#babygirl smut

[firstprincehornyramblings]

All Tied Up 2.0 (Babygirl Edition)

Summary: Now you get to tie up Nicky! You only managed that because you made a deal with him. (18+) Kinks/Tags: (light) bondage, (kind of) edging, begging, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm (giving) , oral sex, desperate kisses, daddy-ing, babygirl fingered to (a few) tears, implied prior sexual relationship of some kind.

First Person POV (no y/n inserts) This was done to allow for a non gender, sexuality, or race specific reader.

Enjoy!

“Chair, are you sure a chair?” You asked, looking over at Nicholas. Taking a moment to look over his broad frame as he pulled off his shirt. “I said chair, I meant chair,” he clarified, watching you now as you struggled with the toy chest, his toy chest. “Can you not find the ropes?” he asked. “No sorry, I was distracted by the chair request. I am entirely confident you could escape from a chair.” You said before tugging the bundle of ropes out of the box. “Got them.” Nick gave you an approving nod then and started walking toward the sitting room. “I could get out of a chair, or at the least knock it over, but I the point is that won’t, I thought that this was about submission?” he asked looking over to you catching up with him. “Yeah but, are you actually going to take everything I dish out?” You teased, “You don’t typically /submit/ well Galitzine.” He shrugged a shoulder, “I said I would.” He said stopping in front of an open backed chair, “This one will do.” He said nodding. “Yeah, you said you would because you want to do kinky shit to me. And I said only if you do this.” You quipped, “Correct,” Nick nodded, “That’s how these sorts of things work, I stroke you, you stroke me back..” You heaved a little sigh, “Pun intended?” “Absolutely, are you ready?” He asked taking a seat in the chair.

“You know I don’t think that taking a crop to my ass counts as a ‘stroke’ Babygirl,” you teased taking a finger and booping the tip of Nick’s nose. “Mhn, your perfect ass sweetheart, don’t forget that it’s perfect.” He said it wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but giggle as he lifted your shirt, dipping his head under it and giving your stomach kisses, soft little nips. “Stop, you’re not in charge here,” you said pulling your shirt back. “Right sorry,” Nick said despite resting his hands on your waist, giving your hip bones a lil squeeze, looking up at you, “Bonus points if you undress for me, gorgeous.” He said flashing that charming smile. “Alright alright,” you said shoving him to sit back in the chair some, undoing the bundle of ropes, “Hands behind your back.” Nick flashed another grin, and nodded, sitting back and putting his hands behind the back of the chair. “Work down, start at my shoulders,” he began and you cut him off, “I know, I know,” But Nick kept talking, “Back of my arms, yes, wrap down, wrap around the chair when you reach a part of it, taught but not tight.”

“Does the daddy switch ever fucking turn off?” You teased as you tied his arms back behind the chair, “No,” he answered cooly. “Wait,” you said pausing as you tied his wrists together now, adding a lil bow for good measure, “How am I supposed to do this without breaking my back?” You asked stepping back in front of him. This earned you a laugh from Nick, cool, amused, a soft chuckle. “Well, there’s always the option to get on your knees for me, pumpkin.” You cocked your head and reached up, popping his cheek, it wasn’t really a slap, more just a ‘stop being annoying’ gesture. “Mhn, now now, love, if you’re going to hit me do it right.” He said, his jaw tightening as those familiar bedroom eyes and confident smile focused on you. “Serious?” you asked, “As a heart attack.” He answered immediately, and you nodded to him, before pulling back, and slapping him a bit harder this time

Immediately his eyes fluttered, pale cheek already reddening as he looked back up at you, “Impressive for someone who’s begged me to breed them before.” He teased, and like that, another slap. His opposite cheek already reddening. “Mhn, thank you.” He said in a purr. But as you stepped closer, hand on hip, giving your best threatening look as you grabbed his chin between your fingers. “Are you going to really submit to me? Are you going to be a good boy?” You asked in your best stern voice. “I’m.. certainly going to try.” His voice was lower, softer, dangerously close to his morning voice, and it sent shivers down your spine. “Well, good.” Was all you could manage, and you noticed his faint smile. “Do you like that? Being in control of me?” He asked, and you pressed a finger against his lips, “Stop saying things like that, you’re ridiculous, and I’m determined to be the one making a mess of you, not the other way around.” And he gave a soft ‘Mm’ noise, like agreeing but opening his lips, eagerly sucking at your finger in such a graphic way as he watched you. “God you’re such a whore!” You scolded with a laugh as you took your hand back. “Don’t make me punish you.” Both of you knew it was an idol threat, you were barely managing the domination, but it was worth it to say it.

You did step back now, finally pulling off your own clothes, discarding them to the side as Nick watched with such an enamored expression. “Incredible, darling.” He said running his eyes up the length of your body, “Like artwork.” You couldn’t help but laugh, it was that or blush. “Silver tongued bastard.” You said stepping closer, resting both hands on his face, making him look up at you. “Mhn, I am.” He hummed, “Which is why you should be sitting on my face.” He almost purred those words, smiling up at you. “Shut up,” you whispered half against his lips, leaning in to kiss him then. This silenced him though, as he gave the softest groan into that kiss, sitting up straighter so you wouldn’t have to bend over as much for the kiss. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and tongue-y, licking into each other’s mouths, as your hands found his hair, playing in it all the while.

Once you finally broke the kiss though, catching your own breath, Nick was looking up at you, panting himself. His eyes starving as they watched you move. “Pillow, if I’m going to be on my knees?” You asked but he shook his head, “Of course, get whatever you like darling.” With a nod you stepped to his couch, grabbing a pillow and tossing it on the floor in front of the chair he was strapped into. And once you got on your knees in front of it, you couldn’t help but notice Nick grinning down at you, “So pleased with yourself aren’t you?” you asked, your hands running up and down his still clothed thighs. “How could I not be?” he cooed. “We’ll see how long it lasts,” you said, reaching up to tug off the pajama pants he’d been wearing, so cozy from this morning. They slipped down rather easily, the stretchy material making quick work of it. And once you tossed his pants aside, you quickly tugged his underwear down and tossed it aside as well.

“Mhn, I always forget how pretty your cock is.” You said softly, running your hand over his still half soft length. “You’re so sweet,” he answered in such an affectionate way. At your touch though, Nick was immediately spreading his thighs wider, sliding down some in the chair, just so everything was a bit easier for you. Admittedly, how easily he submitted like that surprised you, but you reminded yourself it didn’t mean anything yet. “Let’s get you hard first, or it won’t be any fun right?” You asked. “Of course sweetheart, you’re in charge.” He hummed in response, watching as you picked up the bottle of lube you’d brought in with the ropes. After flipping the top open, and using your free hand to gently hold Nick’s cock, you drizzled a thin line of the lube down his length. “Holy shit, that’s.. so cold.” He laughed, giving a little shiver, and looking down at you with an amused look, “Imp.” He scolded you, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I couldn’t resist,” you admitted as you used both hands, massaging the lube over his skin, before wrapping both hands around his length, slowly moving up and down his cock. Your eyes shifted between his face, how his eyes fluttered shut and his full lips parted silently, the softest smile on them; and his now hardening cock in your hands. It really was so pretty to you, so very now hard and… pink.

“That feels nice,” he whispered after a moment, his eyes opening back up to look down at you. “And you look so fucking good on your knees for me.” Even from this stage, he was still trying to play daddy. “Glad you like it, and the view,” you teased, one hand holding his cock now as the other slowly worked up and down focusing just at the head. “How’s that feel?” You asked quietly. “Incredible.” Nick panted, as if you couldn’t tell, as if he wasn’t completely hard at your touch now. “Good, now you can wait!” you said playfully, wiping your slick hands on his thighs, partly to clean them, partly because you knew he’d follow that with an ‘Oh gross, come on!’ and he did.

“Shh,” you cooed, your hands moving to pull at his calves some, “Scoot closer, I want to get to your ass easier.” You said, and Nick happily obliged. He scooted as much more forward as the restraints allowed, but it was plenty for you to have room to complete your next task. Your hands reaching to spread his ass and crouch even lower, almost underneath him. It wasn’t exactly like he was sitting on your face, but it was enough to bring that memory to mind, as you pressed your lips against his skin, kissing gently, and beginning to give soft licks at his entrance. You heard him curse above you, giving a low groan as you began to use more focused, intentional licks. “Thank you darling,” he panted, “That feels amazing.” You didn’t really stop to answer him, just mumbling a soft ‘welcom’ Nicky’ against his skin, before pressing your face tighter against him. Both hands keeping his cheeks spread as you teased his hole, your tongue poking and prodding, lapping over him, completely fueled by the beautiful noises he was making as you did.

He wasn’t shy about it, moaning loud, and desperate, peppering in ‘so fucking good’ and ‘just like that’ in between his compliments to you. Once you did finally pull back, fingers massaging over that hole as you sat back up in front of him, he was already panting heavily. “Want more Babygirl?” You couldn’t help but pull out that nickname, and he was far too worked up to care about context at this point, “Please.” You grabbed the lube again, this time applying it to your fingers, and to his entrance, massaging it for a moment before pushing a finger into him. He made the softest groan as you did, quite like he was adjusting to it. “It’s just a finger Nicky, it’s not too much right?” You teased. But again, Nick was far too worked up to feed into the banter, “No,” he panted, shaking his head. “Good.” You cooed, pumping your finger into him steadily, resting your free hand on one of his thighs, keeping his legs spread apart. “Will you touch my cock, please?” he asked after a moment. “No,” you said flatly, “Not until I decide you deserve it.”

Nick whined at your denial, “But I’m being so good for you,” he pleaded. Your answer came in the way of pushing a second slick finger into him slowly, smiling as he made a more desperate sound. “Fuck, please.” He whined again, his voice growing more desperate. “I said no Nick,” you said more firmly now, but that didn’t stop him from giving a whimper. “I’m going to keep asking,” his words almost broken as you worked those two fingers into him. “Shit,” he gasped, his head falling back against that chair, biting his bottom lip as he just whined against it. “I know it’s so much,” you soothed, “But you can handle it for me.” It didn’t seem to help, all it did was make him give a pathetic groan, “I really can’t, I need more, please.” You pretended to think about it for a moment, “Like another finger, you want another finger?” You asked, picking up the lube to make sure a third was well lubed and ready for him. “No,” he whined, and it sounded more like a dry sob, “Like you playing with my cock, just a little, please.”

“Mhn, sorry Babygirl, best I can do is another finger,” you teased, pushing the third into him gently then. As you did, Nick made an almost choked whimper, tossing his head to the side, resting it against his shoulder, like trying to hide it there as he whimpered. “Oh, so dramatic,” you cooed. “I’m sure you’ll be okay when I find your sweet spot baby,” you said as you worked those three fingers into him. “I won’t be!” he sounded so exasperated, like you were literally killing him. “Fuck!” he was a bit louder then, almost yelling it, but in such a desperate frustrated way. Your fingers were working into him steadily now, pumping into him constantly as you pressed your thumb against his skin, just under his balls. Adding the slightest massaging pressure in unison with your fingers. All it got from Nick was a choked sob, and you could feel him clench against your fingers, but he sounded on the verge of tears.

“I.. swear to fucking god.” He began pleading already, “Every time your fingers… fuck.” He whimpered again, lips falling open in a desperate moan as he tried to speak. “Every time your fingers… hit just the right spot..” he gasped, biting his bottom lip before speaking again, “It’s like I’m seeing starts, I’m so..” and he whined again, “Fuck baby!” his tone was so desperate you couldn’t help but smile, even if it did just make you move your fingers faster. “You said you could take it Nicky,” you shot back at him, recalling all the times he’d said something similar to you when you got overstimulated. “You have.. no idea.” He panted, “It’s like having your back scratched everywhere except the spot that itches.” He gasped, “Except it's a fucking orgasm!” That came out as another dry sob, and you could tell he was on the verge of tears now. “Well, can you beg for me?” You asked him, your hand on his thigh beginning to rub up and down his inner thigh, just teasing him with that stimulation so close but not quite close enough.

Immediately he broke into those begs, “Please.” He gasped, “Please, fuck please, please touch my cock, I’ll do anything.” He whimpered so loudly, looking back down at you now. His expression desperate, brow furrowed, he looked a mess, red cheeks and swollen lips. You could feel him clench against your fingers again as he made such a pathetic whine, “Please… baby, please, please touch my cock. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for teasing earlier.” It was another dry sob. “I’ll.. please I’ll do whatever after this, get you off however you want, please. I need it, I need to cum for you so bad, please.” There was a smile on your lips as you raised your hand JUST above his cock, not touching him yet. “You promise to fuck me extra hard after this?” You asked. “Yes!” he exclaimed, “Yes anything please!”

As soon as you lowered your hand, wrapping it around his cock, he made the most pathetic sobbing noise, whimpering as his hips arched toward you some, “Thank you, thank you, please more, please.” He begged immediately. But as you began moving your hand, slowly up and down his length, that was all Nick needed. He was giving those dry sobs, nodding to you with that same desperate look, “Thank you so much yes, just like that, can I cum baby? Can I cum for you please?” It made you giggle, and not in a mean way, because honestly, he was so endearing like this. “Of course Babygirl, show me what a big load you worked up for me.” As soon as you gave him permission though, stroking him a bit faster, your hand just tight enough. Your fingers still working inside of him, pumping just hard enough, and he was crying out, sO loudly. His head fell back his shoulders seeming to arch against the restraints as he reached his orgasm. And he made such a mess, shooting ropes over your hand, and wrist, over his stomach and thighs, some even managing to reach his chest. For a brief moment you noted how close it got to his perfect lips, maybe you should try that again later. But Nick kept making those pathetic little sobs as he rode it out, his body jerking with each slight touch of either of your hands, whimpering, and whining. And as you slipped your fingers out of him, you wrapped both hands around his cock. Using both to stroke him now, letting your wrists twist slightly as you moved them up and down his cock. If you thought he was loud before… oh now, it was obscene, he gasped and yelped, immediately launching into more pleading, “Okay okay stop! Please no more!” His voice sounding so much like a sob you had to look up to see if it actually was. “What’s wrong baby, I thought you wanted me to touch your cock?” You teased, but the only response you got was a soft, desperate, “Please stop.” Just so defeated sounding that it did make you stop. “Oh Nicky, okay, it’s okay I’m stopping.” You cooed as you took your hands off, “It’s okay baby.”

Once your hands were off him, he was relaxing some, just panting softly as his body almost went limp. And you grabbed your shirt from the floor, wiping your hands just to stand up and cup his face in your hands, “It’s okay baby, you did so good.” You soothed him, petting at his face lovingly, your thumbs wiping at the moisture in the corner of his eyes. He gave you a soft nod, “Kisses, please?” How could you even think about saying no? Leaning down you kissed him, reaching behind him to start undoing those ropes, untying them as fast as you could, kissing him so gently. His own kisses were soft, but desperate, like he thought he might die if you didn’t keep kissing him. Once his arms were free, he wrapped them around you, pulling you to sit on his lap, just pulling you close up against his body. After a moment he broke the kisses, nuzzling his forehead to yours, his face against yours. “Sorry, I’m getting you sticky.” He whispered, seeing as how your body was pressed against him.

It made you laugh softly though as you rested a hand on his chest, “It’s okay baby, you’re gonna fuck me into oblivion soon anyway right?” You teased. Nick gave a soft nod, still pressing his face against yours, finally seeming to recover some now, “Of course,” he said softly, smiling as he leaned in for more kisses. “Did I do okay?” he asked against your lips, making you smile. “You did amazing,” you said your free hand resting on his cheek again, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” You said playfully. “Mhn told you I could do it.” He said just as softly, before pressing his lips against yours again.

[dxddyspup]

okay but if bf!simon or husband!simon is in love with you he would never keep his mask on during sex.

you've told him that it's fine. maybe that it even turns you on

but he just can't help but see it as disrespectful not to let his pretty girl see his face, ESPECIALLY because he's clingy and needs to be kissing you at all times.

smth about respect. smth about honor. whatever it is, you can't seem to convince him that it's okay so it becomes you're goal in your relationship for a few weeks til he finally does give in. (because he will always give in for his girl)

[theghostinyourwalls]

Do the sexy face babe 🤤

[briefkittenearthquake]

I like my men smart

[kaisenkalogathia]

Artist: yamada_souko on twt

The loml ☺️☺️

[thewritergx]

Caught in the Act: Stepdad!Joel Miller X F!Reader

Summary: Joel catches his stepdaughter with her boyfriend and decides to show her who’s really in charge. 

Warnings: Unhappy marriage, mommy and daddy issues, drinking. Smut Containing: Age Gap (Reader is 18+ with undisclosed age, Joel in late 30s), Joel is your stepdad (don't read if your not into that), Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Caught in the Act (Reader with secret boyfriend), Jealousy, Cheating, Spanking, Fingering, Kissing, Oral (F!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Pet Names: Darling, Baby girl, Little girl, Daddy. 

Word Count: 4.5K

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In the beginning, Joel Miller had hoped he would make a great stepfather. He hoped he would get along with you, find ways to make you laugh, get to know all your interests, and maybe help with schoolwork. He had been a father before, after all. He was sure he could do it again, even if you were already a teenager with your own life. He could guarantee you were safe, loved, and had a warm bed to come home to.

But, it turned out, you were completely different than what he had experienced with his daughter, Sarah. She was grown now, off to a big city hours away from him. Joel always thought she was easy to raise, but after living with you for the past two years, he was one hundred percent sure being a stepdad was nearly impossible. Now, he would settle to know he was a ‘kinda okay’ stepfather. 

Joel knew that you hadn’t really done anything wrong. You were a good girl, always coming home before curfew, making all A’s in your senior year, and never bringing around any shitty dudes. But fuck, if you weren’t slowly ruining his life with your little outfits and teasing glares. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, the way your eyes lingered on him, but he could feel you in the back of his mind all the time.

Maybe it would have been easier for him to manage if it happened slowly, the gutted feeling he got when looking at you. But it came on fast, like a truck traveling ninety miles per hour into a brick wall the day you moved in. He hated to admit it, but a part of him deep down in the darkest pits of his decaying soul, loved it. A kind of unimaginable pain he craved constantly, like when you get a small bruise and can’t help but press into the discolored skin. You know that icky, repulsive feeling you get when you touch wet food in the sink? That was how he felt every time he looked at you, his skin recoiling into itself as you hugged him goodbye, your arms wrapped loosely around his waist.

The fantasies were the absolute worst, haunting him like an uninvited spirit watching in a dark corner of every room. He would imagine the most ghastly, devilish images when he was alone. Ones where you would be all spread open for him, letting him devour your swollen pussy while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Ones where you were waiting on your knees at the front door, a perfect set of lingerie displaying your tits as you sat with your mouth open, waiting for him to come home from work and fuck your little throat. Ones where you were screaming into your pillow as he stretched you open with his thick cock, pounding you into the mattress until you were begging him to stop. It was driving him insane. Insane like he couldn’t control himself. Insane like he wondered if he might have needed to get some serious professional help.

There was a time when he had truly loved his wife. At least he thought he did, hoped it. But she was always so busy, traveling out of town for some important work conference or meetings. He hated being lonely in his own home, hated that he fell asleep knowing you were right down the hall, no one stopping him from sneaking into your room and taking you like a dirty little whore. You didn't deserve it. He knew you were a good girl, an intoxicating innocent clouding his mind. It was exhilarating but left a bad, sour taste in his mouth, sort of like biting into a rotten piece of fruit. His wife was becoming more of an annoyance, her body never helping ease the pain of you. He would try, truly he would. But every time her hands landed on his skin, he thought of you, sleeping alone down the hall. 

“Joel?” Tommy waved his hand in front of his face, “Joel?”

Joel shook his head, eyes darting to his brother and thoughts snapping back to reality. “Huh?” Joel pitched the bridge of his nose before running his hand through his hair. “Sorry. Uh, what were you sayin?” He sat quietly across from Tommy, his broad shoulders pressed lazily into the small booth, red vinyl sticking to his back. 

“You okay? You haven't listened to a word I’ve said.” Tommy laughed, taking a swig of his beer and eating stale french fries. 

“Actually, I ain't feeling very good. Think I might be sick,” Joel muttered his words, hoping he was putting on a believable show. He felt fine. He just wanted to be back home. Back with his girl. As much as he loved his brother, he was begging to be close to you, not in some shitty dive bar avoiding the flirty glare from the bartender. 

“You should get home, rest.” Tommy stood, throwing down a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket. 

“Yeah, it's getting late anyway”. Joel dragged his body from the booth, slamming down the rest of his drink and grabbing his keys. 

It took everything in Joel’s body not to sprint to his truck, his boots stomping across the gravel parking lot. He jumped into the truck, the engine rowing to life. His jaw was clenched, music vibrating through the speakers as he gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white and tight against the worn out leather. 

He stumbled into the house, shoulders dropping and his eyes falling to the cold hardwood floor as he walked inside. The house was eerily quiet, the living room dark and empty. He had expected you to be in your usual place, sitting on the couch, wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top that somehow showed way too much and nothing at the same time. His hands rested at his sides, eyes darting to your bedroom with a slight frown. 

You knew it was wrong, the way your panties instantly soaked in a pool of arousal anytime you were alone with Joel Miller. It was happening at an alarming rate lately, your mother always gone on work trips or fancy dinners. It was agonizing, your skin constantly on fire for a man you could never touch. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact day or even moment when you started pinning for the man. He was just always around, messy hair always falling in his eyes in the morning, eyes sparkling in the sun as he mowed the grass, and the way he rolled his sleeves up, the material hugging his toned shoulders as he washed the dishes. He was a goddamn masterpiece waiting for you to fall apart and end up in arms. It was wrong on every account. He was rough, older than you by a good fifteen years. Not to mention, he was married to your mother. 

You relished in the fact you were finally home alone, the perfect opportunity to get yourself some type of release from the constant yearning. Joel didn't like leaving you alone. Your mother was already gone all the time and he wasn’t going to be another person in your life too busy to show up when you needed him. As much as you loved being around him, feeling his gaze from across the room, you needed a night to yourself. You knew you shouldn’t. You wanted to respect Joel and his house, but it wasn’t nearly enough to stop you. 

You laid on your bed, a loose t-shirt hanging off your shoulders, goosebumps rising over your body. You had been seeing a guy for a few months, keeping him a tightly wrapped secret. He was sweet, tall, and smart. The boy hovered over you, his hands falling to your hips as you grind into him, lips lightly parting and panting breaths flowing from you. His fingers grazed the hem of your red panties, the material hugging your waist. He brushed his lips over ours, pulling you into a gentle kiss. Not enough to send any sparks but enough to leave you whining and body raving. His hands traveled lower, dipping just inside your panties. You gasp, bucking your hips into his hand for any type of friction. You were so close to a release, hoping it would help settle the growing need for Joel. You had to stop yourself from imagining him, stop yourself from moaning his name as the boy dipped a finger inside you. 

Joel stood in the living room, debating on whether to knock on your door. Maybe you were hungry? Maybe you needed help with that new anatomy project? He lingered towards the door, hand hovering over the handle when he heard a quiet whimper. He listened for a moment longer, the sound of small moans reverberating on the other side. He should knock, he knows that. But in a second of impulse, he was swiftly throwing the door open.

“What the fuck?” Disdain dripped off his tongue, his broad shoulders standing in your doorframe as you lay on the bed, legs spread open. The boy’s hands roamed over your body, kissing your neck and palming at your panties. 

“Joel, oh my god! Get out,” you yelped, quickly pushing the boy off of you. You watched as the muscles in Joel’s jaw tightened, the veins in his throat contracting as he swallowed a huff of air. 

The boy stood in front of you, helpless fear written all over his face. “I’m uh...I-I’m gonna go,” he muttered, quickly throwing on a pair of Nike Sneakers. God, he looked pathetic. Weak and small next to the man you had really been longing for. 

“Yeah. You do that.” Joel cut his eyes at the boy, begging him to give Joel a reason. Joel wanted nothing more than to throw that kid against the wall and fuck him up so bad the cops would have to drag him out. But, he held back, hands crossed around his chest, the muscles in his shoulders flexing against his body. The boy awkwardly slipped through Joel, his eyes on the floor and shoulder shrugging. He squeezed himself between Joel’s large frame and the doorway, quickly leaving with a slight slam of the front door. 

You felt your body trembling, the edge of euphoria quickly fading and leaving you feeling empty. You felt your throat go dry, fingers shaky as you looked at Joel, your eyes darting between him, the floor, and your quivering fingers. 

“Who the hell was that?” Joel stepped into the room, scanning the way your bottom lip pouted, eyes full of regret and fear. It was cute, the way you were avoiding looking at him, but he needed to see the look in your eyes when he was talking to you. 

“No one,” you whispered, voice barely audible over the sound of Joel’s hitched breaths.

“No one? You let…no one touch you like…that?” Anger rose higher, Joel’s voice thick with venom and a hint of disgust.

“N-No. I-I.” You shifted in your bed, sitting on the mattress with a ‘thud’. “He’s just some guy I’ve been talking to”.

“Does this ‘guy’ have a name?” Joel stood at the foot of your bed, his feet planted in the carpet. His eyes filled with darkness. 

“R-Ryan.” You spoke matter-of-fact, skin growing hot with embarrassment. 

“Ryan?” Joel sucked his teeth, his tongue pressed against his lips as he repeated the boy's name. Stupid and plain, he thought. He wasn’t even hot. He looked like a fucking nerd. Were these the kind of guys you actually liked? He definitely wasn't good enough for you and Joel could guarantee whatever he was about to do with you would have been over in five minutes. You deserved so much more than that. Deserved a real man. A man who could give you everything you needed, leave your body exhausted and voice raspy from screaming. “And what were you and ‘Ryan’ doin’?” 

You somehow mustered up the courage to look up at Joel, your cheeks flustered and on the verge of tears. “Nothing,” you mumbled again, eyes quickly falling down Joel’s body.

“Didn’t look like nothin’. Looked like you were about to spread those little legs for him. Were you gonna let that kid fuck you?” Joel stalked towards you, his large frame lingering over you like a lion stalked its prey. 

You cringed at his words hating the way it made your body all hot. “N-No! I swear. I wasn’t. I just…” You shifted again, pulling your shirt down in hopes of hiding the wetness formed in between your thighs.

“Just what? You were just under him, lettin’ him rub your pussy and you weren’t gonna fuck ‘em?” Joel grabbed your chin, his calloused fingers pulled at the soft skin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze as his thumb stroked your cheek softly. 

“I-” You tried to speak, words harshly cut off.

“Were you gonna suck his dick?” Joel dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, pressing into the soft skin. “Think that kid could actually give you what you need?”Joel chuckled, a sinister vibration shuddering through you. “You need to learn some goddamn respect, sweetheart. Bringin’ a boy like that into my house”. 

“I-I’m sorry, Joel. Please, I-I thought you would be gone longer.” Every nerve on your body is electrified with the soft touch of Joel's callous hands, a heavy contrast between his words. He was so close, the smell of whisky on his breath wafting between you.

“You’re sorry?” Joel huffed, “I don’t think you’re sorry, darlin’. Think ya’ liked it. Think ya’ wanted more, huh?” 

You stared up at Joel. You hesitated but voiclessly shook your head yes. There was no point in trying to hide it, not with your flustered cheeks and glossed-over eyes.

“Think I need to teach a lesson about what happens to little girls like you.” Joel sat next to you, his chest expanding with each breath as he pulled your arms, directing your body until you were all sprawled out, ass in his lap and face in the blankets. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, bunching the material at your waist to finally reveal those tiny red panties, your cunt swollen and outlined under the lace.

“Look at these fucking panties. Got all dressed up for him, huh?” Joel’s fingers travel to the thin material between your legs, hooking at the fabric before letting it go with a loud ‘pop’. He caressed your skin, calloused hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs. 

You flinched, your skin begging for more of him. Goosebumps rose across your body and your breath hitched in your throat, waiting as Joel’s hands lingered on your ass. 

“Joel, What are you-,” A loud slap echoed across the room, Joel’s strong hands striking the curvy fat of your ass cheek hard. Your body rejected the sensation, causing you to stur against him, hips writhing in a stinging pain. 

“Stay still,” Joel demanded, his words rushing through you like lightning strikes a metal pole. He struck you hard again, hand lingering on your skin a moment too long, caressing you before he spanked you again.

“Ow!” You immediately cried out at the unexpected impact. Your skin stung, and a red handprint started to form. 

Joel ignored your plea, slapping you again. This time, harder, enough to almost make you cry.

“Joel, ow!” A tear formed in your eye and your back arched with each impact. “I’m sorry, Joel. Please, I’ll be a good girl”. 

“Don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, darlin’,” Joel hit you again, fingers traveling down to your panties for the second time.

“Look at how fucking wet you are. You're dripping all over my lap, sweetheart.” You moaned at his words, his hands palming at the sensitive skin, panties adding a rough sensation as he rubbed small circles on your clit. “This all for me or did that dumb boy do this?” 

“Fuck, Joel. P-please,” You bucked your hips, ass on fire but begging for more. 

“Answer me,” Joel growled, striking you again. His fingers moved just slow enough to work you up, but leave you whining for more. 

“Ahh! J-just y-you. I don’t e-even like h-him,” you yelped, cold air hitting your body as Joel reached for your top, swiftly pulling it over your arms and past your head. 

“Ya’ don’t even like him? Then why was he in my house? Why were you lettin’ him touch what’s mine?” His fingers returned to your cunt, settling on your soft skin and tugging on the lace. Finally, he was pulling the fabric down your legs, exposing that glistening pussy he had been craving for an eternity. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You swallowed hard, mouth going dry as you laid completely naked over him. Your ass stung and your pussy was crying. 

Joel spread your swollen lips, using two fingers to expose the arousal leaking from your tight hole. “Look at that,” Joel whispered, his fingers softly rubbing the outside of your soft lips, gathering your arousal thick on his fingers. He moved slowly, expertly rubbing your clit in a figure eight motion. You shuddered, the feeling just enough to add a sense of pleasure under the pain of your abused skin. You bucked your hips back into his hand, little moans falling out of you. 

His free hand traveled lower, lightly circling the soaking skin of your cunt, tight and swollen as he pressed his finger gently inside. 

“Oh god,” you squealed, Joel’s finger pressing right against that sweet spot. 

“So responsive. This is what ya’ like, huh?” He curled his finger up, his other hand still massaging your clit. “Like makin’ a mess on your stepdaddy's fingers?” He whispered, quickly adding a second finger to pump into you. “I know you do. You’re fuckin’ drippin’, baby girl”. 

Every muscle in Joel’s body was flexing, his toned arms stiff as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. The sensation is almost too much, your stomach tightening as he stretches you out. 

“Fuck, daddy. Please”, you cry, your mouth falling open as Joel ignores all your pleas for mercy. That tight feeling in your stomach grows, and shaky legs cause your hips to falter.  

“I know you're close, baby girl. Cum on your daddy’s fingers. It’s okay.” Joel struggled to keep you from sliding off his fingers, your walls tightening around him as his fingers press into your velvet skin.

“Joel!” You’re practically crying, eyes gripped close as a rush of euphoria flows through you. Everything in you relaxes, that sweet sensation leaving you vibrating with pleasure. 

“Good girl,” Joel mutters, eyes locked on the way your body is sucking his fingers in, your juices running down his hand. Joel hesitates for a moment. He thinks about fucking you with his fingers until you're a burning pile of ash under him. Reluctantly, he decides to show some type mercy, gently helping you lay back on the bed. 

He positions you on your back, your knees bent so your feet lay flat against the blanket. Before he can think, before he can force himself to get up and walk out the door, he is sinking to his knees and wrapping his arms around your thighs. 

“Let me clean you up, darlin’,” Joel mutters, placing gentle kisses down your stomach.

He settles on your thighs, lightly biting at the skin and sucking harsh red marks. He spreads your legs wider, hovering his face above your core. He can guarantee your little boyfriend was not planning on doing this. 

Jole’s breath lands on your pussy, hot and slow as he licks a long stripe through your folds. Fuck, that’s the taste he had been dreaming of, like heaven oozing out of you and onto his tastebuds. He uses the tip of his tongue to tease your clit, flicking it up and down against you. Your hands fall to his thick hair, tugging at the loose strands that fall down his forehead. Joel hums, sending a vibration through you as his spit mixes with your wetness. 

His tongue traces every part of your core, settling back on your clit. This time harsher, like he's on a mission. His teeth graze the gentle skin, fingers digging into your thighs as you fuck his mouth. You're a mess under him, bucking your hips into his mouth as he sucks at the plump skin. 

“That’s it. Just like that. Cum on your daddy’s mouth, little girl”. Joel’s words echo through you, his tongue ripping another orgasm through you like a hot blade cuts through rubber. It's gentler but just powerful, leaving your mind foggy and breathless. 

“Such a good girl,” Joel growls, quickly forcing himself to stand. Finally, he gets a real look at your body. Your hair is already messy, red strands falling down your shoulders. Your nipples are swollen, the dark pink buds standing on edge. Fuck, you were breathtaking. 

Joel knew this was the moment that he truly couldn’t come back from. Maybe there was nothing wrong with just helping his girl get off. It was safer with him, he thought. But actually, fucking you? It would be too much. He should leave. He taught you a lesson. Taught you who you really belong to, right? He thought it would be easier. Thought he could stop whenever he was getting too close to crossing that line of no return, but his feet were planted in the ground and his cock was throbbing against the zipper of his jeans. 

Your eyes pleaded up at him, pupils dilated as you watched in silence. You didn't look scared and he found no hint of regret in your eyes. You looked happy even, a slight smile on your face.

“Think you can take your daddy’s dick?” He stood above you, watching your pussy dripping with his saliva. 

You nodded your head, arms grazing the soft skin of your stomach. He shouldn’t fold this easily. He should’ve made you say it, how much you wanted him. But that little nod was all he needed to kick off his boots and pull the zipper of his blue jeans down. 

“Just, fuck…Your mom can never know”. Joel pulled at his shirt, swiftly throwing it up over his head. His broad shoulders were finally on display, the muscles in his arms all toned. You had never seen him like this, his chest sprinkled with greying hair. He was like a Roman painting, his stomach firm but with a little bit of extra fat to grab onto. A true dad bod, you thought. 

“I know. J-Just want you. All of you,” you muttered, sitting up on your forearms as you watched him pull his jeans down his legs, leaving him in a pair of dark briefs. You could tell from here just how hard his cock was, the fabric strained and tight against him. 

“I know, baby girl. Think I don’t see it? The way you're always watchin’ me? Or the way you grab my arms when ya’ laugh? Fuckin’ drives me crazy, ya know.” Joel stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest. God, he really was about to fuck the little girl he was supposed to be helping raise. I mean, it’s not like you shared blood or anything. He wasn’t actually your dad. He was just a guy…married to your mom. 

“Just let me know…if gets to be too much,” Joel groaned, closing his eyes as he swallowed. He cursed himself for this, pulling his boxers off his hips. As much as he hated it, his cock sprang free, dripping with precum as he dragged his body to hover over you. It was a sweet relief, the air hitting him as he pumped his hand up and down his dick. 

Joel spread your legs wider, his hips falling over yours as pulled you into a hungry kiss. His lips meet yours with a subtle taste of whiskey and you. His tongue slowly licks at your lips, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up to your entrance. You open your mouth a bit, letting him trace his tongue against yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth. The tip of his cock brushes against your clit, his large member teasing you and gathering your wetness. 

“Please,” you whine. Your arms fall down Joel’s shoulders, meeting his eyes as he gently presses his tip past your folds. 

“Fuck, baby. So fuckin’ tight.” Joel growled, pushing himself inside you with a sweet burning stretch. 

“Oh, Joel!” You moan, your throat tightening around your words as he sinks deeper inside you. You're taking half his cock now, so much bigger than the boy you had been seeing. 

“I got you, baby. Doing so good.” Joel’s head fell into the crease of your neck, placing hot kisses as he hit the back of your pussy. He stayed like this for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling of him before he pulled back. “That’s a good girl. Takin’ her daddy so well.” Joel dragged himself out, leaving the tip inside before falling completely back into you, brushing against your g-spot like a pro. 

“Feel so good,” you whine, your nails dragging down his back as he picks up speed. 

“God, baby girl. Fuckin’ doing so good.” He tries to hold back, hips growing just slightly rough as he fucks deep into you. 

Your body is trembling again, your heart sinking with every thrust and a single tear runs down your cheek. He was so big, hitting your cervix over and over again. 

That feeling was quick to creep back, your chest tightening as he pounded into you, cock pumping in and out faster and rougher. 

“Daddy, please,” You cried, your body fighting off the euphoria as Joel pressed his weight against you. 

“It’s okay. Cum on Daddy’s big dick,” Joel growled, no longer stopping himself from making a complete mess of you. He watched your eyes flutter close, your back arching off the bed and your hands digging into the blankets. He snapped his hips, a loud echo ringing out across the room and you clenched around him, thick white cream coating the base of his cock. 

Just like that, you were crying out his name and shaking uncontrollably. Your orgasm ripped through you, hard and undeniable. 

“Daddy! Fuck yes!” You screamed, your hips bucking into him as you bit into his shoulder. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” Joel ground against you, hips never faulting as you withered under him. “Like Daddy’s cock, huh?” He growled, his own high building as he watched you shudder at his touch.

“I love it, daddy. Love your dick so much,” You whined, forcing your walls to open up for him. 

“Yeah? Wish I was fucking you a long time ago baby. Wanted to since I met ya’.” Joel’s rhythm grew messy, hips slapping into you at an unprecedented pace. “Gonna let your daddy cum inside your little pussy?”

“Yes, please Daddy. Want your cum,” You stuttered, your voice all raspy and barely audible. 

Fuck. Joel couldn't stop himself and he was thrusting as deep as he could, sinking all the way inside you until his balls landed on your clit. You were so beautiful, so tight around him that his mind was all clouded and drunk. 

“Goddamn. That’s my good girl. Lettin’ her daddy get her pregnant. Want to carry my baby huh? Get all swollen while your mom’s out of town. Bet she wouldn’t even notice.” Before he could stop himself, he was painting your walls white, fucking every drop of his cum deep inside you with a painful need. 

“Yes, Daddy!” You whined, watching as Joel slowly pulled out, his cum dripping down your leg. He dragged himself off of you, hitting the mattress with deep panting breaths. 

“Love ya’, sweetheart. Always have.” Joel muttered, his words spread out and uneven as he pulled your back against his chest. His mind was racing, the reality of what he had just done weighing on him like a ton of bricks.

He should have knocked.

[babybones-x]

How do I get horny lesbian asks without asking for horny lesbian asks

[adabird]

Jealous Katsuki is the best Katsuki.. He wraps his hands around your waist, kissing at your ear, before pushing you deeper into his chest.. He moves his hands up the side of your body, keeping you in place before his whisky breath started to fan across your cheek.. “You wanna tell me why that man had his hand on your arm earlier?”.. “I hated the way you giggled.. I thought that giggle was reserved for me”. He said, before his bottom lip jutted out, giving you a cute pout. You rolled your eyes before saying “Kats, that was my cousin”. He paused, watching the image from the corner of your eye as he stared at you bewildered, pout still prominent on his face before replying. “You still love me right?”

[karinamariee]

sweet

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: smut w no plot, mdni!!

a/n: idk what i’m doing w my life😭i also rushed that’s why it’s so short. I HATE THIS!!

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“fuck yeah,” whispered drew quietly as he pounded into you not so quietly. you had nothing to say, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you couldn’t even moan. everything was just so overwhelming. the way his dick would squelch inside you made your toes curl.

“i love you, i love you,” you moaned loudly. drew lowered himself on his elbows, both of them trapping you in between, but the way your legs laid on his shoulders, him hitting the right spot, you could care less. your arms moved to his back, nails digging into the white skin.

“you feel so good,” said drew. “so fuckin’ good.”

he moved his hand down to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making your arch back. your eyes crossed and moved to the back of your head. you could feel your orgasm getting close.

“you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” groaned drew. you heard his breath on your neck. he went quicker, trying not to cum too quickly. he would rather wait for you.

“right there,” you moaned, “just like that.”

he picked up the pace. you could hear him groaning in your neck as you came silently. it was too good to make you say anything. your toes curled and uncurled as it was overstimulating you.

“just like that,” drew said. “this pussy is so fuckin’ sweet.”

[dxddyspup]

innocent!reader who has never loved or been loved by anyone.

bf!simon/bf!price who showers her in love all of the time with kisses, affirmations, or just simple i love you's

innocent!reader where it takes months before she can say i love you back but when she does it's bf!simon/bf!price's favorite moment ever

[sugarwarachan]

cw. 18+ mdni. chars 20+, afab!reader

touchstarved!bachira who’s worked hard on his insecurities over the years, but somehow can't help his latent self-doubt from creeping back in when he realizes how much he likes you

touchstarved!bachira who is constantly worrying if he's being too much/not enough, texts isagi and rin for advice (wrong men to seek out bro)

touchstarved!bachira who is quite literally giggling and kicking his feet when you reply back to his text asking you to dinner with a sweet, can't wait megs!!

touchstarved!bachira who holds your hand with a mixture of shock and glee; he’s so happy you’re here with him that he keeps tugging you into his side and pressing kisses to your temple

touchstarved!bachira who becomes an entirely different person the minute he closes the door to your apartment behind him

touchstarved!bachira who spreads you apart and just fucking stares at your pussy until you’re squirming, "no, pretty girl, let me look," before he starts suckling at your clit

touchstarved!bachira who has the nastiest mouth on him when he’s got your thighs tossed over his shoulders and his cock pounding in and out of you, "hear how good this pussy’s takin’ me, honey? tryin’ to squeeze out every last drop from me"

touchstarved!bachira who’s honestly coming as soon as he feels your velvety walls start to flutter around him, "fuck—lemme cum inside one more time, yeah? will ya let me beautiful girl, let me fill you up? wanna have me leaking out of you for days"

[briefkittenearthquake]

the duality of man

*teary eyed* “i love you both so munch— i mean much”

[f1rewr1t3r]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, mind blowing, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride. 

[trentsgirl]

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⟡ summary: you play a prank on your husband by asking him to step out of the room so you can change.

⟡ content(s): pure fluff, jude!dad!husband, quite brief, 400 words at most, so not proofread.

⟡ note: just a little scrabble, hope you enjoy. requests are open.

⟡ playing: idk tbh

⟡ masterlist.

FETCHING THE DRESS FROM THE CLOSET, you spun to face jude, who was sprawled out on the bed with little theo perched on his belly, attempting to wrestle with the buttons on his shirt, but failing miserably.

“babe, what do you think of this?” you inquired, showing off the fancy cocktail dress.

jude’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. he knew he’d be a complete idiot to suggest any other dress. even theo chimed in with a “pretty” comment, clearly a fan of the dress too.

“oh yeah, that’s the one,” jude nodded, his smug grin already giving away his stamp of approval.

with a suppressed smile, you playfully nibbled on your lip before requesting, “would you mind leaving so i could get changed?”

jude’s attention was initially occupied by theo, causing him to miss your question. however, as you repeated it, he snapped out of his daze and looked at you with a puzzled expression.

“what? why?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

you shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. “no reason, i just prefer not to change in front of you.”

jude’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. had he done something to upset you? did he unknowingly cross a line? after all, you had never shown any hesitation about changing in front of him before. heck, you didn’t even mind walking naked around him .

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he pressed gently, careful not to startle theo with his tone.

once again, you shrugged indifferently. “i don’t know... i just don’t want you watching.”

jude couldn’t help but find this whole situation ridiculous, considering he had seen you naked countless times. nevertheless, if you wanted him to leave, he would comply. but he still wanted to understand why all of a sudden it was an issue for him to watch.

“uh, did i do something wrong?” he asked innocently, giving you those irresistible puppy eyes.

your heart melted, unable to bear witness to his adorable confusion and distress. you sighed, struggling to maintain your composure.

he let out a huff, “come on, love, i witnessed you giving birth. this is nothing compared to that!”

unable to hold it in any longer, you burst into laughter, causing theo to join in with quiet giggles, but still audible enough for both of you.

“i’m just messing with you!” you exclaimed, hint of mockery laced your voice. he responded by rolling his eyes, knowing he should have seen that coming.

“i didn’t expect of you to take it so seriously,” you added, giggling even more, which only annoyed jude further.

clearly, he didn’t appreciate your little prank.

“you’re so mean, you know that?” he retorted, his voice tinged with sarcasm. he glanced down at theo, shaking his head. “your mother is so mean.” he told him, dead serious.

“oh, stop that or he’ll end up believing you,”

“i’m stating nothing but the truth.”

it was your turn to roll your eyes.

[babybones-x]

Begging for her strap like it could get me pregnant 🫣

[lovelybabey]

You feel so good around my fingers baby. You’re so warm and tight. You twitch so cutely whenever I press right here. Your clit looks so proud and pretty, she’s begging for attention.