#all of my waistbands are already feeling the consequences

[femmefeedist]

so embarrassed I just got home stuffed from a huge dinner and instantly walked over to grab a snack without even thinking about it what is happening to me !!!!!!

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Make Me Forget

Theodore Nott x best friend!reader

I just sorta started writing all of the sudden…

Warnings: NSFW!!! Fingering, no actual p in v, praising

You breathe in through the tears. Here you are at your best friend’s dorm, crying. You breathe in and build the courage to do it. You raise your fist to the door.

Knock. Knock

The door swings open and Theo, clad in his sweater and shorts. He sees you crying and leads you in by your shoulder.

“Dolcezza, what happened? Y/N?” At the lack of response from you he becomes worried. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You look up into his dazzling blue eyes that would make you swoon any day and fiddle with the hem of your skirt. Your mouth opens then closes in the same second. This time you wipe a tear and look him dead in the eyes and whimper out, “make me forget. Make me forget, Theo… please.”

He looks puzzled but you leave no time for questions when you take him by the neck and kiss him fiercely. He kisses back with as much vigor and makes you moan at the feel of his soft lips on your chapped ones.

Theo pull back, panting a bit, “dolcezza-“

You shush him softly with the tear stains on your face, “I need this. I need you.”

The Nott boy waits only a split second and crashes his lips on yours. He pulls you onto his lap. He hears you moan, getting wetter with each second.

Theodore pants and starts to buck his hips up. At the feel of his hips you whine and push him back onto the bed by his chest. He watches as you take off your shirt; button by button by button. Slowly teasing him, the lace of your bra cutting through.

He moans as you start to grind on him, “Dolcezza. Y/N. Do you want this? Truly? We can stop right now.”

“I need you. I need you to take the pain, the tears away. I need you, Theodore,” you lean down and kiss him right on the jugular and kiss up his jaw, cheekbones, until you reach his lips.

Theo reaches behind you thighs, slowly creeping his fingers up the inside of your plush thighs. Once he reaches your panties he feels the wetness seeping from them. “So wet, cara mia. kiss All for me?”

You roll your hips at into his hand at the question and quietly whimper, “a-all for you. Ahh. Fuck me.” The statement came as a plead as you sat up on his waist line. The boy lifts up onto his elbows as he peers through his lashes at you.

He trails his fingers from the inside of your thighs to your perfect waist, and lands on the ample plush of your tits. “Why so perfect for me?” He quickly rolls you over so you’re down on the bed. “So needy, dolcezza.”

You moan as he kisses down your neck. You reach down to pull his shirt over his head. You whisper as you trace your fingers along the indentures of his sun-kissed skin, “make love to me, Teddy. I need it.”

Theo leans down and kiss your lips and down your jaw all the way to your shoulder, “your wish is my command, dolcezza.”

He feels you bring your needy hands to his belt buckle and feels you incessantly tug on it, “I got it, tesoro. Let me make you feel good.”

As he undoes his belt he kisses bruises into your neck that won’t go away for days to come. Naught of consequences as he hears your moans of pleasure.

“Theo. Theo. Ne-need your fingers. Please.” Your beg makes him harder than he already is. His veiny hands go down and tease your panties, “all you needed to do was ask, darling.”

You feel his fingers lift the waistband of your panties and split your pussy lips. The wanton moans reach a peak as he find your clit. “C’mon, baby. That’s it, that’s it. You’re so good for me.”

The slow, teasing circles on your clit are maddening, just as you’re about to complain he speeds his fingers up and kisses you. Your spit mixes together as you both pant against each other. As you moan his name you feel his middle finger slide into you. As you flinch at the stretch he soothes you, “it’s okay, it okay. I’m gonna move it now, okay? See? Feels good.” You nod as your closed eyes and open mouth pass along everything that needs to be said. “Yeah, yeah. Good, baby. Feels good, right?”

The pleasure of his thumb rubbing your clit and his middle finger massaging your walls ensnares you. You whimper and the next second a white flash comes across you as you cum. “Teddy! Theo. Theo.” The tears come back as you succumb to the pleasure.

Theo stops his ministrations fearing that he’d hurt you, “Dolcezza? Did I hurt you?” You smile as the tears trail down your face and you bring him down to peck your lips, “no. No. That felt amazing.”

He smiles softly and kisses your salty tears, “you, my beautiful girl, deserve the fucking world.”

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Um? Don’t know where that came from. I truly don’t. First time actually writing smut (or somewhat smut??). I think I’m gonna make a part two where he asks why she came to him. I’ll keep you guys updated. Also, I am very, very sorry to all of my Andromeda and Perseus: Destined readers. I know I promised to get more chapters out but I got sick and I was NOT feeling it.

Thank you for reading!!! I love you ALL!!!!💚💜

[buckets-and-trees]

The Night's Not Over

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Nick Fowler x curvy!female Reader Word Count: 1.7k Summary: After your shower with Nick, it turns out your night isn't over after all.

Content Warnings: modern AU; explicit smut: kissing, clit play, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex; light dirty talk; crude language; fucking without feelings; porn with almost no plot; brother's best friend

Author Notes: There is very nearly zero plot in this AU. It's really just porn with light connections to the other parts. And short but certainly not sweet, this is the fifth offering for my Birthday Jubilee.

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You fell asleep reading, book plastered across your chest.

Not that you registered that.

No, you registered someone sliding the book out of your hands.

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light of your bedside lamp. Nick's muscular form loomed over you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he gently placed your book on the nightstand. The movement caused his abs to flex, drawing your gaze to his bare chest.

"What are you doing here?" you mumbled, sleep still clouding your mind.

Nick's steel blue eyes locked with yours, a predatory gleam flickering in their depths. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

Your gaze traveled lower, following the defined lines of his abs to where they disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants.

You couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge straining against the soft fabric, a clear indication of his arousal. You swallowed and peered back up at him through your lashes.

“And instead of staying in my bed, stroking my cock, thinking about about what I heard last night, thinking about how good you felt around my cock in the shower, I decided not to deny myself any more when you’re right here, ripe for more pleasure.”

As Nick's words washed over you, a mix of desire and apprehension flooded your senses. You knew you should resist, that this was wrong on so many levels, but your body betrayed you, responding to his presence with an eager thrill.

His hand slid under your pajama top, calloused fingers tracing patterns on your skin. You shivered at his touch, your nipples hardening as he palmed your breast. Nick's mouth found yours in a searing kiss, tongue demanding entrance. You yielded to him, opening your mouth and meeting his passion with your own.

As Nick deepened the kiss, his free hand tugged at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. You lifted your hips, allowing him to slide them down your legs. His fingers ghosted along your inner thigh, teasing you with light touches that made you squirm.

He slowly lowered himself onto the bed beside you. His lips started to travel down your neck, and you tried to quell the nagging voice in your head reminding you of the potential consequences of engaging with this man again.

"What about Ari?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Nick paused, pulling back to look at you.

“What’s a little sharing between friends?” he countered, face free of any concern. “We’re not getting married, we’re just having fun on vacation.”

Nick's words hung in the air as his hand slid lower, cupping your pussy with a firm, possessive touch. Any potential protest died on your lips, replaced by a soft gasp of pleasure. His fingers slipped beneath the gusset of your panties and expertly parted your folds, finding you already growing slick with arousal.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

You whimpered in response, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. Nick's thumb found your clit, circling it with teasing pressure as his fingers explored your entrance. The dual sensation sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back and clutch at the sheets.

Nick's mouth returned to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. His teeth grazed your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head, giving him better access as his fingers continued their skillful exploration between your thighs.

"Nick," you gasped, your voice breathy with need. "Please."

He chuckled against your skin, the vibrations sending another wave of arousal through you. "Please what?" he murmured, his fingers slowing their movements to an agonizing pace.

You whimpered, frustration and desire warring within you. "I want... I need..."

Nick's thumb pressed firmly against your clit, making you cry out. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

"I need you inside me," you finally managed, squirming to try and push down your panties.

Nick growled in approval, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs and helping you discard the underwear. Then in one swift motion, he pulled your pajama top over your head, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. His eyes raked over your body, dark with desire.

“The things I want to do to this body,” he murmured. You would be more insecure about your soft stomach, your padded hips, but he clearly meant business - he’d had you in the shower and evidently was eager to have you again.

You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, eager to feel him against you. Nick helped you push them down, kicking them off onto the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.

Nick positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock teasing your entrance. You arched your hips, silently begging him to enter you. With a low groan, he slowly pushed inside, stretching and filling you inch by delicious inch.

You moaned at the sensation of Nick filling you completely. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then, with a low growl, he began to move, setting a slow but powerful rhythm that had you gasping with each thrust.

Your hands roamed over his muscular back, feeling the flex and strain of his muscles as he moved above you. Nick's lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as he picked up the pace. The bed creaked softly beneath you, the sound mingling with your shared pants and gasps.

Nick shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position allowed him to hit a spot deep inside you that most men barely took the effort to find, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.

"That's it," Nick murmured against your ear, his voice strained with effort and desire. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."

You couldn't hold back the moans and whimpers that escaped your lips with each powerful thrust. The pleasure was building rapidly, a tight coil of tension low in your belly. Nick's hand snaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god, Nick!" you cried out, your back arching off the bed as the dual stimulation pushed you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he growled, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. "Want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words and the relentless stimulation pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves of intense pleasure, your inner walls clenching around Nick's length as you cried out his name. Your body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the force of your climax.

Nick's thrusts became more forceful and erratic as your pulsing walls milked his cock. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, groaning your name as he found his release. You could feel the warmth of his seed spilling inside you, prolonging your own pleasure.

For a moment, you both lay there, panting and intertwined, coming down from your shared high. Nick's weight pressed you into the mattress, his skin hot against yours. You could feel his heart racing, matching the frantic beat of your own.

As reality slowly seeped back in, you became acutely aware of the compromising position you were in. Nick was still inside you, his body a warm, heavy weight pressing you into the mattress. The room smelled of sex and sweat, evidence of your passionate encounter.

Nick lifted his head, his blue eyes meeting yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air heavy with unspoken words and lingering desire. Then, slowly, he pulled out of you, both of you gasping softly at the sensation.

He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your sternum, sending little shivers through your body.

"That was..." he began, his voice husky.

"Incredible," you finished, unable to deny the truth of it despite the forbidden nature of it all already starting to encroach on your consciousness and your conscience again.

Nick smiled, a mix of satisfaction and something deeper in his eyes. "Exactly," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You returned the kiss, but your mind was already racing. The reality of what you'd done - not once, but twice now - with your brother's best friend was starting to sink in. And not just one best friend, but two of them. The guilt and anxiety began to creep in, warring with the lingering pleasure still thrumming through your body.

Nick must have sensed your inner turmoil because he pulled back, studying your face. "Hey," he said softly, his hand cupping your cheek. "Don't overthink this.”

You nodded, trying to push down the conflicting emotions. "I know, it's just... complicated."

“It really doesn’t have to be,” he insisted.

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could form the words, Nick silenced you with a deep, passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours with an intensity that made your head spin, effectively scattering your thoughts.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were breathless, your mind hazy with renewed desire. Nick's steel blue eyes locked onto yours, a mix of lust and mirth swirling in their depths. His hand trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"I think," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "for your own good, I should probably stay here in your bed tonight, keep your head nice and empty and your cunt full of my cock."

His crude words sent a shiver of arousal through you, even as a part of you knew you should object. But with Nick's hands already going to work on you again, you simply rolled on you side to face him and hitched your leg up over his thigh so you could kiss and grope and pleasure each other until he was hard enough to fuck you again.

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Soap hisses as he stumbles into a bookshelf, the open wound in his side oozing blood with every little move. Ghost whips his head around at him, about to snap for being so loud, yet the words catch in his throat. He notices the bookshelf Soap had bumped into moved easily aside, and there is a small space that opened up behind it.

“In there.” Ghost whispers as he finishes moving the bookcase aside, and Soap quickly steps inside the tiny space in the wall. They’re plunged into darkness as Ghost moves the bookshelf back into place, and their little hiding hole is barely big enough for the both of them. Soap is pressed against the opposite wall, leaning against it as he squeezes his eyes shut to ignore the raging pain in his side. Ghost’s large frame can be felt behind him, and with the tight walls, Soap feels suffocated.

“Lemme look at it.” Ghost mumbles against Soap’s ear, gloved hand hovering over Soap’s wound. Soap obliges, dutifully lifting his shirt to expose the gaping hole. Ghost flicks on a small light, trying to block it as much as possible while still letting it be effective. He makes a small, unsatisfied noise as he touches Soap’s side and a trickle of blood runs down. The waistband of his pants are already forming a dark red spot, and his side is stained as he continues to freely bleed. Soap takes a shaky breath at Ghost’s touch, yet not from pain. It could just be the way his blood is rushing with adrenaline, or the blood loss, or maybe he’s finally lost it, but he can’t help but feel painfully aware of Ghost. Of his size, the way he’s forced to press up against him in the tight space.

Trapped in the darkness, completely at his mercy.

“Take your shirt off, I’ll patch it.” Cold seeps across his skin as Ghost’s mask lightly brushes his cheek, and Soap’s eyes flutter close. He hisses as he pulls the soiled shirt over his head, tucking it into his belt for safe keeping. He can feel Ghost fidgeting behind him, and he allows a moment to rest his head against the wall, breathing deeply. Soft fingertips lightly grab his chin, forcing his head off the wall. His skin prickles at the touch, and he fights off the urge to lean his head back further.

“Bite.” Ghost orders, offering his glove to Soap. Ignoring the growing knot in his stomach, Soap obeys, biting down on the glove. Ghost’s right hand is still gloved, shoving the small torch into his hand.

“Hold this for me.” Ghost whispers against his ear, and Soap takes a steadying breath, trying not to focus on the chill sent down his spine at the faint traces of Ghost’s breath. Ghost moves so he can get a good view of Soap’s injury, and he rummages in his vest for the few first aid supplies he keeps on himself at all times.

Soap’s eyes shoot open as he feels Ghost’s legs against his, spreading them apart and forcing him into an awkward stance where he has little room to move. He grunts in pain as Ghost’s ungloved hand sweeps over the wound with a small alcohol wipe, cleaning up the area to get a good view of the wound itself. Keeping his head lowered against Soap’s side at an awkward angle, Ghost tosses away the wipe and grabs something else from his vest. He rips open a pack of sterile gauze, and wraps his right arm around Soap, pinning the other’s arm to his side. The light bounces against Soap’s skin at Ghost’s action, reflecting off the blood still there. Soap squeezes his eyes shut, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

“Steady, Johnny.” Ghost grunts, gloved hand gently pressing against Soap’s ribs to hold him in place. Soap presses his forehead against the wall once again, the pounding of his heart and the storm of emotions becoming all too much.

“Deep breath.” Ghost whispers, voice rumbling in the quiet. Soap obeys, taking a deep inhale. He lets out a harsh grunt as Ghost’s fingers suddenly begin to press painfully into his wound. Soap knows he’s just packing it, but the pain is almost overwhelming and he wants to spit the glove out, to beg for it to stop. But Ghost shifts behind him, and at the light brush of his mask against Soap’s cheek, he decides against it. Ghost quietly shushes him, and Soap takes a few steadying breaths.

“Deep breath.” Ghost orders, and Soap obeys. This time, Soap forces back a grunt and does his best to stay quiet, but a weak whimper manages to escape as he presses his head into the wall, pushing against Ghost. Ghost’s arm wrapped around him squeezes lightly as he pauses, letting Soap catch his breath once more.

“Easy, Johnny. Doing good, just one more, yeah?” God, this man is going to kill me, Soap can’t help but think at the deep rumble of Ghost’s voice against his ear. Soap looks over at him, barely visible in the weak light, looking as eerie as the stories describe him to be. Soap nods, closing his eyes once again. He takes a deep breath in, and Ghost finishes shoving the rest of the gauze inside the wound, with Soap managing to keep the noise to a minimum.

“Atta boy.” Ghost rumbles, and Soap squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to stamp down the small whimper building in his chest. He begs whatever higher power exists that Ghost hasn’t noticed the growing bulge in his pants. Ghost’s arm unwraps from around him as he delicately wraps Soap’s middle, a rough attempt at keeping the sergeant from bleeding out before they get the chance to make their great escape. Soap remains rooted in place, one hand against the wall to help balance himself, even after Ghost untangles himself and gives Soap as much space as possible.

“Put your shirt back on. We’ll give it another minute, and then we’ll head out.” Ghost whispers, and Soap nods, shaking hands grabbing the bloody shirt from his belt. He hisses as he tries to raise his arms over his head to get the shirt on, and has to stop halfway, chest heaving. His head is spinning, and there’s so many thoughts racing through that he feels numb.

It’s just blood loss, he tries to tell himself, yet to no avail. Not when Ghost’s hands are back on him, helping guide the shirt over his head. Not when he feels utterly helpless, victim to whatever cruelties Ghost decides to play on him. Yet, Ghost’s only harm towards him has been the teasing, the proximity of his existence so enticing yet not quite in reach. Physically, he’s there, against him, touching him. Yet he’s not committed. He’s not yet let Soap take the plunge.

He’s at the mercy of those red-stained hands, victim to a cruel twist of fate.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 25th

Day 25: Pussy Slapping // Non Con - Dub Con // Titty Fucking

Dave York x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Break-ins, coercion, blackmail, vaginal sex, tit play, allusions to domestic abuse, allusions to murder.

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“Well, well, well.” You freeze when you hear the voice behind you. It’s stern, but it sounds almost amused, like he had been expecting something like this to happen. “What do we have here?” 

Terror races through your entire body, making you shake. You know that if he’s told, he will be furious. He will punish you again and you don’t know if you can survive it. It was stupid to break-in, but you had thought he was out of town. He hadn’t been home for the last few days. 

“Please.” Your voice cracks, it sounds pitiful to your own ears and you know that it won’t sway him. It won’t make him feel bad for you. “I- I didn’t mean-”

“You didn’t mean to break the lock on my door?” You can’t even turn around and face him. You can’t look him in the eyes. “You didn’t mean to walk through that door and close it behind you? You didn’t mean to walk through my apartment and into my bedroom. Through another closed door. You didn’t mean to open my nightstand?” 

You shudder, knowing that every statement he makes damns you. Even if he calls the cops, there is nothing that will save you.  “I’m sorry.” Your head bows, but you hear the snort behind you. You can’t tell him what you were looking for. 

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, sweetheart.” You want to cry, but if you cry it will just be worse. You learned that early on. You don’t say anything, knowing that everything you say will just make it that much worse. Waiting until you hear him sigh. “I guess I could forget this happened.” 

Your entire body reacts, nearly shivering in pure relief. “If-”

Now you are stiffening again. Knowing that the consequences will be horrible. Bracing yourself for what will happen. “If what?” You ask shakily, filling in the silence when he makes you ask. Obviously going silent so you will say something. You’ve learned not to keep someone waiting for too long, they will get angry. 

“If I can fuck you.” 

Your eyes widen, back turned to him and you gasp. You hadn’t expected that. Even if you don’t want to, even if you feel like you can’t say no, you are already reaching for your shorts. Running a finger into the waistband and stripping them down your thighs along with your underwear. 

“Turn around.” You shake your head, not wanting to face him. “From behind.” You beg, voice trembling and there is another pause. Making you want to turn your head, to see what he looks like behind you. 

You almost do when you hear him move. Hear him shuffle forward and the clinking of a belt as it’s being unbuckled. You bite your lip, moving over to the bed and bracing your hands on the surprisingly soft mattress as you wait for him to touch you. 

You had watched him move in. Bringing in furniture and boxes. Had seen what you weren’t supposed to see one day when a box had been knocked over. The contents quickly stuffed back inside. It’s what you had been searching for. What you needed. But he can never find out about that. Not if you wanted to escape. No one could know. 

He touches your hip, making you jump and he chuckles. “Don’t worry.” He hums, his voice right by your ear. Low and slightly raspy, making you shiver all over again as you close your eyes. “I will make sure you enjoy it too.” 

You doubt that. How could you enjoy it? You almost ask that, but you can’t get the words out. Instead you just nod and wait for him to stick it in. 

Except he takes his time. His hands move under your shirt. Cupping your tits and teasing them. Finding your nipples and rolling them into tight buds. Pulling on him as he starts to grind against your bare ass. “So dirty.” He coos. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have asked.” He taunts. “You didn’t have to break in.” 

You can’t tell him why you are here. Instead you groan wordlessly and try not to flinch when his hard cock twitches against your ass. Swallowing when he reaches between you to push it down between your legs, bending you over more as he presses against your back. 

“Wanted to fuck you since I moved in.” He grunts, sliding the head of his cock between your dry folds, leaning back and spitting in his hand when he finds you a little lacking for his tastes. You’ve been found lacking a lot. 

You can’t say the same. Not beyond the odd fantasy. Even if he is handsome. Maybe you would have under different circumstances, but all you’ve been trying to do since before he moved in was survive. You’ve been failing at that. 

It doesn’t hurt when he pushes inside you. It stretches you, but it doesn’t hurt. You bite your lip and try not to make a sound as he presses against your ass, his own groan loud against your hair. 

You try not to think about it. What you are doing. Why you are letting this man pump his cock into your body as he does it. He’s right. You are enjoying it. The sensation sneaks up on you while you hold onto the covers and he is rocking into you. The ache of your pussy surprising you, making you clench around him and his hips snap forward in response. 

The pace increases, his hands groping and massaging your tits eventually move down to your pussy. His fingers finding your clit has he starts to pound into you. The slap of his hips against your ass is better than the alternative in your mind and you let out a small moan. 

He groans when you respond to him, pushing deep and you feel the heat of his cum painting your walls. Another problem that will have to be solved later, but you can handle that. Letting him ride out his orgasm without pulling away. Without whimpering like you want to. You had actually been close to cumming rather than crying. 

He pulls out of you with a light tap to your ass. A smug grunt of satisfaction that all men give when they cum and you quickly pull up your shorts and underwear. Still turned away from him. Unable to face him. 

“Can I go?” You ask softly, worried that you might upset him if you say the wrong thing, but now you need to get away. You’ve been here for too long as it is. 

“Turn around.” You freeze and part of you wants to make a run for it but you know you won’t make it. You’ve seen him run down the dog that his daughters sometimes bring over to his apartment. He’s quick. Quicker than you are. 

You bite your lip, slowly turning around with your head down. Trying not to flinch when you see his hand come into view, fingers under your chin and pushing it up so your eyes meet his. 

Dave York doesn’t react much to the sight of your battered face. His lips press together a little more than normal but they are always in a flat line. Like he’s permanently unhappy about something, but that could just be because he’s divorced. He doesn’t ask any questions, doesn’t demand to know what happened to you. If he feels guilty about coercing you into fucking him, he doesn’t show it. 

His eyes are dark and flat. “Go home.” He orders, his voice neutral. You swallow and pull back, watching his hand fall to his side. His pants are still around his ankles, now flaccid cock still dripping with the cum that had coated it when he came. It’s a good time to escape and you take it. Quickly rushing out of his apartment without the gun you had been hoping to steal. 

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Two days later, a knock on your door makes you jump. Nearly shrieking in fear since you hadn’t seen him since that day. Since you had broken into Dave’s apartment. You had woken up to find him gone and you had been relieved but without a call or anything, you were starting to get nervous. When he was silent, it just meant that he was working up a monstrous temper to take out on you. You creep to the door, halfway expecting to see him but there’s no one there. 

Instead, there is an envelope taped to your door. You pull it off and close the door. Curious to see what it could be and your body relaxing slightly when you don’t see your abusive boyfriend around. 

Inside there is a small card. You pull it out and your eyes widen when you read it. ‘He won’t be back.’ is all it says. The envelope still feels like something is inside, so you turn it upside down and an empty bullet casing falls into your hand, along with the necklace your boyfriend always wore.  

You smile for the first time in days and remember how Dave had touched you.

[partycatty]

can we get ninja mine johnny and we’re riding him and pulling on his little scarf like it’s a reign and his makeups getting all smudge and he’s overstimulated and about to cry

love you 💙💙

ohmyfuixdindgodyes love u MORE 🩷

johnny cage > silent movie

you and your co-star sneak off for some costumed fun

warnings: u get FRICKED, porn with like the slightest tinge of plot, johnny whimpers, author prays to a mk1 ninja mime altar on the daily (the one in the armageddon chapter was mk11 johnny, dammit!), you're also wearing a stupid costume, cockwarming?

notes: pookie ur goin CRAZY in my inbox rn ily for it

[ masterlist ]

• you two swore to keep it professional, but every brush of a hand against your ass or the way you'd press against him in scenes you were backed into his body only sent you too into a dazed neediness. johnny especially.

• the agent that put you up to this contract was a godsend, you realized. at first you saw a hefty paycheck for a ninja mime sequel, but then you got to see johnny in all his glory. even with that stupid, stupid makeup on, you had to wonder if you were quite literally soaking through your own ridiculous clown-doctor getup.

• the tension hit a hard peak when you two were given a break when some of the equipment malfunctioned, and although instructed to remain close, johnny gripped your arm and looked into your eyes with what you could only describe as a carnal desire. a look you knew far too well, one that suited his features nicely.

• you could barely close the door to your trailer before he's sauntering up to you, and you only get a quick glimpse at his raging hard-on before he's snaking his hands around your sides.

• foreplay is a myth when he's crawling up your side, placing sloppy open mouth kisses against your neck. there's no time to giggle at the lipstick marks he leave behind because he's already trying to seek more contact by humping his boner against your thigh. you almost want to tease him for his desperation. who would have thought that an a-lister like himself was such... a needy whore?

• needing to get impossibly closer, your hand finds the red scarf hanging neatly around his neck and you tug with fervor, massaging your lips into his so hard that you feel the sudden border of his teeth. all the while, he's rutting into your thigh and dropping lazy whimpers, spewing about how much he needs you.

• needing to feel how hot and hard you make him, you tug his costume upward, exposing his delicious abs and giving you plenty of access to his waistband. you sink under hungrily, wrapping your hands around his shaft the moment you can make out its form, stroking over the veins and only barely making it to his tip with each movement. johnny pulls away from your lips only to breathe, gasping at the sudden skin contact and lurching forward to bite down on your shoulder.

• if anyone heard you two, you'd definitely face a consequence that felt too distant at the moment. now, you had a pretty boy begging for your body, and i dunno about you but that takes number one priority.

• you pull him from your shoulder and push him onto the couch of your trailer, a devious glint in your eye. he falls back with a husky "oof," legs spread and waiting for whatever you'll do to him. you counter this preparation by pushing his legs back together and fumbling with the rope belt that held up his costume's pants.

• his cock springs free of the getup, curving down him with a thick, clear droplet of precum sliding down his shaft. you stick out your tongue and gather a palmful of saliva, coating him evenly and messily. you needed him inside of you just as much as he needed - well, he'd take anything you'd give him.

• your pants are shaken off quickly as you straddle his thick thighs, hiking up your lab coat with your clean hand as you reveal your wet pussy to him. his dick visibly twitches at the sight, and he lets out a deep, rumbly sigh.

• it's clear that between your mixture of fluids and the heat in the room, you're both ready. you spread your folds out wide as you do your best to encapsulate his cock inside of you, feeling burned by the stretching but accepting it like it's your destiny. it doesn't take too long for your hips to meet his, and all johnny can do is whimper and cover his mouth, head tilting back as even glancing at you would make him cum. an embarrassing threat from the man who's a self proclaimed playboy sex god.

• "let's see how silent this mime can stay," you giggle to yourself as you shamelessly swivel on his cock, earning a heavy buck upward. johnny is shaking, quite literally trembling over your pussy. he wants nothing more than to worship your body and taste everything you give.

• as your pace picks up, you realize you're fed up from only seeing the underside of his chin, and you tug on the scarf again to get his head to snap up to face you. his eyes widen at the sensual horror in front of him, you're riding him like a damn bull.

• johnny normally yaps, but you've rendered him a pathetic disaster of a man. he can only mutter curses and whimper your name like a prayer, like if he doesn't reach the quota of saying it you'll disappear. tears prick in the corners of his eyes as you tug on the sides of his neck from the fabric.

• disgusting slapping echoes off of the tiny trailer's walls, and johnny's hands fly to your ass to squeeze your cheeks. alternating between gripping the side of the couch cushion and your ass is the most he can bring himself to do.

• your fist keeps a firm grip on the scarf, but you tilt your palm up to insert a thumb into his mouth, one that he accepts embarrassingly quickly. his tongue flattens as he tastes your thumb, eyelashes fluttering shut as he blinks away tears.

• thank god the studio didn't invest in waterproof makeup, because you swear you've seen the sight underneath you in a medieval painting or some shit. he looked good, too good. johnny's tears melted down the sides of his face, leaving flesh-toned streaks behind. his pink lips were more apparent past the lipstick. you ruined him.

• his fingers dig into your asscheeks with pure delight, his hips now sloppily bucking up into you to meet you halfway with each drop. a part of you wanted to tie his arms down with the scarf and take control, but he was such a good boy for you, so patient.

• you mutter praises, your hand in his mouth now raking through his hair, knocking that damn beret from his head and ruffling his brown locks. the praises sounded like the angels of heaven calling his name, and he shot upward with one final, deep whine. just as you felt him twitch and empty himself inside of you, a firm knock was on your trailer door.

• "ms. lastname, the issue's been resolved. we're going to retrieve mr. cage and get back to filming," a production assistant drones into the crack of your door to get the message through. your hand returns to his mouth, this time holding it against his mouth to muffle his orgasmic whimpers.

• it took all these years of acting lessons to finally pay off, as you keep your voice level and as normal as you could possibly muster.

• "coming!" you reply with a devilish grin as you feel him continue to paint your insides, his eyes rolling back as he heavily pants through his nose. all you can do is sit there and take in every drop he gives you, unmoving on his cock to not alert the assistant outside.

• when you determine the coast to be completely clear, you lift yourself off of him, clenching your thighs tight. johnny gasps and frowns at the sudden coldness around his semi-hard dick, like he wasn't quite done with you.

• "you'd better come up with a good excuse for that," you say, making a circular motion with your finger at his makeup-clad face. he drunkenly grins at you, lopsided and low-lidded. "you look ruined."

• "good," he replies sleepily, still beaming like a fool. "is it a good look on me?"

• "very much so, ninja mime."

[freesia-writes]

Ch 26: Confrontation

Master List ~~ Previous Chapter ~~ WC: 2.2k

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Song: “Already Gone” by Sleeping At Last (Cover)

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The afternoon was beginning to lose its battle against evening as Hunter wove his way through the trees, his gut protesting each step along the familiar path. His mind was racing so quickly that he was utterly lost in it all, instead trying to simply focus on where he was going rather than what he would do when we got there. He pushed up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, then pulled them back down, then tugged at the waistband of his brown pants. As the sound of the sea grew louder, he emerged from the densely wooded forest into the meadows that sloped toward the cliffs above the ocean. The rickety white fence greeted him with its crooked posts grinning in a cruel smile, and he pulled the gate open with more force than he intended, stalking toward the cottage and trudging right up to the front door.

He knocked, three hard blows that sounded as angry as he felt. 

No response. 

He listened intently for any trace of motion or sound within. 

Nothing. 

He turned abruptly and walked around the side of the house, scanning the backyard and garden until his eyes settled on her form, bent over some vegetable plants as she pulled weeds without a care in the world.

Without a care in the world.

Hunter took a deep breath, setting his jaw with deliberation to avoid letting his emotions get the best of him. Strategy, he reminded himself. Everything came down to strategy. There was no point in abandoning reason, no matter how relentlessly the pain churned his stomach. He approached slowly, making a point to step on some dry twigs to announce his presence. Lyra stood up, shifting the basket on her arm as she glanced around the yard. Her brown hair was in a loose braid, her soft form covered by a rather shapeless cream-colored dress with a long brown cardigan on top. 

Then she saw him. 

The basket almost slipped from her elbow, but she caught it with a white-knuckled grip as she stared at him, mouth falling open slightly as a myriad of emotions flashed across her face. Hunter was surprised to see how they mimicked his own, and the sheer amount of thoughts and feelings attacking all at once created a sudden wave of nausea. He came within a few paces of her and stopped, keeping a healthy distance between them as his hands fidgeted at his side before he stopped them with tightly-crossed arms. 

“What are you doing here?” he growled, a million critical thoughts besieging him immediately at his question.

“I live here,” Lyra pointed out, eyebrows drawing together. “But you’ve got a lot of nerve just tromping right into my backyard… after what you did.” Her anger felt brittle, a thin veil over the sadness that threatened to spill out along with the tears in her eyes.

“What I did?” Hunter echoed, dropping his arms to his side as he stared at her in disbelief. “What I did?! That’s rich. Why didn’t you just turn me in from the start? Why drag me to some other planet? Why just me, and not all of us?” The questions were flowing freely now, and his frustration at his own lack of control made it all feel that much worse. “You call it in and then disappear, like a coward… Couldn’t stand to watch the consequences of your own actions?” 

“What?” came her dumbfounded retort, and the shock in her eyes gave him pause before the dragon in his chest rose again. 

“Now you’re going to play dumb?” he challenged, relishing her flicker of hurt before charging onward. “Came back to finish the job and you’re still pretending like you don’t know what’s going on?”

“Hunter, you left me!” she exclaimed, eyes glistening. “I cared for you, let you in… And you turned around and sold me out without even knowing all the facts!”

“Sold you out…” 

“Were you just waiting all along until you could get both of us? How long did you know?”

“About what?” he challenged, anger and hurt battling for center stage as he stared at her beneath hard brows.

“Never mind. I can’t believe you’re turning this around on me,” Lyra said, voice cracking with emotion. She turned away, shoulders hunched in despair as she quickly wiped her eyes. 

“Are they coming here next?” Hunter continued, taking a step closer.

“Who?” she asked, whirling back to face him. 

“Whoever you thought you could make a quick buck from,” he muttered, fighting back the lump rising in his throat, furious at its mere existence. “Is that why you came back? The Empire isn’t very forgiving when you don’t deliver. Must have been a real bummer that I got away, eh?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, face contorted with despair. “I came back to the hotel to find it swarming with Imperials. They were looking for us. They knew I was there. Breslin, too. I heard one of them say ‘they’ll be back, he said so.’ What does that sound like to you?” 

He took a breath, mouth open and mind racing, but the words didn’t come, so he snapped his jaw shut, pressing his lips together in a thin line as he stared at her. The complete impassivity on his face hurt her more than his sharp words ever could, and Lyra turned away again, throwing her basket on the ground nearby. Hunter’s brows furrowed more deeply, and he rubbed his face with a hand before starting again. 

“You’re a traitor to the Republic,” he said quietly, every word laced with vitriol. “It’s not my fault they found you – you probably gave yourself away trying to turn me in.” 

“Turn you in for what?!” she yelled, kicking the basket before whirling back to face him.

“Why are you still pretending to be innocent? That you don’t know?” Hunter said, voice rising to match hers. All sense of strategy had flown out the window, and he found himself wanting to hurt her, to exact revenge for every single moment she’d tricked him into thinking he could be happy. “That we’re clones, wanted by the Empire, harboring fugitives, on the run?” Each inflection was a verbal stab, but instead of any kind of dark revelation at being exposed, Lyra’s expression grew increasingly shocked with each admission. 

“Clones…?” she repeated, face scrunched in disbelief. Her befuddlement seemed so authentic that Hunter was beginning to feel as though he were the crazy one. But what other explanation was there? He continued to glare, emanating rage and indignation as he watched her like a hawk, scrambling to make sense of the conflicting information from her words and the events that had transpired. 

“Why else would the Empire have called an entire squadron on our hotel room, right after you conveniently disappeared? After you…” his voice broke, and he swallowed hard. “After you kissed me on the forehead and said you were sorry. Sorry for what?” The pain was threatening to overtake the anger, but he clenched his fists at his sides.

“Sorry for keeping things from you,” she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks now. Her resolve was melting by the second, chipping away at his own fortified defenses. “About my past… About Breslin… The truth about all that had happened. I thought I could leave it behind.” 

Hunter took a deep breath, glowering at her as though it could drive the answers out into the open. It didn’t. The two of them stood in the garden, each one rooted in angry confusion and insulting misunderstanding. Lyra was slowly wilting, unable to look at him. When the discomfort grew to an unbearable pressure, she began to speak, exhaling her story in miserable resignation. 

“I thought I was working for a simple political office on Coruscant. But I found out they were doing some weird experiments. Totally unethical and downright cruel… something about cloning or DNA stripping… I tried to expose it; I gathered some evidence and took it above my boss’s head. I thought I was doing the right thing… But I went to the wrong people. They were in on it too.” 

She stopped, grief overtaking her for a moment as she sniffed, looking to the sky and willing the tears to stop. Hunter waited, motionless. 

“So they threw me in prison to make sure I wouldn’t talk anymore, spun some story about how I was a traitor, and the Republic became the Empire overnight. I’d given Breslin the evidence and made escape plans for her with a friend before they took me away. I was in jail for weeks, and I started to see how other inmates would just vanish without a trial or anything… So when some shady pirate dressed as a guard came by and offered me a chance to get out and disappear, I took it.”

Now it was she who paused for a shuddering breath and wiped her eyes again, still unable to meet his gaze. 

“I tried to find Breslin, but her transport had been attacked. Our friend was killed, and I had no idea where she ended up. The pirate conned me out of almost everything I had, talked me into some ‘deluxe package’ to keep me safe. Turns out it was a load of Bantha fodder – a pile of cheap weapons and explosives. What was I supposed to do with that? But he found a safe place for me to live, and I was able to get some long-range communications equipment so I could keep looking for her.”

“What, so you could get the evidence back?” 

“No,” Lyra said, finally looking up at him in offense. “Because Breslin is my daughter.”

Hunter stared wordlessly. 

“I had her when I was young and dumb. We almost grew up together. Then all of this happened. I felt horrible for dragging her into it. I never should have given it to her. I put her in danger too. And then I lost her… for years,” her voice cracked, and she clamped her mouth shut, turning away as her shoulders shook with irrepressible grief. “I would change a million things about it if I could. So many stupid decisions. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Seconds ticked by. 

“Apparently, Breslin settled down on Keytoll,” Lyra continued, lifting her chin to the horizon. “She changed her name to Neon, shaved her head… Made some friends, got a good job in data encryption. When she dug into the evidence I’d given her, she realized it was nothing she wanted to be caught up in, so she hid it and moved on. Claimed that her hobby was playing around with radios, technology, and communicators while she tried to reach me. But we hadn’t had time to set up any kind of code or whatnot. She was the smart one who broadcast a message with some childhood memories disguised as an audioholo that I picked up. Anyway… I found her… I thought we could come back here and be safe… just live simple lives without the constant fear of looking over our shoulders…”

Hunter hated how much that same yearning resonated deeply with him. 

“I don’t know how they found us, if it wasn’t you,” she said softly, turning back to face him with a scrutinizing expression. “We hid on Keytoll for the last few months, came up with a plan. Well, Breslin did. She had some contact that turned out to be the same pirate who helped me escape from prison. He had quite a... bold... personality. Tried to con us again, but she was smart enough to catch it. So with his help, we faked our deaths, published it to the right sources… Then I came back here in the hopes of moving on once and for all.”

“And Breslin?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“More secrets?” His eyes narrowed.

“Why would I tell you?” Lyra retorted, her anger returning. 

He remained silent, the deep hurt of betrayal and loss of trust muddied by the utter confusion and sheer overload of information. 

“Besides,” she continued, advancing on him now. “What’s all this about you? You’re a clone? A fugitive?” 

Hunter shifted on his feet, furious at himself for having revealed his hand in a moment of recklessness. He still wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. It sounded like a plausible story, but he’d been so shamefully fooled by her entire facade that it could be yet another cover-up, a ploy to let his guard down again for whatever else she needed. Perhaps she wanted to protect her own place of safety by taking him elsewhere for capture. He shook his head, rattling the thoughts out of the way, and met her gaze. Two pairs of brown eyes locked in hurt and outrage. 

“There’s all kinds of stories out there. Same as you… Lies of the Empire to get rid of any opposition.”

“Oh, now you’re gonna be vague?”

“Yes.”

They stared at each other. 

Lyra looked down at her basket, its contents strewn across the ground, then wrapped her arms around herself as though barely holding it together. She glanced back up to him with a single, profound look. 

“Take care, Hunter.” 

And with that, she turned toward the house, picking her way through the garden beds with slow, defeated steps. Hunter’s eyes darted back and forth across the ground in front of him, lips twitching, then he crossed his arms again. 

“Just giving up and running away?” he called after her, despising every word as it came out. 

Lyra stopped, head hanging low, and he watched her shoulders slump beneath the weight of his cruel accusation. She began to turn, but hesitated, tightened her arms around herself, and continued into the house, disappearing inside without a backward glance. 

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[riptideripley]

Chairs.

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Rhea was furious. After making her grand return in the one place she hates, she immediately went to find Jey. Thankfully he stayed at the arena as soon as she had arrived to get ready, not wanting to miss her.

Her anger quickly passed as she spotted him in a corner, talking to Damian. He noticed her and smiled, opening his arms for her. She immediately walked over and embraced him, planting a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Looked good out there by the way” he spoke to her, eyeing her to take note of her outfit. She noticed and gave a small smile, playing with his soft curls in the back of his head.

Suddenly Seth had walked over, seeming to look for Damian himself. Once he spotted the trio he walked over, seeming to ignore Damian for the moment. “Welcome back Ripley. Ya know if I were you, I would’ve taken a chair to Dom’s back out there. Just saying he deserves it.” he told her, making her chuckle a bit to herself. “I was thinking about it.” she spoke as she smiled, giving him a small hug before returning to her spot on Jey’s lap.

Seth chuckled, turning his attention back to Damian. “So about this title match.. Look I have business to handle with Punk as you saw so do you want me to just-” he was cut off by Damian raising his hand. Rhea took a mental note of this but didn’t say anything, just silently sitting on Jey’s lap observing.

“It’s fine man, just handle whatever business you got. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” Damian told him, a small smile forming across his lips. Seth smiled, seeming to adjust his waistband which Rhea noticed in an instant. Rhea decided to not saying anything until he walked away, looking at Damian with a smirk on her face.

Damian noticed and rolled his eyes, already knowing what she was going to say. “Rhea don’t e-” “Soo.. did you finally make a move?” Rhea asked, knowing exactly how Damian had been feeling about Seth these past couple months. Damian sighed, eying Jey who was enjoying every single moment with a smile on his face and his hands placed around Rhea’s waist.

“I..no yet Rhea.” Rhea immediately frowned, disappointed that Damian of all people was being shy.

“You weren’t this shy when you were at my birthday party and took it upon yourself to make out with Finn in my room.” Rhea decided to remind him, folding her arms across her chest. Damian felt his ears heat up at the thought, running a hand across his face. “Alright Alright well this is different than a fucking makeout session okay?” Damian told her defensively, earning a chuckle from Jey.

“Might wanna make a move before it’s too late uce. You see how quick I had to get this one.” Jey tells him, giving Rhea’s thigh a squeeze. Before Damian could even respond, Dominik had walked over. Rhea went quiet and stood up off Jey’s lap, grabbing his hand and walking off with him following behind like a puppy.

Dom sighed, shoving Damian in the chest. “You didn’t fucking tell me she was going to be here!” Damian chuckled at his words while Dom sat down on the crate next to him. “Well dude I told you actions have consequences. Look, I got some business to handle with Seth. Oh and Rhea was totally thinking about hitting you with a chair, you're lucky she didn’t.” Damian chuckled to himself, giving Dom a pat on the shoulder before walking away leaving Dom confused.

[spicy-raven]

Wait

NSFW Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary:

You just couldn't wait for Jake to come home, and now you face the consequences.

Contents/Warnings: Top!Jake, Toys (vibrator), Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cock Warming, Overstimulation, Implied Aftercare, Established Relationship, My rusty writing deserves a warning I apologize in advance, also its my first time writing smut

You sigh and lean back on the couch in frustration. You look back at your phone to reread the text again.

"Be home soon amor, wait for me ;)" sent just over an hour ago.

You know he gets busy, and you don't blame him at all, but after reading suggestive texts from him all day you were starting to get impatient. How long was he going to be?

At this point you have already taken a shower, changed into his favorite lacy underwear hidden by a silky robe, dimmed the lights, and lit one of your favorite scented candles. Now you were just waiting, rereading his text for the millionth time.

"wait for me" you want to be waiting to greet him, too see his eyes look you over like a starved man being offered a feast, but you aren't sure how much longer you'll have to wait for. Depending on how busy he is, you could be waiting as short as 5 minutes or as long as another hour.

You get up from the couch and walk into the bedroom and over to the nightstand on your side of the bed. You open the bottom drawer and stare at the small silicone vibrator that greeted you. Honestly, you haven't needed to use it in years for....obvious reasons, but you kept it charged for a rainy day. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right? You could be quick and still be there to greet him.

You grab the vibrator from the drawer, placing it on the bed. You lay down, opening the robe you were wearing before opening your legs and sliding your hand down the lacy underwear. You were still a little wet with arousal, but not as much after waiting for Jake for so long. You gently feel between the folds of your pussy, teasing your clit as you build yourself back up, getting more and more wet. You insert one of your fingers while rubbing your clit with your thumb, humming at the sensations. Your hand isn't enough, the pleasure was building but the fingers just aren't Jake's. You quickly pull your hand away to grab the vibrator, wetting it with your juices before bringing it down to your pussy.

You don't turn it on initially, rubbing it up and down your cunt to tease yourself. You then hold the toy over your clit and press the on button. The sudden sensations making you tense up and gasp. Your eyes flutter shut and you think of Jake and what he could have had planned if he didn't make you wait so late. You moan grinding your hips slightly into the toy, letting it tease your hole before bringing it back up to your clit. You can feel the tension building in all of your muscles as you whimper, your hand not daring to move the toy away and stop the pleasure building in you. You could feel your orgasm building, moaning and whimpering as you chase for it.

"Well, someone just couldn't wait"

The voice felt like a splash of cold water, your legs instinctively closing as you look up to see Jake in the doorway of the bedroom. The only sound left in the room was the buzzing of the vibrator that had yet to be turned off. Your face grows red, turning off the vibrator as Jake eyes the lacy underwear hiding his full view of what you were doing only moments ago.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to speak. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, by all means keep going. You seem to be handling yourself just fine." You hesitate, unmoving as he walks closer to the bed. "Keep. Going." he emphasizes, his eyes never leaving you.

You carefully relax back onto the bed, opening your legs again. Jake then reaches forward, grabbing the waistband of the lacy underwear and pulling them down and off of you, tossing them aside before continuing to watch you. You slowly start rubbing the vibrator along your cunt again before turning it back on, a whimper making it's way out of your mouth. Jake's eyes never leave you as he begins untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pulling them off his shoulders. His face is unreadable, but the bulge in his pants and his breathing picking up told you everything you need to know as you relax fully.

"I want to see you cum on that piece of fucking plastic since you seem to like it so much" his words sent shivers through you, no doubt goosebumps visibly forming on your body but you don't care enough to check. Pleasure raked through your body in waves, pulling you under. Your muscles tensing up again, the familiar feeling of your orgasm building back up in your stomach. Your free hand reaches for Jake, but he stays standing just far away enough to stay out of your reach as he undoes the buckle on his belt and undoes his pants. He pulls them down together and kicks them away as he continues to watch you.

Your orgasm unexpectedly floods your senses. Your back arching slightly off the bed with a moan, your toes curling, your free hand that was reaching for him now slamming down on the bed to grab at the sheets.

"Bien, that's it" Jake softly praises.

Your moans turn into whimpers and you come down from your high. You quickly turn off the toy and move it away as the sensations become too much and your breathing begins to steady.

"So you do know how to listen after all" Jake says, a smirk forming on his lips as he finally crawls onto the bed towards you. Your hands immediately meet his skin, running up his arms and onto his shoulders and chest as he reaches you with a desperate and heated kiss. One of your hands moves to rub his cock over the fabric of his boxers, making him groan into your lips before pulling away.

"Already desperate for my cock? I thought the toy was enough, no?" he says with a chuckle when he hears you whine in frustration. He quickly pulls down his boxers, freeing his fully hardened cock.

He doesn't waste any time as he lines himself up with your pussy, both of you moaning as he slowly thrusts into you. He's careful, and watches you to make sure your comfortable and adjusted. You nod and that's all the confirmation he needs as he slowly moves out of you and pushing back in, a groan escaping his throat. He slowly builds up a steady pace, thrusting hard into you when he pauses, his cock settled deep in you. He thinks for a moment before a smirk forms on his face again, quickly searching the bed. He finally finds the vibrator within the pile of sheets. Turning it on and pressing it to your clit making you moan and whimper from all the sensations. Jake then leans forward, lips coming close to your ear.

"I'm going to show you how easy it is to wait, I'm not going to move until you cum on my cock from this thing" he whispers, holding the vibrator down on your clit to emphasize his point.

"Jake please-" you start to grind your hips into him, trying to get some sort of movement. One hand holds your hips down while the other keeps the vibrator firmly pressed to your clit. You can tell Jake can feel some of the vibrations too as his softly grunts at the feeling.

"I'm not going to fucking move until you cum on this cock" he says, remaining completely still and buried in your wet cunt. "You're gonna see how good it feels when you learn how to wait"

The vibrations mixed with the feeling of being absolutely full were heavenly. Jake kept you from moving your hips into him as pleasure consumed you. Jake hummed and groaned at the feeling of your cunt fluttering and pulsing around him mixed with the vibrations. You were so sensitive it didn't take long for him to feel you getting close again. You moaned as you got closer and closer to your high.

"Please, please Jake, please-" you begged. You don't even know what you're pleading for anymore but it didn't matter as your second orgasm flooded over you, making your pussy tighten around Jake's cock.

Right in that moment Jake started moving, pounding into you. The sounds of the toy mixed with skin slapping together filled the room, dragging the orgasm out as long as it would go. The vibrator was starting to get to Jake too so it doesn't take long for his body to tense up as he cums into you with a moan.

You both slowly come down from your highs, Jake turning off the vibrator and tossing it onto the bed. Both of you pause to catch your breath before Jake moves off of you, watching his cum fall from your pussy. He then walks over to the bathroom to grab a towel, wetting it with warm water.

"We should use that piece of plastic more often" Jake says with a chuckle

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Thanks again to @melodygatesauthor for unlocking my inner slut and inspiring me enough to actually get around to writing this!

[quilly72]

Alex your lab assistant stood in front of the machine as you tuned the power on. All systems stabilized as you prepared to fire the raygun. You had spent months trying to perfect your growth ray. All the math. The money. The sleepless nights. All for the military to pull out of their contract lats second because they didn't want to offer up any human volunteers. Pathetic. Your brave assistant had instead volunteered as you hot the record button on your camera. She gave you a thumbs up as you finished the final settings on your raygun 3... 2... 1...

A bright green ray shot out into her chest as she grunted. Her body heating up as the ray finally settled down. The loud hum quieting as she took a deep breath.

You both stared waiting as you heard her body creak and groan. You stared as her chest heaved outward. Her cleavage past her small bra as it bulged over the top and sides. Alex threw her hands up. "Seriously that's it."

She stamped her foot as she rolled her eyes. "Hit me again"

"wait Alex let's think about this there could be"

"shut up and hit me with another spurt there's no way we just spent years of work for only my boobs to grow. No military going to pay for what a boob job could of already done. Either we show them some results or we give up now"

You swallowed she was right but what about the consequences of your actions.

She cleared her throat as she centered herself in front of the machine again.

You aimed the ray a little lower aiming at her legs. "We're gonna let it dissolve through your clothes first... Just in case"

She rolled her eyes again as she waved you to hurry up.

You nodded and let the machine heat up again. 3.. 2... 1..

Another beam shot off piercing her pants and hitting her legs. The heat overwhelmed her as she folded down her larger cleavage catching your glance for a hot minute.

She grunted as she stood back up. She wobbled as her legs grew out from under her. Her legs were the only things to grow as she felt her pants raise up. Her cuffs falling to her calves as her shoes grew tight.

Her upper body now very small in proportion to her very long think legs. She readjusted her bra as her boobs twitched unknown to her growing a cup larger. Her waistband dug into her waist as she tried to relieve the pressure. "Great now look at me all legs no upper body. I'm a freak like this. How tall am I." She stumbled over to the measuring tape before kicking her shoes off. 5'10"

"well I'm definitely taller by 4 inches but sadly it all went to my legs. Fire up the machine again I don't care about the experiment anymore just even me out"

You readjusted some dials and switches as you messed with the machine. "Just a second maybe this will make it work"

Alex stood impatiently as the machine whirred back on you held your finger up counting down 3.2.1

The machine fired off. Alex groaned as the heat encompassed her torso. Spreading across her body as she stumbled back. She fell to the ground as the machine sputtered down. "Alex... ALEX are you alright.

Alex leaned up as she felt her body rapidly cool down. Her head foggy from her unexpected fall. "Yeah I'm fine let's just see how much taller I am and hope I'm not some sort of freak."

She stood back up as she did you watched her grow. Her head slowly rasing past your 6 ft tall gaze as she wobbled upwards. Her bra now incredibly tight as her cleavage bulged over and under her top. She ripped her mask off now that the test was done and stood against the tape measure. Her height now 6'4" you marked her height in your notes as you saw her legs twitch and shake. She shot up 2 more inches as you scribbled out her previous height jotting down 6'6"

"do you feel okay"

"yeah yeah I'm fine I'm just tired I want to go home"

You nodded as you went to find her a jacket. As you turned your back you heard her groan and gasp. "What... What is it." You stared wide eyed as you saw what she had. Her cleavage billowing forward as her bra gave in and snapped off. Her arm shooting up covering herself as she smiled awkwardly. "I always wanted a bigger bust I guess I just got a bit more than expected"

You continued looking for the jacket as she groaned again. Alex gritted her teeth as her skin glowed green"that's not good" she muttered.

You both watched as she sprang upwards her body rapidly growing from 6'6 to 8 ft in seconds

Her pants tore off her body as she stood up to her full height. Her panties snapped off next as she covered herself with both hands. "Reverse this now"

You raced over to the raygun as she wobbled her way over her body tensing up again as she lurched taller. Her head bumping the ceiling as she bent her knees. Her cleavage and butt swelling larger. Her cleavage specifically much too big for her body. Swelling past her arms capabilities.

"there must be a delayed reaction and by hitting you with more shots we ended up compiling them into one... She sprang up again... Growth spurt"

Alex's shoulder blades pressed into the ceiling as she fell to her knees. She moved her leg to cover her vagina as she used both arms to support her bust. Her eyes wide with fear as she tried to slow down her growth.

You fired the machine up

Changing and resetting all the knobs numbers and switches. She clutched her face shut as she grew again. "Quickly" she yelped as her head grew right under the ceiling. She leaned forward on all 4s giving up on covering herself her cleavage pulling her down as she struggled to support her weight. 'i can't stop why won't it stop.

You continued to mess with the machine as she sprouted up larger. Her back pressing flat against the roof. As her legs knocked over your experiments behind her. "It's too late your too big" you muttered.

"what are you doing help me"

She watched as you ran out the room slamming the door behind you. She reached for the machine as she sprouted up again. Her legs flying out from behind as she bent them at the wall. Her feet pressing against the roof as she lay down flat on the floor. She turned the machine to read the screen as her head hovered above it. She fiddled with the buttons her fingers far too big for the machine crunching and breaking bits and pieces as it started smoking. "Come on I got this I know how to do this"

She surged again. Her cleavage dragging across the floor as it nearly cursed the machine. Her head growing past it as she craned her neck. She flipped it back around aiming at her as she made what she thought were the final adjustments. She held back another spurt as she tried to get the machine to work.

It whirred to life as she contorted her body. Her teeth gritting. Her legs shaking as she clutched her eyes shut. She fumbled for the green button as she began violently shaking. Her finger smashing into the machine as her cleavage bulldozed the growth ray as it sputtered underneath her. She contorted herself to fit in the cramped room as her legs and head now met opposing walls. The roof threatening to crack underneath the pressure of her butt and back.

She sat in silence as she waited. "Did it work... I think I might've stopped it"

She waited to shrink as she felt her body spams and tighten. A smile spreading across her face as she waited to return to normal. Instead her smile vanished as her face turned giant her skin growing green as she grimaced. No no no no" she shieked

The building started collapsing around her as her body grew wave after wave one after another. Her cracked the roof as her head shot out of the wall. Her legs next to spill out into the parking lot as her butt billowed out into the cold air. Her cleavage heaved forward as her back pressed further into the sky. The roof crumbling around her. Her arms shot out of either side as she sat up. The remains falling to her feet as she stood up. Her eye line raising higher and higher as she shot her head back and forth. "No too tall I didn't want this this can't be happening. Her feet grew over the building her feet now larger than her late testing facility. Her head grew past the skyscrapers as she felt her cleavage pull her down. She lost balance as she rapidly descended on her city

Nothing but smoke and dust remaining as her body grew to cover what was left.

[theemporium]

Number 42 for the random number!

42. “stay quiet”

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The decision to go camping was impulsively brought up by Pansy at dinner one night, and now they were also suffering the consequences.

Ever since Draco Malfoy finally got off his ass and made a move on Hermione Granger, the witch had become integrated into your little group and you truly couldn’t be happier. You had always gotten along with the witch, despite what the house and class statuses of you two may say. 

It was during one of the many dinners you shared together where Hermione had shared a few stories about her family annual muggle camping trips across the country. And it was less than five minutes later when Pansy insisted they give it a shot—a weekend without magic and only muggle tools to survive—because it surely couldn’t be that hard. 

Spoiler alert: it was pretty fucking difficult.

There was a variety of hardships the group had grown to discover, starting somewhere from the lack of toilets to the fact it was fucking freezing at night, and they were barely able to start a fire. However, Theo’s biggest issue was the fact they had no silencing charms. 

Not a single one.

“Theo,” you whispered, the birds chirping outside telling you it was pretty early for all things considered. You knew your watch was somewhere near the bottom of the tent, but you didn’t have the heart to leave your warm sleeping bag just yet. Especially not with your boyfriend pressed against your back, warm hands gliding along your stomach. 

“Morning, love,” he grumbled, his voice low and rough as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His leg slid between yours, entangling and trapping your body further against his. 

You sighed happily in his arms, content enough to stay exactly where you were before dealing whatever chaos the rest of the day would lead into. Your boyfriend, however, had other plans. 

It was subtle at first, the way his pinky stroked along your stomach. It was something you didn’t even bat an eye at until his hand slid down a little, until his pinky was skimming the waistband of your leggings and the bulge pressing into your ass was more noticeable to your sleepy brain. 

“Theo,” you murmured in a warning voice, knowing very well what he wanted. “We can’t.” 

“Yes, we can,” he replied simply, pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear. Smiling a little when he heard you let out a small sigh. “You know you want to.” 

“We can’t,” you repeated as his fingers passed the barrier of the waistband. “We don’t even have silencing charms.” 

“We are far away enough,” he assured you. 

“The others are literally less than two meters away.” 

“They probably aren’t even awake.”

You opened your mouth, ready to list off other reasons just why this was a bad idea but Theo’s hand cupped your clothed cunt before you could even say a word. A choked gasp left your lips, hips instinctively grinding against his palm and the boy grinned victoriously against your neck. 

“That’s it, baby,” he hummed as his fingers slid along the material, already feeling how wet you were when he had barely touched you. “Stay quiet like a good girl and I’ll let you come.” 

You bit your lip. “Theo—” 

“Shhh, love,” he cooed as his palm brushed against your clit, your face nuzzled against your pillow to muffle the whine you let out. “I wanna fuck my pretty girl, but I can’t do that if you get us caught, huh?” 

“Okay,” you breathed out, all resolve leaving your body the second you felt him push his hips against your ass and his hard cock pressing against your back. “Fuck me, Theo. Please.” 

“That’s the plan, love. Now keep that pretty mouth shut.”

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[strgrlxox]

⤷ ☆☆★ YOU’RE ALL I NEED

ABBY ANDERSON / FEM!READER

SUMMARY            ❫⠀─── find the req here !

WORD COUNT     ❫⠀─── 388 !

                        

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“what am i gonna do with you, huh?” she hums, her palms caressing your spread thighs. you shiver at the feeling of her calloused hands against your skin. her touch is hot, leaving behind a trail of warmth wherever her fingertips brush. 

you knew better than to tease her. but today, it was like you couldn’t help yourself. abby’s patience with you had been annoyingly unwavering. she didn’t comment on the sundress you put on this morning (even though you knew she could barely take her eyes off you). she didn’t budge when you put your hand on her thigh at lunch, she barely even flinched when you let your hand trail up and down. but even through her stubbornness, you caught the looks she gave you. that curious gaze that almost dared you to keep it up. and of course, you did. her final straw being when you whispered in her ear how badly you wanted while you were watching a movie with your friends. you had gotten what you wanted and now you had to take the consequences.

her hand leaves your legs which makes you lean your head back with a whimper.

“no, don’t whine now.” she scoffs, her hands gripping your face firmly but still gentle. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

she smirks when you don’t deny, only confirming what she already knew. “you’ve been a brat all fucking day…all cause you wanted my attention?”

her fingers ghost over your clothed clit, tempting you with the friction you needed desperately. you nod, a sob raking through your body at her touch. you try to buck up into her fingers, but her other hand has now moved down to your hip, keeping you firmly in place. 

“please, abby.” you groan, looking up at her with teary eyes. “i’m sorry.”

“you’re sorry?” she laughs cruelly, moving her body so that she’s laying on her stomach “aw, poor baby.”

she places kisses above the waistband of your panties, cooing softly at you. her teeth skated down until the lace was completely off of you, leaving you bare to her. “don’t worry, babe.” she places a chaste kiss to your clit that has you jolting in her hold. “i’ve got you.”

[beautifuldisaster88]

Don't Blame Me

A/N: I just randomly came up with this whole listening to Taylor Swift's song Don't Blame Me. I feel like that would so be Unhinged!Rafe and InnocentTurnedUnhinged!Girlfriend. Like they would do whatever it takes to protect each other. Sorry in advance if it sucks. I didn't proofread or anything. Simply wrote it and posted right after.

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She ran as fast as her legs would take her the moment that she found out Barry planned on betraying Rafe, and turning him in. After trying over and over again to call Rafe, having no luck, she panicked, throwing her phone as she kept running. Her chest tightened and breathing became more difficult, but a panic attack wasn't going to stop her from getting to Rafe.

Drenched in sweat and out of breath, she spotted the Kildare County Sheriff's department boats, making her worst nightmare come true. It was too late. They'd found him. No, fuck that! Nobody was taking her love away, not even the fucking law. That's when she spotted him, face smashed into the mud and a large deputy on top of his. From what she could see, they already had her man in handcuffs. Wrong move, assholes.

Removing her gun, well Ward's gun, from the waistband of her shorts, she quickly turned off the safety, and stepped out from behind a tree and pointing it straight at Shoupe's head. All eyes were on her, including Rafe's. An eerie silence washed over those who were meant to serve and protect.

"You've got two options here, Shoupe. One, you let Rafe go and forget any of this happened. You destroy every file, every piece of evidence, anything that pertains to Rafe. Option number two." She cocked the gun, the click echoing from the dead silence. "I don't think you're going to like option two. Two, I pull the trigger and put a bullet in your fucking skull. Then you can reunite with Peterkin. Sure, I might not be fast enough to shoot all of you, but you can bet your asses, I'm taking most of you down with me. Your choice, Shoupe."

She took a step closer, more than ready to shoot. The look in her eyes was unlike any they'd ever seen. The once sweet and innocent girl was gone, replaced with a stone cold killer. After all, she was just a girl in love, and that meant protecting the man she loved at all costs. Consequences be damned.

"You don't wanna do that. You're not like him. You're not a killer." Shoupe tried to plead with her, but his words were useless. He might as well have been a baby babbling.

"That's where you're wrong. Now, I'm going to count to three and if your buddy still doesn't back the fuck away from Rafe, he'll be the first to reunite with Peterkin. One."

"Think this through. Is he really worth losing your life over? I know you, you're a good girl. You've got a clean record. Can't you see what he's doing to you? He's poisoned you."

"Yes. Yes, he is worth losing my life over, and he's not fucking poisoning me! He just helped me realize who I truly am. Also, you don't know shit about me. None of you fucking do! Whatever blood is on his hands, I've got the same on mine. Two. Don't make me get to three, Shoupe. I'm warning you."

The deputy that had Rafe on the ground, dug his knee deeper into the Cameron boys back. "Get the fuck off me! Don't you dare fucking hurt her, Shoupe! I'll fucking kill you myself if anything happens to her!" Rafe yelled, trying his damnedest to fight off the deputy. Having his hands cuffed behind his back wasn't helping. He panicked, picturing the worst. He had to get free, had to save his angel.

"Three. Don't say I didn't warn you."

In the blink of an eye, she had the gun pointed at the deputy's head, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't you ain't doing it right."

"WAIT! WAIT! DON'T SHOOT!" Shoupe screamed, looking between her and the deputy, his hands up in surrender. The look in her eyes said everything, she was going to kill the deputy. Love really had made her crazy. The other deputy's shot hesitant looks at one another, but slowly began to lower their weapons.

"Let the boy go." Shoupe instructed him, earning a look as though he'd lost his mind.

"He killed Peterkin! This bastard is going to rot behind bars." The deputy spat, digging his knee deeper into Rafe's back.

"I SAID LET HIM GO DAMNIT! OR THE GIRL WILL SHOOT! WE DON'T NEED ANYMORE BLOOD SPILLED!"

Doing as he was told, the deputy uncuffed Rafe, releasing his weight off the Cameron boys back, making Rafe smirk... That was until he saw the deputy reaching for his gun in his holster, eyes glued on the only girl that Rafe has ever loved. Oh no he didn't, nobody was shooting his girl.

In one swift motion, Rafe wrestled the deputy to the ground, grabbing his gun and hitting him in the head with it, hard enough to knock the big guy on his ass. With both of them still pointing their guns at the officer's, Rafe quickly made his way to her side.

Taking her hand, they laced their fingers together, both glancing over at each other.

"Together until the end, yeah?" Rafe whispered to her.

She nodded, squeezing his hand. "Together until the end, baby. I love you, Rafe."

"I love you too, angel. If we make it outta here, 'm taking you far away and we're gonna start that life we always talked about, yeah? Yeah. I promise."

Shots rang as the couple began shooting at the deputy's, trying their hardest to dodge the bullets as they shot back.

"Shit. Motherfucker shot me!" She hissed, grabbing her side as she put a bullet into the deputy's skull. Her side hurt like a motherfucker, the pain worse than anything she'd ever experienced. Still, she wasn't about to just lay down and die. No, they'd come this far, and this was not how her and Rafe's story ended.

"angel, you okay!? Talk to me, baby!" Rafe yelled out from behind a tree, trying to avoid the flying bullets that hit the bark above his head. The panic evident in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, m'fine. Don't worry 'bout me."

Rafe could tell by the sound of her voice that she was lying. He knew her inside and out, and knew when she was lying. She wasn't fucking okay. He couldn't lose her. No, not her. Without thinking twice, he ran out from behind the tree, staying crouched down as he ran towards her, dodging bullets as he shot at the remaining officer's along the way. Shoupe was nowhere to be seen, meaning the pussy ran and left his deputy's to die. Not surprising.

As soon as Rafe reached her, he wrapped an arm around her, using his strength to keep her on her feet. The color in her face was fading, white tank top now soaked in crimson.

"We gotta go, baby. Gotta get you outta here and patched up. You're fucking crazy, you know that?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as he quickly planted a kiss on the side of her head, before scooping her up in his arms.

"Like I said, don't blame me love made me crazy."

[countlessrealities]

@modestmuses​ sent: “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” (for Morty from Singed :)) Terrible first meeting starters

Morty visibly started as the foreign voice reached him out of the blue, spinning around so quickly that he almost tripped on his own feet. His hand moved to the waistband of his trousers, where the small laser gun Rick had left him with was hidden, but he didn’t pull out the weapon just yet. He and his grandfather had landed on that world just a little longer than a week before, but they had already learnt a few things. Among them, the fact that hostile behaviours and threats were met with violence, so he wanted to assess whom he was dealing with first.

Hazel eyes ran up and down the stranger’s tall figure, lingering just barely over the visible part of his disfigured face. Once upon a time the man’s looks would have intimidated him, but by now he had seen so many horrors around the multiverse that it took much more than a creepy vibe to intimidate him.

“W-Who said that I’m alone?” He shot back, with more confidence than the one he was truly feeling. “An-And even if I were, w-why do...w-what’s to you?”

In truth, he knew that the other was right. He shouldn’t have been out there alone, especially in the middle of the night. Zaun, as the locals called it, was hardly a safe place where to take a stroll. Even now that he didn’t stand out as much as he had the first day because he and Rick had swapped their usual clothes with outfits that fitted the fashion of the Undercity, he still looked like an easy target. Short, scrawny, young.

While he could hold his ground in a fight better than most would expect looking at him, he was still just a fourteen-years-old human boy. His experience and the few skills he had learnt could make up for his lack of strength only up to a point.

Maybe a more honest approach would be better?

“...Uh. I-I mean,” he stuttered out, his shoulders slumping slightly, even if his hand remained near his belt. Just in case. “I-I know, but...I can’t go back to...uh, w-where I’m staying. N-Not yet. It’s...I needed some air, y-you know? I-I don’t have anything valuable on me, s-so if you want to rob me...d-don’t waste your time. Or-Or if you want to, uh, harvest my organs or...s-something, well, bad idea. Y-You don’t want to deal with the consequences of that, t-trust me.”

[muddyorbsblr]

omg…omg…OMG

Once again gonna start with that edit because goddamn that had me having to hold a hand over my mouth so I didn't squeak or make any inhuman sounds while I was unmuted at a meeting when I got the notif on my phone 😮‍💨 I already know I'm gonna have some good dreams tonight 😏

Now on to the story…lovers reunited?? Loki returning days earlier than expected because massive mission success?? Sign me all the way tf up I am obsessed with reunited lovers and I love it even more when the reunion comes ahead of schedule that's just like the best kind of surprise aaaaaaaa 😩

And the touch of Reader swimming so that there was something to occupy her time instead of worrying over him and missing him incessantly was such a beautiful touch that had me so soft 🥹

The striptease fucking murdered me. Like goddamn that belt whip?? And the waistband of his underwear catching on the bulge?? HELP??

Every brush of your arms that had felt effortless minutes before, now a mammoth task.

This was such an accurate way of showing that she really was so consumed with being reunited with him that something that came so easily just a while ago was leagues more difficult now because the only thing on her mind was that he was here and she wanted the reunion to start already 🥵😮‍💨

He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all yours.

I'm always so weak whenever you write a reader that relishes in the knowledge that Loki's this impossibly beautiful perfect being and he's pledged himself to her. It's like that thought is giving "I can't believe he's mine" and "He's mine and everyone better fucking know that or face the consequences" all at once, and I'm living for Reader with a possessive side. Especially when you did this:

“Let me hear you Loki…” you whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him. “I want the whole Tower to know my lover’s home.”

And don't get me started on how soft I got when you wrote this line from Loki:

"I love you." he said firmly. "Always, I will come back to you.”

Like you really captured so many emotions with this story to complement and augment the hornies. You had Reader's longing for her lover to come home, the frantic urge to rush to him the second she saw him, his playfulness despite most definitely wanting the exact same thing, and the relief of finally being together again after being apart for an extended period of time.

This was once again a masterpiece of both love and filth and I loved every second of it 👏👏

Deeper [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: You and Loki have a sensual reunion in the Tower swimming pool. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluffy Smut. Language.

Your face dipped beneath the still surface of water with every careful spread of your arms. There were sixty-four lengths in a mile. So far tonight, you had swum eighty-six. The calmness of the swimming pool on the second highest floor of the Tower had been a godsend while Loki had been away. It helped soothe your nervous heart and fill the empty nights - if not your empty bed.

An undercover operation; arms deals, shady characters with suspicion and murder baked in the soul. You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you dipped a final time beneath the surface.

Your fingers wrapped around the cool ledge at the deep end, taking a breath before turning and readying to push away from the wall. And that was when you saw him.

Loki was leaning silently against one of the tall pillars surrounding the still water, reflections bouncing in ethereal waves across his face; eyes creased at the corners in a secret smile. He was half bathed in shadow, strands of hair hanging loose at his temples with the lengths drawn back into a ponytail. A perfectly fitted suit clung snug to his imposing body, the black material making him look like a shadow transfigured to flesh in the gloom. “Hello, love.” he murmured, the echo carrying around the tiled space. “Stay where you are, please.” he commanded calmly, seeing your excited failed attempt to hoist yourself up to the edge. “Right...there.” You knew you should ask how the mission had gone. Quite well, you expected, considering he was back three days early. But right now, Loki clearly wanted to play. A thrill roared through your blood; hot and wild as the heels of his dress shoes clacked against the tiles with each measured stride. He paused at the precipice of the shallow end, leaning down achingly slowly and unlacing his brogues before slipping them off. He knelt at the top of wide stairs which disappeared beneath the lapping surface, before rising to his full height. Nimble fingers moved to the buckle of an expensive leather belt, the whip as he yanked it from its loops making your pussy clench beneath the water. Loki’s eyes never left yours as he unzipped the sinfully fitted trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out, kicking them to the side.

You felt your grip against the ledge falter as he began to toy with the waistband of his black underwear. The smooth wall of the pool slipped against your back, making you kick your legs harder to stay afloat. The urge to begin swimming towards him was almost unbearable. You blinked as he peeled the tight cotton over his hipbones, toying with you as the waistband caught on his growing bulge before letting them fall to the ground. “Come to me, darling.” he purred, his velvet voice seeming to fill every pocket of air all the way to the high ceilings. “Slowly.” You swallowed the well of saliva that had formed on your tongue. God, how you loved him.

Stroke after stroke, you moved as slowly as you could while your heavy gaze bore into the sight of your god shrugging off the bespoke suit jacket. It joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor before he reached up and pulled the hair-tie from its hold. Curls unfurled around his shoulders as long, pale fingers moved to the knot of his silk tie – digging in and releasing it with a firm yank.

Your breathing was completely out of time with your movements, the heavy throb of desire beating in your core seeming to pull you deeper. The water was treacle. Every brush of your arms that had felt effortless minutes before, now a mammoth task. He began unbuttoning his shirt just as you reached the halfway point. “Stop, please.” he enunciated slowly, making your breath hitch as you splashed upright. Your hands grazed on the surface to the side, keeping yourself afloat as Loki began to descend into the gently lapping water. You bit your lip, seeing the curve of his muscular calves submerge as he made his way confidently down the stairs. Loki's cock was hardening furiously with anticipation, swelling with the same heat smouldering between your legs. It bobbed with every slow step. And he was still wearing the shirt. The half naked god waded through the shallows, pausing to dip himself once beneath the peaceful surface. He ascended soaking wet, throwing his sodden hair back over his shoulders. The soaked white cotton clung to every valley in his chiselled torso, dark shadows visible through the shirt where the rock hard muscles dipped and rose. His hair wrapped in inky tendrils down his neck, drops of chlorinated water rolling over his cheekbones. He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all yours. In four effortless crawls, he reached you; the force of his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he kicked backwards pushing you against the nearest side of the pool. Loki’s breath was hot against your wet skin as you spluttered, the intensity of his stare making you quiver in his arms. “Norns, how I’ve missed you.” he whispered with a groan, wet kisses trailing the angle of your jaw.

Your fingers toyed at the opening of his shirt, tips relishing the feel of him pressed against your body after so long apart. “I know how much you love to undress me from these contraptions.” he chuckled, drawing himself away from the lure of your exposed neck. You smiled. “How thoughtful of you.” you coyed, enjoying the flash of his dimples that followed. Loki slipped a finger under one strap of your swimming costume, eyebrow rising as it slid easily down your bicep. The other followed. You arched your back, allowing him to tug the chest down around your waist. He moaned in appreciation, exhaling into a passionate kiss which fastened to your lips like a wave sinking into sand. His tongue massaged inside, caressing your own as your swimsuit slid over your thighs and into the void below with a final solitary tug of his fingers. Loki's hard chest pressed against the curve of your breasts, flattening you desperately beneath his violent kiss. The wet cotton dragged against your nipples, ferocious passion in every sway of his jaw as he consumed you. Your fingers dragged through his slick hair, tangling in the mess of thick strands that spread on the water’s surface. Without warning, he hoisted you to perch on the cold side. You gasped as the cool air bit against your soaking skin, the rough of the edging grazing your thighs before he wrapped his fingers over your dripping calves and placed them gently over his shoulders

“Close your eyes.” he murmured, the low lapping waves against the side tiles making you shudder as you did what he asked. You knew his feet would be flat on the bottom of the swimming pool floor, the blue hued water caressing teasingly around his biceps as he slid closer and nuzzled against your inner thigh. “My beautiful woman…” he whispered wistfully, licking a trail over the skin before he latched to your pussy. Your head fell back, heavy strands of clumped, wet hair slapping between your shoulder-blades. Loki’s tongue swept softly against your slit, his hands massaging up your spread thighs before pulling your ass closer with a gentle yank. He moaned softly as your sex rolled against his open mouth, tongue slipping inside your channel sticky with fresh arousal. Your hands slid over his slick scalp, pulling him deeper. Baritone growls vibrated against your centre, every flat lick of his talented tongue making you thrust into him. Your palms braced on the floor behind you, feeling yourself fall backwards with a shameless groan of pleasure. Loki chuckled against your pussy, his sharp jaw waxing and waning as he ate you out like he was conducting a symphony. It was perfection. With him, it always was. Your thighs juddered against his shoulders, making his fingertips dig tighter into the soft flesh. Climax was close, and he knew it. Wet slurps rose muffled between your splayed thighs, only the god’s brow visible above your hips. He looked so fucking good buried in your needy pussy. He always did. You felt the point of his tongue trace from the base of your slit to your swollen bud, flicking in a straight line to the side. It moved in a licentious circle, stalking your entire tingling sex in a teasing dance before landing on your clit again. His eyes moved up to meet yours, the smouldering hues of his irises darkened by lust and delayed gratification before ducking down. You arched your back as he began another ascent up your messy centre, the staggered gasp from your lips taking you by surprise. Your hips began to shake as he flicked his head to the right, his tongue capturing a delicate fold in a gentle suck. Shallow pants made your chest rise and fall as he hovered, before repeating the movement, lower this time. A staggered moan of his name filled the air. His name. He was pleasuring you with his name. Loki licked his lips, cheekbones sharpening as he lowered himself to deliver the final sexually devastating blow. “I..-” you whimpered, making Loki laugh softly beneath your spread cheeks. His hands tightening around your thighs, pulling your ass flush against his chest. Making sure you could see him work, he lapped gently at your asshole. The pathetic whimper from your throat made a knowing smile tug at his lip, before he released a final straight lick against your little cunt. You couldn’t draw your gaze away from his, the restraint etched on his brow as he drew it up your sex with aching slowness. Your hands flew to meet his own, grasping desperately as he suckled your clit with needy abandon; feeling the spurt of your hot juices coat each soft massage of his tongue.

You felt your whole body relax, the slip of water against your legs as you fell down around him on autopilot. Loki's hands were fastened on your waist, guiding you over the edge of the pool to join him. Your bare chest slid again the heavy cotton stuck to his torso, one of the buttons of his drenched shirt catching on your nipple bringing you back to reality.

"Did you miss me?" he whispered, the ache of longing in his voice. "More than anything." you replied, sliding your hands over his broad shoulders. Your lip quivered, the force of your love for him reflected back twofold in his bottomless eyes.

Loki's hands rested on your hips, pulling you flush against his stomach. There wasn't a sliver of ebbing light between your bodies. At some point, the vibrant orange sunset through the window had faded to a panorama of glittering New York lights. The tails of his shirt floated upwards, resting on the surface. With trembling fingers, you made quick work of the buttons, peeling the arms off to reveal his flawlessly firm alabaster skin. "I love you." you sighed, before Loki kissed you again.

He adjusted you slightly, before the thick tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. Fresh cum from his attentions still clung there; knowing its purpose. "I love you." he said firmly. "Always, I will come back to you.” His warm breath skating up the curve of your cheekbone, before he nuzzled possessively against your temple. “Always." he whispered against the dripping skin.

Dual groans of ragged relief echoed around the swimming pool as he squeezed into your keening heat, dragging against the friction of water. He filled you to the hilt, bottoming out with a careful thrust of his muscular hips. Your back slipped against the side of the pool, the cock impaling you the only thing stopping your body slopping beneath the surface. At some point, he had wrapped your legs around his waist, taking control as you fell apart beneath his touch.

Your back slid up the tile as he fucked you, the slow gyrations of his thrusts making you bounce steadily up and down. Nails dragged down his back, a hiss escaping his parted lips as he shook away inky slathers of hair that clung to his bladed jawline. Sweet murmurs of praise fluttered in the air, chiming with the rhythmic lap of waves against the side. Your fingers gathered Loki’s sodden hair, curls transformed to obsidian lengths that fanned on the water with every squat as he made your world spin. Glittering skyscrapers radiated behind his head, a line appearing and evaporating between his brows as he tried to withhold his moans of pleasure accompanying each slow slap of his hips. He had been undercover for far too long. “Let me hear you Loki…” you whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him. “I want the whole Tower to know my lover’s home.” He growled, bracing a hand against the edge of the pool beside your shoulder. You heard the crack of porcelain, crunching as he clenched his jaw with a feral rumble. It crumbled beneath his grip, flecks of white plaster descending into the water which had begun to slosh violently around your tight bodies. His forehead pressed against your own, shallow pants becoming ragged and fierce. “F-fuck...darling...jeg er h-hjemme.” His breath caught as he spoke the words. ‘I’m home’, you thought with a gasp as he plunged deeper. Loki’s moans became frantic, primal, loud– every drag of his rigid cock tipping you over the edge a reminder that you were his. Every masculine whimper of pure desire from his lips a reminder that he was yours.

When Loki was gone, you always realised just how much you loved him; his absence draining your world to fading shades of sepia. And when he returned, you felt yourself fall inexplicably in love all over again; in deepest greens and brightest gold. His love consumed you. And each time, deeper.

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[cursedmagnificently]

spit venom, hold my heart ━ karina x fem!reader

Pleading words hang from your lips as they meet merciless ones.

"Aren't you being too greedy?" Scolding voice meets your ears. But can those words have any real meaning when you are already on top of her? Of course you want more. Your kisses keep descending, soft grateful lips on Karina's naked body. Your hand is busy playing with one of her nipples as your mouth plays with the other. Karina excels at never letting you know whether you are pleasing her or not. Blinded by ambition, you aim to get her to moan for you.

Those sweet sounds she makes, you need to earn them. Once your saliva starts to travel down her ribcage you continue wandering down until you reach her pyjamas. Her pale pink silk shorts are almost as soft as her skin, you delight yourself in the feeling of her warmth by putting your head between her legs. Karina gasps as she feels wetness on her but not directly on her skin. You lap her like a hungry dog through her thin layered shorts.

Karina doesn't particularly enjoy any sort of teasing, but she must find some amusement in your actions because all you receive as a repercussion is a low groan and grinding hips. Her back starts to arch as she pushes herself onto your tongue with such a force you have to put your palm on her stomach to keep her in place.

You admire your work with hazy eyes. The patch on her shorts doesn't compare to the wetness between your thighs. But your hands never wander to your body, instead they both grab the waistband of Karina's shorts so you can focus more throughly on her.

"Hey." One simple command has you stopping any movement your hands were making. You look up to her waiting for her next command.

"I told you before." She is no longer laying on the mattress, her back rises from the comfort of her sheets to meet your face. Her legs are open and inviting, but you know better than to act without permission. Her hand goes to your cheek first and then your lips, she cleans the remaining saliva that fell down your chin, "you are too greedy." She plays with the newfound stickiness of her fingers before she starts to run them on her slit. She opens her legs more so you can get a closer look.

The disappointment in your eyes is evident, your pouty lips scream unfair but she only wickedly smiles at your reaction. Perphas this is the consequence of your prior actions. She is a one woman show, there is no real pressure on her fingers, only meaning to provoke you. To see if you will break or continue her cruel game. You lick your lips, unable to move your eyes from the movement of her fingers. Up and down, Karina's index and middle finger keep moving.

"Look at me." You do so without hesitation, knowing what she wants. What she needs. You open your mouth, like the obliging servant you have become. She roughly inserts her fingers on your mouth, moving them from inner cheek to cheek, and then to the back of your throat. Karina doesn't stop until she hears you gag, the sound of your distress makes the sleek of her cunt drip on her sheets. Once she decides you've had enough, her saliva covered fingers return to between her legs only this time she lowers them at her entrance.

Hurriedly, both of her fingers are inside of her in seconds. Your lack of words but desperate whining has Karina giggling, the wet sounds she continues to make only serve to increase your ache. You need to touch her, to please her, to be only one that gets to make her feel good. She doesn't have to use her fingers or any toys because she will always have you at her disposal. Karina already knows this.

She calls for your name. Your hazy eyes move to her face before she has the chance to call for you a second time. She removes her fingers from her cunt before letting you know her next command.

"Eat." You convey thankfulness through your smile before putting your tongue on her cunt. You lick her once, twice and three times before Karina's hand goes to her pussy again. This time she parts both of her lips so you can do a better work. The moment you flatten your tongue on her clit, a small moan escapes her throat.

"You need help?" You nod knowing what's to come. She grabs you by the hair with a forceful hand and you stare at her collecting saliva. She spits on your mouth and you procure not to swallow. Instead, your tongue returns to licking her, more saliva dripping on her sheets, this time at a relentless pace. Karina's game might be enjoyable but she can only endure so much before needing to cum. Her telling was her roughness. When she meets with you with force, that's how you know how desperately she needs to cum. That's her unspeakable command.

While your mouth is busy, both of your hands grab her thighs, opening her legs even more. You squeeze her skin, leaving marks on her. Too lost on her pleasure, Karina doesn't scold at your recklessness. Instead, you find her hands at the back of your head, pushing further inside of her cunt until she is grinding on your face. Grabbing the back of her thighs, you assist her neediness by lifting her even closer to you.

A thread of curses fall from her red lips, bitten way too many times, as she cums with shaky thighs and labored breathing. You remove your mouth from her, slowly putting her down. Karina's knees fall close with no strength left on her muscles. She clings onto her pillow and stares at the ceiling, relishing on her orgasm. You sit on your knees and admire the vision of her, shiny from sweating, you wish to lick and bite every inch of her body. You lay besides her, and she instantly turns your way. She kisses you softly first, but her lips get more aggressive, sharp bites start to appear.

"My turn."