#and his tight ass muscle t shirt oh my god

[thislittlecowcanfly]

manga panel studies of boulder shoulders and a tiny waist - oh, and Gojo too

[screampied]

Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant

☆ cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkin’ him, breedīng, mdni.

“h- holy shit..” choso’s eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. you’re straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckin’ arch he’d ever seen as you’re playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt would’ve been stuffed full of his aching cock. it’s veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. “you look so pretty in t.. this view,” he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.

“tell me when to start, baby,” you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cunt’s so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.

with a deep, protracted sigh, choso’s hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. “you can start,” he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cock’s slowly delving inside, pushin’ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. “o- oh my god, your pussy’s gonna kill me.”

“hng-” you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. choso’s thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.

he’s lean ‘n tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.

choso’s got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once you’re starting up a frenetic pace. “mhm, that’s it, baby. jus’ hold my hips.”

“god- you’re so hot,” he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he can’t help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- he’s drooling already. “look back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.”

with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.

he’s so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. he’s already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. “hi baby.” you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.

“h…. hiii.” he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckin’-there, and you let off a small yelp. it’s so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lips—christ..

choso’s rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. “f- fuck, don’t stop. don’t…fuckin’ stop—yeahhh, yeah like that,” and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. “ah. s- so warm inside, think ‘m hah- gonna make a…mess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.”

and he’s just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. choso’s cock dragged through your gummy walls through ‘n through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..

you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongue’s starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as he’s trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. “mhm, touch me more baby. don’t be.. shy.”

you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldn’t resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. “ughhh, i’m g- gonna,” and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. it’s so impactful that for a second—the half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. “faster, p…pleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like it’s your princess. ‘m all yours, a-all yours.”

“s- shit,” you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dick’s steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and you’re starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.

choso’s fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time too—

just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ‘n over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. he’s addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming release—syrupy pollen that’s slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.

“m..mngh,” he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully ‘oooh!’ at the swat of his hand and choso’s cock twitches inside of you. “wanna marry your hips. ‘m gonna…marry y-your hips, baby,” he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.

each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and choso’s damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. he’s soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds later—he finally cums… hard.

“oh, fuuuck—fuck,” he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. choso’s sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. “t- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.” and you didn’t even know what he was thanking you for.

choso’s eyes close as he’s still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.

it’s hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. you’re reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock that’s spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed that’s drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. “b- baaaby..” he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass that’s perfectly arched over his lap. “hah- think you just…impregnated me.”

“cho, that’s not possible,” you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you ‘pop’ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. “i can’t impregnate you, silly.”

“o- oh! right… um,” he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.

choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as you’re now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. “i mean- i can try to impregnate you then.”

with a hum, you nibble on his chin. “mhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?”

choso’s so cunt-drunk that’s he’s just entirely dumbfounded. intently, he’s staring right into your eyes—barely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. choso’s still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.

“l- let’s get married,” and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him again—this time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. “make me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..”

[girliism]

all the girls on your floor of your dorm HATED when patrick came to visit while on tour cause that ment they’d have to here constant banging and moan the whole time he was here.

“ladies, so glad to see you all again.” patrick walked through the dorm hall in his denim jeans and white t-shirt smiling like he owned the place. the girls groaned and complained begging patrick to get a hotel for the two of you instead.

you were on him the second you opened your door. throwing your arms around him. “pat! missed you so much.” patrick kicked the door close and you placed kisses on his neck. even if you and patrick texted and called all the time nothing beat having him in real life. “the girls still hate me.” patrick laughed, backing you onto your twin sized bed hovering over you. “they’re just jealous.” you joked playing with the zipper on patrick’s jeans.

what started out as a kiss on your nose and your cheeks soon turned into a heavy make out. yours and patrick’s tongues glide over each other. breaking the kiss patrick pulls his shirt off and yanks your pants off. your body gets pulled down from the force he used and you have to scoot yourself back up. you spread your legs, bare pussy on display for him. patrick lays in between your thighs gaze locks on your leaking cunt. “missed her.” patrick kisses up your thighs and places a small one on your clit making you let out a shaky breath.

patrick is basically making out with your pussy licking and kissing at you. you try to keep quiet but patrick shoves two fingers in you curling them. “oh that’s good keep going.” you hum. your fingers grip his hair. patrick gives a few more harsh sucks to your clit before his thumb replaced his mouth. “you’re all i think about on tour.” patrick gives you kisses all over your face. “really?” your toes curl when his fingers make contact with that spot in you. “mhm. think about you and your pretty face… think about cumming on it.” you can feel patrick smiling against you jaw as his thumb swipes back and forth on clit. “patrick oh my god.” you moans get higher and patrick’s fingers speed up till you’re cumming on them. “fucking soaked my fingers.” patrick pulls his fingers free putting them in his mouth. he moans sucking on his fingers eyes locking with yours. patrick shoves his fingers from his mouth into yours. you gag a little on them but you still roll your tongue around them. your shirt gets yanked up to your chin so patrick can get some attention to your tits. sucking and kissing on them.

usually patrick would have you on your knees with his cock down your throat but he wanted to be in you so badly. “fuck” patrick muttered watching you clench around nothing. “want my cock don’t you.” you nodded with his fingers still in your mouth til he pulls them out and takes your shirt off. “she’s missed him so much.” you lean up to kiss him again messy and wanting. “cry’s for it all the time.” your guys hands work together to get his pants off then patrick is roughly pushing you off him and flipping you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing.

yanking your hips up so you’re on your knees patrick kneads your ass cheeks before spreading them mouth watering at the view. “got to let me fuck you here.” patrick spits right onto the tight ring muscle. you whine and push your ass back against him. he was gonna fuck you there just not today. patrick took his hard cock and traced the head of it from your clit to your opening mixing his precum on you. patrick leans down to whisper in you ear. “i love you.” before his hand is yanking you head back by your hair and he slams his cock into you with no warning.

your bed bangs against the wall and your moans fill up the small room and your scalp burns as patrick pounds in from behind you. “squeezing me so tight baby.” patrick grunts letting go of your hair so both his hands can grip your hips keeping you in place so he can fuck you how he likes. “gonna fill you up leave you leaking my cum out your tiny pussy.” you can only answer in loud moan and whines occasionally letting out a small “fuck patrick.” your fingers tighten around your pillow when you feel patrick’s thumb poke into your asshole.

“m’gonna cum.” you slur. patrick lays a slap on your ass. “i thought good girl asked first.” patrick taunted. “please -oh fuck- please can i cum patrick.” you plead. patrick snakes his hand around your waist and rubbing fast circles on your clit. “of course.” was all you needed to hear to cum all of your boyfriends dick screaming into your pillow. patrick moans and grunts get louder after a few more hard thrust his hip still and he’s cumming deep in you. patrick stays inside you catching his breath before he pulls out. patrick swears under his breath watching his cum pour out of you swollen pussy.

you lay there on your stomach letting patrick lay kisses up your back moving your hair out of your face to kiss your lips. “you ok?” you nod and pull his face into your neck to hold him. he lets you hold him for a while. he releases himself from your grip to grab his shirt from the floor to wipe the two of you semi clean. showers can happen later right now all you wanted to do was lay with him. “how long do i have you?” you ask “i’m here all week.” patrick replies kissing your forehead. the two of you finding sleep before your RA can come and kick patrick out.

[dollfacefantasy]

Blue Jeans

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: request from @agent-dessis-posts - leon is looking extra fine in his jeans and when he gets out of the shower. you can't help if you stare... and maybe do a little more. i hope you enjoy!! (sorry i couldn't find a pic of him in jeans for the header)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v

word count: 2k

a/n: hello fantasizers! (that's what i'm calling you guys now cause i am delusional) back again! thank you all for encouraging my flip phone delusions on my last post. this post is a request. if you sent me a request, know that i am working on it as fast as i can. just be patient with me pretty please :) as always i'm giving you 1000 smooches for your reblogs or comments (they really make me smile and laugh so tysm) <3

Leon looked extra good today. You didn’t think he did anything different to his look this morning, but something about him was hitting you just right today. It was like you couldn’t help but stare at him since he had come home from work. You were trying to get some of your own work done on your laptop at the dining table, but he was unknowingly making that a challenge for you. 

He was reclined on the couch, sprawled across it with his arms behind his head, half-paying attention to whatever was playing on the tv. His thick biceps emerged from his tight white t-shirt and framed his face. The thin fabric did little to hide the definition of his toned abdomen and chest.

Your eyes trailed down his body from your place across the room, settling on his jeans. The way he filled them out was driving you a special kind of crazy today. His muscular thighs wrapped tight in that blue denim. You feel like you can practically see the outline of his dick against the material. Soon, he starts to sit up and you avert your eyes back to your screen.

Leon walks over to the kitchen, seemingly unaware of your ogling. He has his back to you while he surveys the fridge for a snack. You try not to drool as you continue to gawk at him. The muscles of his back were all but visible through that white shirt. But even better than that, your favorite part, his ass. Looking like it was sculpted by an actual god, you had to stop yourself from openly salivating over your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you.

He turns around, again snapping you out of your lustful daze. This time, he catches it though. A slight smirk appears on his face.

“You know, honey, I could just give you a picture. You could clip it to your laptop, so that way you can at least pretend you’re working,” he says. So he had noticed.

“Oh shut up,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “Like you don’t want the attention. You’re laid up like a fucking Calvin Klein ad.”

“I never said I didn’t enjoy it,” he says, his smirk growing as he walks to you. He kisses the top of your head and rubs your shoulder in a way he knows will work you up.

You look up at him, half-unamused, half-needy. You wrap your arms around his waist from where you sit, sliding a hand beneath his t-shirt to feel his skin.

“Maybe, you could give me some attention in return. Might help me focus,” you suggest as you drag your nails lightly over his side.

“Nope, you’ve got to finish your work, and I’m going to shower,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you say before pinching his side and snaking your hand out of his shirt.

He lets out a quiet laugh and shakes his head. “Be good while I’m gone,” he teases.

“Mhm,” you hum. As he begins walking away, you smack his ass, your hand making a muffled clap against the denim-covered flesh.

He turns his head, also trying to seem unamused now, but you can see the love in his eyes. You smile innocently at him.

“Mhm,” he repeats sarcastically.

“I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go,” you tease as he exits the room.

It isn’t long before you hear the shower turning on in the master bathroom. It takes a minute, but with him out of the room, you’re able to focus enough to get a substantial amount of work done. You’re clacking away at your keyboard, lost in thought, not really noticing how much time has passed or that the shower has shut off.

Your concentration is shattered, however, when your personal work of art himself comes strolling past you into the kitchen with nothing on but a towel around his waist. It seemed like he was glistening, every muscle shimmering in the aftermath of his shower. The towel hung low on his waist, accentuating his v-line and exposing his happy trail. The smell of his shampoo engulfs you as he struts by without giving you a second look.

Internally, you felt like a cartoon character with your jaw dropped and tongue rolled out, an outline of your heart beating against your shirt. You try to keep it cool though and not let on how desperately you want him right now.

“Really?” you ask incredulously, “That’s how you wanna play?”

“Am I not allowed to walk through my own living room now because it distracts you?” he asks, “I know I’m pretty babe, but c’mon.”

You can hear that teasing lilt in his voice and it’s just stoking the flames of arousal inside you more. You close your laptop and stand up. Coming up behind Leon, you lace your arms around his waist and press your cheek to the warm skin of his back.

“You’re very pretty,” you agree, “My beautiful guy. Who’s also an attention whore.”

“I’m an attention whore for existing in your vicinity?” he asks, turning around in your hold so that he’s facing you. He returns the embrace and rubs your back with his thumb.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, you’re my attention whore,” you coo and squeeze your arms around him.

“I guess that’s ok then…” he says as he tilts your chin up and connects your lips in a soft kiss.

You return the affection, your need pouring through your actions. His scent overwhelmed you in such close proximity. You move your mouth with his while your hands glide down to his waist. A couple of your fingers slip beneath his towel, gently tugging it loose. The cloth starts to fall from his hips, but he catches the center, holding it so it still covers his length.

You break from kissing for a moment to catch your breath and take in the sight before you. The gray towel hanging between his legs, leaving his thighs and and hips exposed. You look him up and down, and your hands lower to his ass to feel up the muscles there.

“Like what you see?” he murmurs as you make out.

“Mhm,” you hum, not moving your lips away from his long enough to speak.

He backs the two of you up toward the counter, spins you around, and bends you over the cool marble. You feel both of his hands gripping your hips and the towel now crumpled on the floor against your ankle. He then slides his palms over your ass, kneading the flesh before giving it a firm smack. Sliding himself between your legs, he rubs his semi-hard cock against you over your shorts.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” he breathes, his voice raspier as he rocks his hips back and forth, “This what got you so hot when you’re supposed to be working?”

“What can I say? You’re irresistible,” you tease, but it comes out more as more of a moan than you intend.

“Cute,” he chuckles before pulling down your shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor with his towel.

He drags his tip up and down your folds, teasing you as the head nudges your clit. You’re gripping the edge of the countertop as a whine falls from your lips.

“Baby, no more teasing,” you whimper.

“My eager girl. So impatient,” he says as he finally pushes himself inside of you.

You had been trying to think of a reply, but your thoughts get hazy as his cock fills you. You groan, and your head falls forward to rest against the smooth tile. That doesn’t last long because Leon’s hand is in your hair a second later, lifting your head back up and turning it slightly to face him.

“C’mon sweet girl, you were staring so much, now you can’t even keep your head up?” he grunts as he pumps in and out.

You whine and nod, letting his grip support the weight of your head. He smacks your ass again in time with a deep thrust and a strangled moan falls from your lips. You bite your lip as your eyes flutter.

“That’s right, baby. Let me clear that pretty little head so you can work. Can’t think straight unless you’ve had me inside you, yeah? It’s all you care about till you’ve had your fill,” he rasps and grips your hips harder.

His eyes roll back momentarily as your walls squeeze around him once his words sink in. You pulse and feel the hot coils of pleasure tightening in your stomach. He lets out what sounds like a growl at the feeling. The sounds of your skin meeting his fills the room as he picks up the pace.

“Getting close, angel?” he says and pulls you closer by your hair. Your back is arching and you straighten your arms to support yourself upright. You hear his heavy breathing directly in your ear and feel the hot air fanning your skin. 

You frantically nod in response to the question.

“Well, not yet baby,” he says and pulls out of you. You whine, about to complain, but he turns you around and boosts you onto the counter. He slides back in with a groan. “No, none of that. Just wanna see that beautiful face when you cum.”

The new angle has him battering your sweet spots with renewed vigor. He’s got one set of fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh, holding it up so he has room to work his hips for you. His other arm is wrapped around you and supporting your position.

You’re breathlessly whimpering, one leg wrapped around his waist and a hand in his hair. Your skin felt hot against his while the counter felt cool on your ass, especially after you felt the sting of his hand there a few times.

You were already close in the previous position, so you’re barely able to hold it together now. He can tell from the way you’re wildly fluttering around him. Your breathing becomes more like gasps as you approach that familiar edge. His hand on your back slides up to your head and pulls you closer so that his face is in the crook of your neck when he lets out a primal sound that’s somewhere between a whine and a growl.

“You there, honey?” he asks against your skin.

“Mhm,” you hum immediately, nodding again.

“Me too, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze me nice and tight, just like that,” he says, his voice strained and breaking off into a whimper at the end.

You shudder against him and gasp before letting out a long, low moan as you cum. Your body twitches and your head tilts back slightly. He presses some sloppy kisses to your neck before grunting and biting his lip, a choked sound of pleasure emanating from his throat.

His hips sputter and his thrusts lose rhythm as he releases too. You feel his hot, thick cum flooding your insides, the sensation making you tremble with satisfaction. His fingers press hard against your skin while his forehead rests on your shoulder. You feel his ragged breathing on your skin. It’s slightly cool from the light sheen of sweat you’d worked up.

The two of you take a second to catch your breath before disconnecting and untangling your bodies.

“You feeling better now? Less distracted?” he teases, brushing some hair from your face and kissing your forehead.

“Mmm, yeah, but I think I have to take a shower now too,” you say with a grin. You peck his lips in return and then hop off the counter and playfully smacking his ass again.

“I don’t know. You still seem to have something else on your mind,” he says, his own smug smile returning, “I didn’t think my girl would be satisfied after one round. Maybe a few more and then I’ll join you for another shower.”

“I think I like your plan better,” you say as he grabs your wrist and pulls you off to the bedroom.

[corroded-hellfire]

The Boy Is Mine (Red's Version) - Eddie Munson x Reader

For @carolmunson’s writing event! Thank you for hosting this fun and uniting challenge 🥰

Summary: A romantic evening at Eddie’s trailer where you finally put a long-time dispute to bed.

Words: 2.2k

“Mmm,” Eddie moans as he stretches his arms out over his head. His tight back muscles loosen at the movement, having become stiff from sitting in one place so long to watch a movie. This is the third week in a row you two have had Star Wars Date Night and even though you both love it, neither of you realized how sore you’d get sitting in one spot for hours or how many times you would need to get up and use the bathroom during the long films.

Your boyfriend looks down at you, where you’re resting your head on a throw pillow in his lap. He smiles as he gently traces his fingertips down your cheek.

“Ready for bed, beautiful?” he asks.

You roll onto your back to look up at him. A rogue curl falls down in your direction and you take the opportunity to wrap it around your pinky.

“I guess so,” you say. 

Reluctantly, you sit up and push yourself off the couch, allowing your boyfriend to do the same. The whole walk down the hallway to his bedroom, Eddie has his hands on you: gripping your hips, sliding them along your waist, tugging at the hem of your denim shorts. 

“I’m capable of taking my own clothes off, you know,” you muse as you step into his room.

“I know. I just think I can do it better,” Eddie mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses there and up the side of your neck. 

“Can I change into my pajamas and then you can grope me? Does that seem fair?” you ask. 

Eddie chuckles and takes a step away from you. The moment you move further away from him though, he grabs his chest and acts as if your distance from him is literally killing him. 

“Aw, damn,” you mutter as you pick your bag up from the floor and set it on Eddie’s bed. “Looks like I killed my boyfriend.” 

The overdramatic metalhead drops to his knees, making the thin walls of the trailer shutter, and crawls towards you as if you’re an oasis and he’s been in the desert for days. 

“Need…my…girl.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, you tug your shirt off over your head. Eddie’s eyes go wide and watch you like a hawk as you take off your bra and jeans as well. You slip an oversized Metallica t-shirt on and put your clothes back in the bag. Something pink and sparkly catches your eye and you perk up.

“Oh!” You pull out a small notebook, covered in stickers in all its glittery glory. 

“What’s that?” Eddie asks, finally standing up from the floor. He tosses his own shirt aside and undoes his handcuff belt. 

“Just something to prove to you that I’ve been right all along!” You point the notebook at him like it’s an accusatory finger as he strips down to his boxers.

“About?” Eddie asks. He grabs an old yellow scrunchie you left over a while ago and ties his hair back at the nape of his neck. 

Instead of answering him, you sit down on the bed and turn yourself until your ass is up against Eddie’s pillows. Then you lay back and kick your feet up to rest against the wall, leaving your body at a ninety-degree angle. 

Eddie situates himself the opposite way, his body lying the typical way with his head coming to rest right next to yours. 

“This,” you say as you open the notebook and begin to flip through the pages. Eddie tilts his head up to try and get a look but all he can see is swoopy handwriting in black ink scrawled across the white pages. “is the diary I kept in fifth grade.”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, running a hand down his face.

“I found it when I was cleaning my room this morning. Maybe now you’ll believe me!” you exclaim, and you begin to flip the pages with more fervor. “Aha! Here we are. My eleventh birthday.”

“Babe, you only invited me to your birthday party because you invited the whole class. It’s okay.”

“No!” you groan in exasperation. “I mean, yes, I did invite the whole class but that’s not why I wanted you there.”

“Right,” Eddie says, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, “it’s because you had a crush on me.”

“Ugh!” The fact that he doesn’t believe you drives you up the wall. But now you’re holding proof. It’s right here in black and white—and clearly not in your current handwriting. “Prepare to be proven wrong.”

You clear your throat before you begin to read your pre-teen self’s diary entry. 

“Dear diary, it was a pretty great birthday. I got a new bike from mom and dad. Chrissy gave me some new gel pens and Heather got me a Rick Springfield poster. But the best part of all was EDDIE! Duh! I didn’t see him when I cut my cake so later I grabbed a cupcake and punch to bring to him. I found him in my treehouse and we sat there for a while. Together. Just us! I wanted him to kiss me soooooooo bad but I knew he wouldn’t. It’s dumb to think he’d like me the way I like him. I can’t help it though. I just wanna take Eddie Munson’s face in my hands and kiss him until our lips fall off.”

You stop reading when you and Eddie begin laughing. 

“See?” you say, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with your own. “I bet you don’t even remember that day.”

Your boyfriend lets out a loud bark of laughter before raising his eyebrows at you.

“Wanna bet?”

The backyard is set up with long tables covered in colorful plastic tablecloths, grilled meats or snack foods laid out for guests to nibble on. The day is bright and sunny, but not blisteringly hot to be outside. It seems like half of your class is in the bounce house as you walk past it. A couple of your friends call your name, urging the birthday girl to come join them, but you have other plans. 

In one hand you hold a cupcake and the other a cup of Hawaiian Punch. You couldn’t find where your mom put the extra cups from this party, so you had to settle for the Fairy Princess themed paper cups you had from last year’s birthday. 

Squinting to keep the sun from your eyes, you take another scan of the backyard. Some neighbors talking by your dad over by the grill, a few of your aunts walking inside the house with your mom, and kids scattered around the yard like dice thrown across a Yahtzee board. But not the one kid you’re looking for. Still, you don’t give up. He was here before and you’re sure you would’ve noticed if he just left. 

As you come to the back corner of your yard, it’s both cooler and much quieter. The shade from the looming maple tree brought a sense of calmness to the small, tucked away area. You take a few steps closer to the trunk of the tree and when you look up you see the treehouse you built with your dad and uncle two summers ago. And hanging out the front entrance of your hideaway fort you see two dirty white sneakers, one looking a little worse for wear than the other. 

You walk around to the other side of the tree where planks of wood are hammered into the thick bark; your makeshift ladder. It’s a little difficult to climb with the confection in one hand and a full cup in the other, but you manage to do it without dropping or spilling either. Eddie’s head turns to you as you climb up the hole in the floor behind him. One corner of his mouth quirks into a smile and it has butterflies rushing throughout your stomach. 

Determined to not make a fool out of yourself in front of the boy you have a massive crush on, you set the cupcake and beverage down as you pull your body all the way up into the tree house. Once you’re securely up, you scoot over to sit next to Eddie. Your legs dangle next to his out what could be considered the front door of the fort. 

“What’re you doing up here?” Eddie asks, not unkindly but not exactly warmly either. His eyes never meet yours, instead gazing out ahead, in the direction of children laughing. 

“You missed cake,” you tell him. 

Eddie looks at you from the corner of his eyes and you realize he’s trying to determine if you’re being sincere or not. Anger settles in your veins and you’re suddenly ready to single-handedly take on any bullies that pick on this sweet boy. 

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Eddie finally replies. 

If only he knew how wrong he truly was. It seems like you’re always aware of where Eddie is in relation to you. Whether it be seated behind you in class, down the table at lunch, or halfway across your own backyard. 

“Well, I did,” you say, trying to quell the heat in your cheeks at your response. “And I brought you this.” You reach behind you and grab the Hawaiian Punch in the Fairy Princess cup. The reminder of what you’re giving him this beverage in has your cheeks getting warmer again though. “I ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?”

Eddie takes it from you and raises it to his eye level to inspect the different creatures depicted on it. An amused smile graces his lips, but he doesn’t laugh. 

“It’s good. Fairies are cool.”

His response makes you feel lighter as you wrap your fingers around the polk-a-dotted cupcake wrapper and present the vanilla dessert to him.

“And this,” you say. 

The boy takes a sip of the punch and sets it down next to him before accepting the cupcake. 

“Thank you,” Eddie says softly. It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him speak before. 

“No problem,” you answer, just as quietly. 

Slowly, Eddie peels the wrapper from the cupcake and takes a large bite that envelops half the treat in his mouth. As he chews, you notice he has a little vanilla frosting smeared above his top lip. You can’t help but smile as you gesture to the area on his pretty, pale face.

“You’ve got a little…”

Eddie sticks his tongue out and runs it around his lips, cleaning off the mess. 

“Actually,” Eddie says, tilting his head as he looks at you, “so do you.”

A frown of confusion creases your brow. 

“But I didn’t have a bite.” Your hand goes up and feels across your face. “Where?”

“Riiiiight…” Eddie swipes his pinky through the white frosting and dots it at the very tip of your nose. “There!”

The way your face crinkles up makes Eddie’s heart beat a little faster. And when your laughter joins in, Eddie swears he’s in love. 

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like you,” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Honestly, I thought you liked Chrissy.” You roll on your side and nudge Eddie’s earlobe with your nose. “That’s why I tried to copy her look as much as I could for a while. Didn’t work that well, but I tried.”

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to look at you. 

“Mhmm,” you affirm, not meeting his eyes. “Actually, I thought maybe you liked her again last year when you guys were chemistry partners. Or maybe that you’d never stopped liking her. I mean, she is really pretty and the sweetest girl, and—”

Eddie stops you with a gentle hand caressing the side of your face. He turns on his side so you’re nose to nose and slowly swipes his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true. I didn’t like her last year. Or in fifth grade. Or ever. I’ve liked you since the fifth grade, though.”

You slip off of the bed and rotate yourself so you can lay by Eddie’s side. He tucks you under his arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Sorry,” you say softly. “Guess I had a throwback moment after reading that adolescent angst.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not like I never get insecure.”

“Or jealous,” you add, but with a small smirk. 

“I guess, yeah,” Eddie agrees, cheeks flushing pink at the admission. 

“And possessive,” you say, tightening your grip on your man.

Now, Eddie has an amused expression on his face as he studies you. 

“And you like that?” he asks.

“It’s hot,” you explain bluntly with a shrug. 

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and presses his lips against your temple, leaving them there for a moment. 

When he reluctantly pulls away, he reaches behind him and turns off the light. The moment he’s back down beside you, you’re clinging to Eddie like a koala bear. He doesn’t mind one bit as he holds you just as securely. 

After a little while, his eyes start to slip closed. But before he falls fully asleep, he feels your leg slip in between his. Your knee lifts until your thigh is pressed right up against his cock. Suddenly, he’s not so sleepy anymore. 

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie grumbles out, making you giggle. 

“I would hardly call that a problem.”

[hoesheez]

Bad Apple…

Jongho/OT7

A/N: you know, the fleeting thoughts in my head don’t t always need to turn into a damn fic but uh, here you go haha 😳 i cant stop writing for ateez HELP!!

WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, vouyerism

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Choi Jongho adored his members, that was known to them. He proved it time and time again with his acts of service and kind words. But unbeknownst to them, sometimes he’d have more, perverse thoughts about them. He’d have these fleeting thoughts when they’d be in their dressing room, where he got a good look at each one of them. It wasn’t weird to be naked in front of each other, especially during concerts where everyone had to be quick to get back on stage. So he shouldn’t ever feel some type of way when he’d see them naked, but sometimes he just really couldn’t help himself.

His mind would go to those places where he’d imagine his members in lewd situations. He observed how touchy San and Wooyoung were whenever they had their shirts off. Wooyoung would stare and steal touches when he though no one else was looking, while San would lean in and tease the younger and whisper things in his ear. He couldn’t help but think what it’d feel like to run his curious hands along San’s defined chest, or how soft Wooyoung’s ass would feel in his hands. He’d watch Hongjoong quickly dress, admiring the little skin he would show and how he’d look around to make sure not too many people were looking. The man had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, although he was small, his body was still so beautiful to behold. His chest and ab muscles were softly lined, his rear end was tight and inviting. But most impressive was what was between his legs, his Captain sure was packing, his bulge ever so prominent in his tight pants.

“Jongho?” Yunho’s voice pulled him out of his trance. As if the big dick gods read his mind, Yunho appeared before him clad only in his boxers. Jongho fought every fiber of his being to not look down. “You’re up next,” he said sweetly to the youngest. Jongho had spaced out so much he forgot his place in line for the fitting.

He stood up and headed towards the stylists who quickly started to measure him and go through the fabric samples they had set up. From his position in front of the mirror, he could see the other members and stylists through the reflection. To any outsider it would look like chaos, but with how skilled the KQ staff was from their years of experience and how well he and his members listened, work was still being done despite the frenzy. He had a good look at the others through the mirror, his eyes began to wander further. He caught a glimpse of Seonghwa, his inability to not get ticklish whenever the measuring tape was put on him was starting to irk the stylists. Hongjoong came over and gave him a look and Seonghwa laughed hard before pulling it together. Jongho watched as the stylist was finally able to measure the man’s tiny waist. Hongjoong continued to talk to Seonghwa, the shorter man looking up into his eyes as he spoke, a bright smile flashed on his face. God he had the prettiest smile. “Can you turn around?” the stylist asked and the youngest did as he was told. Just as he turned he was met with Yeosang trying on one of the sample jackets for the stage. His thick arm muscles barely fit in the sleeves and the stylist quickly helped him out of it. His muscular arms that he had been working so hard on flexed as he tried on another garment. Jongho could feel his stomach erupt, a fire suddenly starting after seeing Yeosang in particular. The thing that topped it all off however, was catching a glimpse of Mingi’s bare ass as he changed behind a privacy curtain. The small crack between the fabric and the wall was enough for him to get a peak of Mingi’s beautifully plump rear. “Oh my god!” the stylist measuring him whisper yelled. Jongho quickly looked at them, realizing what had happened as he felt his dick begin to tighten in his pants.

A wave of embarrassment filled him as the stylist tried to reassure him that this kind of thing happens and if he needed to excuse himself he could. Jongho, as red as those apples he split in half, hurried out of the room. The others watched as he left, wondering what could’ve happened. Once he returned, after splashing cold water on his face and willing his dick to calm the fuck down, the stylists finished with him and helped him try on some pieces. After another thirty minutes, the stylists all bid farewell to them, the eight men thanked them all as they left and proceeded to get dressed. Jongho sat on the nearby couch, desperately hoping their manager would soon announce the cars had arrived so he could finally go home and really take care of his problem.

Seonghwa came over and leaned over him, placing a hand on his forehead, “You okay?” his voice was as soft as the hand he put on his forehead to check his temperature. Seonghwa smiled his signature smile when the youngest nodded. And of course, Jongho couldn’t help but wonder what Seonghwa’s pretty mouth would look like wrapped around his-

“Did you get a boner?” Mingi asked, his voice deep and curious. Hongjoong sighed as Wooyoung held back a laugh. “What? It happened to me before, when someone’s touching, so close to there, it just happens.” San giggled at the younger man, “What? You have no self control or something?” Wooyoung laughed harder and Jongho’s face got redder. “Will you all shut up, you’re embarrassing him.” Seonghwa exclaimed and patted Jongho’s head. Yeosang came over and sat next to him, putting one of those well toned arms that drove Jongho crazy around his shoulders. “Serves him right, for eyeing us all up and down like we were his prey,” his voice was impossibly low, sending a jolt right to Jongho’s gut. San sucked his teeth, “Oh? I thought i felt eyes on me, ones that weren’t Wooyo’s” the absolute unit of a man said as he walked up in front of him to stand next to Seonghwa.

“I wasn’t! No I wasn’t looking at you guys.” Mingi laughed, “And here I was hoping you could see me through the curtain that I purposely left open, what a shame.” Yunho walked over to where Mingi was seated, “I saw you, nice ass.” he said before leaning down and kissing his friend on the lips. “Hey now, this is about the youngest, why not save that for him?” Hongjoong said as he tilted his head, “I mean, if that’s what he wants?” Jongho locked eyes with his captain, nodding eagerly at him and earning one of his million dollar smiles.

Yeosang took the new opportunity to undo Jongho’s belt, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. “No wonder they couldn’t get a proper measurement, just look at it.” Yeosnag said as he pumped Jongho’s dick lazily. Seonghwa moved to sit on the other side of him, reaching over and helping to pump the youngest’s cock along with Yeosang.

Jongho was frozen in place, not believing for a second what was happening. Was he really getting a joint handjob from his members? While the others were pulling out their cocks from their pants? Yeosang and Seonghwa adjusted themselves so that they were laying on the couch, taking turns licking up his thick shaft. He watched as the two older men licked and slobbered all over his cock and balls, their tongues sometimes meeting each other as they licked eagerly. “Hey I wanna taste it too.” Wooyoung said with a laugh and knelt down in front of Jongho, adding his tongue into the frenzy while his hands squeezed Jongho’s thick thighs. The three men soon took turns sucking and taking his fat dick in their mouths. Jongho would take the opportunity to thrust his hips up into their mouths, one by one, earning moans of approval from them and the four men who watched behind them.

San, Yunho, Hongjoong and Mingi had since taken out their dicks and were stroking them, some of their mouths hanging open as they watched. Jongho patted the heads of the men who were sucking him off messily so that they could allow him to move closer to the waiting men behind them. “Come on Jongho.” the captain instructed and Jongho opened his mouth, taking Hongjoong’s cock in first. Wooyoung looked up from where he was kneeling, moaning deeply when he watched Hongjoong’s long cock thrust into Jongho’s mouth. He pulled away from him, pulling Seonghwa along with him to assist San. Yeosang moved over to the last two men who were without a mouth and knelt in front of them without needing to be told a word. Jongho moved to be on his knees, holding Hongjoong by the thighs and graciously sucking his cock as hard as he could. He moaned softly as his own dick throbbed between his legs, desperately needing to be touched, sucked or fucked. San threw his head back with a growl as Seonghwa and Wooyoung took turns sucking on his thick manhood. Yeosang was busy with spitting on Mingi’s and Yunho’s cock and stroking them eagerly. “So good Jongho, your throats gonna be ruined by the end of this though.” The captain took him by the back of the head, pistoning roughly into his mouth with those same powerful hips he used on stage. Jongho gagged but didn’t stop him as he fucked his mouth, tears beginning to sting at his eyes. It didn’t take long for Hongjoong to stutter against him, releasing his sticky seed into the youngest’s mouth. “Fuck, who’s next?”

Seonghwa pulled away from San and quickly got to his feet. He gave Hongjoong a deep, open mouthed kiss before undoing his pants and shoving his thick cock into Jongho’s waiting mouth. Hongjoong tucked himself into his pants and sat on the couch, watching the lovely display in front of him. Seonghwa smiled down at Jongho, “Look at our youngest, so pretty on my cock.” he sighed out. He was gentler than Hongjoong as he patted his head and thrust into him slowly. San and Wooyoung had taken off their clothes amidst the sucking and moaning. Wooyoung was bent over the couch, San’s thick fingers knuckles deep in his asshole. Jongho looked over at Yeosang who’s hair was being fisted by Mingi as he sucked Yunho’s long dick. He felt so overstimulated and he hadn’t even cum yet. Seonghwa noticed his desperation and caressed his cheek softly. “Who’s cock do you want next my love?” his voice trailed off into a moan as he thrust harder into Jongho’s mouth, finally cumming while he held the younger’s head gently. Seonghwa pulled out of his mouth, his white seed dribbling from Jongho’s swollen lips. “Yunho,“ Jongho’s voice was hoarse by now, his ability to be able to sing on stage tomorrow looking bleak. Yunho smiled wide and quickly came over to Jongho who was busy taking off his pants. He assumed the same position as Wooyoung and waited for the elder to rid himself of his clothes. Yeosang and Mingi followed suit and it wasn’t long before Yeosamg was bent over for the rapper as he prepped his asshole with his tongue. Hongjoong and Seonghwa lay in each other’s arms and watched as the other six men had fun with one another, admiring the way their moans sounded together. “Fuck Sannie!” Wooyoung’s shrill voice cut through the moans as San began a brutal pace behind him. Yunho entered Jongho from behind, taking it very slowly, knowing it was the youngest’s first time. He leaned over and praised him, giving him kind words of reassurance. “Just relax baby, and I’ll make you feel so good i promise.” Jongho buried his face in the cushion as he felt Yunho reach his prostate upon bottoming out. Mingi had Yeosang in a strong grip, fucking the elder so hard loud smacks resounded in the room. “Fuck!” Jongho yelped as Yunho picked up his speed. Jongho gripped his own cock, tugging on it hard, feeling Yunho deep inside. He felt his peak nearing, the sounds of his fellow bandmates moaning and fucking, the two eldest members coaxing them all on as they ravaged each other in sheer bliss. “Everyone, give your cum to Jongho, let him know just how much you love him.” Hongjoong said and the five men currently fucking and getting fucked moved to stand before Jongho. They all tugged on their cocks feverishly, looking down at Jongho and moaning when they saw he already had his tongue out waiting for them. They all groaned as they began to cum one right after the other. Jongho felt their hot seed spurt all over his face, some of it getting in his mouth where he eagerly lapped it up. He grabbed his aching cock and tugged hard, his peak nearing once again and threatening to completely ruin him. The five men around him finished cumming, covering him in a thick, beautiful bukakke. “Jongho.” they moaned out, watching as the man chased his own release. “Hello? Jongho?!” Yunho’s voice echoed in his ears loudly, his intense orgasm that was building soon stopped abruptly as he woke from his peaceful slumber.

“What?!” Jongho awoke with a yelp. The other members looked over at him, Yunho just laughed hard. “You dozed off, come on it’s your turn to get measured.” Yunho spoke as sweetly to him as he did in the dream. Jongho finally got his bearings and sighed, heading over to the stylists to get measured. He shook his head and felt like he was about to cry, reassuring himself in his mind that as soon as he got home he was going to have the most intense masturbating session of his life.

A/N: i think it’s fair to say all of ateez is dating each other, no wonder why all the ships just work??? SIGH!!! theres more after this as I’ve said i have a PROBLEM 😭

[sleeps-muse-24]

Vore Pt. 1

Hi everyone! Hope everyone is having a good day! This is some Vessel worship in honor of their North American tour! Please enjoy!

MDNI!!!! Warning: Dom!Vesselxreader, Impact Play, pure nasty smut.

3k words

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They were barely through the door before he was on her, lips on her like a breathless man trying to consume her entire being. Pressing her up against the door, she met him with the same fervor.

For a brief moment, she wanted to kick herself for what she was doing. There were so many other places she could go if she wanted to take someone home. But picking up a man from her own bookstore seemed like a bad idea in a variety of different ways.

But when he came in at eleven-thirty p.m asking for any books on ancient myth, whatever culture, she couldn’t resist. Especially paired with the English accent, near pitch black hair, and deep brown eyes that pulled her in immediately, with the tight black jeans, the random band t-shirt that she vaguely recognized, and open dark grey flannel overtop. It made her core clench at wanting to see underneath. 

It was like she was suddenly under the spell of a vampire, and she didn’t want to get out.

His hands were large, scorching her skin through her clothes. As desperate for her as she was for him. He might’ve been lanky, but the sinews of his muscles were tightly corded like a swimmer. 

He pulled away from her mouth, pressing hard kisses to her neck sending pleasure down to her clit.

Winding her fingers into his inky locks, she moaned, “What even is your name?”

A hand replaced his mouth around her neck, squeezing ever so tightly, as he pulled away to look at her. A seductive smirk took over his face, showcasing the slightly misaligned white teeth. “Why do you need to know, pet?”

“What am I supposed to scream?”

His eyes turned almost black at the raspy nature of her response. He wet his full lips, leaning into her ear. He paused for a second letting his breath raise goosebumps on her skin before ordering, “Ves. You can call me Ves.” “What is that? A family name?” She snorted despite herself

The next thing she knew, she was pressed against her apartment door, hands locked above her head by one of his. His free hand trailed fingers tauntingly down her spine before rubbing the globes of her ass. “Is that really how you talk to the man who is about to worship you tonight?” Her legs shook in her boots.

Worship.

The way he said it, he meant it. There was a deep conviction from somewhere her lust-addled brain couldn’t comprehend. 

Swallowing, she doubled down. “If you can’t handle my mouth, what makes you think you can handle the rest of me?” Ves merely hummed, swift fingers reaching to the front of her jeans undoing the button and yanking them down in one fell swoop. His deep groan when her skin was exposed, grabbing a handful of it. It was hard enough to be almost painful, and it made her pussy pulse in need. She needed it hard…and soon.

“It’s cute how you think you can top me, pet.” He leaned forward, the heat of him warming her back. “But I know exactly how to handle a brat like you.”

Three sharp stinging slaps landed on her right asscheek.

“God! Fuck!” Despite the pain–and definitely because of it–she ached to rub her thighs together to give herself some friction. Something to release the pleasure coiling in her stomach tighter and tighter with each slap that rained down.

Eight slaps in total. Each one painful and oh so delicious.

“Please,” she begged, her normal mind slipping away only to be replaced with the submissive she was deep down.

“Please what, pet?” Ves chided behind her. Slipping a hand around her front, he hissed through his teeth when his long fingers parted her folds and found how soaked she was. “Do you think you’ve earned my forgiveness for that mouth?”

She was burning. She needed to cum more than she needed air, but he wasn’t going to let her if she didn’t work for it. She just knew it in her bones. Turning her head to look back at him, he looked like a dark God in her apartment. Backlit by the faint digital lights in her kitchen, he was sex, sin, and darkness all wrapped into one ready to consume her wholly. And she was willing to let him. “Let me go, and I can earn it. Please, I can earn it.”

Ves took a shuddering breath, visibly affected by her words. Dark eyes search her desperate ones for a moment, basking in the dominance powerplay happening, before nodding. “I control the pace.”

“Anything,” she whispered.

“Careful, pet. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He released her. She quickly turned around and dropped to her knees before him. He stroked the side of her face briefly before a hand tangled in her hair, giving it a controlled tug. “Green means you’re good. Yellow means slow down. Red is full stop no matter what. If you can’t speak then tap my thigh three times if you start to panic.”

She knew those terms well, it was normal to brief safe words and actions before, but there wasn’t anyone who had said it with so much conviction that she actually believed them. But with Ves’ hand tangled in her hair, staring down at her with something swimming in his eyes, she believed him. Nodding, she undid his pants and dragged them down his legs.

Her mouth watered at what he was hiding underneath those tight black jeans. A thick, long cock was her gift–one that wasn’t quite sure if she could manage.

But she damn well was going to try.

“Open, pet,” Ves, ordered.

Gripping his thighs for support, she opened her mouth wide. 

His cock slid home, gently at first, letting her get used to his size. Slowly, he worked it in until every thrust was hitting the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose the best she could, she ran her tongue on the sensitive part of his shaft. 

Ves hissed when her teeth gently scraped by accident. “Yes, pet. Just like that.”

Pain. He liked pain just like she did.

Tears stung her eyes as he thrusted harder, the hand gripping her head tightly so he could fuck her face. She moaned at the bite of pain. He groaned at the vibrations coating his dick. “Okay, pet,” he breathed, “Are you ready to take more?”

She gripped his thighs harder.

“Yeah.” Ves’ pace slowed enough that she inhaled deeply through her nose. Relaxing her throat, he inched back into her mouth only this time, not stopping at the back of her throat. Ves tightened his grip, ordering, “Breath for me. You have to breath for me.” She was trying. God, she was trying. Tears stung her eyes as he carefully inched down her throat. He was so big, almost bordering on too big.

“You can take it, pet,” he praised her groaning when she faux swallowed and her throat muscles tightened around him. Rubbing her tongue on the underside of his cock, she realized she wanted him to get off. “Gods, you take me so well.”

Closing her jaw slightly, her teeth hit him once again and that little bite of pain was Ves’ undoing. “Fuck!” He slammed his fist against the wall as he came down her throat.

She swallowed every drop like she would never drink again. 

He pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

She knelt there gasping for air, tears tracking unceremoniously down her face. Ves knelt immediately, pulling her into a warm embrace. “You did so good,” he cooed, stroking her back and cradling her head. She hiccuped. Why on earth was she crying? “You did so so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” She clutched him tightly, halfway noticing that the both of them had their shirts on but missing pants, as his praise lit her up from the inside out. It felt so good–to be praised. Not a lot of her previous partners did it, and it helped soothe something in her soul.

He held her as she calmed down, and cupped her face when her tears dried. “How’re you feeling?”

“Green,” she rasped.

Ves’ thumb rubbed her cheek, the dark pools of endless night that were his eyes drawing her in. “Are you sure? Because I can leave now and skip down the street clicking my heels. There is no pressure to continue.”

Her heart melted. Grasping his wrists, she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to his. This was a different meeting than when they first got the apartment. They were so pent up from the back and forth at the bookstore, the flirting clouding their minds with lust.

No, this was different. Ves was slow, savoring each movement and matching her at every turn. Tracing the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips, he groaned. The kiss got deeper, and Ves slid his hands under her ass.

She sucked in a breath. “I’ll take care of you, pet,” Ves promised into her. “I’ll take such good care of you, please let me.” The way he begged, pleaded with her sent shivers down to her clit. She nodded. “Yes, Ves.”

She was in his arms in a second, their lips never leaving for a moment. Somehow, they made it to her room, Ves kicking the door closed behind them.

Laying her down gently on her covers, he stripped off his shirt revealing those lean corded muscles she felt earlier. He wasn’t bulky but he was a work of art. Moonlight trickled in from her window, bathing him in shadows.

Sex and sin.

She took her own shirt off, letting him drink in her body to the fullest. The moment was filled with nothing but his increasingly heavy breathing as his eyes roamed her form. Ves wet his lips before kneeling in front of her. “The debt that I owe,” he whispered.

Her brows pinched. “What?”

“Touch yourself, pet,” he said, fisting his cock. “Show me how you like it.”

Her hand slid down her body of its own accord. Electricity shot through her when her fingers found her clit. The pressure that was building in her lower abdomen was like a powder keg ready to go off. Circles and circles drew on her clit, eyes never leaving Ves’. He pumped his cock in time with her hand, matching her in every way.

It was the most intimate thing she had ever experienced.

Her orgasm was close. It was just there, but she couldn’t get there. She whimpered in frustration.

Ves must have seen it on her face because he crawled to her getting right between her legs–so close that he inhaled deeply the scent between her thighs. “What do you need, pet?”

She only whimpered, applying more pressure to her clit. But it didn’t do what she thought it would.

His hands caressed her outer legs, soothing the frustration and keeping her focused on him. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it you. I’ll give you anything.” “I don’t–” She threw her head back “--I don’t know.” Kisses blazed a trail up her inner thigh. He gently removed her hand from herself. “May I?”

She huffed a laugh. “Such a gentleman.” 

Ves chuckled, the sound soothing the rapid heartbeat in her ears. “For you, always.” Trying not to let the words pierce her heart, she wet her lips and nodded. 

Fingers spread her open, observing her most intimately. Then his thumb touched her clit and he blew on her hot sex.

She moaned as he began to draw circles–like she had done–but with a steady hand. It was there, she could taste her orgasm creeping up, she just needed...fuck what did she need!

“Shhhhhhhh,” he cooed, rubbing her clit faster. “Do you trust me to give you what you need?”

“Yes, Ves!” She cried. “Yes!”

“That’s my good girl.”

He plunged two fingers into her, pumping them fast before pinching her clit.

It was hot as her orgasm tore through her. Scalding her from the inside out, giving and taking from her. Through it all, Ves was there praising her and thrusting his fingers prolonging the high.

When she came back down, he crawled into bed next to her, stroking her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled, the sight beautiful and pure. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“You’re weird.” She chuckled.

Brushing a piece of sweaty hair from her forehead, he traced the lines of her face. “Why is that weird?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. Feeling emboldened by his exploration, she placed a hand on his chest. He was warm to the touch, but it was his heart that drew her attention. It was beating like he ran a race. “It’s nothing special.” Ves stopped. Her words pierced something inside him. 

Then his hand enveloped her jaw making her look at him. The seriousness that etched his features was a drastic change to the sexual beast she had seen up until this point. “You letting me in your home, inside of you, is nothing short of special to me. You are special. Don’t downplay yourself because it’s what you think I want to hear.” Her foundation shook underneath the weight of his words. He meant every single one of them.

She wet her lips, and not knowing what else to say and not wanting to let Ves–a complete stranger–see how his words struck a cord, she pushed him on his back. Straddling him, she trailed kisses down his body. Each kiss was lingering marring his skin red.

Hickeys.

She was leaving a blazing trail of hickeys down Ves’ body marking him up as her own. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew he wasn’t hers, but for the night…the night he was all hers.

“Pet, if you keep this up…” the open-ended warning made her clench. Nipping at the spot she was working on, she hoped it would break his resolve.

And it did.

She was on her back before she could blink. Holding her arms above her head, he palmed her full breast. “They’re so perfect.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Just perfect for me.” Whimpering, her hips rolled against his. Need pooling once again despite her monster orgasm a few minutes ago. Ves humed, getting comfortable between her open legs, his cock rubbing against her folds. “Is that what you need? Do you need my hard cock inside you?”

“Yes!” She all but screamed. 

Licking her nipple, she squirmed. She needed it so bad, ached for it in a way that she had never felt before. 

“You have been so good,” he mused, notching the head at her entrance. “Such a good girl for me.” “Please,” she begged, tugging at his hold on her hands.

“Ah ah ah. I need you to tell me something first.” “Anything, Ves. Please.” 

“What did I say about being careful with that word.” Ves planted a kiss to her shoulder. “Tell me your my good girl.”

Her brows pinched but she said, “I’m a good girl.”

He nipped her skin as punishment. “Wrong. You’re my good girl.” Her core clenched. He wanted ownership. To complete the dominance over her. She wet her lips…and let go. “I’m your good girl.”

Ves sank slowly home inside her. He was larger inside her than she thought, stretching her out deliciously. And he kept going until he was fully seated inside her, the tip kissing her cervix. He released his hold on her hands to plank above her, his arms shaking with exertion on his speed.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders immediately, sinking her fingers into the inky blackness of his hair. The soft strands slick with sweat from the night. “Gods you’re so tight.”

Moaning, she also wrapped her legs around his trimmed waist. “Please, Ves.”

“I know, pet.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I know.”

With that, he slowly thrusted into her. Every thrust was slow but with enough force that left her breathless. He hit every place inside her that made her toes curl.

Her orgasm was building, her legs shaking as he got faster. Their groans mixing together in a symphony of sounds. “You take me so well. Like you were made for me,” he praised her. 

“Yours, Ves,” She promised breathlessly.

He made a sound like a growl and sped up. Drilling her into her bed that she was sure it would leave a permanent mark. And she loved it. She met every thrust with her hips, taking him and owning him as much as he was owning her.

“That’s right,” he panted, sliding a hand to her neck. Not squeezing but dominating. “This pussy is mine. Only mine.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Gah!” The veins in his neck bulged. He was getting close. So was she. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in my pussy.”

“Please!” She begged. Dragging a hand from his hair, she ranked her nails down his chest leaving five claw marks.

That did it.

“FUCK!” Ves slammed home, squeezing her neck. The lack of oxygen triggered her orgasm. They were cumming together.

They were everywhere together. Somewhere out of their bodies, their insides melding to one another. Everything lay bare to the other.

It was beautiful.

It was explosive.

It was scary.

Ves collapsed on her, panting. “Color?”

“Green.”

He nodded against her. Planting a kiss to her ear, he pulled out of her gently.

She sucked a sharp breath as he left her, the ache from his size and how deep he was already settling in. “Bathroom?”

Pointing a shaky hand to the door to the right, she fought to catch her breath.

The water turned on and there were some odd squishing sounds before Ves remerged with a washcloth in his hand.

“What’re you…”

Ves’ brow furrowed. “Aftercare?”

“Ah.”

His hand gripped her thigh making her refocus her attention on him. There was concern etched into his sharp features. It wove deep in her emotionally vulnerable heart. “Have you never had aftercare before?”

“I have.” 

His brow rose at her too-quick response. Shaking his head, he spread her legs and gently placed the washcloth on her sex. “You deserve better than me bolting out the door after that.”

The warm cloth felt amazing but she squirmed uncomfortably. “It’s really okay. It’s late, I know someone probably wants to know where you are.”

“This is the bare minimum, pet,” he told her vehemently. “We both need this.”

Swallowing, she nodded and let him clean her up, depositing the cloth in her hamper in the corner of her room before pulling the covers down on her bed and getting both of them underneath it. Tucking her face into his shoulder, their legs interweaved with each other.

She was warm, sated, and safe.

Her heart cracked open.

Ves shouldn’t stay. He couldn’t. It would break her to pieces. The emotional come down from sex like this was going to be intense. And it was going to be worse if he was there in the morning.

“Shhhhhhhh.” He stroked her suddenly tense back muscles. “Just for a minute.” A minute.

She could do a minute.

She could allow herself a minute of intimacy.

“One minute,” she agreed snuggling deeper into him.

Ves humed a tune that scratched familiarity in her brain. She knew that song but as soon as she focused on it, it fluttered away. Sleep was pulling her deeper and deeper down.

So far down, she barely noticed the slight black paint on her fingertips.

[sixpennydame]

My brain is short-circuiting over the smut prompts and all I know is I need to hear Jean say #27 "Do you think you deserve this?" 🥵 I'll leave the details up to your beautiful brain!

Hi Em! How about a little personal trainer!Jean action for ya? ;-)

Let's Get Physical

Jean x fem!reader

C/W: NSFW, minors do not interact, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

“Come on, just one more rep, I know you got it in you!”

You weren’t sure what to expect when you decided to work with a personal trainer earlier this year, but you were needing something different in your workout routine and Jean had come highly recommended from a friend of yours. “He’s a great coach, really knows his stuff, and to top it all off, he’s fine as hell,” were the exact words she’d used. And she was right.

He was tall and handsome; always opting for grey or black sweat pants or shorts and a simple t-shirt or tank top. But anything would look good on him. His workout shirts were always tight, with his lean muscles showing perfectly through. He was cocky, yes, and competitive, but you could tell that he actually cared about helping people and loved his job. And since working with him, you felt stronger and more confident than you ever had before.

But sometimes..

Sometimes his hand lingered a bit longer on your waist these days, as he corrected your form during squats. And one day, when you were struggling with pull-ups, he held your sides, just under your sports bra, causing your heart to skip a beat (and your hand almost to slip). You're trying to focus on your reps but every time you bend to do a deadlift your eyes move down his body; you’re sure you can see the outline of his cock in those grey sweatpants.

“Keep your back straight,” he corrects, placing his hand on your lower back as your face is directly across from his crotch. When you move back up, you can feel your cheeks burning.

“You ok? Your face is red. Did I push you too hard today?”

“No no, I’m fine.” You take your towel and wipe off your chest. “I can take anything you give me.”

Jean smirks. “Oh yeah?” He moves closer to you, “I love a good challenge.”

The next thing you know, he's pulled you into the staff bathroom and locked the door. He pushes you against the wall and pulls off your sports bra, his mouth eagerly kissing at your neck and collarbone.

"I'm sweaty.." you breathlessly acknowledge.

"I like it," he replies, as he cups your breast with his strong hand and then bends down to suck on your nipple.

You can feel his cock hardening against your leg. His hand moves up your bare leg and settles along the waistband of your gym shorts. "I thank god every time you wear these shorts," he hums in your ear, "they barely cover your ass." His hand slides into your shorts and underwear and your breath hitches when he starts rubbing your clit. "You're already so wet. Wanted me that badly, huh?"

Cocky bastard. But god, it turns you on.

He slides one of his fingers inside you, instantly eliciting a moan from your lips. "Mmm, yes, please Jean - I want you to fuck me."

"You do, huh?" He takes your hand and puts it on his cock. "Do you think you deserve this? Do you deserve my dick inside you?"

You then put you hand inside his pants and begin to stroke him. "Didn't I work so hard for you today?"

He groans as you continue to stroke him. "Take these off," he gestures to your shorts as you shimmy them down and off your legs. The bathroom is small, but there's just enough room for him to bend you over the sink. "I'll give it to you, you dirty girl."

You grab the sides of the sink as he pushes into you; his long dick hitting your g-spot perfectly, as if he'd planned it that way. You moan and he clutches your hips a little tighter. "Yeah, you like that, don't you.." he brags, but when you look up and in the mirror and see his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip, you know...

..he is loving this just as much as you are.

His thrusts become harder and you feel his hand on your back, moving toward your neck. "Jean.." you moan, which seems to excite him as his pace quickens even more.

"Fuck...fuck..." the small room vibrates with Jean's curses and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass. He's relentless and doesn't stop until both of you are sweating and panting and completely spent.

Best workout you've ever had.

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This is the untitled fic that I've been working on. I posted a bit of it a couple of weeks ago on Six Sentence Sunday. I have lots of parts but need to figure out in what order I want things to go. It's kind of a love story with Ross Poldark and Jim Hawkins because I can't get enough of these two!

Verity was getting a kick out of watching Ross the day of his date with Jim.  He was fidgeting around the house, trying to keep himself busy.  He even tried on at least three different outfits, which totally made Verity lose it, “Bloody hell Ross it’s just Jim!  You’re not going to the bloody prom!”

“At least if it was the prom, I would know what to wear! For fuck sake!”  He got his arms tangled up in the shirt that he was trying to take off without unbuttoning it first!  He was fighting with the blasted thing so much that he almost tore it!

“Here let me help you get out of that shirt.  It would help if you would unbutton it first.  Wanker.”  Verity was grinning.

“I am not a wanker!  I’m just… nervous.  Alright.  Just tell me what to wear because my head is about to explode!”  Ross was getting exasperated by the minute.  He knew he was acting foolish, but he couldn’t help it.  It was their first real date.  Not just sitting in his hospital room in the field hospital talking about stupid things.  And definitely not like sitting around the dinner table at Verity’s.  He loved his cousin dearly but he was beginning to feel a little crowded living with her.  He didn’t know why because there was plenty of room for the two of them in her home.  But maybe not for the three of them.

“Just go with the blue.  You always look good in blue,” Verity advised.  The doorbell rang which made Ross jump.

“Is it 6:30 already?  It can’t be!” Ross was in panic mode now.

“Calm down!  I’ll go let him in and stall him.  Oh and Ross.”

“Hmmm,” he was busy pulling on his blue jumper.

“Don’t forget an overnight bag.”  She teased before she ran out of the door.

However her comment did make Ross stop and think.

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Verity let Jim in the door.  Jim was wearing blue as well, which made her giggle to herself.  Both men wearing blue!!  “Well, don’t you look nice. In fact, I can’t wait for Ross to come out and see you!! How many times did you change before you arrived?”  Verity was enjoying herself.

Jim looked at her and shook his head, “Only twice.”

“Well that’s one less than Ross.  He’s been fretting all day,” she said.

Ross was entering the room, “Oi!  I heard that Verity!”  He stopped and looked at what Jim was wearing.  “Oh fuck!”

“Are you shitting me, Poldark?  You have blue on too!!!  We’re going to look like twinkie dinks going out on a date!” Jim yelled out.

Verity couldn’t help herself and busted out laughing.

“Oh not for long!  I can fix this problem.  Sit down Hawkins while I go change.  And Verity you can stop laughing anytime!”

“I can’t help it.  This is barmy.  I couldn’t have planned this if I’d tried!” Verity couldn’t contain herself any longer.  She sat down with Jim while Ross went back to change.

Ross came back out in a black, long sleeved t-shirt with a v-neck.  “There.  No more twinkie dinks.  Can we please get the hell out of here?”

Jim took a long look at Ross, up and down that beautiful, lean body, and he didn’t give a damn if he was obvious.  The black v-neck was incredible.  It was just tight enough to hug the muscles in Ross’s biceps and pecs.  The v-neck revealing a tuft of chest hair didn’t go unnoticed by Jim. The sleeves were pushed up just enough to reveal the dark hair on Ross’s gorgeous forearms.  Then when Ross turned around - those jeans!!  God, those jeans made his ass look beautiful! Jim turned to Verity,  “Don’t wait up for him, Verity.”

[romanarose]

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Santiago "Pope" Garcia x reader

Summary: At a fundraiser, Santi can't help himself, you look too good

Dedicated to @dameronscopilot as my official induction into the SSKK club (Santiago's shitty knees kin club) make sure y'all check out there stuff bc its top notch!!

WARNINGS: semi-public sex, fingering, oral, butt stuff

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“Santi- hmp- here?” You were pressed up against the wall of the dinning hall bathroom , the poofiest red dress you’ve seen since Santi’s second cousin’s quiñce ruffles against the walls

“Look’n too good” Santiago Garcia mutters into you as he devoured your mouth, his hands frantically feeling, groping, searching over the corset, trying to feel you. “You much clothes” he grumbles, frustrated. Santi goes to undo the laced up back but you smack him away, making him pout at you.

“Aht aht aht! It took both Millers to squeeze me in this tight!” You played hard to get, but really you wanted him just as bad. It was rare you saw Pope in anything outside of t-shirts and a baseball cap, and although you loved what dark washed jeans did for his ass, him in the tux was driving you mad. You run your fingers through his hair, admiring the touch of gray that graced his beautiful head.

Santi whined at your admonishment, mouth attempting to taste what parts of your breasts he could access. “Too much fucking clothes.”

You knew he was going to cause you problems as soon as you stepped out of the bedroom with a “ta-da!” from Benny and a pair of jazz hands that Ben had put Frankie and Will up to. The dress was dark red, matching your lipstick that was now all over Santi’s neck. You’d need to text Will to bring your purse in when this was done so you could remove the evidence of the make out session from his skin.

 Santi licked desperately into your mouth as his hand tried to find your core through the layers and layers of tool. “Jesus Christ, this thing is huge” 

His lips never left your skin as you felt the strong muscles on his back. You’d love him no matter what he looked like, but you had to admit his strength always reassured you. He made you feel safe, protected. “I feel like a Victorian hooker” you giggle against him.

He growls in frustration “That’s it!” Santi all but shouts, getting on his knees on the floor.

“Santi no!” You try to grab his shoulders to stop him. “You’re goddamn knees!”

“Don’t care, need you” He mumbles, and crawls under the massive dress.

You can’t help but grin at how desperate he is for you. “Fine, but I’m not returning the favor. I’m not giving you a blowjob on the bathroom floor, Santi”

“Don’t care, need you” He reiterates, finding the center of the dress and you see him sit up under the pile of red. When his large hands finally find you, you swear you hear him chuckle at how wet you are. He lifts up the dress, popping his head out, giving you a pitiful look. “Tights?!?! You just had to wear TIGHTS?!?!?” He whines, eyes pleading, like he couldn't believe you’d do this to him

“Oh my god, baby just rip them!” You laugh, and he grins, going back under the dress.

With ease, he rips the tights open and his mouth in on you at super speed. Fuck, no matter how many times you’d felt it, you’d never get used to the feeling of him tasting you. He always ate you like his last super. His knees were going to kill him though. You made a mental note to draw him a bath with Epsom salt tonight to soak in. Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a cool knife to your skin and you gasp.

“Santi!” You call out as he cuts off your underwear with the jackknife he carried at all times.

“Can’t take it baby” he says under you. “I’ll buy you new ones” He promised before his mouth reattached to you, two fingers sliding up into your dripping cunt. “Always so wet for me” 

“O-only you Santi” you were practically turning to jelly already. "Only for you."

“Such a good little slut for me, letting me take you right here when I need you“

“Ah!” A fresh wave of pleasure settles in your stomach at those words, you feel him grin against you as he surely feels you clench around his fingers, pumping in and out. But you needed more. The dress, the room, it was too stifling, you needed more of him. “Please Santi, please” You rut against him, not sure what your asking for.

“Fuck yeah baby, take what you need, fuck yourself on my fingers, I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care fo you.” His tounge ran circles around your clit, and you whimper when you feel a graze of his teeth. 

“FUCK! Do that again!” You pump yourself on his fingers, and he adds a third, filling you up. “Christ baby…” You pant, throwing your head back as he suck hard on your sensitive mound. You nearly scream when he bites your inner thigh, fingers spreading out inside you. But you need more, more, more of him. It’s never enough, no amount of him is enough.

“Love those sounds you make, let them know you’re mine.” 

You suddenly remember where you are and shut your mouth, covering it with the back off your hand.

“Well don’t stop now” he teases, but you continue to fight the sounds of pleasure threatening to escape your mouth. That wouldn’t do for Santi. At all. The hand that was gripping your thigh lets go, and you hear him suck on his fingers, a sight you wish you could’ve seen. Santiago’s middle fingers traces the rim of muscle on your backside, making you fight back a whimpers, “I want to hear you” He begins prodding at the entrance, careful and gentle as he continued working your cunt and clit with his other hand. Dexterous, this one. When his finger slipped in the tight muscle, you could no longer hold it back.

“Fuuuck Santi” You relax against the wall, hands feeling around his head and shoulders despite being covered by the dress. You were close, so close, so full. Full of love and of him. You wished you could take him in your mouth, have every hole filled by him. “More, Santi, more” You whine, hips bucking.

He could feel you almost there, walls fluttering around him. “More?” He asked tentatively. You had only ever had one finger in your ass.

“Santi please? Please Santiago I need more, I want more” You buck your hips up against the mouth he had on you, pleading.

He kissed the crease between your leg and mound, tender and soft. “One more” He repeated. With another suck on his finger, he slowly inserted a second finger in your ass and you all but shout at the feeling.

He slows “You okay?” Santi checks in.

“Y-yeah, don’t stopmmm feels so good” your breath is shaky, barely getting the words out.

Santi presses soft kisses against you. “Okay, just try to relax, sweetheart”

You do as yours told, focusing on the feeling of his mouth on your clit. You relax onto him, taking him fully. Two fingers in your ass, three in your cunt, and you finally feel like you have enough of him. “Move, please” You finally feel full.

He did as he was told, pumping you fully, paying careful attention to the signs of your body. When the coil inside you snapped, he pulled the fingers out of your holes, leaving you feeling empty, but you knew what he was doing.

“SANTI!” You shout, not caring who could hear you. Everyone at the event could know, for all you cared.

 “I got you baby, let go, I got you” he coaxed as Your legs gave out, and his strong arms pressed your hips against the wall, keeping you upright as he ate you out through your orgasm, cleaning you up of every drop.”

When he was certain you could stand on your own, he popped out from under the dress, face grinning like a made man, dripping with your slick. “Fuck baby… That was something. You’re incredible” He started, to get up, but grimmanced. “Fuck.”

His knees.

“Oh baby…” You scoop down, kissing him as you reach under his arms and help him up.

 Red flushes his face now, despite what you had just done. “That’s fucking embaressing. Gotta help your old man off the fucking floor.” He’s dodging your eyes.

“Oh honey, no, don’t be embarrassed. You just held me up against the wall because I couldn’t stand” A chaste kiss on his lips “You’re my strong, handsome man, okay?”

Santi looked at you, eyes so full of love he looked ten years younger. He hated getting old, but you didn’t mind growing old as long as it was with him. “Okay.”

“C’mon, let me repay the favor” You’re hand goes to his pants, only to find a wet spot. 

He blushes, but this time he’s grinning. “That’s already been taken care of, sorry, couldn’t help myself”

You laugh a loud, boisterous laugh. “Don’t be sorry, that’s fuckin hot.” You kiss him deeply, letting him know how appreciated he is “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll tell them I spilled a drink on you.”

“Will’s never gonna believe it” Santiago smiles at you.

“Those boys know way too much about our lives as it is, this is nothing new"

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HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED!!!! love me some butt stuff and idk what it is about a guy coming in his pants but weeeeeoooooo its hot to me.

[holdmytesseract]

Dangerous Paradise

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hello lovely writer👻

I saw you’re taking req's atm so I was wondering if you could maybe write something with James Conrad from the Skull Island film?

The plot is completely up to you but I’d love to read something about him with female reader :)

Thanksss" - Requested by a nonny! 😁

Summary: As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad...

Warnings: THIRST! Skull Island things, giant spiders, bit of angst, mentions of injuries, swear words, fluff?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: First time writing for James Conrad - but I quite enjoyed it! Hope you guys like it! 😄 Thank you so much for requesting, dear nonny! 😊

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MASTERLIST

That was definitely not what you were expecting, when you got signed up for that expedition. A giant ape and creepy, dangerous wannabe dinosaurs? Come on... Not to mention the enormous other creepy creatures on 'Skull Island' - or the crazy soldier who got stuck here in freaking World War two! Ever since you flew with that helicopter through that earth shaking storm to get to the island and got attacked by Kong, you were positively done with this mission and cursed your boss on no end for convincing you to do this. "Please, Y/N! This is going to be one hell of a headline!" Sure! Thanks Maggie… Hell of a headline my ass, you thought. Okay, admittedly, the island was beautiful - without a doubt and you'd have definitely enjoyed it here - if you didn't have to fear for your life every damn second! One wrong step or wrong move could cost you your life. Skull Island was to 100 per cent not for vacation... You just wanted to go home, back into your office. You were a journalist - not a soldier, tracker or scientist! What were you even here for? Writing a report when you're no longer alive was quite difficult. You already missed your friends and family - and especially your bed. Well... Life just wasn't fair.

But despite all the bad things, coming with this mission, there was at least that one good thing - person, to say it right. Captain James Conrad. Former soldier, now tracker - and hotter than a 1200 degree volcano. You were sure that it was actually illegal to be this hot. Honestly, someone should've arrested him for giving you a heart attack when you first laid eyes upon this delicious specimen of a man.

He was incredulously tall and literally clattered with muscles. It wasn't just the effect of the tight, dark blue t-shirt he wore, oh no. The t-shirt just helped showing them off. With every move he made, every step he took, you could see the muscles on his shoulders, pecs or arms flex. His biceps were bulged, strained against the tight fabric. The black jeans he wore, displayed his thick, strong thighs and long legs and sat very snugly around his hips. And that damn shoulder holster he wore... Gods… You weren't really a fan of weapons - but that thing made him even sexier. James' hair was short, with brown hues in between the blonde curls. A slight stubble covered his chin and cheeks. Speaking of that man's face... He had a jawline to die for... And his cheekbones were as sharp as razor blades. Long story short, this man was literally walking eye candy. "Y/N?" And his voice... Oh his voice... "Y/N?" So deep and yet smooth like velvet. You could listen to him talk all day long. "Y/N?!" The moment said voice urged rather loudly to your ears, accompanied by James's strong hand gently shaking your shoulder, you snapped out of your daydream. "W-What?" You asked, dazed and blinking. "We need to keep moving. Don't stay behind, otherwise you'll lose the group. I know you're tired. We all are, but I can't have anybody just walking off. I don't want to lose more people." You quickly nodded, still trying to process his words. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry." James gave you a nod, then removed his hand from your shoulder again and stood up. With a sigh, you stood up from the stone you were sitting on as well.

Together, you caught up to the remaining people of the group, making your way further through the depths of this perilous jungle. You tried to distract yourself, not thinking about the opportunity to die - what wasn't exactly easy, because your brain reminded you of that every minute. Wordlessly, you trudged behind James, Mills, Mason, Slivko and the others, trying to match their quick pace. You tried to focus on your surroundings; tried to stay attentive. That worked out quite well - until Captain Conrad walked into your field of view again. You were very aware that you shouldn't let yourself be distracted by the attractive man - but you just couldn't help it... Your eyes got stuck on him once again... On the backside of his body, to be precise. The way he oh so graciously moved over the uneven, grown through jungle ground. Not only had you a nice view of the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed, no... You could also feast upon the bulging veins stretching over his ridiculously long, strong arms. What you would give to feel those firm, sculpted muscles underneath your fingertips - oh and that ass... You bit your lip, when your gaze travelled - hopefully unnoticed, downtown and landed on the tracker's bottom. Hot damn. You couldn't even fathom what was underneath those clothes... You bet he- A scream for help cut through the air, ripping you from your lustful, thirsting thoughts. Frantically your eyes looked around, searched for the origin of the scream. You quickly found it... It had come from one of the soldiers - in vain. He was dead, impaled by the leg of a... You looked up, your jaw slackening in shock; eyes widening. "Giant spider!" Another soldier yelled hysterically. And then everything happened very fast. You jumped from one spot to the other, panicky trying to avoid the gigantic animal's deadly legs. You guessed your body went into some kind of a survival mode. Unless you more than likely wouldn't have survived this. "Cut the legs!" You heard Conrad yell over the loud noise of gunshots and screams. "Cut it off at the legs!" The men listened to the tracker, did what he said and chopped off the creature's legs. Just as you thought you and the group were out of danger, things went south again - at least for you. When they brought the spider down, her enormous body fell to the ground and James had yelled for everybody to move aside, in order to not get squashed by it. You started to run for dear life – and made it. That wasn't the problem. But being on the fast pace you were, you didn't see the big stone on the ground. Neither the little, but quite steep hillside, nor the lake at the foot of the 'cliff'. So, it came how it had to come... You stumbled over the stone and with a yelp, fell down the hillside. Somewhere on the way down, you must've hit your head, 'cause you felt the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The moment your skin came into contact of the cold water, everything went blurry. The weight of your body pulled you underwater, but you were like paralyzed, couldn't move and at some point, everything went black.

You were going to die. Right here, right now - that had been your last thought. But then you heard a faint voice, calling out your name again and again. Then you heard the dull sound of water splashing around you. No ten seconds later, you could've sworn you felt how two strong arms wrapped themselves around your body and pulled you through the water, up to the surface and out of the death trap. "Y/N!" Once again you heard the voice, but it was still far away. "Y/N!" Then, two hands on your shoulders, shaking you. The voice got clearer and clearer. "Y/N! Wake up!" A hand skidded down to cup your cheek and lift your head gently. That seemed to do the trick. As if stung by an adder, you sat up, ripping open your eyes and coughing, spilling out the water, which had tried to drown you. Your hands tried to find something to hold onto - what they did. A broad shoulder. When you regained your full consciousness again, you looked up - straight in the oceanic blue eyes of James. He had a worried look upon his face, which faded into a small smile, when he noticed you were fully back again. He was sitting beside you, when you immediately felt his hands on your waist, steadying you. Before you could think about what you were doing, you launched forwards and hugged him. It took the Captain a second to realise and to wrap his arms securely around you as well. You took deep breaths, relishing in the fact that you were still alive. "T-Thank you." Only then you noticed, that he was soaking wet. He must've jumped after you and saved you. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You felt the tracker shaking his head. "It's fine." He stated and paused for a second, retreating from the hug. "Are you alright?" James scanned your body, looking for any injuries. "I-I don't know... My head hurts a bit and I-I think I twisted my ankle." You said, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. "Okay." James said, getting on his knees. "Can you stand up?" You tried to get up, but couldn't. You shook your head. "N-No, I, ahh!" "Alright, come on." James wrapped his arm around your back and helped you stand up. You tried to stand on the injured foot, but it was impossible. The man's hands flew up to steady you again immediately. "Lean on me, I'll help you walk." You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. You certainly didn't want that to happen. You didn't want to become a burden for the group. Not when you all were already in this shitty situation, stuck on a lethal island. Slowly, the two of you walked along the shore. "W-Where are the others?" "I told them to set up a camp, about a mile southern from this lake. It's getting dark soon. We need to rest. Especially you."

It took you a while to reach the camp, giving the state you were in. But when you reached your destination, you were relieved. Everybody was immediately at your side, asking you how you were. You appreciated the kind gestures. James guided you to sit against the trunk of a fallen tree. "I'll have a look on your ankle, yes?" "Okay." You said, nodding and trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, when James's hands worked on shoving up your cargo pants and taking off your boots and sock. His warm, delicate fingers came into contact with your skin. He gently ran them over your injured ankle, examining the damage and causing you to shiver and to suppress a moan. He moved your ankle, turning your suppressed moan into a small scream of pain. "Sorry." James apologised immediately. "I think it's not broken, but definitely twisted." Then he looked around the camp. "Has somebody a rag, cloth or something similar?" Slivko was immediately at his side, handing him a dark blue cloth. James drenched it in cold water from his water bottle and wrapped it carefully around your ankle. You hissed at the sudden coldness. "Keeps the swelling down." "Thank you." You said again, blushing, when he gave you another small smile. "Of course. Rest now." You nodded and tried to make yourself comfortable. James stood up and turned his back, walked away to talk to Mason and Slivko. You tried to sleep, were already on the verge of dozing off, when the Captain thwarted your plans and relighted the thirsting flame inside of you again. You couldn't control your body and mind sometimes, could you? It was the Captain's fault after all. Not yours. How dare he took off his t-shirt, because it was still soaking wet, to dry it beside the campfire... You didn't ask him to do this, did you? Anyway, you had now even more to look at and drool over. His muscular back. The clearly visible abs and broad chest. Or the fine hair, which curled itself so perfectly over the expanse of his pecs. Yes... One thing was certain. If the island, its creatures or your own clumsiness wasn't going to kill you, then definitely James and his fucking good looks.

[moonctzeny]

Anal with Johnny! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

johnny + anal

genre: smut

wc: 773

warnings: anal, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, praise

soo.. this is my contribution to society..

Johnny’s arms wrapped around you instantly the moment he got home from work. Tired from a long Monday, your boyfriend inhaled the scent of your shampoo as he stuck his chest on your back. His unique cravings manifested themselves on the kisses he started to leave on your neck, sucking lightly to coax a moan out of you.

“Hard day?”, you coo at him, backing up your ass against him. His cock is already hardened, poking your lower back, and the groan he lets out wakes a pulse between your legs. You giggle at the way his scruff tickles your sensitive skin, and you lead him to the bedroom with a hand on his wrist.

Pliantly, he sits down on your shared bed, legs open and lap inviting.

“I want to show you something”, you tell him in a secretive tone, buzzing from excitement. Turning around, you lift the t-shirt you had stolen from him over your hips, bending a little to offer him a better view.

The diamond-like end of a butt-plug is staring right back at him.

“What?”, he exclaims incredulously, the smile obvious in his voice, “When did you get this?”

“Do you like it?”

His big hands start to knead the soft skin of your ass, eager fingers toying with the shiny gem. A sudden slap on your left cheek makes you yelp.

“I love it”

You’re not sure when he managed to have you on your back, a bottle of lube in his hands and his plump lips on your lower ones. His tongue flicks over your clit, forcing a moan of his name out of your mouth. Your body is so relaxed that you don’t even notice when he slips the toy out of you. 

Sucking on your pussy one last time, he moves his face away from between your thighs to lube up his index and middle. Using the thick liquid and the sleek that drips out of you, he starts to prod at your rim, massaging you open. 

You didn’t expect his fingers to feel so nice when they slipped inside you. Maybe it was Johnny’s tongue working magic on you just a little more north, but the weird stretch had butterflies fluttering in your lower stomach.

“Can I fuck your ass? Please.”

Empty headed, you nod at your boyfriend to just keep working you however he likes. He’s standing over you naked in record time, placing a pillow under your hips to bring you closer to his crotch level. The sight of him covering his rock hard cock with lube, pumping blood to all of his inches was nearly hot enough to make you cum on the spot. 

“Tell me when to stop”, he reminds you, and lines up his tip with your hole. Cursing at his thickness, you close your eyes to get used to the sudden stretch, his member noticeably bigger than both his fingers and your toy. 

“Fuck”, is all you manage to let out when he thrusts a little bit further, your furrowed brows signaling him to slow down. His thumb finds your clit then, slow circles setting your whole body on fire. The numbing pleasure allows him to enter you inch by inch, bottoming out inside you. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. You can take me all, can’t you?”

You don’t mind when he starts to pick up the pace. In fact, you start to love the feeling of him rubbing inside you, the mix of pain and pleasure having you beg for more. When he inserts a finger inside your pussy, massaging your walls, you start to see stars.

“Oh my god. Don’t stop!”

And Johnny doesn’t, fucking into you with insane concentration, thoughts all scrambled up with how hot you look right now. His eyes turn pitch black at the sight of you, legs open, panting, holes stretched out for him. And you’re just so tight around him, literally milking his cock, barely fitting him inside you. When you finally fall over the edge, clenching around him even harder as your muscles convulse, he can’t take it any longer. The feeling is just too much.

“I’m gonna cum”, he warns you, hipbones hitting against your ass as he falls forward. Your moans mix together when he starts to pump you full, his mess spilling out from the lack of space. You whimper pitifully when he finally slips out, smiling at the string of praises he’s blabbering out. Head clouded with lust, he lewdly parts your asscheeks apart, watching his cum flow out of your gaping hole slowly. 

“Please tell me we can do this again.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Could you possibly write using from the prompt list Oh bite me. - Where? for Luca please? 😁

It had been a horrible day, coming off the back end of a fortnight of overnight shifts whilst working with 50 Squad. You were tired, your bones weary from missions involving drug shipments and chasing assholes through a fireworks factory. The ends of your hair were singed but that was nothing compared to Rocker who was actually missing an eyebrow and Stevens who’d had to take a few sick days due to being hit by a few of them.

On top of that you had barely seen Luca over the past few weeks, being on different shifts was exhausting and the two of you were like passing ships in the night. The only difference was that Luca seemed to be taking it in his stride. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him, he was vivid, alert, always smiling. You felt sullen and moody in comparison.

You were in the kitchen when he entered, his presence brightening the room as he strolled in, that trademark grin of his lighting up when he laid eyes on you. He beamed at the sight of you on tiptoes trying to reach the specialist coffee that Rocker had put up on the top shelf just to annoy you.

He reached up, his firm body brushing yours as grasped the bag and set it down on the counter beside you. The proximity was tantalising, it didn’t matter that you were in work, you could feel the endorphins lightening up inside of you like flowers beginning to bloom. The scent of the sea clung to skin, along with citrus and gun oil, he smelt so God damned good. The heat from his skin washed over yours reminding you of nights wrapped up in him, those talented hands roving over your curves.

The fact you hadn't been able to touch him for so long pissed you off. This was the closest the two of you had been for days.

“We’re gonna need to get you a step stool.” He teased, his back coming to rest against the work surface as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Bite me,” you retorted, a small smile playing across your lips which he took as a challenge.

He turned to face you, his large fingertips tipping up your chin so you could stare into those dazzling blue eyes.

“Where?”

There was an intake of breath, yours not his as he leaned in close, his hands came to rest on your hips as his cheek brushed yours. His lips sought out that delicate little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw.

“Here?” he asked, his teeth grazing across your skin.

You arched up into him as his nose trailed along the curve of your throat until his blistering mouth fixed on the space between your neck and shoulder.

“What about here?” he murmured, nipping at that deviant area.

The sensation made you moan out loud. His palms moved lower, covering your ass before he squeezed it.

“I like here.” He whispered into your ear. “Leaving my mark on this tight little peach.”

Fuck, his words drove you crazy. It was everything you could do right now not give in, his to comb your fingers through his hair and beg him to fuck you. He wanted you just as much, his breathing had become harsher, more ragged. You could feel the tension in his muscles as he buried his face in the curve once more, inhaling you.

“I’ve missed you baby.” He said, his lips gracing that subtle location, sucking slightly. “The taste of you on my tongue, the feel of you in my bed, those sounds you make…”

He quivered against you, hissing through his teeth at the thought of being with you all over again.

“Dom…” you sighed, your nails raking his back through the fabric of the t shirt. “You’re getting me all worked up.” He checked against your throat before he straightened up and peered down at the space between you. His erection was evident in those combat trousers of his, the firm line taunting you as you bit your lower lip.

“How about I take you somewhere where we can let off some steam?” he asked, his blond eyebrows raised as his hand delved into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. “I’ve just got done washing Betty.”

“Thirty minutes,” you told him casting a glance at the clock.

Luca took your hand and pulled you to him.

“Baby, thirty minutes is all I need.”

[tteokdoroki]

gotta go hit on pro-hero deku in your merch shirt because that’s his type 🥺

— “just my type.” + izuku midoriya.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, groping, pro hero!deku is a sleaze, deku imagining how he’s gonna fuck reader, mentions of blow jobs, corruption!kink, is virgin chasing a thing? no pronouns but reader has female anatomy.

no okay this this 🥺🥺 ‘cause deku loves it when pretty little things like you wear his merch. his face plastered across your chest that bounces as you bound up to him, big smile stretching across your glossed lips. “d-deku! you’re my hero, i’m your biggest fan!! will you sign my shirt for me?” god, the sound of your voice is just as sweet as the way your body looks— what he wouldn’t give to make you sque as he ruined your innocent body, grabbed at your curves and squeezed at your flesh.

deku knows you’d like it too.

“‘course i can baby, tell me who i’m making this out to.” he says, breathtaking smile, pet name dripping from between his lips like melted chocolate or honey. deku can see the way you duck your head shyly, trying to hide that bashful expression and the butterflies in your tummy and he wonders if you’d try to hide your face from him when he pins you down by your neck and fucks the treasure between your thighs like you’ve never felt before.

“pretty name, darling,” deku tests your name on his tongue, liking the sweetness it brings as it spreads across the muscle. he thinks about what it would be like to hiss your name, tone of his voice heavy with lust as he pushes his cock against needy little mouth. poor hero’s probably hard in ia suit as he pretends not to think about it, and you’re such a doll for pretending not to notice your idol’s dick print.

the pro hero grows less and less subtle the more you stumble over your words, fighting embarrassment when you whisper ‘you too’, fuck you’re so cute. just waiting to be split open on a real cock. how high is your body count? are you a virgin? oh you definitely are, deku can tell from the way you twitch as his gloved fingers press against your breast where he begins to scrawl his name, his claim in the form of a signature against your shirt with his face pressed up against it.

he can almost feel the heat of your face as nerves and embarrassment tangle with the oxygen in your bloodstream— deku could put a little more effort into trying not to visualise how your face would look with your eyeliner smeared across your tear stained cheeks while you choke of pleasure-filled sobs. he would try a lot harder if you weren’t exactly his type— innocent, naive and so ripe for any hero’s taking.

you’re so enamoured with deku, dare he say in love with him. he can’t blame you though, he’s every fan’s dream— tall, kind, golden smile and bright eyes. it’s just so pathetically adorable how much you like him. would you hold the same nervous desire in your doe eyes when izuku fucked you? bent you over on his lap and spanked your ass raw for wearing his merch in public? fingered your tight slit until the only thing that took up the empty space in your mind were the three syllables of his name.

“t-thank you!” you squeak to the hero as the dots the ‘i’ over his real name and finishes the digits of his number right up against your tits. your body feels hot and the sky is spinning and deku knows his lazy smile and freckles cheeks are having an effect on you. so sensitive to touch, so receptive, what he wouldn’t do to have you naked on his bed while he toyed with your sweet nipples and pinched the folds of your sticky cunt.

the pro hero hums, grabbing you by the hbd and twirling you away home him— your back hits he firm of his chest and deku can feel you shake so sweetly against him. “have a good day sweetheart,” izuku whispers against the shell of year gently, patting the swell of your ass while gently pushing you towards your goad of gawking friends.

[anglophiletraveler]

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So here's a bit of something that I am working on. I shared some of it a couple of weeks ago on a Six Sentence Sunday. I just have bits and pieces right now, and I'm not sure which direction to take with all of it. It's a love story of sorts with Ross Poldark and Jim Hawkins. I've always been a sucker for these two!

Verity was getting a kick out of watching Ross the day of his date with Jim.  He was fidgeting around the house, trying to keep himself busy.  He even tried on at least three different outfits, which totally made Verity lose it, “Bloody hell Ross it’s just Jim!  You’re not going to the bloody prom!”

“At least if it was the prom, I would know what to wear! For fuck sake!”  He got his arms tangled up in the shirt that he was trying to take off without unbuttoning it first!  He was fighting with the blasted thing so much that he almost tore it!

“Here let me help you get out of that shirt.  It would help if you would unbutton it first.  Wanker.”  Verity was grinning.

“I am not a wanker!  I’m just… nervous.  Alright.  Just tell me what to wear because my head is about to explode!”  Ross was getting exasperated by the minute.  He knew he was acting foolish, but he couldn’t help it.  It was their first real date.  Not just sitting in his hospital room in the field hospital talking about stupid things.  And definitely not like sitting around the dinner table at Verity’s.  He loved his cousin dearly but he was beginning to feel a little crowded living with her.  He didn’t know why because there was plenty of room for the two of them in her home.  But maybe not for the three of them.

“Just go with the blue.  You always look good in blue,” Verity advised.  The doorbell rang which made Ross jump.

“Is it 6:30 already?  It can’t be!” Ross was in panic mode now.

“Calm down!  I’ll go let him in and stall him.  Oh and Ross.”

“Hmmm,” he was busy pulling on his blue jumper.

“Don’t forget an overnight bag.”  She teased before she ran out of the door.

However her comment did make Ross stop and think.

******************

Verity let Jim in the door.  Jim was wearing blue as well, which made her giggle to herself.  Both men wearing blue!!  “Well, don’t you look nice. In fact, I can’t wait for Ross to come out and see you!! How many times did you change before you arrived?”  Verity was enjoying herself.

Jim looked at her and shook his head, “Only twice.”

“Well that’s one less than Ross.  He’s been fretting all day,” she said.

Ross was entering the room, “Oi!  I heard that Verity!”  He stopped and looked at what Jim was wearing.  “Oh fuck!”

“Are you shitting me, Poldark?  You have blue on too!!!  We’re going to look like twinkie dinks going out on a date!” Jim yelled out.

Verity couldn’t help herself and busted out laughing.

“Oh not for long!  I can fix this problem.  Sit down Hawkins while I go change.  And Verity you can stop laughing anytime!”

“I can’t help it.  This is barmy.  I couldn’t have planned this if I’d tried!” Verity couldn’t contain herself any longer.  She sat down with Jim while Ross went back to change.

Ross came back out in a black, long sleeved t-shirt with a v-neck.  “There.  No more twinkie dinks.  Can we please get the hell out of here?”

Jim took a long look at Ross, up and down that beautiful, lean body, and he didn’t give a damn if he was obvious.  The black v-neck was incredible.  It was just tight enough to hug the muscles in Ross’s biceps and pecs.  The v-neck revealing a tuft of chest hair didn’t go unnoticed by Jim. The sleeves were pushed up just enough to reveal the dark hair on Ross’s gorgeous forearms.  Then when Ross turned around - those jeans!!  God, those jeans made his ass look beautiful! Jim turned to Verity,  “Don’t wait up for him, Verity.”

[deathbymeow]

I Wanna House You

Prompt - 'I was on my way to buy some flowers for you',

Contains language and some sexual content

This is my first attempt at writing since April and it was a lot of fun

contains lyrics out of Beyoncé's song 'Summer Renaissance'

“I wanna house you and make you take my name.” Was not what a hungover Marinette wanted to wake up to blasting through her speaker. The same speaker that someone had placed on her pillow next to her pounding head. 

She reached for said speaker and fumbled for a bit till she could find the off button. 

“Tikki?” 

“Yes Marinette?” The little red bug like creature zoomed into the room, a not so innocent smile on her little face. She handed Marinette some pain killers and pointed to a bottle of water on her bedside table. 

Marinette downed the tablets with the water then pointed to the speaker. “Please tell me last night didn’t happen?”

“Oh, it happened alright. Wanna see the video? I have it from multiple angles.” Chloe walked in waving her phone in the air all the while smirking like the brat she was. She flopped onto the bed next to a freaked-out Marinette. 

Marinette took one look at the screen and saw herself sitting on Jason Todd’s lap grinding against him. “Oh. My. God. Why do you let me drink?!” She slumped back and threw the covers over her head. 

“Because drunk Marinette is the life of the party. Duh.” Chloe chuckled. “I’m going to make us some greasy food and then you can tell me how you wanna ‘house’ Jason. The same Jason who you claim is the bane of your existence.” 

Marinette only groaned from somewhere under the blankets. Why oh, why did she do this to herself? 

Let’s take it back a notch. 

When Marinette first met the Red Hood, he stood for everything she didn’t. He was loud and obnoxious and oh so cocky. Sure, he looked good doing what he did but then he had to open his mouth. And there was the fact that he used guns. Guns that he kept strapped to his impressive thighs that Marinette definitely hadn’t noticed. Just like that ass that gave Nightwing a run for his money. Nope she hadn’t looked at all.

Jason Todd was no different. He was drop dead gorgeous. Could put Greek gods to shame. With all those muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt not to mention those grey sweatpants he liked to train in. Blue eyes you could get lost in. Oh, and that smile of his did things to Marinette that made her cheeks flush. The term pantie dropper was very appropriate for him, not that she would tell him that. Nope, her panties would be staying firmly where they should be, thank you. 

He irritated Marinette like no other. He called her Pixie Pop and enjoyed reminding her of how small she was. So, when Marinette put him on his ass multiple times in training, she couldn’t help but smirk at the surprised look on the self-righteous asshats face. 

It didn’t take her long to work out Jason Todd aka Red Hood was the same damn person, go figure. So, she’d spent the last year trying to avoid missions with him. To be honest she was angry at her body. The way it reacted around him was a dangerous distraction. One she didn’t want to admit to.

No. Nope. Not gonna happen. Or so she thought till last night. She had done so well at avoiding him, but it was Dick’s birthday and he’d practically begged her to come. In true Dick style it was at a karaoke bar in the nicer part of the city. Most of the Justice League would be there so it promised to be an interesting night.

A few drinks couldn’t hurt. Huh, famous last words. 

Marinette could sing, like really sing but it wasn’t something most people knew about her. Over the years her confidence had grown, and she was so far removed from the stuttering teenager she once was. That didn’t mean she was about to sing in front of people, especially the Justice league. No, she reserved it for the shower, car trips and when she had her shared apartment to herself. 

That said Chloe and Alya knew. As her long-time besties and roommates, they knew everything there was to know about Marinette. Even things she hadn’t worked out herself yet. Like how she was crushing bad for one of the bat boys. They also knew some songs were Marinette’s kryptonite, especially drunk Marinette. 

In their defence they weren’t to know how it would go down after several shots and who knows how many long island iced teas. Poor Marinette. Who knew long island iced tea had no tea in it. 

So, the stage was set, Alya had requested Beyoncé’s new song ‘summer renaissance’. Nino who was in charge of the karaoke machine who else would it be queued the song and Chloe dragged Marinette onto the stage after they downed another shot. 

The song started and Marinette, with microphone in hand, didn’t even miss a beat. Her eyes landed on Jason who had conveniently been seated at the table right infront of the stage. 

Marinette’s eyes ran over him, drinking in how good he looked in tight jeans and his leather jacket. He returned the favour, and when his eyes finally met hers, he seductively licked his lip and winked at her. The smug fucker then smirked at her. That damn pantie dropping kinda smirk that tipped Marinette over the edge. If he wanted to play, then she was going to come out on top. In more ways than one. 

As she started to sing, she held his glaze and walked to the front of the stage. 

“I wanna house you and make you take my name.

I’m gonna spouse you and make you touch a ring.”

Then she gracefully used the waiter that was passing as a steppingstone. Her healed foot left his shoulder before he even knew what was happening. She gracefully stepped onto Jason’s table somehow avoiding all the drinks without taking her eyes off of him. 

“I’m gonna take you all the way, baby can I take you all the way?”

At this point Jason’s smirk had turned into a full-blown smile that showed his dimples. He slyly adjusted himself, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Marinette. She dropped to her knees and bought her face close to Jason’s.

“You sexy motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me.

I just wanna thug you, the category is bae”

You gangsta motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me.”

Jason ran his fingers over her jaw then dragged them down her neck as she slid onto his lap. His hands rested on her hips as she started to dance on his lap.

“I just wanna touch you, I can feel, feel those jeans.

Ah, ah,, ah, oh, woo

Boy you never had a chance.”

At this point Marinette will not admit to grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. It was tasteful dancing thank you. Cough, cough bullshit.

“If you make my body talk, I’m leave you in a trance.

Got you walking with a limb, with this body make it dance.

Dance, dance, dance.” 

Jason had his hands all over her body and his lips met her neck as she all but purred the next line.”

“It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good.”

Someone called out ‘get a room’ so Jason stood up still holding on to Marinette’s waist. He gave her a moment to protest but she wrapped her legs around his waist and sang the next line, “It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good,” before dramatically dropping the mic. The crowd cheered and hollered as the two exited the bar with Marinette still wrapped around Jason and his lips all over her neck. 

Jason carried her to a room behind the bar, slammed the door and locked it behind him. She grabbed his face and slammed her lips into his. His skilled tongue caressed hers and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like somewhere else. He backed her up against the nearest wall, grabbed her ass with one hand and her throat with the other. 

“You sure you want this Pix?” He all but growled. 

She bit her lip and nodded. Marinette may have been drunk out there but everything about this had sobered her up. His body against hers had sparked something primal in her. She needed Jason to ease the ache between her legs like she needed air to breath. 

“Use your words, Pix. I need to hear you say it.” He demanded while he ran his nose behind her ear, breathing in her scent and making her nipples harden against her bra. 

“I want you, Jason. Please.” She begged rolling her hips against his arousal.

“Good girl.” He growled against her lips as he lifted her top off.  

His lips burned her sensitive skin as he nipped and licked down her throat till he reached her lacey bra. He roughly pulled it down and took her nipple between his teeth as she threw her head back and moaned. 

“You know this doesn’t mean I like you, right?” Marinette mewed as she took her turn to rid him of his jacket and shirt. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less Pixie.” He laughed against her lips.

>.<

“Food bitches.” Chloe’s voice rang through the apartment stirring Marinette from her thoughts of Jason. 

God, she didn’t regret the amazing sex. It was more about the show she’d put on for everyone and the fact that they all knew exactly what they’d done after. How the hell was she going to face them all and what was she going to say to Jason next time she had to see him?

Deciding she wasn’t ready to face Chloe yet either she headed for the shower in hopes to clear her mind. Twenty minutes later with freshly washed hair and dressed in her favourite hoodie and jeans, she slumped down in the chair across from Chloe and a handful of kwamis.

“Okay that was just plan rude.” Chloe grumbled as she got a plate out of the oven and placed it infront of Marinette.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Chlo but what the hell?” Marinette frowned and crossed her arms. “I see what you were trying to do, and I also see the funny side of it but holy shit what the hell am I meant to do on Monday when I have to report to the League?!” 

Chloe choked on her orange juice as she tried her hardest to supress her laughter. “I was just trying to get you laid. The lap dance was all you baby. But might I say a very nice added bonus. You should’ve seen Bruce’s face.” She lost it at that. 

Marinette grumbled “thanks” then threw a piece of bacon at the blonde. 

“So do I lead with, hey Batman, sorry for publicly giving your son a lap dance at your other son’s party but shit was it worth it. Jason sure knows how to use his mouth when he’s not talking shit. You should be real proud. And the multiple O factor mmhmm a girl could get use to that.” Marinette ended with a chefs kiss then rested her elbows on the table and giggled at Chloe who was howling with laughter. 

“Yes! That, say that I dare you. But girl I need all the details. Spill.” 

Two hours later Marinette found herself heading to her studio to work on a last-minute commission. She was lost in her head and didn’t see the person in front of her. It was like running into a brick wall and she would have landed on her ass if it wasn’t for the strong arms that wrapped around her.

“Hey Pixie. Fallin’ for me already.” 

Marinette looked up to find Jason smiling down at her. He smelt amazing and memories of last night came flooding back. “You wish.”

“What if I do?” Jason asked as he brushed a lose strand of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her jaw. 

Marinette’s brain still hadn’t caught up and she mumbled “You don’t live here.” 

“Sure don’t, but I hear there’s a crazy talented designer on this side of the city.” 

“Real smooth Casanova.”

“You seemed to think so last night.”

“What can I say you’re not as annoying when you’re not talking.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t get off on being called a good girl.” He growled in her ear.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him. There was no way she was going to let him know just what those two words did to her panties. “What are you doing here anyway?” She snapped crossing her arms.

“You want the truth Pix? I was on my way to buy some flowers for you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

It was the first time Marinette had seen Jason look nervous and it left her speechless. Something that didn’t happen often. “Oh.”

“Look I don’t regret anything that happened last night, but I wanted to ask you out on a date and flowers just seemed right. You know, do things the right way round. Maybe I got the wrong impression about last night.”  

Jason took a step back and Marinette instantly missed the warmth he radiated. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him back to her. “You talk too much.”

“Like you can…” His words were lost when Marinette kissed him hard on the mouth. It only took him a second to catch up. He wrapped one of his hands around her ponytail, gentle pulling her head back so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand rested on her hip under her hoodie. 

It was at this point Marinette realised maybe Jason Todd wasn’t that bad after all. No scrap that, he was totally bad but in the most delicious way.