#as sexy as it can be with them both tired and half assing it but so desperate for each other’s bodies

[snezus-christ-risen]

The angel on one shoulder telling me to make it fluffy and sweet and tender and innocent

and

The devil on the other telling me to write congested dirty talk while two characters finger bang each other into a deeper state of exhaustion

[macfrog]

you shook me all night long sex on fire chapter one

requested by @whore-4-pedro (hope u enjoy lovely)

lived all my succession fantasies out writing this one icl. enjoy 🖤 check out my masterlist for more joel fun ‼️

pairing: ceo!joel x fem!reader

summary: as joel miller's assistant, you're expected to meet all his needs. some are a little more personal than others

warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) creepy dude at the beginning, lotta teasing and touching, mentions of female masturbation, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, semi-public sex, daddy kink, age gap (reader is late 20s, joel late 40s), alcohol and drug use, cursing, low-key inappropriate work relationship (if bad then why sexy?)

word count: 7.8k

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You grind your ass and Joel hums into your skin. He’s getting harder by the second, you’re getting wetter. It’s not enough, what you’re doing. You need more. You lower your hand and cup him through his pants, taking hold of his bulge and massaging gently. His hips are moving, he’s rutting into your palm, both of you desperate to rid yourselves of the clothing separating your skin. “I asked,” you breathe, “what’s next on the agenda?” “Next,” Joel mumbles into your skin, “was thinkin’ I could bend you over this desk ‘n fuck you.”

It’s Friday night.

You only got home from work an hour and a half ago. Tired, hungry, sore eyes from staring at a screen all night, sore back from sitting hunched over all day. Dumped your bags at the door, ripped your clothes off by your bed, dove straight into the shower. You’d picked an outfit, curled your hair in record time, and even done your makeup before Deb called to say she was out front.

It was a ten-minute drive from your place to the hotel – it’s only a couple blocks from work. The cab driver made light conversation, talked about his daughter and her new puppy, and you both nodded and uhuhed in all the breaks in his sentences. Deb made some comment about it being easier if you’d just stayed at the office until the party, and you’d hummed in agreement, looking out the window at the regal hotel.

Truth be told, you’d rather be doing anything other than attending a work function. You’ve had a long week. A lot of meetings, paperwork, emails to be answered, and most of all, running around after your boss. It’s not all fun and games being Joel Miller’s assistant, regardless of the pay, or the view from your desk over to his.

Your head’s elsewhere when you waltz through the revolving door, heels clicking along the marble floor. The elevator – gold, by the way – slides open and you both step inside, hitting the highest button before you’re swept up twenty floors to the penthouse.

“Did you send those documents over to us yet?” Deb asks.

“Nope,” you reply, slipping out when the elevator dings. “Had to sit in on a meeting with Joel and take the fucking minutes, spent all night writing them up.”

“He won’t be pissed at you?”

“If he hadn’t insisted I was in there with him, you’d have your reports, wouldn’t you?”

She shrugs, agreeing.

“Anyway,” you continue, “I can take angry Joel. He doesn’t scare me.”

Deb chuckles as you shoulder the doors to the penthouse open.

It’s a moody dull, lit only by the lights lining the bar and small lamps decorating mahogany tables, sat next to deep green velvet couches. There are clusters of people everywhere you look; stood near shelves filled with leather-bound books, examining the view from the floor to ceiling windows, sprawled out over luxurious chairs with champagne flutes in their hands. There’s a tree in the middle of the room, branches decorated in blinking string lights reaching to a glass dome in the ceiling.

It's, like, sickeningly pretentious. You know it. Hell, you all know it. Still, in your little black dress, you strut over and take a champagne of your own, sipping on the fizzing drink with one elbow resting on the wooden bar.

“There’s my girl,” his voice coos over your shoulder. “Been watchin’ for you all night, took your time.”

You lean back, bored expression on your face.

Joel’s broad chest pulls on the white shirt he’s wearing, same one you just saw him in little over three hours ago, only without a tie; the top couple of buttons are undone to reveal his chest hair peeking through. You try not to let your eyes linger on him too long.

“You look fuckin’ ecstatic to be here.”

He leans against the bar next to you, arms crossed. When you don’t reply, he nudges you. Your champagne jolts in its glass.

“I always look like this. I’m always ecstatic to be everywhere.”

He smiles. “Why aren’t you mingling?”

“Don’t wanna.”

“’s a work event. That’s the whole point.”

“Then why are you over here talkin’ to me?”

His eyes flash across your lips, and you swear they drop for a nanosecond to your chest.

“Come on,” he says, taking your wrist in his huge hand, “some people you oughta meet.”

Joel ignores your sigh and leads you over onto a plush rug, sidling between knees to sit you down on the soft couch between himself and some bald dude in a jet blue suit, whose shirt is also undone, though much further than Joel’s. He has a chest like a hairless cat.

Cue Ball snakes an arm over the back of the couch; his fingers dance across your back. You shimmy a little closer to Joel and he notices instantly, jaw turning slowly to glance over. When he sees your knees angled toward him, seeking protection, he leans back and wraps his left arm around your shoulders, his right coming down to cup your knee.

“This,” he shakes your leg, left arm pulling you tighter against him, “is my wonderful assistant. My right-hand lady. Couldn’t do anything without her, could I?”

“Could wipe your own ass, that’s about it,” you mumble into your glass, and a roar of laughter sounds from your audience.

Joel, still leaning back, pulls his arm from you but keeps his shoulder firmly behind yours, making sure whatever the creep on your left tries, he’ll feel first. Your elbow rests in the crook of his, and you keep it there, quietly enjoying the intimacy of his body caging yours.

His left hand is settled on your thigh. You realize it after a swig of champagne, and start counting in your head how many seconds his fingers stay gripped on your skin.

He talks with his hands – always has. Walks around his office, ranting and raving sometimes, arms swinging around in the air while you take notes, or file your nails, or just watch until he’s done. For the next half hour, though, he only talks with his right hand. Only sips his beer with his right hand. Only scratches his beard, or pulls his phone from his pocket, or reaches up and passes you a second drink, and then a third, with his right hand.

You stay rigid, legs unmoving, eyes barely leaving his knuckles, locked tight around your thigh. There’s heat from his touch siphoning from his palm down through your skin, rippling like waves all through your body and pooling somewhere south of your belly button. No matter how hard you try, you can’t shake it. Can’t stop thinking about it. You barely notice when Cue Ball’s hand ghosts across your back a second time.

But Joel notices, straight away. He flashes the guy a look, and you swear he’s baring his teeth. Eyes locked on the blue suit like it’s a target, never blinking. He doesn’t say anything when his prey excuses himself to the bathroom, and you don’t turn to watch him go, but you do notice three other sharp-suited pricks stand and wander off in that direction after him.

Probably not a coincidence.

Joel still has a hold on your leg. Your flute is empty, and you lean forward to place it on the wooden table at your knees, beginning to stand.

His grip loosens, but he looks up at you as you tower over him.

“Cocktail,” you tell him with a sweet smile, and he nods, letting you go.

You know he’s watching you as you slink away. Is it the alcohol in your system, or something darker, that makes you sway your hips a little more for his benefit?

Deb’s over at the bar with Martha, another of Joel’s assistants. She’s around his age, worked for him much longer than you have, but when he hired you, you took on most of the groundwork. Following Joel’s orders– sorry, requests, organizing meetings, filing paperwork for him. Martha sits at a desk outside Joel’s office, answers the phone and directs anyone who happens to wander up to the top floor of the building.

Did I say directs? I meant strikes coldblooded fear within them and sends them back running the way they came, with just one look and a nod in the opposite direction.

Unless they’re there for a meeting with Joel, that is. And if they are, that’s where you come in. Good morning, Mr. Salazar, Mr. Miller will be right with you. This way, he’s just finishing up a call.

Martha’s a tough nut. But she likes you enough, so she smiles warmly as you approach.

“I’m hearing all about your note-taking this afternoon,” she hums when you hop up onto a barstool, catching the bartender’s eye. He trots over.

You sigh to Martha, eyes wide. “I didn’t leave until, like, eight. What the fuck’s that about? Can I just get a cosmopolitan, please?” you ask, and the bartender nods. He looks about fifteen.

Martha shakes her head, laughing. “He did it to me when I was first startin’ out, too. Told him to stick his minutes where the sun don’t shine.”

“I’ve been here three years,” you mutter, and Deb snorts.

“You’d think Joel would’ve changed his ways in the, what, seven decades since you started, Martha?”

It earns her a slap across the shoulder. You stifle your laugh behind your glass, thanking the teenager who served you it with a nod.

“Twenty years next March, actually,” Martha says.

“That so? D’you think he’ll get you anything for it?”

“If I’m lucky,” she sighs, eyes travelling up to the ceiling in thought, “a lunch break where he doesn’t bother me once.”

“Knowing Joel, that means a lunch break where he bothers you twice.”

You smile, glancing past the pretentious tree to where Joel is, and notice he’s already staring right back. A swarm of butterflies flutter around your stomach, dancing over the heat his handprint left within you. They only grow more violent when he stands and walks over, broad shoulders swaying, eyes flitting up and down your body.

You lean back, sitting up straight, eyeing him right back as he joins the three of you.

“Speak of the devil,” Martha says, and Joel chuckles in response, but his eyes never leave you.

“We were just talkin’ about Martha’s twenty years,” says Deb, winking.

He finally turns to answer her. “Oh, yeah? When’s that, then, old-timer?”

“Dirtball!” Martha yells, and Joel smirks. It goes straight to your core.

“How many Manhattans tonight, then, Deb?”

Deb holds her glass up. “I am on my second, and I will not be exceeding three. We don’t need a repeat of Christmas.”

“Aw,” Joel complains, tutting, “I liked hammered Deb.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t have to deal with hungover Deb,” you mutter, and she shoots you a look.

Joel smiles at you, takes a step closer as Deb and Martha begin comparing past hangovers. He leans forward, waves the fifteen-year-old down, and asks for a beer. As he leans back, you notice the weight of his wrist on your right hip. Nicely done.

“You know there are four guys in the bathroom doing coke?”

“I hope to God that’s all they’re doin’. I don’t need another orgyhappenin’ at one of these things.”

You giggle like a fucking schoolgirl. He looks pleased with himself, and you instantly regret it. You try to play it off by lifting your glass back to your lips.

Joel’s studying you, though, mapping every inch of your face. Watching your mouth as it curves around the shape of the glass, your tongue licking your lips after your sip. He tracks the glass as you set it back down on the bar, then his eyes trail along your arm to your dress, and your stomach leaps.

He looks so fucking good, it sends another wave of energy through your body. Dark hair lined with grey, beard much the same. Strong jaw, lips wetting with every sip of beer he takes, dark eyes flitting across yours, holding your stare long enough to melt you a little, and then dipping just before you can read the thoughts behind them.

His skin a little tanned, his neck thick with muscle. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, you’re so close. Close enough that you could lean up, part your lips and sink your teeth under his ear, suck a mark there, taste him on your tongue.

Your head cocks after a few minutes silence, just the two of you enjoying the fucking look of each other. You lean a little against his arm, steady around your back.

“I hate work parties,” you sigh.

Joel scoffs. “Free alcohol, nice penthouse. Cocaine, if you want it. What’s not to like?”

You narrow your eyes and he laughs for real.

“I hate ‘em, too, baby. Gotta keep up appearances, though, don’t we?”

Baby. This fucker.

“Do we?” you squeak, after a few seconds dazed.

He shrugs. “’s what I hear.”

He’s so close you can smell the beer on his tongue. It makes your heart quicken, your body hum with energy. That could just be the alcohol in your system, though, right?

Who are you kidding? It’s fucking Joel doing it to you.

You have no idea how long he was here before you arrived. He left the office around six, and you presumed he’d come straight here to check everything was in order before guests started arriving. How many beers has he had? Is he just drunk, feeling up on you with liquid courage?

You’re mulling over the thought when a pair of hands clamp down on Joel’s shoulders and his hold on your waist loosens. He mumbles an apology as he’s dragged away by a couple of loose-collared, baggy-suit drunks. You shake your head in response, trying to be cool – It’s all good, man. I’m good. I’m not totally fawning over you right now, no way.

Deb swings her barstool around when she notices you’re on your own, inviting you back into their conversation. Thirty seconds into talking about childhood pets, you’re wishing Joel was back around you, igniting your skin and peaking your adrenaline. Max the Pomeranian is a nice picture; Joel’s nicer.

Martha says something with a hand motion, and Deb nods, elbow knocking into yours.

“What?”

She nods toward the balcony. “We’re headin’ out for a smoke, you comin’?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll save your seats.”

They nod and wander off between a crowd, swallowed up by bodies in the direction of the open sliding doors, the blinking lights of the skyline ahead.

You’re twirling the base of your empty glass around on its napkin when you feel that same heat behind you again, and a hand rests on the small of your back.

“Coat,” Joel mutters, pulling his suit jacket on.

“Huh?”

“Get your coat. Everyone’s headin’ across the street.”

“Why is everyone heading across the street?”

He shrugs. “Afterparty, I guess.”

“It’s a work function. It’s like–” you check your phone, “–oh, fuck, it’s almost midnight.” You screw your face up, watching as the small crowd slowly melts away through the suite doors.

“I know. I throw a good party, right?”

“So good, people are leaving it.”

He tuts. “Coat. Now.”

“I didn’t bring one.”

“You didn’t bring a coat?”

“You told me the party was here. I didn’t think we’d be walking all over town.”

“’s not all over town, baby,” Joel murmurs with a sigh. “Here.”

He peels the jacket off his shoulders and you hold a hand out to stop him.

“Joel, it’s fine, it’s–”

“Quit moanin’,” he groans as he throws it over your shoulders. He scoops your hair and pulls it softly out from under the collar. “Alright? C’mon.”

He takes your hand and leads you past some stragglers down the hall toward the elevator, where a group are waiting for the doors to open.

“Tight squeeze, Miller,” some dude chuckles as you follow Joel in, his hand still gripping yours.

He turns, backing into the corner, pulling you with him until your back is flush against his chest.

His hands drop to your hips. You swallow back a scream.

One of the accountants is stood in front of your – Harriet? Helen? Something beginning with H – anyway, she keeps knocking back into you, pushed by the sway of the packed elevator. It means you knock a little into Joel, and feel his chin on the crown of your head.

You turn ever so slightly to mumble an apology to him, but when you feel his breath on the shell of your ear, your words die in your throat.

“Hazel?” – That’s her fucking name – Joel reaches around you to tap her shoulder, and her bobbed haircut swings when she turns. “Did you get those balance sheets yet?”

“Not yet, Joel,” she tells him, and your face prickles with heat.

“No? That’s weird.” Joel’s grip tightens on your hips, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. In a low whisper, only to you, he says, “Thought I asked to have ‘em sent over by this afternoon.”

You muster up the courage to reply with a deep breath. From the corner of your mouth, through gritted teeth, you tell him, “That was before you forced me to sit in on a buyers’ meeting.”

You feel his chest rumble between your shoulder blades as he laughs. The elevator shudders to a stop and the doors slide open; the crowd spills out.

You step forward, ahead of Joel, and make it maybe three steps before he’s back on you, an arm draped over your shoulders. You reach up and take his hand, leaning against his strong torso to let him guide you toward the exit.

No idea what makes you do it. Maybe you’re drunk. Maybe not only on alcohol.

You’re the last of the pack, stumbling over air across the gleaming floor toward the revolving door, which Joel pushes open for you. The cool night breeze hits you as you slip out.

The crowd ahead are rushing across the street, yelling and whooping as they go. It’s juvenile, a little cringe. A bunch of rich corporates skipping across the street toward cheap alcohol and peanuts. You’d care more about the way it looks if you were sober.

Joel’s hand finds yours again and he’s leading you down the steps, cutting between parked cars toward the dive bar. You link your other arm around his elbow and he glances down, noting it. You wish the walk was longer.

A flickering fluorescent light drowns you both in a red glow, and Joel pushes the doors open. The place is flooded with half of your party, drowning booths, leaning against the bar, dancing in any open floorspace.

The floor is sticky, the bar dim. Joel takes you over to the same crowd he introduced you to earlier, and makes space for you to sit. You slide along the booth to the wall and he follows, squeezing up to you to let two more in after him.

“Beers?” a guy with a loose tie asks, to a chorus of yeses and a show of thumbs up. Mitch? Mark?

You tug Joel’s jacket from your shoulders – the movement nudges him and he turns to lift it from your back and tuck it behind you, brushing the hair off your shoulders. You smile in thanks, and his hand falls back onto your leg.

It takes you a few minutes to notice it this time. The gentle squeeze of his fingers around your thigh, the way it slowly bumps up each time he adjusts in his seat or shifts to allow space for someone else to join the booth.

His hand moves slowly, dangerously close to pulling your skirt up with it. Mitch or Mark returns with your beers and you take a massive swig, nerves and anticipation and fucking need for Joel to keep doing what he’s doing, taking over.

Under lights blurred by the alcohol in your system, the table buzzes with energy and chatter and laughter. There are posters and stickers all over the walls, graffiti of names and initials, numbers and dates scored into the walls. Joel traces them with his finger and you laugh at some of the messages.

“Lydia and Jack,” you mumble, “12-24-19. Wonder what happened then.”

“Bathroom sex,” Joel replies, eyes scanning the wall.

You scoff, beer to your lips. “On Christmas Eve?”

He nods, like it’s obvious. “Magical time ‘n all.”

You look past him with a smile to the opposite side of the bar where, through silhouetted bodies, you notice a jukebox.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your eyes widen, your mouth agape.

Joel follows your eyeline and then twists back around. “C’mon,” he says, taking your hand and motioning for the others to let you by. He drags you over to the machine, lighting your faces up in yellow light, and your drunk eyes scan the screen.

“Nope." You swipe Joel’s hand away right before he can pick some Pet Shop Boys song.

“Really?”

“Good, but not the vibe,” you tell him, and budge him out of the way with your hip. He sways off, laughing, and leans a palm against the jukebox, his chest on your back for the second time tonight. As your tired eyes scan the songs, Joel’s chin rests on your shoulder.

He’s judging every fucking song you linger on. “Queen? Little before your time.”

“Dick.”

“Fleetwood Mac. Definitely before your time.”

“The entire fucking jukebox is before my time, dude. Shut up. These are good songs.”

You settle on a track and turn to face him. He has you almost fucking pressed against the box.

“Change, please.”

“Oh, I’m payin’, am I?”

“Mhm. Your work party, your wallet.”

He sighs and pushes a fist into his pocket for coins, tossing a quarter into your outstretched palm. You turn back and select your song, put the money in, and the old machine barks out the intro.

Joel sighs, shaking his head. “AC/DC? That’s your thing?”

“It’s not yours?” You’re taking him by the hand between bodies, swaying as you go.

He’s laughing, following you until you’re in the middle of the cramped bar, chest to chest, moving together. His hands find your waist again and this time you don’t even flinch; your fingers trail up his shirt, across his chest, settle on his collar.

You fucking swear he’s leaning in, each beat of the song drawing his jaw closer to yours. If you weren’t in a room full of co-workers, you’d probably let him kiss you.

I mean, what you’re doing right now is hardly innocent anyway. His hands are splayed on your lower back, your hips flat against his, rubbing, dancing. Your head rolls back and your lips are under his chin, smiling up at him and singing along. Joel sings the words straight back, your breath meeting and mingling in the tiny gap between your lips.

As the song ends, it fades into another. And another, and another. It’s two in the morning before your group of partiers begin to call taxis. You stumble out of the sweaty bar with an arm linked through Deb’s, still singing along to Whitney as you catch your breath.

She staggers off to a quieter part of the street to call a cab, and you hang around under the red light waiting for her. Joel’s stood at the curb; the back door of his sleek black Rolls-Royce open.

“Where you goin’?” he asks.

“Deb’s callin’ a cab,” you reply, arms folded, shoulders hunched.

Joel shakes his head. “Get in.”

“It’s cool, I’m jumping in with those guys. Thanks, though–”

“Baby,” Joel holds a hand out, “get in.”

Your eyes trace from his palm all the way up his sleeve, to his tired, handsome face. You’re sobering up. He looks clearer. Maybe that’s just the streetlights.

“Get you home in five minutes. C’mon.”

You swivel around to look for Martha and Deb, but they’re nowhere to be seen. The cab will come, they’ll assume you’re staying a while, and get in. No big deal, right?

Well. Stepping into your boss’s car after a night of highly inappropriate touching is kind of a big fucking deal.

That’s why you do it. Waddle over to him, take his hand, let him guide you to the car. You swing a leg in and slip across the seats, admiring the ceiling dotted with hundreds of tiny white lights, like you’re staring straight up at the night sky.

They blur through your drunken gaze, which doesn’t pull from them until you feel the weight of Joel on your right and hear the door slam shut.

“Mind puttin’ the partition up, Rand?” Joel’s voice says, though you mostly hear the vibrations through his chest, where your head is lying. His arm slips around your back, pulling you closer into him as the two of you are granted privacy by the quiet whir of the screen closing.

“Good night?” Joel asks, lips on your hair.

You nod. “You?”

“Mhm.”

His fingers are drawing shapes on your left hip. His right hand intertwines with yours. Your left hand starts to wander.

You liked his hand on you. Liked feeling his grip there. Wanted him to keep moving it up, wanted to see how far he’d take it. So, you put your own hand on the inside of his thigh, just like he did. Starting at the knee, and slowly sliding north. Joel’s breath tightens, his chest lifts, his jaw ticks.

The movement knocks you sober for a couple seconds. You realize what you’re doing. You draw your hand back.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

He unlinks your hands and places a steady palm over your withdrawn fist.

“’s okay, baby. You can do that if you want to.”

The drawl of his voice makes your eyes roll back, your heart leap. Your fucking legs clench.

You let him replace your hand where it was, and his legs widen a little. His crotch more available. You’re watching what you’re doing like you’re not even in your own body; watching it how Joel must be, thinking Higher, higher, keep going, keep doing that.

You lift your heavy head, resting it on his shoulder, and look up into his brown eyes. He’s framed by the starlit ceiling of the car. He’s looking at you, brows furrowed, face lined with his expression.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod lazily. “Tired.”

Just then his hand takes yours again and shifts it softly, stopping what was probably about to happen but still holding onto you, still wanting your fingers locked in his. Not halting the train, just switching tracks.

It’s not a long journey, certainly not as long as you’d like, until you’re parked on your street. Rand lowers the partition to call back, and Joel thanks him.

“You okay gettin’ to your apartment?”

“Yup,” you groan, hoisting yourself out of the comfortable car.

“Sure? I can walk you up if you want.”

You bend down, one arm on the roof of the car. “I’m good, thanks. Thanks for the ride, Miller.”

“Be safe, baby.”

“You be safe, too. Bye.”

You throw the door closed and meander off up the steps toward your building. Joel’s car doesn’t roll off until your elevator arrives and you disappear inside.

You spend all weekend in bed, recovering not only from the party but from the week of work you’d endured. You keep yourself busy, though. There’s a Desperate Housewives marathon on TV. And when you’re not watching that, your hand is stuffed down your pants, Joel on your mind.

All. Fucking. Weekend.

In the shower, you’re picturing him on his knees in front of you, lapping you up. Hands gripping your thighs, draped over his shoulders. Your hand plants firmly against the wet tile when you cum, your orgasm threatening to collapse you in a heap.

In bed, you’re on top of him, knees either side of his waist, letting him buck his hips up until you’re screaming, covering him in your wet. Your vibrator battery dies by Saturday night.

Monday morning, you’re getting ready to leave for the office, and need to take ten minutes out to relieve the ache between your legs again. This time, he has you pressed against your bedroom wall, fucking you quick and messy, cumming deep inside you before he’ll let you head out.

It’s just a crush, right? It’s just because of how touchy you guys were on Friday. When you were drunk. And in a cramped, dark dive bar. Everybody gets crushes. And who wouldn’t, on a six-foot-whatever man with a jawline that could cut glass, hands that take a grip of you with minimal effort, a cock probably the size of…

No. Nope. That’s enough. Cut that the fuck out.

It’s just a crush. That’s what you keep telling yourself in the elevator, lights counting down the floors until you’re going to see Joel again. Is the sparkling feeling in your chest fear, anticipation, or excitement?

And is your cunt beginning to throb again?

You give a curt nod to Martha as you arrive, hauling your bag a little further up your shoulder and adjusting the folders in your arms on your hips.

“Where’d you go?” she asks, eyes still on the computer in front of her. Her chin propped on her elbow, face inches from the screen, reading something intently.

“Huh?”

“On Friday. We couldn’t find you when the cab arrived.”

“Oh, I, uh,” you clear your throat, “Joel gave me a ride. Yeah.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Generous of ‘im.”

“Yup.”

“He’s in the conference room waitin’ for you.”

“Cool, thanks.”

You hover for a few seconds, then take your cue to leave. You hurry over to the conference room door, knocking twice before pushing it open.

Joel’s sat at the top of the table, leant back in his chair, feet up on the wood in front of him. You feel like you could collapse.

“Mornin’,” he says, over the dull droning from the phone. Your eyes flit down to it, a question, and he answers, “weekend update.”

“Anything good?”

He shakes his head, leaning forward to hit the unmute button, affirm whatever the hell the other dude had been saying, say his goodbyes, and then hang up.

“Feelin’ fresh?” he asks when he’s sat back.

You take a deep breath and wobble your head as an answer, laying files and folders out on the table in preparation for the meeting Joel has this morning.

“That bad, huh?”

“I was fine by Saturday afternoon. How were you?”

He shrugs. “Wasn’t that drunk.”

Yeah. Sure, Joel. Your fingers took the brunt of the alcohol.

He stands up, wanders around the table to join you. Your fingers begin to tremble at the thought of him so close. Your thighs heat.

“This all of it?” he asks. He’s closer than you thought.

“Y-yep. Some copies there, too, if anyone needs a spare.”

His hand slips up between your shoulder blades, patting you gently at the base of your neck.

“Good job, baby.”

You almost fucking shudder. Your stomach jolts, your chest tightens. The ache between your legs pangs, reminding you it’s there, even though you can’t fucking do anything about it.

You spin around, settling back against the table, ankles crossed. Tense.

“How long do you reckon it’ll go on?”

“No idea. Why? Somewhere you gotta be?”

You shake your head. “Just organizing lunch ‘n stuff for you.”

“That can wait until after.”

“I’ll have it ready for you comin’ out. Be easier.”

He steps forward. Your heart stutters.

“You’ll be in here with me.”

You cock your head. “Again? What– Why?”

“I need you in here. To take–”

“–minutes? Yeah, figured as much. You gonna have me up here all night again writing ‘em up?”

He smirks, dimples in his cheeks. There are two options here: either smack him, or jump his bones – he deserves the first and you deserve the latter.

“I like having you in my meetings, darlin’,” he says, as the door handle turns, “stops me wanting to blow my brains out.”

Martha enters and Joel slots in alongside you on the table. She sets a tray with a coffee pot and packets of sugar and milk on the sideboard.

Your head is fucking dizzy. There’s a ringing in your ears. Energy sparkling in waves from the tops of your thighs all through you. Joel’s shoulder brushing against yours, his eyes boring into the side of your face.

You won’t look at him. Won’t take your eyes off of Martha, laying paper coffee cups out in rows, her back to you guys.

Joel lays a palm flat on your thigh, rounding the curve until his hand is firm between your legs, threatening to push your skirt up. You feel his breath hot on your neck, his voice like honey in your ear.

“Makes for a nice view, too.”

You whip around to glare at him. He leans back, chuckling to himself.

Through gritted teeth, you whisper, “Can I talk to you? In private?”

Joel shrugs, excuses you both to Martha, and then follows at your heels out of the conference room and over to his office door. You waltz in without permission, shoving the door open and waiting for him to close it behind himself.

Joel’s office is bright, clean. Giant windows lining three walls, huge desk with an even bigger bookcase behind. Two black leather couches opposite, facing one another with a glass coffee table between. Soft white rugs, obnoxiously huge lampshades, small fern plants dotted here and there. You found and booked the interior designer for him, and not a day’s gone by since that you don’t remind him of how nice a job you did.

Today, though, you break that streak. You round on him as soon as he closes the tall, wooden door behind him.

“Will you fucking quit it?”

“Fucking quit what, baby?” He’s almost laughing, strolling around his desk and settling into his leather chair, leaning back. Casual. Fucking – arrogant.

You stammer, holding up a shaky finger. “Okay, first of all – that. Don’t call me baby, that’s not appropriate. Second – the teasing?”

“I don’t get it, you liked me callin’ you baby on Friday night.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth and give him a furious stare. He holds his hands up.

“My mistake.”

You stalk over to the windows separating Joel’s office from the reception area. Martha’s still in the conference room, the door ajar. You haul the shades shut to give yourselves some privacy.

“Stop – fucking with me. Stop it. We were drunk on Friday night. It wasn’t– Stop.”

“’m not fucking with you.” He leans his head to scratch his eyebrow. He repeats it when you turn away, hands flying up in the air. “I’m not.”

“Let’s just forget Friday happened, can we do that?”

Wandering around Joel’s office isn’t doing anything to relieve the weight between your legs. If anything, it’s making it worse. You make your way back to his desk and place your hands down on the wood, leaning over.

“Wh…what’s next on the agenda?” you ask, almost panting, your eyes closing.

You hear Joel’s chair rock when his weight leaves it. His footsteps pad across soft carpet, around the desk. Nearing you. They come to a halt and you feel the air stop short, right behind you.

For someone not trying to fuck with you, he’s doing an awfully good job at it.

You surrender, leaning back, your shoulders making contact with his chest. Then his hands find your hips, light, gentle. No pressure on them, not until your ass presses against his crotch and your head tilts, allowing Joel to hook his chin over your shoulder.

He’s hard, under his pants. Against you. You can feel it, still, steady. Rock solid beneath four layers of clothing.

His hands lift from your waist and glide up your shirt front, your stomach tensing when they brush over it. They come to rest over your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples through your shirt. And you fucking let him; lifting your right arm to hook around his jaw and pull him closer into your neck, where his lips leave soft, wet marks.

It feels like the first gasp of fresh, sea air after being underwater. The first gulp of chilled water after a hike. The first wave of aircon in the car. It’s relief. It’s desperate, borderline orgasmic relief.

You grind your ass and Joel hums into your skin. He’s getting harder by the second, you’re getting wetter. It’s not enough, what you’re doing. You need more.

You lower your hand and cup him through his pants, taking hold of his bulge and massaging gently. His hips are moving, he’s rutting into your palm, both of you desperate to rid yourselves of the clothing separating your skin.

“I asked,” you breathe, “what’s next on the agenda?”

“Next,” Joel mumbles into your skin, “was thinkin’ I could bend you over this desk ‘n fuck you.”

“Fuck me?” you repeat, and he nods. You take a breath. “S-sounds good.”

Joel’s hands find the hem of your skirt and start to pull it up your legs, painfully slow, revealing more and more of your bare thighs as he goes. He’s rubbing them, massaging until your skirt sits on your hips, little black panties exposed. His hand comes down to cup you, fingers gently applying pressure to your clit through the lace.

You moan, finally being touched by him again, finally feeling his hands on you where you need it most. Already, he’s doing better, making you feel better than you could ever by yourself. Than you did, by yourself. Involuntarily, you breathe out, “Daddy…”

Joel’s fingers pick up the pace. He fucking loves it.

“That feel good, baby? Like it like that? Tell me how it feels.”

“So – fucking – good,” you whisper, legs parting more to grant him better access. He dips his hand lower, thumb staying planted on your lace-covered clit, fingers shifting the fabric under your entrance aside.

He toys with you first, middle finger swaying back and forth through your folds, collecting slick, spreading it around. Then, a second finger, pushing upward, dangerously close to entering you. You’re gasping, leaning into him, letting his strong form keep you upright.

“That’s my girl,” Joel’s whispering into your ear. “You ain’t gotta do nothin’, just enjoy.”

And then he pushes up, two thick, curled fingers entering your cunt in one motion. He has you down to his knuckles, limp against his chest, mouth wide open in a silent gasp. Your head rolls to the side to watch him as he feels you for the first time, and his expression mirrors yours.

“So fuckin’ wet, babygirl,” he whispers, lips on your forehead.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whimper as his fingers press hard inside your soft pussy, starting to pump gently before picking up the pace and fucking you good.

The office is silent, save for your gasps and moans, and the wet sounds of Joel’s fingers in your cunt. He hums into your neck, thumb pressing hard against your clit, drawing tiny circles over the swollen bud.

It doesn’t take fucking long before you’re collapsing, walls clenching, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. It’s all that’s been on your mind for almost three days, all you’ve imagined, dreamt about, thought of.

Joel feels you, knows you’re close.

“Wanna cum all over daddy’s fingers, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you bite back a yelp, “so – close.”

“Know you are, baby. It’s okay, you can cum. Let me feel you.”

That coil, slowly winding since approximately nine-thirty on Friday night, not relieved by your hands, your toys, or your fucking pillows, snaps in one second. The tension breaks across your stomach. Your legs give; Joel’s free hand wraps around your waist to hold you upright.

You throw your head back against his shoulder again, jaw slack with a moan you know you can’t give voice to. Joel fucks you all the way through it, fingers coated in your cum only to dive straight back in, wetter and slicker than before.

There are stars in your vision. You can’t feel between your legs. The office is slowly blinking back into view, but Joel gives you no time to recover.

He pushes you face down onto his desk roughly, hastily, like someone’s about to wander through his door any second. One ear pressed to the cold wood, you hear his belt clink, feel the teeth of his zipper graze your thighs. Hear his deep breaths as he drags his pants and boxershorts down to free his cock.

You’ve never seen him, obviously. You’ve pictured it, dreamt up what it would look like with your fingers deep inside yourself. And from this angle you still don’t see it, but when the weight of it springs against your ass, when Joel lines himself up and his tip dips between your cum-covered folds, you fucking feel it.

His thick head pushing slightly into your entrance, coating him in your slick. He’s big. You moan at the time he’s taking to just shove into you; it’s probably seconds, but it feels like fucking hours.

“I hear ya, I know,” he’s saying, but your hearing’s starting to fade. Blood pumping through your head, white noise rattling against your eardrums.

He pushes in, length separating your clenched walls, entering your wet, warm cunt with a deep growl from Joel’s lips and a gasp from yours. You open up around him, swelling as he pushes deeper and deeper.

“So – fuckin’ – tight for me, baby,” he groans, hands on your hips pulling you back onto his length. “You feel that? Feel how tight you are?”

“Mhm,” you reply, the stretch of his thick cock burning and igniting you in flame. Your eyes screw shut as he keeps pushing, further than you ever thought anyone could, until his tip kisses your cervix and you whine.

“Quiet, babygirl,” he says, pausing and placing a steady hand on the small of your back. “We don’t need anyone out there knowin’ what we’re doin’.”

“So good, daddy,” you whimper quietly, and he knows. He fucking knows.

He begins to draw back, hips leaving your ass, cock pulling out of your pussy. Your eyes roll closed, missing him the more he withdraws. Before he’s fully gone, he snaps back inside, entering you harder, faster, deeper.

You gasp, knuckles whitening with the grip of your balled fists. You bend one arm, biting into your sleeve to stop your whimpers from slipping under the door.

A couple more thrusts and Joel’s fucking you. Hard. He’s fucking huge, so huge it blurs the edges of your vision every time his cock hits against your cervix. He’s almost fucking whimpering behind you, growling your name with every stroke, groaning each time he bottoms out inside you and your tight hole wraps around his length.

You can feel the edge of the table bruising your pelvis, and it feels so fucking good. Everything about this feels good. Joel’s cock stretching you out, his hands gripping you roughly, your own hands outstretched to hold onto the desk for some sort of stability.

The only thought going through your head, only words your lips can part to utter: daddy daddy daddy.

“Good girl,” Joel hums, your moans like music to his ears. “Good fuckin’ girl. Know how naughty you are for me?”

You smile. “Yeah, daddy.”

This is the filthiest thing you’ve ever fucking done. Sure, you love sex, especially when it’s rough. But nothing you’ve ever done with anyone else, nothing you’ve ever had done to you by anyone else, compares to being bent over your boss’s desk and fucked dumb by him.

Calling him daddy, corporate managers slowly filing into a conference room just outside. Only an unlocked door separating them from you, writhing and throbbing under Joel’s cock, his rough hands on your hips, your name passing his lips in breathy moans.

Is it wrong? Yes. Do you care? Fuck no.

You know he’s close; his thrusts become sloppy, hips start hammering against you.

“Where d’you want it, baby?” he grunts, skin slapping.

You’re on the pill, and if you answered honestly, you’d tell him to finish inside you. But you know that if he wanted to do that, he’d just fucking do it. Wouldn’t ask. And you’re not prepared to waste time arguing.

“My m-mouth.”

“C’mere.” Joel slips out of you with no effort, you’re so fucking soaked for him, and spins you around. A gentle hand on your shoulder, he pushes you onto your knees, free hand jacking his cock over you.

It’s the first time you see him, fist tugging up and down a thick, veiny shaft; swollen, reddened tip spilling precum which his thumb collects and drags down his length, gleaming with your wet.

On instinct, you push forward, one hand coming to rest on his thigh, the other taking over from his on his dick. You pump him a few times, and then open your mouth wide enough to take him all the way until he’s brushing the back of your throat.

With a choke, you begin bobbing your head up and down, cheeks hollow, breathing deep through your nose. Joel moans, head rolling back, hand coming to hold your hair in a fist. He drags you back and forth a few times before he begins to shudder and you draw back, holding him steady on your swollen bottom lip.

He looks down at you and your eyes lock as he cums all over your tongue. You moan as your mouth fills with his warm, salty load. When his cock stills and he stops spilling all over you, you lean back and close your mouth, licking your lips and swallowing him.

“Aw, babygirl,” he coos, stroking your hair. “Good job. Such a good girl for me.”

You both take a few seconds to catch your breath before Joel’s hands hook under your arms and he pulls you back up, letting you lean against his desk.

Still in a daze, you feel him tug your skirt back down, fix your shirt. Tuck your hair behind your ears, wipe either saliva or cum from your lips.

“Good?” he asks, and you lace your fingers in his.

Your breath is still shaky, but through a sigh, you say, “Good.”

He nods. “Can hear Ken out front, must all be arrivin’.” He pulls you over to the door.

His fingers wrap around the handle, free hand coming up to cup your cheek. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. You open your mouth and let his tongue past, moaning into the wet, messy kiss.

Something in you almost wants to laugh, thinking about the fact you let him fuck you before you’d even kissed him.

When he pulls away, your hands take hold of his jaw, keeping him at your height.

“Have a good meeting,” you whisper, pecking him on the lips, “text me what you want for lunch.”

He growls, yanking the door open and passing by you, granting your wish to sit this one out. Something in you tells you not to wander far, though.

He’ll probably want to blow off some steam when he’s done.

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[heavywithourbabies]

“Fill me” She had texted him with the photo. She had been so pleased with herself. The angle was perfect. The finger biting was sexy but cute. Her pert tits on display with just enough of her pussy on showing to entice him. She had wondered if she should have shaved before hand and decided to dismiss it. A little bit of hair was, in her mind “kind of classy”. She would send these photos to him with similar messages to drive him wild. “Breed me?” , “ Cum and claim me” , and when she sent a particularly lewd photo of herself spread wide she added “Breed me daddy.” At 24 she was having the time of her life dating a man ten years older than her. Old enough to have a few gray hairs popping up but still in good shape and able to make her legs shake in bed. She had never told any of her previous boyfriends her breeding kink but when he divulged his pregnancy fetish she thought it was a perfect match. She could finally indulge the itch that she had never been able to fully scratch before. It was everything she wanted, passing out with his seed dripping out of her, a safe way to finally play…..until she started feeling sick at random times and for no obvious reason.

Her breasts began to feel sore and she couldn’t help but notice her pants felt just a little bit tighter. After the second missed period she went to the doctor who confirmed what she had been silently dreading. Somehow her birth control had failed. Congratulations. There’s a little bun in the oven. She cried in the doctors office while her boyfriend gently comforted her. He would take care of her. He would be there every step of the way. She couldn’t help but notice how many teeth he was showing when he smiled and said “You’ll look beautiful carrying my baby.”

She soon found out it was babies. Not baby. And that there was a big difference between having a breeding kink and a pregnancy fetish

“Fill me” She had texted. 8 and a half months later she regretted those words.

She could barely breathe with the weight of her achingly full womb and tits pressing down on her as she was on her back with him fucking her for the third time that day. She was exhausted and every inch of her new ample body ached. Her once pert breasts could now could only be described as bloated, uncomfortably full from the pregnancy and breast milk. So tender she couldn’t help but wince a little as the full flesh clapped against her globe of a belly with his thrusts. It might have just be in her head but she could almost swear she could hear milk slosh around inside of her chest when she moved. Both of the babies were wide awake from all the rocking and her gravid belly was quivering with their movements. She was so tired and swore there was no way she could possibly cum while feeling this huge and uncomfortable but over and over her own body betrayed her as she felt the waves of pleasure run through her and begin to peak again. She almost wanted to beg for him to stop. It felt good but her poor sex was so swollen and tight it was now almost painful when she came. “Please - “ She tried to say as the dam broke and she felt herself contract around his iron hard cock and gush all over him. That was new and unwelcome as well. Almost every night she would fall asleep a sopping mess, too tired to lift her now fat ass up to try and clean up the mess. Just as she started to come down just enough she heard him groan and his cock twitch inside of tender walls. “Oh noooo” She began to moan as she felt him spurt one thick hot rope after another and her body reacted in kind, flooding the two of them all over again.

He lay there with his arms wrapped around her monstrous belly, trying to soothe his babies as she tried to catch her breath. Why did she ever play with fire like this?

“God, I love you like this” he whispered in her ear and she couldn’t help but get goosebumps. “After the girls are born and we can…. I’m going to fill you again.“

[foulphantomllama]

A really quick one here. I was bored while looking at my phone and when I saw this picture of Taeyeon, I decided to write down some things. Enjoy!

Taeyeon x Male Reader

A Good Morning

She was sleeping like an angel. Despite the fact that she was nearly 13 years older than me, she was looking younger. Even younger than me when I cut off my beard. It was a very long night for both of us. She was so tired that she just fell asleep.

She was sleeping half naked. She has her panties on but no bra. Laying on her face, her bare back was looking so sexy. And let’s not forget her side boob from my angle. I couldn’t resist anymore. I hold one of her ass cheeks and start rubbing it. I was massaging her while she was sleeping. And she was slowly waking up. She was saying something but it was so unaudible. I took her panties off so I could rub her pussy. I put my fingers into her pussy and started finger fucking her. This time she was fully awakened. She was trying to hold my hand as she moans. I grabbed her hand and put her middle finger inside my mouth her pussy was getting wet. I stooped finger fucking her and make her turn on her back. I lay down beside her. Good morning she said to me, while grabbing my cock. Over my underwear. She put her hand inside my underwear and get a good grip. My cock was rock hard. We were dating for nearly three months and this was literally the first time I was this hard.

She told me to take off my underwear. I do as my mommy commands. Everytime. She leaned on my cock and kissed the tip of it. She gave it a good lick from its head to my balls. Then she got all of it in her mouth. She started sucking my cock while looking at me right in the eyes. As her head down and up with my cock in my mouth, I hold her head and started to fondle her hair. She likes this very much. My cock was all wet with her saliva. She put my cock out from her mouth and started stroking it with her gentle hands. I hold her boobs with my hands, rubbing them hard. They were too soft. She asked if I wanted to cum on her boobs. She did not waited for my answer. She hold my cock and spit on it. And put it between her boobs. Squeezing her boobs while my cock were between them. She gave me the best titjob I’ve ever had. I cum on her boobs she cleaned herself and came back to bed. She sat on top off me and started rubbing her pussy to my cock, so that I can get hard again. Her gaze was giving me a boner everytime so I did not take a lot of time for me to get another booner.

She put my cock inside her and started riding me. I was in shock because we put no condom on for the first time in our relationship. “No condoms?” I asked. “No condoms.” She replied as she was jumping on top of my cock. It was impossible not to cum early while she rides me. I was able to keep my cool and do not embarass myself. She was only getting faster. “I’m going to cum” she said while her voice cracking. She stopped and and came all over me. And she slumped down on me. “Are you still hard?” she asked me while she put her head on my chest. My cock was still touching her thigs of course she knew I’m still hard.

Taeyeon got up and lay beside me. She was on her back. I get in between her legs. She wrapped her legs around me. After I put my cock in, she was already moaning and telling me to cum inside her. I hold her waist while hammering her pussy. I was so close to get off all my cum inside her pussy. She was biting her lips and rubbing her tits while maintaining the eye contact with me. Then I cum inside her.

I laid beside her after I finish. She hugged me from the side, put her head on my chest. We both needed a shower because we were just soaking wet from sweat. She went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I followed her and joined her inside the shower. But that is a story for another time..

[melanieph321]

I have a request for dominik : doing laundry day with him and everything starts normal but then things get smutty because you only wear sexy panties and his hoodie and dominik gets turn on by it. Maybe at some point he fucks you on top of the washing machine?? Can you make it smut and fluff?? Thanks and love all your work ❤

I've been excited to do this one! 🤭

Hope you'll enjoy!

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0

(DAY 3)

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - Laundry Day

Enjoy!

Laundry day. You didn't mind doing your laundry on a day like this. It was a slow Sunday. Dominik was off from training, sleeping in for once. You, however,  got up to do the laundry since putting off the task only resulted in chaos in a household shared with a professional football player.

Nevertheless, folding clothes could be quiet therapeutic, at least with a nice playlist running in the background while you did it. You found a good rhythm between ironing clothes and folding them into neat piles. One for Dominik and one for you.

"Where did you go?"

"Dominik?"

You turned around to see him standing in the door to the laundry room. He looked to just have rolled out of bed, rubbing his tired eyes, his tousled up hair sprouting in every direction.

"I woke up, and you weren't there. Where did you go?" He repeated, his voice still drozy from sleep.

"What do you mean?" You said.

Dominik's eyes looked you up and down, followed by a furrowed expression. "Are those my Batman socks?"

"Huh?" Your eyes fell onto your feet. "Oh, right."

You wouldn't call your laundry attire chic, but it was in fashion. At least if most of your clothes were still swirling around in the washing machine. You had to settle for what was left, in this case, an oversized hoodie, a pair of granny panties, and Dominik's favorite pair of stockings.

"I'm doing laundry." You smiled.

"All of it?"

"Yes."

Dominik stepped into the room, approaching the dresser and the pile of his neatly folded training clothes.

"Baby, I never asked you to do my laundry."

"I know." You chirped. "I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Because...I saw that your basket was full and was going to do my own laundry anyway." You shrugged.

"Wow, Y/N, thank you so much for doing my laundry," he said, still half asleep. "I've been meaning to do it for weeks now, but I've been too exhausted."

You smiled and gave him a hug. "I know how busy you are with your games and practices, so I thought I'd take some of the load off your shoulders. Besides..." You winked. "I know how much you hate doing laundry."

Dominik chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "You're right, I do hate doing laundry. But I love how thoughtful you are. You always know how to make me feel special."

You blushed. "Okay, let's just kiss the chef and take it easy now."

Dominik hooked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "Kiss the chef, huh?"

"It's an expression." You giggled.

Dominik nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble tickling your skin. He kissed you gentle, tracing them downwards along where your collarbone would be if you weren't wearing a damn hoodie.

Dominik pulled back and regarded it with furrowed brows. "Yeah, this needs to come off."

You bit down on your lip. "I'm not wearing anything underneath.

"I known" He grinned and did not waste any more time. Your hoodie was tugged over your head, with Dominik's eyes widening at the sight of your breasts.

"Like what you see?"

He looked to you and smiled. His hands then rested on each side of your hips, lifting you up only to plot you back down on top of the washing machine.

"Fuck."

The sensation it gave. Like a giant vibrator stuck to your ass.

Dominik chuckled. "It feels good, no?"

You reached for his shirt and pulled him to stand in between your legs. There, Dominik bent down and kissed you. He kissed you with his tongue swirling around in your mouth. You were both out of it, just minutes into making out.

"Take these off." You said, tugging at the hemn of his sweatpants.

"Okay, just let me get a condom first."

"No." You whimpered. "I want to feel you."

Dominik's eyes lit up in suprise. "Are you sure?"

It didn't matter, with the washing machine going off on your clit you were on the verge of coming just by sitting on top of it.

"Yes, I'm sure. "I need you inside of me, now."

Dominik rushed to pull his sweatpants down, seeing how eager you were. His hard cock pulsating in his hand as he guided it towards your entrance, pushing you panties to the side in order to reveal how wet you were for him.

"Oh, God."

The sensation was really of no other. Both you and Dominik felt it. Fucking on top of the laundry machine brought new excitements to your sex life. Dominik squinted his eyes with the pleasure it gave him to be inside of you. You threw your head back as the thrust of his hips, along with the vibration from the washing machine, had you on the verge of passing out.

"Babe, I'm coming." Dominik said, a struck of panic in his voice. It was a bit short-lived from his side, but there was no need to be embarrassed. Your grip around his shoulders tightened as your orgasm bubbled up inside of you too, causing your walls to tighten around his length, making a mess as you came all over him and him all over you.

"Fuck, that was..."

"The best...."

The two of you struggled to catch your breaths.

"Agreed." Dominik nodded. "That was the best sex we've ever had."

You smiled cheaply at him. "I guess doing laundry isn't so bad after all?"

"No, I love it. Let's do laundry every day."

[ghostofthemost141]

Essence

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,264

Themes: Fluff, Comfort, Suggestive Themes and talk so !18+!

About: After Simon comes home from a rough mission, you decide to pamper him.

Notes: I feel like Ghost would be vulnerable to his partner after they have been together for a long time because mans has a lot of pent up trauma and emotions he needs to let out. Name for you here is Sage. And I am sorry if this feels rushed, I just have been busy and wanted to get this out. Enjoyy!!

“Si..” 

I almost didn’t see him walking through the front door as I was in the kitchen. His shoulders were flat and his movements were slow and monotone. 

“Sage..” Simon softly said as I placed my hands on his chest. 

“Love, take all this off of you.” I suggest, messing with the clips of his tactical vest. 

“Hm.” Simon mumbled as he let me unclip his vest and pull them off of his chest. 

“I’ll take it.” Simon said. 

I nodded as I handed him the vest and he went and put it in the garage. I just hope he is up for some warm homemade soup that I made. Tomato soup with some grilled cheese. It was a rainy, cold day so soup was a good call. Simon likes my cooking, I just hope he is alright with it. Simon came back in, all of his gear gone from his body. 

“There’s my racoon.” I joke, referring to the black paint that was still around his face. 

“Oh shite.” Simon chuckled. 

“I made some homemade tomato soup and I can make grilled cheese if you want.” I told him as I followed him into the bathroom. 

“That sounds lovely. I’ll take a grilled cheese, if you don’t mind.” 

Simon turned the sink on to carefully wipe the face paint off so as to not stain the white sink we have. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, quickly but passionately. 

“Of course I don’t mind, Si.” I reassure him. 

His doe brown eyes stared into mine, but I could tell he was tired. Very tired, but he was happy to be home. 

“I’ll give you a minute and go make your grilled cheese.” I announce. 

“Thanks, Sage.” Simon thanked me. 

I smiled at him as I turned, left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. Even though I am always happy for Simon to be back home, I always give him a minute or so to be alone so he can wind down and decompress and become Simon Riley again and not Ghost, even though that mask of his looks so damn sexy on him. Both the skull mask and the balaclava skull mask. I smeared some butter on both inside and outside the bread, put a slice of cheddar, muenster, and american cheese into the bread, put it together and put it face down onto the hot pan on the stove. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands behind me, but I didn’t fret. 

“Simon, you scared me.” I half joked, “your alias name is true to its name.” 

Simon chuckled, leaning his face into my neck, placing a kiss on it. Although I love Simon, he was being overly affectionate this time. I wonder if something happened while he was deployed. I felt his hands land on my hips, massaging them. He always knew what spots to get with me. I flipped his grilled cheese, a perfect golden brown color being revealed. 

“Just how I like ‘em.” Simon said, feeling his hands sink lower. 

I pretended to not notice what he was doing, but I was secretly enjoying it. Simon’s hands then went down to my ass, his big hands cupping each cheek. 

“Simon Riley!” I jokingly disciplined him. 

“Wha’, my love?” 

“You’re gonna make me burn your grilled cheese.” 

Simon just chuckled, kissing my neck passionately. 

“I missed ya.” 

“I missed you too, Simon.” 

Simon moved his hands around my waist, brought me close to his chest, and he leaned his head onto my neck, just holding me. Simon's grilled cheese was done and I took it off the pan and onto a plate. Simon remained silent but it was normal once he got the ‘I missed you so much’ hug and kiss out of the way when he first got home. I like to think it's his brain trying to decompress from being out in the field and remind himself that he is home now. Simon and I sat at the dining table, eating in silence. I wanted to converse with him, but I also wanted to give him as much space as he wanted before overwhelming him. I noticed then that Simon had finished his bowl of soup and his entire sandwich. 

“Did you like it?” 

“I did. It was the best bloody fucking thing I had in a long time.” Simon commented, making me chuckle. 

“Do you want some more? I made plenty.” I offered. 

Simon went silent, eyeing the big pot of soup that sat on the warm burner on the stove. He shook his head. 

“Are you sure?” 

Simon nodded again, without speaking. 

“Is everything alright, love?” I ask, reaching for Simon's hand and holding it. 

Simon held back softly and gently as if he was afraid I would crack easily like glass. 

“Yes.” 

Just by his plain response, I could tell he had a rough mission, whatever it was that he did. He tells me some but I don't want to know a whole lot unless he wants me to know. Simon silently got up with his dishes and went and put them on the sink, washing them. 

“Love, go sit down and relax.” I half joked, approaching him. 

Simon didn't say anything. He just kept washing his dish. 

“Simon.” I called him. 

Finally he stopped, turned and looked at me. I was about to demand to talk to him, but his doe eyes stopped me in my tracks. They pierced mine, as if he was trying to non verbally tell me something. His shoulders were down and his body was limp. Relaxed. 

“Let's go freshen up in the bath. Hm?” I suggested. 

Simon did a half smile. 

“Okay.” 

I cleaned up the soup mess quickly and then led Simon to our master bathroom. I held his hand the whole time and I could feel his body relaxed but tense at the same time. I knew asking him about what's wrong would be useless. He will tell me when he wants to. 

“Bath or shower?” 

“You pick, Sage.” 

I wanted to dedicate this to him and him only, even if he thinks he doesn't deserve it. I walked over to the faucets and turned them on, making sure the water was at a good temperature. Once it was at a good hot temperature, I pulled the drain plug up to clog the hole. 

“Oh.” I mumbled as I turned around to see Simon undressing himself. 

“Wha'?” 

“Oh nothing.” I smirked as I walked up to him. 

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his rough but soft skin. Simon didn't bore a six pack but he was definitely muscular in the arms and upper chest. He was good looking to me no matter what but his chest has to come to be my favorite pillow. He had a few scars on his chest due to his years in the Task Force but I think they make him more attractive and they each tell a story that he has already told me. 

“You're so pretty.” I mumbled, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. 

“I'd like to think that you're prettier than me.” 

“Stop it, Simon. You're beautiful.” 

I planted a small kiss on his shoulder, hearing a soft rumble come from him. I turned back around to find the tub was full so I went and turned the faucets off. I stood there and waited for Simon, who was left in his boxers. 

“You gettin’ in?” 

“You first. I want to pamper you.” 

Simon was a little surprised by my response but obliged. He then pulled his boxers off of his body, and slowly stepped into the bath, wincing in the process. 

“You okay?” I got close to the tub. 

“Y-Yea’. Just bloody fucking sore.” 

“I'm sorry.” 

“Not your fault, love.” Simon said. 

“Where are you sore at?” 

“Me back.” 

I immediately went through the bathroom cabinets and drawers, eventually finding what I wanted. Massage oil. 

“I got you, Si.” I say. 

Simon eyed the massage oil and then back to me. 

“Please.” 

Simon grumbled as he leaned forward, giving his back full access to me. I put some oil onto my hand and rubbed it onto his upper back. 

“Hmhm. Fuck.” Simon grumbled. 

“Is that it?” 

I immediately felt stupid asking that. No, Sage, that can't be where it hurts the most if he curses in pain. 

“Yes. Right ‘here.” 

I don't know how Simon tolerates me with some of the stupid shit I say but he does. And to this day he still loves me. Hearing confirmation from Simon, I started rubbing the oil more onto his back and dug my fingers into his back harshly but gently at the same time. Simon groaned in pain every time I moved my fingers and I felt bad but I know it's needed and he will feel better once I get done. My fingers were absolutely slick with the massage oil as I was pressing and moving my fingers into the middle upper part of his back, close to his spine as that's where most of his pain resided. 

“Oh fuck, love.” 

Did..Did he just? What he said immediately went straight to my stomach, my face burning red and warm. I know he did it out of pain and relief from his back, but my God did he have to say it like that? 

“You okay, Simon?” I ask, trying to forget what he said. 

Simon sighed deeply as he leaned back, his head resting in between my legs. He opened his eyes and stared upright at me. 

“I am now.” 

I giggled, moving little strands of his blonde hair out of his face. 

“Did that help any?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sage.” Simon thanked me. 

I leaned down and planted a kiss on Simon's lips. Suddenly feeling his teeth nibbling on my lips. I pulled back to see Simon with a shit eating grin. 

“Maybe later~” I say with a smirk. 

“You tease..” Simon mumbled, raising his head up and facing forward. 

“Now,” I started as I washed the massage oil off of my hands and reached for his shampoo, “tell me how your operation went.” 

I could hear Simon sigh, but he should know me by this point. I always want to know how his missions went, even if he can't tell me much about them. He remained silent as I squirted some of his shampoo into my hand, rubbed my hands together and began lathering the soap into his hair. 

“It was..a mission ‘lright.” Simon mumbled out as I got down to his scalp. 

“How so?” 

Come on Si. 

“Well, we had to rescue some hostages.” Simon started. 

I squirted some more shampoo into my hands due to Simon's thick ass hair. 

“Oh shit, how did that go?” 

Simon was silent once again as I finished washing his hair. I have always wanted to call him Goldie Locks but I'm afraid he would kill me for that. Still going on without saying anything, I rinsed my hands in the bath water. 

“I need to rinse your hair, Si.” I told him. 

Simon scooted forward as I sank down and silently cursed at myself, being forgetful of the fact that I was still wearing jeans as I sat down into the bath. Oh well, you're lucky you're worth it Simon. Simon leaned all the way back till his face was above the water still. He remained in strong eye contact as I rinsed the soap out of his hair. His eyes were a gorgeous brown, I could get lost in them. 

“Done.” I announced and Simon rose up, his back facing me. 

I sat on my knees and grabbed some of his body soap. 

“The mission went good. All of the hostages were saved and unharmed. But..” 

“Hm?” I say as I started to lather his body in soap. 

I could hear him wince a little bit, but not as bad as he did earlier. 

“There..there was a kid.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Youn’ kid. Couldn’t have been older than five. When Johnny and I were trying to calm down the hostages, the kid kept latching to me. Even though I had a skull mask on, the bloody kid wouldn’t let go ‘f me. Even when he got reunited with his mum, the kid wouldn’t let go of me.” Simon explained as I finished bathing his body. 

I felt my heart race a little bit as Simon told me all of that. We never really discussed having kids. The conversation has certainly came up before though and Simon was iffy about them. But the fact that most normal people are terrified of him, rightfully so, but a young kid latched onto Simon during a scary moment in their life warmed my heart. 

“He knew you were a good and kind soul during that scary moment.” I say, rinsing his body off. 

“Yeah,” Simon chuckled, “cause upon my appearance you’d think I would be a good and kind soul.”

“You are to me.” 

Simon sighed deeply, not out of annoyance but more as he was processing what happened. 

“You’re a good man, Simon.” 

I leaned my head onto his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him. Simon held my hands, just embracing into my touch. I kissed his shoulder, as a gentle reminder that I was here for him and always would be. No matter what happens with him or what becomes of the both of us, I would always be here for him. Simon Riley. Simon. Riley. 

“Thank you, love.” 

END

[authorred]

Power Struggle | Part 2 | Sylus x gn!reader | Love and Deepspace

➺ Preface: After besting Sylus in boxing (once, for about thirteen seconds) something has shifted ever so slightly. Like he regards you slightly more than a simple 'kitten'. How is the slight change in your dynamic going to affect your relationship with him, if at all? Does he even care? Hard to say.

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Warning(s): Uhhhhhh mentions of NSFW? Idk I said 'cum'

The harsh red marks around Sylus' neck doesn't go away for a few days and you're afraid they'll bruise. To be fair, you did strangle him pretty hard, even if you didn't intend to at first. You just suppose you got tired of him patronizing you like you were actually a helpless little kitten with some spice to her. And maybe, to a degree, he's right. You are a spicy little 'kitten', but only because you choose to be. Yes, he may be strong in his own right with evol that is hard to counter, but you're a damned Hunter for fuck's sake. You face giant brutes who terrorize cities and can take out power grids in one Metaflux. Surely, some cocky, silver-haired and tongued man is easier to deal with, right? Right?

Well, that's what you thought, so why the hell is he just sitting obediently whilst you ice his neck? Is this another ruse to get a rise out of you? To back you into a corner before he establishes how much stronger he is? Asshole.

"This is weird," you say, holding the small ice bag up against his pulse point where most of the redness sits. It's a giant ring of red wrapped around his throat, the shape of your thighs as they strangled him for several seconds. "I didn't expect you to just. . . do this. I thought you'd be rather self-sufficient with things like this."

A low, breathy chuckle leaves his lips, and it vibrates your spine. Damn him and his sexy ass baritone voice. You don't know if it makes you want to slap him or kiss him--maybe both. "What? Did you think I believe myself to be some untouchable entity who doesn't need help every once in a while?" It's a rhetorical question, like it always is. Of course he knows you think that--everyone thinks that. He's Sylus. Not some amateur motherfucker who doesn't know how to throw a punch without breaking his fingers. "Besides, it's quite adorable that you're so adamant on trying to fix the damage you caused. Do you feel bad, perhaps?"

Your eye twitches. He's trying to get under your skin, to rile you up, to show he has the power to make you lose your patience with some well-placed (or not-so-well-placed) words. It's a power game. A power struggle. One you have a very good chance at losing, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. "I don't not feel bad," you finally murmur, keeping your eyes trained on the ring of abrasions around his beautiful neck. "I didn't actually think I'd be able to hold you--I thought you'd find a way to wiggle out. I didn't think you'd just. . . take it."

A low chuckle leaves him, his eyes closing as his head angles away from you, almost in amusement. "It seems you underestimate yourself more than I do, Sweetie," he says, his tone edged with amusement and something else. Frustration? You don't know--it's too indistinct to tell. "Some positions are very difficult to get out of, even for an experienced fighter like myself. A well-executed triangle choke is one of them. Perhaps you're meant for wrestling instead of boxing."

A chuff leaves your nose, half in indignation half in triumph--two contrasting emotions that he somehow makes you feel at the same time. He's very good at that. "Maybe I can teach you a thing or two about grappling then," you reply, correcting him ever so slightly. 'Slightly'. "I don't think I'll ever beat you in boxing, so I had to play dirty. Seize your opportunities, right?"

Sylus' ruby eyes open and slide back over to you, shining bright with coy and amusement. Like hypnotism, and you almost get sucked into their color--almost. "I know a thing or two about playing dirty, Sweetie," he says, innuendo dripping from his lips like a fountain of cum instead of water. "It's only a matter of whether you can handle it, kitten."

Your eye twitches and you press the ice pack harder against his skin, letting the cold bite into his warm skin. He grunts ever so slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing from the soft noise bubbling from his throat. And yet, he still gives you that insufferable, smug expression. Like seeing you get riled up is fun. Yet, he doesn't say anything past his previous reply. "I'll be fine," you reply gruffly. You'll be fine if it's the sense of an actual fight, not a bedroom one. That one, you might lose. Will probably lose. "Besides, it's fun."

"Fun?" Sylus repeats ever so slowly, his brow quirking up.

"Do you not like a challenge? Well, maybe not, since you're used to always being on top."

The smirk that tugs at his lips is infuriating and so fucking hot.

You gently push his face away, "Stop it," you scold. "Horndog."

Sylus chuckles, his hands coming up to rest on your hips, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him. "I didn't even say anything, Sweetie," he purrs lowly, raising a hand to pull the ice away from his neck. "Perhaps it's you who has the dirty mind."

You slowly let go of the ice pack and place it on the nearest surface before looking back at Sylus. God, he's so fucking attractive it makes you want to hurl yourself at the nearest concrete wall. "You didn't have to say anything. I saw it on your face. Don't think I don't know what you were implying when you talked about 'playing dirty'."

"Oh? And did that bother you?" He pulls you in even closer, his large hands now sliding up your back, splaying over your clothed skin, feeling your muscles and curves beneath your shirt. He places his chin over your shoulder, lips edging near your ear. "Would you rather me be straightforward, kitten?" He whispers. "I'm a man of actions rather than words, after all."

Goosebumps break out over your skin as if you got dunked into a freezing cold pool. Dammit, he knows how to play the game really well. Still, you don't overtly react--not anything he can see, at least. Which is good, at least you're not melting into a puddle at his feet. Perhaps he expected that though, because you can feel him shift and pull back a little, as if to give a sidelong glance at your expression. His hold doesn't falter, but the energy changes, even if subtly.

[drewsbuzzcut]

Day in the life blurb maybe? of Mat and ModelReader!

Warnings: cuss words and alludes to sex

“Mat, baby. Your alarm,” you groan, a hand smacking at his bare chest to wake him up.

“Shush,” he mumbles, pulling you into his chest.

“You have to get up, baby. I love you,” you say in a sigh, already falling back to sleep in his warm arms.

“I love you,” your husband feathers a chaste kiss to your lips before trudging out of bed.

It feels like ages later when you finally wake up, but you know it’s only been around half an hour because you can hear Mat moving through the closet. You force yourself out of bed and throw on Mat’s discarded shirt and make your way over to him. He’s barely getting dressed, so you deem it the perfect time to love on him.

“Good morning, pretty girl,” he says, smiling at you when you place a warm hand on his back.

“Hi, do you want me to make you some coffee?” You ask, crowding yourself into his back and pressing a few kisses on his spine.

“I can do it, baby. You look beautiful,” he turns and grins, looking at your sleepy expression.

“No, you do,” you shove your face into his chest, sneakily smacking his ass.

-

“Look at you, my pretty girl. You look just like daddy,” you coo to Sloane as she’s propped up against your thighs.

Her little hands hold onto your thumbs and her dimpled smile makes your heart melt. She’s getting so big already, at almost 7 months and she’s the healthiest, happiest baby ever. She’s also starting to look more like Mat as the minutes pass.

“Mommy!” You hear the front door open and Nolan’s shout paired with his fast footsteps.

“Hi, baby. Oh my! Don’t you look handsome? All of my boys look so handsome,” you say, earning a shy smile from Nolan and a laugh from Mat who’s carrying Angel.

They spent the day shopping for hockey gear for Nolan, and they even went to go get haircuts- except Mat. Thank god.

“Thank you, mommy! Kiss?” Nolan leans into your side, lips puckered exaggeratedly.

“Mwah,” you give a smacking kiss.

“What do I need to do to get a kiss?” Mat asks, rocking a tired AJ.

“Just bring your sexy self over here,” you sass, tilting your head to the side with your devious smile.

He quickly dashes over to you, expertly leaning down without causing any casualties to the kid in his and in your arms, and seals his lips to yours.

You smile against his lips, a little airy giggle leaving your lips as the butterflies swarm inside your stomach.

“So, I was thinking we can order in tonight and just have a family movie night,” he whispers into the skin of your cheek.

“Sounds like a plan,” you whisper back, laughing when Sloane starts to reach out for her daddy.

“Switch?” He asks.

“Give me my little man,” you take Angel and he takes Sloane.

Sloane immediately attaches her mouth to his broad shoulder, trying to teeth on him.

“This is all she wants me for,” your husband exasperates, watching in bewilderment as Sloane leaves his shirt wet.

“Well at least she isn’t biting your boobs,” you point out, cuddling AJ into your chest.

“True. I’m so sleepy today. I just want to take a nap,” he sighs, lying down on the large couch, his head on your thigh.

“Take one, baby. I could use one, too now that Sloane is waking up extra early.”

You run your fingers through his hair and watch as he gets Sloane to peacefully fall asleep on his chest. You feel so lucky to be able to see Mat be the best daddy.

“I want cuddles!” Nolan whisper-shouts, looking at you with his puppy eyes.

“Come here handsome,” you beckon him over and he cuddles into your empty side, mirroring his father.

-

“Nolan, Angel, I need you guys to listen to mommy and sit at the table,” Mat uses the softer version of his dad voice to get the boys seated while he plates everyone’s food.

Nolan immediately pauses and gathers Angel to get them both seated. You sneakily smile, thinking it’s kind of hot to see Mat be all authoritative.

“Thank you, babe,” he sets down your plate in front of you with a glass of water right next to it. You tilt your head back and pucker your lips for a kiss.

“No need. I love you,” your husband says against your lips, making you giggle like a little kid. You loved when he did that.

“I love you.”

“Do you want me to hold Sloane so you can eat?” He settles down at the table himself, helping Nols and AJ simultaneously. You watch how his muscles flex under the material of his shirt when he reaches over to help your babies.

You’re going to need the babies to go down at their bedtime and no later. You had a nagging craving for your husband, and you know he’ll take all night to give it to you. You clench your thighs and shake your head, willing your desires to go away for now.

“Babe?” Mat snaps you out of your thoughts of what he’ll do to you once in bed.

“Sorry. No, it’s okay. I’ll hold my girl,” you answer, picking up Sloane and lifting her in the air to get her to giggle.

“Any hot gossip today, baby?” You snort back a laugh at Mat’s question. You love how he’s always wanting to know what’s going on in your friends’ lives, but you do find it funny sometimes. He gets so into it. He's your best friend.

“Yeah, mommy, what’s the hot ossip?” This time you let your laugh bust from your mouth.

Nolan has been in a copying phase. Anything you or Mat say, he’ll eventually say or try to say.

Nolan even copies the sassiness that Mat displays. A flick of the hair and an eyebrow cocking up as they wait for you to spill.

“Bev called me to tell me how one of our ‘friends’ was talking about us behind our back. She literally caught them when they went out. I’m so glad I wasn’t there, because I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from saying something,” you tell them -more Mat than Nolan- and your husband looks at you like you’ve grown two heads.

“What’s her name? Umm… Carmen?”

“Yup! It was Carmen. I can’t believe she had the audacity,” you get heated all over again.

“That’s messed up. After we invited her into our home! What an asshole!” Mat gasps, looking angry and you totally get it.

It’s crazy how fake a person can be.

“Asshole!”

“Aaahole!”

You snap your head to both your boys, eyes popping out of your head at their words. You smack Mat’s arm when you hear him laugh.

“Nolan and Angel, you know you are not to say the words that daddy says,” you berate them. Usually they’ll look down, because they know they’re in trouble but not this time.

“Aaahole,” Angel repeats, which sets off Nolan.

“Asshole!” Nolan says, this time hesitant but still with a devious smile.

“Sorry, baby. They’re probably hyped on the sugar I gave them while they were getting their haircuts,” Mat finds it the perfect time to tell you that bit of information. A wince is etched into his face and you just slap a hand on your forehead.

So much for getting them to bed on time.

[p0orbaby]

hey! idk if u take requests still? but i have a OTM request, it’s ok if this stays collecting dust in your inbox but…

I was wondering if u had any headcanons or a drabble on R & Wands’ first time together ?

personally i feel like it would’ve been awkward because R would try to initiate it but also try be respectful and embarrass themselves a lot and obviously both of them get nervous about the first time so it’s just shambles and they forget how their limbs work for a good five minutes lol but when they get into it it’s amazing and just how they’d imagined it to be

So Close

warnings: language, mild sexy times, Wanda being a tease, r being a horny mess, fluff, angst and smut… also not proof read

a/n: decided to make this request two parts. Set after this, but can be read alone!

Word count: 3k

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Kissing Wanda is your favourite thing.

There has never been a time in your life where you would actively seek out something as much as Wanda’s kisses.

She’s soft. She’s sweet. She always has them readily available for you if you ask. Small pecks in greeting. Lingering ones for departures. And any and all others for the in betweens.

Your favourite ones, if you had to choose, were the tired morning ones. Where her lips were still puffy from sleep and her body was warm from a night under the covers. You could stay like that forever. Holding her against your pyjama covered torso, legs intertwined with one another.

But if you were really being honest with yourself, it was just the morning sun and the chance to feel your girlfriend against you that made the morning so bearable. It’s the way the bottom of her sleep shirt barely covers the edge of her ass when she gets up to start the day. It’s the way she looks back at you over her shoulder, green eyes glimmering in the light. It’s the way you see her silhouette in the fitted glass of the bathroom door as she strips and showers mere feet from you.

A very primitive perspective. But you have to live off of whatever crumbs you’re given.

You’d called Wanda a few days after your first date. She said she was starting to worry that you wouldn’t want to see her again. You almost laughed because that was the furthest thing from your mind. You’d see her every second of the day for the rest of your life if you could.

So the date was arranged, the aquarium had been a good choice it seemed because when you made it back to her apartment she pulled you closed and attached your lips to hers.

It was messy. All teeth and saliva as your tongue swiped against hers. All your trust was given to the women pressed against you as she manvouvered you through the space. You’d deducted she’d led you to the kitchen when your back hit the edge of what felt like a worktop. There wasn’t a bone in your body that gave a damn where you were. As long as this carried on you could be dragged to hell and back for all you cared.

And for a brief second you thought that had actually happened. That some higher being had heard you and had made Wanda stop sliding her lips against yours to make you pay your end of the bargain. Her mouth was off yours in a second. Her hands moved to your chest to keep you at bay as you searched for her lips again. It was a small chuckle that brought you back to reality.

She was flushed a subtle pink. Her lips red from you sucking on them. Her hair slightly out of place and it was the most beautiful sight you had ever come across. Automatically you tried to lean in again but her palm was still firmly keeping you at a safe distance.

“I know I said I’d make an exception, but I think I’m already falling for you and I really don’t want to mess this up” she’d said as she adjusted the collar of your shirt back to rights. “I want everything to be perfect”

You nodded. Of course you did. You’d move mountains for her if she’d ask. So the small task of waiting until the right moment was the least you could do. Even if that did mean having to watch her flaunt around half naked in the morning sun.

-

The day had been relatively boring.

It was a Saturday so that meant Wanda stayed over with the intention of keeping you to herself for the whole weekend. Making the most of your identical Monday to Friday, nine to five jobs.

You were sat at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee and scrolling through your tablet as your girlfriend stood at the stove. She’d gotten changed into some sweats and another one of your old college T-shirts. And even though her ass was now covered, you still were treated to the sight of her moving swiftly around your kitchen with a grace you didn’t know was possible. It made you weak at the knees.

Or perhaps it was how she licked her slender fingers clean of pancake batter that made your heart race.

She must’ve known what she was doing because she caught your eye before she turned back away from you. All smirk and tease.

“Wanda, come here, I’ve got something to tell you” you find yourself saying suddenly.

“Hmm?” She responded, still facing the other way.

“Look at me baby, it’s important”. And it must’ve been because she heard you lock the tablet and place your mug on the marble countertop.

Wanda plated the pancake in the pan and turned the heat off. Turning to find you looking a little upset.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve just got something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a little while”

Wanda wasn’t a particularly paranoid person, but there was something about your sudden need to get whatever it was off your chest that made her nervous. So in some sort of subconscious comfort, she rounded the kitchen island and placed herself snugly in your lap. To her pleasure, your hands wrapped around her, keeping her close.

“I’ve got to go on a work trip in a couple of weeks”

“Oh, okay” relief flooded through her body. “I thought you were gearing up to break up with me or something”

“I’ll be gone for a month”

Oh

You could feel Wanda tense under your touch. See her brows furrow in concern as she processes what’s you’ve said, figuring out what that could mean for the two of you.

“A whole month?”

“I tried to get out of it, but you know what Tony can be like. I doubt he even needs me there. I’ll probably just be a glorified PA”

Wanda didn’t say anything, and that worried you. You thought you’d given ample time to let her know. Perhaps not.

She went to move off of you, you let her.

“I-, I'm not sure if I can go without seeing you for that long” she admitted and your heart both sank and soared at the same time.

She looked so small when she was vulnerable.

“I don’t want to leave you. I even considered asking you if you’d come with me” you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

The stool you were sat on scraped the floor as you stood. Making you wince at the high pitch noise echoing through the room. You watched Wanda as she shuffled from foot to foot in front of you. You’d never seen her like this. Her always positive, confident personality had been replaced by something you didn’t recognise in her.

“Move in with me”. The words stumbled out of your mouth without a second thought. Nor really a first one. The idea had been swimming in your mind, but only as a hypothetical. A scenario for something later down the line. But with the thought of being away from her longer than a few days, and her reaction to the news, why not move things along?

“Y/N, I don’t- I can’t just move in. I’ve got a lease” she mumbled.

“I’ll get Tony to pay any contract fees. It’s his fault anyway, that I have to leave you. Let me sort this, please? Move in with me”

You’d found yourself gravitating towards her. Like a planet orbiting the sun. She grounded you. Balanced you. Made you a better person.

“Move in with me” you said again, quilter this time. Almost a whisper as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Move in with me”. Once more, when she brought her arms around your neck. Your arms slid lower, encouraging her to jump up and wrap her legs around your middle.

“Move in with me”, it was a mantra you breathed as you walked her back towards the bedroom. The morning sunlight higher than it was an hour or so ago. The rays causing rainbow coloured patterns to bloom on your walls as they shine through the window.

Wanda still hadn’t spoken. She didn’t need to. The fervent nodding of her head was enough of an answer. The repetitive brush of her hair against the side of your face. The wet spot that had gathered on your shoulder from her tears. Happy you hope.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud. Her hair, now dry from the shower, fanned out beside her in a halo. A look only ever fit of an angel.

“I love you” she chokes out finally. Voice wet and raspy with emotion.

“Let me love you? Before I leave”

Another nod, accompanied by the subtle act of biting her lip between her teeth.

God, she was gorgeous. Any other time you’d be mesmerised by her. How her soft stomach had been revealed slightly as your shirt rose up her body. Her green eyes full of endless wonder in the crisp yellow wash of the room. Though this wasn’t the time to thank your lucky stars.

You leant forwards and kissed her neck hastily. Arms either side of her head, knees guiding her own legs further apart to accommodate you. Your movements weren’t slow. Your kisses were greedy and desperate.

Your lips left wet marks in her skin. A trail of saliva from her collarbone, up to her neck and around back to her lips. She kissed you like it was going out of fashion. All wet noises and moans into open mouths.

There was a sudden need that filled you. You needed to see her fully. She needed to be naked, to be bare for you. It wouldn’t be the first time, but this was under new circumstances. Not better, just different and exciting. You felt fizzy at just the idea of it.

Sitting back on your haunches, you make a start on removing her clothing. Untying the knot that we’re keeping her sweats up. Pulling them down as soon as they were loose enough. Shaking hands moving up to help her remove her shirt. Almost short circuiting when her breast filled your vision.

Like a teenage boy, that’s all you could look at. Not wanting to blink in case it was a dream and you’d imagined the whole thing. She had freckles on her chest. Perhaps from the day you’d both spent at the county fair. Her tank top low to keep her cool.

“Staring is rude, you know?” She informs you. You’re not sure how long you were gawking at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

“I’m joking. You make me feel sexy when you stare. It’s like I’m the only person you see”

“You are. Fuck, you are Wanda”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby. You’re the only girl I want. That’s it, you’re stuck with me”

It was Wanda who closed the gap this time. Leaning up from her position to press her lips against yours. All semblance of restraint fled your body.

Your hands grasped at the corners of whatever clothing she had left on. Just her panties you realised as lace was the only thing the tips of your fingers touched. You didn’t notice how much your hands were shaking until they were anchored by the soft plains of Wanda’s body.

She helped you too. Her craving for your skin against her too overwhelming to ignore. Your sleep shorts and ratty old gym top found the pile on the floor before you could protest. Not that you ever would.

“I wanna eat you out so bad” you breathed. It was brazen of you to admit really, but it was true.

Wanda laughed at that. Not a cute behind the hand chuckle, an actual snorting laugh that made you stop your administrations on her neck and pull back to look at her, confused.

“I’m sorry” she gasped, forcing herself to breath in between snorts, “but-, but I don’t think I’ve heard anyone say that since I was in high school”

“Oh. Because like, you’ve not had sex since then? Or something?”

“Baby, you really think I’ve not slept with anyone in five years?”

“I don’t know, haven’t you?”

Why is this now the topic of conversation? Why were you still talking?

“I hate to break it to you, but I have slept with several other people before you, I'm afraid. And most of them have been out of high school”

“Can we get back to the kissing now?” Your body spiked with jealousy at her mentioning being with others in the past. Not that you’d thought you were taking her virginity. That was far from the truth, but you also don’t want to think about other people touching what was yours.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous”

“I’m not jealous” you countered, pushing forward to try to connect your lips again. But her hand on your shoulder stopped you from approaching further.

“Wanna talk about it?” She didn’t mean it really. Her smirk told you so. She was teasing and you didn’t know whether you should be turned on or annoyed.

“No, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to fuck you”

Wanda’s eyebrows raised at your words. Maybe in shock, maybe not. Either way the blush on her cheeks traveled down her neck and coloured her chest, leaving you both smug and slightly embarrassed at your own bluntness. “Sorry, ah. Manners. Can I fuck you? Please?”

“Well, just because you asked so nicely”

Your hands left their position by your side and gently placed them back onto Wanda’s legs. Massaging the back of her calves with them. Tracing patterns along her skin as they journeyed up her body. You squeezed her thighs gently when you got there. Flicked her nipples when they pebbled under your palms. Pulled the hair at the base of her neck, tilting her head to the position you wanted it to be when you kissed again.

She moaned into your mouth when you nipped at her bottom lip. A small subtle thing that you knew you’d never get tired of hearing.

You slotted a knee between her legs. Pressing it against her just enough to have her rolling her hips over it. Letting the friction take her that little bit higher.

She was warm all over. She was radiating love and calmness even as your lips left hers to follow the blush down her neck. Hitching her breath when you sucked a nipple. Biting her lip when you played with the other. You licked her sternum when you passed it. Pecked the freckles on her abdomen when you found them. Her nails left crescent moons in your skin when your breath danced over her center. Anticipation getting the better of her.

“What are you waiting for?” She breathed. Chest heaving and watching you with hooded eyes as you laid there and admired her.

“Nothing, just looking. Can I?” You liked your lips after you asked. Mouth salivating with the knowledge she’d say yes and you’d get to taste her finally.

She didn’t say a word, she just grabbed your head and shoved your face into her. It was swift to a degree. No ifs or buts about any of it. And there would normally be no complaint from you, but when you heard a crunch as your face made contact with her. At first you thought it was her head hitting the headboard. But when you looked up and saw her eyes looking widely back at you, you realised something was wrong.

“Oh fuck”

“What? What happened?”

“Your nose, Jesus fucking Christ, you’re bleeding”

The hands that were once wrapped around her thighs came up to touch your face automatically. Fingers coming back painted with red.

Wanda scrambled off the bed, covers getting wrapped around her legs in an attempt to get to the bathroom. Her hand gripped your wrist as she went, pulling you off of the mattress unexpectedly. You didn’t have the best coordination on the best of days, and after smacking your face hard enough to make your nose bleed, it wasn’t a surprise that you lost your footing and fell face first into the shag rug on the floor.

“Okay, just stay there. Let me get some paper towels or something”

You groaned in defeat and listened out for the heavy slap of Wanda’s bare feet against the hardwood and tiled floor respectively and back again.

Warm hands grabbed at your body, pulling you up so your back was leaning against the frame of the bed. A soft towel pressed against your face. Fingers pinching your nose through the material.

Your eyes focused on a face close to yours. Knitted brows of concern and teary eyes filled your vision.

“I’m so sorry” Wanda breathed. Guilt evident in her voice as she tends to your wounds.

“Don’t be,” you started. Voice muffled coming through the thick fabric before pulling it gently away from your face. “It was an accident”

“It was stupid”

“No it wasn’t”

“You’re bleeding”

“And You’re stressing”

There was a brief pause before she let out a sigh. Slumping brown onto the floor next to you. The high sun giving light to her rosy cheeks and layer of sweat that coated her skin. Glistening like diamonds.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after a while.

“I don’t want to leave you. But I want you to be here when I get back. And we can call every day”

You’d grab her hands, but you’d get blood all over her. So you settled on resting your head on her shoulder. The blood from your nose since stopped spilling out. All that was left was a faint throb and the feel of betrayal coursing through your veins.

“Four weeks”

The words floated out of her mouth. A prayer of faith. Encouraging herself to not crumble at the thought of being away from you for so long.

Four weeks.

You sighed yourself.

[bowbowcherry]

Nsfw MDNI ×

Tojixfem!reader

×Thumb in ass,degradation, 69, spit, drool, spanking. Pubes. Squirt. F!cum swap. Hair pulling. Mention of pain play ig?. Gross at the end?×

I stayed up from 1 to now 6pm I am tired and I can't sleep :D I can't slant certain words without it doing the whole paragraph when I click off!!! . Uh baseball fic still working on cuz I'm lazy.

I feel like I didn't add as much sexy time but idk ill edit it to mix any mistakes n s8ch tomorrow or someday lol anyways make sure to reblog and like!!! Enjoy:

69 w/ toji!×

You slurp, both your hands at his base. His pubes tickleing your hands. Your drool, from sucking him deeper earlier, dripping down his hard cock onto your pretty, soft minecured hands. Like slime, it sticks. In the pubes ,everywhere. Eyes closed. Makeup smeared. If only you could see how much of a whore you look like. But it's all to impress fushiguro.

"Fuck baby.." He groans into your pussy. His thump playing with your tight rim. He licks you from your clit to your clenching pussy hole. Playing with the clenching muscle with his wet warm one. Then licking over Puffy fat swollen folds. Then back to your swollen peral of meat.

you trying to take that fat cock down your throat. His thigh muscles flexing. The feeling of your wet sticky tongue dragging over his tip, sucking. The hands at the base feeling them squeeze when he licks over a good spot. God, the high he's getting from all this. His whole body feeling sweaty and hot. Electrifying. Might be better then any drug If his eyes could roll back more they would. Your soft plumply thighs beside his head. Waiting to squeeze his head. Threatening and trembling to close as he flicks right to left on your puffy hard clit.

His thumb pushes past your tight rim. His other hand moves to slap your ass. The sound loud thur the room."H-haaah...toji.." One of your hand, now on his thigh your nails digging into his thigh like sharp cat claws. Leaving behind pretty red lines. You buck back on his tongue. He grabs your ass and slaps it again and again. Making it nice pretty red. God he wants to see it turn red and bruised. Just watching you try and get comfortable while sitting. God does love that. Drives him fucking insane. You squeezeing your thighs looking up at him with lusty and husky doe eyes. Fuck, his dick trys to bob. It throbs acheing to be touch with that warm mouth"Dirty. Nasty. Pain slut..go back to sucking that big dick like your ment to. Fucking freak...mmm" And he goes backs to licking and sucking. you do as your told. As you should.

You lick over his tip, before taking half of him in your mouth. Your hand one hand go's back to the base to steady the heavy rod. Your lips drags as you you move your head up and down. "Mmm.." your eyes roll. It's all to much. Feeling his tongue. The taste of his cock. The thumb moving in amd out your ass fast. Your head feels empty like a dog who got its food. So good and wanting more. You grind back on his face, your thighs squeeze his face. Your mouth let's go of your favorite candy to moan loudly into the air. Coming,That big boost of euphoric high. "TOJI!" You squeek, voice cracking as you spray your sticky and sweet juices into his mouth. Your hand one hand removing and going back to claw at his thigh the other gripping his base quite tightly. He couldn't say that he didn't like a little pain.

He's groans moving his thumb faster . He brings his other hand his pointer and middle finher rub your pulsing and twitcheing clit, side to side. Your squirt drenching his lower face, dripping down his neck and sticky face onto the bed. God he wants to cum he really can't take anymore of this. He can just feel his cock turn purple with need.

He collects some squrt in his mouth. the nice favor coating his whole mouth.he wants to swallow so bad but shareing is careing. Your panting, mind in a different place. Floating around somewhere in heaven like an angel. Your pushed off him, your face making contact with the bouncey bed. On your forearms. Creaking from your harsh movement. Your behind in the air. Quite a veiw for him Then your hair is grabbed from behind. A nice stinging ache feeling from it. Your pulled to face toji who is kneeling on the bed. The bed dipping around his knees. His toned thighs flexing, his cock bobbing here and there. His pubes to his happy trale. His abs, waist. His perked nipples. You feel yourself clench. everything is a perfect on this God.

Hand still in your hair he pulls it back so your neck is strain as you look up at him. Your face a mess. On all fours. Make up smeared heavy lidded eyes all hazy. Your pretty tits hanging. Gripping the sheets as he uses his other hand to to open your mouth. What a veiw His rough fingers grabbing roughly at your chin opening your mouth up. He leans close spitting his saliva and your liquid into your mouth. A nice good mouthful. "Drink it selfish slut." He grins at you when your face turns sour when it all hits your mouth. You swallow. His cock jumps, leaking like a broken sink. Fuck your perfect.

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[inactivewattpadauthor]

[Old]Kung Lao x Shy Reader(Smut)

----------------------------- You were watching Kung Lao and Liu Kang training together. You were sitting on a nearby bench in your phone while watching them. You adored them both.

Sure, they may act stupid most of the time, but that's what you like about them. You mostly had an interest in Kung Lao than Liu Kang. Not because he's with Kitana, but every time Kung seems to "flirt" with you, it may come out as a cringe, or a sad fail. You'd want to flirt back, but you're scared of messing it up.

You were watching as Liu was stomping Kung on the ground. You just awkwardly stared. No interruptions or laughter, you were just waiting until Raiden got back from the temple. Soon enough, they both called it a fight- or Liu was just tired of beating his friend up. You saw as they both started heading towards you, you shyly pretended you were scrolling through your phone, not wanting to make eye contact with them.

"Y/n, can we get a drink from your water bottle?" Kung asked, still panting from his ass whooping. "Sure." You quietly mumbled, and handed to him. Kung took a few sips, eventually handing Liu the bottle. After they were quenched enough, each male took a seat by your side, leaving you squashed, since you were short. It was a nice evening, you three spent time talking, of course some sexual jokes were slipped in between you three, mostly from Liu, since he shipped you two. I'm yours and Kung's heart, you both probably knew you had something for each other.

Later on, it was dark. Raiden came by and took Liu somewhere, Kung and you went to your place because, well, you both were having a great conversation, even after Liu left. "Kung, do you want anything to eat? I have ramen that I made yesterday." You asked from the kitchen.

"I'm good Y/n." Kung shouted a reply, from the living room. You shrugged it off, and then took a box of Pocky's, and went to the living room. We all know where this is going.

You sat next to him on the sofa, looking at the tv to see what he was watching. He was just watching some random anime, but by his expression, he seemed bored.

You didn't know how to start a conversation yourself, now that Liu wasn't here, but you watched tv, eating a few pocky's. Eventually, well it's an anime so why wouldn't there be, there was a fight scene. But at least you were interested in seeing it. You stick half a pocky in your mouth as someone made the first move. You didn't chew on the picky or anything, it was just there in your mouth.

Somehow, it felt lighter as a loud *crunch* noise was heard. You looked to your side to see Kung's face an inch away from yours. He gave you a seductive smile before chewing up the delicious chocolate covered stick. You didn't say anything, yet you wouldn't know what to say, but you were blushing into a million. "How come you're so shy?" Finally something was said. "I don't know." You muttered. A hand reached for your chin and lifted it. You saw his half lid eyes and a smirk no one ever made to you before. You didn't know what to do. With his other hand, he put his hat somewhere else for safety purposes.

"Y/n, have you ever considered being with Liu Kang?" Kung questioned. "Isn't he with Kitana?" "Exactly. Now have you ever considered to be with me?" You blushed with a smirk on your face. That was a yes. Kung climbed on top of you, pressing his lips towards your soft ones. Of course, you kissed back. You felt a little tickle on your bottom lip, indicating that he's asking for permission, and you allowed him. Even if you didn't want to, you would've. You couldn't say no to him.

"Are you okay with this? I don't want you to feel rushed." He instantly broke up the kiss to ask this question. "I'm okay with it." You responded. He went back to kissing you, tugging at your shirt. You helped him take it off, leaving you in your f/c bra. You already felt nervous. Kung took off his shirt, revealing his hard tone abs. It was sexy.

"Second question, Y/n. Is this your first time?" You nodded shyly. "It's okay, I'll be gentle. Just let me know when to slow down. Please." You nodded, signaling him you understand.

*Me getting back to work on this a month and a half later*

He slowly reached for your bra, tugging it for permission to take it off. You reached behind your back and unclipped it for him. The bra slowly slid off, revealing your sexy boobs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

Kung didn't waste any time to start groping them, which you blushed and softly squealed at the sudden action. "You're so cute." Kung chuckled. After a tender moment of touching your chest, he kissed his way down to your f/c panties. Being a virgin, you were a little bit wet. But that'll change...

Kung licked the wetness through the soak fabric, and with his teeth, he pulled it down. You laid back, slightly shaking in discomfort since you were naked in front of your crush.

He placed each of his hands on your inner thighs, arousing you even more. You can tell he was drawing near your core from the distance of his breathing. You got ready for the next glorious sensation. Kung's tongue pressed against your core, you jumped on how warm it actually was.

He was slowly licking around while continuously rubbing your thighs. You were letting out soft, quiet moans to the feeling. Those moans turned into loud moans when he inserted his tongue into you. The shocking feeling was weird, but it felt way comfortable. He was getting to work straight away, as you were moaning your ass off. You felt every movement, how he pull and push his tongue, and how he lick around your tight walls.

2 minutes of being eaten out, you felt something in your lower portion of your stomach, the more huge it got, the louder you were, but Kung continued his work to get his payment, which was a sweet taste of juice literally made by you.

You were panting in exhaustion. "Don't get tired yet." Kung murmured, getting up to take off his boxers. You shyly looked away and shut your eyes. Fact is you were still too innocent even if you're grown enough. "Y/n, you sure you want to do this?" Kung sounded nervous. Maybe he thought about it too. Scared to reject him you turned to look at him in his eyes. "No, go ahead I'm ready!" He stared at you in hesitation but then climbed back on top of you.

You manage to catch a small look at his member. He was pretty average, but you were small so you were of course scared. "Last chance, you sure you want to do this? I don't mean to hurt you on pur-"

"Yes, I give you my consent." You smiled at him, hiding your fright. You felt him line himself up along your entrance. You felt him slowly entering but stop as soon as you were in pain. You dig your nails in his shoulders as you felt your hymen getting demolished.

Inch by inch, he slowly kept going in to make it easier for both of you. You both were ignoring the blood that was staining the furniture, but it oddly helped his member slide in easier. He pulled back and entered again, making the pain feel worse than it did.

Kung just kept slowly thrusting until you felt comfortable of him being inside you. "You can go fast now." You signaled him. He nodded then repositioned himself so he could go deeper and faster.

Now that is where you felt every pleasure.

The feeling of your womb being touched was a great shocking feeling for you, especially when he was going hard. You were louder than ever. He placed his hands on your breasts and began groping them again.

This at least continued for over 10 minutes. Before the familiar knot came back to your stomach, this time more intense than last. "Kung, I-I'm g-g-going to-" "Go ahead." He interrupted.

As he pulled out, you came. You both were pretty tired, but it was worth it. There was a huge silence after both of you took a breathe.

You thought he was asleep, but it didn't stop you from whispering a quick "I love you."

"I love you too Y/n."

[thatstheproblemwithnapkinman]

fuck it, i'm talking about beast world

(i have not read issue #1 yet, this is mostly a rant about tom taylor and #6, so kind of spoilers for dick in beast world)

ok, so the cover for #6 was announced and...

i'm pissed

so, firstly, this article on it made me want to cry

WHY IS THAT THE TITLE FUCK OFF

i am sick and tired of the "nightwing is a sex symbol" bc why do they keep forcing this narrative

also, this is a direct quote from tom taylor

Yes, you do get Nightwing turned into a fox because we’d be inhuman monsters not to do that. People want to see that.

do i like dick as a fox bc i like dick and i like foxes, so i am happy for that, but the fact it has been done purely for the sex symbol reason is annoying

tom taylor's run is something. there are good things about it (haley) but a lot of mis-writing of dick as a character and ignoring a lot of characterisation that has occurred aver the past 83 years. i like the limiting of his sexualisation - it is a lot less present in taylor's run than previous runs - but making dick a fox bc foxy get it bc foxy bc sexy is stupid and annoying

dick WOULD be a fox, but not because of that. he would be a fox because he is a trickster, he is manipulative (something tom taylor seems to forget half the time). this man can fool batman if he wants. this is a good enough reason for him to be a fox but no, it's because he is sexy

it also fits with the bats being canines (not damian but cat damian makes so much sense and it's close enough) with bruce and jason both being wolves. dick as a fox fits this perfectly. especially with him, bruce, and jason, the three characters that mirror each other. bruce and jason are both wolves because they are the same. they are so similar it's scary sometimes (my own opinion on them anyway. there are differences between them ofc but they are a lot more similar than they are different). dick is a fox because his is the same but different. a canine but he chose his own path, became a better version of batman. a master manipulator.

there was a perfect reasoning but it was thrown out because "let's continue the over-sexualisation of him" was the easy way out

do i think the better reasoning might end up being the actual reasoning in the comics, possibly. idk if they will dive into the reasoning tbh, i'm not holding out hope for it.

idk man, i think beast world is gonna be fun, but this just made me cry

i'm only happy bc the cover by sweeny boo is actually nice (it doesn't accentuate his ass so tysm for that bc now i don't feel bad when i use it in my nightwing widget)

also, i am not someone who hates tom taylor. ii think his writing is fine and i love superman: son of kal-el ok. he doesn't write dick badly, sometimes he just misses and that is ok. i still like the run and will still get it and read it bc i'm enjoying it ok

i just don't like the OVER-sexualisation of dick

[mypoorsanity]

𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆'𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀

𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃!𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝘁.𝟮

𝗮/𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂'𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝘆 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

sexy, lily (this is a mix of mature and horny ran ok) :

i’d say good luck if you accept him as a lover, ran can be a mass handful, whether it’s at home or he’s taking you out on one of your weekly dates. but there are different kinds of ‘handfuls’ you may witness when with him, and i’d say you may or may not enjoy one of them. but one thing ran really can’t say no to is some nice sleep, and he can really sleep if he isn't disturbed. even though he’s quite a hormonally disturbed fella i’d say waking up with him is quite a sweet collection of moments, it’s a mix of sleepy and sweet. he’s someone who needs a morning hug (cling) before he even starts anything, so if he gets up really fucking tired, he needs a recharge and can just cling to your back with his arms around you for the next half hour. you can always hear a small mumble of “s’ur moving too much lily”, while you’re trying to accomplish breakfast and he needs a recharge for the morning. i’d enjoy this part of ran if i were you, cause when the hour is over, the other handful begins. happy-horny ran is back baby, you know he’s back to normal whenever he’s calling to you by saying what will irritate you the most (or the opposite i don’t blame you),

there are quite a few options for these words but they all remind you of him which you, sadly, love. the combination of words ‘‘hey’ and ‘sexy’’ manage to make you playfully roll your eyes every time, especially when you’re trying to get ready to go have a day out with your friends without him, you know his true intentions when he walks into the room with those words sitting on the tip of his tongue ready to spill and bored hands ready to attack.

love, rose :

he would hate me for saying this but, he’s just like his brother, a flower as their name for you is just a thing for them. the word ‘rose’ was unexpected coming from rindou, but it will come together when you see how he gets you a dozen roses for every milestone in your relationship. and you can only imagine the bouquet near the entrance to the first apartment you both shared. but when you were both teens in love, it was a slip of the tongue when you first heard it, it was your first anniversary like mentioned rindou had gotten you a dozen roses and followed up with a nice view of roppongi while sitting on some random high ass building. you both were committing to a small talk while just basking in each other presence, a nice time for the both of you, when you decided to pop a question. “rinnie i really love you for them, but do you really like roses or something?”. you constantly wondered about why he always chose roses to give you, of course, you didn’t care because they came from him just for you, but you were curious. he was resting, laying back on his back with his hands behind his head. “you remind me of one love, you’re my rose.” your brain clicks in realisation at the words he just said and you swear you could’ve burned to death on the spot with how red you were going. rindou himself noticed his own words, his eyes snapping open and a slight red appearing on his face. “that wasn't supposed to come out ‘til we get old, fuck.” yea i think you almost fainted.

darling, (he tries so hard ok):

chifuyu actually ‘grows a pair’, (as baji likes to call it) sooner than you think. looking into his mangas for some help, you’d think he’s still quite shy, (he is still actually) but he shows his big ol’ boyfriend chifuyu side at some point, if you told baji about this he’d start cry-laughing. but, chifuyu looked into his little romance mangas for some assistance on how to, ‘impress you with his “manliness”’. but oh my god, when you heard a small but hearable ‘darling’ within earshot, you’d think you hearing things as you were currently deeply invested in one of one chifuyu’s mangas. so you didn’t really hear him call you at first, but a second changed call was enough to make you second guess your hearing.. “what did you call me?”, damn, it was a human beetroot sitting across from you on his study chair. you were so surprised by this yourself that you as well had a small blush covering your cheeks. “NOTHING I SAID ‘DO YOU LIKE THE STORY’ NOTHING ELSE I SWEAR ON MY S-”, it was almost possibly the worst bluff you’ve ever heard, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh from his failed attempt. you honestly wanted to torture him with his words, but you wanted to hear it again so bad, you left him be to try again for next time. ”by the way, you’re welcome to say that again later”, “I DIDN’T SAY DARLING”, “i never said you did” “SHUT UP”

doll, baby :

hanma ‘i love to piss the fuck out of everyone i know’ shuji, someone has got to get him under control, and who other than his dear girlfriend. to him, you’re the only person who is probably able to control him to a point, like when he’s about to start a fight and you just wanna go home. all you have to say is “enough” and he actually stops provoking his opponent, rolling his eyes at them and looking down and your tired self, it's almost like you're stopping a dog from provoking another dog into a bark off. but he decides to go after you now with his g’old words, “aww ‘s my baby tired?” you want to actually punch him since it’s 11 at night and you’re missing your comfy sheets. “i’ll carry ya babe”, you start re-thinking punching him, but you then consider your tired legs and how you’d get home faster due to his longer ones... hanma’s grin honestly widens but from genuine happiness right now, ‘sin’ and ‘punishment’ gripping your thighs tighter to hoist you further up his back. you could fall asleep right there if it wasn’t for him starting to run for no fucking reason other than to, as we all guessed, piss you the fuck off. “SHUJI WHAT THE FUCK” “aw doll you’re not havin’ fun?”, “shuji ’m gonna choke the shit out of you.” “i’d take it from you anytime, anywhere.” yea i don’t know how you do it.

[allthingsfangirl101]

*The Boss–Keys

Warnings: rough sex, sneaking around kink, language

Being vice president of a video game company is not as glorious as gamers think. It's even less so when the president is an absolute moron. I am basically running the entire company. Antwan shows up at 11 o'clock, orders food, walks around, randomly fires people, and then usually leaves between 2 and 3.

I usually have to get as much work done as I can in the morning because I spend the rest of the afternoon un-firing people. I have to reassure them that Antwan doesn't have any actual firing ability. He has to talk to me before he can fire someone.

"So. . . I'm not. . ."

"You're not fired, Dominique," I reassured her. "You are a great designer. Keep it up."

"Thanks, Y/N," she sighed.

I walked her out of my office, patting her on the shoulder as she left. I closed the door and leaned against it. I do this multiple times a week. Antwan hasn't even noticed yet. He usually forgets who he fired the next day.

With my back still against my office door, I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket. I dialed the number to his desk phone and closed my eyes as it rang.

"We need to have a meeting," I sighed as soon as it stopped ringing, not giving him a chance to answer. "Now."

"On my way."

I hung up and kicked off my door so I could start clearing off my desk. If I didn't do this, it would end up on the floor. There was a soft knock and the door creaked open. I didn't bother moving. I stayed, slightly leaning over my desk. I smirked when the door closed and the lock clicked.

I heard him slowly walk over to me. He gently placed his hands on my hips and stepped up behind me. He slid his hands around my body until his arms were wrapped around my stomach.

"Let me guess," Keys whispered in my ear. He kissed my jawline a couple of times before continuing, "Antwan was a dick and fired someone. You then had to un-fire them and clean up his mess."

The second he stopped talking, he returned to kissing my neck.

"I only want to think of one dick right now," I moaned.

I closed my eyes and focused on his lips on my body. He had a way of relaxing every part of me. Keys never struggled to help me forget about work.

He bit my ear, slightly sucking on it. He started nibbling down my neck, moving my shirt aside so he could kiss my collarbone. I bit back a moan as he slipped his hands under my skirt until he found my underwear. I leaned my body back against him as he slid them off.

"Get on the desk," he ordered.

I spent all day giving orders, correcting Antwan's. Keys was the only person who gave me orders. And it was incredibly sexy.

"Yes, sir," I whispered. I turned around and saw Keys reach up and tossed his jacket onto my couch.

Without breaking eye contact, I sat on my desk and opened my legs. He walked over and grabbed my thighs, spreading them apart even more. He stood between them as he played with my skirt. I gasped when he grabbed my thighs and roughly brought me to the edge, half of my ass hanging off.

Keys leaned down and pressed his lips roughly to mine. I let out the moan I'd been holding back since he walked into my office as our tongues instantly started fighting for dominance.

As we battled, I reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt from bottom to top. I tore it off of him, tossing it to the side. I started to unbutton my shirt but Keys grabbed my hands, stopping me. I put my hands on the desk, slightly behind me as Keys started unbuttoning my shirt. This was exactly why I always wore button-ups to work.

It's why we both wear them. Whenever I get tired or frustrated or irritated with work, I call Keys and ask for a meeting. He comes to my office at his earliest convenience. The second he walks in, we tear each other's clothes off and he orders me around.

It all started after a very drunk Christmas Party Keys's first year at Soonami. We started the night with flirting but soon added too many drinks. We ended up hooking up in the supply closet. The next Monday, I called him into my office to talk about the party. We didn't talk about it. Instead, we ended up having sex on my desk.

And so started our routine. We've been hooking up for about six months. A month after we started, we were at his apartment on his couch. We were about to move to his bedroom but I stopped it. I asked him if we could finally talk about it, about us. For the first time since we started, Keys and I had a real conversation. The conversation started off awkward but eventually, we confessed to caring about each other.

I was brought back to current events when Keys put his face between my breasts, slipping his tongue into my bra. As he explored my chest, I reached down and started undoing his pants. When they fell to the floor, Keys instantly pushed me back onto my desk and climbed over me.

He pressed his lips to mine as he reached into my desk drawer and found the hidden condoms. I grabbed it from him and tore it open. Keys bit my bottom lip as I slipped it onto him. The second it was on him, he pushed into me. I squeezed my eyes at the new pressure.

I broke the kiss and arched my back as Keys instantly started thrusting in and out of me. We moaned quietly as he took control. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. Keys knew exactly what I liked. Still thrusting into me, Keys gently grabbed my chin.

"Look at me, baby girl," he whispered. I slowly opened my eyes, looking directly into his lust-filled eyes. Whenever we did this, Keys liked to keep eye contact.

"Oh Y/N," Keys grunted. "I want you to scream my name. So fucking badly."

"You know we can't," I gasped when he hit my G-spot.

Keys slightly repositioned himself before going back to thrusting into me. When he pushed in, he held it before pulling out.

"Shit," I moaned. "Keep going, baby."

"I thought I was supposed to be the one giving orders during our meetings," he groaned as I squeezed myself around him.

I grabbed his face, forcing his lips down onto mine to shut him up. I felt him smirk as he kissed me back. We broke apart when my office phone started ringing.

"Son of a. . ." I mumbled.

"Answer it," Keys said. I looked at him to see him smirking at me. We kept eye contact as I reached over and answered the phone.

"This is Y/N."

Keys let out a soft moan as he returned to thrusting into me. I bit my lip, not listening to a single thing that Antwan was yelling about as I focused on Keys ravishing me. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood as Keys put his face between my breasts and quickened his movements.

"You got it," I mumbled before hanging up.

"What did Antwan want?" Keys asked as he decided which breasts to make out with.

"No idea."

Keys grabbed my thigh, wrapping my leg around his waist. He snaked his hand that wasn't holding him up under my back, pushing me closer to him. We rode out our highs a little longer, our grunts and moans slowly starting to get louder.

"Next time," Keys grunted as he started pushing me towards my breaking point, "I want you screaming my name. As loud as you can."

With one final thrust, I was sent into orgasm. I arched my back and gave in.

"Yes, sir," I gasped.

Keys pulled out of me and didn't give me a chance to relax. He grabbed my hand, roughly pulling me so I was sitting up. We were back to the position we had started in; me with my legs spread open and Keys standing between them.

"My place," he said, catching his breath. "Tonight. Bring wine, I'll handle the dinner. And then, for dessert. . ."

"You want me screaming your name as loud as I can?" I teased. Keys leaned in and smashed his lips to mine. I instantly ran my fingers through his hair as our lips moved messily in sync. He broke the kiss with a soft moan.

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

                                * * * * *

I fixed my shirt, making sure one of my shoulders was exposed. After our meeting, Keys and I sent saucy texts back and forth. We sent descriptive texts of what we wanted tonight, what we wanted the other to do, and sneak previews.

Keys and I didn't hook up every night. It was only on weekends. He'd come over Friday night, we'd spend all day in bed, go out Saturday night and he wouldn't leave until Sunday afternoon. Whenever we did go out, we went out of the city so we wouldn't risk running into anyone from our company.

Part of me wondered if anything would change at work. The other part of me wondered if Antwan would have one of his classic temper tantrums when he found out I was sleeping with an employee.

I smirked when the door was roughly swung open. Keys didn't wait for me to say anything. He grabbed my waist, pulled me close to him, and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him back.

Without breaking the kiss, Keys pulled me into his apartment and led me over to his couch. He picked me up, gently laying us both down. He rolled his body against mine as we relaxed into the cushions. Within minutes, we were in the middle of a full makeout session with nothing but our underwear on.

Keys finally broke the kiss and started kissing my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, slightly arching my back as he bit the skin peeking out behind my bra.

"Baby," I moaned, "don't you want to eat first?"

He pulled away and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his room. I gasped when he dropped me onto his bed. He crawled on top of me with a smirk that gave me chills.

"Remember what you promised," he said through his teeth. I smirked as I snaked my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Loud and proud," I said softly. Keys let out a deep moan as he lowered himself and started grinding his body down on mine. As our bodies moved in sync, we finished undressing each other.

In just a few minutes, we were in his bed, under the covers, with our underwear randomly thrown around his room. I roughly switched our positions and sat on his hips. I kept eye contact as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I felt him harden under me as I took it off and tossed it aside.

I grabbed his hands, slid them up my thighs, and continued up my torso. He knew what I was doing and I could feel his anticipation building. When I finally got his hands to his favorite spot on my body, he squeezed them on his own.

I moved my hips so he would slide into me as he continued to massage my breasts. The movements in his hips soon fell in sync with his squeezes.

"Oh Y/N," he moaned. "Keep going."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. He instantly started roughly moving his lips against mine. I broke the kiss, making him pout.

"Yes, sir," I whispered before pressing my lips back to his. I began running my fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands that I caught, something I knew he liked in bed.

We continued this for some time. The longer I was on top, the tighter I started to feel. I smirked when I got an idea. A dirty idea.

"Bring your knees up," I mumbled against his lips. Without breaking the kiss, he obeyed.

I bit his lip before I broke the kiss. I sat up and leaned against his knees, making sure he was still inside of me. I watched his face, wanting to see his reaction to me. With as much force as I could, I squeezed my folds around his member inside of me.

"Fuck," he gasped.

I giggled when Keys quickly sat up, so quickly I almost fell off of his lap. He grabbed my thighs and started moving my hips faster against his. He didn't kiss my lips. Instead, he wrapped his mouth around one of my breasts. I arched my back, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on my nipple.

"Holy shit, Keys," I moaned in sync with my movements. "You're so fucking big, baby."

"Can you do me a favor?" Keys grunted, pulling his attention away from my chest. The look on his face made me stop. I sat up a little so he would slip out of me.

"Anything, baby," I whispered as I delicately placed my hands on his shoulders and started massaging them as I rocked my hips against his.

"Don't call me Keys."

"What?" I asked, all sexiness and heat between us disappearing. I started to get off of him, completely embarrassed. "You don't like that nickname?"

"No no no no no," he repeated quickly as he grabbed my thighs, stopping me from getting off of him. "I didn't mean it like that, baby girl. I love my nickname. It's just. . . I meant. . . I want you to call me by my first name as we keep going."

"Oh," I said under my breath. "Any particular reason?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I mean, I know why. . ."

"It turns you on."

He smiled softly at me. "In a way," he whispered. "But even more so, you calling me by my name makes it more intimate. And that turns me on."

"You got it," I said softly, "Walter."

Keys moaned as he smashed his lips onto mine. I smiled as I started to kiss him back. As our lips moved hungrily in sync, Keys rolled us over so he was back on top. Once he was, he tore away from my lips and started sucking on my neck.

"Say it again," he asked through his teeth.

"Anything for you," I whispered, "Walter."

When I said his name, he growled. I gasped when he swiftly pushed into me. I arched my back, his name slipping out of my mouth in moans. I asked him to keep going. I asked him to go faster. I asked him to go deeper. Every time I asked him to do something, I called him by his name.

Our orgasms built faster than they ever have. Things felt more intense. When we reached our peaks, we both let out loud moans. He stayed where he was as we came down. I chewed on my bottom lip as I felt him soften inside me. I took a shaky breath when he finally pulled out of me.

"So much better when you moan my name," Keys chuckled as he rolled off of me.

"The louder the better," I agreed. I gasped in pain as I shifted. Keys looked over at me, a small amount of guilt in his eyes.

"You doing okay?" He asked. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

I leaned over and pressed my lips delicately to his. I pulled away but kept my face inches from his.

"I'm okay," I whispered. "It's the good kind of pain."

I kissed him again before rolling onto my back. When my head hit the pillow, I was also hit with an insane amount of guilt. I looked over at Keys, my heart sinking. I grabbed his hand, making him look at me.

"What's wrong?"

"I've been lying to you," I said under my breath. Keys' eyes narrowed as he rolled onto his side and studied me. I sat up, keeping the blanket close to my chest as I leaned against the headboard.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Life Itself."

Keys sat up, fully turning towards me. He waited for me to continue, so I did.

"I lied to you and Milly," I said, my voice breaking. "Antwan didn't shelve your game, Keys. He built Free City around it."

"Which means there's proof in Antwan's game," he said slowly as he caught on. I nodded, nervously biting my bottom lip.

"All you have to do is cross the barrier at Hitman's Beach," I explained. "Then the whole design will fall and the world will see your original design. Antwan won't be able to deny it any longer."

Keys thought about it for a second before his demeanor changed. "Why did you suddenly decide to tell me all of this?"

"You deserved to know the truth," I said under my breath.

Keys smiled softly as he scooted closer. "But why now? I've been working for you for over a year. What made you suddenly go behind Antwan's back, and I'm guessing against your NDA, all of a sudden?"

"Because. . ." I hesitated.

We were just hooking up. If I answered that question, it may ruin our usual routine. Adding feelings to a sneaking around relationship could end it.

Keys scooted even closer to me as he reached up and gently cupped my face in his hand. He pulled me in and pressed his lips delicately to mine. As our lips began to move in sync, Keys pushed me back onto his bed and instantly climbed over me.

"You're trying to protect me," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "How sweet."

"I don't want this to just be a hook-up," I confessed, breaking the kiss. "I like you, Keys. I mean, really like you. And if we did start a relationship, I didn't want to start anything with this big lie between us."

"Damn," Keys whispered.

"What?"

"I don't want this to be just a hook-up either," he continued. "I really like you, Y/N. And you're right. We shouldn't start our relationship with a big lie between us, so. . ."

"So?"

"So what are you going to do to help me get my game back?"

Keys gasped, covering it up with a deep chuckle as I rolled us over, switching our positions. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. He let his hands roam up and down my bare back as our tongues danced. I broke the kiss with a soft wine.

"Anything, baby," I said breathlessly. "Anything you need me to do, I'll do it."

[lizzieislife94x]

Concentrate (w.m)

Wanda Maximoff x G!P Reader

Y/ns POV:

"Babe are you ready the party started 20 minutes ago" I yell to my girlfriend "yeah yeah I'm coming y/n calm...wow" she stops and stares atme in awe making me feel extremely shy "baby stop looking at me" I giggle as she wraps her arms around me kissing my jawline "I will never get tired of seeing you all dressed up in a suit its extremely sexy" I blushand slap her ass "shhhh let's go we need to get to the compound we're already late" I giggle leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek and walk out to the car gently pulling her behind me as we get to the car I open her door for her "my lady" I gently curtsey for her as she giggles "oh my such a gentle woman " I laugh as I close the door and run round to the drivers side andstart out journey as she rests her hand on my thigh "I really love when you wear suits you look amazing" she says out of the blue looking at me with a huge smile "that's why i wear them Tony's stupid party's because I know you love it" I smile back after 20 minutes we arrive at the compound and I run round to open her door "why thank you baby" she smiles waiting to take my hand as we walk in "Wanda! Y/n" a drunken Tony yells running over to us pulling us into a hug "drunk already old man" I joke aswe both laugh and head in to enjoy the party "Here you go baby" i smile handing Wanda her drink and start to drink my own "so how long have you guys been together now" Bruce asks with a smile "a little over 3 years" we say in unison and look at each other with a smile " wow that's amazing I knew you guys hit it off right away" Nat smirks at us "stop it you'll make her blush" Wanda giggles "ohh come dance with me baby" she drags me to the dance floor as we dance like no one's watching "god I love you so fucking much" I whisper to her ear "and I love you so fucking much baby" we spend half an hour dancing before I tap out "baby I'm going to get a drink want one" she smiles and nods and I head to the bar to get 2 drinks and take one over to Wanda who's sitting on the couch making me giggle "tired too huh?" I ask as I sit beside her handing her my drink "fuck yes geez can definitely tell I'm not 21 anymore" she giggles as we sit and talk.

We've been here for 4 hours it's just past midnight and I have a tipsy girlfriend "I want to make a baby with you" she giggles sitting on my lap straddling me with a smirk as I look at her shocked "I'm being serious y/n I want to start a family with you" as I let what she says sink in I smile and kiss her gently "I want a family with you too Wanda" she wraps her arms around me pulling me in for a tight hug "let's go home so we can start the baby making process " she whispers into my ear seductively as she gently bites it "yep yes definitely let's go baby" we stand up to leave and say our goodnights and goodbyes to our friends as we head to the car "so does that mean no more condoms baby" I ask as she pushes me against the car "nope no more condoms " as the words and her pushing her body against me hit me I feel my bulge start to grow "fuck let's get home" I quickly open her door and fall running round to side as she giggles I start the car and head home after 5 minutes of driving I feel her rubbing my thigh getting higher and higher "fuckkkk baby I'm driving" I moan out and she smirks at me as she unzips my suit pants and pulls my dick out stroking it ever so slowly "concentrate baby" I can tell she's grinning as her pace increased and I moan trying to concentrate on the road a head "fuck Wanda that feels amazing " I moan not daring to look her way "shhh eyes on the road baby" as her hand gets faster I feel the knot in my stomach "shiiiit baby I'm gonna cum" I breath out and it only encourages her to get faster I bite my lip hard as I start to cum shooting my load all up my suit and Wandas hands and arms "Holy shit y/n there was so much" I sigh as the pleasure washes over me and try to control my breathing as I pull over and look to my girlfriend "that was amazing but also so fucking naughty what if I crashed" I try to say with a straight face "I told you to concentrate baby" she says with an innocent voice fuck this woman is something else "panties off now and get out and bend over the hood and wait like a good girl" Ismirk as she hands me her panties and heads out to get into position I sit back and watch for a minute before heading out to my waiting girlfriend and I bite my lip as she looks at me with begging eyes "now should I fuck you or make you wait" I smirk as she looks at me "please baby fuck me fill me with your cum, put a baby in me" my eyes widen slightly as a moan leaves my lips, why can't I say no to this woman I unzip my pants and pull my hardened member out and run it through her wet folds groaning at the sensation of her wet cunt "please don't tease me baby" she whimpers I grip her hair pulling her head back to allow me access to her neck as she moans and I slam deep inside her as I moan into her ear "shitttt baby so good fuck i love feeling you without the condom" she moans making me thrust harder and faster "I love being inside you with no condom" I moan fucking her cunt at a brutal pace "yes fuck y/n I need you to fill me put a baby in me"  she screams loudly I groan as my orgasm approaches "so close baby" I almost yell as I feel her walls clamp my cock tight letting me know she's hit her orgasm I continue to thrust as I unload my cum deep inside my needy girlfriend and close my eyes "oh fuck Wanda" I slide out of my girlfriend as she whimpers "I'm keeping the panties baby you don't need them tonight " I smirk as I help Wanda stand properly and we get back into the car "I wasn't gonna put them back on baby" she smirks biting her lip as I drive home with a smile on my face. 

AN: just a little update hope you enjoy if you have any requests feel free to message me and I'll do my best for you 😊 stay hydrated people word Count for this chapter is 1.2k

[prolix-yuy]

Hi,

For the bangathon:

Could I get Spooning with Marcus Moreno

Please and thank you 💜

Heck yeah we can spoon with Marcus! He strikes me as a boy who would especially enjoy it.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Position: Spooning

Word Count: 1061

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected PiV sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), groping, handjob, sleepy sex, cockwarming, soft to feral for all my lovelies.

Notes: This is my first time writing for the other Marcus! It was fun playing with a new boy's energy and seeing where it would take me (hint: someplace sexy!)

The door opens behind you, and instinct has you reaching for the other side of the bed. Normally Marcus is there, strong shoulders sunk into the mattress and messy curls crushed into his pillow. Instead, the bed is empty, cool and crisply made except for where you’ve tugged your corner out. Adrenaline rushes through your body, gasoline on your tongue. 

“It’s just me, cariño,” comes Marcus’ familiar voice, a sigh drifting the words over to you. Your hands stop clutching for the man who shuffles to the edge of the bed. “Sorry for making you wait so long.”

Sitting up, you take Marcus’ tired face in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. He tries to return it with enthusiasm, but the weight of his body betrays his exhaustion.

“I saw a little on the news. It looked scary,” you say, making long strokes from his temples to the back of his neck. Scooting over, you urge him into bed, pulling him down with little complaint. He nudges you to your side and slides in behind you, one arm firm around your waist, the other folded beneath the pillows. His T-shirt is well worn against your back, the wiry hair on his legs tickling yours as he tucks them behind your knees. Another sigh starts to slow your heartbeat.

“A few bad moments. Missy still doesn’t follow direction as much as I’d like her to.” You smile at his fatherly dismay.

“Is she in her room?” you ask, burrowing in to feel the weight of Marcus around you - home - safe.

“She could be painting the town pink for all I care right now,” he slurs, and you take his proffered hand in both of yours. Pulling it to your chest, you let him feel your heartbeat through those talented fingers. “Did I scare you? Wasn’t trying to sneak up.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you reply, shifting enough that Marcus’ half-hard cock brushes your ass. He groans weakly into your neck, plush lips pressing a messy kiss. 

“Cariño, the mind is willing but the body is not at peak performance,” he sighs, and now you actually giggle at your boyfriend’s exasperation.

“Don’t worry, Marcus, just relax,” you say, sliding a hand between your bodies to stroke up the length of his hardening cock. A warning hum is soothed by another request to relax, and Marcus finally lets his head sink into your pillow. 

His turgid length twitches against your soothing strokes, the miniscule rocking of his hips letting you know he’s enjoying your touch. Hooking your thumbs into your sleep shorts, you tug them down just to your thighs. An exploratory touch lets you know you’re wet enough to take him, and you angle Marcus’ cock to notch at your entrance.

“Cariño,” he breathes. 

“I love you,” you return, and slide him inside.

He always fits just shy of too snug, your bodies coming together in a way that makes you wonder how anyone ever did before. It’s always Marcus, always will be. When he bottoms out his arms tighten around you, a staccato exhale making you reach back to play with his hair. 

“Not gonna last,” he murmurs. 

“Don’t need you to,” you reply, rolling your hips forward just enough to slide him through before rocking back to bury him deep. It’s a purposeful slow pace, one that he’d woken you with before and reveled in how you came so quickly once his face swam into view. Now it’s his turn to be soothed into bliss, proud nose and lips pressed to the back of your neck. Your pleasure simmers in your womb, content to be Marcus’ home as he lets go of everything he brings back with him.

Soon a soft snore puffs against your shoulder, and you have to stifle a snort. It figures you would have a soporific pussy. He’s still hard inside you, so you enjoy his cock a little longer, gently kissing his head against your g-spot to curl your toes. You’ll get off him soon, let him sleep. He must be spent. Matter of fact, you’re also pretty exhausted after that brief scare. Eyes closing, you fit yourself tight against Marcus’ hips and let his broad body soothe you.

When you wake again, you’re overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. Arching against it, Marcus’ voice chokes out behind you.

“Holy shit, baby, I’m…I’m still inside you. You feel…oh god, you feel so good,” he rasps, snapping his hips forward. Your mind is still a haze but your body is babbling more more more, meeting Marcus’ frantic thrusts that are more raw primal need than the careful attention your lovemaking usually embodies. Pushing up and planting your elbows, you roll back hard against him. He meets your hips with quick pumps inside you, hand reaching around to grind his palm against your clit. You whine, strength giving out and mashing your face into the mattress. Marcus covers you with his body, wide palm braced by your face as he pounds into you. Each explosive knock of his cock into your deepest pleasure centers pulls a wretched moan from you. Marcus tempers them with open-mouthed kisses on your back, scraping teeth and wet trails. Bleary-eyed, you stare at his fingers and brazenly suck his thumb into your mouth.

“Cariño, fuck!” he spits, falling to his elbows and curling his fingers around your chin, burying his thumb inside your hot mouth. The elastic finally snaps, and you cum around him, a weak groan into your hair signaling Marcus’ own fall. He tries not to crush you, but the heavy pressure of his body pulls you back into yourself perfectly.

“Where did that come from?” he laughs, slipping out and turning you on your back so he can fit between your thighs. You join him in snickering, pulling him down for a long kiss. 

“I think my brain was still half asleep,” you muse, fingers dancing on his back as he noses down your cheek to your ear.

“Let’s revisit that when we’re both conscious, because I very much enjoyed it,” he teases. You drift off like this again, sticky and satiated. Your hands make shapes on his shoulder, symbols of protection that only you believe in. It’s silly, but you believe they’ll always bring him home. So far, they’ve never failed you, and neither has he.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023