#and tweak the neckline

[badassindistress]

It's the end of the second day and I'm making steady progress. Unfortunately it's also the part of a project where it's mostly finessing and I get serious doubts on whether I even like it at all

[blujayonthewing]

can't decide what her other arm should be doing though 🤔

[bi-writes]

Give me the tea. Would MOB and Simon be into nipple play? with MOB receiving

she is 100% into it.

she purposefully wears dresses that show off her cleavage because she knows his eyes are gonna just go straight there. she leans over for him, lets him peek down her neckline, pretends to be surprised when he nudges her dress under her tits so he can get them into his mouth.

she whines like a puppy when he sucks on them. so sensitive, she can cum just like that, watching him suckle on her breasts until he's leaking into his pants. 100% wants to have her riding him so he can watch them bounce, so he can bury his face into her chest and suffocate himself until he can cum between her thighs. he loves watching her mouth drop open when he tweaks her nipples, too, chuckling when she squeaks and digs her nails into his arms.

she's sooooooo cute about it.

you're so cute. adorable. such a pretty, pretty face. loves you so much. smooches.

[softmiso]

worship the flame | art donaldson x reader

🦊 kinktober day 1: breast worship

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, fem!reader, ~400 words

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

You lay in bed, idly reading a book, when you hear the front door open. After finishing the page you were on, you place the book on the nightstand, and Art enters your shared bedroom.

“Hi, baby,” he speaks softly.

“Hi, Artie. How was practice?” You ask, but you already know the answer by the look on his face.

“Tiring,” he replies, “couldn’t stop thinking about coming home to you,” he continues, and you pout. He approaches, placing his hand on your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. You lean into his touch, comforted by the familiar feeling.

“Come join me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. He complies, removing his tennis gear and climbing into bed next to you. Immediately, he lay his head on your chest, hand cupping your breast tenderly.

The two of you lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, but as time goes on, Art’s fingers migrate closer and closer to your nipple. It perks up under the thin material of your sleep shirt, and you swear you can feel a smile tug at Art’s lips.

“Missed you,” he says, lifting his head slightly, kissing you softly on your chin, “missed them,” he continues, placing a kiss on either breast over the low neckline of your top. You giggle at his sincerity. He’s always been enamoured by every part of you, but your breasts? Well, he had a particular fondness for them.

“Wanna take this off for me?” He asks, hands inching downwards to your sides. You nod, and he removes your shirt with grace. Immediately, his lips find your right nipple, and his hand finds your left. His soft lips envelop the bud, while his fingers tweak at the other tenderly.

A moan escapes you involuntarily as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. At that, he looks up at you, all the world’s admiration in his eyes. He moves up slightly, then, finally capturing your lips in a kiss. Quickly, it deepens, your tongues tangling. The two of you move languidly, however, and his hand stays on your breast. Right where it belongs.

Finally, he returns to your chest, lips now moving to the opposite nipple. As he continues his ministrations, you feel your arousal increasing. You, not so subtly, rub your thighs together to relieve some of the tension. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Art, and he releases your bud from his mouth. His hand travels lower and lower, until he reaches your clothed folds.

“Am I leaving someone out?” He asks, a smirk spreading across his lips.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[butchcrafts]

Finally finished: field sweater!

I'm so happy this is done! This was my first time knitting a top-down sweater as well as using mohair. The top-down construction I'm a big fan of, the armholes and arm decreases look a lot neater. Not sure about the mohair yet, it is very nice and fluffy but I think the sweater would have also come out just as nice without it. I changed many parts of this pattern to make it fit better for me. The needle size, the body-to-arm stitch distribution, the neckline, the short rows, the sleeve decreases and pattern... but it was nice to add all these little tweaks to make it more for me!

After I did the yoke I started researching more about tension and decided to tighten my tension by quite a lot, which isn't great to do halfway throughout a project ':) the rest of the sweater came out a lot smaller compared to the yoke! But nothing some half-and-half blocking magic couldn't fix luckily :)

[judeswhore]

i want him.

“it’s wonky.” jude pouted dramatically at you through the reflection in the mirror, fingers tugging at the black material of his bow tie. there was a slight tremor in his hands, one you would have missed if you weren’t completely focused on him, and it sent a painful ache through your chest. “why won’t it sit right?”

“c’mere.” setting your lipstick down on the dressing table you made your way across the room, met your boyfriend halfway when he turned around and felt a smile tug the corner of your mouth. despite the wonky tie he looked gorgeous, the white fitted shirt stretched tight across his chest. if this wasn’t such an important event you would’ve dragged him straight back to bed.

the second you stopped in front of him he settled his hands on your waist, large palms warm through the thin material of your dress, fingers pulling you a little closer until only a few inches separated you. there was a glint of excitement in his eyes, paired with a flicker of nervousness and that ever present heat that always lingered when he was looking at you and it made your skin prickle. you shifted a little and raised your hands to fix his tie.

“you have no patience, y’know that?”

“i’ve been trying to fix it for like ten minutes.” he argued, pout still set in place, so ridiculously adorable you just had to press up and kiss it away. jude made a happy noise in the back of his throat. one of his hands smoothed over your lower back and he pulled you even closer, hips flush together.

he watched you work in silence for a few seconds, his gaze heavy as he flickered it over your face, down your neck and even further along the plunge of your dresses neckline. his attention was like the drag of his finger, featherlight but enough to make your heart race with need. you tweaked the material one last time before patting his chest and flashing him a smile.

“all done.” you told him, palms brushing across his shoulders and down his arms, smoothing down his shirt as you went along. or at least that’s what you wanted him to think, really you just wanted to feel him up a little. jude flashed his own smile, quick and full of amusement before he dipped his head and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“m’glad you’re here.” he whispered, nose nudging lovingly against yours before he pressed your foreheads together, eyes falling closed for a second. he hummed happily when he felt your hands against his jaw.

“i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.” you mumbled, pushing your own kiss against his lips. ‘i’m proud of you, baby. so proud.” the words made him grin even brighter, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners and you couldn’t stop yourself from pitching forward and smothering his face in kisses.

jude could only laugh, muttering something about getting covered in lipstick marks but he clearly didn’t care enough to make you stop. you only let up when you were sure your lips had met every inch of his face and he knew just how happy you were for him. a final kiss was pressed against his mouth, long and lingering because you didn’t want to pull away.

“i love you, golden boy.” you grinned up at him with those words and watched a shy smile curve his mouth, eyes flashing as he watched you step away from him.

“i haven’t won yet.”

“doesn’t matter. you’ll always be my golden boy whether you have a trophy or not.”

[delirious-donna]

My Lover’s The Sunlight [Higuruma Hiromi]

an: a wonderful thought that I simply couldn’t pass over when it was suggested to me, especially as a glasses wearer myself… Hiromi likes it when you keep your glasses on.

pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

warnings: reader is a glasses wearer, bit of domestic bliss, alcohol mentions, making out turns into much more, NSFW

The evening had been a pleasant one. Not often did you take the time to cook together these days, more often than not it was hastily thrown together hodgepodge meals or heated up prepackaged food for convenience alone.

It was understandable when you were both so very busy, and it wouldn’t go on forever, that much you knew for a fact. So, to have shared a delicious home cooked meal and a lot of laughter at Hiromi’s supremely lacking culinary finesse, it was a balm for your heart and soul.

With bellies full and good humour in abundance, settling into a nightly routine was as easy as pie. Your latest book rested on your chest, legs up on the couch with your feet in Hiromi’s lap. He massaged the tired arches, rolling his knuckles along the soles and pinching playfully at your wiggling little tootsies. The movie he had stuck on played quietly as background noise to the idle chatter you indulged in, everything was perfectly at peace.

“We should have evenings like this more often,” you mused out loud whilst reaching for your wine glass and taking a long, well deserving sip.

Hiromi agreed with a noise in his throat. His gaze moved from the screen to your face, dipping from your eyes to your mouth, watching as you licked away a stray droplet of cabernet. The hand at your foot moved to your ankle, thumb grazing over your ankle bone before grasping to tug you deeper into the cushions.

You offered a saccharine smile, dripping in honeyed possibilities. “Need something mister lawyer man?”

~

It had started innocently enough from that point. Discarding your book in favour of indulging in the spicy heat of your husband’s mouth. His tongue licked across your teeth to curl with yours. Your fingers ran through his thick head of hair, twisting the black strands near the roots just how he liked.

Soon you were sat on his lap, straddling him with your chest flush to his and your hips undulating to rut your pelvis against the bulge that was awakening impressively fast. Hiromi’s hands explored beneath your sweater. Broad palms glided along the length of your sides and his fingertips teased at the lace of your bra, dipping past the cups and tweaking at your nipples to hear your breathy little squeaks.

Hiromi’s kisses moved to your jaw, your neck and your décolleté. His hooked nose nudging insistently at the modest neckline whilst he grabbed at you more firmly, making you gasp.

“Off,” he ordered to your surprise. The bark of the word was so unlike him that you merely blinked for a moment, meeting simmering eyes that told rich tales of how he was going to devour you this evening. “The sweater, please… it’s in the way.”

“You’re lucky you added a please or else I might have said no…” you teased, knowing full well that was not the case. The arousal between your thighs had increased from his tone alone, causing you to clench in anticipation. There would be no refusals, but it was always fun to toy with him a little. A sleek eyebrow rose by reply, Hiromi questioned your certainty and gazed down to where you were mercilessly grinding into him.

Huffing at being caught in the obvious lie, you reached up to remove the glasses from your face only to be stopped. Hiromi’s hand encased your wrist, stroking over the pulse. “Keep these on. I like it when you wear them when we—y’know, when we… fuck.”

Oh.

A jumble of hastily discarded clothes surrounded you. Underwear sticky with arousal obscured the corner of the television, Hiromi’s tie decorated the side table lamp and a stray sock had managed to land in the plant pot by the window. None of it mattered, not when the man beneath you had a mouthful of your breast and was lining himself up for you to sink onto his cock.

You glanced at him over the rim of your glasses, eyes low-lidded and sultry. You were aware your glasses were perched further down your nose than usual, knocked slightly askew from the fervour of shared kisses. Hiromi bucked upwards without thought, his cock slick with precum lost its place at your entrance, slipping to your clitoral hood and adding such sudden pressure and friction against your pert clit that your nails clawed into his shoulders. The chain reaction continued; hot moans muffled around your breast, streaks of red decorated his shoulder down to his chest and you twitched in Hiromi’s hold, desperate to be stretched and filled.

“Hiro—dear god… you’re going to be the death of me! Come… here.”

Reaching between you, the velvet skin of Hiromi’s foreskin rolled back with little effort. Pumping him once then twice, gasping when his teeth sunk a little deeper around your areola, you rose higher and welcome him inside—welcomed him home with a low guttural moan of satisfaction.

You rode him slowly, careful to roll your hips and draw them back enough that only the tip of him remained lodged between your walls. Hiromi hissed through clenched teeth, finally withdrawing from your tender breasts to let his head fall backwards, sweat edging his hairline and the tendons in his neck stark in their strain. His hands pawed at your backside, spreading you further open whilst he watched you through near shut eyelids. Leaning in, your lips claimed his. His hot breath mixed with yours, spurring you to move faster when his stomach contracted, and he whined into the depths of your mouth.

“You—I… oh fuck—fuck! Look at me, lemme see you,” he wailed, his voice an octave higher and filled with urgency.

The second you pulled back to glance at him, he bit savagely into his bottom lip and his eyes travelled between your face and your tits that moved in time with your frantic bouncing. It made you smile, lopsided and punch drunk, seeing your husband still so affected by you after all these years. His cheeks were a ruddy pink, droplets of sweat running from his hair to his jaw and if eyes could look like hearts, then that would be the only way to describe the love and adoration following your every movement.

“Fuck—love you. So much. Fucking goddess… so beautiful,” he slurred enthusiastically.

Hiromi wrapped a hand around the hair he could reach, tugging it into his palm and driving upwards with sudden ferocity. Hiccuping from the unexpected change, you clenched around his length, letting him take over as the pressure in your belly reached the point of no return. Your orgasm broke over you more quickly than expected, the taut stretch of tension snapped in half as pleasure contracted your muscles and made you spasm over and over. He fucked you through it, holding your pliant body to take every impact of his cock drilling into you, angling you so that the soft tissue near your belly cushioned him perfectly.

He was lost to his desires, to his obsession of memorising every line and detail of your blissed out face. Your glasses squint and foggy, eyelids drooped and mouth agape. Your breasts jiggled perfectly, shiny from his spit, tender and swollen from his mouth and how he had bitten and suckled your skin. What pushed him over the edge was the reflection in your lens, his face reflected back to him and the raw adoration more than evident in his expression. He loved you. He loved you much, and he would never able to verbalise it as eloquently as he would like, despite his years of schooling and far from lacking vocabulary.

Everything was perfection to him; you were his everything and he poured the entirety of his essence into the orgasm that shot through him with a sound like a war cry. Only then did he loosen his hold, welcoming you to drape yourself against his panting chest. Boneless and dewy with sweat, your skin tasted salty when his lips found your shoulder and he licked at it like a kitten drinking milk.

“That was…” you panted, trying to catch your breath. “That was something, huh?”

“It was more than just something.” Hiromi kissed your cheeks before returning to your mouth, speaking with his lips ghosting yours. “You’ve really got no idea how sexy I find you, do you?”

His cock twitched, sloppy movements causing you to arch and stretch from the continued fullness of being impaled. Of course you knew, it was written all over his face, but it still made you flush to think about, not least admit.

“I have some idea.”

Hiromi sighed, a happy sigh though he shook his head. “Darling, you have no idea.”

[sweetiecutie]

Part ten: breast worship~ 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: Sebastian Krueger x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, tiddy sucking, breast worship, thigh humping, love🥺

A/n: yes, October is over and so is Kinktober so WHAT??? Try fucking stopping me duh

It was a fun little quirk of Krueger’s, the one you’ve discovered a whole while after starting your relationship. His oral fixation. A rather huge one.

Sebastian had something in his mouth pretty much all of the time - nibbling onto the straw long time after he finished his juice, numerous chewing gums and marmalade candies which could be found in the pocket of his every jacket, his own fucking nails for the lack of anything else, which you oftentimes scolded him for.

That’s why most of the nights you or Sebastian spent over at the other’s place ended up pretty much the same - both of you cuddled up under heavy layers of blankets, all warm and snuggly, Krueger’s head hidden under your (his) shirt, mouth full of your soft tits. The tip of his tongue traced circles around your erected nipple, head dizzy from your sweet and oh so dear scent, making him cuddle even closer into you. His hand was busy with your other breast, making sure that both of his girls were getting enough attention, nimble fingers tweaking and pinching your nipple softly, eventually causing slick to pool in your panties.

Small whine escaped Sebastian as you felt his hips humping against your thigh, his hard cock poking your leg, some of the precum was soaking through the cotton of his boxers, wetting your skin. Your hand came to rub wide circles onto his back, a simple and casual gesture making Krueger melt into a soft puddle in your loving arms, softening his bones and filling his stomach with butterflies.

Releasing your breast with a loud ‘pop’ his wet lips stared scattering small kisses all over your sternum, slowly making their way to your other tit.

- Ich liebe dich, - he whispered, those words never failing to make your heart skip a beat. You wrapped yourself further around his bulky form, sleep heavy on your eyelids, exhaustion of the day thrumming in your very bones.

- I love you too, - you mumbled, placing a kiss on the top of Sebastian’s head through the fabric of the t-shirt he was under. Closing your eyes it was no surprise you were fast asleep in a few minutes, and so was your lover.

And, of course, it was no surprise to wake up with Krueger’s mouth suckling gently onto your tits once again, his big glossy eyes gazing up at you adorably as you peeked under the neckline of your t-shirt. The best fucking way to start your day<3

[mustainegf]

I’ve been craving dilf Kirk!! Can you write a smut where reader has been a bit of a brat and he puts her in her place 🥹

Kirk pls me next pls Kirk pls

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 ²⁰¹¹

My attitude towards Kirk lately had become very… bratty. I'd pout around whenever he had gigs scheduled and couldn't spend the whole day with me. I'd text incessantly for updates on what he was doing and demand that he answer right away. I'd been far from perfect, and deep down, I knew it.

One evening, after yet another screaming battle about his touring schedule, Kirk called me into his bedroom. The moment I came through the doorway, his glowing brown eyes snapped onto mine.

"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the edge of the bed. His tone brooked no argument, and I didn't even think to disobey. As soon as I settled, he moved and grasped my wrists, pinning them above my head against the mattress.

"You've been acting like a spoiled little brat lately," he growled. "I think it's time someone taught you some discipline."

I knew Kirk well enough to understand that when he got stern, it often preceded something intense, and not just emotionally. He leaned in close, his lips grazing my cheek as he whispered:

"I'ma fuck you so good tonight, baby. I'll show you exactly how a good girl should behave."

Though a rebel to most people, his dominance was exactly what I needed from Kirk: for him to take control, to remind me who really was in charge.

With one smooth movement, he let go of one of my hands to jerk down my shorts and panties in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my exposed pussy, eliciting a loud gasp from me. Kirk didn't waste any time, sliding two fingers down and pressing inside of me with no type of warning at all, really opening me up for what was to come.

"Fuck, you're already dripping for me," he muttered, curling his fingers deeper. His touch was punishing.

I pushed my hips back into his fingers. His other hand slid up my spine to grab a handful of my hair and pull in a gentle but firm way. It was a sensation I loved, one that always left me whimpering.

"Kirk," I moaned, unable to retain anything. My own voice filled the room. I could feel my walls clenching around his probing digits, begging to cum even though we’d hardly begun.I

"Be a good girl for me…" His thumb found my clit, circling it in tight circles as his fingers continued their brutal assault on my gummy depths.

With a deep groan, Kirk suddenly pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me hollow. I didn't get a chance to protest as he pushed me back onto the bed again. His eyes burning, glued over my naked body.

"Now, let's see how sorry you can really get," he grumbled. Kirk shed his clothes really fast, bulge prominent in his jeans, and crawled all over me, caging me under his larger frame once he was fully nude.

"You have two choices here," Kirk growled, grinding his erection against my sensitive folds. "Either you beg me to fuck you senseless until you learn your lesson… or I'll tie you up and use you however I please."

I knew better than to challenge him further with his cock rubbing against my heat. Instead, I chose option A for the path of least resistance.

"Please, Kirk," I begged, reaching up to lace my fingers through his dark curls. "Fuck me… Show me how much you hate my attitude." There was no mistaking the desperation in my voice as my body started shaking.

An evil grin shot over Kirk's handsome features at my plea. In one move, he peeled off my shirt and bra, baring my breasts to his hungry eyes. He palmed them roughly, tweaking on my nipples until I cried.

"You want me to fuck you hard? Punish you for bein’ such a brat?" he asked, each question followed with a nip along my neckline. I could only nod frantically.

"Then say it," Kirk demanded. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

His cock beat against my thigh, its heat practically searing into my skin.

"I want you to f-fuck me, Kirk," I breathed. "I want you to fuck into me until I s-scream. Use me like the naughty girl I am." My hips bucked upwards involuntarily, needing to feel him inside me. "Remind me of what a bad brat I've b-been. Make me feel it."

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice low and rumbling. "So eager to be used properly." With that, he aligned himself with my entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging my slick folds.

Kirk snarled, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a bright red print there.

“This is exactly what you deserve," he added, his merciless rhythm resuming. His cock pumped into me time and time again, filling me.

He stopped for a moment, letting his words hang heavy in the air, then slammed back in. "You love it. Don't you? Beg for it," Kirk ordered. "Beg me to ruin your pretty little cunt."

"P-Please, Kirk," I whimpered, opening my legs wider in invitation. "Please... Fuck me until I c-can't walk straight. I need it, I need you so badly."

With a growling grunt, Kirk rammed into me, filling me to the hilt in one smooth motion. I screamed, hooking my nails into his shoulders and clinging to him for my life.

"Yes!" I cried back, bending my spine to meet his strokes. "Harder, Kirk!"

He did so at a ruthless pace, pistoning in and out of me and his movements shook the bedframe.

"Fucking brat," he growled, accenting each word with especially cruel strokes. "Thought you could act up and get away with it, huh?"

I could only gasp and moan. The headboard smacked against the wall with each impact, the sound mingling with the obscene squelch of flesh meeting flesh.

"I'm close," I panted, and my inner muscles had already started fluttering around his shaft. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

The dual stimulation of his cock driving into me and his fingers torturing my clit was too much. I balanced on the edge of cumming, my whole body was squeezing.

"You're gonna cum for me," Kirk ordered. "You're gonna drench my cock with your sweet juices because you need to be taught a lesson."

With one last roar from Kirk, he bottomed out inside me a final time, his length stroking that spot way deep inside that made stars burst behind my clamped shut eyelids.

I shook and screamed, trying to grip onto him for support as inner walls clenched and spasmed around Kirk. My bones to jelly and my mind to mush.

"S-shit!" I managed to gasp out, and my entire world was reduced to that incredible feeling. "Kirk…fuck."

Kirk grunted, He pounded into me a few more times, milking every last drop of pleasure from both of us before finally pausing deep inside me. He fell on top of me with a shuddering breath, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

A moment later, he pulled out slowly, letting my sensitive flesh relax, before he slid entirely off the bed. I watched him, still dazed while he cleaned himself up and then turned to me with a smirk.

"Learn your lesson, brat?" he asked darkly.

Lying there, almost immobile, I could only offer a weak smile. "Yes… yes Kirk…," I whimpered. "I’ll be good..."

[pforestsims]

A mesh tweak / replacement for afBodyCroppetJacketSkirt that was included with H&M, FT and Bon Voyage but was hidden for some reason. /OK, I think I know why - the textures are a tad f*cked up, neckline looks bad on darker skintones :/

AF Cropped Jacket & Skirt Default

Download (SFS)

All morphs. I've also included unlockers shared by LordDarcy here (BV) and here (SP5 - H&M Fashion Stuff).

*This is obviously for The Sims 2

[freedomfireflies]

And the Winner Is...

���And the winner is…Harry Styles!”

Harry chuckles as he pulls you further down the leather seat of the limo, grinning as he noses under your jaw. “M’always a winner with you, Angel.”

Your lashes flutter, hands squeezing along his upper arms as you settle back against the door. “And would you like to know what you’ve won?”

He hums, fingers brushing down the curve of your neck. “Tell me.”

Your response is to slide your legs a bit further apart, subtly welcoming him in as he stills and glances down at the hemline of your dress as it travels up your lap.

You watch the way his pupils nearly triple in size. Watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. Watch the clench in his jaw as his nails begin to scratch down your hip. 

“Go ahead,” you whisper as his lips part with wonder. “Collect your prize.”

His eyes snap up, catching yours and forcing you to suck in a sharp breath. “All right then,” he agrees softly, hand coming out to guide your dress further along your stomach. “Well…I’d like to thank my wonderful girlfriend for this fantastic honor.”

Your lips pull back in a smirk at his teasing speech, but you can’t find a response in time before his touch becomes a bit too distracting.

“I’d like to thank her right leg…” he continues, a bit more salaciously as he smooths his palm across your inner thigh, guiding it even further to the side. “…and her left leg. For always being so…welcoming.”

You swallow a whine as you watch him move to the floor of the car and onto his knees, determined features glued to your cunt.

“I’d like to thank those pretty nails…” he muses, now reaching up to slide his fingers along the material of your underwear. “…for always painting such pretty pictures down my back.”

You watch the silk slip down your legs before it’s discarded carelessly somewhere behind him.

“I’d like to thank that pretty little neck…” His voice drops to a needy purr as he loops his arm around your waist to angle you up. “…for always feeling so good in my hands.”

He dips down to ghost his mouth just above your hip and your head drops back, unable to support itself any longer.

“I’d especially like to thank my two best friends…” he adds just as his other hand comes up to tug on the neckline of your dress until your chest is revealed. “…for always being there for me.”

You’d laugh if he wasn’t already groping your tit in his palm, tweaking your nipple between his fingers as you’re forced to gasp. 

“I’d also like to thank my favorite thing in the entire fucking world…” he hums, eyes flicking up for just a moment as his other hand finds your clit. You feel his thumb pressing into you before he’s dragging it down, making you squirm. “…for always being so fucking sweet. And inviting. And showing me just how badly I need it.”

And he’s so close. He’s so fucking close to giving you what you want. You can almost taste it, and you wish that he and his ego weren’t on such a power trip right now after winning that damn Grammy, because maybe then…he’d actually give you what you want.

Instead, he pauses. Nose and lips and hands and tongue only inches away.

He looks up. Grins at you like he’s the happiest goddamn man in the world. His smile bigger than when he was on the stage accepting the award. 

And your heart leaps.

“Couldn't have done it without you,” he finishes, winking before he finally concedes and drags his tongue along your cunt.

Short but sweet, thank you so much for asking! Congratulations Harry! You deserve the world💞

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

[contact-guy]

heyyy I hope it's okay to send an ask! I just wanted to know about your art process, if you got any advise. Because I'm in love with your SH doodles, they're so dynamic and lively and the shading is such a nice accent yet it remains somewhat minimalistic? I'm relatively decent at realism but want to develop my own character in drawing more and I'm wondering how you arrived at yours, did you have a method? Thanks in advance^^

love to talk about DRAWING......

The short answer is that because I want to draw them a lot, and have limited time, I can't be too precious about how the final result looks! So a lack of perfectionism and a desire for speed ends up forcing me to simplify and stylize them. This was an organic process (if you scroll down my art tag you can see I was drawing them with a bit more detail, finish, and care a few months ago - I was illustrating vs what I'm doing now, cartooning).

Ideally when you are cartooning, every line of the character's face is doing work to make them THEM, and to tell a story. No unnecessary lines! I find that story is best expressed through eyes, eyebrows, and mouth (this might be different for you). Those features can and should change shape to express emotion. They are usually what I draw first, to figure out the emotion, and they're what I spend the most time tweaking.

The rest of the features - face shape, cheekbones, nose, forehead, ears, hairline - are less emotive, less 'plastic', they don't change shape much. These are doing work to make the character recognizable. I try to keep them simple and have a few simple rules that I can remember about each character.

(Watson is tricky because of his mustache! I've found that treating it as part of his mouth rather than a distinct piece works best, but even so it makes his face less emotive - which, honestly, works for the character, as he is less demonstrative than Holmes)

I'll usually do a simple underdrawing to figure out what the body is doing - trying to capture the energy of a pose and, again, thinking about what story the body is telling.

Then I 'ink' in the clothing, following the lines of the body and gravity. Victorian clothing is fun to draw, I find that the structure around the shoulders and neckline lends itself to expressive poses. I did a bunch of Victorian clothing studies a few months ago and felt like I built up a 'library' in my head so that I don't need to reference it every time.

Shading is incredibly minimal and quick. In really simple drawings, its purpose is usually to distinguish characters from the background. In more detailed ones, it's to give them a little dimension and focus the eye to the faces.

Every choice I make is in service of readability rather than beauty or accuracy, if that makes sense. So it is quite a different mindset than when you're drawing realistically or painting.

I hope this was helpful! I am a professional artist but whenever I get sucked into a fandom I find myself making leaps and bounds in my craft because I want to draw so MUCH and don't care about making it polished...truly shout out to hyperfixation for the gifts it brings

[fayes-fics]

Kinktober: Knife Play

Kinktober 2024 Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, knife play, predator-prey, cutting lingerie, brief oral sex (m to f).

Word Count: 0.8k (omg, almost a drabble, I'm shocked)

Author's Note: Last fic for Anthony. I love it when he plays predator with his wife. I mean, s2 was just him growling like a damn animal in the heat, so it fits, tbh lol. Not betaed. Enjoy! <3

You've never been more grateful for Madame Delacroix.

That’s the thought that drifts fleetingly through your mind as Viscount Anthony Bridgerton - casually barefoot in just britches, braces and a white shirt - prowls up to you, a determined, deadly look on his face, a steel blade glinting in the candlelight as he does.

This is one of your riskier games, and for that reason, it inflames you like nothing else—feeling like prey to the most wanted predator. Cornered, ready to be devoured by him, never wanting to escape.

You are wrapped in meticulously crafted lace and silk undergarments that the aforementioned modiste makes for you, which he always ruins within moments of seeing you in them. Unable to contain his lust for the sight of your body scandalously enrobed, the parts you most want him to see peaking out from behind the luxury fibres, your nipples pebbled, your thighs already damp as he rounds upon you.

He crowds you against the bookcase of his study, his hand warm on your belly through the gossamer thin layer. Then he tilts that hand, and you inhale sharply at the cool metallic blade.

He runs the tip of the blade up your centre as you pant lightly, the danger of it adding to your arousal, knowing he will never truly hurt you, freedom in the unbreakable trust between you, signified by the matching wedding rings you wear. 

Scant words are usually exchanged when you play like this, eyes saying everything you need to communicate. 

When he reaches the valley between your breasts, his lip quirks, and he changes path, the translucent lace over the swell of your breast snagging under the knife tip.

He traces the neckline with the blade then you gasp as the cold metal touches the skin of your clavicle, rounding under the delicate silk strap holding the material over your shoulder.

Staring you down, he twists the blade outwards and pulls the knife away from your body, its sharpness slicing through the layers easily, the fabric falling away from that side, exposing your breast, heaving with excitement.

His other hand spiders up your ribs and tweaks your nipple harshly, making you mewl and suck in a wavering breath, a trickle running down your thigh that he can smell. Leaning into you and taking a deep inhale, scenting you like an animal. 

He growls; the knife is suddenly under your other strap, slicing it from your body, too.

Your slip flutters down, and you are now naked from the waist up, the material clinging to the flare of your hips. 

“I will mark you with my initials…” he threatens, the blunt side of the blade running down your breastbone. You know he never will; it is all in play, but the possibility has you squirming. The forbidden fantasy of him carving your skin until it bleeds his initials has you feral, gripping his muscular forearm, your eyes pleading.

His knife hand falls limp to his side as his other hand wraps around the back of your head and pulls you into a breathtaking kiss. Possessive, plundering, making your scalp tingle and your fingers curl, scraping down his abdomen under his shirt.

He pulls away and ensures your eyes track back down to the weapon as he catches your hem with it, slowly and carefully snagging the blade upwards so it cleaves your garment in half, the fabric just melting away under its insist tug.

The remnants of the silk slip glide to the floor at your feet, and you are now naked save for some matching French knickers, soaked with your arousal.

He drops to his knees before you, leather-bound books pressing into your shoulder blades as you lean back into them for support. His mouth closes over the fabric right where you are throbbing for him—sucking the material and making you yell his name, uncaring who may be awoken by your late-night adventures.

He throws one of your thighs over his shoulder, and your hands shoot out and dislodge books on either side as you scrabble for purchase, eyes rolling at the heavenly feel of his tongue through the scratchy lace.

With a gasp, you look down upon him and watch him slide the blade between your body and the silk, again twisting the knife so he cuts through the silk first at your right hip, then your left, staring up at you with dark, glittering eyes.

“Anthony!!”

You can't help but call his name, wanton, wrecked, as his hot mouth pulls your engorged clit between his lips and sucks so hard you see dots swimming as your lids flutter closed, his hands tugging the last of the material from your body as the knife clatters loudly to the floor.

Prey being utterly devoured by predator… and you couldn't be happier about it.

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[yurilvr4]

mahito (nsfw) . ۫ ꣑ৎ . (mdni)

you give him the silent treatment and he tries another way to grab your attention.

cw : mahito, m!reader YAOII, dub-con, overstimulation and fem!mahito (╹ꇴ◠) (art by nonockha.)

"hey...quit doing that. you're making me mad." the wretched curse had the audacity to grumble under his breath when you turned the opposite way and tried to silence his voice out.

you picked your nails until blood eventually coated the outer nail. then, a pair of hands grab your shoulders and you tense immediately.

mahito lowers his patched face down to where your neck meets your shoulder, and bit the skin there.

you flinched but don't say anything. you don't plan to anyway- but he keeps pestering you. kept grabbing and touching you in places you hated his hands on.

"ignoring me isn't nice you know." his breath so close you fought the urge to punch him.

the curse sighs and lifts your shirt- so oversized it barely fits on your body. the neckline so low it exposes your collarbones.

being naked was the least of your concern. after all, mahito always stripped you as a form of humiliation. he's treated you like a dog ever since he captured you. says that 'clothes are only for good boys.'

you didn't protest when mahito removed the remaining clothing you had. his stringy fingers latches onto you like seaweed.

he gasps with childish excitement when he sees your skin exposed for him. all pretty and untouched. a few bruises here and there, down your chest and up your thighs.

"look at you, my pretty thing.." mahito's long hair is now on your skin, it flows down like water and it was always surprisingly soft.

then he bites. he nibbles on the untouched part of your skin until an angry bruise formed—he even bites over on the already, almost healed ones.

you hiss when his teeth gets a little too painful. his canines dig into your flesh like biting into sweet fruit and with that your captor hums with delight.

"c'mon..you know you wanna." his wispy hair drapes down your shoulders, breath next to your ear as he licked your lobe with a teasing grin.

hands snaked up your waist all the way to your firm chest, groping whatever skin you had there, tweaking and pulling your hardened nub between his nimble fingers.

you let out a small noise of complaint, although you felt your resolve breaking the moment his other hand slithers down to your crotch and grabs the base of your dick.

"nn..mgh.." you squirm away from him but he just lowers his body harder on your back, invading your personal space and traces a finger up your already leaky shaft.

his nail plays over the tip of your cock and you release a needy whine.

"so hard for me already? i haven't even begun." mahito licks the inner corner of your earlobe and you shudder while he plays with your sopping cock.

extra appendages reach out to caress your body, flicking your nipples until they're swollen and pumping your little cute cock that eagerly gives in to mahito's persistent hand.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when he finally makes you cum on the sheets, ejaculating so hard it sprays up to your face— mahito licks it clean.

"not done with you yet pet, come here." he traces a finger up to your collarbone and tips your body backward to the mattress. his makeshift genitalia pokes your belly when you try to regulate your breathing.

already pressing two fingers to the rim of your puckered hole, he circles it around until he feels your cum dribble down and he pushes it into your ass.

your captor spits over your hole anyway—listening intently to the sounds you make.

"ah..ah..hah." he pumps and pumps until he feels your hole getting a little less tight now, whereas now he can finally fit and slam his large cock into you with no remorse.

"ready?" mahito giggles with a malicious smile, eyes crinkling when he sees your half disgusted, half pleasured face.

"why? don't want cock?" mahito leans over your body, hands over your chest as he tweaks your nipple once more, his other reaching up toward your bruised neck.

"would you prefer if i switched it up a little?" your eyes widen when he literally transforms in front of you. his once flat chest, bounced with actual real boobs, his waist thinner, his shoulders were less broader and he was slim with plump lips and the same long wispy hair. he looked surprisingly natural as a woman— beautiful even.

the patchwork skin still very evident on his now female body, your eyes wander down to his still very erect, very wobbly cock above your mouth.

"mhm? you like?" mahito's lidded eyes are even extra hotter now, with his fuller lips and busty chest— you almost couldn't convince yourself that this was the same cursed thing that kidnapped you.

your mind must've wandered so deep into the gutter, because your cock is now fully erect and it hits the base of your belly with a soft thump.

mahito gives you a sly grin and grinds his own cock over your own, merging your skins against eachother until you're whining for him to fuck you so hard- all you think about is how good he's fucked you over and over and over again.

mahito's thin waist was so grabable you couldn't resist the urge to latch onto his hips when he practically humped your leaky shaft until you pant and whine like a slut.

mahito makes you cum a second time and for this round, he's decided to flip you over him and sit your puckered ass-hole over his hard stiff.

"ride me til you can't anymore." his fingers trace up your abs and you whine again.

you give in with a few stray tears the moment you sit your hole over his tip. mahito's girth is no joke and his prep earlier was nothing compared to how big his dick is.

you swallow whatever remaining pride you had left and moaned so loud, mahito laughed.

"haha! human beings are so cute!" his fingers dig deep into your hips, guiding your warm hole back to the wet appendage, leaky and wet because of you.

with an arched back you grind and languidly move your hips, mahito coos with appreciation. seeing your cock bounce and bounce over and over makes him want to suck you off like candy.

"c-close! mh...!" your moan was borderline pornographic when you spurted your hot seed over mahito's face.

your chest heaves and you feel your heart pounding against your ribs, but somehow it doesn't bother you.

cracking an eye open, you see mahito lick the sides of his lips- his now female body turning you on even more than before.

without thinking you squeeze his tits between your warm fingers and you flick the pert nipple that rests over the patched skin.

mahito lets your hands wander, the corners of his lips quirk with a smile. "do you like these?" his own hands grab his tits now, squeezing the plump flesh until you see the fat peeking out of the cracks in between his fingers.

you're definitely heart - eyed right now—so horny for a woman that looks something like mahito but also nothing at all.

mahito grabs your jaw and brings your face close to his, hot breath fanning over your lips.

"my pretty thing~" he sing-songs, "let's do it one more time."

you officially give in and lean down to press a hot, chaste kiss on your captors mouth.

[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 7 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing:Scott x Reader

Prompt:None just came to me brahh pt 6 (since the last part didn’t just come to me)

Warning: SMUUUUUUTTT SO MUCH SMUTTT EXPLICT BITCHESS!!!

Annnnnd thank you to my darling Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics who edited while I went to my brothers high school to yell at some teachers!

ENJOY!!!!

******

“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”  His words ran through you like fire, his head lowering so he could kiss your ankle.  

His hands slid up your thighs as he pressed kisses to your smooth legs. Your breathing was stuttering the higher up he kissed and when he licked a strip on the inside of your thigh you arched off the bed slightly a gasp making its way past your lips.  

He sat up as he continued straddling your lower legs, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were glowing. You sat up to join him, his eyes staring down at you as you nervously reached your hands out to his shirt.  

You began unbuttoning his silky smooth red shirt, leaving shy kisses on his torso as you went. He cradled your head as you got the last button, his eyes full of lust but also love. You slid your hands up his body until you reached his shoulders. You pushed the material off his body until he took over to throw it across the room  

The way he looked at you gave you enough courage to finally move from underneath him. You knelt up in front of him before grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it over your body, unconsciously making sure your face didn’t touch the neckline.  

As you threw the dress away Scott started growling as he looked down at your body, his eyes scanned passed your bare chest to the Calvin’s Lydia had told you to wear. His reaction caused your confidence to grow tenfold.  

You turned around and crawled over to the head of the bed, checking over your shoulder to see Scott’s reaction. Pleased with the reaction you, went to sit down. However, before you could get off all fours Scott was behind you, his lips brushing against your ear.  

“I’m trying to take this slowly but you’re teasing me and if you continue I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from pinning you to the bed and fucking you right now.” He growled against your ear, his words forcing a soft whimper out of you.  

“So why don’t you?” You asked curiously.  

“Because I want to worship every inch of your body.” He whispered huskily in your ear.  

“I want to build you up so slowly and watch you fall apart for me.” He added his teeth grazing your ear, earning a shiver from you.  

“Then, when you’ve fallen apart I’m going build you back up.” He teased, his voice full of authority and lust.  

“And then…I’m gonna break you over and over again…until you're begging me to stop.” His words cause you to let out a quiet moan.  

Your arms were shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but before you could collapse to the bed, Scott’s hand slid between your breasts, his hand wrapping around your throat adding no pressure just holding. Suddenly pressure was added, his hand dragging your body with him as he sat up. You back was pressed against his, your ass pushing against Scott’s very evident arousal resting in his pants.  

His other hand started trailing down your body, stopping at your chest so he could tweak your nipples softly before he continued his journey. By the time he got to the hem of your panties you were a panting mess but instead of continuing he stopped causing you to whimper.  

“Are you sure?” He panted softly against your ear like it was taking every ounce of control not bend you over on fuck you like an animal.  

“Y-Yes…Please.” You whimper almost whining ‘Alpha’ but thankfully you managed stopped yourself.  

Instead of words his hand slowly made its way into underwear, his finger sliding through your folds earning a gasp from you. The feeling of having someone else touch you was electrifying but that might also be because the person is Scott. He groaned against your ear as his fingers reached your entrance.  

“God, you’re so wet.” Any other time you would have blushed at his words but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care and before you could stop yourself, the dirty words you been repeating in your head fell from your lips.  

“A-Alpha.” You moaned, his fingers stopping at your entrance, freezing in place.  

“Jesus Christ.” His other hand tightened around your neck, forcing a whimper of submission out of you. It shouldn’t turn you on that someone is almost cutting off your flow of air but it does, the action causing your pussy to clench in want. You bucked your hips forward, accidentally making the tip of Scott’s two fingers enter you.  

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You would’ve laughed had you not been so aroused and delirious.  

“I’m a virgin n-not a prude. I masturbate t-too Scott.” You stuttered out, trying to hold back the urge to moan. You grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand until his fingers were buried inside you. You moan at the feeling, his fingers reaching further than you’d ever been able to before.  

“I-If you don’t start moving your hand I’m going to f-fuck myself on your fingers.” You groaned as you thrust your hips to prove your point.  

“Such a dirty girl.” He whispered huskily into your ear, before he started thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, his actions slow and teasing. You gripped to his wrist with both hands as you tried to ground yourself. Your whimpers and soft moans quickly turned to whines of need and beg for release.  

“Pl-Please…M-More…Need more.” You moaned loudly as his finger tried to maintain their slow pace his fingers scissoring inside you in an attempt to stretch you a little more. Instead of answering, Scott took out his finger leaving you whimpering in his wake before he teased your entrance with three fingers.  

He slowly slid three inside you, causing you to stretch out which earned a groan of pain. Scott stopped as his fingers as they reached the depth they could, giving you time to adjust. After a few seconds, you thrust your hips, letting him know you were okay.  

When he seemed hesitant you slid his fingers out of you, before moving his hand from around your neck. You turned around so your bare chest was inches from his then you grabbed his hand and placed it back at your entrance. He stared at you with scepticism as you stared into his eyes. You moved closer to him so your noses were brushing against one another.  

“Stop t-treating me like I’m made of glass. If you don’t, I’m going to take control.” You whispered seductively, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. Scott’s eyes flashed red before he plunged his three back inside you, causing you to dig your nails into his arms.  

“Fine but you asked for it.” He whispered against your lips before he started thrusting his fingers into you roughly, his other hand grabbing your jaw as he leant a little bit to kiss you with a burning need.  

The sensation of his lips on yours as his fingers fucked into you was enough to make you cry out, but it was quickly swallowed by your lover's mouth. His tongue working its way inside your mouth dominating every inch of your mouth as he went.  

When he pulled away he replaced his mouth with two fingers. The tips of them pushing past your lips as you held your jaw in place. You sucked his finger willingly, swirling your tongue against them with intent.  

“God, your mouth is a sin.” Scott groaned as he watched you tongue curl around the tips of his fingers, his fingers never stopping as they pushed in and out of you harshly.  

Your hands slid down his chest before you came to his bulge stopping as you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes, your tongue still licking and sucking his fingers. His eyes narrowed but before he could ask you gripped him tightly through his slacks, earning a gasp followed quickly by a groaned.  

The fingers in your mouth slid out as his hand fell to his side, the fingers inside you freezing momentarily. You took this time to unzip his slacks before quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. You stared at his cock as it slid out his boxers, eyes widening at how big it was.  

“I may be a virgin but I’ve watched enough porn to know you’re big…really big…” You muttered seductively as your eyes hooded with want.  

“If you don’t move your fingers soon Scott I’m going to walk out of here and go and relieve myself.” You taunted, causing his eyes to narrow before his hands were in you, half pulling it so you head was leaning back.  

“You’re such a demanding little princess aren’t you?” Scott growled against your neck but before he could get angrier you grabbed his shaft, squeezing it slightly, causing him to groan against your neck.  

“I’m a Queen.” You muttered, a filthy yet flirty giggle escaping your lips.  

“Not a princess.” You added as you started pumping your hand up and down slowly, twisting your hand slightly as you worked.  

When he let go of your hair, his hands began pumping inside you with an animalistic speed causing you to let out a rather loud moan which could of be described as pornographic. You pumped your hand up and down faster as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt your end closing in so you gripped his arm, slowing his actions down.  

“Want to cum on A-Alpha’s cock.” You muttered earning a lustful growl from Scott. He pulled his fingers out anyway before going to get off the bed causing your hand the slip from his shaft, but you grabbed his arm before he could.  

“Where are you going?” You frowned softly.  

“Need a condom.”  

“Why werewolves can’t get STI’s?” You muttered with confusion.  

“They can get pregnant though.” He snorted but you let out a sigh.  

“I’m not that stupid Scott. When I started acting like a bitch in heat I got put on the pill because I didn’t know if we’d be smart enough to use protection if either of us lost control.” You smiled before pulling him onto the bed, resulting in him laid on his back. You shed your panties before sliding his slacks and boxers off.  

You threw one leg over him with a smirk. He stared at you with wide eyes as he scanned your body, stopping as he looked down at your pussy. He let out a slight groan, his hand moving to grip your hips.  

You pressed your wet heat down onto his shaft earning a hiss from Scott. You rubbed your wetness over his cock with a scream as he dug his nails into your hips with a gasp of pleasure.   

“If you keep doing t-that, I’m going to lose co-control Y/N!” He growled angrily his claws sliding out and digging into your hips drawing a little blood. You should've winced in pain however for some reason you moaned loudly as you stared into Scott's eyes.   

“Then l-lose control…Alpha.” You purred seductively, your hands resting on his chest.  

He lets out a deep growl before flipping you over so he was on top. He grabbed his shaft mixing your juices and his pre-cum together. You bit your lip, as you watched him pump his shaft a few times, watch you with his crimson eyes.  

He leant down and teased your entrance with his swollen cock, earning a gasp from you as you tug your claws, which you’d failed to see had made an appearance, into his chest leaving light scratches on his chest that healed quickly but still left trails of blood in its wake.  

“I’m g-gonna do this quickly.” He groaned as his cock pushed into your sex slightly. You gave him a nod and that all it took for him to pushed into you quickly breaking through the barrier. You whined in pain as you flung your arms around him, digging your claws into his back.  

“Shhh, it's okay baby…You’re doing so well for your Alpha.” He whispered, stroking your hair as he let you heal. The tears in your eyes fell down your face before the pain finally started easing off and you could feel your body start to heal.  

“M-Move…Alpha p-please.” You whined softly, your arms still clutching him tightly like if you let go he’d vanish. He started slowly but when you begged him to go faster he complied, his thrusts rough and deep and to you it was pure ecstasy. The full feeling he gave you, was indescribable.  

“S-Scott I’m close…P-Please.” You screamed, your back arching causing your chest to press against his, as you felt your stomach clench.  

“Cum for me baby.” Was all he whispered before you came undone writhing under him as he slowed his thrusts down, holding onto you tightly.  

“As soon as seeing you post orgasm is enjoyable…I’m not done with you yet baby girl.” He groaned as you clenched around his cock. You knew now that you were used to him, the fun began now.  

He pulled out and flipped you over onto your belly before grabbing your hips and leaving you completely exposed to you. You wolf was scratching the inside of your head begging to be let out, howling for their Alpha.  

“S-Scott…wolf.” Was all you could say, but thankfully he understood.  

“Me too baby.” He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, running his fingers up and down the dripping heat.  

Suddenly you couldn't hold it back anymore, your eyes began glowing as your claws dug into the sheets. You let out a howl, pushing yourself against Scott’s fingers. You heard Scott howl back before he was plunging his cock into you with an inhuman force.  

He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, his claws digging into your hips as he fucked into you. Your voice hitched as you whined like a bitch in heat, pushing against him meeting his every thrust with just as much speed and force.  

“Mate.” Scott growled letting you know his wolf had finally been let out too.  

“A-Alpha!” You screamed loudly, purring and keening against his thrusts.  

You felt yourself nearing another orgasm but this time you couldn't tell him because the only thing your voice could do was growl and whined under your Alpha’s attention. You clenched around him letting him know you were going to cum.  

“Cum o-on Alpha’s cock.” He growled, his voice barely human at this point but his words once against sent you over that edge for the second time that night. As you came you felt a warm feeling inside letting you know Scott had cum at the same time. Suddenly there was a warmth that spread inside your stomach causing you to gasp.  

It felt like something inside you was winding together. Your wolf finally retracting as you looked at Scott behind you whose eyes were will glowing red but he looked like he’d come to his senses.  

“Can you…” He gave you nod letting you know he felt it too. It felt like your and Scott’s wolves and souls were merging, it was a feeling that you could describe in any way except that it felt right.  

“Is that the bond?” You asked softly as you finally got your breath back, his soft cock still buried inside you as his arms wrapped around you tightly.  

“Yeah, I think so…It feels…”  

“Amazing?” You supplied causing him to smile against your shoulder.  

“Yeah...” He muttered happily, placing a loving kiss against your damp skin. He finally slid out of you earning a dirty moan to slip out, a blush quickly forming on your face.  

“If you do that again we’ll be going for another round.” Scott groaned painfully, causing you to giggle.  

“Then again looking at you ass on display whilst my cum trickles down your leg is worse.” He growled as he admired your ass. You grinned to yourself before leaning up so you could stare at him, on your hands and knees. You dipped your fingers into your heat, whining as you did. After your finger was coated in yours and his cum you brought it to your mouth, licking it off.  

“Yep, you’re not leaving this bed ever again.” Scott growled before he pounced on you.  

Part 6 <- -> Epilogue

[rynwritesstuff]

Mine, Mine, Mine

Jealous!Charlie Barber x Reader

Word count: 700

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, creampie, brief spanking, slight possessive language, looooots of praise

Summary: You and Charlie have some fun after a waiter hits on you.

(Thank you to @judypahtootee for requesting this!!)

“I can’t believe this,” Charlie mutters as the two of you walk out to his car. You squeeze his hand, and he doesn’t reciprocate the action, which tells you that he really is frustrated or angry or both. Probably both. It’s usually both. 

“He didn’t know, Charlie,” you tell him gently, still holding the small piece of paper with the waiter’s number on it. You realize you’ve still got it in your hand, and you shove it into your purse so that it can collect dust and debris. 

“He had to have known, I just don’t think he cared,” Charlie tells you. “We were holding hands, it was obvious that we were on a date.”

You sigh softly. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not gonna call him. So . . .”

Charlie huffs out a soft chuckle, and you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder as the two of you reach his car. He opens the door for you, you get in, and he walks around to get in the driver’s seat. His hand rests on your thigh the entire way back to the house, and deep down, you already know what’s going to happen once you’re home. He’s frustrated by the situation and pent-up due to seeing you in this dress, and that combination can only mean one thing: Intense, wonderful, world-shattering sex.

Sure enough, Charlie pushes you up against the door the moment you’re inside, his hands on your hips as he kisses you deeply. You sigh, your hands moving up to run through his hair and tug at it gently. 

“Mm,” you breathe. “Honey–”

“I need you,” Charlie says, tugging you towards the couch. “My pretty girl . . .”

You nod as he unbuckles his belt and tosses it to the floor before lying back on the couch cushions. He pulls his cock free from the confines of his pants, and you pull up your dress and tug your panties to the side, hesitating only for a moment before getting on top of him. 

“You can put all your weight on me,” Charlie says gently, his hands finding your hips as you touch his chest and position your entrance at his tip. You hum, leaning down to kiss him. 

“You sure?” you ask. 

“Always, sweetheart.”

You nod, then sink down on his cock. Both of you sigh. You’re so wet and hot that it's almost uncomfortable. You need this. You need him. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” Charlie says, his hands gripping your thighs, hips, and ass. You nod, breathing shaky and uneven. 

“I’m yours.”

“Mm, again.”

“I-I’m yours!” 

You’re bouncing faster, now, and your breasts are right there in Charlie’s face, looking lovely as always, and he tugs the neckline of your dress down so that he can tweak your nipples gently. 

“Again, baby!” Charlie groans in-between breathy sighs and grunts. 

“I’m yours, Charlie! All yours! Don’t want anyone else’s cock inside of me . . .”

“Fuck,” he says. “Good girl. My good girl.”

You reach down to rub your clit quickly, chasing your orgasm desperately, and Charlie’s hips buck beneath you as you ride him. “Mm, shit, fuck, taking my cock so well,” Charlie says. “Fuck . . .” 

You love it when he babbles, when you’re making him feel so good that he can’t even properly articulate how good it feels for him. He’s so in love with you, so in love with your body and mind and soul. Everything about you is perfect to him. Everything. 

“I love you,” you sigh, orgasm moments away. 

“I love you too, honey. Keep going, mmm . . .” He gives your ass a few quick smacks, and that’s enough to send you over the edge. You groan loudly as his hips move and thrust against you. He cums only seconds after you do, and you sigh as you lean down to press your forehead against his as his seed fills you and your bounces come to an end. 

“Fuck,” you sigh. “Mmm. So good, handsome.”

Charlie kisses you again and again and again. 

“You’re amazing,” Charlie says, tucking some hair behind your ear. “My sweet girl.”