#Since I wasn't around for Sinday

[navybrat817]

OMG NAVYYY HII HOW ARE YA😭😭😭 ever since i watched seb's scene in ghosted ive been so... well... there's no way to say this diplomatically but anyways it got me thinking- you know god spends a lot of time waiting.. for his targets or sum shit.. he must get... bored(wink wink) ya know??? so maybe sometimes his gf comes along with him.. to keep him company.. in that car😏😏😏 and i dont think i need to say anything else you can work ur magic✨✨✨

ANYWAYS BYE LOVE YOU ❤️

Not too bad, nonnie! Hope you're well and hope you enjoy this.

Gentle Sin

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: You keep God company. Word Count: Over 1.05k Warnings: S/mut, c/ockwarming, p/ossessive behavior, talk of v/iolence, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Um. This was unexpected! Happy Sinday, lovelies? 🔥 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It wasn't unusual for God to hide in vehicles or other places to track and collect whatever criminal or individual he was responsible for. The private agent possessed a certain level of patience suited for his job. It didn't mean he always enjoyed waiting, even when the payoff was more than enough. Which is why you were only half surprised when you got a message to meet him in the back of some random car.

"Come keep my cock warm, Angel."

It wasn't a suggestion and his demands weren't something for you to ignore.

"You know one of the things I love about you? You act as if this isn't where you belong, but your pussy knows exactly who she belongs to."

Fucking traitor.

You breathed in and out slowly through your nose as two of his fingers slid across your tongue. He hardly spoke a word when you showed up in the darkened parking lot, both of you careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves as you shuffled around in the backseat. He didn't have to tell you to lose the panties. They were gone the moment he reached out. 

"Did you know there are two main reasons why it's painful for people to wait for things?" he asked, changing the subject.

Loves the sound of his own voice.

"Mmm," you replied, unable to say anything with his fingers pushing deeper into your mouth. What would he do if you bit them? You could figure that out another day.

"One reason is the unknown. They don't know what's coming and they can't stand it," he said, rolling his hips beneath you. Your warm pussy didn't seem to distract him from his mission, the gun in his other hand ready for him to use. "The other is dealing with something they don't want to deal with in the first place."

You moaned when he brought his mouth to your neck and dragged it along your skin, the light scratch from scruff bringing goosebumps to the surface. Every sound you made, every clench of your wet walls fueled his ego. The sin he carved into you was gentle in comparison to the wrath you knew he unleashed on others.

You were special in his eyes. 

"You think you know what's coming, Angel, but I have a surprise for you," he said as he removed his fingers.

"And what's that?" you asked, wondering if he planned on using his ring tonight. "Me coming on your cock and you coming inside me? Not much of a surprise."

Was it too much to admit you loved how he filled you to the brim? That you craved when he spilled hot and thick inside you and claimed every inch of you as his? But you carried power, too. Your cunt did wonders on this man and it was a weapon you enjoyed wielding.

He brought his wet fingers under your skirt with a grunt, seeking out your clit with an expert touch. You didn't have to see the smirk on his face when you arched your back to know it was there. It was a look engraved in your mind the moment he made you his. "That's not the unknown. We already knew the night would end like that because I always get you off."

Cocky bastard. I get you off, too.

"Then what is it?" you asked, whimpering as he teased your bundle of nerves. Your essence soaked the curls as the base of his cock at this point as he tapped the glass with the gun. 

"Your ex-boyfriend skipped bail," he answered, his voice softer and deeper than before. "I don't have to tell you his name and I better not hear you say it."

You managed not to shriek when he pinched your clit, a ripple of pleasured pain causing your toes to curl. You knew exactly who he was talking about and it was one of the reasons he was your ex. Funnily enough you'd end up with someone who is both worse and better. "God, is that why you wanted me here?"

He had no lesson to teach you because you did nothing wrong.

"Partially why. You'll worship no one else before me and I want you to remember that," he said, tapping the glass again like he wasn't playing you like a finely tuned instrument. You wanted to point out you didn't even know the bounty hunter when you dated your ex, but you bit your tongue. "And I have to wonder if I'll shoot my load into you before or after I shoot him."

Was he going to kill him for merely skipping bail? Wasn't he supposed to bring him in alive? Why did the thought scare you and turn you on?

You gripped his arm for purchase when your body began to shake. During one of his ramblings to you, he mentioned he attuned his senses to everything around him. The orgasms he pulled from you proved that and you understood where some of his confidence came from at least. He also knew how to keep you on the edge without sending you over. 

God, just let me finish. 

"My beautiful, wet angel. Does that get you off? Knowing I want to shoot someone just because they touched you?" he lightly taunted, pressing an affectionate kiss against your shoulder. "Wasn't the tune you sang when I shot your partner, but I changed that, didn't I?"

"Don't talk about him," you snapped.

"Still sore about me doing my job?"

You shut your mouth. You couldn't fault him for that, but it was bad enough you willingly slept with the guy who killed your partner. Would good sex ease your guilty conscience?

"Well, your ex has no idea what's going to happen and he doesn't want to face his crimes. Too fucking bad," he said, pulling his fingers away as you teetered on the edge. "And I want him to see what it's like for a god to take you apart. I want him to see you're mine now. Then I'll take him in. After shooting him for good measure."

He shoved his fingers back in your mouth before you could respond. 

"That's it. Taste your sin on my fingers. Plenty more where that came from before the night is through."

I couldn't help myself! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

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[darlingsfandom]

no thoughts just cillian taking you from behind

happy sinday!!

Happy sinday ✨

not sure why my brain first thought about public-ish sex but that's where it went !

The studio was a bit chilly as you sat behind the camera next to the snack table. You put on your little jacket over the spaghetti straps of your dress and flipped your hair out of the way once you were done. You were a bit exhausted since this was Cillians fourth interview of the day, but it's how you got to spend time with him when he wasn't off filming.

As the interview went on you suddenly felt your ears burning.

"Now Cillian, we have to know about these rumors that have been surfacing over the last few weeks.... do you have a girlfriend who's half your age?" The interviewer smirked to himself as Cillian rubbed his mouth and looked over at you. It wasn't like you two were trying to be a secret , it was just easy to be one since you didn't go out much. You both liked being in each down company and privacy. Cillian looked back at the interviewer as he looked at you and all you could do was give a small wave . "Is that her?? She's a beaut!" Cillians eyes quickly turned dark as your cheeks turned red.

"Yes that's her, she's MY lovely girlfriend." Cillian sat up straight as you felt the familiar heat pool between your legs. You carefully got out of the chair and excused yourself to the bathroom. Cillian excused himself after you to check on you to make sure you're okay after all you weren't use to all of these interviews in one day or so he said so no one would get suspect anything.

It took Cillian a few minutes to find you standing outside the bathroom. He grabbed your hand, pulled you inside and into the stall. His lips latched onto yours hungrily. "Cill... are you sure you want to do this here?" You mumbled between the sloppy kisses. You read his face and nodded before you turned around and lifted up your dress.

"Good girl!" He gave you a harsh spanking as he grabbed your hips and straightened you while your cheek was pressed against the cold stall door. His hands fumbled with his pants until you heard the clink of his belt of the ground. "Look at that baby, you're already wet and I haven't done one thing to you besides look at you." The stretch when he slid his cock into was the familiar burn you were use too. Cillian waited a minute before slowly thrusting into you. He was gentle at first making sure you felt every inch of him deep inside of your wet cunt. You looked over your shoulder at him with those precious doe eyes of yours before he yanked the ends of your hair and pulled you so your back was flat against his chest while his thrusts got faster. His free hand stayed covered over your mouth to make sure your moans were kept for his ears only.

Cillian breathed hard into your ear while pumping into you harder and harder as he let go of your hair and used that hand to reach into your dress and squeeze your breasts. You yelled into his hand as he toyed with your nipples while the sounds of his balls slapping from behind you echoed into the bathroom. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your orgasm took you by surprise because it wasn't your normal one, you had squirted. It wasn't your first squirt but it still took you by surprise to see the evidence all over your legs , the stall and the bathroom floor.

"Good girl!" Cillian kissed the back of your neck as he held you up a little to finish fucking you from behind until his own orgasm filled you up. You could feel the stickiness ooze down your thighs as he pulled out slowly. Cillian grabbed some tissue to clean you up and himself before he turned you around and kissed you lovingly. Once you to were cleaned up, you left the bathroom one at a time before he returned to his interview while you were back in that seat that you started in.

"Good to have you back Cillian, seems like you had a good time." The interviewer pointed to his own neck as Cillian put his hand on his neck and cleared his throat when he realized that you left a nice surprise called a big fat hickey on the side of his beautiful neck .

[pleasuregave]

somewhat kinky prompts // accepting // @littledancingphoenix sent . . .

{IT'S SINDAY SO I AM REQUIRED! XD}

[table] <3

send [table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public

It's not quite Spring yet, but the days have been getting warmer & the sun's been out more often, all of which were ingredients that trigger Jin's instincts. He tried to behave himself since they were both dining out, but there were signs. His eyes kept wandering to Xiaoyu's chest instead of her face.

Jin thought he could ignore his urges. He has before when they went into heat. However, this was a unique situation. Devil was also strongly attracted to Xiaoyu. With both Devil & the heat overwhelming him, Jin couldn't resist, & when she sat down next to him, when he could smell her, feel her heat radiating on him . . . Jin lost it.

He placed the chopsticks down, & his hand went underneath the table, & lift her dress just enough to slip his fingers down her panties. His eyes quickly glanced around to ascertain the coast was clear. Luckily, the restaurant wasn't very busy at this time, only a few other people. & since the place served alcohol, he didn't have to worry about anyone but other adults.

❝ Shh, shhh, ❞ he hushed, suspecting she may make noises as his fingers slide between her soft lips, the tips pressing against her clit & rubbing it in a circular motion, faster than his usual starting speed with her. His heat was making him much more bolder, dominant . . . unfortunately for him, at the wrong time & place, though.

[heroesoath]

SINDAY HEADCANON ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

in alphabetical order under the cut because i'm not a heathen.

ALEX

Alex takes orders really well, tell him what you want and he will comply with a little smile or smirk and he'll get to work! And I need it to be known that there is a REASON Lorna and Madelyne keep letting him back in and it's 100% because he's good at using his mouth, and his jaw almost always has some stubble so it's great for sensations and stimulation.

Alex is hot, I mean that literally, his powers makes energy and plasma store inside his body so he runs hot. If it's winter? He adds an extra layer of comfort during sex since he's just a blonde weighted blanket.

Likes being pegged, look at his Goblin Prince era.

When it comes to men he's a versatile king, he can be a submissive bottom or a eager top, best of both worlds - Hannah Montana.

When he was younger he did have issues of using his powers during intimate moments but it was ONLY when he was solo. He's far too terrified of his own abilities and how dangerous they are to ever accidentally use them in bed now. He keeps that control no matter what. ( Eyes might glow blue though )

*PULL HIS HAIR* He will moan and it's a delightful sound.

He likes fucking in the X-Jet lol ( it's leftovers from Alex and Lorna's time in space where their most favorite pastime was banging because there wasn't anything else to do idhfjks did )

Weird asf but he enjoys when people tear clothes from him, especially his uniform.

CLINT

Alex might be good at taking orders, but Clint is the ORAL KING. Bobbi makes numerous remarks about how long Clint can hold his breath, that man eats pussy / sucks dick like a ROCKSTAR.

Clint grew up in the circus and because of that he's very bendy, he can do lots of different positions, like go crazy babes.

Not sinful, but he's strangely good at after-care, he'll make coffee/tea, order pizza, clean up. A mess in real life does not translate to post sex, man has a reputation.

Because he is deaf, he prefers positions where he can see his partner's face. He wants to see them enjoying themselves since he can't hear them. On the other end, Clint is loud as he has no control of his volume so feel free to gag him!

Clint has very strong fingers from his archery so do with that info what you wish.

Enjoys being tied up.

DANI

Reminder that my Dani is a lesbian.

She's a dominant top, reading everything about her even from the early days of New Mutants, this woman will not take orders from anyone. She takes charge, she knows what's she's capable of and that's the tea.

She will unironically call someone good girl in bed and I hope this awakens something in all the sapphics out there.

She can and will make sex toys with her powers. You think those psionic arrows were all she can make?? Nah.

Because of her powers she can also make it seem like they are at any location. Wanna bang on the beach but can't fly there? No problem. Five class Paris suite?? Just relax and let Dani work her mirages.

Despite her top energy, Dani is a supreme cuddler, she enjoys showing affection and that translates into sex. Lots of kissing, lots of desperate grabbing, lots of face caressing.

JAMIE

Jamie has more control of his powers now, but he does sometimes lose control, so if the sex is intense don't be surprised if another Jamie pops out fugdvhfjd So if your muse is into a sudden threesome with two Jamies then you're golden.

He really is just a walking orgy so if you're super freaky just ask and he'll pop out a few duplicates and they can all have fun.

From his detective era, he does love sex on a desk. He "Thinks it's so NOIR."

JEAN

Already alluded to this today, but sex in the sky is so real. She can keep you both afloat with very little effort ( though if she gets with someone who flies she'd love to give some control up )

Jean's eyes glow pink during sex. She has enough control that she doesn't fling things around, but the room may shake a bit.

Her favorite lingerie is black, a call back to her Black Queen moment. She also wears a lot of backless dresses.

KISS HER NECK, MAKE HER FEEL DESIRED. She'll never admit this, but Scott cheating on her has left a scar. Jean wants to feel loved and desired, that she's enough.

She can be dominant or submissive, a versatile queen.

Because Jean is a cosmic entity at times, she loves powerful lovers, if they can be like two stars colliding into a big bang she'd be ultra satisfied.

She likes riding, yee haw.

Jean can cook breakfast and bake a bit, but she's not a great cook, so expect her to offer to go out for food after. A little date after a bang is just as valid as cooking in the kitchen! She's also just fine with coffee, cuddling and leftovers.

Woman is loud. Like she'll shout a name so loud the cosmos will hear because she's fire and life incarnate.

Random, but in my verse where Jean is still the White Phoenix of the Crown, the nexus of life, death and rebirth itself, I once read a fic where she brought someone into the White Hot Room just so she could bang because she wanted to feel human again and . . . idk that's a plot right there.

JOHN

MAGIC IN BED. John will do some absolute unhinged shit in bed via spells, sometimes even on accident.

Submissive. This man is not dominant in the slightest, he will if he finds like a submissive demon, he might TRY, but more often than not he's a pillow princess who curses and is loud.

He does love a power bottom though, ride him!

Probably uses such utter insane names in bed, he's NASTY, A FREAK, ROLL HIM INTO A BALL AND SLAP HIM AGAINST A WALL LIKE ONE OF THOSE STICKY HAND TOYS.

Sex for spells? Hot. Draw incantations on his chest and fuck him like it's a ritual.

JULIAN

Unlike Jean, Julian has less control over his powers so he absolutely lifts and throws objects with his mind if he's really into what's happening. His eyes glow green, the room is a lava lamp.

Because of his lack of hands, he uses his telekinesis for grabbing, psychic massages, and those psychic massages happen anywhere. Ever been fingers by someone's mind? He'll do it. Telekinesis sex is INTERESTING.

Julian loves chests, he's a boob man, whether it be women's or men's.

He has daddy/mommy issues, everyone who has followed me on his solo blog knows this. He's into it I fear.

Call him good boy to make his toes curl. He likes praise in general.

He might pretend to be someone casual, but in reality Julian might be one of my muses who gets attached the hardest? It makes it so his heart is easier broken, but he loves feeling a connection, he loves feeling loved and wanted on an intimate level.

Still enjoys casual sex, but the above is for those he's feeling HARD.

When he's with a man he's such a bottom. Fuck him and put him in his place lmao

KISS HIS STUMPS!! When he doesn't use the prosthetics after becoming comfortable with you, if you kiss where his hands used to be he's going to melt and the sex will be even better, I promise.

Women should always it on his face. ( And men lowkey ), but he loves performing oral.

If you're anti mutant you're not getting any. He's the most radical of my muses, humans more often annoy him than anything.

MARC

The three men all fuck differently, I'll need to do some #soulsearching to really find the differences, but I bet Marc fucks like the world is ending and his dog tags swing from around his neck.

Steven is the romantic one, candlelit tub time, roses and shit. He's a rich man with a desire for passion.

Jake is more of a mystery but he might just be a mixture of how Marc and Steven fuck, he's more of a casual / friends with benefits kind of guy though. Comes with his job as a cab driver.

Marc 100% fucks in the suit.

Do not call them by the wrong name. You will know who you're with based on their personalities, but it's an instant turn off if you get it wrong.

Marc is a daddy, I said what I said.

All of them eat women and men out like it's a meal and they are a starved victorian child F*UYDGHFUIO

PIOTR

He big, he will make that bed SLAM if he gets into it.

Despite the above, he is very careful. Piotr is a gentle man and will only get more rough with permission, but if someone wants it that way? He'll oblige.

He loves painting people when they are naked. It's not sexual at first, but if someone gets turned on by his skills and his gaze and his working artist hands then SO BE IT.

He's submissive by nature, but will absolutely be dominant if the mood call for it.

Same goes for being top/bottom, shorter men topping him?? A win.

Manhandling comes with the whole package, Piotr is strong, and he's just bigger than 90% of other people. But hey, if you just want to be picked up and banged?? He can do it.

The Steel form . . . might come out, but he's extremely reluctant. He never wants to hurt anyone, but if you ask for it, then it'll happen.

He's super about communication tbh, I'm noticing it as I write this down, he's just all about it and being a soft spoken king.

SURPRISE ANOTHER ORAL KING

He loves mapping lover's bodies with his mouth and hands

His pecs jiggle, grab them FUYDHFKJDHDH

His ass jiggles, grab it.

His (censored) -- I'm not finishing that

He likes sex in nature, in water, stuff like that. Anything that can give him artistic muse.

ZATANNA

MAGIC IN BED! But less freaky than John.

When you get her going and she starts speaking backwards you know you're doing a good job.

THE FISHNETS STAY ON

She dominates John Constantine, but in pretty much every other relationship she's a submissive queen.

Enjoys being tied up, enjoys giving herself over to another person and letting them take control since she always feels like she needs to be in control in other aspects of her life.

A romantic at heart, she loves inviting people to her giant bubble bath. Lots of sensual moments actually, she wants massages.

Bite her.

She also enjoys air sex, whether it's just her floating from her arousal or full on flying.

[sanguinesorcery]

It's Sunday! And I'm finally writing a Sinday OC Canon. Gasp, I know.

Due to Some Content (although it's not written in any sort of excessive detail), I'm putting this under a ReadMore. But be warned, it deals in topics such as child marriage, allusions to both domestic abuse and rape, and generalized violence and mild sexual content mentions because Sinday. If you choose to read further, that is on you.

Fariah's early trauma has affected her negatively, as one may expect.

She was barely sixteen years old when Turyl's coup happened, watching her friends and family be put to death in gruesome execution, to hear a tone of voice spill from her mother's severed head she had never heard before and still has the occasional nightmare about. She wasn't even done mourning when forced into the marriage with her usurper, when forced to do things and endure things no child should.

Things that still haunt her to this day, even suffering the survivor's guilt of murdering her husband to wrestle her throne, her people, and her life back. She has the support of a strong court and council, and close friends she considers family to her even now, but the scars remain.

But there is a pseudo-positive silver lining to all of this. Not all of it was negative, although a lot of it is. And that was the bond to her goddess lineage strengthening. Fariah remains the first Ariad since the peak of the Middle Age to have such strong ties to Katya, the Sidhe War Goddess who birthed the first of the Ariad lineage. As a result, her body mistranslates adrenaline in some very bizarre ways.

It should be noted that despite her past, Fariah is not afraid of sex. She is not afraid of the feelings of it, she is not afraid if it gets a little rougher than normal with established partners. She is more afraid of losing control; she does not like to be held down, she does not beg. A means of escape if she needs it, a means of control, and if she tells you to knock it off, you had better listen or she is taking pieces to get that control back.

Which makes this translation of adrenaline actually scare her a little in her rationality. Because it does not crop up if you accidentally startle her, it must be a continuous poisoning stream of it. And since she is most connected to Katya, it is the continuation of warfare and the progress of the war machine that gets it going. The sensory overwhelm to smell spent gunpowder and feel the rattling boom of the guns in her chest revvs the metaphoric engine, and a challenging opponent in the physical combat element isn't going to be shunned in the slightest.

Such overload translates as a high akin to arousal and wipes her ability to properly rationalize thought until all she wants is more. During this time, she is much more open to suggestion, as the part of her brain that would make her think about things is pushed to secondary needs rather than primary. Granted, she is also a lot less human and a lot more blood-crazed at this point, so it's easier for those around her to let her shake it off or go stumbling off to take care of it herself in the dissipating haze that follows such moments.

Funnily enough, though the raw feral emotion from her does ripple the hivemind, it translates in others around her not as sexual arousal but as wrath. In such ways, does she embody many facets of Katya and her blessings and curses.

[thehandworld]

It's been so long since I wrote smut... In a drabble. That I'm not sure how good this is... Anyway. 1859 smut drabble for Sinday! Relationship with @whiskeysmulti's Hibari. Kink list: slightly bondage and edging. I guess marking... With scratches and bites.

"Tell me if it's too much." Gentle words even though what was going on wasn't, moaning the storm answered as his body was shivering and shaking, his hand handcuffed over his head and into the bed. Stopping him from doing anything other than appreciating what Hibari was doing.

Hand trailing his chest, as lips let hickeys over his neck, moaning in answer as Hayato shivered with that, so little, but so much for his body, it was already known for both that his body was sensitive so everything felt so much more than what already was. Yet Gokudera loved it, as once again he felt hands lightly scratching the side of his body.

Shaking and trembling, a hand going down his cock, stroking it with slight pressure, but as well rubbing the tip, making the Storm tremble and bite his lips to not moan. Kyoya ~ His voice sounded melted by the pleasure as the Cloud kept stroking his cock and biting his neck to let a nice mark on it. "Remember, no cumming."

The storm moans at that as he clenches his hands, he isn't sure why Hibari wants to deny him, but he knows one thing, he loved it. The lack of control made everything so much more exciting, but as well, it also gave Gokudera a sense of relaxation that he couldn't describe.

As if Kyoya already knew, he would stop stroking his cock before Hayato could cum, which made him slightly upset, but as well, it was what he asked, so he couldn't really be upset at the other. "You are doing great love." A gentle kiss into his lips, as Hayato breathes quick.

After a few minutes, he felt the Cloud's hand again wrapping around his cock, and once again his body jolted, arching his back and moaning, as she shivered. With each denying his body was getting more and more worked up and making him slowly forget all the paperwork, problems, and whatever he had.

He felt Hibari's hand also using the precum to circle around his anus and that per se was enough for the storm to lewd moan and his body react, getting close to cum again, before he stops. A whimper left his mouth in protest. "You look so beautiful right now. You are hanging in there very well love." Another deep and lovely kiss.

Hayato was drooling at the kiss, as his body relaxed again, panting from all the work up, yet he couldn't deny it, everything was so good. This time though, he felt a single digit insert in his anus as he closes his eyes.

"Relax, you are doing great." As he hears the words, he tries to relax, slowly feeling the digit go in and out as he moans and yelps. It was gentle and full of love, the Storm could feel Hibari's mouth sucking his cock which made him groan and moan.

Kyo----Kyoya ~ Melted moans, as he calls his boyfriend's name, dazed from the pleasure, he didn't feel when the second finger slid in, working him more and more. But he did notice when the Cloud stopped again before he could cum, making the Storm groan in frustration.

His body felt so hot and burning, as he was so worked up, the fingers inside of him stopped, to not tease him more. Hayato pants and breathes hard, trying to bring himself to calm down once again. He felt Hibari's lips over his nipples, sucking and biting, making him moan and keep his body all teased.

Kyoya... I--- I'm going to kill you! He was starting to get desperate, the need to cum made everything too foggy and his eyes were too dazed in love and pleasure, as Gokudera saw his boyfriend smirking. "No, you won't." Said that he once again felt Hibari's mouth on his cock, sucking it hard.

Moans left his mouth as he tried to pull his hand, just to be stopped by the handcuffs, that he forgot, his body arching once again as he felt the fingers scissoring and opening him more, so the third finger could slide in. Throwing his head back as he felt it, moaning and bucking his hips, needing more of it.

But once again, Hibari Kyoya just stopped before he could cum, making Hayato groan frustrated once again, panting as he drools with his mouth hanging open. "Just a little more, love. I promise you." Was Gokudera glad? No. But that is because he already gave up on counting how many times he was edged.

What Hayato didn't expect was the fingers to go off, and then a tip slid in his ass as he throws his head back hard opening his eyes in surprise. "Shhh, relax. It's okay." As his body obeys the older, he couldn't help it, he loved the Cloud. He loved him too much and his body loved him as much.

Relaxing, he could feel the whole length slide inside of him, as he moaned and whimpered, Hibari didn't move after he was bottomed out, probably to give the Storm some time to get used to it, and he needed it. His mouth was hanging open as his eyes were half closed, panting and shaking.

"Tell me, when I can move okay?"

Kisses and gently caressed his hair, as the storm relaxed more, eyes closing at the sensation as the storm moved his mouth and bites Hibari's neck hard. Hearing a delicious moan back, was his way to say for the older to move.

And move he did.

Moaning as he felt Hibari thrusting his hips in and out, slowly at first and then quicker, Hayato couldn't help, being at his mercy, only able to moan and groan, sometimes when the Cloud's body was close, he could bite and let hickeys over his shoulders, but that was it.

A sweet moment, when Kyoya hit his prostate he yelped and bit hard in his neck again, the Cloud understood that very well since he kept hitting the same place again and again. Making Hayato moan and drool, as his eyes roll back. But before he could cum just by that, Hibari stopped, as he groans loudly in frustration.

"Good boy ~ You are doing so good. You waited too well, you are going to wait a little more right? And cum with me like the good boy you are, isn't that right?" In any other situation, Hayato would be angry, but right now he felt so good and dazzled that he just nodded.

After a few minutes, he felt his hands free, and without a doubt, he moved it to Hibari's back, as he pulled the other closer to him, kissing him deeply. Hayato was way too spent to actually move much by now, edging again and again, was too much for his brain to actually realize a few things now.

And with that, Kyoya was back in thrusting into his lover's ass, hitting his prostate from the start, the storm started to scratch his back, knowing very well how much the Cloud loved that, as his mouth move to bite and suck his neck, letting a lot of marks over his neck and shoulder. "That is it, mark me ~"

He didn't need to be told twice, as Gokudera heard Hibari's groans at the marks and scratches, knowing by how hard he was pounding into him that he was loving it. And that was all he needed to make it more and as deep as he could, as the storm let his nails grow exactly for that just so he could scratch as much and as deeper as he wanted into Hibari's back.

And that was probably what Hibari needed as he feels a hand wrapping around his cock, now a quicker and deeper pounding into his prostate as well the strokes in his cock, making everything so overwhelmingly good. Kyo---ya I i i...

"Cum with me!" He heard the groan as well as the thrusting into his ass deeper and hard before the liquid hit his insides, he couldn't help as his own seed exploded out of his cock, hitting Hibari's body, but even though they just came, the Cloud was still hitting his prostate, which made the Storm shake.

Moaning, yelping, gasping, puncturing the back with his nails, as he was now oversensitive, but still loving all of it, drooling as the storms bit his neck harder, his whole body shaking and trembling as he kept cumming harder.

After what seemed like an eternity the storm released the older's body and melted into Hibari's arms, as he relaxes. Kyoya noticing it, stopped thrusting and now was just holding him so they both could relax. "You were so good... I love you. Now relax I will take care of everything."

A weak smile as the storm cuddles the other, nuzzling his face against his chest, as he relaxes, being very grateful for what he did, as now, his mind was completely quiet and relaxed. Closing his eyes tiredly, feeling Hibari's hand over his hair, gently caressing it. The after-sex with the Cloud was always so... Filled with care and love that he couldn't help other than be melted.

This time Hayato was too tired to stay awake, so he just passed out, but when he woke up, the bedsheets had been changed, his body smelled like soup, and he was dressing Hibari's shirt with a boxer while being cuddled by the cloud's arm. Gently kissing his boyfriend's lips, and then relaxing again.

His body felt pleased and sore, he might not be able to sit very well for the next few days, but that was just a reminder of a really really good time.

Trailing Hibari's neck and the marks his teeth did, as well the hickeys, he smiled, knowing very well that those would also stay for at least a week, and knowing Kyoya he would wear it with pride and show it to everyone. Although by now everyone knew that Hibari Kyoya belonged to someone.

Since that wasn't the first time Hayato marked him that much, a proud smile as he cuddles the older again and closes his eyes. Relaxing and sleeping.

[mamoritxi]

[Dress up] My muse surprises mines by wearing some sexy lingerie/cosplay once your muse comes over to their place. (meixin to sylus)

❈  sinday foreplay prompts.

most  of  the  time  sylus  remained  at  his  house  with  meixin  coming  over  to  visit  him.  she  seemed  to  almost  feel  right  at  home  but  he  also  couldn't  deny  that  his  giant  ass  manor  was  perfect  for  all  the  things  he  loved  to  do  to  her,  knowing  it  was  what  she  needed  and  sought  coming  to  him.  certainly,  he  never  bothered  driving  out  of  the  n109  zone  to  visit  the  girl,  but  since  she  called  him  over,  he  wasn't  going  to  turn  her  down.  even  if  he  acted  tough  or  like  a  macho  asshole,  sylus  valued  the  time  she  gave  him,  so  he  could  spend  precious  moments  with  her.  he  gladly  took  her  up  on  any�� invitation  even  if  he  didn't  say  it.

"meixin?"  why  the  goddamn  hell  was  her  door  unlocked?  he  immediately  locked  it  behind  him,  taking  his  jacket  and  shoes  off  before  carefully  looking  around.  it  was  exactly  like  he  imagined  it,  but  was  surprised  to  find  his  kitten  sitting  on  the  bed  in  such  a...  revealing...  way  too  short  dress.  there  were  cute  kitten  ears  on  her  head  and  if  he  didn't  know  better  he'd  say  she  was  wearing  see  through  lingerie...  he  blinked.

"what  did  i  do  to  deserve  this?"

[blccdiedkisses]

For Sinday, can we get a little Drabble of Hana and Matteo few times actually having sex?

it was out of boredom and curiosity, more than anything. and lots and lots of alcohol...

maybe it wasn't the greatest idea challenging that group of office workers to drinking games, but since they found themselves in korea for the time being, hana felt a sense of comfort. like she was home, even though home was wherever matteo was. but, they quickly became acquainted, and their new friends wanted to let loose, and who where they to kill the fun? nearly seven bottles of soju later, hana was practically carrying matteo back to their suite on her shoulders.

she kicked the door closed and tossed him onto the couch, herself following right after. they adjusted till they found a comfortable position with their arms around each other, and matteo resting his head against her chest. she found herself speaking aimlessly, till she felt his fingertips inching up her thighs and skirt. "yeobo, what are you doing? stop-that tickles!" she giggled and squirmed under his touch till he pulled his hand back and moved to lie on top of her.

"you know, i've never had sex with a women before."

"yeah, because you're gay."

"obviously, but don't most gay guys at least try it a couple times just in case? plus, i'm also a guy: i get curious sometimes where i can stick my dick," he teased, leaning down to kiss along the nape of her neck.

hana rolled her eyes, "glad i'm someplace where you can put it."

"you know what i mean, besides...aren't you a little curious?" he whispered in her ear.

matteo pressed his already half-hard cock against her, and hana could feel that familiar warmth start to pool between her legs. she bit back a groan as she tried to keep some level headedness in their intoxicated states. "i think you're just drunk and horny."

"that too," he murmured, hiking up her blouse and kissing down her chest, "you are prettier than my hand."

she laughed and tried to think of anything besides his lips against her skin. "we're not gonna regret this, right?"

he paused to look up at her, chin resting on her chest. "I never regret anything with you."

hana couldn't stop the smile that formed on her lips, "okay."

he was gentle at first, but was able to let loose a little more as he became more familiar with her body. this time, matteo and hana didn't have to hold their strength back. which may or may not resulted in a broken couch, but it was a whole different feeling to have a partner that could keep up with his pace and endure his force. at a certain point, matteo had to even cover her mouth to keep her screams at bay as he thrusted harder and harder to get deeper inside her.

they stayed curled up in each other's limbs on the floor, sharing a cigarette and relishing in the afterglow. "is it too soon to ask how was it?" she teased, fingertips tracing imaginary shapes on his chest.

he inhaled deeply before holding it up to her lips, "nicer than i thought, but i don't think i'll be converting to straight anytime soon. i am glad that my first and last time with a woman was with you, my love."

"me too, yeobo."

"so....round two?"

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

Gabban wants another kiss 🥺

General Sinday Stuff

It had started to become not being so strange seeing Gabban around. Little by little he'd been showing up around corners, stopped by the office, even seeing her out in the middle of places that she'd not seen him before. And, as far as she was aware, Gabban had been kind to her. So his company did not seem to strike her as threatening. Though she had her moments where she questioned him, it seemed that he'd figured out how to change the subject, talk around her, or let her fill in the spaces herself. She was good at that, trying to see the good in other people.

But this time, he'd found her in the Third Rail again. Skulking down the stairs, eyes glaring in the dark, he had spied her at a full table. Giggling into her drink as the others seemed a bit rambunctious. Rowdy even, in their drunkenness. He liked her smile, he liked the way she laughed. Though, of course, he would've much preferred her to be smiling at him.

She hadn't seemed to notice him coming in. At least, not at first. When she'd finished her drink, she looked to the bar where Charlie was no where to be found. Looking around, she'd noticed him with a start. Her lithe fingers wave at him in greeting before murmuring to the others that she had other places to be.

Kira slides into the dark booth beside him, "Gabban!" She greets rather excitedly. It's obvious she'd had a few, from the way her face is flushed his new favorite shade of pink.

Apparently she was rather pleased with herself today as she had received news that a man she had payed a visit to a week ago at the Slog had recovered from something she'd been worried about. It was a suspected case of going feral, but luckily that hadn't been it.

He offers her congratulations, stating that anyone could get better if she was the one caring for them.

Awhile passes, he'd had one or two drinks and the bar was clearing out. But here they sat, content to ramble. Her eager to talk so long as he seemed eager to actively listen. Which was.... a lot longer than what she was used to. People didn't really just... listen the way Gabban did. And he seemed happy to do it too.

Strange, she only just now noticed the white that almost seamlessly blended into the blonde of his hair. A bit young for that, wasn't he?

"Now that- is interesting," She muses, disregarding his space, pressing her body close against his arm to get a good look. Her fingers carefully twirling said strands; their faces are a mere breadth away from one another. Kira seems to not notice the way he's holding his breath.

"I've never noticed this before. How pretty."

In fact, so close now, Kira noticed quite a few things on Gabban were quite pretty. She liked the way his scar split his lip.

Kira, uncharacteristically, acts without thinking. Pressing her lips softly to his own with a sigh. Her lips linger on his, it'd been awhile since she'd kissed someone.

When she pulls away, her cheeks are deep red.

"I suppose I've just had to many, eh? Forgive me. I should.." Kira tucks a handkerchief into his hand for the lipstick smeared on his lips, "Sleep it off. Goodnight Gabban."

@meadowlarksabove

[navybrat817]

Lumbersnack

Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: You're hungry for something only Steve can give you. Word Count: Almost 1.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), dirty talk, swearing, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Loosely on this anon ask, I wanted to give you lovelies something for Sinday. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @yarnforbrains, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Not many would have predicted that Steve Rogers would not only give the title of Captain America to Sam Wilson, but that he would retain his Nomad status. Part-time, at least. When he didn't help Sam, Bucky and the other Avengers, Steve chose to spend time away from the city to work as a lumberjack. Brooklyn was still his home in his heart, but the forest became a place of comfort. 

You hadn't expected to become a source of comfort for him as well.

As a writer, you didn't think your life was particularly exciting. Steve thought the opposite, telling you that your stories inspired passion in others, including him. You thought he would have gravitated toward another fighter, but the artist in him was drawn to your creative side. Both of you were hard workers, just in different ways. 

You respected each other. 

And, god, did you crave each other. 

Steve joked that he was making up for lost time with how often he took you. When he returned from a mission, it was a guarantee that you wouldn't leave the bed the next day. There was an almost permanent ache between your thighs, but you didn't mind. You never wanted anyone else the way you wanted Steve.

I never will again.

There was hardly a cloud in the sky as Steve brought his axe down, effortlessly chopping a piece of wood in two. He didn't break a sweat as he replaced it with another piece, quickly adding more to the growing pile. It was tough not to stare as he worked, his biceps rippling under the tight t-shirt. Looking at his face wasn't any better since you imagined feeling his beard between your thighs.

Like it had been earlier that morning. 

"I'm hungry. I could use a lumbersnack," you called out to him from the porch, standing up from the swing and making a show of slowly stretching. You were wearing one of his plaid shirts and nothing else. Being out there with him in the woods made you feel bold.

Teasing your lumberjack was always a treat.

Plus, no one else was around to see you like this. 

"Yeah?" he chuckled as he looked you up and down, driving the axe in the stump in front of him. "How hungry are you?"

"Starving," you answered, grabbing one of the cushions off the seat and dropping it in front of you.

Steve had spent a good part of the morning eating you out, and it was only fair that you returned the favor. 

"I should feed you then," he offered as he walked toward you. Stalked was more like it. The massive super-soldier glided across the grass with more agility than you'd ever possess. "Unless you want me to keep working."

"You can get back to work after I suck your cock," you said as a matter of fact, seeing the slight swell in his utility pants as he got closer.

Both of you knew you'd respond that way. You weren't ashamed to admit you had a slight addiction to him since the first time he took you to bed. You even dreamt about his cock. Given the chance, you'd always choose to have him. 

It wasn't just that the 6'4" man was built like a god. He had the kindness and generosity of one, too. He treated you like a goddess and listened to you. He did his best to make you happy. No one had ever been so good to you. 

"Dirty mouth."

"I think I need something to wash it out."

Steve groaned once he reached you, gripping the back of your head to press his lips against yours insistently. One of the things you appreciated about him was that he didn't hold back or do anything half-assed. If he wanted you, he made it known, and he took you. Of course, he would stop if you weren't in the mood since he was a gentleman at heart.

Even though he was an animal in bed.

And you hadn’t stopped him once.

"You're distracting me when I should be working, sweetheart."

"All I said was I was hungry. You're the one who offered to feed me," you teased, letting him give you another breath stealing kiss.

"You always say that when you want my cock in your mouth. Like I could ever resist fucking that pretty mouth of yours," he said, making you whimper when his voice deepened. "Now be a good girl and get on your knees."

Still the Captain at heart.

"Yes, sir."

Your hand moved down his body before you followed the trail with your mouth and dropped to your knees on the cushion, your pulse jumping when you undid his pants. You pulled them down with his underwear, your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock springing free. It didn't matter how many times you saw him, the size of him still made your pussy throb.

You gently gripped him, his thickness hot under your touch. Sucking the head into your mouth, you gazed at him with a moan. The bittersweet taste of him flooded your mouth as you teased the tip with your tongue. You watched as he exhaled, his lips parting as his dark blonde locks fell in his eyes. You couldn't wait to choke on him. 

Make me appreciate the ability to breathe.

"Suck it harder, sweetheart," he moaned, helping you bob your head. "You said you were hungry."

You inhaled through your nose as you relaxed your throat, alternating between jerking him at the base and fondling his balls. The weight in your hand was almost as heavy as the one on your tongue, moving them in time with each other. You were eager for him to empty himself in your mouth or on your face.

Either would be a reminder that you were his. 

"Fuck, sweetheart. You and your mouth drive me fucking crazy."

It didn't take long for his head to tip back, keeping a hand on the back of your head as you took him in as much as you could. Not many could take a man his size, but you wanted to please him. You were determined to remind him why you were made for him. 

One of the many reasons.

He grunted as he lifted his head to stare down at you. "You really do look good with a mouthful of cock. Almost as good as your pussy stretched around me. Fuck, you're beautiful."

In the back of your mind, you knew he craved the haven of your body as much as you craved being his haven. When he was inside you, he could forget about the horrors he witnessed in battle. He could drink you in and feel at peace. He didn't have to feel like a man out of time.

Not with me.

The slight tremble in his large frame warned you that he was getting close to the edge as he thrust his hips faster. You whined, engulfing him as your mouth tightened. He kept hitting the back of your throat, and you refused to pull off, even as your eyes watered. You could take it. 

"Harder. That's it. You want it down your throat, don't you? Fuck, I'm gonna come."

He held you in place when you moaned in response, his cock throbbing on your tongue. The hoarse cry he let out had you clenching around nothing as he flooded your mouth, doing your best not to let anything spill out. You swallowed him down as he slowed his movements, blinking away the tears as he finished and let his cock slip free. 

You took a moment to appreciate the view of Steve as you licked the saliva and taste of him from your swollen lips. The sun in the distance illuminated his body, the glow making him look every bit like the god many believed him to be. He raked a hand through his hair, a slight flush to his cheeks as he swore under his breath. He made wood-chopping look like a walk in the park, but the orgasm you gave him had him panting above you. 

I love making the man with a plan lose control. 

You gasped when he gripped you by the arms and pulled you up once he caught his breath. Using his strength to keep you up, he brought his mouth to yours. He did the same whenever he pleased you. Kisses meant something special to Steve. 

They mean the world to me, too.

"You okay?" he asked, searching your face for any discomfort or pain. No matter how he had you, he made sure you were comfortable after. "Do you need some water?"

"I'm great," you smiled, nodding over to the porch swing where you had your water waiting. "And I'm a little full."

He chuckled as he used his boot to adjust the pillow and carried you to the swing. "You may be full, but now I'm hungry."

"We both need to get back to work," you teased as he set you down and sank to his knees on the cushion you previously occupied. You spread your legs, your pussy wet and begging for his attention. "But if you really are hungry."

"I am, and I'll be quick. Especially since I can hear one of our neighbors heading this way," he said, gesturing behind him with his head. His heightened senses amazed you. "Let's see if I can make you come before he gets here."

*****

Maybe this lumberjack will become a thing. What do we think, lovelies? See how they're doing here. Love and thanks! ❤️

[keikakudori]

Here's a scenario for Sinday: Gin is swaddling your hips with his shirt off and long hair flowing from his shoulders. You try to reach it but he binds you by the wrist with kido before you could. He gathers up his hair into a high ponytail and says "be good for the rest of the night and I might let you touch me." The rest is up to you.

            something wasn't right.

            such was the firs thought to touch the god's head as he stirred from sleep and found weight upon his body, weight which something in him knew and yet -- no, that was wrong too. something too light--? a jarring thing, that, even as his eyes -- eyes, both eyes, the right no longer covered -- began to move upwards. were they both still brown? aizen could not tell, not like this, not here in this formless dark with moonshadow cutting across his face, across the face which looked down to him with a leering grin.

            gin-- was ... it was gin?

            the hair made aizen squint for gin -- gin’s hair was not long, not long enough to wear in a ponytail. he knew, knew where the younger man was, how he had looked -- two years had not been enough to see it grown out to such a degree and aizen could -- .... could what? gin would not be here -- would he? did the hair shimmer gold, did the teeth grow flat for a second--? for his wrists, his wrists -- not sacred territory, not something he had ever truly drawn b ack from if gin’s fingers brushed them. not something he would stop him from. aizen trusted gin.

            if ever there were bruises on his wrists now from those slim hands which aizen would bring to his face to brush kisses along, following the ridge of knuckles with his lips, tracing fingertips with tongue, then they were there at his own invitation. gin knew of his wrists. gin would not-- no-- but his captain would.. his captain had. his captain did. and aizen had so often touched his fingertips to the bruises shinji would leave behind when he did. not always-- sometimes it was softer, quieter -- but sometimes they were there. and how quick he would pull the sleeves of his shihakusho down if he saw someone looking.

            the gin-shinji that straddled him smiled as there was a comment, a comment which would not have come from gin -- gin knew better but his captain--? was it shinji--? but it looked like-- something within him moaned quietly, twisting and writhing, just as he did-- did he--? moonlight that was not moonlight but the corona of the sun. his wrists were heavy but not with fingers, not with fingers which were moving upwards, touching along his throat. those arms moved in skip-blur, static, moving, a roughened motion of never quite being right, never quite -- that wasn’t how they were supposed to go. as if there was lag between intent and motion.

            something pressed at his throat. how his eyes stared upwards, lips parting to try and speak. a ponytail -- gin’s face--? a disparity that his mind shuddered between, but a body lean, a body lean and scarred, scarred-- but no, there, redness seeping over skin, like wine stains, like the red of pomegranates, like the smearing crimson of blood, blood starting to bubble through the pores of skin. he could smell it, coppery and thick and brightly hot and fresh, leaving the would be deity to open his mouth around a thickening gasp.

            eyes were on him now -- the blue -- the blue was not right. he knew it was not right, had seen it once or twice since he had been placed here, yet fingers, one hand red and sticky-hot wet, yet the face was a flickering thing, wavering like the hot air over a candle, a fire, shifting between that of gin and of his captain, the voices both blurring with the kansai-ben dialect he so enjoyed the drawl of and fingers, fingers pushing into his skin, one hand gripping tight at his throat and the other was scratching down his chest, nails cutting furrows into his skin to glisten redly -- but black, black, black in these shadows.

            ❝ what do you need a heart for anyways? not like you know how it’s supposed to work -- right, sousuke? ❞

            and then fingers were driving into his body, his flesh, and he was arching, arching and screaming as they pushed upwards, inwards, aiming for that which was aching, bruised, repairing itself from how it had been so badly broken-- but had he not broken himself that day? aizen knew he had done so. he had broken himself twice over where they ere both concerned. both times as a result of his own actions. you would have thought he would have learned by now. and how he was left staring as it was yanked out suddenly, brought up to the mouth, where he saw teeth sinking into it. it had always been theirs -- always. would it not be right if they were to consume it, them, them--?

            aizen lurched upright, clutching at his chest as he gasped again and again, uncovered eye huge as his fingers held tight to his chest. the sheets and blanket of the futon were tangled around his legs and he pressed his elbows against his knees as his legs drew up, burying his face in his hands as he breathed in and out shakily. then his head turned, reaching out with his senses. bound, he was not entirely hampered -- ... there. there he was, asleep, peaceful it seemed. asleep. in another room and not with him and--

            he wouldn’t hear.

            so aizen curled in on himself, pressed his face to his knees, and began to cry silently.

[navybrat817]

Sooo I would like it very much if he can take me on a ride on his Harley but more importantly on his dick! Please!! Like we can pull off on the side of the road, and he can just slip it in!?! Those are my thots of the day! Love you! ♥️♥️

And you say I'm the menace?! You know what you did!

Detour

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader

Word Count: Almost 800

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, possessive behavior, Jax Teller (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Hey, lovelies! I blame @maskedmistress87 and, by extension, @sgt-seabass . I would love to give Jax a proper story. Today, it's simply Sinday. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

When Jax suggested going for a ride, you planned for him to pull over before you reached your destination. Being bent over his bike not only excited you, but your pussy throbbed from going too long without him. Anyone who had the pleasure of being fucked by Jax understood, but that was in the past.

Jax is yours as much as you're his.

No one fucked with his old lady.

All morning you rubbed your ass against his crotch each chance you got. The hitch in his breath and grunts each time you pressed against him, it amazed you that he hadn't buried himself inside you. Especially since you chose his favorite pair of pants. Your ass looked fantastic in them and you refused to let him rip them.

If he dripped out of you later once your pants were back in place, that was a different story.

"Don't start games you can't finish, baby," he warned, grabbing his helmet.

"When have you ever known me to quit playing?" you smiled, grasping the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. His beard tickled the skin around your lips as he claimed your mouth, reminding you who had control.

Let him think that.

You shrieked a moment later when he smacked your ass.

"I'd fuck you, but I promised you a ride."

"Promises, promises."

A few minutes later, you're on the road. Your arms securely around his waist, you never felt more free. Jax brought every cell within you to life, which is why your hand wandered down to his jean covered cock.

You weren't sure where he pulled over.

It didn't matter.

The pants you enticed Jax with had been pushed down as far as they could go within seconds, his frame bracketing yours as you bent over at the waist. Your breasts pushed against the seat as you held on. There would be no prep, no teasing. His cock would split you open in seconds and you'd thank him later for it.

By screaming his name and coming all over his cock.

"Couldn't fucking wait, could you?" he asked, his cock slapping your cheek before he brought the tip to your aching hole. "My greedy slut has to have my cock, hmm?"

"Yes!" you cried as he sheathed you in one single thrust.

"Then let me take you for a fucking ride."

You bit your lip as you stretched around him, your nails digging in at the thought of someone catching you. Not that it would stop Jax. His pussy, his rules. If he wanted the entire club to watch as he painted your insides, no one would argue.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he grunted as he snapped his hips. You unashamedly cried out as you took each brutal thrust, his rings pressing into your skin as he pulled you back and forth. "Gonna make a mess my cock, hmm? Leave me nice and wet while we finish our ride? 'Cause it's mine. You're mine."

You wish you could look up at him as you nodded, but your soaked walls around his cock told him what he needed to know: you belonged to him.

"C'mon, baby. My name," he demanded, bending down to bite your collar bone. The angle made him brush that spongy spot inside you, relentless as he hit it over and over. You prayed your knees wouldn't buckle.

"Jax, fuck! Let me come!"

It was never "make me" because he always made you let go. Sex wasn't a release for Jax, it was a way he communicated. Inside you, he reminded you that he loved you the way he could. You loved him just the same.

"Shouldn't let you after you teased me," he taunted, not slowing his pace as he chuckled. He wouldn't fucking dare. "But I'm feeling generous. C'mon, baby. Come. Don't you fucking hold back on me."

Any shred of self control you had left vanished as you came hard and fast, collapsing against the bike as you gushed around his cock. He wanted a mess and your body delivered, riding out the wave of your orgasm as he pistoned into you.

"Fuck, messy girl. Every fucking time," the last word growled as he stilled his hips, emptying himself with groan.

You refused to move as he stayed inside you, basking in the afterglow. It took a moment to remember that you were outside. Anyone could've seen.

"You okay?" he breathed, kissing your temple.

"Yeah," you smiled, tilting your head enough to brush your lips together. "No one caught us?"

"Not yet."

Yet?

"You thought this was one and done?" he asked, lightly rolling his hips as you moaned. "No, baby. I want your pants ruined by the time we get home."

*****

So. More Jax? Yes? No? Love and thanks! ❤️