#an older pic i found again

[bug-blogging]

Leaf-Footed bugs spotted unionizing

[imerian]

I have something I need for all of you to see:

Keke rosberg as otters !!!!

Welcome back princess Diana

Put some more under cut🤭 (my favourite one there too)

Smiley otter ^_^

Little addition of nico rosberg starrting as little otter!

Anyway hope you liked this!!!

and if you read this far pls let's be friends i need more ppl to talk to about classic f1😭😭

[shadesoflsk]

greetings I have an update

people don't even say bless you anymore they just look at you like this

[crimsonbubble]

Breeding In Bali

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, dilf yunho is a pervert <3, breeding kink, creampies, talks about pregnancy and babies, oral *not proofread, just pure horny*

[these pics will be the death of me] happy 4/20!!

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Your wine-stained lips pressed kisses to his flushed tip, looking up at him through soft lashes as you lapped at the pearls beading at his slit. Yunho raked a hand through his hair, the flush from the alcohol tinting his cheeks with the softest pink.

“Fuck,” his voice trailed off as you slowly worked your tongue over him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, pretty girl.” His hand found its way to the face, cradling it softly as you sucked him off. You quickly took hin in, swallowing around the head of his cock as you swirled your tongue around him. He cursed loudly, his hand moving to rest on your head. He’s not pushing you down, simply trying to find a way to ground himself before he floats off to cloud nine.

The sounds were raunchy; loud slurps, gags and moans. Yunho eyes followed yours, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he watched your pretty lips stretch around his length. Yunho pulled you off him, much to his dismay. He finally got a good look at you, nearly coming all over your face. Tears had gathered in your eyes, your lip gloss smudged, and a look in your glossy eyes made Yunho weak.

Yunho pulled you up, hooking your legs around his waist as he unceremoniously tossed you onto the bed. You let out a short yelp, immediately regaining your senses once Yunho hovered over you. His kiss was fierce, wild, as his hands trailed down your sides. He had half a mind to rip that damn sundress off of you, but your voice caught up to his ears. “Don’t even think about it, Jeong Yunho.” His hands stopped at the bunched-up hem of your dress before he finally remembered how you scolded him for tearing your dress like you did your son when he left his toys out for you to trip over.

He looked at you sheepishly, opting to hike it over your hips. His breath hitched as he laid eyes on the deep emerald silk panties that clung to your wet cunt like a second skin. “Fuck…” his voice was hoarse as he stared. “You gonna fuck my pussy too, or are you just gonna keep staring at it?” Your impatient voice cracked down on him like thunder, eliciting a warm laugh from the older man. “I’m getting to it, I just like admiring the view.”

You sat up, peeling off the dress to reveal the matching bra, a warmth falling across your face at the sudden boldness. “You can do that after you come inside me, now get over here.” You grabbed him by the neck, tugging him down with you as you lay down again. Yunho moaned into the kiss, his hands trembling with desire as he thumbed over your clit through your soaked panties. Your hips canted up, chasing the sweet pressure to your aching bud.

Yunho hooked his thumbs into your waistband, tugging them down. He wants to put on a show, maybe take your panties into his mouth but his dick is throbbing so painfully he might pass out. Yunho apparently still has the mind to tease you, slapping his thick cock against your twitching clit. He can see just how lewdly your slick clings to your pussy. He can see the string of arousal cling to the underside of his cock as he slides his length through your folds. His eyes trail back up to you, and his restraint snaps.

His grip is harsh on your hips as he pulls your hips up his thighs. Yunho keeps a watchful eye on your face as he quickly bottoms out. He doesn’t miss the way your breath catches in your throat or the way your eyes roll back as he finally stuffs you full of his cock. His pace is brutal and uneven. “Fuck, look at you. Your greedy cunt just keeps sucking me back in.” You will never understand how he has the mind to talk when your pussy is gripping him like a vice.

Your hands have long fallen from his shoulders, settling in fisting at the sheets for some semblence of control of your autonomy. Yunho presses you deeper into the bed, angling your hips up to hit your sweet spot with aggravating precision. His hands wriggled further under your hips, lifting them off the bed as he pounded into you relentlessly. There’s a lazy smirk on his face as he drives you further into a pleasurable haze. Your only response to the onslaught of pleasure is your near pornographic moans.

Your orgasm is sudden, creeping up behind you and tangling itself around you. Your body pulls taut in your husband's hands, your mouth falling open as he manages to bury himself as deep as your body would allow. Yunho pressed his body flush to yours, but grumbled as he finally remembered the soft button-up he was still wearing. You blinked up at him lazily, giggling as you eyed the way he tugged at the buttons. Your hands covered his as you undid the buttons, albeit shakily. The action was so simple, so domestic, but that was all it took for Yunho to crack.

Yunho buried his face in your neck as he came, his cock pulsing as more and more seemed to come out of him. His hips don’t stop, though; in fact, they picked up speed again. He was relentless in how he fucked you. God knows how long you two went at it, but it’s safe to say your son is getting the little sibling they wanted.

[stellamarielu]

Stellaaaaaaaaa…. That new pic has killed me!

Jack Abbot in glasses and he’s all shy and embarrassed about it in front of his younger girlfriend bc he didn’t used to need glasses, it’s a sign he’s getting older and it reminds him of the age gap…

But his embarrassment doesn’t last long when she forces him to keep them on and watch her worship his old man cock and balls with her pretty young mouth

Ok I’m getting carried away, time to crawl back into my gutter!

IM SICK. Him laying next to you in bed…. with his glasses at the tip of his nose… yeahhh

Tossing and turning because you can’t sleep. Twisting over in bed to see Jack sitting up next to you, his back against the headboard with glasses at the end of his nose, silently reading in the dim light of the bedroom.

He could hear you rustling, eyes gazing to his right to find your face smushed against your pillow with heavy lids, watching him intently.

His glasses came off in one quick sweep.

Folding the arms of his readers one at a time, before swiftly placing them on his bedside table.

You'd seen him wear them before, mostly at night when he read, or sometimes he’d bring them out to look at something you were showing him on your phone, griping because “the font is so small, who the hell can even read that?”

He made it a point not to keep his glasses on for extensive periods of time when you were around. He made a joke once that they were his "old man glasses" and you wondered if Jack abbot— the confident and headstrong emergency department attending— maybe had a slight insecurity when it came to his age, especially in comparison with yours.

"Can't sleep?" His voice was low with a gentle scratch as he dog eared a page of his book before allowing it to rest on his lap.

You shook your head from side to side against the fluff of your pillow.

"Can't get comfy." The words were hollowed out by a sleepy rasp as you threw him your best over-exaggerated frown.

"Can I help?" It was a genuine inquiry, but the smirk on his lips gave away his true intentions. His hand slid across the sheets, finding your waist underneath the covers. But, before it could trail any further, you sat up slightly.

"That depends..." You began to respond with a smug grin of your own, leaning up on your elbow, reaching across his body to grab the glasses from his bedside table.

"you wanna put these back on?"

His eyes were glued to the readers in your hand, just sitting in your grasp as you held them out in front of him.

"My glasses?" There was a subtle laugh in his words as his brows knit together in confusion.

He didn't take them from your hand, just stared at them in amusement and disbelief.

You sat up further, taking the book from his lap and tossing it to the end of the bed, your body replacing its position as you straddled him, sitting back on his thighs.

"I like them." The tone of your voice was soft and slow as you took it upon yourself to place the readers back on the bridge of his nose.

"I think they're sexy."

"You're funny sweetheart." He was trying not to scoff as a shy grin stretched across his face, his head shaking subtly in disagreement.

"Don't believe me?" You shifted your weight, crawling down his body until your careful kisses found the skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

His hand moved, fingertips adjusting the glasses that were now sliding further down his nose as he watched you between his legs. You caught it out of the corner of your eye— his hand toying with his readers— and for a split second you thought he might take them off again.

"They stay on, or I stop." The threat sounded harmless as it purred into his lower abdomen, your fingers slowly pulling at his underwear.

He playfully raised his hands, surrendering to your command.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled as he spoke, but the sound of his voice was far raspier than it had been all night.

With hooded eyes hiding behind the black frames of his readers, he brought a hand down to tangle in your hair as you dragged his boxers down just enough to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

His head fell back, thumping against the headboard, as he made a mental note to start wearing his glasses a little bit more.

Your head bobbed at his hips as you took him deeper toward your throat, causing a muffled groan to break free from his chest.

Okay, maybe a lot more.

[mclqren]

THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; next part

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yourusername it's tough work being the hottest leclerc 🤷‍♀️

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user1 UGH SHE'S SO PERFECT

user2 my fav leclerc sibling!!

charles_leclerc the caption 🤔🤔

yourusername am i lying though?? 😘

arthur_leclerc i think you are!

yourusername i think it's just you (& charles) who think that!

landonorris so what's the crown for then?

yourusername because im a queen. i need no other reason 😊👑

landonorris self proclaimed queen or-?

yourusername im queen of the grid, now bow down, bitch!

alex_albon you don't even drive-???

yourusername stop it rn or i'll tell charles to ram into both of you on the track 😊❤️❤️

georgerussell who are the flowers from 🤨🤨

yourusername my man, who else?

georgerussell okay be honest now y/n...who are they from.

yourusername and if i told you ur girlfriend then what 🤷‍♀️

carmenmmundt only woman i need 😘😘

georgerussell WOAHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL GUYS

carlossainz55 loving the sunglasses, y/n! 😎😎

yourusername awww you type like such a dad but ur forgiven bc ur my fav ferrari driver 💗

charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??

yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!

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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)

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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING

user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!

yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷‍♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY

francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍

yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear

pierregasly huh?

yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘

francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x

yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY

landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

oscarpiastri how is she surviving??

yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷‍♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx

charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!

yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice ����

lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨

yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘

lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about

yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers

charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️

yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗

logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!

yourusername idk i just found them!!

yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd

user6 SO REAL FOR THIS

user7 outfitsss!! 😍

francisca.cgomes love you 😘

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗

landonorris what on earth were you drinking

yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum

alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌

yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate

pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking

yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you

pierregasly ☹️☹️

logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥

yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...

logansargeant clearly??

charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink

yourusername none of ur concern brother!

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC

user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N

yourusername live laugh love me!!

alex_albon is it now...

yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS

yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗

landonorris urm who told you that mate

yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you

georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie

yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘

pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

[adrixivy]

Imagine the Avengers have a shared album. It was an album that they all made so they can update on what they’re doing and it was all Peter’s suggestion so the team could bond more. Yet Peter changes it up one day by dumping pics of the Avengers from afar and they’re all looking up, wondering where the fuck is Peter taking the photos from.

Then Peter dumps 0.5 pics of Tony when he was sleeping or Tony simply allowed it because he was tired to say anything and it was the most ridiculously outrageous photos of Tony that Tony is immediately up from his chair in the lab and finding Peter, yelling about him deleting the photos.

Peter only does it when Tony hasn’t eaten a full meal or anything in a day or has not slept at all since he was busy overworking himself. And it always works.

Soon, the shared album that was previously about updates became a place to dump the most ridiculous photos of the Avengers or the shenanigans they do that it would be a PR nightmare for their PR team to manage(SHIELD is definitely their PR team even though Nick Fury is not paid enough for it)

Clint, dumping photos of Bucky and Steve on the couch together: *captioned ‘Look at this lovebirds!’*

Bucky checks his phone and is immediately showing Steve and the two glare at the vent at the left corner of the room where they hear distant giggles as Clint crawls away

Peter sending a photo of Tony and Stephen making out in the kitchen: *captioned ‘EW MR STARK GET A ROOM!’*

Tony pauses and pulls away from Stephen who frowns when he pulls his phone out. Tony gasped in horror and showed the phone to Stephen before spotting his son and immediately charging at him (“Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark, you get your tiny ass here right now!”) Stephen sighs and sends the cloak after his lover and son. Cloak wraps around Peter who screams for mercy and Tony grinned

Bruce sending a picture of Sam drinking a Caprisun: *Captioned ‘Peter I think that’s yours..’*

Peter suddenly appears and tackles Sam, screaming that it was his last one and the man now owns him a box. Sam is screaming back, saying ‘Get Stark to buy that, he has money!’ and the two is fighting till Steve pulls them apart

Natasha sends a photo of Clint surrounded by fire as he burns down their kitchen for the fifth time this month: *captioned ‘Guys he’s at it again’*

Tony immediately presses a button that shoots out foam that extinguishes the fire from the ceiling, covering Natasha and Clint in it. Natasha is fuming and Tony just realised he’s mistake and locked down his lab.

Rhodey sends a picture of Tony partying in his suit during that one party he did when he was dying. Tony is embarrassed of how idiotic he was. Peter is cackling before he’s immediately silenced by a glare from the older man

Tony starts to mess with Steve one day after he finds records of him in the past when he went through his father’s things. Tony sends a photo of Steve pre-super serum that he happened to find and Steve rolls his eyes and groans when Bucky laughs at him, making fun of the blonde (“The dwarf who was like ‘I can do this all day’ with a bleeding nose, HAH!”) The rest of the Avengers laugh, snicker or is genuinely surprised how skinny Steve actually was

Tony uploads a black and white video of Steve in the army in the past, seemingly forming a plan before the camera cuts to Bucky’s photo in a pocket watch as Steve checks the time. He quickly shuts the pocket watch and hides it. Bucky is slightly flustered and Steve is embarrassed. (“Tony where the hell are you getting this!”)

(⬆️Inspired by that one scene in Captain America: The First Avenger!)

I can picture Peter and Wanda sending edits of the Avengers they found on Tiktok to the album or videos they found online of the Avengers epic fails. Since they’re probably the only two who has Tiktok or scroll through social media and definitely wanted the Avengers to see this. Or simply any news that they find hilarious or the Avengers needed to know. Tony joins on the news because Friday always updates him

Wanda sending an edit of Natasha on TikTok: *Captioned ‘Look at this hot momma!’

Natasha is flattered, chuckling as she rewatches the edit and wondering where people got this clips from.

Peter sends a video titled ‘The Avengers Fails!’ which show Tony being thrown back to a signboard, Steve falling from a building with a yell, Thor being thrown back to the hulk which the hulk is angered by and he’s thrown again at a billboard, Wanda tripping over a step, Clint being dragged along in the air at the back of the Quinjet screaming, Bucky’s arm being thrown in Tony’s face, Rhodey and Tony crashing into each other, Stephen accidentally letting out an ancient monster and desperately trying to close it back up and finally Natasha’s gun being slapped away by a giant when she shoots it. The Avengers are immediately embarrassed and Friday plays the video to get their egos in check once a month. Peter has multiple compilations of fails online so he isn’t embarrassed. He believes it’s part of his spidey persona so he embraces it with open arms. The Avengers find it impossible to embarrass him when he’s Spiderman.

Tony sends an online magazine, specifically one page where it’s all about Steve. And his magnificent ‘America’s Ass’. Steve sighs and knows Tony has something to do with the magazine when he actually doesn’t. Bucky secretly downloads the page

[dollfacefantasy]

neglect kink with older leon???!!?!? like… you’re super horny whining and begging for his attention and he’s just. completely ignoring you. maybe he eventually lets you cockwarm him but he’s still ignoring you… the only way you know he’s enjoying this is because he’s still hard… no sounds or nothing. you’re so desperate for ANYTHING a kiss, a touch, literally any words at all but he’s just focused on his work!!! maybe daddy kink because everything needs daddy kink… maybe, like, you did something bad so this is your punishment… i don’t know… maybe he gives you the attention eventually or not!!!!

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: you've been bad, but you never seem to learn from spankings. leon has to try something new to remind you why you should be a good girl.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, cockwarming, masturbation, overstimulation, daddy kink, praise/degradation, age difference, dom/sub stuff (rules, punishment, etc.)

word count: 6.2k

a/n: you're so right, everything does need daddy kink <3 thank you for the request, love. i hope it's what you were wanting. i imagine post-DI leon for this so he's a bit older, but i just used DI for the pic. anyhow, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

Your deep breaths and soft whimpers had overtaken the quiet murmur of the tv in your bedroom. An old movie played on it, one you had seen time and time again. It no longer had your attention. Instead, you’re focusing on playing with the pulsing bud between your legs. Your fingers thrum back and forth over the sensitive spot, hips pushing down against the mattress as sparks fly in your belly.

Technically, you weren’t supposed to be doing this. It was one of the rules you agreed to when Leon had approached you with some things he wanted to try out for your sex life, just a small set of guidelines to play with. ‘No touching yourself without daddy’s permission' had been listed among others. He counted each one on his fingers as he did, and you nodded your head and looked up at him with your sweet set of eyes. The same set that now flutters with ecstasy as you played your forbidden game. But as long as he didn’t know, it was fine, right?

Your heels dig into the blankets beneath you while your breasts rise and sink with each inhale and exhale. You feel that hot sensation between your legs, the tightening cord, the boiling pleasure. You’re about to let it loose until you hear the front door open and shut, keys clatter on the table, and the familiar grunt Leon does when he slips his shoes off, using the tip of one on the heel of the other.

You nearly miss these little cues because of the rain clashing against your windows, but in a stroke of luck, you catch it all and tear your hand out of your shorts at light speed. Leon’s just walking into the bedroom as you drape the blanket over yourself. Shifting around a little to get comfy, you then gaze up at him, putting some tenderness into your eyes in hopes of throwing him off your scent.

As he gets closer, you take in his appearance. Little droplets of water on the shoulders of his jacket from the rain outside. Shiny hair fresh from the shower he took this morning, shaggy bangs hanging down into his face. Tired glaze over his eyes, work must not have been a walk in the park. 

Once he approaches you, he raises his eyebrows, and for a second, you’re sure you’ve been found out. But all he does is sit next to you on the edge of the bed and run a hand over your head. His eyes fixate on you as if he’s studying your features. Your heart pounds, waiting to hear the words belt, over my knee, or sore & stinging leave his lips, but they don’t.

“Been having a nice day, baby?” he asks you, petting your head a few more times.

“Mhm,” you respond. Innocent enough.

“That’s good. What have you been doing?” he asks. Oh fuck.

“Um, just watching a movie,” you answer.

“Yeah? That all?” he continues. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Pretty much. It’s all rainy out. Don’t really feel like getting out of bed,” you say with a casual shrug.

He nods. It seems like an approving gesture, but you could swear there’s a little knowing glint in his eyes. Maybe that’s just your imagination. Hopefully, that’s just your imagination.

“Alright. I gotta go finish up some work for a while, just wanted to check on you first. Keep being a good girl for me,” he tells you. He gives you a small pat on the ass before getting up and walking out of the room as quickly as he had entered.

Your body relaxes, and your pulse descends to normal levels. Maybe you did pull it off. Heist of the century in your book. You settle in to truly just pay attention to the tv for now, but it’s not as simple as it should be when you’re still so pent up. You’d just breached the threshold of release, before you were torn out and back to reality. You could feel the slick that had gathered between your legs, the ache in your clit calling out to your fingers.

The thought of continuing does cross your mind. It would be so easy. Without any suspicion on you, all you would have to do is clamp a hand over your mouth and rub slower so the bed didn't creak. Plus, when he went in his office, he usually worked until the evening anyway. You could cum and be done with it before he had the slightest idea.

No, no, no. You told him you’d be a good girl. You wouldn’t wanna break daddy’s heart by being bad, right? No, you wanted to make him proud. You resign to wait until he wants to play with you. He always did; you can’t recall a night he left you wanting. So you lay on your side, eyes focused on the blue-tinted screen across the room, and keep it together.

But hours go by. And then more hours go by. You keep yourself occupied, marathoning nearly an entire franchise of movies, eating, going on your phone. But none of it fills the Leon-shaped void inside you.

This was the longest he’d ever been in that office. He never worked in there into the night. He always told you that he tried to spend as little time in there as possible. That’s time that could be spent with his good girl, that’s what he told you. Only you hadn’t been a good girl today.

You shake your head, and tell the stupid little voice inside to zip it. He seemed tired, remember? This is probably just an extension of that. He knew he’d have to come home and be in his office all day. It was all a coincidence, this whole thing. There was literally no way he could know what you’d been doing. But daddy knows you better than you know yourself.

Oh god. This was like some form of torture, you’re sure of it. Self-inflicted, or was it really? He was the one who’d made you this way. Whatever. Enough was enough. There was no reason to be paranoid. You could literally just go ask him. Sort this out and soothe your anxiety, so you can go back to waiting patiently like the good girl that you are.

Pushing the covers to the side, you slide out of bed and head down the hall to his office as thunder crackles outside. A gentle push on one of the French doors leads you into the room you rarely entered. Despite that, you liked it in here. Leon’s desk faced away from the door, towards the window that looked out onto the street. The curtains were drawn now, brown fringe overlapping with the spare cushions on the window seat below it. Some bookshelves lined the walls perpendicular to his desk, though you never had the time to actually check their contents.

You walk a few paces into the room. Your eyes cast over to him. He doesn’t even look like he’s doing much for someone working into the night, but who are you to judge? You step over a crinkle in the rug to stand in front of his desk. Your hands rest on the hardwood as you gaze at him over the monitor of his computer.

“Hi,” you say simply.

He nods. A movement so vague that he could’ve told you his head twitched, and you’d believe him.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask.

“Work.”

You stare at him for a moment. Sure, he wasn’t normally super chatty, but he also wasn’t usually so clipped. He knows.

“How’s it going?” you say.

You’re met with a shrug. You have to up your efforts.

Circling around his desk, you position yourself behind him and wrap your arms over his shoulders. You drag your nose against his cheek like an affectionate kitten and kiss the skin a few times.

“How much longer you gonna be in here?” you ask. Your voice remains gentle and undemanding.

“A while,” he grunts. The clacking of the keyboards starts up again, and his eyes remain locked on the documents in front of him.

“But you’ve been in here for hours,” you point out and feign a pout.

“And I’ll be in here for even more if you keep bothering me,” he says with a little gesture that wasn’t fully shrugging you off but at the same time was shrugging you off.

Ouch. Your pout was no longer feigned. You stand up straight and walk back to where you stood originally. He still doesn’t spare you even the smallest of glances.

“Can I stay in here with you?” you ask hesitantly.

“If you want to,” he says. Wow. Not that he wanted you to, no. If you wanted to. Sure, people could call you sensitive for being upset about that, you don’t care. You’re tempted to leave with a huff, slamming the door behind you, but now you’re even more curious if he was aware of your illicit afternoon activities. You kinda hope he is at this point because at least that would give a reason for his icy attitude.

You walk over to the one other chair in the room. Yeah, there was the window seat, but as pretty as you’d made it for him, decorating it with little throw pillows and cute coverings, it wasn’t very comfortable. You plop down on the corduroy cushioning of the beaten-up seat in the corner. with a sigh. Bringing your legs up over the armrest, you lean back against the opposite one and scan the room out of boredom. Your feet swing back and forth absentmindedly as you puff breaths of disinterest from between your lips.

You really try to give him time to finish, but it feels like he’s taking actual eternity. Also, it sounds like he’s barely doing anything, and now you are going to judge because he’s cutting into your precious personal time with him. You stare at him for several minutes, keeping your eyes locked on his face. Unlike any normal person who’d get uncomfortable, he just continues “working.” Finally, you crack.

“How’s it going?” you ask.

No response.

“Are you almost done?” you try again.

Nothing.

Your eyes darken, your frown growing. “Leonnnnn,” you whine.

And still absolutely nothing. You have one more weapon in your arsenal. If this doesn’t work, you know you’ll just have to pack it up for the night.

“Daddy…” you whimper, using the softest voice you could manage, the one that always shot right through him. You jut your bottom lip out a bit more and put that pleading in your eyes. After this, all you have is literal tears, and you’re hoping it doesn’t go to that point.

Leon knows this, and he doesn’t want it to get that far either. He finally spins his chair in your direction. His eyes land on your face. He has to repress the smirk rising to his face over your neediness.

“Funny how that name seems to always slip out most when you want something,” he replies.

At least he wasn’t ignoring you anymore. “All I want is your attention…” you say, keeping up your sweet performance.

“Oh yeah?” he taunts, “Tell me, baby. Were you thinking of daddy today when you were home alone?”

Your eyes dart away from his face, but you force them back. You couldn’t blow this by being too obvious, so you respond with a simple nod.

“I thought so, princess. What else would have had you so riled up today when I came home? It wouldn’t be because you were breaking one of your rules, would it?” he asks. His tone was obviously leading. He knew. You were so desperate for him though that at this point you were starting to think a spanking wouldn’t be that bad. At least it was some form of physical contact to sate you.

“I wasn’t riled up earlier,” you say quietly with a little shrug.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re not lying are you? Cause that’s another rule. Two broken rules in one day. That wounds me, babydoll,” he says.

“I’m not breaking any rules. I’m being honest,” you say.

“So you being all squirmy, hot skin, heavy breathing; that wasn’t you being riled up? Is daddy imagining things now? Do I not know what my girl looks like when she’s aching for me?” he asks, “What she looks like when she’s been trying to solve her little problem herself?”

Finally, he unveils his reasoning. You freeze and stare at him, trying to think of what to say. Even though you wanted attention, there was still that innate part of you that hated being in trouble. You’d much rather be perched on his lap to be loved on like the precious thing you were.

“I don’t know what you mean,” is your weak attempt at an excuse. He laughs and leans back in his chair, the old springs creaking with his motion.

“Did you put your fingers inside or just play with that pretty little clit?” he asks, eyes boring into you as he goes for the kill.

“Just my clit…” you mumble and look down.

Shaking his head again, he turns back to his computer. You watch him, expecting him to start in on you again. To lecture you about your impatience. Tease you about your borderline pathetic need for him. Take you over his knee and crack you on the ass while making you repeat each of your rules back to him.

But none of this happens. Instead, this man just goes back to straight up ignoring you. Your jaw drops and a confused whine comes from your throat. “Daddy, c’mon. I’m sorry,” you say.

He resumes typing, fingers gliding over the keys and eyes fixed on the little words appearing in front of him. You groan in frustration and sink back against the brown ribbed fabric of your chair. You glare at him from your place, trying to telepathically will him into entertaining you again. You must be lacking in mental communication though because he doesn’t change what he’s doing at all. One of your thighs crosses over the other, unintentionally giving your pussy a little friction.

That’s what made this all the more frustrating, you were still unsatisfied from earlier. You should’ve just made yourself cum like you wanted. You’d be in trouble either way. You could only hope he’d take it easy on you now for having chosen the former.

Different scenarios run through your head for how you want to play this. A spectrum of possibilities lies in front of you. On one end, you could just leave. Keep whatever dignity you had left, cut your losses, and go to bed. On the other, you could be over the top. Hop in his lap and smother him with a flurry of kisses before he could object. Either one would probably only earn you more punishment, so you try to think of a middle ground. A way to continue the game.

As you think, your right hand lazily runs up and down your chest. Your middle finger coasts over the area spanning from the valley between your breasts to your navel. Taking your lip between your teeth, you decide to start here. Your fingers move to your tits and round your nipples. The buds harden into small peaks beneath your shirt. You pinch and pull at them gently, and your cunt flutters in response to the teasing. You shift your hips up before shimmying your shorts off and letting them drop to the ground beside your chair.

You reposition yourself next to sit properly in the chair. Your heels come to rest on the plush cushion as you spread your legs and expose your damp panties to him. Not that he bothered to look.

Now your fingers moved down there. They pet your most sensitive area over the thin, wet cloth. Your breath hitches as your fingertips brush over your clit. You press down a little harder and make a soft breathy whine. His eyes flit in your direction, but they don’t linger. Take what you can get, you guess.

You slide your digits back down and massage your dripping entrance. The fabric becomes more wet as you rub it on your slick folds. Your middle and ring finger move in tandem to stoke the flames down there and to ensure the fabric is completely soaked. Once that mission is accomplished, you lift your hips for the second time to remove this garment. Only you don’t drop it to the floor. This time you toss them in his direction, landing them on his desk, lace half covering one of his wrists, half covering a section of his keyboard.

The sound of typing halts, putting the room into silence, spare the raindrops splatting against the window. His eyes remain stern and not on you. Without even looking down, he wads the panties up and shoves them in his pocket. The sound of typing resumes.

“Daddy,” you huff, “I got ‘em all wet just for you.”

He still doesn’t acknowledge you. You let out a growl of sorts and narrow your eyes at him. Your fingers slip through your arousal coating your center. You pay more attention to your clit now that it’s exposed.

“I just missed you so much today. I couldn’t help it,” you reason.

You whimper and squirm in your chair as you start rubbing faster. Your eyes are still locked on him, watching for the slightest crack in his resolve. So far there are none. You continue toying with yourself.

“I was thinking of you the whole time,” you whimper, “That should count for something. I was imagining your hands and your eyes looking down at me. I was pretending I could hear your voice.”

He remains unaffected. Your head tilts back against the plush cushioning as your hips rock in place. You mewl softly which soon turns into a long, drawn-out whine. Finally, he shifts in his seat a little, and you know right away it’s cause he’s starting to get hard.

“I just love you so much, daddy. Can’t control myself when you’re not around,” you say, further chipping away at the little dent in his stoic facade.

Your moans increase in volume as does the slippery sounds coming from your fingers moving through your slick. That feeling from this afternoon is starting to come back. Pleasure builds in your abdomen, one piece stacking on top of the other. You’re shaking more, voice getting less even with each little cry of joy. He finally turns to look at you when you start doing that thing you do when you’re about to cum, the ultra-specific puff of your chest that rolls through your abdomen to your hips. His eyes capture yours, unamused with your antics.

“If you cum right now, a spanking is the only kind of attention you’ll be getting until you learn some self-control,” he tells you.

In an instant, your fingers sputter to a stop. Your mind bounces back and forth on what to do like a metronome. But as always, your craving for Leon’s approval wins out over every other option. You remove your hand from between your legs and even sit up, closing your thighs. Maybe now, he’ll see you’re being good and cut you some slack.

Yeah, right.

He goes back to his computer. Again. You’re about to lose your mind or explode, you aren’t sure which will come first. Standing from the chair, you start walking to his desk. He still didn’t look at you! How rude, you’d think that the touching yourself rule was his favorite or something even though you knew it wasn’t. That title belonged to the rule that let him pick your outfit whenever the two of you went out.

A few paces in his direction, and you’re back right where you started. Arms looped over his shoulders, nuzzling your face against his cheek, and kissing the side of his head. “I said I’m sorry daddy,” you say softly, “I’m really really really really sorry. I know I was a bad girl, but only for that.”

He grunts and scoots closer to his desk, away from your embrace. A noise of exasperation leaves you, and without thinking, you roll the chair back a couple inches and embrace him again, only tighter. A grin rises on your face when you see the bulge that had formed in his lap.

“Pretty please? I’ll take whatever punishment. I don’t want daddy to be mad at me anymore,” you plead and give him some more pecks on the cheek. You knew you probably looked ridiculous, pantless and visibly horny, but that wasn’t a true concern at this moment in time.

“Go to bed,” he states simply, “I’ll deal with you later.”

That wasn’t good enough. You wanted him now.

“Daddy,” you whine, stretching out the last syllable. You lower yourself to your knees and slink down in front of his chair. “C’mon, I said it like a million billion trillion times. Can’t we just kiss and make up?”

He stares down at you, not impressed with your show of submission. He was playing harder than usual. He knew that wouldn’t deter you though. You squish your cheek against his thighs as your hands creep up his legs.

“Do I have to make a special apology?” you ask, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

He pushes your hands away as they reach his thighs. “Quit it,” he growls, “Let me finish my work and maybe we can work something out.”

But you don’t quit it. You move yourself closer to one of his legs, preparing to put on a little show for him if need be. Your eyes don’t quit and neither does the pleading expression on your mouth.

“But I need my daddy now,” you huff, “I-”

And that’s it. You’re cut off by Leon reaching down and yanking you into his lap.

“Such a fuckin’ brat,” he grunts, “Ready to hump my leg like a bitch in heat cause I don’t give you attention for a couple hours.”

You squirm a bit as his hands rub up and down your sides and squeeze your hips. He stills you with a firm slap to your ass. Both of your eyes gaze into the others, the small spheres swirling with arousal, annoyance, and adoration.

“I just missed you. I would’ve left you alone if you weren’t so mean to me,” you point out.

“Who says I have to be nice to you? You don’t get to decide when you wanna listen based on that,” he says and pulls you to his chest. You lean in against the muscular expanse while his hand snakes between the two of you to get at his button and zipper. “Your job is being a good girl. Not just when you feel like it. Not only when daddy’s giving you kisses and calling you pretty. The only time you stop is when I say, and that didn’t happen today did it? Am I imagining things again?”

“No,” you agree reluctantly, “But I-”

“Cut your yapping out. I’ve heard enough. Give me some quiet or I’ll put those panties to good use,” he threatens.

As your lips fall shut, you hear the tug of his zipper and feel him shift as he takes himself out. Now you’re really quiet, more from anticipation than obedience.

“Now I’m gonna let you sit on my cock, but that’s it. No squirming, no ‘getting comfy,’ no whining, no ‘but daddy.’ You act up too much, and I’m truly sending your ass to bed for the night.”

You look up at him and nod, not even speaking because you didn’t want to cut your chances at dick off before they started.

“Good,” he says.

One of his hands helps elevate you so that he can position his length underneath you. The tip slips through your folds, already soaked from your prior escapades. He doesn’t tease too much, wasn’t interested in hearing you beg right now. He’d heard enough of that for tonight. He pushes you down onto it. His mouth twitches, and he sucks in a deep breath as he feels the warmth of your walls engulf his cock.

You slide all the way down with ease. Looking back at his face again, you feel the insatiable urge to give him a little kiss. If you did that though, would that be one of the things you aren’t supposed to be doing?

“Daddy… can I have a little kiss first?” you ask.

He merely shoots you a look that tells you don’t push it.

With a final look of defeat, you nestle yourself against his chest, head on his shoulder so you can look up at his face. He was so focused. If you didn’t know you were here, you never would suspect he’d be up to this level of multitasking.

You let out a sigh. It was nice being full, but you still yearned for more. You were really trying to be good though, so there wasn’t much for you to do. Minutes tick by as you try in earnest to think of a potential solution. To make matters worse, at a certain point, after you’d been on his dick for a while, his hand starts roaming your back. A soothing touch that made your walls flutter around him. He knew it would too, you could tell from that little smirk on his face.

Trying to focus on the positives, you mentally study every feature of his cock that you can feel. It’s so deep, he’s resting right against the spot that could drive you wild when properly battered. It pulsed rhythmically, twitching slightly when your muscles would contract or release around his shaft.

You’re actually doing better than expected, letting your mind wander. But then, he’s the one to move a bit under the guise of necessary readjustment. The whimper that falls from your lips is inevitable. He shushes you, and you mutter an apology, but that simple movement was enough to reignite the fire in your belly.

You bite your lip, the neediness in your eyes intensifying. “Daddy?” you whisper, testing the waters.

Nothing.

So he had gone back to this? Not if you could help it. You don’t bother speaking again. Instead, you move the tiniest bit, rolling your hips as you act like you’re shifting to alleviate a cramp. To your shock, he doesn’t say anything, just shifts his hips a bit in return.

You glance up hopefully. Maybe he was going to ease up, but he just didn’t want to verbally admit it. You move a little more, but this time, you’re a bit too zealous in your attempt. His hands grab your hips and dig into your flesh, keeping you in place.

You’re so pent up and frustrated. Your forehead thuds back onto his shoulder. “Ple-”

“What did I say?” he asks.

“But da-”

“What did I say?” he asks again and tightens his grip.

“I just wanna cum,” you whimper, “It hurts, been achy all day.”

“Oh it hurts, does it?” he mocks. He jerks your hips to give you some fleeting friction while maintaining his control. “What is it about today that’s making it so hard for you to listen?”

“I-” you start to defend yourself out of instinct but can’t actually come up with anything. “I don’t know.”

“That’s right you don’t. So quit acting like you do. You think with that slutty little pussy, and then act like you don’t need daddy to make the decisions. It’s a little disappointing, babydoll,” he scolds.

Your eyes flicker with every stage of grief as he says this. That’s literally the worst thing he could say. He could call you any name in the book and you’d brush it off with an eyeroll or a “hmph.” But disappointing? That was evil. That word could worm its way into your heart and weigh on you for days.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly in a desperate attempt to remedy, “I just… I’m so pent up. Can’t think with my head when my pussy keeps distracting me.”

“Oh, poor baby,” he mocks with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“That’s why I have to cum,” you plead, “I need it. It’s not even the same when I do it. I should’ve just waited. I’m sorry.”

“You need it?” he repeats, “So fuckin’ spoiled. I give you some dick even when you don’t deserve it, and it’s still not enough. I gotta train some gratitude into you next.”

“You’re the one who spoils me,” you pout.

“Oh, so it’s all my fault? So you’re saying I shouldn’t be so easy on you, huh?” he challenges.

You shake your head as fast as humanly possible, now set on backtracking your fuck up. But it was too late. “No, I was just sayi-” you start before he cuts you off yet again.

“And just when I was about to start fucking you too? That’s a damn shame,” he says.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head more. This had gone from a slight improvement to a downward spiral.

“I mean, why would I bother now? All you care about is getting to cum. Don’t care about all the work daddy puts in to make you feel good the entire time,” he taunts, “If that’s the case, then go ahead. Cum. Take what you want, but don’t you dare move those hips.”

Your look of anguish evolves into that of confusion. You don’t really want to question him right now, but you’re unsure of how you’re supposed to follow that command. “I can’t…” you say softly.

“Why not?” he asks.

“Not enough,” you answer.

“Then make it enough,” he growls, “You were having so much fun today with those fingers. They don’t work anymore?”

Oh. Your face feels hot as the realization dawns on you. You shyly bring your hand to your center and awkwardly fumble with your clit. You look at him, silently begging to ride him.

“You can do better than that,” he responds, “You were putting on such a show earlier, so don’t act like you need my help all the sudden.”

Shamefully, your fingers pick up some speed. You whimper as the pads of your digits rub over a sensitive spot. The whole time he’s still inside you. It felt kind of weird, but still good. You weren’t going to complain. Your upper body twitches a bit, but he holds you straight up, making sure you're looking at him while you work.

“That’s it. How’s it feeling, baby? Is it as good as when daddy does it?” he taunts.

“No…” you whimper, “It’s ok.”

“Aw, well, it’s gonna have to be good enough for now because it’s the only way you’re cumming.”

You groan and whine at the statement. It was the truth, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear it. You start circling faster and flicking your hand with more urgency. Your head falls back at the sensations as a breathy moan floats from your lips. He squeezes your hips again as you tighten around his cock from the euphoria you brought yourself.

“Look at that. Think you’re gonna be able to cum all by yourself?” he teases.

You nod. Your hips rock involuntarily as the pleasure ramps up, but his grip keeps you stationary. Little gasps like the ones from earlier when you were in the chair escape you. Your fingers move almost like they’re automated.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please can I finish?” you whimper, “Wanna cum so bad, daddy, please?”

“I already gave you permission, baby. Guess you really wanna show me how good you actually are,” he chuckles.

You can’t even say anything back before the switch flips inside you and release tears through you. Your back stiffens up and a strangled rope of moans come out of you. Your hips jerk harder than before, giving you brief brushes with the head of his cock. He sighs contentedly as you flutter around his cock and provide him with a muted sense of bliss.

You’re still riding it out when his hands are no longer just holding you, but rather, beginning to bounce you. You feel it in your cunt before your brain even catches up with the general motion of your body. It’s because you’re still so sensitive. The tingly stab pulling a quiet shriek from you.

“Daddy, gimme a break,” you whine.

“What? Daddy doesn’t deserve to finish too? Is that what you think? You just get to have your fun, and leave me to deal with it. That’s not how it works, princess,” he says.

“I’m not- I didn’t… I just can’t… it’s too much,” you struggle to get out between the whimpers coming from you. He keeps bouncing you, groaning as that hushed ecstasy blossoms into an encompassing euphoria. The noises of him sliding in and out are nearly louder than all the whining and moaning you’re doing.

“You can take it,” he grunts, “I’ll say when you’ve had enough.”

You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as his hips start to meet your hips guided by his hands. A deep groan rumbles in his chest as your cunt’s constant contracting massages his length. After a while, it feels like you’re almost numb down there. The fire still rages in your belly, but your actual pussy has been beaten into submission by your boyfriend’s cock. He watches your face as he moves you, relishing the way your eyes are getting glossy with a cocktail of tears, both of overstimulation and relief.

“So pretty for me, sweetheart. Gonna be even prettier when you cum again all over my dick and milk me dry,” he grunts.

“Uh huh,” you moan without thinking, head wildly falling back and forth in what’s supposed to be a nod.

Soon enough, his chest and belly are tightening up. He knows the end is near and pistons into your cunt extra hard for the finale. You wail and grip his biceps for support as you explode. You didn’t ask to cum this time, but being so close to his own release, he couldn’t really find it to care.

He keeps going through your orgasm, practically making you sob in pleasure. You feel impossibly tight, warm, and wet. And when he sees how your precious face is getting tight too, scrunching up as you reach the peak of the peak, he can’t hold it off.

His fingers dig into your hips so hard that you feel like the future bruises are already there. Your eyes are rolled back in advance as he fires his cum deep inside you. A goofy smile graces his features as he pumps it in, enjoying the waves of pleasure that wash over him throughout. And the whole time you’re pulsing away through your own release. 

You look even dumber than he does, silly smile not just on your lips, but visible in your eyes too. You’re whimpering, extra whiny and a higher pitch. He rubs your skin to remind you he’s right there. He can see your head coming back to reality as the whirlpool of ecstasy subsides.

“Oh that’s it, there’s my good girl,” he coos as you finally reach the end of the high. His hand rubs your back in long, even strokes. “So proud of you, sunshine.”

A dreamy, self-satisfied grin comes across your face. His words were the best drugs while you were in this state, and the tone of his voice only made them that much more addictive.

“Such a good girl,” he repeats, “Now how ‘bout you give daddy a kiss.”

Eagerly you boost yourself towards his lips to connect in a hazy smooch. You’re a bit sloppy with it, but he expected that and found it cute. Of course you were dizzy. He just fucked you stupid. Once you pull away, he strokes your hair and smiles at your blissed out face.

“Aw, cutie. Looks like it’s time for you to head to bed,” he says as his fingers move to rub your cheek.

“You too. I wanna cuddle,” you say, locking your arms around him.

“Mhm, I’ll be right behind you. I gotta finish up the last of this. Now that I don’t have you distracting me, it should only take about fifteen minutes,” he teases.

“That’s like a million years, and I already had to wait all day,” you sigh dramatically.

“Then I’m sure you can handle a few more minutes,” he says and rubs his nose against yours, “Don’t start getting mouthy with me, little love. I still have those panties I can easily turn into a gag.”

With a playful glare, you get up on wobbly legs to make your exit, dizzy smile still plastered on your face. You start to stumble to the door when he calls out to you.

“Wow princess, not even going to say good night to daddy? I expected better from my baby,” he chides teasingly.

You roll your eyes while smiling and return to him to smack one final big kiss on his lips. “Night daddy,” you say with a small giggle.

He smirks at your clear happiness. As you turn to leave, he swats your ass. “I’ll be right there. Bet you’ll already be passed out by the time I get there,” he says as his fingers start working the keyboard again.

“I’ll be dreaming of you though,” you tease before going out the doors and down the hall to your bed.

[hana-no-seiiki]

MAKIMA SENSEI , MAKIMA SENSEI ! (1/3)

YANDERE! SATORU GOJO x MAKIMA! READER

(found these ai pics in pinterest. i n e e d e d to steal and write about it) (Makima is reader’s last name)

“Gojo-sensei! Gojo-sensei! What’s Makima-sensei like?” Yuji questioned as he kicked the air. “She must be special if she’s. . . what’s that called again. . ? A special grade?”

“Annoyingly hot.” Nanami chimed in.

“I believe my student was asking me.”

“We all know you hate Makima-san.” Nanami rolled his eyes. It was a well known fact that Satoru would go completely insane every you two were in the same vicinity. You had him on a tight leash. Even moreso than the elders.

“Hey hey! Not at all. If anything it’s the other way around. [N/N] hates me.”

“Though, if I had to pick a word. . .”

“Satoru. You have to bow.”

“Why should I? I’m the strongest! She’s just a ki—“ He complained. As if he wasn’t just a few years older than you.

Yet, his disobedient nigh petulant character was what made your head turn and finally lay your deathly beautiful gaze upon him.

He was instantly taken aback. If Satoru had to say, it wasn’t love or even anything positive. It was fear at first sight.

“犬” You pointed at him.

“What—“ He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He grew up being drowned in praises. Yet here you were insulting him, degrading him. Breathtaking eyes aside, who the hell did you think you were? More importantly who did you think he was?

“Bow.” You flicked your finger down. And even with his infinity on Satoru experiencd his head slamming (painlessly) unto the floor.

His head reluctantly remained on the ground as he heard shuffling around him.

“M-m-ma–“ His attendant shrieked at the display. Stuttering as she attempted to beg you for forgiveness and mercy.

Although she knew Satoru could hold his own against you, a fight between your clan and his would most likely end in devastation. She had to stop you —

Your hand was already on his head by the time she came to her senses.

“Wait—“ She screamed. A war. A war would begin and it would be all her fault —

Your hands moved back and forth as you spoke in a lulling voice that Satoru’s mind held for the rest of eternity.

“Good boy.”

[Color] hair in view, Yuji instantly felt Sukuna’s presence in his veins — understanding in a moment what his new sensei was like.

Breathless, Satoru Gojo muttered in a daze, “Unforgettable.”

[yungistiny]

Selfish Waltz ═ chapter eight

[ J. YH + S. MG ]

chapter eight: I want this

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summary: yunho had been in love with y/n since he was sixteen, not mustering up the courage to tell her until seven years later, seven years too late because his best friend just beat him to the punch.

warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration, big dick yungi, size kink, choking, spanking, just lots of smut

pairings: yungi x afab reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, romance, polyamory

word count: 2.4k

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“I want this.”

Yunho once again crashed his lips to y/n. Much more hungry this time, passion and desire filling it as he delved his tongue into her mouth when she moaned.

Mingi found himself loving the sight of them together. The two people he cared about most. The two people he loved most.

“Y/N, you in here?”

The door opened, Yunho and Mingi both jumping and distancing themselves from y/n who was panting breathlessly as Wooyoung poked his head in around the gap in the door.

“Mom is looking for you.” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at them, noticing the way Mingi was turning his back to him, readjusting himself in his pants. Yunho cleared his throat, grabbing the bottle of wine back up.

“Oh…” Y/N felt as if her heart was about to beat outside of her chest. “I’m coming.” She grabbed her discarded scarf back up off the chair in the side of the room where Mingi had tossed it.

She wrapped it back around herself, concealing the markings there and walked past Wooyoung who lingered in the doorway for a moment longer. “You two double stufferes better not break my sister.”

Yunho choked, the wine that he had been drinking, dripping out of his mouth at Wooyoung’s words, Mingi snickering and flipping Wooyoung off as he used his other hand to pat Yunho on the back.

“Let’s go.” Mingi had the biggest smile on his face, adjusting himself in his pants before they made their way back downstairs, Yunho’s mom stopping them, telling Mingi that he has to join her sons and herself on their new weekly luncheon. Mingi had always been like another son to the Jeong family.

“There she is.” Yunho spoted y/n first, Wooyoung’s mom had her, Wooyoung and their older and younger brother together for a family photo.

“Oh!” Wooyoung’s mom clapped her hands excitedly. “We should do one with your partners!”

“Oh,” Wooyoung grinned at his sister, smirking actually. “which one will you choose?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Wooyoung, spotting Mingi and Yunho both watching her and made her way over to them. “Mom wants to take pics with our partners.” She reached for Mingi’s hand, her smaller hand and fingers interlocking with his much larger one.

Yunho felt a tug in his chest, a deflation in his heart at not being included. Was that how it would be? He would just be the best friend in public?

“Yunho?”

He blinked, staring at Mingi and y/n, y/n holding her other hand out towards him. “What?”

“Are you coming?” Y/N grabbed his hand, interlocking her fingers with his own just like she did with Mingi. Yunho looked down at their intertwined hands. “Everyone will know….”

“And?” Mingi arched a brow, shrugging. Y/N pulled Mingi slightly with her as she moved closer to Yunho, looking up at him through her lashes and Mingi snorted as he could literally see Yunho fold and give in the second he looked down at her.

“You’re both mine now.”

Mingi smirked at her words, Yunho’s gaze darkening. Both of them loving the way she claimed them.

“Are you three coming or not?” Wooyoung grabbed everyone’s attention, a grin on his face when his parents and Yunho’s followed his gaze.

“Well now everyone knows.” Mingi quickly avoided y/n dad’s hard stare. Yunho and Mingi allowed y/n to drag them over, her stepmother giving her a shocked but not surprised look.

Wooyoung grinned at them as Yunho and Mingi stood behind him, y/n standing beside himself, elbowing him in the side. Wooyoung hissed and pouted at her.

Jongho slapped Yeosang on the arm from where they stood watching them. “Pay up! I told you they were all three together!” Yeosang rolled his eyes, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

“We’re gonna go.” Y/N hugged her stepmother who was giving her a knowing look, eyebrow arched, looking too much like Wooyoung. “Mom, don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” Wooyoung’s mother gave her the exact same devious smile Wooyoung had before kissing her stepdaughter on the cheek and moving towards her eldest son and new daughter in law.

Mingi and Yunho were both quick to try and dart towards y/n, almost colliding with her dad when he stepped in their way. Both of them froze, postures stiff and eyes wide. “Treating her right and best behaviors, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Both Yunho and Mingi replied in unison, letting out breaths they didn’t know they were holding. “Come on,” Yunho grabbed y/n hand. “before my parents stop us next.”

Y/N let Yunho lead her out of the house, Mingi right behind them. “Here.” Mingi reached into his pocket, pulling out Yunhos keys. “You drove my jeep?” Yunho grabbed his keys, eying Mingi who was wrapping his arms around y/n from behind, kissing her jaw. He was beyond horny, especially after going an entire week without sex.

Mingi didn’t even get to make up for lost time last night considering y/n was worrying about Yunho all night until she finally, after Mingi convinced her, took some melatonin and passed out. Her stress was making his anxiety sky rocket. “I didn’t.” He nuzzled his face into y/n scarf, inhaling her scent before looking back up at Yunho. “She did.”

Yunho sighed in relief. Mingi couldn’t drive for shit. “You really think I’d let him drive?” Y/N teased causing Mingi to pout. “I’m not that bad.” He was arguing a losing battle.

Yunho unlocked his jeep, climbing into the drivers side. His hand gripped the steering wheel and as he put the key into the ignition, it hit him. Y/N was finally his. Theirs. He was going to fuck her…. with Mingi.

“Hold on…” Mingi opened the passenger door, getting into the seat and Yunho was thankful his windows were slightly tinted because Mingi situated y/n in his lap instead of her or him getting into the backseat.

“You know…” Mingi wrapped an arm around y/n, her ass digging into his growing bulge in his pants. “last time I had you in my lap like this….” he pulled her scarf off, tossing it into the backseat.

“Is how we ended up here…” y/n bit her lip, just like the first time, grinding her ass against his crotch garnering a deep moan from Mingi.

“Ok,” Yunho pulled his jeep out onto the road, glancing briefly towards the two in his passenger seat. “you can’t do that while I’m trying to drive.”

Mingi smirked at him. “You know… when I told you how we got together…. I didn’t give you details.” He slipped the hand that wasn’t apart of the arm holding y/n to rest on her thigh, gliding it up and under her dress.

Y/N breath hitched when Mingi used a finger to slip inside her panties and glide it between her folds, she was already so damn wet. “Fuck, Yunho, she’s fucking soaking.” Mingi moaned, slipping his finger inside her, thumb now rubbing her clit through her panties.

Did he want him to fucking crash? Yunho’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when a moan escaped y/n. “I almost took her right there on the couch…” Mingi pushed a second finger inside her, curving them as y/n tried to hump against his hand.

“Mingi.” Yunho’s voice was deep, gruff and holding a warning to his best friend to shut up. His dick was growing painfully hard in his pants, his brothers pants that were already tight on his larger build.

“You should have seen the way she dropped to her knees…” Mingi brought the arm that was wrapped around y/n middle up, hand wrapping around her throat as he started pumping his fingers in her fast, the lewd noises from y/n wetness and the thrusting of now three of Mingi’s fingers, echoed loudly in the jeep. Even the music on the radio couldn’t drown it out.

“The way she swallowed my whole dick in one go…” Mingi ignored Yunho, he could tell y/n was close by the way her walls were clenching around his fingers and the way her moans had turned into whimpering cries. “Did you fuck her in front of my mirror?”

Yunho blinked, jaw clenched. “What?” His gaze was focused on the traffic and the road but his mind was completely hazed over by y/n being a fucked out mess already. “I said,” Mingi reached over, hand grabbing his best friend’s free one, the one that had been balled into a fist on his leg while gripping the steering wheel with the other.

“Fuck….” Yunho was gonna have to make Mingi pay. His best friend had guided his hand to y/n clit, y/n dress now pushed up to her stomach from their touches. Mingi encouraged him to work her aching bundle of nerves while he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

“Did you fuck her in front of my mirror?” Mingi repeated, a whimper leaving him due to the friction from y/n trying to meet the thrust of his fingers, he could feel the precum staining his pants.

All sensible thinking had left Yunho the second his hand was on y/n. “You should have seen her…” the image of y/n splayed beneath him, head halfway hanging off the side of the bed while he fucking ruined her was permanently burned in his memory. “she looks so fucking perfect getting that tight pussy ruined.”

“Doesn’t she though.” Mingi growled as y/n came, the combination of Mingi’s fingers fucking her and Yunho’s working her clit along with their reminiscent filthy words sent her over the edge.

“Baby, you’re ruining Yunho’s jeep.” Mingi grinned as her orgasm had her shaking in his lap, squirting all over his and Yunho’s hands and the floorboard. The spiderman mat below their feet now stained with her.

Yunho really didn’t fucking care anymore. Not with the way y/n had grabbed his hand, bringing it to her mouth and sucking his fingers clean, tasting herself.

“Shit…” Mingi removed his hand from her throat, his other, just like Yunho’s covered in her juices. “I love you.” He might of got a taste of her on Yunho’s fingers as he moved to kiss her, tongue darting out, muffling the moan bubbling up in her and himself.

They were still a few miles away from their apartment and Yunho was doing his best not to pull his jeep over somewhere and join the two who were now making out in the passenger seat.

Mingi pulled back, panting against y/n swollen lips. “Baby….” He glanced towards Yunho who was now gripping the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white and starting to speed a little with his foot on the gas. “I think he’s frustrated.”

Y/N looked at Yunho through hooded eyes, gaze trailing down to the hard bulge in his pants. Mingi grunted when she started moving around, her knees now on the floorboard, leaning her body across the console.

“Y/N?” Yunho couldn’t look down, couldn’t even spare a glance when he felt her hands on him. He barely hit the breaks for the red light when she unzipped his pants, the button popping open next.

Mingi knew y/n liked her hair pulled when giving head and he knew Yunho couldn’t do it for her. He reached his hand over, tangling his ringed fingers into her hair, gripping just tight enough that she moaned as she pulled Yunho’s hard aching dick free.

If Yunho gripped the steering wheel any tighter he’d probably rip it off. “Eyes on the road.” Mingi’s voice was taunting him, he could practically hear the smirk on his lips as y/n took his entire length into her mouth in one go. Fuck!

Yunho had always liked a good challenge, he was a competitive guy. This…. this was a challenge he might just lose. He absolutely could not take his hands off the wheel. He couldn’t buck his hips, and his restraint deserved to be applauded.

He could however make noise and he certainly was, deep moans leaving him. The way y/n was teasing him now, his dick no longer in her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down, her lips just barely sucking his tip, swallowing the precum.

There was no way, absolutely no way he was gonna make it home. “The only way I’m coming is inside you.” Yunho reached one hand down, slapping at Mingi’s and using his own to tangle into her hair. “So get back in Mingi’s lap and,” he pulled her up, never breaking his focus on the road. “both of you behave.”

Mingi helped y/n situate herself back in his lap, both staring at Yunho hungrily. “Dude….” Mingi bit his bottom lip, smirking. “fucking hot when you’re all in command and shit.”

Y/N watched the way Yunho flicked his gaze quickly at them and then back on the road. She could see the way through his hard faced exterior right now that he was trying not to smirk. “I think he likes to be in control.” Her voice was filled with need and so much aching desire.

“He called me a tease.” Y/N feigned a pout, Mingi grinning, he had been begging y/n to tell him everything all day but she kept telling him to wait. “Backed me up against the wall, told me I liked it. When,” she looked at Mingi, bringing a hand up to grip his chin. “you were the one that told me to tease him because apparently,” her gaze flicked back to Yunho. “he likes brats and shit.”

Yunho was really gonna kick Mingi’s ass. He flicked the blinker on, turning right down the street that would take them down the next turn to their apartment building. “Tell him what you were doing, y/n.” He looked at her then, gaze so dark, so dangerous, she could feel herself clench around nothing.

Mingi arched a brow, looking back and forth between them completely intrigued. Yunho took the last turn, their apartment building right ahead. He smirked, turning his gaze back to the road. “How you were desperately failing to make yourself come, door wide open, practically on the verge of tears because those tiny little fingers of yours just couldn’t fill you full enough.”

The jeep stopped, the ignition turning off and Yunho was out the jeep quickly, turning to fix himself back in his pants as Mingi and y/n just watched him.

“You two coming?” He shut the drivers door, waiting as y/n climbed off of Mingi’s lap, waiting until they were both out before locking his jeep and leading the way into their apartment building.

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[trucetale]

So this is the family photo for those who seen the movie. I have dreams okay and I need this. Details about the pic without giving too much detail. It’s an 8 years in the future family photo of the Wachowski family.

The kids (well mostly young adults here) all have bandannas, and bracelets on Amy’s part, of each other’s colors to show that they are always together even when they have to be apart. Since they are older they travel and go out on adventures more. They even tend to stay gone for months but even then they always find their way back to their found family. They do bring gifts back to their parents when they travel to different places on Earth or even different worlds. Amy’s hairstyle (quill style?) is a call back to her old design before they gave her the iconic bob.

Okay so some rambling and head cannon below.

I’m so sorry this got long as hell just straight rambling. My bad, read at your own risk bro 😭

I drew Shadow and Amy as a part of the Wachowski family because I know they would welcome them no questions asked even after the debacle with Shadow if they ever go that route moving forward. But I have been reading a little fanfic recently that I saw mentioned in another Sonic tumblr post I’m sorry I can’t remember who called “Welcome to Green Hills Shadow” on Ao3 and I have been eating goood! Shadow having his found family before he meets Rouge and Omega is a head cannon for me. Even after he meets them he keeps their colors to show he cares. Something Sonic will always point out when they meet up. Amy of course would probably live with them like the trio. I can see her sticking mostly to the trio before she opens up to Maddie and Tom. Them at first not knowing just how strong she is would try to have her stand back with them and let the boys handle the dirty work but she shuts that down by saving them and help in obliterating the enemy. Her and Maddie doing some girl bonding while Tom bonds with the guys. Just a wholesome family at the end of the day.

So we know Shadow ain’t dead, you can’t kill him off without getting into the niddy griddy of his story and we know that they are going to make a spinoff movie about him. I can see Shadow joining the family but not like…. living with them like The heroes gang just on and off he’ll stay, bond with the fam and be like, “I need to find out more about myself. I need to know where I come from.” Then pew, off he goes and a few weeks later he comes back brooding but with some good news. Him and Tom talk about what he finds and they bond and stuff. Maddie and him bond for a bit, she does some embarrassing mom things that make Shadow smile and chuckle. He gets into some shenanigans with the trio and he’s off again.

Since we know Amy is gonna be in the next movie which I for one CANNOT wait for. All I ask is that they keep her a badass and not clingy. I like Amy I do and want her to be the daughter Maddie always wanted so they can do shit together heck even do a tag team rescue! Like, Tails gives Maddie some gadgets to go on a mission with them because they need their mom’s help for something and the boys can’t go because they’re the distraction and while on this mission Maddie and Amy bond… bro I need Sonic 4 NOW!!!

[rookienando]

our secret moments pt. ii | 𝓯. 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸

pairing: fernando alonso x f!actress!reader, socmed!au

synopsis: you and fernando's rumored relationship isn't a rumor at all. pt. i

a/n: honestly have no clue if this is gonna have plot and an ending or i'm just writing blurbs because i can. ALSO, age gap mention, but y/n is in her late 20s

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[warfaredoll]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Ray receives another letter, along with a little surprise.

cw: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 → 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘, smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, wc 3.1k

a few weeks later Ray found himself impatient for your next letter.

Ray leaned forward on the worn crate he’d been using as a chair, elbows on his knees, eyes following every move as Erik stepped into the center of the room with the small bundle of envelopes in hand.

“Alright” Erik started, voice just loud enough to grab the attention of the others. “Let’s see what love looks like this week.”

“Tommy, Sam, Elliott…” Erik tossed letters into waiting hands.

Erik was taking forever.

He called names with the same half-bored tone, tossing envelopes out without a care.

Ray’s jaw tensed. his boot bounced faster.

he was starting to feel that annoying tightness in his throat when finally, Erik was mid-stack when he paused, brows raising as he looked down at the next envelope in his hand. his grin stretched slow across his face as he held it up between two fingers.

“Well, well, would you look at that” he said, shaking the envelope just enough for something inside to shift slightly.

Ray’s eyes locked onto it instantly.

Erik squinted at the envelope, then tapped it thoughtfully. “Feels like there’s something extra in this one.”

the moment the words left his mouth, the men in the room broke out in yells.

“No way… did she send you a pic, baby Ray?” Tommy teased.

Ray groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the red creeping up his neck gave him away. he tried to stay unbothered, leaning back with a small smile that didn’t quite cover how much his heart was racing. “Y’all jealous cause you don’t got a girl to send you shit” he shot back.

“Man, if that’s a photo we better not catch you sneaking off ” one of the older guys called

Erik was loving every second.

He took a long, exaggerated breath like he was about to make a speech. “Ray” he announced dramatically, holding the letter high above his head, “you got one… and I gotta say it’s got the shape of something square. maybe small.”

the room got loud again.

Ray stood up, hand outstretched, barely restraining his grin. “Give it here before you get fingerprints on it.”

“Hey, baby Ray let me make sure it’s something you can handle!” someone yelled, and a few boots stomped against the floor going along with the laughter.

Erik finally tossed it to him, and Ray snatched it out of the air one-handed instantly cradling it against his chest like it was precious. and it was.

The second he touched it, he knew Erik was right. there was something inside not just a letter. something slightly stiff, something the size of a small photo.

He didn’t say a word, just shook his head and turned back toward his gear, hiding the way his mouth twitched at the corners. Hell, the guys could laugh all they wanted.

Soon night fell,

Ray sat at his usual spot near the small peep hole in the wall of what used to be a bedroom now turned into a makeshift post for whoever was on watch duty. his rifle rested close by, boots planted, posture casual but alert. he could still hear the low rustling of the others preparing for sleep, laughs drifting through walls, the occasional snap of gear, murmured conversations slowly trailing off.

and then, the guys started coming past the door one by one not without stopping to get in their final words.

“Don’t go sneakin’ off with that letter, yeah?” someone called out as they passed the open doorway.

One of the older guys peeked his head in with a big grin. “If you go blind before morning, I’m telling Erik we warned you.”

a round of laughs could be heard throughout the room

Ray wasn’t bothered. he kept his face calm, expression unreadable but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

“Y’all sure talk a lot for grown men with no letters of your own” he muttered without looking up. “Tell your wives and girlfriends to step it up.”

“You wish you had it like that.” one of them huffed

Erik popped his head in last, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and a grin that said he was already picturing Ray fumbling through his vest eager to open the letter.

“Hey, baby Ray.” he said, voice lower, almost brotherly. “if she did send a picture… please keep it down.”

Ray looked up, “you dont have to worry.”

Erik laughed, shook his head, and disappeared down the hall.

Ray shifted deeper into where he was spending the night. the old bedroom quiet except for the creak of his chair and the distant snores of the other men. his rifle leaned against the wall at arm’s reach

It was the kind of night that made everything feel slower and heavier.

but Ray was wide awake.

His vest was already half-unzipped, the top button of his shirt undone his black undershirt peeking through slightly a little more comfortable than allowed but no one was watching now. he rolled his shoulders, leaned back against the wall, and finally reached inside, fingers brushing that familiar envelope.

God, he could feel it.

That photo. folded in carefully

He hadn’t even opened it yet, and already his heart was drumming against his ribs.

He ran his thumb along the lipstick kiss on the back smudged but still there, then traced the shape of what he knew had to be a picture tucked inside. his mouth felt dry. his hands a little too warm.

Ray exhaled slow, his lips parting just slightly as he stared at the envelope in his lap.

he didn’t open it right away, something in him loved the wait it felt almost torturous in a way

He tugged off his gloves, laid them across his thigh, then picked the envelope back up with bare fingers. more intimate that way. Like touching your skin. he slid his finger under the seal, slow and careful, the flap pulling up with a soft satisfying tear.

A crooked smile curled at the edge of his mouth.

“Let’s see what you did for me this time baby…”

Ray didn’t go for the photo first.

He wanted to. God, everything in him wanted to but he didn’t.

Instead, he unfolded the letter with the care of someone handling something fragile. the paper was soft and familiar under his fingers, a little wrinkled, his eyes scanned over the page and just like that your handwriting was there it wasn’t long maybe you’d kept it short on purpose, knowing what else you’d packed inside

you’d doodled hearts in the margins again. a little cartoon of him with exaggerated muscles and a crooked grin that made him snort softly. and in the top corner? a tiny sketch of a camera with the words “I was nervous taking it… please don’t laugh” written next to it in that playful, bashful way of yours.

he could feel his chest grow warmer, smile pulling at his lips as he leaned in closer, reading every word

“Ray, I was thinking about you, about how much I miss your hands, your voice, your everything. promise you won’t forget how bad I want you. even from here.”

Ray let out a slow long breath, like the wind had been knocked right out of him.

His thighs shifted slightly, breath catching in his throat. he could feel himself already tight, aching, twitching with heat. and the photo still rested between the folds of the envelope, untouched.

He didn’t look yet. didn’t dare.

not until he’d reread the last line again and again… “Promise you won’t forget how bad I want you.”

Ray tilted his head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, just holding the page against his chest for a moment like it was your body instead.

He wasn’t even touching himself yet, but his whole body was already weak.

Ray’s fingers slipped carefully inside the envelope again, ready to slide out the photo he’d been aching to see since sunset but then he felt it.

not paper. not glossy print.

something soft. something delicate.

His brows knit instantly, pulse skipping, stomach tightening with a rush of confusion. his fingertips brushed over it again, and that’s when it hit him.

fabric. lace.

His breath caught in his throat like a choke, and for a moment, he just stared down at the envelope in his hands, stunned motionless, eyes wide with disbelief.

He tilted the envelope, carefully, painfully slow and something pale, silky, and unmistakably lacy slid into his lap.

his heart damn near stopped.

a pair of your panties.

folded soft, tucked nicely in the envelope, still faintly warm from wherever they’d last been worn. there was a faint scent on them too familiar, sweet, like you. he brought them up to his nose and inhaled before he could stop himself, and his whole body shuddered.

“Holy… shit” he whispered, voice barely audible.

It was like everything had dropped away. no war, no duty, no people sleeping down the hall. just this perfect proof that you missed him just as desperately, just as deeply, as he missed you.

Ray held them in both hands, heat spreading from his chest all the way down. he didn’t even know where to look the panties, the letter, the photo still waiting to be seen.

“Fuck, baby… what did you do to me…” he breathed knuckles brushing against his lips.

his pants were already tight again, cock straining against the waistband, twitching from the sheer thought of you wearing these… then sliding them off just to put them in this envelope.

just for him.

He closed his eyes for a second, tipping his head back against the wall, trying to get a grip but it was hopeless now. his hand clenched around the lace. he was painfully hard now.

Ray’s hand trembled slightly as he set the delicate lace aside, laying it on the folded letter in his lap. his throat was dry, jaw locked tight, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. for a second, he just stared at the glossy corner of the photo still tucked inside the envelope like he had to mentally prepare for the punch it was about to deliver.

then he pulled it out.

The second his eyes landed on it, his breath left him in one ragged exhale, deep and raw from somewhere in his chest.

there you were.

centered in the frame, laid out on the bed he knew too damn well your bed. the one he’d pulled you onto more times than he could count. the sheets slightly wrinkled beneath you.

kneeling on your bed, back arched. your bare chest soft and exposed, your hand hooked into the side of your pantie. showing him your pussy.

you were wearing those panties. the same ones now sitting loose in his lap.

pale lace, thin and delicate, hugging your ass in just the right way

Ray groaned under his breath, forehead falling forward as he clutched the photo in both hands, his thumbs gripping the edge of the photo like he might crawl into the image if he pressed hard enough.

“Jesus, baby…”

you looked nervous, like you’d hesitated right before snapping the photo. lips parted, cheeks flushed but your eyes… God, your eyes looked like they needed him. like you were imagining his hands instead of your own, picturing him there between your thighs

and that hit him harder than anything else.

That photo rested against his thigh, and the soft lace of your panties still pressed lightly into his palm.

His cock throbbed beneath his waistband, thick and already leaking. he was beyond teasing now, beyond patience.

With trembling fingers, he shifted in the chair, boots planted wide, pulling his waistband down just enough for his cock to spring free already swollen, flushed, the tip glistening with precum. He exhaled hard through his nose when his cock slapped up against his lower stomach leaving a clear glossy streak just beneath his undershirt. it made him grunt low, deep in his chest. He was so hard it hurt.

His chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths as he looked down at himself, then back to the picture.

You.

your legs parted. that soft lace barely covering anything. your expression sweet and shy.

“God… baby… I miss you so bad” he whispered hoarse, raw, like the words hurt to say.

His hand wrapped around himself with a low hiss through his teeth, and the other clutched your panties tight. he tried to breathe through it, to keep quiet, but his lips were already parting with soft, breathless sounds groans he couldn’t hold in.

He looked down again, gaze locking onto the photo the perfect arch of your back, the way your fingers pulled the lace aside, the nervous look in your face. like you were waiting for him. like you needed him just as badly.

The chair creaked under him

His grip was slow at first, long, teasing strokes from base to tip, the friction was everything and not enough and still, he kept his eyes on you, on that photo propped on his thigh.

“You’re killin’ me, you know that?” he whispered, brow furrowed, voice breaking at the end.

Every now and then, his thumb would swipe over his leaking tip smearing precum down his shaft, slick now it made him bite back another groan, and he knew if he didn’t quiet himself soon someone down the hall might start asking questions.

his eyes flicked to the soft lace still bunched in his lap.

Without even thinking, he brought it to his mouth pressing it between his lips, muffling a strained groan. the taste of you and smell, even faint, was enough to make his thighs twitch. his head rolled back, breath ragged, teeth clenched around the fabric.

driven by instinct more than thought, Ray pulled the lace from his mouth, chest heaving, he looked down at himself and then to the delicate panties in his hand.

“I shouldn’t” he whispered

but his body had already decided.

With a shaky inhale, he wrapped the fabric around his cock, slowly and cautiously the lace catching gently against every curve and vein. his breath hitched deep as his hips bucked instinctively and a soft curse slipped out from between clenched teeth.

It was the closest he’d felt to you in months.

Your scent, your softness, the memory of your skin against his. every roll of his hips, every pass of lace over his sensitive tip, made him feel like you were there. like you were touching him.

His pace picked up fast, needy, hips twitching now, balls tensing. his hand moved faster, teeth gritting through a soft groan that nearly escaped.

“I need you so bad, baby…” he choked out.

and he meant it.

Ray’s grip tightened.

The lace dragged with every stroke, too soft and too perfect, making each movement feel more intense. the fabric clung in just the right ways

It was just your name in his mouth, your scent on his skin, your photo burning into him

He reached for it again your picture still balanced against his thigh, a little bent now at the edges. His eyes locked on the way you’d posed, the way you’d bared yourself, so open and vulnerable. just for him. only for him.

He tapped the head of his cock lightly against the photo, his brows pulled together, lips parting with a shaky groan

“You’re gonna ruin me, baby…” he breathed.

and it was true.

Every soft tap, every stroke over the lace pulled him closer to the edge

It wasn’t about just getting off anymore. It was about you.

His hips stuttered, and his voice broke into a low, trembling whisper

“Thank you… thank you, baby…”

he wasn’t even fully aware he was saying it at first, the words falling from his mouth, his forehead pressed to his arm

“You’re so good to me” he breathed. “So perfect… I swear, when I get home—”

his voice cracked again

“I’ma fuck you so good, baby. You don’t even know. Just wait… just wait for me…”

It was almost too much. the thought of finally being inside you again, hearing your voice in his ear not just through a letter, but for real. skin to skin. no distance, no war between you.

Just you.

it hit him hard. hot and overwhelming, the first wave spilled out fast landing across his black shirt, and then more thick and warm dripped over his knuckles, dripping down over the base of his cock, onto your photo, and finally onto the soft lace still wrapped around him.

a shaky gasp ripped from his throat as he rode it out, hand slowing, his forehead dropped to his arm, breath ragged

When he glanced down again, a creamy streak marked the glossy edge right over your thighs. he didn’t dare wipe that off. instead he let it dry where it was proof of how deep you got under his skin

your panties were coated with his cum now soaked into the fabric, glistening where it had landed. The sight alone made something tighten in his chest. shame, need, and want

He let his hand glide one last time along the fabric slow, gentle, spreading mess over the lace with soft fingers. it was like a part of him wanted to leave a mark. something real. proof that you had touched him even from so far away.

he stayed like that blinking up at the ceiling, heart pounding so loud it echoed in his ears.

“…Shit.”

a soft, shaky laugh slipped from him.

made his nickname “baby Ray” cuz he’s the youngest out of all of them 🤭

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⏦ﾟᢉ𐭩 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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The Meet-Cute - Kid's Story - 4

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Imperfect 4 🔞

Word Count: 3880

Tags and Summary can be found here.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Notes: I was going to post a WIP Wednesday, but then I thought that a new chapter might be even better! I'm in the middle of writing chapter seven, so I decided I didn't have to wait for a full week to pass before uploading a new chapter! Especially because I'm diving head-first into a deliciously angsty scene! Until then, let me know if you enjoyed this one! (Not too much, but a bit NSFW in here)

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Divider by @cafekitsune

“So, what's the verdict?” Shanks steps closer to the tractor, his hand in his pocket, and a heavy scowl still turning his lips downwards. 

Kid sighs but doesn't take his eyes or his tool off the half-bolt he's trying to remove. “Ye should just give it a proper funeral and be done with it.”

“So it's not salvageable?” Shanks stops next to Kid, his presence intimidating, though Kid doesn't even tense up. 

“Well, it's givin’ ye more trouble than it should, boss. I mean, I can replace the engine but–”

“Stay away from my daughter, Kid,” Shanks blurts out, interrupting Kid, who scoffs out a bitter laugh before finally giving up on that bolt to stare at the older redhead. 

“I knew this was comin’,” he nods slowly, then shrugs. “Maybe ye should tell her to stay away.” His cocky grin only seems to make Shanks’ anger rise. “This ain’t one-sided.”

Kid continues to try and wrench the damned bolt from the engine, but Shanks places his hand on his forearm, gripping him to a stop. “You think this is funny, Eustass?” Their eyes clash, and tension builds as both their scowls increase. “She’s my baby girl, and you’re…” Shanks sighs heavily. “...not good enough for her.”

Kid’s jaw ticks twice before he locks his gaze again with Shanks and lets out a dry laugh. “No shit.” With a scoff, he yanks his arm away, drops the wrench on top of the tractor, and wipes his hand on a dirty rag he’s got hanging from his tool belt. “Don’t worry, boss. We’re just havin’ fun.”

Opening his arms and cocking his eyebrow in a defiant manner doesn’t exactly produce the results Kid was hoping for. He’s taunting Shanks, he knows that, but the accusations are making him angry, and if the old man takes a swing at him, maybe he can blow off some steam. 

But Shanks has the advantage over him. Not only is he older and wiser, but he’s also much cooler and more collected. The only sign that lets Kid know he’s pissed is the clenching of his fist against his leg and the narrowness of his eyelids. 

“You better watch it, Eustass.” His voice sounds sharper and carries a warning edge to it. “The moment I see her shed one single tear because of your shit, I will come for you.”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

A low chuckle escapes Kid’s lips, and he cocks his brow one more time. “That a promise, boss?”

Shanks’ presence looms around the barn as if it’s a living thing, and for a moment, Kid’s grin falters. He knows he’ll never be able to achieve this presence of mind. Shanks’ rage is not ferocious, not explosive and wild like his, it’s a low simmer, a kind of rage that warns and instills respect. “I’m dead serious, Eustass.”

“Aye,” he agrees with a tilt of his head. “Consider me warned.” The air clears as Shanks takes a step back. “But I ain’t takin’ responsibility for her actions, old man.”

Before Shanks can reply, you come in through the barn door with two cold beers in hand. Shanks thanks you before turning around and leaving. Kid just grunts and opens his with a flick of his finger, then gulps it all down without a word. 

Your smile falters as you look back at your father’s retreating form, and then back at Kid’s scowl.

“What happened?”

Clenching his fist, Kid crushes the beer can into a pile of metal with his prosthetic hand and shrugs. “We had a disagreement. It’s settled, don’t worry yer pretty head over it.”

He shrugs it off and gets back to work, turning up the music on his phone and effectively shutting out any more questions you might have, sobering your thoughts. He knows the edge in his voice is a dead giveaway, though, but there’s nothing he can do about that. 

-*-

Kid leaves shortly after that, telling your father that he’s going to order a new engine for the tractor, and that might help to keep the thing running for a few more years - he hopes. You sense tension between them, and all the lines in Shanks’ face become edged and sharpened. 

Kid barely says goodbye to you, doesn’t tell you when to drop by to help with Victoria, nor does he offer any more witty or flirty remarks. After what almost happened between you two earlier and the way you can still feel the ghost of his fingers pressing your skin, he acts like it never happened.

Fuck this.

“Dad,” you start just as you’re clearing the table after dinner. “What did you say to Kid?” You’ve been skirting around the issue throughout the meal, not wanting to ruin the nice night the two of you seemed to be having, but you have to ask. 

Shanks stiffens, and his hand pauses midway to storing the water in the fridge before he resumes his actions and forces a smile your way. “What do you mean? When you went to grab the beers?”

Good. He’s not feigning naivety. You nod and let him continue.

“We talked about the tractor.” Loading up the dishwasher, you don’t press, giving him more time to mull over what words to say, what he wants to share with you, or not. But he doesn’t add anything else, and your throat starts to heat up with anger. 

“Just that?” 

“You know,” he shrugs. “Just guy stuff, nothing you should worry about.” 

“Really?” The plates rattle inside the machine when you close the door with more force than you should. “Then why did he leave without saying goodbye? Did you threaten him?” Shanks sighs, running his hand over his face. “You saw what happened! You realized we were about to kiss and scared him away, didn’t you?”

“Can you sit so we–”

“No! Answer the question.” You approach the table and the chair he sat back down in, but instead of taking the seat opposite, you clasp your hands on the back of the chair and face him with a frown. 

“I just told him not to hurt you–” you scoff, “–and to stay away.” Shanks flinches, already anticipating your reaction, and you deliver.

“Unbelievable.” You shake your head with incredulity as you start to pace the kitchen. “Is it because you don’t trust me, or my judgment?”

“I don’t trust him.” Shanks’ eyes pierce yours, and he tries to reason with you. “I told you he’s dangerous, he’s an angry and unpredictable man, volatile and reckless–” 

“He’s never acted that way around me!” You snap at him.

“You’ve just met him! It’s all happening too fast, Bug. All I want is for you to be careful, he’s not right for you.”

Oh, this is rich. Your father, who has been absent for half your life, suddenly shows interest in who you want to be with. The man who only visited once or twice a year? The man who - in your entire four-year relationship - spoke to your fiancé fewer times than you can count on both hands? Oh, no.

“Then who's right for me, Dad?” you challenge, keeping your thoughts to yourself.

“Someone safe. Someone stable. Someone who can be there for you and support you, not be the one to drag you into his problems, but to keep you from them.” Shanks’ voice has an edge to it, and his words sound rehearsed. How many times has he practiced this speech in his head? How often does he think of the perfect person to be by your side?

“I’ve had that, Shanks.” He freezes when you use his name, feeling the ice enveloping your words. “I’ve had safe. I’ve had stability. I’ve had someone who could support me, even though he never did.” You take one step back from the chair and approach your father, hoping he can see the pain behind your eyes. “And do you know how well that worked out?”

Shanks looks down, and you see his throat bobbing, pushing down regret and powerlessness. But you continue because - even though you didn’t even realize it until now - the pain of your father’s absence has always been hidden, hurting, and clawing behind your chest. 

“He hurt me, Dad. A lot. And where were you then?” You wait, but Shanks doesn’t answer. His hand clenches on top of the table as it turns into a fist. “It’s a little too late for this fatherly concern now, isn’t it?”

With a punch to the table, Shanks gets up swiftly, worry lines filling the space between his brows as he searches your eyes - pleads with them - but you give him nothing. “I’m trying! I’m here now, and I won’t sit idly by as you get hurt again! Not this time. Not on my watch.”

You look up at him, defiance still lacing your every action. “Guess what? I’m an adult. I’m not a child anymore, and you can’t send me up to my room and ground me. I make my own decisions, and I own up to them. You had your chance to protect me when I was younger, naive, and embracing a relationship with a man I thought was safe. You weren’t there!” 

You will not cry. 

“We’re done here. Thank you for your concern.” You turn around, meaning to go upstairs and sleep the irritation away, but he’s not done yet. 

“I know him. I know how he is. I was him when I was younger. I will not allow you to make that mistake.” Your head snaps back in disbelief. “You are an adult, but this is still my house.”

You trap a scoff behind your teeth. Looks like you’re both being stubborn now. So, instead of climbing upstairs, you turn towards the door, already raising your arm to grab your purse. 

“I get it. Your house, your rules.” You pause only to collect the keys to your car and turn back to your father, a scowl pursing your lips as you will your hands to stop shaking. “Maybe it’s time I found my own.”

And before he can say anything else, you’re opening the door and stepping out into the stifling, oppressive night. 

-*-

You were going to drive aimlessly just to clear your head, maybe head out to the beach, see wether the sea air could calm your nerves. Instead, you found yourself driving down a familiar road and ended up parking the car in front of Kid’s garage. 

Your heart hammers incessantly against your ribs in a warning staccato rhythm. What are you doing here? Is it just the need to defy your father? Or is it something else?

Ignoring your confusing thoughts, you step out of the car, rage and anger still running hot inside your veins. You need an outlet. Now.

You try the door to the garage, and it’s open, so you push it and stride purposefully into the cramped space. 

“Sparkles?” Kid is leaning against a workbench. The small TV is on, and he’s holding a beer in his hand. There’s a half-eaten sandwich discarded to the side. He places the beer next to it and eyes you with curiosity. “Yer car gave out again?”

“No.” You glance around, trying to see if Killer is there, but you don’t see him. Good. 

“Then what the hell happened?” You barely give him a chance to finish his thought. Getting into his space, one hand clutches his sleeveless shirt, and the other one reaches up, gripping the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin. You give him one heartbeat to pull away, but his pupils only darken when he understands your intentions. 

So you pull. 

And willing lips crash against each other, desperation seeping through the touch, hunger consuming every motion as you keep pulling him down because you’re still dangling on the tips of your toes. 

Kid grunts, lowering his body. His hands glue themselves to your waist, and in the beat of a pulse, they roam under your top, claiming your skin. Your mouth opens with a gasp when the contrast of Kid’s cool prosthetic causes a shiver, turning your skin bumpy, and he takes advantage by claiming your tongue with his. 

You let a moan escape your lips at the feeling and nearly melt when his fingers climb your neck and curl around your hair, gripping and tilting your head for easier access. His kiss is consuming, needy, desperate - exactly how you feel - but you need more, so much more. 

As if reading your thoughts, Kid hooks his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you up and then turning you both around as he sets you on the workbench. Your breathing becomes labored, and he parts the kiss as you pull up your shirt, craving the skin-to-skin touch, thirsting for his lips on any - every - part of your body. 

“Kid,” you pant, breathless.  

“Are we stoppin’?” His voice is a caress against your heated skin as he peppers kisses all over it. 

“No.” Yours is a breathy whisper. 

“This is just fun, aye?” Kid’s teeth graze your jaw, and you open your legs more so he can slot himself between them.

“Yes. Just fun.” You don’t need anything else right now. Just an outlet, an escape, a way to bury all the unwanted thoughts. Your legs wrap around his waist, and you bring your bodies flush, feeling how hard he already is. “Fuck.” The friction - the sweet friction - sends a wave of pleasure up your spine, and you arch your body, head lolling back, opening your neck for Kid to take. 

He snarls as he latches his lips onto the hollow of your throat, and you fight a wave of dizziness at the feeling. His tongue laps out, and he follows the shape of your collarbone before descending with maddening, precise, open-mouthed kisses. 

“More,” you urge, fingernails digging into his scalp, your hips rolling against him, yearning for more, so much more. 

Kid complies. His fingers inch beneath the waistband of your pants, dipping under your panties, and you hold your breath, waiting for his touch, craving it like it’s oxygen. 

Then he stops. 

His fingers stop trailing down, his lips stop worshiping you, and he freezes. Fuck. 

“Kid?” Your throaty voice does little to quench your desire, and you try again, this time holding his face with your hands so he looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.” He growls, baring his teeth before latching his lips onto yours again. He’s all fire and want, and you’re melting into his touch, thoughts vanishing - just like you wanted them to. All that matters is the unbearable heat being created by both of you. 

Kid’s fingers inch a bit lower, and his index finger grazes your throbbing nub, making you moan into his kiss, your strength nearly failing you as you ground your hands on his broad shoulders. 

The noise he breathes into you just makes you clench around nothing and pant harder into him. Suddenly, he punches the workbench with his prosthetic hand with a startling clang and pulls his flesh one away from the place you wanted him the most. Breaking the kiss comes next, and you nearly stumble off the workbench as your lips try to follow his. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” he curses. There’s definitely something wrong. 

“Wha–” you breathe hard, trying to find your balance because you’re still dizzy from want and your body is buzzing and thrumming from his hands and his heat. “What is going on?” Your eyes dart to his pants, trying to see if it’s a performance problem, but from the bulge you see there, it sure as hell is not. 

Kid steps away from you, and suddenly the night turns freezing cold. He clenches his prosthetic hand while the flesh one rubs his face hard as if he’s trying to erase his thoughts. “This ain’t happenin’. It ain’t a good idea.”

What?

“Are you being serious right now?” Is he kidding? After all the flirting, the banter, the heated looks, and the tension? He backs down? 

Oh. Shanks.

“Is it because of my father? Of what he told you?”

Kid looks at you for a fraction of a second, and you’re unsure of what you find there - anger, frustration, maybe? Then, he scoffs, stepping to the side and opening a cabinet to take out a bottle of scotch. “Well, that ain’t helpin’.”

Hopping off the workbench, you straighten your clothes, but your heart is still hammering relentlessly against your ribs. “He doesn’t dictate my life.”

“Ah.” He points at you with the hand that’s holding the bottle before taking a swig. “There. Yer pissed at him, aren’t ya?” You raise your chin but don’t agree or deny the accusation. “This what it is, then? Just a way to piss off yer old man?”

“Don’t you dare turn this on me, Kid. I was willing, and I thought you wanted this too! ‘Just for fun,’ right? You asked!”

“Aye.” He grits his teeth and averts your gaze, something completely unreadable in his eyes before he looks away. “Changed my mind.”

Your throat dries up and you contemplate hitting him in the head with that freaking scotch bottle. “Unbelievable.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it, frustration building up to insurmountable heights. “Want to tell me why, at least?”

He remains silent for so long that you consider just turning your back on him and leaving. “I ain’t right for this…”

You don’t know what’s worse, the feeling of rejection or the feeling of being slighted. Because you’re not crazy or imagining things. He flirted back, he kissed you back, and he was hard for you. This is not about want or desire, this is something else. And whatever it is, he’s pushing you away. 

“I’m not asking for commitment,” you say in disbelief. “I just… I just wanted–”

“Aye, I get it.” Kid kicks a stool away from him, and it rolls aimlessly on the garage floor before tucking itself under the workbench. He seems to be struggling to get the words out. “Listen, Sparkles, when I do the ‘just for fun,’ it’s a one-time thing, alright?” He sighs and avoids your gaze. “I ain’t doin’ that with ye.”

Oh…

“I want yer help with Victoria and… fuckin’ hell.” Guess he just decides to be blunt. “I want ye around the garage more. I like yer company. So… fuck, just…”

“Alright,” you whisper, and he looks at you. “I think I get it.” You don’t quite get it. He wants you. But is he looking for something deeper than a one-time thing? Or does he want you around only as a friend, even though he’s attracted to you and doesn’t want to ruin the friendship?

You’re too much of a coward to ask. 

“I’ll see myself out.” You don’t even give him enough time to stop you. You just turn and leave.

-*-

You end up wandering aimlessly like you first planned, driving the night away, lost in your thoughts. You return home in the middle of the night - closer to dawn, actually - because your little outing did nothing to quell the frustration inside of you, but did everything to increase it. Thanks to it, you’re not only pissed at your father but also at Kid.

You climb softly up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, because even though you’re furious with Shanks, you’d hate to wake him up in the middle of the night. 

Though you were wrong for thinking he was asleep. When you reach the top of the stairs, you can still see light coming from the crack under his door. He was waiting for you to get home safely. 

The knot in your chest tightens, but this time it has little to do with your frustration and everything to do with guilt. You shouldn’t have snapped at your father like that. He thinks he’s protecting you - in his own way - and you were somewhat unfair in blaming him for not protecting you from Ichiji. 

He was right before. He’s here now, and he’s trying. 

Your hand grips the rail harder as you roll your lower lip between your teeth. Maybe you should give it a little more time and pretend you didn’t notice he was still up. You could talk tomorrow when both your heads feel clearer.

But then again, it doesn’t seem like your father will be getting much sleep. 

Guilt twists in your gut again, and you don’t want it to anymore. With a sharp exhale through your nose, you walk over to his door and knock lightly. 

There’s a beat of silence before Shanks answers. “Come in.” He sounds… defeated.

You open the door slowly, your head peeking inside before your body follows. Shanks is lying on top of the covers, one leg over the other, head leaning back against the headboard as he stares at the ceiling. 

“I’m home…” you say tentatively. 

“Hi, baby.” Shanks forces a smile, his eyes wearily locking with yours, as if he’s unsure if you’re about to start yelling at him again. “Sit.” He pats the bed as he scoots over to the edge, giving you space. 

With a heavy sigh, you sit beside him, gnawing on your words and avoiding eye contact. 

“I’m sorry,” you both exclaim at the same time, then burst into chuckles. Shanks clasps your hand in his and squeezes. “Let me go first. You have every right to be angry with me–”

“No, Dad, don’t,” you interrupt, finally looking into his eyes. “I was angry and said a lot of things I shouldn’t have. It’s all in the past, really, and you had no way of knowing that I needed you before. Not when I didn’t ask for help.”

“See, that right there is the problem.” He whispers your name, and the lines between his brows deepen. “I shouldn’t have to wait for you to reach for help, I should’ve been there to realize you needed it before you even asked. I know I failed as a parent, and I have no excuse for it. But now I want to do better if you let me.”

Shanks scoots over to your side and places his arm over your shoulders, pulling you against him. “I know you’re not a little girl anymore, and I know I was out of line. But…”

Shanks’ throat bobs, and he’s struggling with what he wants to say, knowing it will just stir up the same discussion as before. “I know,” you spare him. “I’ll be careful. How about that?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, baby…” This time, you find it difficult to hold your father’s gaze. Kid’s rejection earlier stung, and it’s still quite fresh.

“You can’t protect me from everything, Dad.” A sliver of a smile curves your lips. 

“Tell me about it!” Shanks agrees with an indignant huff. “But I still want to try.”

A warm feeling replaces the cold, numb tendrils of guilt inside your gut, and you hug your father’s torso. He really can’t protect you from everything, you know that. But as annoying as it may be, you’re still happy he’s trying. 

“I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, honey.”

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|Chapter 5🔞|

[bellarkeselection]

Can you write a Matt Casey x female reader story?

Matt Casey is married to his dead best friend Andy Dardens little sister. Y/n is the PIC on ambo 61 and her partner on ambo is Gabby Dawson.

Y/n and Matt are taking care of Ben and Griffin since Heather is in prison. Everything is good between Matt and y/n, they are doing the best they can with taking care of two boys.

Y/n finds out that she is pregnant and one evening when the boys are asleep y/n tells Matt that she’s pregnant.

A little smut if you can get that in to the story, and of course if you feel comfortable with it.

Aunt & Uncle to Mom & Dad

Here's my first Matt request! Comments really appreciated ❤️

“Thanks Gabby. I’ll ride back to the house with Matt.” I called over my shoulder getting out of the passenger seat of our ambulance truck. She waved bye to me as I quickly went inside the school. Moving down the hallway I found my brother's older son Griffin sitting outside the principal's office. Putting a hand on my hip I shook my head at him asking. “Is Casey already talking with him?”

“Yes, aunt Y/n.” Griffin nodded before I opened the door and shut it behind me seeing Matt was already talking with their principal and hadn’t noticed I was there just yet.

“Believe me, Griffin and I are gonna have a long talk the minute I get off shift. This won’t happen again.”

The principal sighed heavily sitting at his desk. “I have to say, Matt. This whole childcare situation doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence.”

“We’re making the best of it.” Matt told the principal simply.

“And who exactly is we? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Waving to the pair I finally introduced my presence in the office, walking up to the principal I shook his hand sitting down beside my boyfriend. “I guess it’s time I introduce myself, I’m Y/n, Y/n Darden. Ben and Griffin are my nephews. My brother Andy was also best friends with Matt here, that’s why we were both asked to take care of them by their mother Heather.”

“And how exactly do you know Mr. Casey?” The principal shifted his gaze between the two of us.

Gently looping my fingers through Matt’s I responded knowing this all is a bit much, especially considering we aren’t even married yet. “He’s my boyfriend. And as I said a minute ago my sister in law Heather asked both of us to watch out for them until she gets out.”

“Well it’s good to know that neither of you is having to raise these two young boys by yourself.” The principal nodded and thankfully he let us take the boys home after that. Matt and I had called into our captain and let him know we weren’t going to be able to finish out our shifts tonight but that we would them up another time.

Once we all had finished eating dinner I sent the boys off to get ready for bed. Matt was cleaning up the kitchen while I went to check on the boys, finding that Ben was asleep but Griffin was still awake so I whispered into the room getting his attention. “Can’t sleep, buddy?”

“I miss my parents.” He sniffed beginning to let some tears fall down his face.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed I gently ran a hand down his back knowing it always made me feel better when my brother would do it when I was upset. “Yeah. I miss your father too, Griff. I’m going to tell you something that most people say but when I say it you should know that it’s the truth.”

“What’s that, Aunt Y/n?” Griffin asked me, looking up at me.

Tracing patterns on his back I sniffed back some tears that were appearing in the corner of my eyes when I began explaining to him. “The same pain that you feel about missing your father I feel it too. I lost my brother. A lot of people will try to understand or claim that they know what you’re going through and some do and then some don’t. But I can tell you right for certain that I understand 100% what you are feeling when it comes to missing your father.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Griffin spun around and flung his arms around my neck, crying some happy tears.

Wrapping my arms around his waist I kissed his forehead gently holding him tightly against my body until I smelled the fabric of his shirt suddenly feeling sick to my stomach for some reason. “You’re welcome - urgh!” Separating myself from the kid I dropped down on my knees grabbing his trash can in the corner and puking the dinner that I had eaten.

Griffin jumped down from his bed running over to me with concern. “Aunt Y/n, are you okay?”

“Uh - I guess dinner isn’t setting right for me.” Wiping my hand across my mouth I cleared my throat, sending my nephew a weak smile. “I’m alright. You don’t need to worry. Now get some sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow.”

He nodded going back over to his bed and climbed underneath the covers. “Goodnight Aunt Y/n.”

Leaving the two boys' bedrooms I entered my shared bedroom with Matt going directly to the bathroom. Rummaging around in the cabinet until I found a box of pregnancy tests I had recently bought at the store. Locking the door I sat on the toilet peeing on the stick and waited for the results, hearing a knock on the other side followed by my boyfriend’s voice. “Y/n, Y/n, are you okay. Griffin told me you got sick a few minutes ago in his room.”

“Give me a minute, Matt.” I called back to him, reading the time on my phone and seeing the test should be ready. Slowly opening the bathroom door I found my boyfriend leaning in the doorway until he saw me holding a pregnancy test in my hands. “There’s something I gotta tell you. I know that you’ve always talked about having kids and I know we haven’t really been trying but it’s -“

“You’re pregnant.” A huge grin crossed Matt’s face, stopping me from finishing my sentence, scooping me up into his arms and connecting our lips in a passionate and slow kiss.

Matt signaled me to jump and I wrapped my arms around his waist still holding the test in one hand. He walked me over to the bed and I tossed the test onto the bedside table. We fell down onto the mattress finally breaking the kissing to catch our breath. “So you’re happy, Mathew?” I giggled watching him begin to remove his shirt and I shrugged my own over my head throwing it somewhere onto the floor.

“Hell yeah I’m happy.” He chuckled, nuzzling his nose with mine, helping me remove my clothes and I did the same thing to him until he was hovering over me completely naked. He scanned my face more so asking about me having his kid then having sex. “Are you okay with all this? I know your nephews are enough of a handle right now.”

“We’re first responders, Matt. Having a baby has to be easier than the things we face on a daily basis.” Laughing playfully I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him in for a kiss. He slowly slid his body into mine and the maitress began squeaking underneath our movements.

Matt bent his head down leaving kisses down my neck until he reached the crook of my neck, I moaned instantly when he kept kissing that particular spot. “I love you, Y/n - you’re gonna be a mama.”

Grabbing the sides of his face I pressed his forehead against my own. “Love you too. You’re going to be a daddy, Matt Casey.”

Matt smashed his lips upon mine with my back being pressed against the mattress some more. “Our next goal is finally getting your name changed to Mrs. Y/n Casey.” I threaded my fingers into his already messy hair, our bodies molded together letting us get lost. Our family of four would soon become a family of five and we couldn’t be happier.

[moonbiscuitsims]

Cyberpunk 2077 - RITA SET - TS4 Conversions

Hello Chooms. Before downloading or reading anything, proceed to look at my total Night City baddies wearing it:

Now you have seen the Night City baddies, you may adequately and safely proceed to the download info 🤩💙💜💅

ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノThe set includes:

💜Cyberpunk Tank Top with Kitsch Cybernetic Arms with many colour swatches for the arms (must use overlays to colour the tank top) + Cyberpunk Tank Top with no arms (must use same overlays to colour the tank top). EDIT: Just added a nude version of only the arms, use at your own risk, accessory top/bra links can be found in Recommended CC section below. (THIS REQUIRES THE TANK VERSION TO SHOW UP)

💜7 Tank Top Overlays (found in Middle finger left/right + Ring finger left/right of the rings category). I made it so you can pick and choose overlays or just take the merged file with them all. Don't unmerge any of the files. 1- Plain (35 swatches)

2- Zebra (35 swatches)

3- Kanji (35 swatches)

4- Faux Leather with colour edges (35 swatches) (sorry it is hard to see)

5- Dirty with tape crosses (35 swatches)

6- Plaid (15 swatches)

7- Camo (16 swatches)

💜Bottoms 3 versions: Black with colour gradient (35 swatches) White with colour gradient (35 swatches) Plain (45 swatches). Don't unmerge the file.

There are two versions of black and white plain, this is because I used different methods and liked both effects. You can't see much in the pic, but there are slight differences in shine and the way the textures show. The shoes are connected to the pants and other shoes don't show, but you can use high heel shoes even if they don't show if you want it to sound like heels in game. - Gun holster accessory (found in hat category, not compatible with hats or cc items using the hat UV space). Can be layered over these tops and others.

3 Versions (sorry about the texture quality of this item, it was not much UV space left and a very complicated mesh): - Random cyberpunk textures and inspired designs (15 Swatches). - All colours in plain (35 Swatches) - All colours with black zebra print on straps (35 Swatches)

💜SKIN ITEMS: Mox Chest Tattoo (Chest tattoo category, 4 swatch variations of size and placement) + Rita's Face Cyberware (upper back tattoo category) + Shiny Doll Skin Overlay (face skin detail, forehead category) you can't see much, but basically makes the skin look shiny like plastic like Rita Wheelers in Cyberpunk.

Recommended CC - Accessory tops - More Accessory tops - Accessory bras

💜Disclaimers / Important info

All items have specular and normal maps.

All items are tagged correctly (as far as I know) and have the correct colour labels.

All items are disallowed for random townies.

All items (once again as far as I know) can be worn on male frame (disable the masculine tag and they appear) From now on I'll make sure to do this for all cc's since I didn't realise it was being restricted before until I tried to take some pics of a sim with male frame for this post. Since then I've fixed it all and tested it and it fits the body fine even though I made it to fit the female frame. I may fix my older sets soon too but I'll need to test they work ok.

Let me know if something doesn't appear, or if you have any issues or notice any glitches at all.

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️- Very high poly items, use at your own risk if your machine struggles with the sims. I couldn't reduce the poly anymore without noticing the mesh getting worse. - Some items are slightly low texture quality. I don't play with HQ mod or do HQ textures, so sometimes the textures when baked downsized show some jagged edges or pixel effects if you look super up close. You can see it a bit on some of the gradient pants or on the gun holster which as an accessory I didn't have much UV space to work with, no matter how much I tried to simplify the mesh. - Tanks have no swatches, don't forget overlays to colour the tank. - When using the tank overlays in the different ring categories make sure you don't equip more than one or they'll clash, the different ring categories for the overlays are just so you can use it in another slot if you require another accessory from that finger section) - Make sure not to add merged files as well as other packages that form them or you'll have duplicates. - Don't unmerge any files, just choose the ones you want and use as intended. If you have to unmerge them for any PERSONAL editing, remerge them again after. - Tank is quite revealing, if you're streaming or something and use adult skins, make sure to check nothing shows or that you won't get any sort of strikes (not that there is anything wrong with it at all). Alternatively check out cc accessory tops or bras that can go underneath like the ones in the Recommended CC section. - Nude version of cyberware arms to match with accessory bras/tops now available, same warning as previous point. Thank you so so so so so so so much to the lovely people and great tutorials that helped me throughout the process providing tips and tricks and info that led me to making this properly <3 It helps me keep making these conversions. Thanks to the people who requested this prompting me to make it. These beautiful meshes I converted were originally made by CD Projekt Red

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This is literally over 100 hours of work, the meshes aren't mine but converting them takes a long time (especially since I suck at making cc) and all the textures images etc were done by me, it's free for all, don't be a jerk and steal my stuff to profit from it: - DO NOT REUPLOAD - DO NOT PUT BEHIND PAYWALL OF ANY KIND in ANY FORM - DO NOT INCLUDE CC IN ANY DOWNLOADS - DONT CLAIM YOU MADE IT - DO NOT INCLUDE MESHES IN DOWNLOADS Please tag and credit me if you recolour the meshes (don't include them, link to this post), no paywall. Conversions to TS2 and TS3 allowed, no paywall, just tag me please! If you use them in pics you can tag me too I'd love to see!

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Now I'm going to take a long well deserved break.

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