#and I grab one. Pull them out. and squeeze really hard until there’s a prolonged squeak

[purplecatghostposts]

If they didn’t want me Hurt/Comforting the shit out of the Marble Hornets characters, they shouldn’t have made them all squeaky toy coded.

[izvmimi]

cw: apology smut. minors dni.

this is the first time you've let katsuki touch you since your last argument, and katsuki's breath hitches sharply in his throat when you don't automatically withdraw from him. it's sad honestly - it's just a simple brush of his hand against yours as he tries to grab the fridge handle, but the fact that you don't quickly shuffle away from him or give him an annoyed look carries a little too much hope for him.

it hasn't even been a long time since you've started giving him this silent treatment, but the man cannot last more than a couple hours, let alone a full day of you being cold to him. you have to admit it's immature to ignore him, but don't you have the right to be immature once in a while? after all, you endure a lot being married to him, enough that you've stayed off social media, and enough that this is the first time you've actually brought something up to him.

seeing katsuki smiling so widely, laughing with someone else, even if you do ultimately believe him that the relationship with the young, pretty up-and-comer is platonic and the apparent closeness is accentuated by the angle from which the photo was taken, you're still annoyed and made it clear so. after all, you don't appreciate looking like a fool.

he clears his throat and you don't turn to look at him, sitting down at the kitchen table and opening a book as you sip a glass of apple juice with no ice. bakugou pauses, hand sweatier than usual around his own glass of water, and watches you. contemplating. can he try again? will confronting you one more time only prolong this silence or will you cry and dig your heels in, risking a chance to lose you altogether?

he swallows hard, throat suddenly dry, but cannot bring the glass of water to his lips.

then you sigh and look up at him.

"katsuki."

katsuki moves almost too quickly to stand before you, anxiety laden in every step. your eyes slide to the chair next to you and he sits, knees turned in your direction, glass set down too quickly, enough that it wobbles but doesn't fall. ice clinks within and settles.

"yes... princess?"

you twist your mouth to the side but can't really form the words to apologize. after all, you aren't really the one who transgressed; rather it was katsuki not being careful enough to make sure certain pictures didn't run the chance of upsetting you. you're still not sure how that particular magazine made its way on your very doorstep but here you were.

"do you love me?" you ask, firmly.

"so much." he insists. his hands find one of yours and covers them. his eyes are pleading for you to forgive him, the fire of defensive anger no longer behind them. katsuki doesn't yell at you when he's angry but his voice raises. he fights with his words and his fists clench. instead today he holds your hand carefully. he's not a threat and will never be, but he wants you to know that especially today.

you sigh.

"you need a better pr team," you say. katsuki squeezes your hand, lips pulling into a tentative smile.

"i'll fire everyone."

you give him a look, then giggle. "that's not exactly what i asked."

"i know, but it's an option." he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss the back, and you smile.

your husband is yours, no matter what the media may suggest is a more compatible new flame, and he sets out to make sure you know that. you are the only one for him.

so in tune with your shifting emotions, the moment your eyes flicker to his lips, filled with longing, he's kissing you. the act of your mouths connecting turn into a natural acceptance of your tongue, and then the pull of your body, still in last night's pajamas, into his lap. your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you kiss him more, even deeper; he sucks at every part of you, hands finding their way up your shirt, then unbuttoning them until your breasts are bare, pressed against his chest. he lets you disrobe his torso, until you are skin to skin, and the rays of the sun seeping through the kitchen blinds form patterns on your exposed bodies. your hearts pound, and you breathe against each other, rutting against fabric, then your soft parts. you let him slip inside you, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he groans and let you clench around him. the rock of your bodies moving against each other is slow and deep, then fast and desperate until you're clinging to his shoulders and you're crying out his name, trembling.

he carries you to the bedroom still connected, and he recommences until your legs shake and he's whispering his vows again to you into your bosom.

you are the only one for him, and he hopes you'll always have him.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

(AN: this'll be a multiple-oneshots deal—out of order—with regular additions until it's complete.)

🛎️prompt - Wally Clark NSFW alphabet.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. grey!Wally Clark. cheating. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - C

C is for Wally's competency and control on and off the field. That single-minded focus that he puts toward the task at hand. He's not a show-off, doesn't flaunt his skills unless the showmanship is called for—"And that's another touchdown assisted by 57!"—you know, those times when the crowd is chanting his name and Coach is punching the air.

It may be hard to believe, but Wally dedicates a lot of time to learning about what interests him. Does the research, collects the tools, and works himself hard until he has it mastered before he shares what he's capable of with others.

This dedication earned him employee of the month at Reggie's Auto Repair several months in a row; big hands making quick, greasy work of mistreated car parts. It's how he helped his grandfather remodel his mama's kitchen; expertly cutting pieces of wood for new cabinets; drilling in the finished product; smearing mud on the wall to set the new backsplash his mother swooned over at Home Depot.

Point is, Wally's gets really fucking good at whatever he puts his mind to. And, these days his mind is almost exclusively occupied by you. A cyclical kaleidoscope of things he's learned about you on auto-play from the moment he wakes up to the moment he passes out.

He wants to learn more—everything—about you. Your favorite food, color, season, show; your stupid star sign, fuck, e v e r y t h i n g. And he will. Because that's what Wally does. He absorbs facts like a sponge and sticks them in his arsenal to use when he needs to.

Wally wields his knowledge like a weapon in the bedroom, noting every sound you make as he tests the waters. He's draped over you, propped up on an elbow, watching your face for clues as his hand tracks down down down your side to your hip to your thigh. Squeezes hard enough to leave prints and lifts your leg to hook is around his waist.

"You want me, baby?" He asks, grinding against you, your skin and his wet with too much black cherry lube. His breathing is ragged, voice strained, hips a maddeningly slow back-and-forth as he teases those sounds out of you. "Want me inside you?"

He dips in, brushes his lips over yours once, tickle-soft, before truly pressing in with teeth and tongue. The kiss is dirty, hard, deep, but the roll of his hips remains at that too-slow pace.

"Want me to make you feel good, baby?" He pinches your nipple between thumb and index. He smirks, proud and so fucking turned on, when you grab him by his necklace and drag him into another kiss.

It's all he needs to convince him to stop teasing, line himself up, and rock into you with one hard thrust. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezed shut, expression open and pink and so fucking beautiful it takes everything in Wally not to bust a nut right then and there. You've done quickies in the locker room, fast ones in the car, and as hot as all that is, Wally wants to see what you look like when he fucks you slow.

He can last for a while. Has made a fucking point to learn how to prolong his own pleasure so he can give you yours and he isn't going to consider coming until you're a mess beneath him. Sobbing and begging and needy for him to fill you up. And you will be. Because he's learned, hasn't he?

Reaching under the pillow beside you, he pulls out something he's been aching to play with. He shifts, up and back, sitting on his haunches as he turns you onto your side. You make such a pretty picture, hair fanned out, eyes glazed, lips bitten pink and pouty.

"Gonna be a good girl for me?" Wally presses the button. The wand starts to vibrate, low at first and then harder as he adjusts it. "Gonna let me play with you?"

Before you can respond, Wally places the head of the toy against your clit at the same time he rams into you. A choked-off moan, head thrown back, fingers clawing Wally's chest, arms, hips.

"That's it baby," He coos, rolling his hips, in and out, cock grazing every nerve-ending inside you, fat tip hitting your g-spot on every upstroke. "That's it, fuck, you're so hot, baby," Wally groans and he can't look away, has to watch you tremble apart over and over as you convulse around him.

Minutes later, "You're gonna make me come," he warns, listening to your mewls and moans and pleas for mercy, too much, please, Wally, I can't please please please, I can't.

And it's blinding; a long, flushed, thunderous feeling when Wally comes inside you, grinning like an idiot because he's learned more about your threshold for pleasure-pain and plans to use that knowledge over and over again, until you can't think of anything else but how good Wally makes you feel.

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[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Three — Raymond Leon + car sex

Pairing -> sub!raymond leon x reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), maybe kinda sorta dub-con just to be careful (but not anything big, it can be looked over), road head (don't do this irl be smart),

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: In Time characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Sometimes Raymond was a little boring. Not in any insulting way, only that he tended to be more stern and strict, and he always had to have things in control. It was probably something about being a timekeeper. That’s how they all were, at least the one’s you’ve met. But with Ray it was a little different, more . . . old. You didn’t know how to describe it. He wasn’t out of touch with anything, but he just had that sense of dullness in his personality that he carried around with him like a raincloud.

It wasn’t physical or anything — sex was great, and the stunts he did when he was out policing the timezones proved he was in great shape. He was twenty-five, after all, everyone nowadays was. But he was fifty or something mentally (what age exactly, you didn’t know, and didn’t dare ask). 

You loved him, so it wasn’t a major problem, but you did have to admit, sometimes you wished he would so something unprovoked, unpredictable, hot.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands (literally), your reached over and placed your hand on his thigh. Raymond noticed, but focused his attention on driving, not making any move to push you away. It wasn’t until you crept closer to his crotch did he say something about your behavior. 

“What are you doing?” he asked sternly. He glared at you, something you learned not to take personally. 

“Nothing.” You shrugged innocently. “Just tryna have some fun.”

Your fingers brushed over his crotch.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel he took off the other and grabbed your wrist.

“Stop that,” he growled. “Can’t you see I’m driving?”

“Yeah. That’s why it’s fun.”

You gave Ray’s cock a little squeeze through the fabric and he let out a little gasp, one you wouldn't be able to hear unless you were listening for it.

To your surprise, he didn’t say anything after that. He just stared dead ahead at the road, not giving you any indication he wanted you to stop.

So you didn’t. You continued to tease him thrugh the fabric, waiting for him to get hard, and when he finally did, you unzipped the zipper and pulled his hard length out.

You caught your boyfriend glancing at the side of the roads, looking out for other cars. But it was night and no one was there, like they could see anything in the darkness even if they were. 

“Relax. No one’s gonna see us,” you reassured him.

“I know that,” Ray breathed out as you rubbed his precum all over the tip of his cock. He shuffled a little in his seat. “Are you really going to do this? Now?”

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, halting your hand movements.

“. . . No.”

“Say the magic word,” you teased with a grin.

He sighed, not wanting to prolonge the foreplay. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Touch me,” he said, exasperated. 

“Good boy,” you said, giving him a long stroke.

He threw his head back, in annoyance or pleasure, you could not tell. He always denied it, but you knew he liked it when you called him your ‘good boy’.

“Go slow,” he pleaded, when you picked up the pace.

You chuckled. “Loosen up, Ray.”

You and Ray tightened your grips, yours on his cock, pumping with precision, and his on the steering wheel, desperately tyring to stay in control. 

You took your hand off for a brief moment, prompting Ray to glance over at you, only for his breathing to hitch in his throat when he saw you lean over spit on his cock, resuming your pumping.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s good.”

You fondled his balls, giving them a little pinch. He squirmed in his seat.

“Don’t move,” you demanded, taking off your seatbelt to fit his entire length in your mouth. 

The car swerved a little, but it immediately got back on track.

You gagged, but kept yourself down for a bit, before getting up for some air.

Ray groaned loudly. “Oh, don’t do that, I can’t focus.”

You both knew that he could easily push you away. He was stronger than you, but his desire was getting in the way of reason, and all he wanted to do was relax in the car seat, you here to give him a blow job like there wasn’t anything else the mattered.

You ignored his words, continuing to suck of his cock, hollowing your cheeks out and timing your breaths so you didn’t choke as much. You bobbed your head up and down, revelling in the way he wriggled away from you. 

Ray had enough, and pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking it on some grass. He stopped the engine and spread his legs, relaxing his arm on your back.

He came soon after with a whine. You swallowed his seed, making a disgusting gulping sound. 

You took the paper wipes from the backseat and wiped his cum off your face, leaving his now soft cock out of his pants. He tried to put it back in but you stopped him, wanting a nice view of his length. You put on your seatbelt and playfully slapped his thigh.

“Well? I wanna get home. Start driving.”

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[oonajaeadira]

Hi Adira!

Last week and next week I am living the life of a paid musician (pit then orchestra) and I am fried. Seeing as how you’re familiar with the professional performer life, I was wondering if you have any advice on how to make it mentally and physically sustainable?

I am hoping that more of these opportunities will come my way and I want to be able to do it without spending a week in bed afterwards…

Ooof. I've been there. I mean, you gotta do the basics--sleep, good food, water. I also rely on copious amounts of coffee.

But the thing that usually gets me through a prolonged show-mode slam is plan ahead and then literally taking it one. day. at. a. time.

Don't look down those calendar days and wish for Friday. It's only going to make you burn out on Tuesday. Literally living in the moment saves my ass every time. Assess what you need from moment to moment. Are you hungry? Need a snack? Just sit and rest? Got a couple of hours but just exhausted? Don't worry about the "other stuff." That will be waiting for you at the end of the week. Just do what you need to that day to feel rested in your mind and body. Even if it's just zoning out to tv; don't feel guilty about that. It's just for this moment. There will be productive moments later. This one is for Narcos.

This is not to say you shouldn't plan ahead. Get your laundry done before the big week. Make big batches of good food you can eat on the go or take very minimal time to prepare for a meal so you don't stress about food prep or fall into the trap of fast food which will zap your energy and time and moneys.

One of my biggest events of the year is a two-week period where I'm literally at the office at 10am, participating in the evening events from 5-11pm, and then co-hosting an after-event until around 1am. When you factor in drive time and showers, that leaves me just enough time to sleep. Sometimes.

So I make sure to do my laundry right before. I'll even maybe organize my closet in a way where I can just pull out clothes without thinking too hard. Take an assessment of your groceries/toiletries and make sure you have what you need, because nothing will frazzle you more than not having it and/or having to squeeze in time to get to the shops. (If you do have to have something, mail order.) Make a go-bag for the week with anything you might need (including an extra change of clothes if you need it).

And if there's anything you can put off until after the big event, PUT IT OFF. Just mentally prepare yourself for big focus on the performing for that short burst of time.

When my big event is coming up, this is an example of what I do for food:

Bag of nuts and/or trail mix to keep in my bag.

Bag of carrot sticks I can keep in the fridge at work and a jar of peanut butter at my desk specifically for them. Fk spooning that shit out, dip your sticks in it.

I will boil up an entire family-sized package of Buttoni tortellini, dump in a whole container of the brand's pesto sauce, one whole chopped bell pepper, three whole packages of sprinkle tomatoes (or one package of halved cherry tomatoes), a whole package of peas (steamfresh microwave packet), and half a chopped red onion. MIX. That will give you a pasta salad for at least a week that you can eat cold right out of the fridge or warm up real quick and has a ton of veggies. And if you need protein, you can fix your meats separately and just add them in when you fix up a bowl. The key is to pack it full of tasty veggies you like that will balance the oils/fats of the pesto and turbo charge the carbs for lots of energy. (Pro tip: get a pair of really good kitchen scissors if you're like me and bad at chopping veggies or have terrible knife skills or terrible knives. So much quicker to cut.)

Starbucks via packets are a life saver if you have access to hot water and don't have time to make/grab coffee.

Laugh when you can. Step outside and focus on one thing--one flower, the way the sun hits a stop sign. Let your brain be simple for a little bit every day--I call this "letting it hang to get the wrinkles out". When you've been stationary too long, stretch. And when you feel stressed, close your eyes and imagine Pedro gently placing a finger on any spot that is tense until you let it go.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Ohhh please do 37. Do you think they could have loved me? Extra points if you make it sad but sweet/give it a positive ending ✨ I love ur writing btw!

Thank you so much for the prompt and for your kind words! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I hope the positive ending makes up for the wait!

Steve doesn't talk about his parents often. Scratch that, he doesn't talk about them at all, but that doesn't mean their presence doesn't loom over him, casting prolonged shadows over everything he does, everything he is. He knows they are disappointed in his failures, his choices, only suffering his presence in their home because they know they would be judged. Public opinion matters to them more than their only son.

And Steve seems to believe everything they say about him, just takes it when they call once every few months and berate him for not utilizing his talents, not securing a sports scholarship ("we paid for your hobbies, Steven, all the equipment, and there is zero return. We really hoped you'd amount to something"), not doing what he's supposed to be good at. If someone calls him a failure, a washed-out ex-jock who peaked in high school, he just shrugs and never tries to refute it. Eddie sometimes wants to grab him by the shoulders, shake him, yell at him to believe in himself more. And if that isn't ridiculous, the master of self-deprecation lecturing the former king on self-esteem. But that's what friends do and Eddie wants to be a good friend to Steve. Maybe more, but that's not on the menu and Eddie will gladly accept any Steve-shaped dish he's offered.

So when the letter comes one week before his twentieth birthday, Steve isn't surprised. He skims over the precise, thin lines, his lips moving as he reads that he's on his own. His parents are starting over somewhere else and graciously left him the house (or what's left of it after the earthquake, even though Steve and all his friends did their best to fix it up). They say they'll gladly hear from him if he gets his life back on track, but until then he should think hard and long about what he wants and what he sacrifices by the company he keeps, the dead end jobs, his unsatisfactory choices. Eddie doesn't read the letter directly but sees Steve's expression, reads his lips, and even when Steve offers a small smile, saying that it had been long time coming, Eddie can't help but notice his trembling fingers and glassiness of his eyes. He wishes he could say something to make Steve feel better, but there is nothing, no hollow reassurances to make the hurt go away. He just offers to share a joint and lets Steve sag against him, lost in thoughts.

Eddie suspects that Steve must have fallen asleep, but then he hears that sentence and his heart skips a beat.

"Do you think they could have loved me?" Steve whispers against Eddie's shoulder.

He swallows, breath catching in his throat. "What...what do you mean, Steve?"

Maybe it's just his imagination, but doesn't his t-shirt feel a bit wet? "It's just...I wonder if I could have done something differently. I'm not smart, but I could have tried more. Maybe start in dad's company, prove him wrong. I've always thought they don't want to be around because I failed them, but...I wonder. I wonder if I tried more, if they'd still be around. If they could have loved me if I was who they wanted as a son."

Steve's voice is weak, defeated, and Eddie burns with rage, tightening his fingers into a fist. There were so many things he wants to do to those assholes and he marvels at the image of his rings tearing Harrington senior's stern face into shreds. He reaches behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders, pulls him into a clumsy hug. "I don't think they could have loved anyone, Steve," he mutters against Steve's hair. "No one but themselves."

And Steve seems to accept that, his breathing becomes more even and when they eventually say good night, he's smiling again. As Eddie climbs into his van and drives back to the tiny house government kindly provided for him and Wayne, he starts thinking. The next morning, he makes several calls.

Twenty years from the day Steve was born, Robin throws Steve a huge birthday party - in his own Frankenhouse, she had Dustin drag Steve away for the whole day and the excuses the young man comes up with are absurd, but Steve follows him, not questioning anything. He just enjoys Dustin's company. Dustin rambles about finding a perfect gift for Suzie for their anniversary (and when Steve points out that their anniversary was three months ago, Dustin scrambles up an excuse that it's actually for their half anniversary and he wants to customize the gift a bit, plus Steve is the only one he trusts with dating advice, so really he can't ditch him before they find the perfect thing, maybe they can stop for a lunch in the meantime, and does Steve want to be invited for a coffee or something for his birthday? Steve's eyes tear up a little at that because Dustin remembered what day it was and if that didn't make the younger man swear to all gods that the party had to be the best thing Steve ever experienced.

In the meantime, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle and the whole party minus the distraction do their best to make that prayer come true. They decorate the house, build an improvised pyramid of presents and bake a cake - there might have been a small fight over how to decorate and El wins by suggesting they should shape seven small figures representing them and a spiked bat from marzipan. The results are...questionable, but recognizable.

Eddie might have pushed them to go a bit overboard, gathered a crew of teenage boys to paint Steve's living room since its owner always complained about the peeling paint and impersonal taste of his parents. They create a surprisingly seamless gradient of yellow and orange, brightening the room and splashing the ugly couch in the process. When Mike sees the drops, he remembers that Steve really disliked this piece of furniture ("it's like sitting in a hospital", he used to say) and promptly writes FUCK THIS COUCH, YOU DESERVE A BETTER ONE, STEVE on the uncomfortable surface.

When they radio Dustin that it's safe to come back, Dustin basically shoves Steve inside and there is shared concern when Steve freezes as he takes in the new wall, the presents, the cake and a handmade banner saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE BABYSITTER/DINGUS. Then, to the surprise of everyone, he lets out a huge sob and collapses against the door. Eddie and Robin rush to him, removing his hands from his face, but he's beaming at them through the tears, pulling them into a clumsy hug. In the end, Argyle yells for a hug pile and Steve is suddenly squished by seven kids and five adults. He can't even bring himself to scold them for disregarding their safety.

As they pull him up and slowly disperse to bring over plates and drinks, Eddie adjusts Steve's hair to its usual perfection. "Now, you asked me something a few days back, Steve," he says quietly so only Steve can hear. "And I didn't have a good answer. But I have one now. Because those jerks not loving you has nothing to do with you, they're just damaged sorry excuses for human beings. So no, they couldn't have loved you no matter how hard you tried and for that they suck, so fucking much. But all of us," he gestures towards the people who gathered in his house for him, for Steve Harrington, "happen to agree they have a single redeeming quality. They gave us the most selfless and metal guy we've ever had the pleasure to know."

"Eddie-!" Steve gasps and he looks as if he's about to cry again, and well, screw respectful distance. Eddie touches his face and wipes the residual tears away, taking care of the new ones too in the process.

"Shh, big boy," he soothes him and grabs his hand, leading him into the kitchen, the living room still smelling too much like paint to spend the whole evening there.

Steve looks around and watches his friends, his loved ones. He sees Erica bringing disconcertingly large knives to cut up the cake, El floating confetti with her powers and Mike and Will quickly scribbling an additional gift for Steve - a promise from Will to paint Steve a mural of his choice on the new wall, Mike joining in to mix paint and provide snacks. He sees Argyle and Jonathan blowing up party baloons and playing with static electricity, making their hair stick up in the weirdest ways possible, Robin and Nancy giggling at them and betting who can get the wildest hairstyle. He sees Max and Lucas arguing in hushed voices about which present Steve's going to like the best. And of course he sees Dustin who sneaks past Eddie, steals his lighter and starts lighting the candles on his cake.

They all gather around him, smiling, even Max has a grin on her usually stoic face. The metalhead beams at Steve and theatrically grabs a glass and a spoon, ringing them for attention. When everyone goes quiet, he climbs on top of a chair and clears his throat. "I will keep this short, we're all tired and your cake looks delicious, sue me. Ahem. From all of us who happen to love you, Steve Harrington, with all your pretty much non-existent flaws except for outshining all of our hair and not caring enough about the best tabletop game in the world - happy birthday. We're all fucking glad you were born."

As everyone claps and cheers, Eddie jumps down and pushes Steve into the circle of his friends, towards the cake.

Robin hugs him and tells him to blow the candles. "Wish for something, dingus."

Steve snorts, leans over the cake and thinks hard, as his parents told him, thinks about what he wants. His eyes still linger on his friends. "I can't think of a single thing," he admits with a huff.

"Aww, isn't he cute," teases Eddie, nudging Dustin's side.

Steve's eyes stay on Eddie for long, stretching seconds. "Well, maybe one thing." As he blows out the candles, he maintains eye contact with Eddie and well, doesn't the dungeon master have the prettiest blush he's ever seen.

And maybe it's birthday magic, maybe it's the universe trying to restore some balance into Steve's shitty life, but in this particular case wishes do come true. They come true on the same evening when Steve sneaks out with Eddie to share a cigarette, it involves a rogue drop of cake cream on Eddie's lips and who are they to waste such a great dessert?

Steve's parents could have never loved him, it's a simple fact. But for the first time in his life, he doesn't care a single bit.

(also, Steve does keep the couch, refusing to get it cleaned no matter what. He considers it a staple piece in his living room and Mike feels ridiculously proud whenever he sees it)

[youryanderedaddy]

War prize

Summary: You get taken as a war prize once the barbarians take over your homeland.

Tw: nsfw, non - con, mentions of blood, slight corruption kink, size difference, slavery, deregatory language, degradation, possessive behavior, minor character death, spanking, mention of war

There is now part 2

Yoo guys, don’t worry if you voted for the other two options, I will write for them too soon enough. Anyways, enjoy.  

You weren’t supposed to be here right now with your legs covered in heavy metal chains and a dirty cloth shoved up in your mouth. Your friends weren’t supposed to be either captured or dead. Your side wasn’t supposed to lose against the barbaric tribe. So many things weren’t supposed to happen tonight and you were slowly getting used to the fact that your supreme leaders had failed, the army had raised the white flag high and you were currently in the enemy territory with slim chances of escape, with absolutely no memories of how you got there in the first place.

You could hear his heavy prolonged footsteps, the way the sharp heel of his boot dug into the rich soil and stomped all over the daisies and weeds just like he had done with your own people hours ago. He was getting closer to the tent by the minute and his shadow was growing bigger and bigger until the soldier finally pulled back the curtain-like fabric to the side and entered the tiny space you were forced into.

He was very tall, unnaturally so, nothing like the men in your tribe who, despite being strong and capable, were born on the shorter side. His face was rough and raw, his features symmetrical and fierce in their cold perfection, deep charcoal eyes, dark lips and a straight nose. The knight fancied his long black hair free and wild, letting it fall against his muscular shoulders softly, shiny, silky and healthy. In these territories the warriors wore very little clothing, finding anything covering their chest or ankles to be too distracting and suffocating during a battle. You tried to look away from his half – naked form but his upper body was sweaty and smooth, caramel in color, making it hard to look at anything else. In return the male simply stared at you for a few moments, grinning in amusement or maybe even satisfaction, and kneeled down next to the mat you laid on.  

“Hello, my little captive.” His voice was throaty and deep when he finally called out to you, a cunning smirk adorning his lips, giving him a sly foxy expression. The man reached out to cup your cheek and wipe away a tear slowly falling down, causing you to squirm away from his touch as if he held a hot iron against your face.

“Don’t touch me, you brute!” You shouted out before you had the chance to reconsider your poor choice of wording. The knight simply chuckled in respond and grabbed your hips roughly, making sure to dig his nails deep into the clothed skin before pulling you closer to his naked chest. You couldn’t help but turn red when forced to take in the warmth and firmness of his body – you had never been so close with a man before, much less your commune’s arch enemy.

“I will do so much more than that, sweet girl.” Raven whispered against your ear and kissed your neck softly, pulling your hair down so you would arch your back and whine miserably. “I won you fair and square, little slave.” He growled against your collarbone and bit down hard on the soft part of your throat. You couldn’t stand the hot wet sensations and you desperately wanted to get away from the warrior’s cruel grip, but you were helpless in your struggles, and even if you weren’t thoroughly tied up, you were still too scared to put up a fight against the barbaric male twice your size.

“You are so small and fragile, so vulnerable underneath me. I’ve always wanted something soft and pretty to warm my bed at night.” Raven admitted huskily as he tore apart your white satin robe, revealing your chest to the lingering glittering light coming from the gaslight above. Your pitiful whimpers were muffled by his lips slamming on yours and his wet slippery tongue forcing his way deep down your throat. The warrior was caressing your bosom, squeezing and fondling at it shamelessly, pinching and licking your nipples until they stood at attention red and swollen like cherries. “Such a pretty little slut, tied down at my mercy.” The knight moaned and slapped your breast lightly, enjoying the sheer look of horror on your beautiful face, twisted in panic. “I’m gonna make your tits bounce while I take you like a bitch in heat.” The man mumbled sadistically and slapped your other breast, this time using more force. “ I’m gonna make you my whore.” He cursed under his breath and lowered his head to suck on your neck once again.

Soon Raven got bored of playing with your tits and moved on to spread your legs wide open, pulling your panties down to your ankles. The sight of your sweet tight pussy exposed and displayed so wantonly was mouth-watering to the barbarian, and he could already feel his member harden painfully against your slit. You pleaded silently with your eyes to be spared, muttering quiet pleas, “no’s”, sobbing and clutching to the last bit of hope for mercy. Unfortunately, the warrior couldn’t hear a word, too fascinated by your luscious body and his own wild hunger.

“My beautiful little prize, all mine.” The man whispered almost affectionately, kissing you nice and slow this time, with his throbbing erection pressed on your entrance, inches away from your untouched virgin hole. “I saw you earlier today while you were tending to your parents’ wounds, pet.” He spoke suddenly, his length teasing your folds by slowly sliding in between your soft thighs. “You looked so precious in your desperate attempt to save them during the final fight.” The warrior continued, one hand coming up to stroke your hair in a sick yet comforting manner. “A sweet little thing like you shouldn’t be on the battlefield.” Raven kept going while rubbing slow circles on the palm he had forced you to open when you were clenching your fist tight. “You look so much better by my side, pretty girl.” The soldier placed a small peck on your temple, the lingering gentleness of his actions and the cruelty of his words making you sick to your core. You felt tired and overwhelmed yet the worst was still in store.

“I will tell you a little secret, slave.” The dark-haired male snarled at you and raised your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his cold black eyes. “I killed your father and took you all for myself.” He confessed in a low vicious voice, his scarred fingers tightening around your throat. The wet fury in your heart tangled together with the pain and grief of your loss, but the deadly grip around your neck forced you in place, still and lifeless like a doll. You wished you were dead just like your family so you wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of entertaining the enemy and his twisted desired any longer. “Now I am going to steal your innocence and make you mine, little bird.” Your face froze in terror and agony, having realized that, by the end of his words, the man had already pushed his manhood into your tight heat, piercing through your body, unprepared for the shock and the pain. “Sing for me, slave.” The barbarian hissed under his breath and moved roughly in and out of you, each new thrust sharper and deeper than the last one. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken down so easily, but you needed a way to cope with the harsh reality, so you cried out for him. You chocked on your pitiful sobs, screamed in pain and whimpered miserably just to survive another second of this meaningless torture.

Raven looked ecstatic, enticed by your lovely moans and whines, your sweet despair delicious on his tongue while he claimed your lips and explored your throat. Your tight pussy squeezed hard on his length, milking every bit of pleasure out of it. His eyes were blacker than the night sky, filled with lust and thirst for blood, unquenched even after hours of slaying the innocent souls determined to protect their land. Laying down on the cold ground, sweaty, violated and stripped of your pride, you wondered whether you were just another conquest to the warrior, perhaps ruining your purity was his way of proving that he and his people were the new rulers of the territory.

“What a sweet little virgin you were, and now you are bleeding on my cock while I take you, pet.” The barbarian cooed at you cruelly, choking you lightly, not tight enough to put your life in danger, but enough to keep you motionless and complacent, just a hole for him to fuck into. “I am going to cum in your cunt now, slave, and you are going to stay there and take it.” The man announced sternly and kept shoving his manhood down your channel roughly, pounding into you relentlessly until he came with a growl and released his seed deep inside you, painting your walls white. Your pussy felt raw and puffy, pulsating in pain around the cock still buried in. He wasn’t pulling out of you.

“Oh, little bird, did you really think that I would be satisfied with having you just once?” Raven taunted you gleefully, a sadistic gleam in his dark eyes as he took in the panic on your face, drinking it like a glass of honey mead. “I fought for you after all, precious.” The warrior muttered slowly, mere inches away from your swollen lips, bruised and red from all the biting and rough kisses. “I am going to savor you little by little.” He paused to catch your gaze and held it for a moment too long before focusing on your mouth again.

“You’re mine now, don’t you ever forget it.”

[queenshelby]

The Secretary

31 Days of Kink: Day 12

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Dom/Sub

Words: 1567

Imagine working for Thomas Shelby and…well guess!

***

‘Come in and sit down’ Tommy instructed as he indicated towards one of the armchairs in front of his large oak desk.

You complied with his request but couldn’t help but worry. Your performance has been rather bad over the past two weeks as you and your boyfriend were fighting once again.

‘Have I done something wrong Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

Tommy settled himself in the chair opposite you, long limbs clad in his dark suit. He loosened his grey tie and took it off, placing it on the desk next to him, as he spoke to you.

‘Today? No’ he chuckled. ‘But I am wondering what a young woman like you is doing in the office on the weekend’ he added.

‘Just…I don’t know’ you said. The truth was that you didn’t want to be at home with your boyfriend.

‘Don’t you have a man?’ Tommy asked.

‘I do’ you responded with a faint pink sheen painting your cheeks.

‘You do?’ Tommy smirked. ‘Is he not treating you well that you have to hang out here?’ he then went on to ask.

‘No’ you barely managed to say as a true blush suffused your skin and you looked away from Tommy.

‘Why are you with him then, eh?’ Tommy asked as he looked at you searchingly but you didn’t respond to is question.

‘Either he is rich or the sex must be pretty good if you stick around for a man who treats you badly’ he chuckled.

You shook your head shyly in response to Tommy’s comment and Tommy’s eyes widened.

‘So, he isn’t rich and the sex isn’t good…I see’ Tommy chuckled just as he stood up and took off his black suit jacket. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the light hair on his forearms on his pale but beautiful skin all the while he could feel you watching him.

Tommy knew that he should really should leave you alone. But your whole manner was as if you were waving a red flag and he was the bull. He could not resist any longer.

He leaned over you, hands resting on either side of your armchair. Your breath sped up and your pupils were dilated.

‘Maybe the right man hasn't come along yet, eh’ Tommy smirked as he lowered his face to yours.

Just as you were about to say something, Tommy tilted your head up and claimed your lips. But, it wasn't a romantic kiss. It was a sexually dominant one. He licked and suckled and lightly bit your lips, before invading you with his tongue. Your muffled protests instantly became aroused moans and Tommy could feel you surrender to him.

He withdrew from you, maintaining his grip. You were flushed, your lips swollen, eyes closed your breathing fast.

‘Stand up Love’ Tommy said. His tone was commanding and you didn’t dare to argue and complied with his request.

‘Good girl’ Tommy said before he resumed kissing you, then trailed kisses down your jaw and then your neck, which where he bit you ever so gently. You moaned and melted into him. He had you by the neck and your body understood, even if your mind didn't.

Eventually Tommy lifted you up and turned, placing you on to the desk. He then nudged your legs apart and resumed kissing you, bringing your body flush with his, pressing your breasts against his hard chest and pressing his hard cock against your mound through your clothing.

You were moaning and trembling and he pulled back a little and you let out a little automatic protesting mewl. He slid his hand under your skirt to feel you through your panties.

‘You're soaked already, Love’ Tommy grinned and your eyes snapped open, looking at him dazed, a little pained "Oh!' torn from your lips.

He withdrew his hand, then encircled your waist and glided both hands down your hips. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ Tommy grinned.

You moaned and tried to squeeze your legs back together, remembering your boyfriend at home. But, Tommy kept them open, his hands gripping your thighs.

‘Answer me Love’ Tommy asked as his grip tightened. He already knew the answer but he needed to hear it from you.

‘I have someone…’ you said. Your tone was breathless, lacking conviction.

‘I don't think you get this wet for your man now do you, eh?’ Tommy grinned.

‘No Mr Shelby’ you said. You closed your eyes, a shamed blush painting your cheeks.

‘So, I ask again. Do you want me to fuck you?’ Tommy asked, his fingers tracing over your mound.

‘Yes’ you nodded shyly in between moans.

‘Well then’ Tommy responded before pushing you down on to the desk and pinning your arms above your head. He glared down at you. ‘Are you going to behave and be good for me, Y/N?’ he then went on to ask.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you moaned as Tommy brought your wrists together and secured them with one large hand, then used the other to pull down your grey skirt and white panties.

Without warning, Tommy inserted a finger into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet’ Tommy groaned as his finger slipped into you with ease.

You moaned loudly in response and Tommy soon added another finger before finding your G-spot. While his fingers thrusted in and out of you, he circled his thumb around your entrance to take some of your wetness and used it to play with your clit. He watched you carefully, learning you, taking pleasure from you. You were arching into his fingers, wanting more and he took away his grip on your wrists and kneaded one of your breasts, pinching a nipple as he went.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as you responded to Tommy’s actions with pleasured gasps and began to tremble. You arched, muscles tightening, trembling, holding your breath, then you let out adorable undignified sounds as you came all over his hand.

‘That's it Love’ Tommy groaned as he withdrew his hand from you and tasted you on his fingers.

You opened your eyes dazedly, not seeming quite aware of where you were just as Tommy pushed his fingers at your mouth.

‘Taste yourself’ he said impatiently and you felt compelled to obey him. You licked his fingers and then, without further instruction, sucked him of all of your juices.

‘That looks delightful Y/N. I wonder how you'd do with my cock in your mouth…Let's find out, eh’ Tommy grinned as he came away from you on the desk and unzipped his trousers, untucking his shirt and freeing his cock.

You pushed herself up slowly before dropping to your knees in front of Tommy.

‘Open’ Tommy instructed as he guided his cock into your mouth. He was pretty big and you were unsure what to do exactly as this wasn’t something your boyfriend made you do.

You bobbed your head up and down Tommy’s hard shaft several times until Tommy took hold of the back of your head, wanting you to take him in further.

Just as Tommy guided himself into your throat, you couldn’t help but gag.

Tommy sighed, taking you by the ponytail with one strong hand to pull you away and letting go again.

‘There is enthusiasm, and you are obviously trainable. But let us work on that later’ he chuckled.

You withdrew, looking at him with a slightly hurt gaze and stood up in an ungainly way.

‘Now Love, let’s make you come again eh’ Tommy smirked as he grabbed your arms and turned you around before pushing you down on his desk.

He kept you down with his hands, gripping your hips, as he slowly lined his cock up with your entrance.

Slowly, he inserted his cock into you, inch by inch stretching your tight walls as he went. You were wet and open to him and there was no special resistance to his penetration. He lost himself in how hot and tight and wonderful you felt and the half-pained half-pleasure noises you were making for him.

Tommy began to thrust slowly then fucked you harder and harder, pausing occasionally to prolong the pleasure for both of you. You were trembling and moaning and then he sensed you tightening around his cock.

‘That’s it Love, come all over my cock’ he grunted as your legs began to shake.

‘Oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as your second orgasm washed over you.

After your high subsided, Tommy finally pulled out of you and made you drop onto your knees again.

You instinctively opened your mouth as you watched Tommy stroke his cock.

‘I expect you to swallow’ Tommy said sharply just before, with one loud groan, he filled your mouth with several spurts of his warm and sweet cum.

You complied with his request and, after you let him fill your mouth, you swallowed, not spilling a single drop.

‘Right, I've got some work to be getting on with’ Tommy said as soon as he came down from his high and zipped up his pants.

You quickly got dressed and turned to go, still dazed, and you were nearly at the door before he spoke again.

‘Y/N’ Tommy said and you turned back to look at him.

‘Break up with your man and come back into the office tomorrow. This time, don’t bother wearing panties, eh’ Tommy smirked.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said disconcerted and wide eyed.

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[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi!! can i please make a request for hate sex with dom jaehyun (maybe with a fluffy ending if it fits 👀 ) thank you so much in advance <3

Pairing: best friend's brother!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: e2l, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: hate sex, dom/sub, degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), throatfucking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, swearing

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thanks for the request, and i hope the ending isn't too jarring lol

You didn’t know what it was about Jaehyun, your best friend’s brother, that you hated so much. Maybe it was the fact that he was always so rude to you, barely saying hello, barely even acknowledging your presence when you were around. Maybe it was the fact that he walked around like he was god’s gift to women, and that women, in fact, would fall at his feet. Or maybe it was the fact that you were attracted to him and you hated that you were.

“What’s your brother’s problem, anyway?” you grumbled at your best friend, Mark, one day when Jaehyun had ignored you yet again.

Mark just shrugged. “Who knows.”

“Like, why does he have to act like that? It’s so annoying!” you complained, and Mark just looked at you.

“Y/N, why does it bother you so much?” he asked slyly. Your face heated up at Mark’s insinuation.

“It doesn’t bother me!” you countered, but Mark was smirking.

“Y/N, are you interested in my brother?” he waggled his eyebrows at you, and you threw one of the couch pillows at him.

“Absolutely not!” you lied, but Mark just laughed.

“That’s good, because you’re not his type at all.”

Mark’s statement cut you like a knife, and you didn’t think you could hate Jaehyun more.

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“Oh, I was expecting Mark, what are you doing here?”

You had gone over to Mark’s place, but Jaehyun had answered the door. He just looked at you and shrugged.

“I just came by to pick something up,” he answered, in a very bored tone. “You know he’s at work, right?”

“I thought he’d be home by now. No worries, I’ll come back later.” You turned around to leave, not wanting to prolong the agonizing conversation with Jaehyun, but he stopped you.

“You’re already here, you might as well wait.” He stepped aside, inviting you in.

You were in a panic, unsure as to what to do. On the one hand, you wanted to flee, but on the other, here he was, actually inviting you to spend time with him. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped inside.

“Make yourself at home, or whatever it is people say,” he said lazily, turning his back on you to go to the fridge and get himself a drink. He popped the soda can open and started drinking, and you looked at him with disgust.

“This isn’t your home so you have no business saying that, and it’s rude of you to get a drink without offering one to your guest!” you fumed.

He smirked. “You just finished saying this isn’t my home, so why would I offer you a drink?”

“Ugh! You’re maddening!”

“And you’re a fucking tease!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. He was looking at you, almost menacingly, eyes dark. You swallowed audibly then, as he put the soda can down on the table and walked towards you.

“You walk around giving me those looks, you think I don’t see them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shot back, “you’re full of yourself.”

“I know you want me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low, “so stop fucking teasing.”

You were seething, his ego filling the room so you could barely breathe, and the fact that he saw right through you angered you even more. “Get over yourself.”

“I’ve had enough,” he suddenly said in a gruff tone, “come here, now.”

Despite your anger, something inside you made you obey, and you walked over to where he was. He stared at you for a moment, eyes hard, before he pulled you to him by the waistband of your jeans and crashed his lips against yours.

He took your breath away, with the way his mouth was moving against yours, with the way his hands handled you roughly, squeezing your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hands up to his chest, meaning to push him away, but the solid broadness of the muscle you felt through his t-shirt made you change your mind, a rush of heat flooding your core.

“Just admit you’re a tease, Y/N,” he growled once he detached his lips from yours, “just admit you want me.”

“I don’t want you, Jaehyun,” you retorted, but you were grabbing at his shirt wanting him to take it off. “I hate you.”

“That’s perfect, princess, because I don’t exactly like you either,” he countered, his voice hard, and the tone of it only added to your arousal. He pulled your shirt off you, almost ripping it in his haste, unhooking your bra and flinging it to a corner of the room. Once he had your breasts bared to him he squeezed them harshly, pinching your nipples and making you cry out.

“Naughty girls like you need to be punished,” he continued, manhandling you until he had you bent over the back of the couch. You only had a moment to turn your head to watch what he was doing, before he was yanking your jeans and panties down to your ankles. You braced yourself once he unzipped, pulling out his cock, hard and angry, precum already leaking from the tip. He looked at you, eyes brazen, and without warning he slammed into you from behind, your hands falling to the seat of the couch from the force of his thrust.

“You’re gonna take your punishment, you’re gonna take my cock, and I’m gonna fuck you like the slut that you are,” his voice was gruff as he pounded into you, fingers once again digging into the flesh of your hips. “This is what you get for being a fucking tease.”

His filthy talk, his cock filling you to the brim, all of it had your juices coating the insides of your thighs, had you moaning shamelessly into the couch cushion. His tip kept hitting you in that spot deep inside, and the pleasure was building to a point where you thought you’d explode.

“Jaehyun,” you whined, “you’re gonna make me come.”

He pulled out then, the loss of him inside you making your orgasm die down. Tears pricked your eyes, you were so close. “Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he growled, turning you around to face him. “On your knees.”

You dropped to your knees in front of him, his angry cock at your eye level, glistening with your juices. Instinctively you opened your mouth, and he rammed it in with little grace. You didn’t gag, and he took advantage of that, fucking into your throat as he tangled his fingers into your hair.

“You like that, don’t you baby,” he growled, “it’s just what you deserve, you fucking tease.”

He continued to fuck your mouth, admiring the way his cock bulged in your throat. The absolutely feral look in his eyes was turning you on, and your fingers went to your pussy for some relief. He watched you hungrily, and it was enough for him, warm cum spilling into your throat as he tightened his hold in your hair.

“That was fucking hot, maybe I will reward you and let you come, what do you think?”

You could only nod, before he released his cock from your mouth and pulled you up to a standing position. Your knees were weak from kneeling, but they got weaker when he suddenly plunged two fingers into your wet pussy. You cried out, back arching, and he held you with his other arm as he pumped his fingers into you.

“You’re gonna come for me, because that’s what a slut like you does, you’re gonna come all over my fingers, got that?”

You couldn’t even respond, the relentless hammering of his fingers against your g-spot bringing you to an orgasm ridiculously fast. You gripped his arms when it hit you, your body shuddering, your juices spurting from you and coating his fingers, hand, and forearm. Your eyes had fluttered closed, and as you were trying to come back to yourself you could hear him chuckling appreciatively.

“Wow, Y/N, that was fucking hot.”

You opened your eyes to see that he was actually smiling at you, although you were mortified to see that you had squirted all over him. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all good,” he laughed, pulling you to him. “It was really hot.”

Still embarrassed, you let him pull you close, and you snuggled hesitantly against his chest, marveling at the change in his demeanor. “Jaehyun?” you questioned, wondering what brought about the sudden gentleness in his movements.

“Make no mistake, I still hate you,” he said, but his voice was soft, his hands rubbing your back as he started to press soft kisses to the top of your head.

You smiled to yourself before tilting your head to look at him. “I still hate you too,” you said with a cheeky grin, before pulling him down for a heated kiss.

---

Thank you for 1k!

[oh-katsuki]

Such A Fucking Klutz (Toji x Reader)

Pairing: Toji x Reader , Megumi x Reader (watching)

Content: Smut, fingering, size kink, maid outfit, slight dumbification, psuedo-incest, dub-con, corruption kink, daddy kink, voyeurism

TW: Size kink, dub-con, psuedo-incest, dumbification, corruption kink, daddy kink, voyeurism

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is so fucking dirty to me LMFAO, absolutely filthy. Archive fic

Megumi wasn’t really sure why his dad hired a maid. After all, they managed all the cooking and cleaning in the house just fine on their own and nothing in particular stood out to him as being an unmanageable burden. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his father would spend extra money on something they absolutely didn’t need. All of his questions were answered when he arrived at home.

He was greeted by you, standing in their modest kitchen in a slutty maid’s outfit that his father no doubt had you wear. Garter belts wrapped around your mid-thigh, holding up knee high white socks that squeezed the plush skin of your thighs deliciously. The dress you wore hugged your body, the skirt loosening at the bottom so that the back of it rose up slightly as to where the underside of your ass would be visible if you bent down. Of course his father would have you wear some shit like that. You looked like a klutz, sloppily wiping down the counter with a lackadaisical smile on your lips until you noticed Megumi.

“Oh!” Your mouth dropped open. “You must be Toji’s son! Hi, I’m _____.” You spoke in somewhat of a singsong voice, approaching him as if the outfit you were wearing didn’t make you look like you’d walked right out of a porno. You had innocent eyes, his dad always liked shit like that, the fucking creep.

“Hey.” Megumi spoke, struggling to keep his eyes from wandering down your figure, made small by the uniform. “Good to meet you.” He’d noticed how young you looked, only a few years older than him and for a moment, it crossed his mind that he could fuck you stupid on this kitchen table before his father got home. Megumi’s cheeks flushed.

“Likewise.” You peered up at him, taking in his pretty appearance before turning and getting back to your duties. The truth was, you’d never done housework before, you were just desperate for a job and when Toji offered it to you, you were inclined to take it. It was only an added bonus that the man hiring you made your pussy flutter with anticipation.

Megumi left the room, his eyes lingering over your figure once more before leaving. He didn’t want it to become obvious how much your pretty body made him want to fuck you senseless. He’d have to fuck his fist later instead, the thought of you in that maids outfit playing in his mind. Megumi wouldn’t let you bother him, though. After all, you were older than him (if only by a little), and it wasn’t any of his business who the fuck his father decided to look at.

He’d quickly discover that it wasn’t just looking when he came home early from classes one day to find Toji bouncing your body on his fat cock.

You couldn’t remember how it happened, but you assume you must have been cleaning, bent over the kitchen table to try and get as close to the center as possible. Toji just had to admire the way the garter belts bit into the flesh of your thighs, just had to admire the way your skirt rose up, exposing the plump underside of your ass, and of course he had to admire the slight line of your pretty pussy on your underwear. But you just had to ruin the sight by kicking the bucket beside you over, spilling the water across the floor.

“Shit.” You mutter, running to the kitchen and grabbing a rag to wipe it up. You get on your hands and knees, muttering apologies to Toji as he looks down at you. He likes the way your skirt now fully exposes your ass, and the way it sways back and forth as you sloppily wipe up the water on the floor. You really were bad at this.

“Such a fucking klutz, hm?” Toji spoke, walking so he was in front of your hands. “Interrupting the show like that.”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You were so clueless, so innocent, and such a fucking tease. It made Toji’s blood boil. Before you could open your mouth to speak, his thick fingers were coming to grip your jaw, pulling you upwards slightly as he leaned down.

“You’re awful at cleaning.” He seethed, his breath hot on your face. “What’re you gonna do to make it up to me?”

You let out a whimper, arousal pooling in your core as you rubbed your legs together to get some friction. You looked so small compared to him, like he could snap you in half if he really wanted to, so his grip on your face had your heart pumping against your chest. Your hand came up to grab his wrist, a small whimper escaping your mouth.

“ ‘nything,” You mumbled.

“I can’t fucking hear you.” Toji spat back, his fingers squeezing your jaw tighter.

“Anything!” Your voice caught in your throat and you squirmed. Fuck, you could see how hard he was through his pants, the way his cock strained against his waistband. It looked so thick and had you drooling at the thought. “I’ll do anything,,, daddy.”

The word slipped from your mouth automatically, but Toji gave a sadistic smirk, his eyes dipping to your lips before he released his grip on your jaw, shoving you back slightly.

“Stay on your knees.” Toji moved around the table so his back rested against the side, his hands gripping the edge. You could see the outline of his cock and your eyes moved from it to him as you licked your lips hungrily. Fuck, he looked huge, looked like he would fill you up and more. You weren’t even sure if he’d fit in you at all. “Suck it.”

He beckoned you closer, undoing his belt and freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. It popped up, slapping against his stomach with a low thump. Toji was fucking massive,,, everywhere. What you thought you saw through his pants was only a fraction of the main show and you whined at the sight, your big eyes meeting his own in a mixture of fear and arousal.

“Go on, get it wet for daddy.” Toji spoke, his hands moving back to the edge of the table as you brought yourself nearer to his cock.

You gave it a few kitten licks but he put a fist in your hair, angling your head up to look at him.

“Like you mean it.” Toji said, pushing your head back down onto his cock so you could lick a flat stripe up the side before taking the tip in your mouth. His dick was hot and pulsing against your tongue and so hard that it felt like it was fit to burst.

Toji let out a prolonged groan, his eyes coming back to meet yours as you struggled to fit all of him into your mouth. He was huge and beyond thick too, there was no way you were fitting all of him in your mouth without help. As you began to pull your mouth off of his length, Toji let out an angry grunt.

“All the way, princess.” His voice was taunting as he pushed you down further onto his cock, drinking in the sounds of the way you moan and choke around him. Fuck he wanted to be buried in that little pussy of yours, wanted to split you open, but he had to teach you a lesson first, show you how to be a good girl for him.

Finally he let you off of him, and you let out a cough, gasping for air before quickly returning to sucking his dick, your hands pumping what you weren’t fitting into your mouth. You were so wet by now, so needy for him that you were moaning into his dick, salivating as you drooled over it. The sounds alone were enough to have you whimpering for him and clenching your thighs together for friction.

“You’re such a fucking whore, huh? Been wantin’- hng- Daddy’s cock, haven’t you?” He sneered at you, his voice catching as you caught a sensitive spot.

You nodded, his cock still filling your mouth as you did so, the angle changing slightly.

“Fuuuuck, just like that.” Toji groaned, the hand in your hair tightening before he yanked you off of him. “You want my cock in the little pussy of yours? Want daddy to fuck you good, hm?”

You nodded, spit covering your lips and chin, and you reached a hand down to rest over your pussy. “Yes, daddy p-please. Want you so bad.” You cried out, your head falling back in a whiney moan.

“Apologize first.”

“M’sorry daddy, m’sorry for spilling the bucket, please.” You whimpered, your hand brushing your clit over your panties.

Toji picked you up off the ground and turned, setting you down on the table and spreading your legs open so his hands could have better acces to your aching cunt. He pulled the uniform down, tugging at one of your nipples before running his hands down the side of your body, sliding the dress down. His hands were rough and his grip was harsh as he grabbed your thigh, his other hand moving your panties aside.

“So fucking wet for me.” He let out a dark chuckle. “Guess you really are a fucking whore.”

He took four fingers to your pussy, running them up your soaking slit before rubbing lazy circles over your clit. Your head fell back in a whine, his movements relieving some of the tension that had been building. Toji loved your reactions, the way your eyes would widen in nervousness when he touched you exceptionally good, made him want to see you do it to yourself.

Toji took your hand, placing it over your clit and moving it in circles, his eyes dark. “Keep doing it like that, princess and I can help you.”

You gave a nod, hoping that you were doing it right for him as he plunged two calloused fingers into your pussy. They were already thicker than anything you’d had before and you whined at the stretch, your hand faltering as your breath caught it your throat. How the fuck could someone’s fingers fill you up so well.

“Don’t stop working that slutty clit of yours, or I won’t help you.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding and working your fingers through the strain. Fuck he felt good filling you up like that, felt so good as his fingers curled into that spot inside of you and his eyes bored down at the way your hand worked against your own cunt.

But you needed him, needed more, and so your hand picked up the pace, doing just what he taught you. Toji grunted at the sight, adding another finger without warning, causing you to yelp.

“Daddy, more, gimme more. More.” You whined, your hand working against your clit as you began to lose yourself in your impatience. He pulled his fingers from you.

“Y’know, I was gonna take my time getting you ready, but you’re such a slut, begging like that. ‘M just gonna give it to you, don’t fucking complain if it hurts.”

Toji grabbed your arms and pick you up so his dick was postured below your throbbing cunt. He could feel the heat from you radiating onto him, your slick starting to run down your inner thighs, and you whined out in impatience. Slowly, he lowered you down onto his thick cock, gritting his teeth as your pussy stretched to fit him.

Fuck, he was already filling you up and he’d barely pushed the tip in. His head was angled down to look at the way your tiny cunt swallowed his cock. Toji could feel the way you fluttered around him, trying so hard to take all of him in you. You swear you could feel him in your throat, and tears started to brim in your eyes at the way his thick cock was splitting you open.

“F-fuck.” You choked out. “S’ too much, daddy. S’too much.”

Toji chuckled, continuing to lower you down. “Too much? But you were just begging for it? Thought you wanted daddy to fuck you.”

“S’ big.” You babbled, tears now spilling down your cheeks.

“Too fucking bad.” You gasped as he bottomed out in you. You felt so full, you’d never been so full in your life. It hurt like a bitch, it did, but when you turned your gaze downward to look at where your little pussy swallowed his thick cock, you couldn’t help but groan. It was so hot, and his body was so hard against yours as his hands gripped the meat of your ass, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Toji groaned, rolling his hips against yours, adjusting his grip on you so he could bounce you on him as he pleased.

Already the heat in your stomach was building as Toji pulled out all the way to the head. His dick dragged against your walls, hitting every possible spot within you. Your fingernails dug into his back and he slammed you back down onto his cock. Fuck you were already close, and it was only one more thrust before your pussy fluttered around him, hugging his cock with your walls as you came for the first time, a strangled cry leaving your lips.

“You fucking cum already?” Toji brought a hand up, pinching your nipple hard to elicit a yelp from you. “Fine, but I don’t want to hear that whore mouth of yours complaining, because I’m not gonna stop.”

With those words, he lifted you up and plunged you back down onto him with a smack, his hips snapping up to meet yours. He had you by the ass, pulling your body on and off of his cock at a ruthless pace. Toji was so thick, especially around the middle, and each thrust had you feeling more full than the last.

“So f-fucking full.” You managed to choke out between thrusts.

“Yeah? You’re so fucking tight, I can feel you sucking me in.” Toji tilted his head to look down at where you connect. “Look at how well that pussy takes me.”

Your hand moved down to grip his bicep, your head resting on his collarbone as you watched the way he bounced you up and down, each snap of his hips making a slapping sound that echoed through the empty kitchen. Toji didn’t mind the way your nails dug into his skin, he was so focused on absolutely ruining that pretty pussy of yours. He wanted to make you his, so that you could never fuck another guy again, wanted to ruin you.

Like father like son. That’s the harrowing thought that crossed Megumi’s mind as he watched you in his kitchen. The way your tits bounced, and the moans that fell from your lips as his dad fucked into you.

He’d come home early, skipped club activities hoping to catch a glimpse of you in that uniform again. Megumi got more than he bargained for. The uniform was bunched at your waist, and your tits bounced beautifully every time Toji drove you down onto his cock.

He should feel guilty, should feel terrible, and should have left as soon as he realized what was happening, but he lingered a little too long. He lingered just long enough to commit the bounce of your tits to memory, and just long enough to remember the way your pussy stretched to fit that cock inside of you.

“Wanna cum again?” Toji asked, his arms bouncing you up and down at a furious pace, completely unaware of the visitor. He could feel the way your cunt fluttered around him and the way your pussy gripped his cock so tightly. His dick plunged into you, pounding into that spongy spot inside of you and hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Yes daddy, please.” You threw your head back, a loud and long moan falling from your lips.

“Tell me how good it feels. Gonna make that pretty pussy cream on my cock.”

“S’good daddy,” You moaned, your voice getting caught in your throat, tears streaming down your face at the painful stretch. “Y’feel so fucking good, gonna cum. Please, make me cum, daddy.”

Toji groaned, pulling your body up and down on his cock, his weight shifted backwards for a deeper angle, continuing his abuse of that toe curling spot inside of you. He was close too, you could feel his length throbbing inside of you as you unravelled on top of him, squirming and crying out at the sheer force of your orgasm. Your legs shook as you came, throwing your head back in a gratuitous moan as Toji fucked up into you. It wasn’t long before he completely filled you up, white hot spurts of cum shooting into you.

Your body goes limp in Toji’s arms, and he pants, his cock still inside of you as your cunt pulses around him in the aftermath of your orgasm. A mixture of your cum would leak out of the sides if he didn’t have you stuffed so full you could feel him in your throat.

“So good daddy, thank you.” You breathe out. Toji gives a grunt of approval.

Behind the wall of the kitchen, Megumi stares at his hand, chest heaving and cum glistening on the calloused skin. He wonders how the fuck he’s gonna pretend he didn’t see a thing.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

hiii babyy! could you do a overstim smut with remus? and somehow add some mocking/degrading in there, ik your busy but when you have the time <3

Overstimulation

Hellu baby!! Yes yes I can, hope you enjoyy <3

Warning: 18+!

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Remus is a sweetheart, but in the bedroom he is ruthless. Wether it‘s his wolf who can‘t get enough of you or him, he isn‘t satisfied with a few rounds of fucking. God the way he worships your body so diligently, makes you cum so many times and the way he kisses you has you melting. But his words? His words are absolute filth, degrading and mocking, cussing you out in such a gentle tone, you‘d think he was confessing his love. Remus can only be described as sin.

„Hey, Dorcas and I are having a girls night, we want you to come as well!“, Lily said as she looped her arm through yours on your way to the Gryffindor table. You sat down next to Remus, giving him a quick kiss and answered.

„I‘d love to-“, you were cut off by a hand squeezing your thigh and cleared your thoat,“ -but I can‘t, I‘ve already made plans..“

Lily pouted a little before she told you that she won‘t accept excuses next time. You put your head on Remus‘ shoulder, hissing, „What the hell was that?“

He just shrugged his shoulders, „Don‘t want you to go. I‘ve been a little restless, you know...“

Oh. OH.

You blushed a little, sitting upright and nodded. „‘Course love, whatever you need.“

He gave you an innocent smile, a mocking glint in his eyes and resumed to eat.

Oh Merlin, he‘s going to wreck you.

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„Soo“, Sirius said smirking,“Moony says he needs the dorm tonight?“

You groaned and gave him a warning look. „One more word out of your posh mouth and I‘ll tell everyone about the socks!“

Sirius instantly soberd up, raising his hands in defeat. He has been stealing James‘ socks and left them all over the castle, like a treasure hunt. It was too funny to expose him, the expression on James‘ face when he found yet another one of his socks in a potions couldron was priceless.

„No need to take out the big guns babe“, Sirius huffed. „We want the nice Moony back anyway, he‘s been a prissy git lately.“

You laughed a little, as Sirius dramatically rolled his eyes.

„I‘ll try my best.“

„Just suck his d-“

„SIRIUS!“

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„I want you to sit on the floor infront of the mirror and spread your legs.“

His tone was strict, accepting no back talk. You had to threat very carefully on nights like this, Remus was very merciless.

You nodded, getting up from his lap, but he tangled your hair in his hand and pulled you back down. You gasped when his cock pressed against your clit. He stared into your eyes, the complete domination making you weak.

„When I ask you something, you respond with your words, baby.“

„Yes Remus, I‘m sorry.“ You were breathless already, the way he was pressing against your clit made you want to grind down. Of course you didn‘t, that would mean punishment.

He gave you a curt nod and gestured on the floor between his legs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and you sat down on the floor, your head resting back against his abdomen. Spreading your legs you waited for further instructions.

Remus let his hands wander towards your breasts, fingers ghosting over your nipples and pinched them gently. You gasped, chest arching towards his hands and he smiled, pulling them harder. Whining you closed your legs to rub your thighs so you could feel some stimulation against your clit, but his hand came down hard on your breast, making you cry out.

„Now now pup, I never told you to close your legs. You want me to see your pretty pussy right?“

You nodded quickly, spreading your legs as wide as you could. He hummed in satisfaction.

„Look at you, already dripping all over the floor. Are you really that desperate to be fucked? Huh?“, he scoffed, pinching your nipples, before he leaned down to suck at them.

You moaned as his hands came down to rest on your pussy and felt you clench under his hands and mouth.

„You cunt‘s clenching already, feel that? You miss having my cock inside of your slutty cunt? Want me to play with your clitty? Hm?“

„Please Remus, need your touch.“

He leaned back again, looking at your begging face from above and gave you a mocking grin. „Oh baby, you can beg better than that!“

You whimpered, nuzzling your face against his crotch, blinking up at him innocently. He pulled his bottom lips between his sharp teeth, a needy glint in his eyes.

„Please Remmy“, you mewled, „please. I‘m begging you, need you so bad..“

He could‘t control himself anymore, kissing you hard, his hand squeezing your throat. He pulled back a little to mutter against you lips, „Get on the fucking bed.“

You hastily got up to lay down on the bed and he slipped between your open thighs. Nosing against your inner thigh he took a deep breath.

„Fuck, I can smell your neediness. Such a desperate slutty baby I have..“ He left hot open mouthed kissed along your legs, before he slowly trailed towards your pubic bone. He locked his eyes on yours and went down, softly kissing your cunt, tongue separating your pussy lips. Your toes curled in anticipation and he suddenly licked a broad strip from your hole up to your clit, immediately moaning at your taste.

Once he tasted you he was obsessed, consumed by you, his hands holding your hips still. Remus moved as close as possible, his tongue in your hole and his nose pressed against your clit, moving his head from side to side.

„God, I can‘t get enough of you“, he moaned as he lapped at your clit, two fingers pushing inside to curl around your sweet spot, „you‘re all that I think about and. I. hate. it.“ He thrusted in brutally with every word and you cried out, locking your legs behind his head. He groaned at that, encouraging you.

„Fuck, yes ride my fingers. C‘mon you stupid brat, fuck yourself!“

You rocked your hips, broken moans spilling past your lips, the tension in your pussy getting too much.

„Gonna cum gonna cum goona cum, please Remmy! Rem- ah“

He took your clit between his lips, locking his jaw and sucked hard, his fingers hitting the spongey spot inside of you with practiced accuracy.

„Cum then.“

You lost control, crying out teary eyed as you came on his face. He was growling, the vibrations prolonging your orgasm, making your hips stutter as you grinded your pussy against his lips. He kept lapping at your cunt, drinking everything you gave him like a starved man, moaning and groaning around you.

Remus pulled back, hands twisting your ankles to turn you in your belly. He pushed his fingers inside of your again, fast and mercilessly fucking you. You cried out, trying to get away but he held your hands tight against your back.

„You didn‘t think that I‘m done with you right?“, he hissed against your ear, biting at you cheek. „I‘m gonna make you cum until you have nothing to give. Until I can‘t taste you on my tongue.“

„Rem- too much ple-“

You choked on your words as his other hand came down on your ass in quick slaps, leaving raw handprints. You were crying now, pleading with him to let you go, but that only made him fuck your harder.

„You don‘t get to deny me what is mine!", he yelled, pulling you on your knees by your hair.

He took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.

„Remus!“

You came again, voice shrill with the force of your orgasm, squirting a little into his mouth. He moaned against your cunt, sucking your lips and hole to get all of it.

Letting go of your head you collapsed on the bed and he turned you on your back again, kissing you aggressively.

„Want a third one before I fuck you with my cock.“

„Remmy no, I can‘t it hurts!“, your voice came out weak, begging for his mercy.

He pulled you on his bare lap, hands grabbing your face, the sheer size nearly covering your entire head. He pushed his forehead against yours, eyes flashing with rage. Oh no, this wasn‘t just Remus talking now.

„If you tell me no ever again“, he bit out, voice unusually deep, „I will tie you up with my wand vibrating in your cunt all night. Understood?“

You swallowed thickly, believing every word. „Yes Remus, I understand.“

„Good“, he cooed, voice light again, „Rub your pussy against my thigh. There you go, good slut.“

You were breathing heavy, your clit rubbing against his thigh with every move of your hips. He leaned back on his palms, lip pulled between his teeth, observing you. The way he looked at you made you needy and you whined. Lord, his gaze was so desperate to fuck you already and he let out a condescending laugh when he felt you go faster.

„Ready to cum again? Fucking whore, look at how you‘ve soaked my leg, gotta make you clean it all up after.“

His filthy words made you go faster, clit catching delicious on his leg. Remus flexed his muscles and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell against his chest, hips still moving against him and cried out when he spanked your sore cheeks, pulling them apart to expose your hole. He spit on his fingers and rubbed against your asshole, making you convulse on his lap as you came again.

„Filthy bitch, you came again?!“

You whimpered, nuzzling his neck. He cooed, pressing kisses against your flushed cheeks. „Tell me what you want baby.“

You blinked up at him, deep in subspace and pouted. „Want your cock Remmy. Please?“

He gave you a lopsides smile, voice mimicking yours. „Please?“

You mewled, getting on your knees to nuzzle against his cock, leaving kisses on the side. He bucked his hips, spreading his legs to give you space.

He moaned as he talked, head thrown back. „Get your Remmys cock wet and I‘ll fuck your slutty cunt.“

You perked up at that, drooling on the tip of his cock and took him in your mouth, suckling lightly. Remus stroked your hair, humming with delight when your tongue rubbed against the vein on the side.

„Remuuus“, you whined, „please fuck my pussy.“

He pulled your head back and you released him with a pop. He picked you up and put you on his desk, the head of his cock teasing your slit. You jumped, legs trembling when he rubbed against your oversensitive clit.

„Remus please! Plea-“

He pushed inside, fucking you in a punishing rhythm, his hands locked around your neck to keep you upright. He was staring into your dazed eyes, his own pupils dilated with lust.

„Ah-“, your voice came out broken as you sobbed when he hit your spot, „there yes please!“

„Fuck baby“, he growled, angling his hips to hit that spot with every thrust, „you gonna cum again? Huh?“

„Yesyesyes- ah fuck please!“ You were a mess, tears stresming down your face, because it hurt so good.

He threw your legs over the crook of his arm and lifted you into the air, his cock even deeper inside you and fucked you so full of his cock, you felt him in your tummy. Obscene sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your ass and your needy moans where filling the room.

„Feel me ah in your tummy, hm? M‘gonna give you all of my cum fuck you better keep it all in.“

You were a blabbering mess, hands tugging at his hair to kiss him, his name leaving your lips like prayer. Remus pushed you against the wall, one hand on your clit as his mouth sucked on your nipples. He pushed you over the edge when he slipped one finger into your asshole.

„Full so full Remmy, Rem-!“

You cried out, cumming from the feeling of having every hole filled, squeezing him so tight that he couldn‘t hold himself up anymore. He came inside of your pussy in hot spurts, the sensation of his cum making you come again. Falling on the bed with you in his arm, cock still burried inside of you, he panted hard.

Still inside of you he rolled around so youwere underneath him, kissing your tears away. You were deep in subspace, whimpering with every soft word he spoke.

He grinned at you, proud that he could reduce you to a blubbering mess. „My good girl“, he croons, „only one to make me feel so good.“

He kissed his way down your belly and you pushed at his head. „Hurts please hurts Remmy..“

„I know baby“, he murmured, „only one more for your Remmy. C‘mon don‘t make me punish you now.“ His voice was determined , not stopping until he got one more orgasm out of you.

„Remmy“, you cried, „please, s‘too much.“ You kicked your legs weakly, trembling hands pushing at his head.

„Shut up“, he growled, „I didn‘t ask for your input.“

With that he dove in again, mouth on your hole to suck out his cum, whining as he tasted you both on his tongue. Remus pushed your legs up to your chest, rough pad of his thumb rubbing on your clit.

„Remusremusrem-“

„Go on, fuck yourself. Fucking bitch, can‘t get enough.“

You came with a high pitched shout, vision flashing white as your entire body trembled. He held you still, licking you through your high until he pulled away, face glistening with your arousal.

„Clean it up, pup.“

You kissed his cheeks, licking up your cum with sluggish movements and he kissed you when you were done.

He pulled you to his chest, cuddling you close. „Rest, baby. You did good.“

With that you passed out.

[sex-storytime]

If Only…

It is the middle of the afternoon and I'm lying in my bed wearing only panties. My mind starts to wander and my thoughts turn to Jeff - that is pretty typical of me lately. I think of all the different ways he turns me on and of all the wicked and dirty things I want to do with him when we see each other again. Actually since Jeff and I met I have been in what I would call a constant state of arousal. Sexually our relationship has been very eye-opening for me. I definitely have learned a lot about what turns me on and also how to be more upfront about sharing it, which is really very nice.

I wish I could be with him now - suck on his cock at this very moment! I have never truly craved someone like this. I actually fantasise about giving him head - just getting on my knees in front of him and giving him the most perfect blowjob he has ever had. I want him to feel like a king. MY king. I want to be his.

Mmmmm thinking about going down on him gets me worked up as I lie here. I let my hands roam around a little under the covers. I slide my hand down to my crotch and move my panties to the side so I can feel myself. I'm wet already! That was fast. I take my middle finger and slide it into my pussy and finger myself a little. I have masturbated countless times over the years, but it wasn't until I met Jeff that I started actually fucking myself. I would always lightly stroke my clit through my panties just enough to cum and release the sexual tension. But since I have met him I have learned to enjoy all aspects of pleasuring myself and even did myself with a dildo for the first time while he instructed me over the phone.

I continue working on my pussy until it's really wet - I love to get it really dripping and sloppy so I can use my juices to lubricate my little clitty - now that feels so fucking good. I also like my nipples to be nice and wet while I play with them. I LOVE to have my tits played with and my nipples teased - if you do that while you lick my clit that's a guaranteed cum.

I take my hands out of my panties so I can prop up the pillows and make myself comfortable and really get orgasmic. I wish Jeff were here right now - he knows what I need more than anyone every has - probably better than I even know sometimes.

But he's not here, so I have to improvise. I bend my knees and spread my legs. My pussy is on fire. I take both hands and grab my right tit and bring it up so I can just about reach it with my mouth and tongue my nipple as best I can, then the same with the other side - get them both wet with my saliva and both of my nipples are hard as rocks and pointing straight up. I let my left hand linger at my tits while I put the right hand to work between my legs. I could probably cum right away if I let myself just from circling my fingers over my clit. But I want to prolong this and I feel so naughty and horny. What I REALLY want is to be fucked every which way until I can't take it anymore and I cum and cum and cum. My favourite fantasy of him lately is actually this same scenario - that I am in my bed playing with myself getting really really worked up…

…Oh, you have no idea! The need for a cock in my wet cunt is overwhelming - I reach over to the bedside table and grab my toy, anxious to shove it deep into my pussy, when I have this weird feeling that I am being watched. I open my eyes and it is Jeff standing in the doorway - too fucking good to be true! But then I realise the scene he walked in on and I am extremely embarrassed. Before I have a chance to explain myself he walks over to me.

"Well well well you horny little girl, what are you up to?"

I'm totally speechless and he grabs the dildo from my hand, "What's this Babygirl? Were you about to fuck yourself with this?" He reaches down between my legs and rubs his entire hand into my pussy "I can't believe how wet you are you horny little slut! What do you think about when you're alone that gets you so wet?"

"You," I answer shyly.

"What about me?" he asks as he reaches down and squeezes my tits.

"I think about you inside of me, making love to me… fucking me."

"Oh REALLY," he says, handing me the dildo, "Now show me. Show me how you fuck yourself with your toy my dirty little slut. Fuck your cunt and show me how you get off when you're alone."

I open my legs and slide the toy into my still very wet hole. He encourages me while he undresses…

"That's it baby. I want to see you get nice and horny for me. Fuck yourself with that toy. Rub your clit with your other hand. Oh you're so wet, I can't wait to have you to myself all night and do anything I want with you."

Mmmm, that thought gets me really hot - the thought of being his plaything, the thought of being there to give him sexual pleasure- to suck him, fuck him, and be a total sex object to him in an interlude of complete and total lust. I WANT him to use me for his pleasure because I know I will be getting LOTS of pleasure in return.

By now I'm really moaning and twisting around on the bed, and I feel a pretty good cum building up. Just as it approaches, Jeff abruptly grabs the dildo from my hand. "Not yet," he says. "I'm going to take over." And with that, I know I'm in for it!!! I smile my wicked smile, I know he is going to give it to me good!

Just as he slips the dildo into my pussy I feel that craving for his cock return and I position myself on my side. With him standing over my bed I can suck him while he works the toy. I start to tongue his cock hungrily. "Oh yeah," he says, "I like how you suck my cock without even being told."

"Mmmmm," I answer, "That is because I have been dying to taste your cock for weeks. Can I suck it as long as I want? Can I suck all the cum out of it?"

He keeps working the dildo with one hand and with the other he alternates between teasing my nipples (mmm) and my clit - with the occasional spank to my pussy… oh yes, that makes me feel so naughty but I have to admit I like that occasionally.

After a few more minutes of him teasing me and me slobbering all over his cock he positions me on my hands and knees in front of him while he stands on the floor behind me. He grabs my hips and has my ass hanging off the edge of the bed while my hands grip the sheets. I'm ready to get fucked. I know he'll give me his cock any second. But instead I feel his hot breath at my pussy and his wet tongue flickering around at my clit. I almost cum right on the spot.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," I tell him, "Aaaaahhhh, eat me baby. Lick me. Flick my clit with your tongue. Mmmmm oh fuck, I could cum like this!"

He laps at my slit and takes his index and middle fingers and drives them into my pussy. He twists them around, then pulls them in and out slowly, and then actually fucks me with them while he lightly slaps my ass with his other hand. I let out a little yelp and he is amused. "Oh, do you like that? Do you like to be smacked on the ass a little?"

Once again I find myself fessing up to him about another one of my deepest darkest turn ons. And he plays right into it. He continues, "Naughty little girls like you who play with toys when they're alone in their beds deserve to be spanked! It's your fault for being a horny little slut."

He quickly shoves his erection into me without warning and continues to play with my ass, rubbing it and squeezing it between light spanks. Fuck, it is hot, his little spanks send vibrations throughout my pussy. I’m becoming light headed.

Next we concentrate on some serious fucking as he drills me from behind. I'm on the verge of coming again and when I'm about to cum I really let go of my inhibitions - I want to get off no matter what it takes. He has me so fucking crazy for his cock, which he keeps hammering me with from behind.

"Oh, yes baby, fuck me nice and deep. MMMmmm." I push myself back into him so I can feel him all the way in me up to his balls and I grind myself onto him as he pushes back into me. God it feels so good. He reaches underneath me and starts to rub my clit really fast back and forth and I feel the cum start to build up.

"Oh yes baby, just like that, rub it, rub my clit while you fuck my pussy. I'm gonna cum soon".

"Not yet!" he answers as he flips me over suddenly, "I'm not done with you yet." 

Now he has me on my back with my ankles on top of his shoulders and he slips his cock into my slippery hole. He starts to fuck me with long, slow strokes that drive me crazy. Mmmm, I love it like that. I look up at him and we lock eyes. I love to see his face while he fucks me. I lower my legs and wrap them around his hips so he can lean down and kiss me and we share wild tongue kiss. I want to suck his tongue down my throat and keep his cock buried inside of me forever.

After a few minutes of this I feel like I really won't be able to keep from cumming much longer. I know it is going to be big! "Baby let me get on top of you now," I tell him, "I want to ride you and cum all over your cock." He has no problem with that and we switch positions.

I slide myself right on to him and start fucking nice and steady while I grab hold of both of my tits. I tell him, "Oh my god, I love to fucking ride you baby. Your cock is so deep inside my cunt. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hot and wet you have my pussy? Mmmmm I love to squeeze your cock with my cunt. Do you like it?" I reach around and play with his balls a little. Then I lean forward some and brace myself with my hands and pick up the pace. I'm really fucking him now- we are both getting worked up and sweaty.

Then he puts his thumb on my clit and starts circling and circling in the wetness and looks up at me, "I want you to cum for me now… cum on top of me you little slut… I know you want to cum you horny little vixen."

Just as I start to cum I tell him, "Oh YES baby, I'm cumming all over your cock… can you feel it? Feel me cum all over you… oh god you make me cum so hard… oh my god there's so much cum in my pussy for you… oh yes" and my cunt is spasming all over his cock while my juices are flowing out all over his cock and balls. Oh god it feels so good to let it all out.

I keep riding him with even more intensity cause I REALLY want him to shoot a load inside of me. "Baby I want you to cum inside of me now. Can you give me a really big load baby? Mmmm I want to feel it… please give it to me now… give me all of your cum baby."

He is shaking and sweating and just about to shoot and as soon as I feel his warm cream inside my pussy I hop off and put my face between his legs, trying to catch the rest in my mouth. Mmmm it feels so good to taste the cum of someone who has just fucked me so well. I swallow whatever cum he has left and suck and lick his cock for a few minutes, loving the combination of my cunt juices and his cum.

I have done things with him and shared things with him over the past few weeks that I have never experienced in my life… and I have enjoyed it fully. I want more and more and I know that this is just the beginning…

We both regain our composure and wrap our sweaty bodies together. I kiss the sweat off of his forehead and he gently caresses my pussy and we kiss and kiss for the longest time. I know we will never be able to get enough of each other! I close my eyes and drift off to sleep feeling so much love and joy in the fact that I have learned to let go of all my hang - ups and have GREAT SEX with someone I trust with my heart and my body… and also with the excitement of knowing there is more to come.

[bestiesenpai]

Extracurricular - Gojo Satoru

Looool what do i think about this? Well I’ve never been too into the teacher x student thing, but I could try it out. I’m placing this as reader is a third year, 18+ of course, femme reader

It had to be just a coincidence. The little moments you’d share, how he somehow always ended up in the same empty hallway as you, how every time he’d pass you by, the back of his hand would brush yours.

It had to be your imagination. There was nothing between you two. He was friendly with everyone, always joking around and having a laugh. It would be stupid to get your hopes up now, or at all. Once you graduated, you’d be out in the world and he wouldn’t think about you anymore except for in passing.

It had to be because you were lonely that you had thoughts of what he looked like under his uniform. Those thoughts of bumping into him on ‘accident’ in the middle of the night with only barely there sleeping shorts and a big hoodie, looking innocently enticing and seemingly none the wiser. The countless nights you spent with your hand between your legs at just the mere thought of him.

But, if all those things were true, why was there someone knocking on your door and whispering your name in such a familiar voice?

“Hello?” Clad in the clothing you’d always wished to be seen in by him, you slowly opened the door just a fraction, and the gasp that went past your lips couldn’t be helped. “G-gojo?”

“Hey.” With an easy smile and an easy little chuckle, he leaned against the doorframe, effectively blocking out everything else but him.

“Uh…” You were at a loss for words, and it’d only been about two seconds. It was well past school hours, well into the night, not even the moon was out.

“Can I come in?” His question brought you out of your stupor, and you nearly jumped out of the way to let him into your room. As he came in and closed the door, the brief embarrassment of him seeing the stuffed animals and other random juvenile items in your room washed over you.

“Did you need something?” Toying with the hem of your hoodie, you couldn’t meet his eyes. Gojo stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips as he surveyed the room.

“Yes, actually.” His tone made you look up, and he spun on his heels to face you. Taking one long stride, he was right in front of you, and he bent forward to put his mouth right by your ear. “You.”

This time, the gasp you let out was accompanied by a soft snicker from the man in front of you. Unable to believe him, you took a step back and stared in disbelief. Gojo wore an easy smile, and his hands remained on his hips as you stared at him.

“A-are you serious?” Your voice cracked harshly and it was far too loud for this time of night, but you couldn’t help it. Gojo snickered again and stepped forward. Putting both hands on your back, he made sure you didn’t move away again.

“As serious as ever.” His breath fanned over you, and you let your eyes flutter closed. There was a quiet moment, and Gojo spoke again. “Unless, you’d rather not?” His hands began to slowly slide away, and you hastily grabbed onto him.

“No!”

“No what? No you don’t want to, or no don’t leave?” His teasing smirk stretched his whole face.

“Don’t leave.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Back were his hands on you, and he pulled you closer to him. Sliding his hands to your lower back, his long fingers fiddled with the hem of your hoodie before sliding under it and feeling your warm skin.

He didn’t have to ask to kiss you, your mouth was already puckered for it. The kiss was as teasing as he was, not nearly firm enough for your liking, and everytime you tried to push against him, he’d pull away. Letting out a disgruntled noise, you tried to grab the back of his head to keep him from moving, but he dodged that as well, and stepped away from you.

“You’re so eager, and I’ve only just gotten here!”

“Don’t tease me!” Huffing, you swiped at him and missed. You tried a few more times to grab onto him, but Gojo moved out of the way every single time with a laugh. Giving up on the game, you crossed your arms childishly.

“Aw, don’t get pouty now.” He cooed, grabbing your chin and shaking it.

“Whatever.” Pushing his hand away, you turned your back to him. You weren’t really cross at him, but the thought of wondering how far he’d go to make you turn around and face him again was in your head.

“What’ll it take for you to turn around?” Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, Gojo nuzzled his head into yours. He continued to coo at you, twisting your body from side to side and pressing his hips into yours.

Nothing. Nothing at all. Just say the word and I’ll do it.

“A lot.” You mumbled instead, and Gojo hummed. Dropping his arms once again to the hem of your hoodie, he didn’t hesitate to stick his hands under it and grab your breasts. He made an offhand comment about your lack of bra, and his thumbs toyed with your nipples.

Nudging your head to the side, Gojo kissed behind your ear, and trailed his lips up and down your neck. He was careful not to leave a mark on you, but every time his lips pressed against you he got the urge to mark you up for everyone to see.

Slowly, you leant back against him, and he adjusted easily to the added weight. With your arms down, it was easier for Gojo to explore your body. One hand stayed on your breast, massaging the flesh and tugging on your nipple a few times. The other trailed down, stopping at the waistband of your shorts and skimming the top.

“How about we lay down?” He murmured. With a final kiss on your neck, he untangled himself from you and walked over to your bed. Spreading a hand on your bedsheet, Gojo sat back against the headboard and patted his lap.

Spreading your legs across his lap, you could easily feel his hard on pressing into you through his pants. His lips found yours easily, and he cupped your face to keep you from moving away. When his tongue pressed against your lips, your mouth opened instantly for him. Winding your fingers through the back of hair, this moment was one you’d dreamed about.

The harsh smack to your ass was unexpected, and Gojo’s mouth easily swallowed the shriek you made.

The second one had you rocking forward on him, tugging on his hair in surprise.

Gojo’s hand grabbed your stinging cheek and squeezed it hard before smacking it again. This time, you moaned, and he smirked. Slipping his hand into your shorts, Gojo could grab at the flesh with no barrier in between.

His fingers drummed against your ass for a moment before delving deeper. It wasn’t a stretch for him to dip his finger between your cheeks and find your asshole. Pressing a finger against it, he let out a short grunt at feeling it pucker.

He didn’t stay long, and his finger found your entrance, slick beginning to coat you. Swirling his finger, coating it in your essence, he pulled it out and pulled his lips away from you to look at it.

“So wet already and all we’ve done is kiss.” Sticking his tongue out, Gojo swiped his finger across it. He smacked his lips obnoxiously as he tasted you, and his tongue stuck out again to lick his lips. “I’ll have to come back another time to get a taste of you again.”

“Why don’t you just do it now?” Pouting your lips slightly, you pushed your crotch into his.

“I want to savor these moments, (Y/N).” Putting his hands on your hips, Gojo pushed you to rock against him again. “We should take things slow.”

“This is slow?” You gasped as you got into the rhythm of dragging yourself across his pants. The friction of your underwear and shorts against your clit and the pressure of feeling his cock through his pants was enough to have you pulling his hair even tighter.

“I think so, yes.” He nodded, but he was just as out of breath as you were. Soon, the hands on your hips turned into arms around your lower back, forcing you to go faster until your legs burned and you cried out.

“T-tired, ‘m getting-”

“I know baby.” Planting his feet on the bed, Gojo readjusted his grip on you, and it was even tighter than before. Your hands abandoned his hair for wrapping around him, and your head fell forward with the first thrust of his hips upward.

“Gojo!” You whined, prolonging the ending. Your hips still pushed forward as best they could to meet his thrusts, but the force of his actions was making you weak. Pressing your face into his neck, you let out impish little moans.

“Fuck.” He gasped on a particular thrust, and his efforts doubled down. He managed to stimulate your clit with every thrust, making you whine and cry just like how he’d imagined you would. Even though his own legs were getting sore, Gojo forced himself to keep up the brutal pace, if only to hear you moan just one more time.

The way your nails dug into his neck let him know that you were close. Forcing his fingers to hold you even tighter, Gojo’s body curled up slightly with his efforts to dry fuck you. His own orgasm was hurtling toward him, and he had to make sure you got there first.

“Go-” You gasped, and he felt your body tense up as you came. Your moan was lost in his neck, the pleasure washing over you in waves.

“Shit, baby.” Gojo finally let himself cum, splattering his underwear with the sticky white substance. Jerking his hips up a few more times, Gojo squeezed you one last time before forcing himself to relax and ease up.

Gojo was breathing hard as he let himself collapse back onto your bed, tense legs stinging with pins and needles when he extended them. His fingers massaged your thighs, no doubt sore from the rough treatment.

“How ya feeling, baby?” Pressing a kiss to the side of your head, Gojo chuckled when you groaned.

“Amazing.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Slowly, you unwound yourself from him and laid out next to him. Staring up at the ceiling, you kept a hand on Gojo to make sure this wasn’t a dream, you weren’t imagining what had just happened.

“I should go.” Gojo said after five minutes, after the feeling of his cum in his pants had become unbearable. You tried to stop him, weakly grabbing at his hands and arms to stop him, but he pushed you back onto the bed.

“Don’t go.” With a soft whine, you stared up at him with big puppy dog eyes.

“That won’t work on me, so don’t waste your time.” He grinned, flicking your forehead. “Now get under the blankets and go to sleep.”

“No.” It felt incredibly childish to be this needy, but the shame had left you, and was no longer present in your actions.

“Go to sleep now and maybe I’ll visit again tomorrow.” Giving him a lingering look, you did as he asked. “Good girl.” Kissing your lips softly, Gojo walked to your door and stopped to look at you. “See ya tomorrow, baby.”

“Bye.” Giving him a little wave, you giggled at the dramatic kiss he blew you before turning off your light and closing the door behind him.

Class would be very different from now on.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Why Did It Have To Be Him

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: The Reader had a one-night stand with Bucky. Then a year later when she comes back he’s engaged to her mother. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (protected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, biting, hair pulling kink, light dom/sub vibes), reader is 23 and Bucky is 43, (they’re both consenting adults!) 

a/n: 18+!!! SMUT!!! NO MINORS!!!! I really don’t like writing DD/LG. It’s one of my biggest no’s, because I can’t get in that mindset. So the Reader is going to be Domming quite a bit. Bucky might have control for a few minutes but she is going to be in control most of the time. I also will be adding more fics as a continuation so watch out for that. I hope you enjoy this fic!!!

You were home from college for the summer, so you got a job at the local dive bar in your hometown. You hated having to stay with your mother. Even though you’re an adult she wouldn’t give you the privacy you needed. So you got a job to be able to rent your own flat, but you were leaving to go back to college in two weeks. So it didn’t really matter. 

It was a normal night at the bar, most of your regulars sat around the bar chatting it up and laughing. You passed out mugs of ale and different themed shots when someone walked through the door. You turned and saw one of the hottest men you have ever laid eyes on. He was easily twenty years older than you, but damn if he didn’t make you want to climb him like a tree. 

He wore a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His dark hair looked fluffy and soft as it sat upon his head. His blue eyes scanned the bar until they landed on you. He smirked and walked up to the bar and took a seat on a stool.

You watched him walk up and rolled your eyes at his strut. Here we go, you thought as you set a mug on the drying rack.

“Hey, sweets.” He smirked, “Can I get a finger of whiskey?” You turned away not fazed by his smooth attitude, and grabbed a glass and filled it with whiskey. 

“Here you go,” You said, and slid the glass to him. You were called to a table and went over to collect some empty glasses. You brought them back to the bar and set them in the sink for Steve, the dishwasher, to clean. You watched some guys leave and you went over to collect your tips.

“Hey, sweets. Can I get another?” The guy from the bar asked, and you came back and filled up another glass of whiskey for him. You leaned on the bar as he finished the whiskey in one gulp.

“So, what’s your name?” You asked, and he smirked a bit and chuckled.

“You flirting with me, sweets?” 

“No. I’m just wondering what to tell the paramedics when you get blackout drunk.” You shrugged and poured him another finger of whiskey. 

“Well, for that reason. I’m Bucky.” He greeted and held out his hand. You shook it.

“I’m Y/n/n,” You greeted, and grabbed two shot glasses. You poured two vodka shots and slid one to him. “To…” You trailed off holding up your glass.

“To getting blackout drunk.” Bucky finished, and you smiled and you both downed the shots. 

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So you don’t remember how it happened, but it was probably around the eighth shot when you and Bucky decided to order an Uber and head back to his place. You left the bar for Natasha to take over, she had just got there when you left.

As soon as you were in his flat, your lips collided with his in a hot dirty kiss. He pressed you up against the door and picked you up by the backs of your thighs. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed down your jaw and down your throat sucking hickeys all over your throat, marking you up. 

He carried you to his bedroom and set you down at the foot of the bed. He pulled back and stripped his leather jacket, white shirt, and shoes off. You kicked off your heels and started unbuttoning your blouse to reveal your lacy bra. You ran your hands up his pecs and cupped his face before pulling him into another makeout session. 

You spun him around and pushed him down. He sat on the edge of the bed and you straddled him and went back to kissing him. He gripped your ass as you gripped his hair. You yanked his head back and he growled as you started sucking and biting on his jaw and neck. You left dark hickeys on his skin as you moved down his body. You climbed off of him and stripped off your skirt and he yanked you back onto his lap. He skillfully unhooked your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. 

“God damn, sweets. You look good enough to eat.” He groaned, and you smirked and ran your hands down his chest. 

“Could say the same about you, baby.” You purred and nipped along his collar bone. He growled and latched onto one of your breasts and nipped on your nipple, while his hand fondled your other nipple. 

You arched into his touch as you gripped his hair. You grounded your panty-covered core against his hard-on. He pulled back from your chest and picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He tossed you onto the middle of the bed and quickly stripped his pants off, so it left him just in boxers. He climbed on top of you and kissed you passionately. 

He ripped your panties off and quickly stripped out of his boxers, without breaking the kiss. You rolled you two over so you were on top. You marveled at the sight of his large length for a minute before he caught your lips in another kiss. 

“Condom?” You asked, against his lips.

“Bedside table, top drawer.” He mumbled, and you broke the kiss to reach over and pulled a condom out of the drawer. You ripped the foil package open and rolled it down his length. You lined him up with your dripping pussy and he kissed you as you sank down on his cock. You moaned in his mouth at the feeling of his cock stretching you in ways you’ve never been stretched before. You rolled your hips in an experimental thrust and both of you moaned. 

You gripped his shoulders and started riding him hard and slow. So he could feel as your walls pulsed and squeezed around his cock. He was a moaning mess under you and to be honest it made you even hornier. To have this beast of a man at your will to use how you like. Man, you got so hot and bothered at the thought. You kissed him and felt him groaned into your mouth when you squeezed him.

“You look so beautiful under me, baby boy.” You praised against his lips, you felt him whine against your lips and you smirked. You moaned when his cock hit your sweet spot and you threw your head back. He caught one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked and nipped. He bucked his hips up to meet your thrusts, his hands gripped your ass as you ran your fingers through his hair. You gripped his fluffy hair tight and yanked his head back to nip and suck on his neck. 

“Oh, god, sweets,” He grunted, as you rode him faster. The head of his cock kept hitting her sweet spot and she hit her high. She cried out his name and rode out her orgasm. He thrusted up into her to help her through her high. Your walls throbbed and twitched around him as he prolonged your orgasm. You slumped against him letting him fuck up into you as he reached his high. Once you regained your mindset you started riding him again.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum.” You purred into his ear, as you clenched around his cock. He cried out your name as he came in the condom. You helped him ride out his high with slow and soft strokes. He bit into your neck to muffle his yell, he lapped over the new mark on your neck. He pulled away from your neck and captured your lips in another kiss.

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The next morning you woke up cuddled in the duvet of Bucky’s bed. You opened your eyes and looked around at the light-filled room. Your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. You smelled bacon and coffee so you stood up, only to realized you were completely naked. You found his boxers from last night and shrugged and put them on, then you put on his white t-shirt. 

You padded out of the room and down the hall of his flat. You saw Bucky stark naked in the kitchen he was only wearing an apron, while he cooked. He heard you come out and turned his head. 

“Hey! Good morning!” He said cheerfully, and you smiled at his enthusiasm. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his bare waist. 

“Someone is in a good mood.” You stated, and pulled back to pour yourself a cup of coffee. You took a sip as you admired his ass while he cooked. He finished cooking and set a plate of bacon and eggs on the counter. “I was expecting to wake with a note that says; “I’ll see you around. Call me.”, then your phone number under it. But if I do call you’ll never answer.” You shrugged, as you took a bite of bacon. 

“Nah, I’m a gentleman. So I wanted to make you breakfast.” He said, and took a sip of his coffee. You two ate in a comfortable silence, until your loud ringtone sounded through the flat. “What is that?” 

“Oh, my phone!” You exclaimed and tried to pinpoint the location of your phone. You saw it on the phone and you picked it up and saw your mother was calling you. You answered it and immediately she started yelling at you. Asking where you were, why didn’t you answer her calls, that you were supposed to be home for your going away party. Shit! You’re going away party. “Okay, okay. Mom, I’ll be home in an hour I swear.” You said into the phone, and that seemed to settle her. She hung up after you said your goodbyes. You looked at Bucky with an apologetic smile on your face. “I’m sorry. My mom needs me home.” You said, and his eyes widened. 

“Wait, you’re legal right?” He asked quickly, and you nodded. 

“Yes, of course. I’m just home from college for the summer.” You stated, and he sighed in relief. 

“So you have to go?” He questioned a little disappointed, you nodded.

“Sorry, Bucky. But if I don’t my mother is going to find me and drag me home.” You explained, and he chuckled and walked over to you. He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss, to which you returned. You quickly changed and collected your things and order yourself an Uber. When it arrived you looked back at Bucky as you opened the door. “I’ll see you around, baby.” You winked, as you walked out. 

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The next summer when you were off of school, your mother told you that she had a new boyfriend. No, correction, Finance. His name was James Barnes and she wouldn’t shut up about him, but you never got a photo of him. So when you were due home for the summer, she made sure to have a family dinner set up. 

It was around lunchtime when you came home. It was the middle of the day on a Monday so only your mother was home. She greeted you and hugged you and showed you up to the guest room since she turned your childhood room into an office for James. 

You spent most of the day outside lounging by your outdoor pool. You were wearing a triangle black bathing suit. You were reading a random book off your mother’s bookshelf because you were just bored. 

The sun was starting to go down when you went inside. You closed your book and walked inside. 

“Hey, mom. When is dinner going to be-” You trailed off when you saw your mother kissing a tall man. She pulled away when she heard you come in. They both turned to you and you saw that the man was Bucky. Your one-night stand from last summer. The guy that filled your dreams when you touched yourself at night or use one of your vibrators. The best fuck of your life, and he was sucking face with your mother.

“Oh, hi honey. This is my fiance James.” Your mother said, gesturing to him.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” Bucky smiled, and you let out a sigh. Why did it have to be him?

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[emotionalsuppork]

⁂Bokuto⁂       Bad Day

NSFW-

You watch your sodden boyfriend trudge in the front door of your new shared apartment. His eyes were downcast, and his shoulders droopy. Your heart squeezes a little at the sight, and you rush to grab a towel and meet him in the entranceway.

"Hey Kou," Bokuto toes off his shoes and hangs up his bag, but stops after that, standing still and slumped, dripping on the welcome mat. You take a step closer, and he finally looks up at you with tired golden eyes, "You alright?"

"It's raining," you can't help but smile softly at the frustrated pout, toweling him off and leading him to the bathroom. When you try to ask about his mood or why he's so pouty, he just grumbles under his breath. Deciding that distraction is key you follow him into the bathroom and sit on the counter as he showers. You talk about everything that comes to mind, from what you had for lunch to what you want for dinner. He doesn't really respond, passively grunting to let you know he is listening. You smile at that. Bokuto always listens, even when he's in a bad mood.

You manage to get him dry and dressed fairly quickly. Letting him decide where he wants to be, you wait patiently for him to finish, following after him. Usually, he gets straight into bed, and you take a nap together, waking up in a better mood, but today he heads to the living room. Watching him drop down on the couch and lean his head back, you try once more.

"Kou?" He glances at you from the corner of his eye, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, thank you, baby," He goes back to staring at the ceiling, and you sit down next to him, wracking your brain for anything that could make him feel better. You'd get him sweets, but you don't want to leave him. He probably isn't hungry yet so dinner won't help. You scoot closer to him and raise yourself onto your knees to face him.

"Would you like to, uhm, I can-I mean, do you want-" You're stuttering, trying to think of a good way to say, 'do you want to take all your stress out on me and rearrange my insides?' Shaking your head quickly, you huff and decide to just go for it, praying it won't make anything worse.

"Would fucking m-me make you...feel better?" You squeeze your eyes shut as you ask, hesitantly opening one after a moment of silence. Bo just stares at you in mild disbelief.

"Stop looking at me like that! It's just whenever I have bad days, you always run me a bath and-and touch me so nice and make me feel so good. I just thought maybe it would make you feel better... You seem tense," You tack on at the end.

He started smiling halfway through your stammering, slow and gentle, and so painfully intimate. Reaching his arms around you and guiding you sideways into his lap. Stroking your thighs, he pulled your legs open and slipped a hand between them but didn't move it. He cupped your pussy in a big palm and sighed heavily onto your neck. Your squirming eventually became too much for him, though, and he started pulling at your clothes and turning you to straddle him.

"You're so good to me, baby. You're so sweet and so so perfect. Thank you, sweetness. Can I? Can I play with you for a little while?" You're whining by the end of it, now sitting bare in his lap. He slips his hand back down to rub your clit, and you push down his sweats just enough to let his dick pop free. Bo lets you stroke him for a few minutes while he gets you wet enough to take him, stopping only when you start humping his fingers in spastic jerks of your hips.

When he finally pushes in, you're whining loudly and clawing at his shoulders for purchase. He'd probably be bleeding if he wasn't wearing a shirt, you've accidentally made him bleed before. Long angry scratch marks marring his back were common after he fucked you. He never blamed you though, never got mad. You panicked the first few times, but he always was quick to soothe you. "I know I'm big," Then he'd smile, "I don't think you can help it, pretty." He's still always adamant that it doesn't hurt him, and he truly never notices until he's looking in the mirror or someone points it out in the locker room.

You lose yourself in your thoughts as he sinks in slowly, stretching you to your limit, just like always. You start murmuring into his ear about how nice he feels inside you and thanking him for letting you make him feel good. Bo groans at the implication of you servicing him, doing this solely for his pleasure. He knows you're getting just as much out of this as him, but he also knows it's just a happy bonus. The thought makes him push deeper, and he squeezes his hands around your waist when you sigh out his name. Picking up your hips and dropping them down again, he starts a rhythm that's less you moving and more him moving you. You're losing your breath as the pleasure stacks up. Bo groans, and you look up to find him watching you. Fingers tight around your ribs, clenching at every honeyed moan passing through your lips. He growls low in his chest and leans forward to lick into your mouth.

A particularly hard thrust has you pulling back and squealing softly, which he mistakes for pain. Bo immediately slows down to a grind and moves his hands to cup your cheeks.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, pretty. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Quickly shaking your head and tilting his face to meet yours, you place a few soft kisses across the apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"It's okay, Kou, it didn't hurt." You tug his face up so you can look into his eyes, "And I want you to use me. Let me make you feel better. Take out your frustrations on me. I can take it." He looks dazedly at you, eyes blown wide, before shaking his head. You cut off his babbling about how he doesn't want to hurt you.

"I trust you, Kotaro. I love you so much."

He chokes, sputters a moment, then you're being tossed onto the couch and your legs are in his grasp. Big hands slide up the backs of your thighs to grip hard at the junction of your knees, brute strength forcing you into a mating press. As if you were ever unwilling. Bokuto thumbs at your clit for a second, trying to make sure you're still slick enough to take him. He finds your cunt gooey and eager and Bo immediately works on stuffing his thick cock back into your hole, now made even tighter in this position.

You whimper as he pushes in, but you wail when he starts pounding into you. He's rough and heavy and groaning, but it's never felt this good. Bo's biting down on your shoulder, and you can't breathe, panting and wheezing into the stifling air around you. You're barreling towards an orgasm you weren't really planning on, and Bokuto is doing everything in his power to get the both of you to cum. He tries to pull away and change the angle he's hitting you, but you're unknowingly refusing to let him go. Deciding to try a different tactic, he leans closer and rests his forearms on the cushion around your head. With your legs still thrown over his arms, you're spread out and stuck. He's so much deeper than you thought possible, and you're gushing after only a couple of thrusts in this new position.

He slows for a moment to let you calm down, but as soon as you have a little of yourself back, he speeds up again. This time he puts all his weight behind each thrust, and you lose hold of all thought, no longer aware of the shrill screams leaving you. A heavy hand falls over your mouth and digs into your cheeks, effectively silencing you.

"Hush sweetness." Bo hisses in your ear. You mindlessly try to whimper apologies from behind his hand, "It's okay baby, I know. I know. You just can't help it, can you? Not your fault, I've got you."

You're crying incessantly, a second orgasm ripping through you. Bo moans above you when you clench so tight he's thrown into his own high. The heat of his load in you only prolonging your pleasure. It's quiet for a few minutes. You catch your breathe and find your bearings, slowly starting to brush your hands through his hair.

He doesn't pull out of you quite yet. Instead, he eases your sore legs to wrap around his hips, pressing you to his chest and picking you up.

He pulls out in the bathroom after setting you on the counter, putting a towel down first so you wouldn't have to sit on the cold countertop. A hot, sticky mess of his cum starts dribbling out of your stretched hole, but he's already there with a warm washcloth, gently wiping it away. He cleans you both up sweetly, wordlessly, then brings you into bed when he's done. He's smiling the entire time, content. The calm atmosphere is only broken when he lays you down in the middle of the bed, accidentally jostling your sore hips. Bokuto winces at your quiet whimper and brushes the hair back from your face, apologizing guiltily and sitting close by your side. He stills when you wave him off, and his next question makes you smile.

"Did you mean to say that you loved me?" He's meek and won't meet your eyes, staring at where his hand rests on your belly instead. He's still wearing all his clothes, and it's a little funny that you're nude and he's not.

"Of course I meant it, Kou. I'll always mean it." He's suddenly beaming, but his eyes never meet yours. He gets off the bed to pull some clothes out of the dresser for you: panties, soft sleeping shorts, and one of his hoodies.

"You've never said it before." He's talking more like usual, lively and confident.

"You haven't either!" You giggle. Bo shakes his head, laughing, and raises your arms to slide the hoodie over your head.

"Yeah I have." He shocks you as he pushes the clean panties up your legs, followed by the shorts. He finally looks up and flushes at the look on your face, smiling widely but shyly, "Sometimes I tell you when you're asleep. Like in the mornings, or during a boring movie, or when I wake up in the middle of the night holding you."

Bokuto comes easily into your arms, shifting you both so you can press into each other comfortably on your sides. A few moments pass.

"Kou?" He hums, "Can I hear you say it? Please?"

He grins.

"Pretty girl, I love you."

[queenshelby]

The Last Semester – Part 26

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,991

Warning: Smut, Pregnancy Mentioned

Four months had passed and you had finally moved in with Cillian and Charlie who had become too much for his mother to handle.

After several letters to and from Nadine’s lawyer, it was decided that Charlie should have the choice. He was old enough and, unsurprisingly, he chose to be living with his father full time.

But full time didn’t mean that he didn’t see his mother. Whenever he wanted, he organised to see her and stay over at her place, probably around once or twice per week and all he had to do was to inform Cillian.

For Hendrix on the other hand, not much had changed and Nadine and Cillian were sharing custody which, for once, had started to work now that Nadine had finally met someone else.

The irony in it all was that it was your father who had introduced them at school pick up. He was a single father whose son attended the same school and, just like your father, he worked in theatre.

‘How nice, an invitation from your ex’ you said as you opened the mail over breakfast.

‘To what?’ Cillian asked almost surprised.

‘Her partner’s new play’ you said somewhat perplexed, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘Who would have thought that this would ever happen, eh?’ Cillian chuckled and you nodded in agreement as, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

You remembered that Cillian had invited Enda and your father over to discuss the premier of their own new play the following, but your father had been sick so only Enda could make it.

‘Look at you two with matching slippers’ Enda laughed as he walked in to the kitchen and noticed that you both started to look like an old married couple who was shopping at Primark.

‘You know what it’s like man. First, they move in, then they take over all of the cabinet space and then they start buying you clothes like this’ Cillian chuckled as he looked down at his fluffy Easter Bunny slippers, causing you to give him a nudge of disapproval.

After you offered Enda a coffee and Cillian had gotten the initial small talk out of the way, Enda started to discuss the play and then his birthday weekend in two months.  

It was his 50th birthday and he had booked a large cottage in Kerry for a long weekend. Amongst two other couples, Cillian, you, your father and your stepmother were going to join him and, whilst you thought that this might become awkward, you were also really excited about it.

‘I just wanted to talk with you guys about something in advance’ Enda then said as he brought up the getaway.

‘Lorraine is pregnant’ Cillian then said with a smile, referring to Enda’s wife who, herself, was only in her early thirties.

‘How did you know?’ Enda then asked.

‘Her boobs have gotten bigger’ Cillian said with a serious voice, causing Enda’s chin to drop and Cillian to break out in laughter.

‘I am just fucking with you man. She didn’t drink at the pub the other night’ Cillian then explained before you both congratulated him.

‘I thought I should tell you in advance, because this might be a bit of a sore point for you guys and I can understand if this bothers you, being around not one, but two pregnant couples for my birthday’ Enda explained, referring to your miscarriage and the fact that, to the best of his knowledge, you hadn’t fallen pregnant again yet.

‘We appreciate that Enda, really’ you said before giving him a hug and telling him how excited you were for Lorraine before asking him a bunch of questions. You knew that Cillian’s brother’s wife was also pregnant and it was indeed going to be a weekend full of baby talk for Enda’s 50th.

After you talked about pregnancies and babies for a while, you decided to leave Cillian and Enda to it as they had more to discuss about the play and Enda had warned you on numerous occasions that Cillian would get quite exhausted during times of on-stage performance.

***

Just as you walked out of the room, you could hear Enda ask Cillian in private about your plans to have children.

‘I know the pregnancy was an accident but, are you guys trying again?’ he then said quietly and carefully.

‘No man, we are not trying. We’ve been together for less than a year, there is no rush’ Cillian said, causing your mood to sadden slightly.

Whilst you didn’t want Cillian to know, the news Enda had broken to you that morning was difficult for you to digest.  

You weren’t trying, yet you knew that you would be excited if you were to fall pregnant again.

Cillian was an amazing father to his boys and, just last night, you found several pictures of him with them when they were babies.

He looked so happy and so content and you wanted to experience this for yourself and with your own children. The photos made your heart melt and fill with an unfamiliar warmth. He was outright beautiful in them, holding his boys, caring for them and loving them the way he did.

***

Later that evening, Cillian received a text from Charlie telling him that he would be staying with his mother for the night.

‘No kids tonight, do you want to go out for dinner?’ Cillian asked as he looked up from his phone just as you came walking out of the bathroom.

‘No’ you said, biting your lip as you approached Cillian.

‘I have a different idea, common’ you said as you took Cillian by the hand and began leading him upstairs, forgetting your robe on the floor.

‘I think I might like whatever idea you have’ Cillian chuckled as he followed you into the bedroom, where you turned around and pressed yourself again him, kissing him deeply and passionately.

‘Oh, I most defiantly like your idea’ Cillian said eagerly before taking off his t-shirt and pulling your body even closer to him, enthralled by the feel of your skin against his.  

As you kissed, you began to pull Cillian’s shorts down over his hips until they dropped to the floor. His rapidly-swelling cock pressed against your smooth pussy now while you wrapped your arms around another and kissed hungrily, tongues slithering into one another's mouths.

‘God, I love you so much, Cillian’ you moaned through your kiss. ‘I'm so in love with you’ you added, showing your affection.

‘I love you too, Y/N’ was his reply and your hands wandered freely around one another's bodies now, exploring and groping eagerly.

‘I want to taste you’ he then exclaimed and he didn't wait for an answer but simply pushed you backwards until your knees touched the edge of the bed and you buckled with a gasp at his directness, falling onto the bed.

You had barely bounced on the mattress before you spread your legs wantonly, inviting Cillian to lick your already wet pussy. As he leaned in, you reached down and used your fingers to spread your netherlips wide, exposing yourself to him. Your coral-coloured inner pink glistened, begging for Cillian’s tongue.

You moaned loudly and shuddered as he finally pressed his mouth to your pussy, snaking his tongue inside you. You tasted sweet and Cillian felt your legs wrap around his shoulders while your hands tangled in his hair, rocking his head. Cillian’s hands clamped down on your thighs, pinning you to him while he began to lash your slit mercilessly. There was no foreplay involved, he just wanted you as wet as possible for when he fucked you.

‘Oh God, Cillian’ you gasped, almost doubling over as he tortured you. ‘Fuck, you're going to make me cum’ you groaned.

You pushed up with your hips suddenly, crushing your pussy to his face and gripping his head tightly. Your groan of pleasure was guttural and shameless as you came and Cillian couldn’t believe how quickly you had cum.

‘Three fucking minutes, I am good’ Cillian smirked as he looked at his watch but, before he had time to think about anything else, you pulled him up to your face and kissed him, hard. Your tongue plunged into his mouth, tangling with his as you tasted yourself greedily. Your hips ground against his, your sopping pussy hungry for Cillian’s swollen, throbbing cock.

‘Fuck me, Cillian…I need you inside me’ you groaned after you pulled back from the kiss, your eyes flashing with lust.

‘Fuck me and make me scream as you cum inside me’ you then said eagerly and desperately.

‘You want me to cum inside you?’ Cillian asked somewhat surprised by your request and you nodded before pulling him close for another kiss.

‘Yes, please…’ you then huffed out and Cillian nodded and pinned you down, your loud moan all he could hear as he pressed his cock head between your slippery lips and sank deep inside you.

You pressed back up against Cillian, taking him in to the hilt. Your hands grabbed his ass cheeks and you began bucking voraciously.

Cillian looked down into your eyes and you stared back into his intently, lost in one another. He slid his cock in and out of your pussy, which flexed and gripped him tightly as you established a heated rhythm between you. Your legs wrapped around Cillian’s waist and you rocked against him.

You made no attempt to prolong your lovemaking, you just wanted to cum together. You could feel the sweat on your bodies as you fucked, panting as you stared into one another's eyes. The sticky, wet sucking sounds of Cillian’s member pushing back and forth inside you made you both wild with desire. His balls slapped against you as he pushed harder and harder, propping himself on top of you with his hands.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes’ you gasped, your eyes wide, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washed over you. Cillian pressed desperately, trying to reach as deep inside you as he could, knowing very well why you wanted him to cum inside you.

He arched his back as that tingling, boiling fire welled up in him and he clenched his teeth as he strained, calling out your name.

You crushed yourself on to Cillian, crying out loudly, your pussy devouring his seed as he filled you with rope after rope of his warm cum.

As the warm sticky fluids covered your cervix, your nails raked along his back. You almost wailed as you came, eyes squeezed shut while you worked your pussy around his cock. You pulled Cillian down to you and you kissed deeply and lovingly, expressing your deepest emotions for one another and you never wanted this moment to end.

‘I love you’ Cillian then said as he finally sagged down on top of you and you hugged him gently, almost purring as you whispered in his ear about how much you loved him too.

Your lips planted soft kisses along his neck and shoulder while your fingers caressed his back. He still moved slowly in and out of you and you squeezed the last drops of cum from him with your pussy until, eventually he pulled out and slowly rolled onto his back, bringing you with him to lean against his chest.

‘So, I assume that you want to fall pregnant again?’ Cillian asked, his heart still beating fast.

‘Yes…uhm…do you?’ you asked knowing that your question came a bit late as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

‘I think I answered this question when I came inside you’ Cillian chuckled before he grabbed a pillow from the floor and propped it beneath you.

You looked at him somewhat confused and he grinned.

‘Just making sure it stays in, eh?’ Cillian laughed before giving you another kiss.

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