand.  "now get on your knees and lick it off of me."

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Thank you so much 😭😭 I just really need Sanji to hold me tight in his arms, rock me back and forth gently while whispering praise and comforting words. Some of that "You've done so well." And "I've got you, let me take care of you" would be MWUAH yim yum. You don't even have to write this if u don't wanna, I just need more Sanji comfort 😭🙏

I udnerstand you 100%. We all need a Sanjia who will comfort us <3 I hope you don't mind that it is pretty short. Have an amazign day and feel all of my love and hugs

I’m here for you (Sanji x reader)

It was a long day. You helped your boyfriend Sanji with the dishes and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. Even though he hates seeing you touch the dirty dishes with your angelic hands. After that you went shopping with Nami and Robin for the whole afternoon. You even helped repair General Franky with Franky and Usopp. After the end of the day you retreat towards your shared bedroom with Nami and Robin. As soon as you hit the bed your body felt shore and you felt empty and lonely. This day was fun and exciting. You love spending time with your friends. Living your life with such amazing friends that are more family like anything else and having an adorable boyfriend is a dream come true. So why do you feel so down lately?

Sleep didn’t help you at all, you were alone in your shared bedroom and hiding under the blankets the whole morning. No one disturbed you. until you heard a soft knock on your door. You didn't want any company but saying “Leave me alone” was not an option either. Without saying anything you heard the door open, followed by footsteps. You heard that something was laid down on your nightstand but refused to leave your fortress of blankets. A hand was placed on your head and a soothing voice soon followed. “You wanna talk about it, my love?” You crawled back to the surface, looking at the face of your handsome boyfriend. You shrugged your shoulders while looking at your nightstand. Sanji prepared your comfort food and hot cocoa. Sanji took off his shoes and was lying behind you. He snuggled in bed with you, holding you tight in his arms while he rocks you back and forth gently. You turned around so you could cuddle closer into his chest while closing your eyes. Sanji was rubbing your back while whispering towards you. “It’s ok. You’ve done well. I’ve got you now.” You wanted to cry. It was comfortable and you felt safe. You didn’t deserve someone like him. “Hey Y/N. Let me take care of you, kay?” He softly said and planted a kiss on your forehead. You nodded slightly, sniffed a little. He was still rocking you forth and back, praising you for being you. You both fell asleep after a few more minutes. Having someone by your side like that, you didn’t even need words. Even if you feel lonely or just sad, you remember that you have people around you, caring for you and loving you the way you are. 

[hope-drunk]

imagine riding abby’s abs oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫

brrrrr okokok

she'd be so gentle, i feel like she'd ask you to do it so quietly; almost embarrassed about it.

you've been kissing for what feels like forever, both of your lips are swollen. you're panting into each other, not wanting to pull away to take a breath. you're on top of her, your hips slightly moving against her thigh, giving you just the right amount of pressure that you need.

abby pulls away, "would you wanna, uh— could you, just..."

"what is it?" you say, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

she asks you to remove your pajamas, which you do as she discards her shirt. you stand awkwardly by the bed, now nude, twisting your fingers, waiting for her next direction. she uses her hand to beckon you over to her, giving you a soft c'mere.

you comply, moving back onto her lap. with less layers, you're a lot more sensitive, the feeling of her sweatpants on your cunt making you jump back up.

abby pulls your hips back down, but moves them onto her stomach.

"want you to get off like this, on m'stomach. can you?" she whispers. her hands are still settled on your hips, and you can feel them twitching; wanting to move you.

you nod your head, lean down to kiss her again. abby makes the first move, giving into her urges, making your hips rub against the rigidness of her abs. your head falls to her neck, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling of it. it feels so different. so good. so abby.

she kisses the side of your head, "that feel okay?"

"mhm." you say, but it mostly comes out as a whimper.

"can you look at me, please? wanna see your face, pretty."

you use the last bits of your brain to push up, looking into abby's eyes, and then down at your hips moving against her, which only turns you on more. in the dim light you can see the wetness coating her abdomen. she's still doing most of the work, but she doesn't seem to mind. you take your eyes off the erotic display and look at abby again.

her eyebrows are furrowed, you can tell she's trying to gauge your reaction to this, if you think it's weird. but your mouth is open, and your arms are shaking. she moves a hand off your waist and brings it to the back of your head, lightly forcing it into her. your foreheads press together and you can't help but melt. can't help but fall into her again.

your clit hits a particular spot and you groan, a noise deep from your chest clawing its way out.

"yeah, there you go, sweetheart. y'look so beautiful, using me like this. c'mon, you wanna cum, don't you?" your moans only get louder at her praise. "oh, i know. you've got it, champ. just a little bit more, okay?"

"can't— 'm gonna-" your moans keep interrupting your words.

"just let it come, baby. 've got you."

you focus on her words, on the way her body feels under you, her hands on your hips, slowly pulling you back and forth over her. when your orgasm washes over you, she rocks you through it. abby doesn't let your hips stop as you claw at her shoulders, at her chest. when you go limp on her afterwards, she stops moving you, rubs a hand up and down your back.

"shh, shh. good job, sweetheart. such a good girl."

she cleans you up, soft and gentle. lets you crawl back into her afterwards. she thanks you for letting her have her fun, for letting her do what she wanted with you.

you give her a soft hum, "always, abs."

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

So uh...Adam nsfw story? Idc what kind. Any. I just wanna see an Adam smut story please

that can totally happen! i’m hoping i did this request justice!

nsfw under the read more. minors dni pls.

rating: R

genre: smutty

characters: Adam x Reader

warnings: overstimulation and restraints.

Adam and you tumble into your room, never leaving the reach of each other. There seemed to be something unspoken and sinful at the thought of not having some physical contact that you both understood. Your hand drew down his chest as your mouth moved to his neck and he whined. He fucking whined. You closed your eyes trying to control yourself, him making it almost impossible to. He helps get his pants off, kneeling down and shedding yours as quickly as possible. He’s kisses up your legs stopping at the wetness leaking out from your underwear.

“You’re so wet already for me, aren’t ya babe?” he asks, gently drawing a finger over you stopping right above your clit, just lightly resting there. You take his mask off and grab his hair.

“Please. Please Adam.” You try and rock yourself into his finger, looking for any type of friction but he pulls away and you cry out, looking down accusingly. Your eyes narrow at him and he licks his finger that was on you.

“Divine.” He murmurs and you pull him up to you and push him on the bed. His eyes widen and he protests when you mark up his neck. The protests giving way to whimpers and moans. You slide down and take his cock in your hands. Twisting your hands up, and pinching the tip. He moans loudly and bucks his hips toward you, looking desperate.

“You want more?” You ask, wanting pay back on his little teasing stunt he pulled just a moment ago.

“Please. Please. Fuck. Just do something, bitch.” Adam pleaded, getting annoyed.

“Do anything? Okay.” You took your mouth and just sucked on the tip of his cock, tonguing the slit in a back and forth motion. Not letting up when Adam was begging and holding his hips down so he couldn’t move. You went from barely pleasuring him, to giving him too much as he was always so sensitive.

“I-I-Oh-I’m gonna…” He trailed off his body stiffening and you stopped. He looks around dazed and sees you pulled off his cock, just looking at him.

“Such a pretty color, like a deep tomato isn’t it?” you say, admiring the color.

“Well yeah, it’s gonna be awesome. This was the first dick. Gotta go with the best first.” Adam said, regaining his cocky attitude. You hum.

“I’m tired of your attitude Adam. I will keep this up until you’re nice.” You say. He laughs.

“You can’t keep this up bitch.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m the one in charge.”

“No you’re the one who’s tied up.” You say and snap your fingers. His eyes widen as he sees his legs and arms tied to each post on your bed.

“What? How?” He asks.

“Magic. You remember the safe word?” You ask Adam, waiting. He nods. “What color are you right now?”

“G-Green.” He murmurs.

“Good boy.” He whines and you go back to his member. You suck on the tip again, and tongue his slit back and forth, this time quicker and soon he is screaming for release. Begging as he’s thrashing against the restraints.

“You’ve only lasted twice? My goodness you are needy.” You say, and place your hand on him. You start to quickly jerk him off. His broken mutters to ‘slow down’ are lost on you.

“I don’t think I will. Cum for me now.” You say and he cries out as he finally cums. His breathing relaxing as you release his arms and legs from their restraints and crawl up to him.

“Damn, that was really fucking good.” He says a bit dazed.

“A compliment? My goodness, I’m flattered.” You joke, your hand resting on his neck as you look at him.

“You should be.” He says finally catching his breath and flipping you over quickly. “I expect to earn the same fucking praise when I’m done with you babe.” Your eyes widen and you realize that you’re both in for a long night.

[webslingingslasher]

would make peter go camping with me because he’s head over heels in love and also he’s strong (spider man duh) and then i’d just be like :) the whole time (i’d totally ask him to pick up heavy logs and stuff just because)

everytime i go camping i wish i had a peter parker

“Don’t forget that log, looks like a good one!” 

Peter looks up at his girlfriend sitting in her green rocking camping chair, a cold can of alcohol in her hand, he can’t decipher if it’s a white claw or miller light based on the distance. The other points to his left, the setting sun hits the crown of her head and dances over her features, for a moment he forgets how to breathe and takes a lopsided inhale. 

It was your idea to take him camping, you were the master. You grew up doing it and always talked about it, always swore you’d take Peter and give him the glamping experience. You set up the trip as an anniversary gift, and Peter doesn’t think he’ll enjoy it half as much as you but seeing you so happy makes him match it. 

Peter’s hand cups over his forehead to look at you in the sun, “awfully demanding today, aren’t we?” 

He’s not wrong, you have been bossing him around the whole time. But, it’s your favorite activity and he was doing it, and you’ve been together long enough that he’s not doing it because camping will be his new hobby, but because you love it and it makes you happy. 

And his red flannel looked awfully lumberjack like on him, his biceps straining the fabric when he moved totes from your car full of heavy accessories. It got even better when you made him help you set up the tent, you gave light instructions and worked on your side but got distracted when your boyfriend crouched on one knee and had his tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he focused on connecting the poles. 

You were left scrambling when his eyes shot to yours waiting for you to finish your half, he didn’t catch onto your greed. “I thought you’ve done this before, slow poke.” 

Struggling, his side full of tension, “I didn’t know it was a race.” 

It got worse when Peter noticed your struggle and came to pull your side taut, his back flexing under his down vest.

You nearly slingshotted the tent into the woods. 

“Here, baby. I got it.” Peter placed the rest of the poles and you were able to catch your breath in time to hammer the stakes in. You rest your fists on your hips as you look up at the sky, due to flooding in the main roads it had taken a bit longer than you expected, night was approaching. 

“We don’t have a lot of daylight left, you wanna grab some firewood and I’ll finish setting up camp?” 

Did you give him the man's job? Yes. 

Logs were heavy, plus bugs crawled all over them and not to mention the splinters. 

You had the camp ready in ten minutes, leading you to relax in your camping chair watching your ripped boyfriend trot back and forth from the campsite with handfuls of stems and logs. At first the tugged a fallen tree over to you which sent you running towards him pushing at his chest to throw him back in the woods whisper shouting.

“That’s not even remotely funny, Peter! Do you know what will happen if a park ranger catches you? They have eyes everywhere.” 

Peter rolled his eyes, “I dragged it like, ten steps.” 

You shoo him, “back it up ten, and get real campfire wood. I’ll get some fire starter.” 

Thus led you to watching with a careful eye and directing him, you’ve done this a million times and now you have someone else to do it, who also happens to be your super hot, loving boyfriend. 

“Love you, honey!” You called out the praise, hoping it would erase your demands from his mind. It works, he blows you a kiss and picks up the wood you called out for. He’s gotten more than enough for the night, and you stand before gesturing to your seat. 

“Take her for a ride, mama’s gonna make you a fire.” 

Careful eyes watched you, you could sense that Peter was ready to jump up and save you from a swallowing fire at any second. You talked through the process and into the night, where you then had Peter make you every s’more you wanted. 

Peter likes being out of the city and loves being around you with no distractions. 

He doesn’t think he minds camping half as much as he thought he would. 

Until you wake him up at three in the morning and ask, no, force him to get out of bed to walk into the woods with you so you could pee. You squatted behind a tree and had your arm wrapped around to the other side where it intertwined with your boyfriends. 

“Okay, turn around.” 

Too scary. 

“Wait, let me hold your hand.” 

Too quiet.

“Can you hum or something?” 

It is currently three in the morning and Peter is in the middle of the woods, back to a tree with his arm twisted wonky to hold hers, and he’s humming the star wars intro but can still hear you stream clearly and won’t tell you.

“Okay, done.” 

Your boyfriend fumbled with his waistline, his hand pulling it down swiftly. You get a peek of his lower half and squeeze your eyes shut, your hands cover them on instinct. “Yuck!” 

Peter has no regard, proudly pissing inches from you. 

“What, I have to hold your hand and sing and you can’t stand here?” 

“I’m in the splash zone!” 

“Oi! I’m aiming away, I’m not a mongrel.” 

A snap of a branch, rustling of bushes sent the hair on your neck straight up. Normally you’d think it was a squirrel, it’s almost always a squirrel. But this sounded big, in an instant you jumped on Peter’s back, giving him no time to prepare and he was sent slightly stumbling while trying to tie his pajama pants back up. 

“It’s a fucking bear, is it a bear, can you smell if it’s a bear?” 

Peter hiked you further up his back and walked back towards your site, “it’s not a bear.” 

Your arms lock around his neck so tightly he has to tug at arm so you could loosen your hold, “it could be a bear and you’re trotting slowly.” 

“Baby, if a bear comes up and starts a fight, help the bear.” 

“‘Cause that bitch gon need it,” you grunt in his ear. He tapped your leg in appreciation to the reference. 

You yawned when you laid back down in the tent, shuffling a little closer to Peter than the first time. He can say what he wants, but you’re the woodsy person and you’d give your right arm on a bet that was a bear. 

Loud ruffling near your tent sends you clinging to your boyfriend. 

“It’s the bear.” Your words are almost mute with how quiet and slow you were speaking. 

Peter doesn’t even open his eyes, his arm opens and tugs you into him. “It’s not a bear.” 

Another branch snaps, you’re nearly on top of him, he grunts with the new weight on him. He doesn’t even need to see to know what you’re about to say. 

“It’s not a bear.” 

A lazy grin forms when he feels puffy air on his neck as you grumble, “it’s totally a bear.” 

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for the first time pt 2

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader

warnings: oral (m) receiving, pet names, praise kink, slapping, gagging, head pushing, almost face fucking, porn without plot, super short, also kinda poorly written

summary: after starting to dive into new things, you decide you want to repay your boyfriend for what he did for you.

authors note: hi guys theres one more after this which should be a lot better :)

part one | part two | part three

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“i don’t want you to feel like you gotta repay me for that though,” jj said, looking up at you with his hands on your waist.

you shook your head. “i don’t feel like that. i just wanna make you feel how good you made me feel.”

“fuck sweetheart,” he groaned. “you can’t say shit like that.”

you smiled and leaned back down to kiss him. his hands squeezed at your hips and rocked you back and forth while yours cradled his jaw. you moaned softly into his mouth at the friction your shorts were creating.

he pulled away and kissed down your jawline to your exposed chest. his hands ran up your side to rest at the bottom of your ribcage while his lips locked onto your right breast. he licked and sucked at your nipple, placing gentle kisses around it and even leaving some hickeys for you to look back at later.

when he was satisfied with his work, he moved to the other and repeated the same. you slowly worked up the courage to roll your hips without his assistance, making him buck up into you with a grunt. “fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled against your skin.

“please j? lemme make you feel good,” you begged, returning to your previous topic. “please?” you pouted and looked down at him with that look he’d never been able to say no to. “you can teach me everything and i’ll do whatever you want.”

he left a few extra kisses on your breasts before looking up at you. “have i ever told you how much i love your tits?”

you glared at him. “jj.”

“alright, alright,” he caved. “promise me you’re not doing this to repay me.”

you kissed his lips. “promise.” you began kissing down his neck and chest, leaving a few hickeys for him to flaunt whenever he’s shirtless like he always does. your lips moved down his bare chest until you were crawling off his lap and onto the floor into the space between his legs.

the bulge underneath his sweatpants was very obvious. it almost looked painful. your fingers looped into the waistband and with jj’s help, you pulled them down to his ankles where he eventually kicked them off.

“what do i do now?” you asked cluelessly.

he smiled down at you. “take the rest off.”

you awkwardly shimmied down his boxers, grateful that he had lifted sat up enough for you to do it. you gulped nervously when his cock sprung out from its confinement and hit his lower stomach.

you’d never been this intimate with anyone. you’d never touched a guy, or even seen one past being shirtless. jj was your first everything. and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

you looked up at him for further instructions. “spit in your hand,” he said.

looking at him with wide eyes, you paused for a moment before bringing your hand up your lips and spitting into it.

“you can touch me, sweetheart,” he said softly. “just do whatever feels right.”

you paused for a quick second before deciding to proceed. your hand gently wrapped around him as you watched your boyfriends eyes shut and his lips part. you slowly began to run your hand up and down the length of him, still watching his reaction.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned, tipping his head back. “just like that.” his praise gave you the small confidence boost, starting to move your hand faster against him. “shit,” he cursed under his breath.

you smiled to yourself, proud that you were starting to make him feel good like he’d done for you. you leaned forward and lightly ran your tongue up his length to test the water.

when his hips bucked up and he moaned out, you did it again. you began to twist your hand up and down his cock as your tongue licked over the head. “fuck. doin’ so good,” he praised, eyes still shut and lips parted as moans slipped past them. “so good, pretty girl.”

wanting to try something different, you took the tip into your mouth and gently sucked on it. he thrusted up into your mouth, biting his lip to contain his noises of pleasure. “shit, ‘m sorry sweetheart. jus’ felt good,” he apologized.

so you did it again, only taking in more as your hand worked the rest. you bobbed your head slowly as you started to become lightheaded. you released him from your mouth to work your hand over him as you caught your breath.

“here, baby. squeeze a little harder,” he instructed, closing your hand around him just a little tighter. “i like a little more pressure.”

you followed his order, your hand tightening and working around him a little faster before your mouth was back on him. he placed his hands on the bed by his hips and tipped his head back as he moaned and squeezed his eyes shut.

you placed your hands on his spread thighs and decided to give your wrist a break once it started aching. your mouth took him in again and you began to bob your head up and down a little faster than previously.

his hand came to rest on the back of your head as he pushed you forward until you gagged. you immediately pulled off of him and came back for air, coughing as you did so. “oh fuck, ‘m sorry, baby. i couldn’t help it,” he laughed before leaning down to kiss your forehead gently. “is it okay if i give you a little push?”

you nodded, eyes drooping slightly. your mouth wrapped around him again as you sucked on the tip, making him moan even louder. his hand ran over your cheek and down to cradle your jaw. “look so pretty like this, sweet girl. sucking my cock like a good girl.”

your thighs squeezed together at his raspy voice and praise. you took him deeper into your mouth, throat tightening around him as you fought the urge to gag. he held your head in place, cursing under his breath. “‘s okay, you’re okay, baby. just relax. breathe through your nose,” he instructed.

you relaxed against him took a deep breath through your nose, closing your eyes letting him thrust his hips up into your mouth. you were beginning to like this feeling. the feeling of him using you.

you moaned around him, making his hips stutter as he groaned and loosened up his tight hold to let you come up for a breather. “you’re doin’ so good. such a pretty fuckin’ mouth,” he mumbled.

your hand wrapped around him again as you began to move it up and down, twisting and squeezing a little more for added pleasure. “fuck, holy shit. ‘m so close, baby. so fuckin’ close.”

you wrapped your lips around his tip again, sucking a little harder as his hips bucked up into your hand and mouth. “oh fuck,” he moaned. “fucking shit. ‘m gonna come, sweetheart.” you bobbed your head up and down his cock a little faster, trying to give him the best experience you could.

he held your head down as he came into the warmth of your mouth, hips stuttering as strings of moans slipped past his lips. he gasped and tipped his head back as he emptied his come into your mouth.

“holy fuck, baby,” he cursed as he let you go. “you can spit it out if you want.”

you wanted to make him this experience as good as he made yours. so you swallowed it down, eyelids heavy as you looked up to him.

he shut his eyes and groaned at the sight. “you did so good today, pretty baby. ‘m so proud of you.” his hand found your jaw again and tilted your head up so he could lean down and kiss your lips. he grabbed your hands and gently pulled you back up into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head onto your chest. you gasped when his cock rubbed against your clothed cunt.

“you look so pretty on your knees for me.”

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Look at me

1.7K words (not proof-read sorry i was uh. Possessed)

CW: GP, voyeurism, light humiliation

[GP!Momo x GP!Jeongyeon x Nayeon]

Jeongyeon let out a muffled moan into the sheets as Momo mounted her. The younger girl grunted as she had her way with Jeongyeon, her strokes powerful but as gentle as she could manage.

Momo usually preferred pussy to the tight ring of muscle she was currently plowing into, but she had a huge soft spot for girls like Jeongyeon– girls who would rather be fucked by another’s cock than use their own. 

“Fuck,” Momo hissed under her breath. She knew Jeongyeon must be rock hard, and she relished in denying Jeongyeon the ability to touch her own cock while she took Momo’s. 

“All that cock and you’d rather have me fuck you instead of fucking Nayeon, hmm?” Momo said. She pressed her body against Jeongyeon’s back as she thrust into her, making Jeongyeon whimper in response. But it wasn’t enough for Momo. “Answer me.” 

“Y-yes,” Jeongyeon gasped, hunching her shoulders a bit. Her head seemed to sink deeper into the bedding. 

Momo let out a satisfied breath, a hint of a smile on her face. She pulled upper body off of Jeongyeon and adjusted her position, arching over the other girl now with both hands on either side of her body on the bed so she could keep her balance. 

She looked down at Jeongyeon, admiring her strong back and pretty ass. She gave it a slap, making Jeongyeon yelp while Momo laughed. 

“Hurry up,” a third voice spoke up. Momo glanced over and her eyes immediately lingered on the sight before her: Nayeon, sitting back against the wall on the far side of the bed, legs spread apart with her fingers slowly dipping in and out of her wet pussy. “I wanna torture her a little, too.” 

Momo almost came right then. She loved that both of them were so eager to tease and fuck Jeongyeon because they knew she would let them. It was so easy to make Jeongyeon hard, and even easier to make her flustered about it. Momo and Nayeon had no trouble getting Jeongyeon to let them both into her room that afternoon while cold December sleet fell outside against her bedroom windows. Light touches and words of praise for her had snowballed quickly and before they knew it, Jeongyeon was rock hard, bare and eager to present herself on all fours for the two of them. 

Momo felt Jeongyeon clench around her and closed her eyes. The older girl was always so impossibly tight, she didn’t know how she could always squeeze her cock just a little more like that, just enough to make her– 

“Oh fuck, Jeong…” Momo groaned, spilling her load inside her ass. She felt Jeongyeon go slack beneath her and she waited a few moments even after she was done before pulling out slowly. Jeongyeon let out a muted whine when Momo was finally all the way out and relaxed into her bed. 

Momo and Nayeon both watched as some of the younger girl’s cum leaked out of her. 

“Don’t get too comfy, Jeongie,” Nayeon purred. “I bet you want to cum too, don’t you?” 

Jeongyeon finally lifted her upper body up from the bed. She peeked over her shoulder to look at them and nodded. Her hair was wild and messy, some of it clinging to her sweaty face. Her cheeks were red. 

Nayeon crawled across the bed over to Jeongyeon. She ran her thumb along Jeongyeon’s lower lip before pushing two of her fingers inside her mouth. “Suck,” she commanded softly, and Jeongyeon did, taking Nayeon’s fingers into her mouth. 

Jeongyeon looked up at Nayeon almost immediately. “You ‘ere touching yoursel’!” she said, her words a bit jumbled with the older girl’s fingers still in her mouth. Nayeon shrugged. “It’s fun to watch Momo mount you like a dog,” she said, eyes wandering briefly over Momo's softening cock. “And to watch how well you take her.” She removed her fingers and helped Jeongyeon sit up. “I think you deserve to cum now, don’t you?” 

The younger girl nodded quickly, and allowed Nayeon to help her down onto the floor. She stood and watched as Nayeon placed a blanket on top of the plush rug that laid in front of Jeongyeon’s full-length mirror. Momo got off the bed and threw her t-shirt back on. She wanted to stick around for what was going to come next but didn’t want to be cold while she watched. 

“Wh-what…” Jeongyeon trailed off as Nayeon guided her to sit down in front of the mirror. Nayeon sat behind her, her legs spread open to make room for Jeongyeon to sit between them. 

“Here, baby,” Nayeon cooed, wrapping her hand around Jeongyeon’s twitching cock. Jeongyeon let out a hitched breath and sat back against Nayeon’s bare chest. 

“I’ll help you cum,” Nayeon murmured, nosing Jeongyeon’s neck lightly, “but you can only cum if you do what I say, okay?” 

Momo couldn’t help but smirk. This was going to be very worth it. 

“O-okay,” Jeongyeon said shyly, looking down at Nayeon’s hand. It was already getting wet with pre-cum. 

“All I need you to do is look right here for me,” Nayeon said, making Jeongyeon look up. Nayeon was looking at her in the mirror, and Jeongyeon looked into the mirror, too. 

“You can look at yourself or at me, but if you close your eyes or look away, I’m going to stop. Okay?” Nayeon said, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.

Jeongyeon whined and looked up at Momo’s smug reflection in the mirror. 

“Ah, ah,” Nayeon said, taking her hand away. “Did I say you could look at Momo?” 

Jeongyeon blushed. “N-no…” She looked at Nayeon again quickly. 

“Good girl,” Nayeon praised, taking Jeongyeon’s leaking cock back in her hand. “Keep looking right there for me.” 

Jeongyeon’s breathing slowed as Nayeon’s hand expertly squeezed and stroked her aching shaft. 

“B-but,” she breathed, struggling to keep her eyes trained on her own or Nayeon’s, “Why can’t I look at Momo?” 

Nayeon gripped the girl’s cock a little harder, making Jeongyeon’s hips buck. “Because I said so,” she said matter-of-factly. “But Momo can look at you all she wants. You like that, don't you?” 

“Y-yes,” Jeongyeon breathed. 

“You like it when Momo sees you like this, right? All worked up for me and so willing to obey,” Nayeon continued.  

Jeongyeon could only nod dumbly now. She wanted to look down so badly, to see Nayeon’s long fingers wrapped around her throbbing dick. It felt too good; she couldn’t help herself. She peeked down, but Nayeon’s hand went away instantly. 

“W-wait no, no,” Jeongyeon’s eyes were glassy, her voice shaky. She looked back up in the mirror quickly, cheeks burning when her eyes met Nayeon’s stern gaze. 

“I told you the rules,” Nayeon said firmly. “Do you need me to repeat them or can you be good for me?” 

Jeongyeon replied quickly. “I’ll look, I’ll be good,” she said pleadingly, and Nayeon smiled. Once Nayeon’s hand was back around her cock, Jeongyeon’s hips started to buck rhythmically up into her grip. 

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Nayeon asked. “I thought about letting you fuck me,” she said, running her thumb teasingly over Jeongyeon’s tip. “But I knew you’d cum fast after being fucked by Momo.” She hummed thoughtfully, watching Jeongyeon’s face carefully. Jeongyeon’s jaw was slack and her eyes were hardly able to focus on her, but she was listening intently. 

“Then I thought about letting you use my mouth,” Nayeon said, and Jeongyeon perked up a little. “Oh? Would you have liked that?” Jeongyeon nodded quickly, bucking up into Nayeon’s hand a little faster. “Maybe next time,” Nayeon said teasingly. “But I’ll let you look at my mouth right now if you want.” 

Jeongyeon’s eyes immediately focused on Nayeon’s mouth and the older girl smirked. “Can you imagine it?” she said, her voice soft and low in Jeongyeon’s ear. “How warm my mouth would be around you, and so wet if I used my tongue. Maybe I’d let you throat fuck me…” she trailed off. Jeongyeon’s breathing was slow yet ragged now; she was getting closer. 

Nayeon looked up and glanced at Momo, who was also watching Nayeon’s mouth intently. Her cock was starting to harden again. 

“That’s enough of my mouth for now, don’t you think? Look at me, Jeong,” Nayeon said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, okay?” 

“Okay,” Jeongyeon said, her voice nearly trembling. The older girl had fully reduced her to a whimpering mess. 

“You look like you could cum already,” Nayeon said teasingly. “Look how fast your hips are going, baby. I hardly need to move my hand at all now. I should’ve done this to you sooner. I should’ve invited Jihyo and Sana to come watch, too.” 

“N-Nayeon,” Jeongyeon gasped, thrilled by the thought of Jihyo and Sana and Momo seeing her come undone for Nayeon. “I…” Her eyes almost rolled back in her head but she fought to keep her gaze steady. 

“That’s it,” Nayeon said. “Listen to all that wetness, you’ve been such a good girl for me. You can cum, baby, just remember to look at me.” She leaned in towards the younger girl’s neck and licked her way up, her eyes never looking away from Jeongyeon’s as she did so. 

“Ah!~” Jeongyeon let out a strangled cry as she went over the edge and came, eyes locked on Nayeon’s as thick ropes of her own cum landed all over her stomach and coated Nayeon’s hand. 

Nayeon continued to use her hand to milk Jeongyeon for all she had, finally releasing her when Jeongyeon’s eyes closed and head tilted back from pleasure. 

“Good girl,” she praised softly, letting the younger girl rest against her while she recovered. 

After a few minutes, Nayeon and Momo both helped Jeongyeon up onto her bed and cleaned her up the best they could gently. “I’m going to start a nice hot bath for you, okay?” Nayeon said. 

Nayeon was busy in the bathroom, prepping towels and products for Jeongyeon when she heard the bathroom door open behind her. 

“Jeong…?” she asked, turning around. But it wasn’t Jeongyeon. She watched curiously as Momo stood before her, fisting her hard cock a few times in her hand. “Oh.” The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, trying to hide a pleased smile. 

Wordlessly, Momo positioned Nayeon until she was bent over the bathroom counter and sink, legs spread apart. 

“Knew it,” Momo said, running her fingers over Nayeon’s folds. “You’re still soaked.” She lined her cock up with Nayeon’s entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick” she cooed. “Let’s let Jeongyeon rest a few more minutes.” 

[brandyllyn]

Silk from their soul (11)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: Explicit (PIV, choking) Words: 2.2k Summary: Hidey-Hole

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

Were you supposed to look him in the eye now?

You’d fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately after that earth-shattering orgasm and woken on the ground by yourself, a pack under your head for a pillow while he sat a few feet away and watched the wasteland. He hadn’t commented on the events of the night before, just given you a sly grin and asked you to put on something for breakfast since you’d slept through your watch.

Never mind he didn’t wake you for it.

You finally seem to be heading north, towards the mountains. You have a vague memory of traveling through here before.

“Do you think it’s better to try to find the old road or just head up?”

He’s walking a few feet ahead of you and doesn’t stop when he answers. “Lotta raiders on the roads, we’ll be better off cross-country.”

That made sense. It was a perfectly normal thing to say. Just two people walking companionably together.

It was going to drive you bonkers.

“Hey Cowboy,” you shout, taking a few running steps to catch up with him. He turns as you fall into step, his blank look almost making you falter. But you steel yourself and give him a winning smile. “Do we need to talk? Or not talk, maybe, but acknowledge? What happened?”

“You mean when I had my fingers in your cunt?”

Well, okay, that was one way of putting it.

“Don’t figure there’s much to talk about. You liked it?”

“Yes,” you say quickly.

“Wanna do it again?”

“Now?”

Your spluttering question puts a grin on his face and he makes a show of looking around. You’re in what used to be some sort of rest stop, several different buildings still mostly standing.

“Well, I wasn’t thinking right this minute but a fella could be convinced-”

A roar rends the air between you and you both freeze. You wait for him to verify what you really hope isn’t true.

“Deathclaw.”

Your heart drops. Scanning the horizon you try to pick out what he is seeing. “I thought they were further east than this?”

“You wanna be the one to tell him he needs to go home?”

They’re a rumble, almost like thunder, shaking you to your core. “Is that it?”

He’s got your arm in one hand, dragging you towards a run down building. There’s no door, and the interior is half filled with dirt. “Inside.”

“Inside what?”

The Cowboy gestures towards the ground, at a hole you had barely noticed. With his other hand he unslings his rifle, checking the chamber with a practiced flip. The hole itself is not big, large enough to crawl into on your hands and knees and extending back God only knew how far.

“What if something is in there?”

“You can lose a toe to a rad roach or your head to a deathclaw, sweetheart. I know which I would pick.”

He’s posted at the door, squinting off into the distance and you suddenly realize he intends for you to go in there alone.

“What are you going to do?”

“Hold it off,” he shrugs, “try to lead it away.”

“Can it smell us?”

“What?”

You grab his arm, pulling him into the house with you, “Can it smell us?”

“No, but it can see your ass just fine so-”

“Feet first,” you shove him at the hole. He glares but does so, sliding in without comment until you can’t see him any longer. His hat sits dejectedly by the entrance and you try to decide if you can pick it up when an earth-shattering roar splits the air. 

Well, nothing seems to have bitten him. 

You throw him your pack and then slide in feet first next to him, pushing with your hands against the fallen rocks and dirt. He reaches out a hand to help and between you you manage to shimmy down a few feet - maybe four in total from the entrance to the top of your head.

It’s not so tight you can’t move, can’t put a little space between you, but it’s difficult. You feel the arms he’s laying on move, a hand coming up to cover the shoulder dug into the dirt, and then he’s shifting you both until you’re lying beneath him.

“Both hands free now,” he grunts, pulling his pistol from its holster and laying it just past your head. Sure, he can see now but all you can see is his chest and dark concrete. He’s crouched over you, shifting upwards so his elbows are by your head, his knees on each side of your hips. You both stay silent as the ground shakes.

Shit, what if this hidey-hole collapses?

Another roar and you clutch at him out of instinct, burying your face into his chest. How close is it? Can it reach you? You try to slip further down but your feet hit more rock. 

Well, at least there’s nothing living in here.

Another roar, this time maybe slightly farther away. The Cowboy lets out a breath and shifts down so he can look you in the eye.

“I think it might have seen us, sounds like it’s hunting.”

His voice is barely over a whisper and you answer in the same low tone. “How long will it look?”

“Hour? Maybe two? Depends on if something else grabs his attention.” He glances down and seems to suddenly realize the position you’re in. A slow grin moves over his face and he shifts one foot between yours, kicking your legs apart and settling his hips down until they’re flush to yours.

“Seems like we might have a fair bit of time to pass.”

Your eyes widen in shock even as he pushes his half-hard cock against you. He looks pleased as punch about the fact. “You can’t mean to-”

“I do, and I will - unless you’re about to tell me no. That what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

You consider it for only a moment before shaking your head. “No. I mean… yes.”

He tilts his head and licks his lips. “Well that’s about clear as mud.”

“I want you,” you finally settle on, getting a warm feeling when he gives you a genuine smile in return.

“No kissing, right?” he confirms, fingers playing with the strap of your dress. You nod silently, too afraid of what will happen now if you try to speak. It’s enough for him, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and twisting it down until it’s shoved under your breast.

“Well ain’t that a sight.”

His mouth feels like a brand, lips hot with a dry, almost raspy tongue laving against your skin. You should stop this, should tell him this isn’t right. It wasn’t right last night either but you didn’t care then and you can’t make yourself care now. It feels amazing and when he pulls your nipple between his lips there’s no thought left but how good he’s making you feel.

You groan, fingers digging into the rough skin on the back of his neck. He bites down, maybe a little too hard, and you nearly arch the both of you into the ceiling. 

“Thata girl,” he mumbles, fingers working at the other side of your dress until he’s got it pulled down too. You help as best you can, shimmying the straps down and then letting him push it to your waist. He rubs his face against you for a moment, pressing your breasts to his cheeks before turning and sucking your other nipple between his lips.

It’s too much and a harsh cry leaves you before you can stop it. There is an answering bellow from the deathclaw a half second later and suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth. The leather smells of blood and bile and you recoil.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers, “if you can’t be quiet we’re going to have to stop.” One knee pressed at yours, pushing them further apart so he can hitch your thigh up on his hip. “And that sure would be waste of all this here attraction.”

You jerk at his hand, pulling it from your mouth then yank at the fingers of the glove. He understands immediately, using his teeth to pull first one, then the other off.  Staring directly into your eyes he covers your mouth with one palm, fingers digging into your cheek.

“Quiet as a church mouse,” he warns before ducking back down and nibbling at your breast. His other hand is on your thigh, pushing the skirt of the dress up slow enough you can tell he’s waiting for you to stop him.

You don’t, spreading your legs wider instead and shifting so he can cup his hand over your panties. It’s his turn to groan, albeit quieter than you had, fingers jerking at the cotton and twisting so he can slip against you.

“Ah, darlin’, you’re fucking soaked.” His accent is coming thicker somehow, laying over you like a blanket. His fingers toy between your thighs before pushing further, flicking over your clit.

It’s a good thing he’s got a hand over your mouth because you can’t hold back the noise you make. Suddenly he’s gone and you want to protest. You’ll beg, you’ll promise him anything, just…

He’s jerking at his belt and in your befuddled state it takes a minute to realize what he’s doing. But then you’re there with him, unzipping his pants and pushing them down far enough that his cock can spring free. It’s even hotter than the rest of him, enough to make you wonder if he’ll burn as you take him into your hand. He thrusts into your palm before knocking it away, guiding himself towards your center.

You try to brace yourself, try to relax into what you know is coming. But you can’t help the small muffled cry, or the way your eyes widen when he shoves himself into you. Your body goes rigid and his eyes meet yours, rounded with shock.

“Oh darlin’,” he mutters, his grip on your jaw relaxing slightly. He’s wide, almost impossibly so, even barely inside you can feel the stretch. “You sure about this?”

You nod, gripping his waist and trying to adjust your legs to take him easier. He watches you this time, easing forward in short movements a quarter inch at a time. Your slick eases the way and he finally seats himself, hips flush to yours.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every twitch of him hard and hot inside of you. It’s scorching, almost uncomfortably so, but you can’t get enough. Soon the pain fades and you clutch your knees to his hips, arching your back to take him deeper. He growls when you do, tilting his head to bite against your neck.

It’s not gentle, not slow and rocking like you imagined it might be. No, it’s one hand over your mouth while he fucks you into the floor. You can feel his panting breath against your skin, hear the scrape of his knees on stone, smell the lingering scent of the chem he takes.

He arches over you, stilling suddenly and you feel a surge of disappointment. You knew it was likely this was how it would go - every bit of your education had been centered around your partner’s pleasure. Yet after last night you can’t help but feel like you’ve missed out, that this could have been so much better. He’d taken his time then, had seemed to enjoy getting you off.

“Not a peep,” he says lowly, eyes fixed somewhere over your head. You listen, so caught up in what was happening you had entirely missed the shuffling footsteps not ten feet away. Whatever it was was heavy, the ground rumbling beneath you.

Not thinking twice, you arch your back so you can tilt your head, trying to see what is happening. The movement causes the Cowboy to slip deeper inside of you and he hisses. The hand on your mouth goes to your throat, almost slamming you back to the floor and holding you there while he glares down at you. 

He hadn’t finished after all.

The warning look is all you get before he begins to move again - the new angle punching something delicious inside of you. It’s too slow, not enough to come, but you can feel it building even as the monster in the room roars. He fucks you like that until the deathclaw leaves - slow, almost angry thrusts that make your entire body rock. By the time he speeds up you can feel tears at the corners of your eyes, your hands clawing against his back.

“Please,” you whisper, eyes pleading, “please.”

He glances over your head then leans down, lips next to your ear. “You wanna come for me, darlin’? Squeeze that little pussy around my cock til I fill you up?” He snarls at the last word, shaking his head slightly and adjusting just a fraction.

It’s enough, you come with a strangled cry that he cuts off with a fist around your throat. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced, the edges of your vision going black as your body shudders beneath his. You hear him curse, feel him move, and then he splashes across your stomach and thighs.

It takes a moment for his grip to loosen, for him to let you take a gasping gulp of air and blink up at him with wide eyes. He looks just as dumbstruck, his lips parted and you can see his pink tongue run along his lower teeth. He leans down slowly, his eyes dropping to your lips…

You turn away.

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[jungle-angel]

Two Birds In A Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob are just beginning to build your lives in Montana and hope that your family will grow with it

Warnings: Talks about starting a family, wanting a family, smut etc.

Your moans were tied together with Bob's even as you felt him gutter into you, an explosion of warmth blooming between your legs as your heavy breathing began to even out with each other's. You reached up, placing a hot hand against Bob's chest, feeling his fast heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Oh baby," he sighed happily, nuzzling your cheeks and your jaw. "My sweet (y/n), I can't get enough of you."

You giggled a little as you felt his baby smooth skin against yours, the both of you still sensitive to each other's kissing and caressing. Bob helped you up from your bed and into the bathroom, running a hot bath for the both of you to get you cleaned up. God it was heaven being in your brand new bathroom and not having to worry about who would be up at some ungodly hour of the morning to hog the shower. The steam carried with it the smell of Bob's Irish Spring body wash that he used on the both of you, gently washing every part of you that he could touch. Back into your shared bedroom you both went, crawling under the warm covers as the blizzard outside began to rage. Your house however, was so cozy and warm, the dogs sleeping soundly in their crates while the cats had taken to the laundry room in the finished basement.

You and Bob lay facing each other, chest to chest, tits pressing against each other and still warm from the bath. He looked like a dream with his soft cheeks, his limpid blue eyes that reminded you of the forget-me-nots that popped in your garden every spring. The lazy but loving smile on his face was almost the same as his dad's, the spitting image in all those family photos of Bob as a baby being held by Joe, his father.

Yet there was something that stirred and ached in your chest. You couldn't put your finger on what it was or why it was there, but it was.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Bob asked, seeing the worrisome look playing with your face.

"Do you ever feel like something's missing?" you asked in reply.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," you answered a little sadly. "I just.....I pass by one of the empty rooms and all I can see in there is you standing over a crib.....a little baby in your arms.....maybe you're sitting in the rocker singing and rocking him or her to sleep."

Bob could feel his eyes burning and a few loose tears beginning to form. Growing up the youngest in a big family, he spent endless days playing with all his nieces and nephews, sometimes watching them while his brothers and sisters either didn't have the time to do so or had to go on a SEAL team mission like his oldest sister, Reagan's husband. Picking them up from school, playing with them and taking care of them had made him feel as though there had been a hole somewhere that he could just hardly fill. Ever since the two of you had gotten married, he wanted so badly to have just that....a family of your own and a house that truly felt like home.

"Oh baby," he cooed, kissing your cheeks. "It'll happen, don't you worry."

You had hoped so. God you had hoped so. It was all you could think about, even when you were at the school trying to teach your fifth graders about ancient India and having to fill one side of the chalkboard with a drawing from The Ramayana. Now that you and Bob could finally have the time to try, you were excited, happy, nervous and scared all at once.

"Do you....do you wanna try?" you asked him a little meekly.

You felt him roll his body on top of yours, the heat intensifying a little bit from the heavy duvet you only used in the winter. "Hell yes," Bob murmured, his lips gently grazing against yours.

You felt him kiss you gently, just as he had done earlier that night, the wetness beginning to build again between your legs as his red hot, throbbing cock slipped inside you with ease. You sighed and moaned happily as his hips thrust gently in and out of you, slowly drawing your orgasm out of you. It was almost like the blizzard outside, dizzying and a wild flurry of moans, groaning and skin slapping against skin before everything calmed down and you and Bob were resting skin-to-skin against each other.

"You think this one will take?" you asked sleepily.

"I've got a feeling," Bob yawned.

Sure enough it did. After almost a week of you waking up sick, you and Bob were over the moon to find that it had taken, the tears filling his eyes when he hears the baby's heartbeat for the first time, more so when you learn that it's a little boy, your tiny little August Robert Floyd, who becomes the biggest blessing your family has ever received.

[mixtape-racha]

stupid for you | han jisung

you really shouldn't feed into your boyfriends perv-like tendancies, but how can you help it when he's just so pretty begging for you to touch him? // 18+, minors dni

words: 1.15k // warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, use of pet names, jisung and reader refer to himself as sir, jisung and reader refer to reader as mommy, light perv!jisung, somnophilia, switch!jisung, switch!reader, use of mommy, use of sir, cum talk, reader calls jisung dumb and disgusting (lovingly), slapping (once)

“please, pretty baby, please please– i’ll beg all night if you want–”

jisung is such a whiny shit when he desperately wants something. which, with how obsessed he is with your body, is more often than you’d think. and god knows he looks good doing it.

which is why you’re in your current predicament - you straddling his bare waist, his hands pinned in place above his head, his hips jutting up into you as you glare at him.

“you can beg as much as you want, sung, but its not happening. you really think you deserve to fuck me after what you pulled earlier?”

he was really pulling out all the stops, jutting his lower lip out and putting on his prettiest puppy eyes. you think you can see tears welling up too. fuck.

“but angel, i couldn’t help it! you know i’d never be bad on purpose.”

“jisung, all you know is being bad. those were brand new underwear, and you know that because you were there when i got them. but still, something in your silly little brain thought it’d be a good idea to use them to get yourself off, huh?”

your grip on his wrists tightened, and you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched when he whimpered and shook his head frantically.

“no, mommy please, i’m–”

“i swear to god if you say sorry one more time i’m going to stuff that big mouth, got it? I don’t wanna hear another noise from you. we both know you wanted to get caught, or you wouldn’t have paraded yourself around while my panties sat here covered in your cum, would they? honestly, pup, you’re dumb and disgusting, but you’re not that stupid.”

jisung’s eyes glazed over and his cock twitched behind you at your words, and you knew deep down you couldn’t keep it up much longer. he was just too cute.

your next words sparked a world of excitement behind his eyes, and he drooled as you kissed him harshly - all teeth and spit.

“mommy’s gonna suck you dry now, baby. but if you move, or make any noise, you’re not cumming for the next week.”

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“fuck baby, stay still. you feel so good like that.”

you whined, sleep falling away from you fast and not understanding why your body felt like it was rocking, as if you were on a boat.

“sungie, wha–?”

oh. that’s what the rocking was. jisung’s cock was rutting gently between your thighs, and he’d somehow manhandled your sleep-shorts and panties so they were sitting by your knees.

“sung, what’s goin’ on?” you mumbled, voice croaky from sleep and lack of use.

he grunted, hips still rocking, stomach bumping your ass from the position you were in.

“jus’ looked so good there, doll. whinin’ in your sleep for me. almost like you love the way i perv on you. makes you almost as disgusting as me, huh?”

his words threw you, with the sleepiness still washing over you, your head going fuzzy.

“no. m’good girl. jus’ wanna make sungie feel good.” your brow furrowed as his hips sped up.

“so good just laying there for me ready to use. sleeping in such revealing clothes. makes it so easy for me, angel face.”

“wanna touch, sung. please~”

his groans grew louder, hot breath fanning all over your neck from where he lay behind you.

“god, yeah, baby. come touch, make your sungie feel good.”

what he wasn’t expected was for you to crawl under the duvet and wrap your warm lips around his cockhead. in fact, he could’ve came on the spot just from the way you huffed a breath of warm air through your nose, the sensation hitting his pubic bone with glee.

he threw the duvet off the bed, eyes fixed on the way you kitten-licked the tip, eyes still glazed over with tiredness. even in the dead of night, especially in the dead of night, you’d still feed into his fantasies like they were just as much your own. 

god, you were perfect.

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“all laid out so pretty for me, huh? good thing the guys have left now, wouldn’t want them seeing you be such a slut, would we?”

you wanted to slap the smug look off of your boyfriend’s face, not even attempting to cover your naked body. it was all his fault anyway. the guys had all come over for a movie and games night - meaning there were seven other men in your living room - and your boyfriend thought it would be funny to rile you up under your blanket on the couch by rubbing your clit through your panties, hand delicately stuffed under your jogging bottoms.

he got you so close to an orgasm more times than you could count, then ripped his hand away, tuning into a conversation instead - ignoring all your attempts to drag him into the bathroom for a quickie to subdue the pull in your abdomen.

so, of course you pretended to have a migraine and stayed hidden in your bedroom instead, making yourself cum multiple times knowing it would piss him off more that he didn’t get to see the way your face twisted with pleasure each time. what else were you supposed to do?

“what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?”

“fuck off.” you mumbled, eyes glued to the bedsheets from your position on your knees waiting for him.

“wanna repeat that, angel? and think carefully before you answer that.”

you couldn't bring yourself to look up, knowing the flash of anger that would be on his face. he hated it when you got an attitude with him. maybe thats why you enjoyed it so much.

“you’re so annoying, jisung. i almost think you want the guys to watch you fuck me at this point.”

slap. 

oh. 

slapping was a new thing in the bedroom with you and jisung, but you couldn’t deny the way you positively dripped at the burn on your cheek.

a fizz of anger waved over jisung’s face, and he gripped your chin, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opened.

“you really like winding me up, huh? you don’t get to talk about other men when you’re sitting here all pretty like that.”

god, he was absolutely throbbing in his pants, and it was so obvious where you were almost eye level with his cock. Drooling, you reached out for his waistband, looking up at him with a silent beg for permission.

“m’sorry, sir. jus’ wanna have you inside me, please!”

the way you were trembling under his touch, the tears in your eyes and drool dripping from you chin. the way you were rubbing your thighs together, jisung could almost guarantee there was a wet patch on the duvet underneath you now.

“you just wanna be stuffed with sir’s cock, huh baby? go so dumb, so fucking cockdrunk like always, yeah? well, i can’t deny you that now, can i?”

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants

A sequel to Every Baby Needs a Daddy that is really just a Corroded King love-fest. Mostly fluff! Will there be drama? Still contemplating that. Stay tuned!

Read on AO3

Steve thought about the night he met Eddie. Cold, hungry, feeling pathetic. But he happened to spark up a conversation with an alpha in a bar that he vaguely recognized. And now…well, now he wasn’t cold. He was sitting on a very nice rocking chair with the AC at the perfect temperature. He wasn’t hungry. The kitchen was always fully stocked with whatever he might want. It had been since before he moved in but ever since he started getting pregnancy cravings, his pack made certain just about every food under the sun was available.

And it was hard to feel pathetic and unlovable when there were four men practically worshipping him everyday. The love in their home increased tenfold when the pups arrived. Violet Adams, born of him and Jeff Adams, and Vanessa Munson born of him and Eddie.

Violet was napping in a crib nearby while Steve held Vanessa to his chest. Eddie was sitting across from them, strumming his acoustic idly, making naptime feel all the more warm and fuzzy. Steve adjusted his hold on Vanessa, helping her to latch on properly. Eddie was strumming softly just across from them but he could always tell when he got too distracted. His hands would get slack on the strings. Steve didn’t even need to look up to know his jaw was in the same position too. But he did anyway. He liked his alpha looking longing.

“When’s it my turn?”, Eddie teased.

Steve shook his head but tried to keep his body still from disturbing his pup too much. “I think you’ve gotten plenty of turns.”

The moment Steve’s chest started to fill out from pregnancy, it was like Eddie had gotten a new toy. He wasn’t the only one in the pack that went crazy for his tits but he was the biggest culprit. 

Vanessa drank her fill and her eyelids got heavy now that her stomach was full. Steve put her in the crib on the opposite end of her sister. Once she was settled, he readjusted his shirt, covering himself up. Eddie swallowed in a way that wasn’t subtle at all. 

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Their days were filled with domestic bliss most of the time. Steve had experienced a bit of the limelight here and there but since they realized the twins were on the way he went out less. Now though, he was feeling the edges of cabin fever. He and his mates were able to go out to eat more often since Eddie’s Uncle Wayne and Jeff’s mother Beatrice moved in to help with the twins.

There was something so special to Steve about having three generations living under one roof. He almost wished his parents could be a part of it. He’d even sent them photographs of his daughters through the mail. They hadn’t said a word since he and Eddie were officially married and his name was changed from Harrington to Munson and they dropped the case against him.

It seemed like they wanted no part in his life and Steve wasn’t going to force them into it.

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It was close to evening when Steve found Eddie in the basement, writing while lounging in the home studio the band sometimes worked on. He crawled right on top of him and scented his alpha, purring as he got comfortable.

“Daddy.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy, ‘m hungry.”

Eddie set the notebook and pencil down and rubbed Steve’s back. “And what does my baby wanna eat?”

About half an hour later, Steve was being hand-fed lobster by Eddie in a restaurant so exclusive, it felt like you needed a password to get in. Steve had started out using his own fork and knife to eat, but he let out one moan of pleasure at the food and Eddie started serving him personally.

“Tastes good, baby?”

“Mmm, so good.”

The wait staff was the kind that didn’t constantly come around the table and the lighting was on the low, romantic side. Just the right kind of atmosphere that Steve didn’t feel self conscious about the sounds he let out. There had been more than once when Steve felt like he was in danger of losing Eddie and the other’s interest. When he started getting heavy with pregnancy, only to have them adore his growing body.

When he finally gave birth and saw his parts of him now sagged and stretched, only for their gazes to still be in awe. It got to the point that Eddie wanted to use some of the pics from his maternity shoot on their next album.

And he only got more brazen with his shows of affection as time went on. One hand kept feeding Steve, sometimes licking away crumbs left on the corners of his mouth. The other hand was, innocently (at least at the moment), rubbing circles on his stomach.

“You really spoil me”, Steve said after swallowing his last bite.

“Sweet thing, not even this feels like enough”, Eddie confessed. His hand dipped further under the table, further down Steve’s body.

Steve spread his legs, even putting one in Eddie’s lap so that his mate could touch him more. Taking the advantage, Eddie expertly opened up his pants and it took very little coaxing to have Steve grinding against his hand. Eddie’s attention was held by his love’s enraptured expression, but then it moved down to the two dark dots forming on his shirt. 

“Fuck”, Eddie whispered, mouth watering as he imagined taking a tit in his mouth right now, draining Steve through the fabric.

Instead, he pulled his hand out of his pants, heart breaking on the whine it elicited but staying strong. Eddie shushed him gently and kissed his cheek.

“Let’s get you somewhere a little more comfortable.”

That ended up being the backseat of a car, a familiar in-between when either of them got too riled up for being in public and yet couldn’t wait until they got home. Steve straddled his alpha’s lap and started to unbutton his shirt. His nipples glistened in the moonlight and Eddie reached out reverently. 

He buried his face in Steve’s chest, scenting his sweetness there and then gave one of his nipples a lick, lapping at it and taking his time. Like an aperitif before the main dish. Only when Steve grabbed the back of his head, pushing him in more did he wrap his lips around and start to suck in earnest. 

Steve started to grind again, just like in the restaurant. But instead of getting off on Eddie’s fingers, he used his husband’s thigh, pressing down, feeling slick gush out and make him slide even more. Eddie was getting off on him, on the sweet milk that he made for their pups.

“Daddy, Daddy please”, Steve begged, though he wasn’t sure what for.

One of Eddie’s hands snaked up his back, doing his part to keep himself latched onto the beautiful breast in his mouth. The other went to his ass, spurring him on to keep going as he got closer to his climax. Eddie groaned against his skin, it was impossible to get enough. Not wanting to ignore the other one, he pulled off, licking his way to the other side of Steve’s chest and took that nipple into his mouth.

Steve’s pleas turned to wordless moaning as he ground down and suddenly he was seeing stars. His whole body shook as the waves of pleasure rocked through him and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was.

Eddie licked his lips. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were in heat, sweetheart.”

The laugh Steve let out was shaky and breathless as he ran a hand through his hair. Every time felt like he was in heat. Every time one of them put their hands on him, Steve felt like a slave to desire. Was this what it was like to be in love? It must be.

“You take such good care of me, Daddy”, Steve said, arms coming around his shoulders.

“Course I do. You’re mine, Stevie. And I’m never letting you go.”

Part 2

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Ooh okay thanks for clearing that up lol

Imagine Gabi resisting the urge to chomp Victor after a bad match lol, and Baby Benji shooting webs at anything and everything. Climbing up to the ceiling and crawling away from Miguel trying to catch him. Omg imagine a Mayday and Baby Benji playdate 🥺

Omg the chaos and the webs all over the house. 😂😂 Poor Mama and Miguel will be all disheveled but she'd love the more her babies. ❤️

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"Puta Madre" (Fucking shit) Miguel mumbled as his heart pounded heavy on his chest as he caught last minute Benjamin. Which had taken an apparent liking at climbing walls, find his Papa and drop himself to be caught by his large hands with a bubbling laugh.

"(Name) cariño! Found Benji." he sighed as his son took his face and giggled. A couple of teeth displaying in his drooly mouth.

Teething had manifesting in so many ways in little Benjamin. He'd love to chew your fingers until his discomfort was gone, but your fingers could only last for much and Miguel decided to design him special little things for him to chew until he fell asleep.

Something that had helped to tame the chaos in the house. Gabi on the other hand was freaking out when her canines were growing a bit too large making her speech to come out as a mumbling. Miguel of course had taught her how to keep em at bay. They only poked out when she felt particularly angry.

When Peter asked you both to take care of Mayday for a day, you thought that it would be easy, considering you already had two little spiders under your permanent care.

But oh how sadly mistaken you were.

Mayday was just like his father. A little too reckless and clumsy.

"Get her!" You fell flat on your stomach with an 'oomph' while trying to get Mayday out of the kitchen. Benji had followed and dropped himself, heart pounding in your ears as he swayed mid air as his web supported his weigh on the roof.

Both kids erupted in laughter at your evident distress.

"No puedo más" Miguel mumbled ad he pinched his nose bridge and you remained on the floor. Exhausted.

"Im so getting lavender humidifiers and sleeping song for babies." You mumbled as both toddlers landed carefully on Miguel's shoulders.

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Benji was snuggled against Miguel's chest as he rocked him to sleep and rubbed his back. You on the other hand were holding Mayday, singing her a small lullaby while he sucked her finger and fought off sleep. Closing her eyes eventually. You found yourself smiling at her fondly.

"I know that look." Miguel looked at you with a small smile on his tired face.

"I now understand why she wants a sister so badly" You whispered and put Mayday on Benjamin's crib, Miguel followed and once both toddlers were sleeping he pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

"Wanna give Gabi a sister?"

You giggled quietly and nodded

"Not today though, we need sleep."

"Ni que lo digas" (You tell me.)

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 20: Corruption(Will you touch me?)

warnings/kinks: virginity loss, corruption, unprotected sex, reader takes the place of Aerith, dry humping, kissing, creampie word count: o.7k pairings: Zack Fair x Fem!Reader teaser: “Are you wearing that perfume that I love so much?” Zack asks once more, sniffing you. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

Being in love with Zack was so easy. He’s such a sweet boyfriend, always loyal and willing to make you happy. It surprises you that he’s not spoken for when you first get together with him. What surprises you even more is that he’s never had sex. He tells you this in secret, hoping you won’t ever tell anyone else. You know you’ll take this secret to the grave…or until you decide to deflower him.

You decide to plan the night perfectly. You know that Zack deserves a romantic first time. In your apartment, you begin by doing the laundry and making the bed so comfortable. Then you take a long bath, pampering yourself and dolling yourself up for the man you absolutely adore. Afterward, you begin getting dinner ready.

The time goes by quickly and you wait with bated breath for your man to arrive home. But the minutes keep ticking by, and still he doesn’t show his face. Soon, your dinner plans are ruined and you just feel so sad to be kind of stood up in this way. You sit on the couch, eating your portion of dinner.

It’s not long after this that Zack comes home, a sheepish smile on his face and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in his hands.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Zack says as he approaches you. His smile falters when he sees how much effort you’ve put into this night.

But you’re just so happy to see him. You know with his line of work, it could be such a threat to his life. You often worry about losing him. So you waste no time, throwing yourself into his arms and pressing soft kisses all over his face.

“I’m just so happy you’re home now.”

Zack smiles happily, his eyes crinkling from being so happy. He holds you in his arms, hugging you so tightly to his chest. He then gets a whiff of your perfume, and he suddenly feels his pants getting a little tighter.

“Are you wearing that perfume that I love so much?” Zack asks once more, sniffing you.

You smirk, “Yeah, tonight is a special night.”

It takes him a few seconds to clue in, but once he does, he’s so happy. He brings you into the bedroom, gently tossing you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce on the soft bed, looking up at your lover. Zack begins shedding his clothes, leaving him in only his underwear. He crawls on top of you, eager to capture your lips with his.

Your kisses grow more and more heated as he begins to strip you of your comfortable clothes. You let out soft moans as he kisses and nips at your soft skin. Zack’s eyes flutter shut as you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

“Tonight is a special night,” you whisper softly. “It’s time…”

Zack smirks at you, knowing exactly what you mean. You help maneuver him under you, straddling the sculptured man. With a bit more making out and dry humping, the two of you can hardly take it anymore. Zack helps you out of your underwear and you help him out of his.

You watch as his eyes roll back into his head as you slowly lower yourself down onto his thick cock. You’ve never ever felt anything fill you up quite like this. Zack lets out the cutest little panting moans, his cock throbbing deep inside of you. You can tell he’ll have a hard time holding on, but you know that Zack has great stamina. He’ll be back up and hard for you in no time.

“F-feels so good,” he moans. “Wanna fuck you so hard, but…yer pussy’s so tight.”

You giggle softly at his fucked out voice. He’s completely in bliss right now. You slowly begin rocking your hips, and you feel his hands on your body just gently caressing. It doesn’t take long for him to begin moaning about being so close to his orgasm.

“Cum in me,” you coax him. “Cum for me, pretty baby.”

He cries out, his eyes screwing shut at the most pleasurable thing he’s ever felt in his life. Your little walls squeeze him so tight, making it impossible to hold on any longer. Spurts of hot cum begin to paint your insides, making all of this so much more slick than before.

You try to come to a stop, but Zack is not done with you. He looks up at you with lust glazing his eyes, a soft smirk on his face.

“Need more, baby. More please…”