#You don't have to look sexy while hiking

[salvadorbonaparte]

I found two hiking accounts that I really enjoy and now I'm really looking forward to hiking and walking in nature in the US

[highdefhoetry]

zoro & sanji finding out you have a voice kink.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, voice kink, vaginal fingering, penetration (penis in vegina), choking, doggy style

zoro is oblivious to it in the beginning. he doesn’t understand why you get so damn flustered every time he barks out an order or tells you what to do. he ignores it, assuming you’re just messing around or playing some stupid game he’s unaware of, until one day he gets fed up and bluntly asks “what the hell are you getting so worked up about?” when you finally confess, he lets out a deep chuckle in that low, gravelly voice of his, causing goosebumps to line your back and shoulders. “is that all?” he teases, understanding a bit better now that he knows it’s some kind of perverted kink of yours. he walks towards you, pins you against the wall with one hand beside your head. his steely eyes meet yours, his lips curl up into a cocky smirk. “maybe i should boss you around more often,” he says, taking your chin in hand, pulling it up so you're forced to look him in the eye. he kisses you, his hands roaming your hips and thighs before hiking up your skirt. after yanking down your panties, he shoves his cock inside you, grunting loudly with each thrust into your tight little pussy. you get wetter and wetter as you hear his groans of pleasure and quick, shallow breathing, then moan louder when he commands you to change positions. “turn around”, he growls in your ear while flipping you onto your stomach. “lay down”, he orders before grabbing your ankles, resting them on his shoulders. “stay still”, he demands as his hand wraps around your throat. you'll do whatever he says, as long as you can keep listening to that sexy voice of his.

sanji is an observant man. having plenty of experience with ladies, he can tell when his words and actions touch a woman in just the right way. he notices how your breath hitches when he kisses the back of your hand and calls you “ma chérie”. he pays attention to the way you pause after he sweet talks you, observing how he caught you off guard with just a few simple words. little subtleties that betray you. after a while, he realizes you react the strongest when he speaks in french. his little nicknames, his playful teasing, and his declarations of love suddenly become more powerful in his native tongue. one day after you ask him a question, he responds in french, letting his velvety words roll off his tongue, causing your heart to flutter and your breath to get caught in your chest. when you don't answer, he presses his lips against your neck, kissing the tender skin while whispering “l’amour de ma vie”, “ma cœur”, “ma raison d’être” into your ear until shivers ripple through your body. his hand sneaks up your thighs, then slips under your panties. he smirks when he feels how wet you are, slides his fingers into your pussy, pumps them in and out while you moan and whimper. he's just as vocal when he pushes his cock inside you, his poetic words of affection caressing your ears as he groans with every stroke. still speaking in the language of love, he describes all the dirty things he’s going to do to you now that he knows your weakness. you understand what he means, whether you speak french or not.

[werecreature-addicted]

Dressing up in sexy lingerie to surprise your werewolf boyfriend for your anniversary.

Your poor werewolf lover has been so stressed lately. There's just so much to do that by the end of the day he just collapses in your shared bed, too exhausted for anything else. it's been a week since you two have been intimate and it's starting to get to you.

He won't even accept a blowjob, which is how you know it's bad. So you decide to tease him a little bit, you're desperate for anything, you'll just have to push his buttons a little to get what you need.

Your werewolf boyfriend pads through the door, half asleep, and almost misses the trail of rose petals leading from the front door to your bedroom. Almost.

He doesn't know what to do with himself. He's never been romanced like this before. it's kinda sweet. He slowly follows the trail until he enters your bedroom. you're in just a towel with your back to him looking over two sets of lingerie, seemingly trying to choose between them.

"what's all this for?" he asks, you nearly jump out of your own skin and scream. Of course, the one day you try and plan a surprise for him is the day he comes home early. You shove him out of the room and tell him to wait until you're ready.

"I like the red one!" he calls back laughing as he goes and sits on the couch- waiting for his surprise like a good boy. You come out a few minutes later, flustered, and in the red lingerie he'd said he liked.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you huff. His eyes rake over your body, taking you in. He has half a mind to rip off the flimsy lace to see your pretty body you insisted on hiding behind clothes.

"I am surprised, very surprised," he assures you.

"well... do you uhm- like it?" you ask awkwardly, gesturing between the rose petals on the ground and your own body.

"Why don't you come here and sit on my lap to see how much I like it," he growls. you do as he asks, sitting down on top of him, and instantly you feel the hard bulge, pressing against your thigh. He rests his hands on your hips slowly grinding against you.

"you wanna ride me, pretty thing?" he asks, already pulling your panties to the side, and sliding a finger against your wet cunt.

"N-No." you whimper out.

"No?" he asks, surprised. He was pretty sure that you wouldn't have put on this sexy outfit for him if you didn't want to get fucked.

"I want you to pin me down and fuck me until I start crying," you explain.

"Are you sure? I don't like making you cry," he tells you.

"come on baby you don't have to hold back, I want you to fuck me like a stress toy," you tell him, rocking your hips against his waiting hand.

he growls a low warning sound and pounces, knocking you both to the floor. He flips you onto all fours pressing your shoulders down to the ground while hiking your hips up. He takes both your arms in one hand and holds them behind your back, so you have no hope of getting up on your own.

"w-wait we aren't even going to the bedroom?" you asked. There's a ripping sound as he shreds your panties off of you

"-Said you wanted me to be nasty when I fucked you so I'm going to do that, going to make my pretty little bitch cry just like you wanted pretty thing. Toys don't get let on the bed," he snarls against your ear, his breath warm as he breathes down your neck.

His teeth sink into the side of your neck making you cry out, he pushes his thick fingers inside of you, fucking you open so he can fit his fat wolf cock inside of you.

"I'm going to fuck you until you black out. Gonna pump this sweet pussy with cum until it's leaking out of you," he promises. A thrill runs through your body as his threats sink in. Good. you think. you're getting exactly what you wanted.

[spideyhexx]

i think billy growls. hes a growler. he is, i just know it.

mhm mhm mhm yep yep yep yep

mdni

The first time you really hear it would be after he just saw you flirting with some man while you guys were out for the night. In your eyes, you were just being kind, but Billy saw the way the man's eyes raked over your body and the way you seemed to just smile and laugh, leaning into the flirtatious banter while he was right there.

Now, maybe you did this on purpose and maybe you didn't, but the anger flaring in Billy was enough for him to grab your hand, pulling you out and away into the night. "B-Billy?" You'd be laughing a little, unsure of why he's so angry, after all you always made sure he knew you were all his.

But he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the jealousy, the feeling was too strong. "I don't wanna go back yet, we were having fun! C'mon, let's just go to the-"

Billy tugs you to the side of a building as you walk past it and pushes you against the wall, his hands immediately finding yours and holding them behind your back.

"You're all mine, you hear me?" And a low growl emits from his mouth after he speaks. Your eyes widen and you swallow. His gaze is intense, his nose bumping against yours as he waits for you to respond to him.

But you're too focused on the sound he just let out. Never did you think a man growling like that could even be sexy, but here you are. And Billy is unlike any other man. He’s your man and he’s so fucking beautiful looking at you like a man crazed, letting any inhibitions he may have, be let loose with you.

Billy sighs, turning his head away for a moment and you can see the click in his jaw as he clenches it. He turns back to you, sneering with another growl, "you're mine. Mine to love, mine to play with, mine to fuck."

You whimper and his lips curl up. They're so close to yours, one movement and you'd be kissing him. "You got that?" His eyes search yours and Billy isn't even sure if you can respond, but he does feel sure if he dipped his hand between your thighs, he'd find you soaked.

He just knows.

"I got it, Billy," you mumble, swallowing hard again and he surges forward to kiss you, and you start to wonder how many times you might have missed this carnal sound he makes as he growls into the kiss, his hands let go of yours to hike up your dress.

let's chat about billy, here :)

[macsimagines]

Can we have headcanons for yandere Bonten hanma, ran and sanzu who's girlfriends like to sit in their laps and play with their hair? (Maybe a touch of NSFW PLS)

Thank you!

Last one because I think this is has been in my ask box for a fewdays and I want to make sure to do things on a first come first serve basis.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW

Yandere!Hanma Shuji

Indulges in it once in awhile, but only if you two are in private. He does love to be serviced by you but he doesn't want you doing anything in front of anyone and making him look weak.

Big on his image in front of his underlings. But when you're alone, and you got on that itty bitty skirt you know he loves, the one that hikes up just the right way when you straddle his lap and he gets a peak of those pretty panties you've got on, he'll let you do whatever you want.

The way your fingers massage his scalp while hes cupping your ass and sin and punishment making sure to grab a good handful, makes him feel like hes in heaven.

Probably sucks a few hickies onto your collarbone, enjoys the soft mewls he'll get in response, and the feeling of you grinding down on him.

"You got on top, baby. What did you think was going to happen?" He'll smile, loosening his tie and leaning back, "C'mon, don't stop now. Put on a show for Daddy."

And you pout those pretty lips at him, but do relent to his demands, slowly unbuttoning your own top... Playing with Hanma's hair is basically an invite to let him play with you too.

Yandere!Ran Haitani

You better be wifey if you're going to play with his hair. He takes very good care of it and is EXTREMELY particular about his do, boo~.

BUT if you are someone who is blessed with the honor of playing with that luxurious head of hair, then be prepared because.... he's going to pass the fuck out.

I know you probably wanted something sexy but he's the type of guy to put his face on your chest and just sleep while you braid away at his hair or brush it back with your fingers.

He doesn't even like it when you pull on it during sex. That cut was expensive and he doesn't need you mucking it up.

BUT, on some days when he manages to not pass out and you're massaging away at his temple with his face planted firmly in your boobs, he'll probably moan out a few; "Right there, baby," or maybe "Just a lil'more sweetheart."

Might thank you later for the good head massage with one of his own, albeit a massage that primarily focuses on your ass more than anything.

"You like to play with my hair, and I like to play with your ass. It's only fair right?"

Yandere!Sanzu Haruchiyo

Probably makes you do it. Like maybe the drugs aren't hitting right, and he's feeling a little off, maybe he needs some love and someone to calm his nerves down.

So he'll just pick you up and plop you right down onto his lap and hide his face in the crook of your neck. "Make the headache go away, baby."

And you'll work your magic fingers and soothe the thumping in this poor baby's (absolutefuckingmenance) brain. All the while whispering something like; "My strong man, needs a break huh?"

Of course he'll nod and wrap his arms around you milking your love and attention for all its worth. Then when its over he's back to being a total douche.

Will put on hand under your skirt and the other one is probably pulling at your shirt, trying to keep you from leaving. "Don't be like that, baby~ I just wanna thank ya fer takin' such good care of me~"

"S-Sanzu! I was only trying to help! Quit gettin' handsy!" But he's already got his fingers hooked in your panties and is licking away at your neck where he knows you're sensitive.

"It's happenin', Y/N. Stop bein' so pietist, and let me at them tits, sweetheart."

[notsosweetchan]

˚ʚ♡ɞ After Hours With The CEO ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Twitter prn link-Smut

Paring: | Minho x Reader |

Imagine: The meeting had been long and grueling, lasting well into the evening hours. The CEO, Minho, had been particularly tough on you, grilling you about recent numbers and demanding explanations for any discrepancies.

Your heart raced as he finally dismissed the rest of his staff, leaving only you behind. You knew what was coming next, and your body responded with a mix of terror and arousal that made your panties wet.

Minho shut the door behind him, locking it with a heavy click that echoed in the otherwise silent room. He towered above you, his tall frame blocking out most of the light from the overhead fluorescent lamps.

You couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his pants, growing more pronounced with each step he took towards you. He was not wearing his usual suit jacket - he must have taken it off during the meeting - revealing a muscular physique honed by countless hours in the gym. You bit your bottom lip nervously as he approached.

His broad hands gripped your face gently but firmly, pulling you closer for a hungry kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. His mouth tasted of coffee and expensive whiskey as he nipped at your lips before moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks on your delicate skin.

His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to let you know who was in control here."You look so fucking sexy when you're nervous," he murmured against your neck before lifting his head to meet your eyes. "I've wanted this all day."

Minho pushed you forcefully against the wall beside his desk, pinning you there with his body heat. One of his thick thighs slid between yours, parting them and forcing your pussy to rub against the rough fabric of his pants.

Your mind spun as he leaned in to whisper dirty, deliciously filthy things in your ear. You could feel his erection straining against his slacks, and it sent shivers down your spine.

His voice was like velvet as he whispered, "You're going to be so fucking good for me tonight." His free hand slid down to cup your ass and squeeze, pulling you even harder against his throbbing member.

Your dress hiked up slightly, exposing your lace-covered bottoms to his touch. The cool air from the AC unit brushed across your heated skin, making you shiver. Minho took this as an invitation and began trailing soft kisses along your jawline while teasingly biting the lobe of your earlobe.

His other hand snaked beneath your dress and brushed against the bare skin of your thighs, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. He pushed you further into the wall and ground his hips against yours, making direct contact with his hardness.

He pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak again, his breath hot on your neck again, "You want this, don't you?" He purred. "You want me to fuck you against the my desk? To take what's rightfully mine? Just admit it."

You moaned, arching your back even more into his touch, desperate for him to take control. "Yes..." You panted, unable to hide your arousal any longer.

His touch was electric, making your whole body tingle with anticipation. You could feel yourself growing wet between your legs as he ground against you, teasing you mercilessly.

His scent of expensive cologne and musk filled your nostrils, making you lightheaded with desire. The contrast between the cold air conditioning and the heat of his body made you shudder in pleasure.Minho smirked against your neck, his teeth nipping lightly.

"Good girl," he whispered before he picked you up placing you on his desk. You gasped as Minho picked you up and placed you gently on his desk, a desk that was strewn with papers and files and reports from the long meeting.

He stood over you, his towering form casting a shadow over your body as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants with quick, precise movements.

His cock sprung free, already hardened and leaking pre-cum, presenting itself to you like a shiny sword. It was thick and long, and looked even bigger now that it was free from its confines.

The CEO stepped forward until the tip of his cock was pressing against your wet entrance, teasing you mercilessly as he leaned down to capture your lips in another hungry kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth as he ground himself against you, making you moan into his mouth.

His musky scent enveloped you, mixing with the chemical smell of the air freshener in the room. You were overwhelmed with the taste of him as he devoured your lips, your tongue tangling with his and exploring every inch of his mouth.

Minho's hands roamed over your body possessively as he kissed you and ground against you harder. He tore at your panties roughly, ripping them off with a triumphant growl before tossing them aside.

The air conditioning turned the room colder than before, but it didn't dampen your arousal for him one bit.

"So fucking eager," he murmured against your lips as he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself inside you in one hard stroke that made you gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

Your body welcomed him eagerly, exhaling a soft moan of relief as he began to move inside you with rough, powerful strokes that pushed you back against the cool desk. Each thrust causing a sinful friction that made your toes curl and your walls clench around his cock.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he tore off his dress shirt, revealing his well-toned chest dusted with soft hairs. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room; skin slapping against skin, fabric rustling underneath them, and rhythmic grunts of pleasure.

Minho pounded into you without mercy, taking what he believed was his due with every brute force of his hips. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the silence of the office, filling it with the rawness of their primal lust.

His hands roamed over your body possessively, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you groan into his mouth.

You arched your back, meeting each of his harsh thrusts with a moan as he fucked you hard against the cool desk, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist to pull him deeper inside you.

His rough hands skimmed down your body, tracing patterns up and down your thighs, sending sparks of pleasure through you with every touch. The taste of him was intoxicating; his lips on yours were softer than his stern demeanor led you to believe they would be.

Minho growled into your ear, "You're mine to fuck, aren't you?" He pulled back slightly to watch your face, his eyes burning with lust."Yes," You gasped between breaths, feeling the climax building inside you with each plunge of his cock.

The smell of his cologne mixed with musk and sex filled the room as he picked up speed, slamming into you harder and harder, like he couldn't get enough.

Your walls clenched around him at the brink of orgasm - but he held off, milking you for all he was worth before finally letting go with a throaty groan and emptying himself inside you.

As he came, Minho's hips bucked wildly, lifting you completely off the desk as he found his release in your tight heat one final time.He let out a primal roar that shook the room, filling you with his seed as he shuddered against you.

Sweat slicked and breathless, he pulled out of you and leaned heavily on the desk, still holding onto your hips.He chuckled darkly before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the occasional slap of their bodies. He looked down at you with hooded eyes, "You're perfect," he hissed before zipping up his pants with a smirk.

"Get dressed and meet me in my office tomorrow morning." With that, he left the room, leaving you panting and sore but more than satisfied.

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but consider? Has Tim ever seen Ra's post-Critical Injury Lazurus Dip? Like not "oooh, I am back to my sexy Dilf-y glory~" but FULL ON "I have been Hard Reset back to the Prime Of My Life(tm), which statistically is early 20s, and am now a Young and Hot prowling bad boy. With no Grey in my hair and a SLIGHLTY higher voice, meaning while I sound familiar, you can't instantly place it like you usually could."

THAT sort of Hard Reset.

Bet he hasn't.

Bet he'd have an even HARDER time recognizing Ra's in a Masquerade mask. If Ra's had a smooth, freshly shaven, face. I mean... it's not like Ra's an assassin cult leader or anything. Him? Knowing how to DISGUISE himself? When in his centuries of life would he have had time to learn THAT?

So there Ra's is. Looking rich, dangerous, and slutty. As one does. Tight black pants, loose poet shirt, gold and gems dripping like honey down his skin. The very PICTURE of a WEALTHY young trouble maker. Blending in with all these wealthy fools, up too no good, some of them far more then others.

That's why the Bats are here.

For Intel.

But of COURSE, Brucie Wayne has aged out of this sort of scene. Tut tut. And his waste of a grandson is just a touch too young. A shame. So it's the Detective and a few others, leading the charge. But... ah, SUCH a big building! And can the Wayne's afford to be seen at such a disreputable event?

Of course not.

So they're in disguise. Layers upon layers, Detective. Masks upon masks. Delightful~

Ra's gets to watch Tim work the room. Prowl in magnificent heels. Dodge covetous hands so casually it seems by accident. Extract information people have DIED to protect. Blonde, tonight. He looks better with hair like the night.

Ra's smiles like a wolf.

And begins to hunt his prey though a sea of masks.

Which is how Tim meets a VERY rougish, tall, and delightfully muscled heir too...something. It's kinda obvious, given all the jewelry. Swordsmen too, from what he can feel of those INTERESTING and calloused hands. Tim knows he should focus... but...

Mystery Hot Guy is REALLY forward. Clearly in to him. And it's not like he's gotta marry the guy.

Did he mention the DELIGHTFUL rumble? His voice has a low rumbling quality to it, when he leans in close so he can be heard over the music. His hands are hot and gripping in that "just a bit too tight but not TOO too tight" sorta way? So yeah... he's gonna... uuuuh, go... "question so informants" real quick. Get back to you guys later!

Don't wait up!

And Ra's? Knows the chance of this working more then once is close to zero. So it has to be LEGENDARY. Life changing. Dick so good it ruins the Detective's LIFE. He's got to make sure the next time they meet, the Detective wants to kill him AND fuck him in equal measure.

After all, the Bats have a "no kill rule". Oh dear, Detective. Really only leaves you one option, then, doesn't it?

So Ra's goes to absolute TOWN on Tim. Sinks down to his knees and eats him out til his legs won't hold him. Carries him to the bed to the guestroom they're about to absolutely DEFILE, too use far too clever fingers, to stoke that burning NEED back up. Too stretch and tease, as his mouth worships that chest. That neck. That clever, clever mouth.

Runs his free hand along magnificent skin, wishes he could grip hair like the finest ink as he savors Timothy's mouth. It all feels decadent. Ra's is patient. Aaaand, there, Tim rocking against his hand has turned for lazy pleasure (savoring the glow of a good orgasm) to demanding.

His hands, his kisses, are growing hungrier. Commanding Ra's to give him what he needs. Spoil him like a pampered little prince. Either worship and adore him, or he will find someone else who SHALL. How can Ra's refuse? He'd be a fool too.

A fool not to suck and bite branding little marks upon that magnificent skin. A fool not to hike up those powerful hips a grind and tease with his length, until Timothy's sharp little nails dig into his flesh in warning. A gods forsaken incompetent, to NOT sink into that magnificent heat, pressed so close he can hear that breath taking little gasp of pleasure, as the thickness of himself presses wider and deeper then any BOY the Detective as ever taken.

Ra's AL Ghul is no fool.

But he IS a VERY giving lover.

Especially when he has something to gain from it. And oh, how it is a struggle not show the victory on his face. It would not do, to give the game away at the last moment. He knows better. So he moves his hips just so. Rolling at just the right angle. To grind with in as he thrusts, to grind against as he moves, his body angled just right to tease the Detective's clit.

Strong, calloused hands teasing what feels like EVERYWHERE. That deep rumbling voice monologing a god damned speech on how good Tim's body feels, how perfect he is, how sexy. That cock hitting everything over an over in a way marksmen would WEEP with jealousy at. Tim is pretty sure his brain is melting. Hook up too good, fuck why he came here actually. The others can handle it.

Will he later admit he fucked up? Probably. But that's when he gets the ability to reason again. Right NOW all he can think is a series of frantic porno noises and variations of the word "More". Turns out fumbling around with your teammates is NOT actually a good frame of reference for "what is Sex and how good does it feel?".

Tim doesn't even notice, two position changes and several orgasms later, when he loses his wig. His face is buried in Mystery Hook Up's shoulder, drooling and clinging, as he's worked up and down that mind melting cock like a toy. All that HE registers is that it feels nice to have that stuffy thing off and fingers running through his hair.

His family, though? Freaking out. Tim left with an "informant" (their ASS) and never showed back up. They've all HAD the traumatizing Honeypot Talk from Bruce. They KNOW Femme Fatales are a thing. Homme Fatales are a thing! Did someone send a sexy assassin after Tim!?

Soooooorta.

Dick, powered by the sheer force of Brotherly Murder-Panic and 👌close to showing the world why he and FUCKING DEATHSTROKE have a weird decade long "Thing(tm)" going, kicks down the door to waaaay too many random hook ups... until he eventually find the RIGHT hook up.

Where Timmy ain't got no bones. He be truely, magnificently, well fucked and boneless. A cooked noodle. Orgasm machine ran dry and he can see the shrimp color, Captain. He's cuddling a sex god and actively plotting to tattoo his phone number somewhere on this guy's body. Who CARES where he lives. Tim will MAKE it work. How you feel about breakfast?

Ra's is the exact flavour of Lounging Smug Bastard you imagine.

It's not even smirking "pleased with himself" territory anymore. It's full on "if a tiger were turned into a human, got revenge on the bastard who did it, and was lounging around feeling pleased with itself covered in blood" grinning. Because NOW, he has won.

Dick is, of course, going to break every bone in this Mystery Bastard's body. Jason. Hold him.

Which... just as Tim is about to throw a lamp in defense of his new Sex... something, Robin kicks the window open because "fuck it, I'm helping. Timothy may be an idiot. But he's OUR idiot and you've clearly seduced him with some sort of evil demonic sex magic, you fiend, time to fight." Etc etc.

Only then Hot Hook Up takes of his mask.

He.... He looks a LOT like Damian. A concerning amount. Like... if you were to say, take away the Wayne traits, he'd be almost identical.

Tim is ALSO not a fool.

That grin is very familiar. Those EYES are a shade he knows INCREDIBLY damn well. And oh sweet fuck on a stick he boned Ra's AL Ghul.

And it was amazing.

DAMN IT!!!

Does Tim absolutely HATE that Ra's was right? That Tim SHOULD consider sleeping with him? Yes. Is Tim going to do it again? According to the flashcard forcefully handed to him by his Father, ahem, "No. We do not sleep with Supervillians. We have self control." So... noooooooo, of course not. He would NEVER. Don't be absurd.

(Yes.)

-🐼🐼🐼

tim knows he shouldnt but also knows bruce has no moral highground to say 'dont sleep with supervillains 😭

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I'm so fuckin' pissed at Tumblr right now. I had everything all done and the fucking thing wouldn't post. So, here's the bare bones of what I had.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT

THIS IS SMUTTY AND FLUFFY. IT'S FLUT. PLEASE JOIN ME IN ADDING THIS TO THE READILY AVAILABLE TAGS.

I LOVE THIS MAN. I NEED THIS MAN IN SO MANY WAYS I'VE LOST COUNT.

PLEASE ENJOY THIS. GIVE KAFKA THE LOVE HE DESERVES.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING.

WC ::: JUST OVER 800.

"Ay-yo! Just what do you think you're doing? Mm, miss? I don't think my lady would appreciate you grabbing my ass like that. Especially since she's not around to defend what's hers." Kafka batted your hand away from his chest after you lightly smacked his cute little butt. 

"Oh hush. If your 'lady' had any clue as to just how much of a stud muffin you are, she'd never take her sights off of that sexy dad bod you've got going on here." You climbed into the shower and stood behind him, pressing your still dry breasts against his soaking back. 

"D-dad bod? But I - we - there are no kids. I don't have kids. I - we haven't even talked about having kids." He sounded like he was starting to panic. 

"Calm down. Calm ..." You ran your hands from the fronts of his shoulders down his chest and lightly scratched his upper thighs with your nails, "down."

You felt him tense up beneath your fingertips before he pushed your hands away and turned to face you. 

"Look, Miss...?" He backed you up against the shower wall and pressed his erection to your own cute, pudgy belly. "Eh, y'name's not important. I'll forget it anyway because my heart belongs to another. But I'm gonna make damn sure you never forget who I am." 

Kafka grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and he held them there with one hand. His other hand traced the swell of the outline of your left breast. 

"Keep your hands there. Don't move them until I tell you to do so. Understood? Miss?" He was speaking so closely to your ear that you could feel the breath behind his words. 

You nodded, looking a little taken aback by his behavior. 

He grabbed your right thigh with his hand and hiked your leg up over his hip and pressed into you. You felt everything. 

Kafka slid his hand from your thigh to your backside and lifted your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He slowly lowered you onto his cock, watching your face all the while.

"Miss, you're so tight. Can't say I've ever experienced anything quite like this before. Damn, heh."

You gasped as he fully buried himself inside of you. The warm water was making the entire experience even more enjoyable.

"I told you not to move, Miss. What part of that didn't you understand?" He growled at you.

Kafka shifted his hips and thrust himself into you with such force that you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. His hands gripped your backside so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave bruises.

"Oh fuck!" You cried out, trying to free your hands from his grip.

"Ah, ah, ah. No. You stay right there." He bit down on your shoulder, drawing a moan from you.

Kafka continued to slam into you, and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from the intensity everything.

"K-Kafka! I-I'm gonna ... oh shit! Oh my god!" You tried to pull your arms away from him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Hold it. Not yet." He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into you.

"Please! Please, Kafka! Let me cum! Please!" You begged him.

"Alright. Go ahead, Miss. Cum for me." He released your wrists and held on to your hips with both hands, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you.

You dug your nails into his back and screamed his name as you finally released the tension that had been building inside of you.

"Ah, hah hah hah! Fuck, Kafka! Fuck!" You continued to moan as he slowed down his pace and gently slid out of you.

"That's it, Miss. That's a good girl." He groaned as he reached his own orgasm. You could feel him cum hard inside of you. Your walls pulsating around his throbbing dick. 

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Was that too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I, kitten?" 

You were still trying to catch your breath. But you smiled and shook your head no, "Mm - Kafka, that was so hot. And where did you get the idea to call me 'Miss?'" You found yourself blushing, even after all of that you two just did. 

"Mm-mm-mm. Jus' came to me. You uh, you liked it, huh?" 

"Kafka, you were amazing." You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "You are amazing."

He smiled and kissed you on the lips and gave your butt a playful smack.

You reached for the body wash and started to soap yourself up.

"I don't know about that, Miss. There's something about you that I find strangely irresistible." He winked at you.

"You are talking about me, right? You must be crazy." You teased him.

"Nah, just crazy happy." 

@supersecretsaga @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku

@darkstarlight82 @bakubunny @arlerts-angel

@reiners-milkbiddies @trevengersprincess @katkusuo

@viburnt

[deadgxrlsuperstar]

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!reader headcanons

mildly suggestive, established relationship, jealousy, insults and mild swearing, fluff

- You two are definitely THE power couple of class 3A.

- Katsuki confessed to you randomly when you guys are just hanging out..it would just slip out in one of his insults.

"I still don't understand how the fuck I fell for such a dumbass"

- I think Katsuki would prefer a strong, stubborn and somewhat intimidating woman, someone who challenges him and doesn't let people walk all over her.

- Katsuki would definitely spoil you with gifts even if you protest... gift giving is his primary love language but he also loves giving you acts of service.

- Gym/ training dates

- In public he would appear protective and walk with his hand around your waist while glaring at ANYONE who looks at you for too long.

- In private he is far more touchy and affectionate to the point that it could be overwhelming.

- You both are equally possessive of each other but a healthy kind.

- Katsuki would definitely give you clothes his mum got during one of her shoots if you like fashion or dressing up

- Katsuki is the type of guy to brag about how "badass my girl is" to the rest of the Bakusquad constantly.

- He is HELLA competitive so if you talk about anything one of your friends s/o did for them Katsuki will ALWAYS try to one up them (especially if your friend is going out with Deku)

- Thigh and Ass man 100%. Any chance he gets to touch your Thighs or Ass he will take it....He also randomly slaps your ass playfully.

- He would do small things behind your back to make you annoyed such as hiding something small just so he can conveniently find it for you and get showered in kisses and praise.

-You two have definitely made out just after eating spicy ramen more than once.

- Katsuki would probably like women who wear mostly black or monochrome.

- I think he is a metal head primarily but can enjoy music from any genre. so you two share an extremely diverse playlist.

- Katsuki likes it when you sit on his lap facing him while he plays the drums

- You both like going on hikes together on weekends and he will definitely cook you guys food for when you reach the summit.

-Katsuki secretly loves it when he is little spoon while cuddling, He trusts you enough to show vulnerability.

- Nicknames wise he would call you Babe, Dumbass, Sexy and Stupid.

- I don't think Katsuki would suddenly go super soft because of you or baby you...he is still as much of a stubborn brute now as he was before you two start dating, however he is much more of a tough love kind of man.

- He would support your ambitions and you no matter what as you do with him

- You guys frequently spar together at night which often leads to heated makes out sessions.

- On the down low, you are both intimate A LOT.

- If you ever need help with anything all you need to say to him is "please help me, katsuki" and he will immediately be there for you.

- Katsuki pays close attention to what you like, such as if you are a gold jewellery or silver jewellery girly, what food you like etc

- He internally gets super jealous whenever he see you hanging out and laughing with another guy from 3A, however he would never stop you as he likes to see you happy.

- You guys sleep over at each others dorms so often that you both find it difficult to fall asleep without each other.

- He is willing to move the earth for you just to see you smile.

[cherryblossomwriting]

The debt

Summary: “Y/N’s brother owes Harry money. However, he is unable to pay the debt. So Harry decides to strike a deal that involves Y/N”

Tags: Dom!Mafia/Gang Harry x Innocent/Virgin Y/N

Note: Everything mentioned in this writing is consensual. Harry and Y/N both are 18+

Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes! 

W.C: 1442 

Y/N was in her pyjama set when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't really expecting anyone at 2pm on a sunday afternoon. She had just turned 18 last month and decided to move into her brother's flat. The best part was that the rent wasn't really high, she got her own, private room and also soon realised that her brother was rarely ever at home (god knows what kind of activities he is involved in). She had just completed her long college assignment and was planning on napping for a while. She made her way to the door to see who it was. She opened the door slightly, just enough to poke her head out to see who it was. The tall man with a chiselled face, toned body and long, brown locks reaching his shoulders, she gasped when he harshly pushed the door completely open. 

“Hi, umm are you looking for someone?” Y/N squealed. “Ahh, didn't know he had just an innocent little pretty sister” the man murmured. “Where's your brother?” he asked in his deep voice. “How can his voice be so deep and rough and still be as smooth as honey?” She thought to herself. “Umm.. I am not sure he hasnt come home in two days” she replied. “Oh, is it? I want you to call him right fucking now and tell him to come home” he cocked slyly. She casually bent down to pick up her phone that was lying on the sofa, without realising how her short shorts hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass. He could feel his cock stir in his pants. There was something about her innocence that turned him on. She called her brother's number and asked him to come home. “He is coming home in 10 mins,” she answered shyly, unintentionally biting her lip (she did that when she was nervous). That lip bite made him go furreal, he wanted to bite that lip. Push her down and take her right on that sofa. Ruin her. Destroy her. Fuck her. 

After 10 mins, y/b/n entered the house, not expecting to see Harry there. “H-hey, Harry. How are you? W-what are y-you doing here?” he asked with a blank expression. His face looked like he just saw a ghost. “Harry… what a sexy name” Y/N she thought to herself. “You motherfucker, cut the bullshit, you know exactly why I am here. To collect my money. It has been 6 months for fucks sake. I want my bloody money right fucking now or I will hesitate to show you who is in power here.” he roared with dominance. He slightly lifted his suit to show the gun that rested on his hip. 

“H-harry you know how things have been for me, I don't have a penny to give you right now. I-I promise, I will pay you by the end of this month. Please,believe me.” “Over my dead fucking body will I give you more time. You've been saying the same thing to me for the past 4 months. Do you think I am stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do i need to remind you about who youre fucking talking to? I am the fucking drug kingpin of London, it wont take me a minute to kill you and throw your body in a place where no one will ever find it.” he smirked knowing the effect his loud and dominating voice has on people. 

Y/N was terrified to say the least. “Why does her brother owe money to the fucking drug mafia leader? Will he actually kill my brother? No, I have to save him!” she thought to herself. She mustered up her strength and said, “N-no, please don't kill him. P-please.” 

“Oh baby girl, I'm afraid I might have to if he doesn't pay up.” the mafia leader uttered. 

“Y/N, go to your room. I can handle this myself, I don't want you to get involved,” y/b/n said. 

“You know what I have a deal for you. I will forgive the loan. On one condition. You have to let me fuck your sweet little, innocent sister” harry said. “W-what. N-no. that's my sister dude” y/b/n said. “Im not your fucking dude. You have two options and they are in front of you.” Harry said while roughly squeezing y/b/n cheeks and jaws. 

Y/N couldn't believe her ears and eyes at the moment. “He wanted to fuck me? I am a virgin. Do I really want to lose my virginity to this man? I mean no doubt he is fucking hotter than the devil but he was in the mafia for fucks sake.” These thoughts were spiralling in her brain. 

“O-ok, I-I am ready. If that's what it takes to save my brother's life. I am ready” Y/N retorted. 

“Y/N you don't have to do this. There are other ways” y/b/n said. “I don't think you have much of a choice right now anyways. I will be taking her to my mansion and she will be safely dropped back home once I'm done with her,” he smirked, winking at me. “I will go change and then we can leave” Y/N said as she walked her way to her room.

Y/N changed into my favourite white, bow dress pairing it up with stockings and boots. If im doing this might as well do it properly. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time before leaving my room and going towards Harry. “Ooh you've already got me so hard baby. You have no idea what you're in for. I hope you don't like this dress and stockings because they are going to be torn apart” he whispered in her ear. He held her arm and they left the flat.  

They drove up to his humongous mansion. He took her to his bedroom. He swung the door open and pushed her on his bed. “I will make sure to pleasure you so much that there will be fat tears streaming down your eyes,” he said. He pushed Y/N on his bed and took both her legs in his left hand and with his right hand he tore open the flimsy stockings. “Spread your legs fo’ me” he commanded. As she spread her legs, he started licking long strips up her slit. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he moaned and kept fucking her with his tongue while his fingers rub on her clit. “On your knees and hands, NOW!” he demanded. Y/N quickly was on all fours. “I will make sure this pussy remembers who fucked it so good. It was made fo’ me” He poked his tip on her entrance and slowly entered her weeping hole, inch by inch. “Please, do something it hurts” Y/N cried out. “Oh, yeah, then you're gonna live what I'm about to do next.”  He pulled out completely. “Why did you pull-ohh,” Y/N moaned and he thrusted his 9-inch cock all at once. He started relentlessly pistoning his cock right in her virgin hole. He kept fucking her doggy-style. 

He held you by your stomach and turned you on your back. His cock re-entered her pussy. “I love seeing your face when I enter you. You’re perfect. It's like you were made for me” he said as he kept thrusting in you. “Bloody hell, you have the perfect, perky tits” he said as he took your left nipple in his mouth and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. He took your other nipple in his fingers and kept pinching and fondling them. “Im gonna cum, oh god” she said as his movements became faster, wanting her to cum first. He saw her eyes roll at the back of her head as her fingers grasp the expensive, velvet sheets and a moan erupts from the depth of her throat  as she feels the euphoric high. After she rides her high, Harry cums deep inside her, coating her insides white with his milky cum. He has never cum this much. He slowly pulls out and falls on top of her, his head hidden in the crook of her neck. 

His thick cum oozing out of her glistening pussy. He feels himself harden again at the site of his cum flowing out her pussy. 

“Are we done?” Y/N asks shyly. “Oh baby, this is just the start of the night, you have no idea of what you're in for” he says as he slowly enters her pussy once again. 

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[lorifragolina]

Stupid Steve almost missed it

I got another row for @harringrovesummerbingo! I had planned another story for this square, but I was on holiday and saw a shirless guy hiking, and he was so Billy coded... so here you are a sexy sexy Billy, Steve!

Title: Stupid Steve almost missed it

Square & Prompt: C3 ""Backseat of the Camaro turns out to be smaller than its look like""

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2374

Major Tags: Billy hiking barely dressed, internalized homofobia

Summary: Steve is a dumb idiot, but don't worry, Billy is patient. Well, more or less patient, but just because Harrington is pretty. And brave, at the end.

Read it in AO3

It was hot, on the Camaro backseat. They opened all the windows but they’re bothered by the street lights. At least, Steve was. Billy was snoring soundly, spreaded against and over him, drooling and fucking transpiring like an oven, that wasn’t really enjoyable in the hot night somewhere in the goddamn Oklahoma. 

Steve tried to close his eyes, squeezed in the backseat, sweating, thinking that they had two days more to drive, and asking himself how the hell he had come here.

Steve threw his classic graduation pool party; he wasn’t as popular as the last few years, of course, but he didn’t want to lose his last opportunity. The party wasn’t as bustling as before, but some of his former best friends were there and he was quite satisfied.

Robin was sucking a strawberry popsicle, switching her glance between Nancy, with her chaste bikini, and Heater, with her lot of teased hair and a red bathsuit, and heart shaped sunglasses.

The party was there too, throwing a ball between themselves in the water, and then, when they got bored, they also began to throw food and ice cubes.

Tommy and Carol were gossiping to each other, drinking beer and smoking, and Jonahan was rolling a joint at Nancy’s side, at the moment.

Billy Hargrove was lying down on a beach chair, a little far from the others, hiding behind his sunglasses, showing a pair of trunks and a smooth, ripped chest.

Hagan offered a beer to Billy and they chatted a little; then when Hagan went away, Billy briefly yelled and bullied his sister and the kids, then sat near the pool, without entering; and finally returned to his chair, sighing. 

The night got darker, they ordered pizza and drank more, the kids got a little bored and sat down at the poolside chatting in a low voice; the older teens too were a little drunk and reunited in little groups, there had been a strange coalition between Tommy, Jonathan and some of the other guys, while the girls gathered around Robin who was share some band gossip, and she appeared really delighted for having all those beautiful women hanging from her lips

Steve too was a little drunk, and a little stoned, the shit Jonathan gave him was really good; he blew the smoke and let his eyes look around.

Billy was still alone in the chair, he saw he briefly played with Max in the water before, but now he was drying there, chilling with a can of beer.

“Hey,” Steve sat in the other chair at Billy’s side, mumbling a little of his words.

“Mmm mmm,” Billy grunted, straightening just a little. 

“Wanna try?” Steve passed the joint to Billy, stretching to him and touching his knee.

Billy grinned and took the joint, keeping his eyes in Steve’s eyes. He saw how the other followed every little move of his lips around the paper, every little quiver of his fingers taking the drag. 

Billy blew the smoke on Steve’s face, squinting his eyelashes and stretching to him. Steve had difficulties to focus, and for a moment he opened his lips and closed his eyes, expectantly. 

Billy put a hand around his neck and Steve suddenly shaked. He flinched, jumping immediately on his feet, and leaving Billy surprised and dazed.

“No… no…” he murmured, running away to the other side of the pool.

Billy snarled his teeth and finished the joint.

It hadn’t been an isolated incident. They had gotten closer to each other during the last months in school. Practices for the championship, the kids doing things outside, the looks, the tries to have normal conversations, until the afternoons when they remained alone together in the locker room, blushing and trying not to look at each other, the shy talks, the compliments, the showers they shared, shivering while playing cool…. Billy notices Steve’s maneuvers and Steve notices Billy’s interest, but none of them did anything… until that moment. 

Billy would die for tucking his hands in Steve’s trunks and Steve felt his limbs melt at the thought of touching Billy’s warm, smooth chest. 

Nonetheless, Steve ran away. 

Billy tried to approach him a couple days after, leaving Max at the arcade. He waited a little, leaning on the Camaro, until Steve made visual contact.

“Hey princess,” he slammed Steve, who looked away, visibly uncomfortable.

Steve just grunted. Billy came closer.

Steve looked around, biting his lips.

“Want to go somewhere more private?” Whispered Billy with a giggle. 

“What?”

Billy touched his arm softly. 

“To end what we began yesterday”, he grinned, but he had to witness how the color went away from his face. 

“Yesterday? No, you’re wrong. I didn’t…” he muttered, and backed up to put space between them. He looked around again and saw the kids near the entrance of the arcade, so he turned back and reached his car.

“Were you talking with Billy?” Billy heard Max asking.

Steve giggled nervously. “Me? Oh, no, not at all”.

Billy threw away the cig butt and slammed the Camaro door.

A mouth passed and they barely saw each other, and they didn’t exchange a word anymore. Steve knew that Billy was working in the community pool and had avoided it with special care. He felt regretful, sometimes, but most of the time he just tried to shoo the thought and tell himself that it didn’t go anywhere. 

That day, he went to collect the kids at the quarry, after work. He parked the car and started to climb down the trail to find them, when he stopped suddenly, in the middle of a step. 

Not that Billy wasn’t beautiful every day, and not that he never saw him that way, but the time passed and the circumstances made him desire to sink in the ground.

Billy was walking up on the same path, and stopped in turn, putting a hot smile on, and a hand on his hip.

He was shirtless, and the shorts he was wearing rested on his hips a little lower that decency wanted. It seemed that he had worked out every single way, because his as usual waxed chest was more ripped and Steve could see every little muscle under his skin, including those indecent little arrows on his stomach hiding in the short’s belt. The upper part of his happy trail was on display under his navel, and Steve almost fainted, feeling his blood leaving all his vital organs and painfully coming to his crotch.

He felt stupid. He was drooling for that body almost all year and he tried to deny it. And he felt bold too, now he was in front of that masterpiece all alone and he wanted to drop on his knees and beg, and praise, and maybe suck…

“Hey pretty boy,” whispered Billy. 

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but after a rustle at his right, another man came out of the bushes at the side of the road.

“Hey blondie…” the other man greeted Billy, coming nearer to him and looking at him as he couldn’t see anything else. 

Billy licked his lips and smiled at him, and then returned to Steve. 

“Hey princess, meet Aaron. He is… my friend,” he grinned saying that, and Aaron giggled too. He was pretty similar to Billy, only a little taller and bald, his shorts with an indecent low waist, shirtless, neat and muscled.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, without shaking his hand, and Steve was astonished enough to forget how to move. 

Aaron brushed his face on Billy’s neck and Steve saw his hand slipping sloppily on Billy’s hips and bottom. 

Billy smiled sensually, and grinned at Steve.

“Well, we have to go, pretty boy,” he said, passing Steve and keeping climbing the path. 

Steve didn’t dare move and stayed there for several minutes, hearing their steps on the pebbles, their chatting and the rumble in his ears. He felt a stupid. A dumb, idiot, stupid douchebag. 

It was evident from the hickeys on Billy’s neck that he moved on before himself.

Steve was setting the place for the 4th of July barbecue when he heard Max’s voice behind him and freeze. Of course, he tried to ignore the intrusive thought when Max said she wouldn’t need a lift for coming to the barbecue near the lake. She said she would go with El so he had simply hoped that Hopper drove them, or maybe Lucas’ mother. 

But when he heard Max bickering with Billy, and his sarcastic laugh, he knew he was wrong. And he had to face the thought that maybe he was there with that erotic, half naked friend of his.

But Billy was alone and avoided him, at first. He put the drinks in the pile and lit a cig, rambling with Sinclair, Max and Mike, but Steve knew that when he paused his grumbles, he was looking at him. 

Steve stepped at Billy's side, casually, checking the burgers or something similar.

“Where is your friend? Aaron, right?” He asked, trying to stay cool, but with a strange high pitch in his voice.

Billy took a drag and grinned. “There is no friend, Harrington.”

“Oh, too bad,” Steve internally cheered up, and couldn’t hide his smile completely. “What’s happened?”

Billy waited a little to answer, finishing his cig and throwing the butt away. “He was too much of a bitch. Don’t be sad for me, princess”, Billy scoffed and went away a few steps, promptly taking a new cig and sitting on a chair, leg spreaded and sunglasses on. 

Steve felt his face hot and his hands shaking a little. 

Jane came near to him, putting the salad on the table next to the grill. 

“He said that he has to get rid of us,” she said without looking at Steve. “That we are brats and an inconvenience and he didn’t want us around.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve was confused and he didn’t understand a word.

“That guy… Aaron”.

“Did you meet him?”

Jane nodded. “Yes. They were holding hands. And he said he or us and Billy said him to fuck off”.

Jane shrugged and went away. Steve was, once again, startled. Had Billy dumped that hot sexy guy who held his hand in public in favor of the party?

Steve swallowed his pride and reached Billy, dragging a chair at his side.

“God I just wanted five minutes of silence, thanks sweet Jesus,” muttered Billy, in a low voice, but not so low that Steve couldn't hear him.

“Wow you’re in a kind of a mood, aren’t you?”

Billy lowered the sunglasses, looking sharply at him. “I use to feel moody when I don’t fuck enough,” he snapped, enjoying the blush on Steve’s cheeks. 

“Wow, so if you fuck tonight you will be in a better mood?” said Steve, confused.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow morning if you wanna try”.

Steve jumps back as he burns. 

“N… No, I… I meant…”

Billy shrugged and stood on his feet. “I knew,” he scoffed, going away.

“Where are you going?” Steve sighed desperately.

“You’re not the only fish in the sea,” Billy answered harshly and walked to the car parking.

Steve opened his mouth wide, completely blanked out.

“Jesus Christ, Steve, if you don’t go, I’ll go,” snapped Jonathan, scaring him, with a disgusted and annoyed look.

Billy was near the Camaro, about to take off his sleeveless shirt, when Steve reached him, and he knew he couldn’t be clear headed if he did.

“So you’ll call Aaron?” He said the first thing that came to mind, and he immediately felt stupid.

Billy looked sharply at him, thinking he was an idiot. “No, Aaron wasn’t the one I’m searching for”.

“What are you searching for?”

“Why, Harrington?”

“I… I just want to know. Maybe I…”

Billy interrupted him, clicking his tongue. “No. I don't want a one night stand. I want a boyfriend. Yes, a boyfriend, Harringron,” he reacted to Steve’s surprised look. Billy lowered his eyes. “A boyfriend that loves my friends and doesn’t be afraid to hold my hand in public,” he murmured, while Steve blushed again. “I want to go now, if you…”

“I want to hold your hand in public,” said Steve suddenly. Billy scoffed.

“Yeah, and until when? Until mum and dad ask you for your girl? Until you see the disgusted look of Curly or when someone calls you faggot in the street?”

“I just need… time”.

“I’ve already been in the closet and I don’t want to return in it,” Billy turned his back to Steve. “And anyway, I haven’t time, I’ll leave for California any day,” he sat in the car and left, before Steve could even react.

“I told them!” Steve ran to Billy in the arcade parking lot, jumping off Jonathan’s van along with the kids. He faced Billy proudly and with a satisfied look.

“Are you nuts, Harrington? What are you talking about?”

“I told my parents I have a… a boyfriend,” his voice trembled a little. The kids gasped behind him.

“Oh, congrats, and I know him?” grinned Billy, without skipping a beat.

Steve looked at the ground. “I told them I want to go to California with you,” he whispered. Billy raised an eyebrow, and Steve took his hand and squeezed it. 

Billy looked with the corner of his eyes the party, including Max and Jane, and Jonathan, waiting holding their breaths. 

“There’s no second thoughts,” insisted Billy.

Steve took from his pocket a bundle of money. “I sold the Beamer ''.

Billy smiled and blinked a couple of times.

He cupped Steve’s face and leant to kiss him. 

The kids cheered and clapped behind them.

And so, now they were there, squeezed in the backseat of the Camaro. It was big enough when they were caught in the heat of the passion, having sex one on the top of the other; but it was a little hasty when they decided to sleep in the car for the first day, to save some money, a. Steve wanted to slip on the front seat, but it turned out that Billy was surprisingly clingy and heavy. 

Steve sat back, sighing, and closed his eyes again.

[sinfulstarskitten]

BP House 4

After a serious cold shower, you dress up in a pair of sweats to head down to breakfast

You don’t bother putting on boxers, knowing they’d come off at some point during the day anyway. Why not have easy access?

You walk into the kitchen hoping for a light morning snack but damn you find a whole ass meal instead.

Jennie, dressed in a white button down, has Jisoo bent over the kitchen counter, hands tied behind her back, cheek pressed against the cold marble. The sexy woman is dressed in a silky red nightgown, no bra but lace red panties.

“Good. I was waiting here for a while wondering if you’d show up. This darling needs a punishment.”

Jisoo chuckles darkly. “Why? Cause I teased you last night? Wasn’t that what you do to me all the time?”

Jennie shoved Jisoos face back into the counter, eyes darkening. “I’m the master here. You follow my orders.”

“What can I say.” Jisoo sends me a wink. “I’m a rebellious one.”

You noticed from the way Jennie but her lip that the girl was turned on by the elders disobedience. But she just spanked Jisoos exposed ass hard and pinned her to the counter with her knee. Jennie looked at you darkly as she said.

“You’re gonna fuck her from behind, in this same position, while I finish my breakfast you’re not gonna let her touch herself. You will follow my orders no matter what she says, and you will be merciless, got it?”

You gulp. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy.”

You replaced Jennie with your own body, making sure Jisoo can’t escape the lewd position. Jennie sits down on a bar stool, pouring herself some cereal and a glass of wine. You look down at Jisoo nervously, eyes lingering over her hiked up nightdress, showing off her perfect ass and sexy underwear.

“You’re okay with this right?” You bend down to murmur in Jisoos ear.

She laughs. “Darling this turns me on so much I could come right now.”

Jennie smiles a bit at that, then returns to her usual bitch face. “How about you start by removing her underwear. I want to see her ass turn red as her gown when you spank her.”

You swallow thickly and nod, slowly pulling down Jisoo’s underwear to reveal her thick buns. You look down at the underwear in your hands and find it wet. Jisoo wasn’t kidding when she said she was turned on.

“You can keep it.” Jennie smirks.”I’ll have u jerk off to it later.”

You nod and pocket your treasure. Then, you slowly push back her nightgown to her waist, exposing her full ass in all its glory.

You can’t help but run your hand over the smooth flesh, giving it a light squeeze. They mounded under your fingers like bread dough.

“Good, now give each cheek a hard slap." Jennie's voice drips with sadistic pleasure. "As many times till I order you to stop. I want her screaming for mercy by the end of it."

You can't help but be aroused by Jennie's words, and you know Jisoo was feeling it much better than you were. You gave her perfect cheeks another squeeze, before letting your palms come down in a harsh slap. Jisoo lets out the most erotic whimper, causing your dick to grow hard.

"Again."

You slap her ass again, watching the cheeks jiggle as they slowly turn red. You come down on her again and again, groaning at the sexual sounds and the sight of her cheeks turning bright red, like a ripe peach. You wanna go down and bite at her sore juicy cheeks, but you don't dare disobey Jennie.

Jisoo was moaning like a fucking pornstar this time, and you realise how vocal she is in bed. Her hair sticks to her sweaty face as she looks up at Jennie.

"I'm so fucking wet that I'm dripping down on the kitchen floor." She gasps, grinding her hips against the counter for emphasis. "Please Jennie, let him stuff me."

Jennie sipped her wine calmly. "Beg some more."

"Please princess." Jisoo squirms, trying to meet her ass with your clothed dick. "I'm so sorry for teasing you like that. I was so mean for not letting you come. It was so pleasant to see you whine like a baby for me that I couldn't help it. I know whose boss now. So please, command him to fuck me like the disobedient slut I am."

Jennie bites her lip to hold back a moan, trying her best to keep her expression cold. It was obvious that as a Dom, Jennie was used to being the boss. She was used to fucking her sub maknaes and having them follow her every word. But a switch like Jisoo was difficult. One minute she's under you worshipping your very being, and the next she has you wrapped around her finger. You could see how wet Jennie gets for her when she switches like that.

"Okay." Jennie's voice shakes as she looks you in the eye. "Fuck her like a goddamn animal. She's just a rag doll. Go as deep as you can.

*** Jisoo moans and Jennie shudders. You dont waste a bit of time and spread Jisoo's milky thighs, revealing her literally dripping pussy. Your dick springs up from under your sweats, and without warning or any prep, you shove it into her entrance.

You're not gentle. You go all the way in on the first stroke. Jisoo screams your name, her hands behind her back twisting to get loose. You give her ass a slap to force her to stay still and she moans harder. You're hips pick up a steady and fast rhythm, rutting into her like you were an animal, forcing your dick through her thick juicy walls. You look up when you hear Jennie moan, and turn to see that she was touching herself.

"I should have stayed in Rose's room last night." She whimpers. "But you shoved those tits in my face and told me they were bigger than rose's. I left the poor girl on the edge of her orgasm for you. But you were playing both of us weren't you?" Her eyes darken cruelly. "Pull down the top of her nightgown. Let's see what those melons do when they're pressed against the cold marble."

You obey, slipping the straps from Jisoo's shoulder while you continue to fuck her rough, not giving the girl a moment to protest. You pull the silk down her breasts and bunch up the fabric at her waist. Jisoo hisses as her nipples hit the cold tile.

"You can't touch them like I did last night." Jennie pouts. "You can't even rub them on the counter with how tight she's holding you down. You're just our little play thing. Look at your body, all limp and helpless. Oh its a delicious sight from here."

Jisoo almost screamed, with your merciless thrusts and Jennie's bittersweet words. You spread Jisoo's legs all the way so you could go deeper inside her.

"So fucking big." Jisoo's eyes roll back and her tongue pokes out of her mouth. Her ass jiggles and her boobs press against the counter. "Oh oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Jisoo's moan is beautiful as her voice on stage as she comes all over your dick, giving you a newfound satisfaction. You ride out her orgasm, relishing the wet squelching sounds your cock made as it drilled into her. You can fit your entire length into her now, all the way to your balls.

"I'm close Mommy." You hiss. "I can feel it."

Jennie's grin turns cruel as she gulps down the rest of her wine, and walks towards you. She hikes herself up onto the counter, leaning back to lay next to Jisoo as the girl you were fucking senseless frowned.

Jennie sexually unbuttoned her shirt, showing off her big juicy breasts. Your mouth watered. If the maknaes were fat little cherries, the unnies here were fucking fat melons.

"Pull out of her baby."

You freeze at her words and Jisoo gasps.

"No Jennie no! You know how much I've been wanting this! I've been waiting to be filled with cum for a year! Please, don't do this."

"I said." Jennie looks at you darkly. "Fucking. pull. out."

Your hips slow and you pull out hesitantly, causing Jisoo to whine, tears slipping down her face. You jerk as a surprise second orgasm from Jisoo coats your dick just as you pulled out, causing you to understand just how much this turned her on.

"Now, come on my breasts baby." Jennie gives her girls a seductive squeeze. "Paint my tits with your thick hot cum."

You obey, her words instantly causing you to shoot your cum all over her boobs. You're mouth waters at the sight, how your seed thickly coats her soft round flesh, like iced donuts, how they drip down her nipple onto her flat stomach. You came harder at the lewd imagine, covering your Mommy in ropes and ropes of thick cum. Jisoo watches in utter jealousy, rubbing her thighs together while the sticky sounds of her orgasm resonate from the room.

Once you were done, Jennie laughed at the sight, running a finger up her stomach to catch some of your cum. She has her eyes on Jisoo while she licks it up.

"So yummy." She giggles, before shoving that same finger into Jisoo's mouth. The older girl sucks on it desperately.

"You've learnt your lesson now haven't you Unnie?" Jennie smiled. "Now do you want your reward."

Jisoo raised an eyebrow. "Another lick of his cum?"

Jennie laughed. "Oh its so much better. Let her go, Y/n."

You slowly back off from Jisoo and she stands upright. You notice the bruises on her sticky thighs from how they rammed against the counter.

"Climb on top of me." Jennie whispered. "Then lick and suck the cum off my breasts till your full baby."

Jisoo moans, not wasting any time before crawling on top of the younger girl. She rubs her ass against Jennie's thighs, before leaning down to lick a stroke from her nipple to her collarbone, making Jennie shiver.

"You're doing great honey." Jennie bites her lip. "How does my baby boy's cum taste?"

"Like heaven." Jisoo moans against Jennie's chest, sucking on the round plump flesh.

"You're done here sweetie, go get some rest." Jennie's eyes meet yours for a moment before Jisoo distracts her again with her tongue. You grin, giving the cheeky girl another slap on the ass before heading out of the kitchen. You grab Jennie's cereal on the way, munching as you head up to your room, imagining your next sexual fantasy.

[all-pacas]

do you have any book recs or something you read recently that you really loved? i’ve been in a bit of a slump with my reading and i’d love to pick it back up

lol thanks for indulging me!

Currently I'm working my way through 2666 by Roberto Bolaño. It is very good, very dense, and impossible to even start to explain, one of those novels in a novel in a novel situations, loosely about a city in Mexico, but also a) a love triangle between english professors b) a teacher who grows obsessed with a physics book c) an American reporter sent to Mexico to report on a boxing match d) hundreds of murdered women e) a german writer. It's. It's a lot. It's very good, it's very long, I cannot explain it succinctly.

I also just started Haruki Murakami's Wild Sheep Chase, which. I love Murakami novels but they are probably not for everyone! As a starter book for him I like to recommend Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, as it's less surreal and more grounded than a lot of his novels (and shorter). Killing Commodore, one of his more recent novels, was very fun. And if you're into sort of weird Japanese literature, I highly recommend The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa, a sort of… sci-fi-ish story about a lovely peaceful society who, periodically, have concepts (like "birds") outlawed and thus forgotten by all, or anything by Sayaka Murata, who has what I can only describe as humanity dysphoria and writes fascinating short stories.

After I wrote all this I decided to self-shame and show off my Book Mountain, the pile of books by my nightstand I've accumilated over many, many months and mostly have not yet read:

The Field Guide to the Connecticut River is actually super interesting if, like me, you grew up in New England and never thought of that river over there as an eco system in itself. It has illustrations! Pictures of frogs! Geological maps! Super fun to just page through, makes me wanna go hike and look at ponds.

Mary Beard is a fantastic author and I've loved her other Roman-related books (SPQR and Pompeii), super stoked to take another crack at Emperor of Rome.

Ours is a really well written novel with an interesting idea — in the 19th century a group of mostly escaped slaves form their own secret town hidden by magic and isolated from the rest of the world, and how that both protects and hurts them. I just can't get into it, but eventually I'll finish it.

A Children's Bible is quite short and it was fantastic. A group of rich adults rent a summer home and bring a dozen or so children, who are left to fend for themselves as their parents drink and lie around, all while quietly in the background the rest of the world collapses.

Lies and Weddings was fun! it's by the author of Crazy Rich Asians and is essentially a remix of that, just set in England this time. But if you like that sort of thing, it's a fun, quick read.

Bright Young Women was another really good book, I just recently finished re-reading it. I very much enjoyed Jessica Knoll's first book, Luckiest Girl Alive, she's a very strong POV writer. Bright Young Women is a sort of… fictionalized version of the fallout of the Ted Bundy murders, except the murderer is never named or made out to be sexy or sympathetic or cool. It's more about what comes before and after 'the perpetrator' comes into people's lives. Very, very good book.

Another novel (not pictured, but it's on my bookshelf in my line of sight) I really enjoyed recently is Wellness by Nathan Hill: he wrote The Nix a few years back and that was also great, he has a very light and funny style even as he's tackling like. Grief and trauma. Wellness is basically about a married couple in a rough spot, examining them both, how they came to be who they are, the way your past shapes you even if you don't know it, and who they try to be for one another. Maybe halfway through the story there is a silly little anecdote that later came back and made me cry because it was so lovely and paid off so well. Definitely recommend.

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 4

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,9k

18+, minors do not interact

After a week or so, you got your assignment back. You happily jumped in your bed, seeing an A. Not only did you get a great score, Professor Shinazugawa pointed out some minor mistakes, but apart from that, he sent you a lengthy email about your additional work. He was impressed that you went through with it and was overall pleased with the effects. He also wrote that he will remember about that while giving you the final pass.

Fall was hitting hard. The days became shorter and shorter, rain and wind attacking your window. The seasonal depression also dropped on your shoulders, as you felt kinda sleepy and out of energy all the time. You liked to stay in your room, relax and do things that you only do by yourself, but you also missed the opportunity of going out.

Well, it was about to change.

Next Monday you learned that you may attend a research field trip. It sounded really fun! Anna and her major were also going. You were honestly grateful about that, she was a social butterfly and would never leave you alone in such a situation. Feeling a tingling sensation in your back you smiled to yourself. You felt like you were back in highschool, about to go on a trip with your class.

✦

Two weeks passed by and you found yourself in front of your wardrobe, packing your large, hiking backpack. No, you were not stupid enough to take a suitcase with you, in the mountains. You already pictured all the shocked people, about to carry the fifty kilo plastic boxes up that mountain. There was always someone like that.

Your first enthusiasm faded away, when you realised, it will be freaking cold. Longing to all your crop tops, strapless dresses and swimming suits, you grabbed the long, warm trousers, waterproof jacket and a winter hat. You didn't know if there was ever a trend for sexy hikers, but you would definitely never be one of them in your warm, baggy clothes. Well, nevermind, it was meant to keep you warm and healthy during the trip.

You had to reach the town where the trip was about to start on your own, so you were about to go with Anna and two other people by car.

✦

The day came and it started with rain. The weather was awful, cold and windy. You were glad that you didn't have to take the public transport and spend several hours in trains and buses, just to get to the town that was forgotten by civilization.

Packing yourself into Anna's car, you realised, it was already full. The trunk nearly didn't close and there were three girls in the back. Your friend saved you the front seat. With that, all of you took off.

''That's going to be an interesting trip.'' One of the backseaters started, a pale and ginger girl.

''Do you plan something?'' Ann snickered, knowing well her gossiping friends.

''We don't even have to.'' A different one, with chocolate skin and long curly hair added.

''By the way, the gossips at the back are, Veronica, Janet and Sophie.'' Anna outshouted them and all of them darted their eyes your way.

Veronica was sitting right behind you, you saw her giving you a small wave in the mirror. She had medium length black hair, bangs cut right before her eyes, cat like glasses and a small frown on her pinkish lips. She was dressed in grunge, her band t-shirt and chequered trousers framing nicely her plus size form.

Janet was in the middle, her long legs squeezed between the other girls. You must admit, her hair was a game changer, long and perfectly curly. The girl wore a comfortable dress set.

Sophie looked a bit like a squirrel, she was very ginger, pale and kinda small. On the other hand, she definitely didn't act like a squirrel, she was loud and full of life, not looking like someone scared and anxious.

Looking at Ann, her short, business sharp, sunny blonde hair and a gym body, you felt like Gollum. Well, shit, not everyone has the same mindset as you- comfortable first.

''Hi, I'm Y/N.'' You waved at them and they greeted you with enthusiasm. ''What do you mean by interesting trip?''

''Didn't you hear what Professors were going with us?'' Sophie asked in a sneaky manner.

''I did hear some names, but I don't recognize them.'' You answered.

''Ooookay, then hear that!'' The ginger one bursted out.

''Better get some popcorn.'' Ann laughed.

''Shut up, okay. There is Professor Rengoku going, he is very fun aaaaand good looking. Then there is Shinazugawa, the next hottie, and the Kocho sisters.'' She said it like the names only were news.

''I don't know them beside Professor Shinazugawa.'' You said.

''Okay, listen to this. Professor Rengoku is not important in this story, it's more about the rest. Miss Kanae and Shinobu Kocho are both Professors, they are like tied to each other. Shinazugawa and the older Kocho, Kanae, were once engaged! Then, out of the blue, he broke off the engagement and they say that Miss Kanae had a really hard time because of that. I've also heard that something was happening between the three of them later and the university administration had to interfere due to work etique. I've heard that Miss Shinobu Kocho got involved with Shinazugawa in something more serious, like they were in an argument. Miss Kanae is supposed to give him a cold shoulder, but I've also heard that she is not so innocent. And that Shinazugawa guy, they say he is kinda nasty and left her because he is not a relationship one.''

That sounded like... a melodrama.

''Half of that must be bullshit Sophie.'' Anna laughed out loud.

''That's what I've heard.'' Sophie shrugged her shoulders.

''I only believe in that part about the engagement and the end of it.'' You also laughed at the highschool love drama.

''Okay okay, maybe some of it may be made up, but I can certainly say, that they are not fond of each other and they will have to talk with each other a lot on that trip.'' The ginger said.

✦

The story that you heard during your car ride made you think a bit more about Shianzugawa. It crossed your mind that he also has a life of his own, and hearing this news it may not be perfect. If he reale was the one breaking the engagement, he must have had a reason to do that. On the other hand he may simply be a cold-hearted bitch for everyone.

Well, you could only wonder. It was none of your business.

It came out that the four of you would also share a room. While unpacking, you heard Anna talk with someone on the phone. She soon came to the rest of you and explained in an excited manner, that there will be a small party. Her major was throwing something in their rooms.

''I will come but I will definitely not drink anything.'' You gave your friend a raised eye look.

You were not getting a hangover barely the first day. It was a research trip, not a vacation in Dubai. Also, you didn't want to get on any professor's bad side. That Rengoku guy may be chill, but your Shianzugawa was not.

''Pooper.'' She turned her butt your way and started to change.

''Yeah, yeah.'' You laughed her fake tantrum off.

You, Ann, Veronica, Janet and Sophie found the party room later in the evening. Entering the party zone you found out that not many students gave a damn about the research part of this trip.

''Do you have a plan for tomorrow?'' Veronica asked, sitting next to you on a bed.

''Not yet, they will post it anytime now.'' You answered.

That was also why you didn't want to party too much. You may have some morning lessons and you didn't want to miss them. The scholarship wont earn itself.

''Same here.'' She sighed, dragging her hand through her hair. ''I'm surprised so many people don't give a shit about it.''

The party was going on for some time but you felt more and more tired. The packing, the ride, it wore you off enough. Skipping to Ann, you told her that you're going to bed.

''I'm coming with you.'' Veronica also had enough.

While on your trip back, you found out that the plan was ready. Opening it on your phone you saw that your first hike would start at 6 am. Holly shit, that was early.

The two of you went back to your room and straight to bed.

✦

In the morning, you found yourself sitting in the nearly empty dining hall. The Professors were already there, apart from a small bunch of students. They didn't look pleased with the attendance. After twenty minutes of sitting and nearly falling asleep, you heard one of them speak.

''Okay, we will start the lecture like this.'' A tall, black haired woman stood in the middle of the hall. ''I would like the groups to find their leading Professors. Group one will start with me, please gather around one table.'' A bunch of people shifted their seats. ''Group two with Professor Shinobu Kocho.'' The other black haired woman gave the speaking one a smile, before taking off to her students. ''Group three with Professor Rengoku.'' There were only three people present, one of them was Veronica, who gave you a nod.''And finally group four with Professor... Shinazugawa.''

The speaking woman gave Shinazugawa a weird look. She seemed to be uneasy with the fact that she placed her eyes on him. On the other hand the white haired man didn't even face her. He was looking around the room, trying to spott the supposed forming group.

That must be the Kocho.

Everyone started to gather around their leading ones and you made your way near Professor Shinazugawa, as you were group four. Standing in front of him, you looked around but no one else was coming your way. Every minute was more and more awkward because the two of you stood in silence, you looking around the corners, he looking straight at you, both in silence.

''Is that the... whole group?'' The whiyte haired man grumbled.

''I guess so.'' You sighed, wishing that you would also stay at the party and sleep with a gigantic hangover right now. ''What are we doing now?''

''And what are we supposed to do?'' He gave you a raised brow look and you felt stupid. ''We are going on the hike, it's their fault they can't drink. You shouldn't be punished for their absence.''

So not going on the hike was supposed to mean a punishment for you?

You do you, Professor.

Somehow, you felt scared and excited at the same moment. Scared because you will have to talk to him, excited, because you will have the opportunity to talk to him. Maybe you will get to know something interesting on your one on one, several hours long trip with Professor Shinazugawa.

Wait, you are going on a one on one, several hours long hike with Professor Shianzugawa. Why were you thinking about... oh my god, get a hold of yourself girl!

SERIES MASTERLIST

[rayslittlekitten]

Distraction

A/N: So a while back in a discord discussion, the idea of Benny nailing someone shorter than him and literally having them on their tip toes somehow got brought up and I took the challenge. This went a bit in a different direction that I had initially thought it would, but I'm happy with how this came out. This takes place after Triple Frontier. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde for taking a look at this for me!

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Benny Miller x F! Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Plot: A hot quickie turns into a vulnerable moment for Benny.

Contains: sex (P in V), bathroom sex, size kink, angst, comfort, allusions to canon events

One of the disadvantages of being shorter than Benny is that sometimes it can get tricky when you're both in a spontaneous mood and in an inconvenient place to get frisky.

"Can you like, tip toe up a bit--"

"Benny, if I tried, I'd literally be on my toes like a fucking ballerina," you whisper loudly, trying to look back at him. "And I ain't no ballerina."

You and Benny are over at Will's place for a small get-together. It would be the first time you're meeting some of his friends. Up until this point, you've only heard about them so it was nice to finally put some faces to their names. 

Benny's been sending you sexy texts throughout the gathering and the exchange got a little too hot so he pulled you into the bathroom for a quickie. You're bent over the bathroom counter, with your dress hiked up to your waist and your panties pushed to the side and your boyfriend is squatting down lower to try to penetrate you. 

"I can't fucking do this," Benny mumbles. "My thighs are giving out."

You figured with all the squats and burpees he does all the time, this would be one of the reasons they would pay off.

"What the hell, Ben?" you huff. 

"I've got an idea."

Benny grabs the back of one of your knees and hoists it up so half your body is on the counter and you're spread out on the edge. Your other leg is practically dangling and you're balancing yourself on the tip of your shoe to prevent yourself from falling. There's only so much counter space you can hold on to. Benny tries again and you stifle a moan when you feel him successfully slip himself inside you to the hilt.

"Shh, we gotta be quiet. Will's going to lose it if he finds out we're fucking in his bathroom," Benny reminds you.

He grips your hips and holds you in place on the counter before carefully moving in and out of you, testing the sturdiness of the position. You bite your bottom lip, feeling him fill you up over and over again, but you need more. It's been a month since you've seen your boyfriend and missed him. The details were vague, but he took a trip with his brother and some friends. It was supposed to only be a few days, but he told you that whatever he was doing was going to take a little more time before he could come home. You were worried, but knew that if he was with Will, he would be okay. His big brother always looks out for him. 

It's clear he missed you too because when he came home, all he wanted to do was fuck you. You've only been dating for about a few months and are still very much in the honeymoon phase so that's not surprising. You very much enjoy sex with him, but there was something different since he got back. He seems a bit distant and distracted. 

In fact, at the party, there were times where the ambience in the room seemed to be a bit somber. You heard the name "Tom" quietly thrown around a few times but don't know much about him except that he's a friend of the group and Benny looked up to him, but anytime you tried to ask Benny about it, he said everything was fine or would change the subject. 

Benny punches his hips into you, causing the edge of the counter to dig into the top of your leg.  You yelp when your head bangs against the vanity mirror.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry," Benny apologizes quietly and eases up on the thrust. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah," you nod and put a hand against the mirror to gain some control.

Benny starts moving again, gentler this time. You can sense him struggling to hold back. You don't always have rough sex and understand you can get carried away in the moment, but he's been favoring it much more these days. You try to push back in your limited position, but it's just throwing off his rhythm. You happen to glance up at the mirror and see Benny's reflection. His eyes are closed with knitted brows and he's concentrating. On what, you're not exactly sure. Controlling his strokes? On holding off his orgasm? Imagining someone else? 

"Benny," you call out for him. "Look at me.”

His eyes spring open and make eye contact with your reflection.  

“You’re with me, right?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course,” he answers.

”Sorry, I’m just trying to get you off first,” he admits. “But I promise I’m here, with you.”

He leans in and leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before going back to fucking you, watching your face in the mirror as he moves in and out of you.

“Fuck…” you pant. “Fuck me, Benny.”

You see his eyes go dark and he starts drilling into you. You squeal but quickly catch yourself. Benny pulls your hips back a little to change the angle and you feel the edge of the counter rubbing against your clit through your underwear as he thrusts into you.

You press your hips against the counter to get better stimulation. Benny finds your spot and starts poking it with the head of his cock. You’re getting dizzy from all this, as your orgasm is quickly building.

“Harder,” you tell him.

“You sure?” He asks, still looking at you through the mirror.

You nod. “I’m so close.”

“Remember you gotta keep quiet,” he reminds you. 

You nod.

He plants both of his hands on the counter on either side of you and starts pounding you hard. Pounding that’s going to leave bruises on your hip bones. You swear the thin bathroom wall is rattling along with the cup and toothbrush sitting on the counter every time Benny shoves himself into you. You hope no one outside can hear anything.

The tension in your gut is tightening and without warning, snaps. Your jaw drops open and you let out a silent scream as your orgasm floods your body. Benny’s own release follows shortly as he grunts into your ear. As you both ride out the tail end of your climax, Benny relaxes his body over yours while catching his breath with his face in the crook of your neck. 

You reach up and run your hand through his sweaty hair. He pulls away from his hiding spot and glances over at you in the mirror, looking over your shoulder with a chunk of hair draping over his eye.

“You okay?” You ask him.

He nods and he almost subtly nudges your ear with the tip of his nose before kissing your shoulder. He pulls out of you and you both clean yourselves up. When it sounds like the coast is clear outside the door, you reach for the doorknob but Benny pulls you in for a hug. He holds you close and tight against his body. You sense him quietly crying against your shoulder, hunched over. You don’t say anything and simply reach up to stroke the back of his head, massaging your fingertips into his scalp and letting him release whatever has been eating up inside of himself.

[becca-e-barnes]

My fyp has been inundated with videos of a beautifully dishevelled Matty Healy and it's giving me so many submissive CEO vibes 🙈

Because I can't stop thinking about leaning against the edge of CEO!Bucky's desk, maybe after or during the office Christmas party.

You're still fully dressed, cradling the glass of white wine you brought up from the party downstairs and feeling pretty well put together compared to the man in front of you. Your blouse has lost its top button but that's nothing compared to how Bucky looks.

Bucky's white shirt is entirely undone, his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled to his elbows and his shirt is untucked from the waistband of his black dress trousers.

Not only that, he's kneeling on the plush carpet in front of you, between your slightly spread legs, desperate for some relief.

You've teased him relentlessly tonight. You know you have. You've sent him photos and filthy messages, promising what he already knows; that you're soaking wet and looking forward to getting him alone.

But now you've got him alone and you're not ready to give in just yet. He sounds so sweet when he begs and no one begs like he does. He's already dropped to his knees, intent on worshipping every inch of skin he has access to until you grant him permission to kiss further and right now, that's the expanse of skin between your ankle and the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Baby..." He whispers, holding one of your ankles in his hands while he charts a course of open mouthed kisses over your skin. "You're fucking relentless."

You can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He knows exactly how to make you feel sexy and confident and it's dizzying.

"You didn't tell me to stop." Your fingers drift through his hair and for a brief second, his lips pull away from your skin.

"Why the fuck would I tell you to stop?" That thought hadn't crossed his mind. Despite the risk and his own frustration, he never considered asking you for less. He only ever wanted more.

"You got yourself all worked up. You were so horny and pathetic you couldn't even focus on small talk." While he resumes his worship of your right leg, you press the pointed toe of your left shoe to the growing bulge in the front of his trousers.

"Don't ever stop. Please." He whispers, his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to give into his own need to grind against the sole of your shoe.

You chuckle, pressing a little harder, earning you a groan from the man you're ruining. "Do you hear yourself? You're a stupid little mess and it's fucking embarrassing." It only takes you a second to hike your skirt up, pressing your own panties to the side and his eyes are now fixed on your soaking wet sex.

"Don't get excited." You chastise. "I'm going to play and you're going to watch. If you're well behaved, I'll let you fuck yourself stupid in me but only if I think you deserve it." Two of your fingers drift over your glistening cunt, teasing your clit before sinking into your fluttering entrance.

The quiet, slick sounds of your arousal are almost too much for Bucky but he's even more overwhelmed when your press your wet fingertips to his plump bottom lip. Despite what he needs, he doesn't lick his lip immediately; he knows better than to do that.

"Good boy." You hum your approval once you're satisfied he's waited long enough. God, you feel powerful like this, watching someone so influential and composed come apart under the sole of your shoe.