#boxer dog body language

[ilovemyboxers2]

Unlocking the Language of Love: Enhancing Your

Bond with Your Boxer Dog through Effective Communication Introduction: Importance of Effective Communication with Your Boxer Dog Effective communication with your boxer dog plays a vital role in building a stronger bond. By understanding and interpreting your boxer dog’s body language, you can establish a deeper connection and enhance your overall relationship. When you communicate effectively…

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

The Best Fun Is After Girl’s Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: You come home from girl’s night with your friends and you and your husband decide to have some fun of your own.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, brief mention of alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, tit fucking, male receiving, unprotected sex, soft sex, praise kink, vibranium arm kink, Bucky’s dog tags, aftercare, pet names

A/N: @katherineswritingsblog and I were talking about this and she persuaded me to write it🥰 also she provided the gif for this🩷

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky sighs as he walks in the house. He took his jacket off as he walked in the kitchen, tossing it on the counter. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some whiskey before going to the living room to relax. He turned the TV on and took a sip of his drink. He took his phone out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate. He smiles widely when he sees a text from you.

Doll🩷: On my way home🩵

Bucky smiles and took another sip of his drink. You went out for girl’s night with your friends, but he just wants you to come home. He tried his best to wait patiently for you to come home. After a while, you came home. You heard the sound of the TV in the living room and made your way to your husband. You approached the back of the couch and rubbed your hands against Bucky’s strong chest.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

“Hi, babydoll.” Bucky whispers back, his voice sounding husky.

You walked around to the front of the couch. Bucky licked his lips and bit his bottom lip when he seen your outfit. He reached out for your hand, pulling you onto his lap. He got a an eyeful of your breasts in your dress. His hands slid up your sides, stopping underneath your breasts, rubbing his thumbs against the underside of your breasts. He got an interesting idea the more he stared at your breast.

“I would like to try something interesting with you tonight.” Bucky says, not taking his eyes off your breasts.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“I would like to fuck your tits.” He admits. “You gonna let me fuck these gorgeous tits, doll?” He asks.

“You can do anything you want to me, baby. I’m your wife.” You say.

Bucky’s hands moved from under your breasts to the backs of your thighs, grabbing onto them. He stood up and took you to the bedroom. He sat you on the bed and kissed you hungrily, leaving you breathless when he pulled away.

“Take that fucking dress off before I rip it off.” He says, almost growling.

You giggled and stood up. You let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders and you pushed the dress down your body, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. You took your panties off and dropped them on the floor next to your dress. You were about to take your heels off, but Bucky stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on.” He tells you. “They look fucking hot.” He says.

Bucky pulled you against his body and kiss you hungrily again.

“Be a good girl and lay down on your back.” He orders.

You obeyed his orders and laid down on the bed, propping your head up against the pillow. You turned your head to the side, watching Bucky strip out of his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of your husband’s perfectly sculpted body. Your eyes drifted down to his fingers unbuckling his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and boxers down in one go. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, stroke it a couple times before getting on the bed. He moved upwards till he was close enough to your breasts. You were caged in between his legs, staring up at his hard cock that was leaking with precum from his tip. Bucky put his cock on your chest in between your breasts, his precum smearing against your skin.

“Push your tits together for me, doll.” Bucky tells you.

You pressed your breasts together, trapping his cock in between them. Bucky’s hands grasped onto the headboard, looking down at you. More specifically, he was staring at your breasts with his cock in between them. It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

He started thrusting his cock in between your breasts slowly before increasing his speed at a slow pace. You stuck your tongue out, licking his tip every time he thrusted. You moaned at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans. “Why didn’t we try this sooner?” He asks.

You hummed in response, agreeing with him. You were focused on two things… Bucky’s cock thrusting in between your breasts and the ache in between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together for some kind of relief.

“You’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“Mmm, yes.” You hummed.

You pressed your breasts together a little bit tighter for Bucky to have more friction on his cock. You maintained eye contact with him while licking his tip in a seductive manner.

“You’re gonna make me cum sooner than I’d like to if you keep doing that.” He pants.

You giggled and did it again. Bucky tilted his head back in pleasure and closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of fucking your breasts. His thrusts got faster. His tip hit your tongue every time he thrusted.

“F-Fuck…” He moans, stuttering when he felt his orgasm building up.

He lost rhythm with his thrusts for a short moment, but regained it. His breathing got heavier the faster his orgasm built up. He looked down at the hot sight of his wife below him, almost cumming at the sight.

“Fuck!” Bucky moans loudly as he came.

His cum covered your breasts, chest, and face. Bucky slowly stopped thrusting his cock in between your breasts. He looked at his cock in between your breasts one last time before sliding his cock out from in between them and sat down next to you to catch his breath. You took your hands off of your breasts. You scooped up some of his cum on your fingers and licked it off, moaning at his taste. Bucky watched intensely.

Bucky leaned over you, kissing you passionately. He maneuvered himself so he was laying on his side. You did the same. Bucky’s vibranium hand grasped onto the back of your knee and put your leg against his hip. You moaned against his lips when his cock bumped your throbbing clit. His vibranium hand blindly found its way in between your legs, rubbing your clit softly and slowly. You whined and grinded your pussy against his hand, making him chuckle softly against your lips.

“Alright, babydoll. I’ll give you what you desperately want cause that’s what my wife deserves, right?” Bucky says.

“Yes, Bucky.” You replied.

Bucky’s vibranium hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it a couple times before lining it at your entrance. He rubbed his cock through your slick before slowly sliding it in your pussy. Your mouth fell open and you tilted your head back, enjoying the feeling of your husband’s cock sliding in your pussy. Bucky took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat, kissing towards the side of your neck. His teeth bit down hard enough to mark you up.

Bucky put his vibranium hand on your thigh for something to hold onto when he started thrusting. His thrusts were slow and loving. He continued to kiss along your skin. Your hand grasped onto his vibranium bicep, your nails digging in the vibranium.

“Bucky…” You moaned softly.

You moaning Bucky’s name urged him on. Your moans are music to his ears. He increased the speed of his thrusts a little bit.

“You’re so beautiful.” Bucky praises softly. “So happy you’re mine.” He almost whispers. “My wife.” He whispers.

You cracked a smile for a short moment before your mouth fell open, strings of moans and his name left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot. Your grasp on his vibranium bicep tightened. You were convinced that your nails made lines in the vibranium.

You put your lips on his, kissing him passionately. You put your free hand on the back of his head, your fingers tugging on his hair. Bucky’s tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slid his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

You pulled your lips away from his, tilting your head back. Bucky went back to kissing along your skin again. You rolled your hips against his to meet his thrusts. Bucky’s vibranium hand left your thighs and went to your clit, rubbing it slowly.

“I know you’re getting close, doll. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock.” Bucky says in your ear.

Your orgasm started to build up quicker than you liked. The more Bucky rubbed your clit and his cock hit your sweet spot. Your back arched in pleasure. You practically pressed your breasts in his face, which he didn’t mind. Bucky dipped his head down to kiss along the swells of your breasts. His lips moved down towards your nipples. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples. He repeated his actions on your other one.

“Oh fuck, Bucky… I’m going to cum.” You moaned.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispers huskily. “I’m almost there too.” He says.

His name left your lips when you came. Bucky wasn’t too far behind you. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You two laid in each other’s arms with his cock inside of you while the two of you caught your breath. After a moment, Bucky pulled out of you and got out of bed to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean the two of you up. Then he laid back down and cuddled you.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, babe.” You say softly.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[dear-satan]

fitting room

Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader summary: Leon helps you choose the perfect dress warning: sexual content, age gap, public place, pet names , daddy kink, Leon re6

He sat in a comfortable armchair, resting his chin on his hand. One of his legs moved nervously and his eyes closed every now and then, chasing away the fatigue. If he'd known it would take this long to pick out the right dress for the wedding, he probably wouldn't have been sitting late hours over the paperwork he'd been putting off for a good few days.

"What do you think of this one, darling?" he lifted his eyelids and his blue irises flickered towards you. This time you stood in high boots, wearing a black dress that perfectly accentuated your assets with a slit on the right side. You looked absolutely beautiful.

" Gorgeous." he commented briefly while leaning his back against the backrest. His gaze was fixed on your breasts and the cock in his trousers twitched dangerously. "Probably the prettiest of them all." he loved bringing a smile to your lips.

He watched you browsing in the mirror behind you. God, in that dress your bottom was so cute…. He wanted to put his already hard cock between your buttocks, gloating at the sight in the mirror and feeling the thrill, through the customers passing behind the curtain.

When you disappeared from behind the curtain he was beating himself up with his perverted thoughts, which in the end overshadowed his common sense. He got up from his seat and, disregarding nothing, entered the fitting room where you were. You only gave him a confused look before Leon's mouth attacked yours and his strong hands came down on your hips. You could feel his erection on your pelvis. Fuck, only a blind man wouldn't notice it.

"Leon…" you gasped when he pulled away from you.

"Be good and turn around." he commanded and like an obedient dog you followed the command. He clung to your bottom while looking in the mirror. "Yes, just like that." he purred quietly. In one motion he pulled up your dress exposing your lacy panties. He didn't know if you wore them on purpose or not, but they were his favourite ones. Therefore, he had no qualms about tilting them up and running his fingers over your moist pussy at which you just snorted loudly. "You're going to be a good girl and not make a sound, right?" he tugged on the belt buckle of his trousers.

You just nodded, pushing yourself out even more. Out of the corner of your eye you looked in the mirror. Biting your lip, you watched as he freed his swollen cock from under his dark boxers. Damn, he was so big and despite being in a relationship with Leon for over a year, you still felt like his size was tearing you apart from the inside. But you loved it. You loved the way he fucked you, the way he played with your tits and then let you play with his dick. "Good for Daddy." you whispered with your sly grin. You knew very well what to do to take any sense from him.

"Daddy, huh?" he pumped for a moment before pressing his head against your wet entrance. In one smooth motion, he slid all the way into you, making your legs bend slightly. You tried not to make a louder sound, which was quite a challenge. "Don't let Daddy eat your shame because of you." His movements were slow at first, and Leon's gaze was fixed alternately on your ass and the mirror, showing the full picture of what he had just done. He knew exactly how to make you beg for a faster pace and the fact that you couldn't scream stimulated him even more. He loved the incredible, soothing feeling of your pussy around him. Hell, he just loved fucking you and was glad that you never, but never resisted it or made up stories about feeling bad.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter which Leon deduced from your body language. After all, he had known you for a while, so he immediately sped up his movements giving you the desired faster pace you couldn't ask for out loud. To his ears came the sounds of the main part of the shop and every now and then customers leaving or entering other fitting rooms. He was curious to know what the poor shopkeepers would do if they saw him fucking his younger girlfriend in one of them. Oh, they certainly wouldn't be happy.

"L-Lee." A barely audible moan left your lips. Your hands clenched into fists on the fitting room wall. You were so damn close and all he was doing was hitting your tender spot, which had the effect of loosening the knot in your stomach. You covered your mouth with your hand while gasping into it, and your pussy clamped down on Leon's cock making him groan already chasing his own high, which came not long after yours. His warm cum was spilling inside you and your legs were trembling dangerously through the excessive pleasure.

"You're perfect" he muttered placing a quick kiss on your exposed shoulder blades. He slid out of you with one last look in the mirror. He started thinking about buying one for your bedroom. "I'm waiting at the checkout."

[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 2/2

summary: Wade tests out his previous hypothesis with great success. Might experiment more later.

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 3.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blowjob, itty bitty blood mention, slight angst, nightmares/PTSD, pining, cursing, claws, crude humor and language, fluff, touching, *cue start of something new from high school musical*, Wade's a little shit, cum drinking bc i guess that's what happened, deepthroating, lowkey face fucking, bad flirting but it's kinda reciprocated, wade is the throat goat next question, wade kissed his roommate and they both liked it

a/n: here she is :') thanks yall for the patience and all of the magnificent love and comments for part one ❤❤❤ means the world to me, especially since it's my first time stepping out of stucky territory as a whole. also got a little away with the tags 😅 hope yall enjoy this !

Not beta'd. Half-written on my phone, edited and revised in ellipsus + gdocs. Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

If I've missed any tags, PLEASE let me know!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

Wade forgot to turn the AC back on. 

It's his turn to sleep in bed tonight and he's got the worst case of swamp ass you can get this far from a fucking swamp. He's already thrown the covers, sheets, pillows, and his boxers off; he swears if he gets up there will be a sweaty version of a goddamn chalk outline on his mattress. 

He stretches. Notices he can feel both hands now, fully grown and everything, fingernails and all. Smirks to himself as he flexes his new fingers before reaching over to the nightstand– it's actually a really sturdy cardboard box, but it works just as good– for his phone. The screen responds with a bright 3:02AM overlayed on a photo of him and Vanessa. 

There's a pang in his heart for a moment. The same type of twist and pull he felt when Logan got up to leave after their big adventure (AKA saving their universe.)

“See you around?”

Wade tried to swallow the hard lump of desperate hope that had been bubbling inside of him the entire time they ate their shawarma. Hopes it wasn't obvious in his voice. Not a total cry for help, but definitely more of a solemn whimper and puppy dog eyes.

No matter how many times he was used to it– the people he loved leaving or dying or what have you– it still stung like a bitch. 

“Probably not.”

And Logan didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, but that's what happened when– and if– he got too close. To anyone. To everyone. 

With that, Logan rose from the bench, gathering his cowl and TVA jacket up from the place on the bench separating him and Wade and started walking. Dogpool whined and scratched at Wade's arms to chase after him. 

Wade had to do something. Anything. He couldn't let this one– this Logan. His Logan– walk off into the sunset.

No.

Not without him. 

“Logan!” 

And then he turned around. 

And now they're here. 

He feels a similar yank and tear elsewhere in his body– lower belly, groin area– whenever thoughts wander back to that glorious time in the Honda Odyssey; Adamantium stabbing in and out of his chest cavity, puncturing his lungs and literally taking his breath away. The tight feeling of multiple seat belts holding him down to the second row passenger seat and the sickeningly happy grin adorning Logan's face when he tied the last knot. Wade remembers smiling just as bright under his mask.

That one definitely got filed into ye ole spank bank for safe keeping.

Sighing, Wade remembers he's sweating like a hog and drops his legs over the edge, planting two clammy feet onto the creaky floorboards. He throws on his previously discarded pair of boxers just in case Logan has a case of insomnia. Gotta take a man out to dinner before you show him your dick, like a gentleman. 

Wade peaks his head out into the living room, TV glow assaulting his pupils like a flash bang. The door creaks open wider and Wade steps further out. He doesn't want to wake either furball– you'd be surprised how grumpy Dogpool gets when she doesn't get her beauty sleep– as he tiptoes out in front of the couch. 

His breath catches in his chest. 

Logan lies propped up on the couch, head resting on the arm with a throw pillow behind for support, arms crossed over a bare, hairy chest rising and falling slowly. A sheen of sweat coats his skin that reflects the changing colors of the TV. Half a snuffed cigar smolders on the coffee table ashtray. The semi-permanent crease between his brows is softer, perfect pink lips parted as he snores quietly.

And to top it all off, he's in his fucking boxers; his jeans are discarded on the opposite end of the couch, kicked off in his sleep to beat the heat.

Wade can't breathe. He can't help but stare, committing the heavenly scene to memory. A knowing smile slowly spreads across his chapped lips.

He's happy. Happy at how peaceful his roommate looks. Happy that Logan is finally feeling safe enough to sleep here. Genuinely. Wade knows first hand what it can be like to be constantly on the run, chasing peace and release, rest and safety. 

Tip toes make way to the thermostat, Wade presses the 'on' button to the AC when there's stirring behind him. Head turning slowly, he catches the tail end of Logan mumbling something in his sleep. 

“...Wade, please.” 

Wade freezes like a carjacker caught in an impound lot. Surely he didn't hear Logan, his roommate Logan– The X-Man, The Wolverine– fucking whining Wade's name in his sleep. 

What were the symptoms of heat stroke, again? 

Wade shuffles back over to the couch. Feels like a creep watching his fucking roommate sleep, waiting another moment to see if he needs to take a power drill and give himself a DIY lobotomy or not. 

“Mm… No, Wade…No, please, don't–” Logan murmurs softly. Struggling, brow furrowing, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ngh… Don't hurt ‘im… please.” 

Logan begins to shake. His head whips from side to side against the pillow, hands dig into the couch cushions, grunting, fists clenching as his claws itch to defend from the phantom threat. Muscles tensing and chest heaving, his breathing grows harder, faster, more frantic. 

He's having a nightmare.

Wade recognizes the signs immediately. He knows where Logan's at: some distant memory with talons and sharp teeth assaulting his brain without him knowing. Hell on earth on the worst nights, a light ego beating and insomnia on the better ones.

Wade knows– his stopped two months ago. When Logan came home.

Without another thought– one in which he probably should’ve given– Wade climbs onto the couch to straddle Logan’s hips in the most non-horny way he can make it. Hands press into the center of Logan's chest. He gently calls his name, preparing for the sharp stab of Adamantium through an appendage and/or organ. Nothing he isn't used to at this point, but he secretly prays it isn't something totally major.

“Logan. Peanut, hey,” Wade whispers. He presses further into Logan, heat radiating off rough, hairy skin into Wade's tingling fingers. “Logan, it's me, Wade. You're having a nightmare, you’re scaring the kids–” 

SHNK. Intestines. Ten or fifteen points, depending on if it's big or small.  Wade's thankful it wasn't a kidney or his stomach– those are a bitch and a half to grow back.

“Okay– that was maybe warranted,” Wade grunts. Both sets of claws penetrate straight through his lower abdomen as Logan jolts awake, sitting up as much as he can while pinned under Wade. A gnarled scream catches in his throat. White-hot knuckles graze the skin of Wade's stomach, who is really, really trying his hardest not to get a boner right now. 

“Th’fuck's goin’ on?” Logan slurs, face inches from Wade's bare chest. He blinks. Once. Twice. His brow returns to its permanent crease as he adjusts to the scene before him: bright TV glow contrasts with dark shadows Wade casts over him.

Wade is on top of him and his claws are inside of Wade.

Face scrunching– not inherently in disgust, Wade hopes– claws retract with a muted grunt. Wade can breathe again while his body begins repairing itself. His hands are stuck to Logan's heaving chest, fingers fanning out over each delicious pec. Thick arms rest on either side of him, elbows bent and resting on Wade's thighs.

Wade swallows, praying the man currently underneath him either A. doesn't know where his hands are at the moment or B. this is going exactly the way he wet-dreamt it a few weeks ago. Completely unprompted too, by the way– he's no stranger to the sick side effects of PTSD, he wouldn't knowingly exploit that in order to get into his roommate's pants. He's got more class than that.

Well, most of the time, that is. Again, completely unintentional. Coincidence, if you will.

Maybe he does need that DIY lobotomy.

"Where th'hell am I?" Logan asks, voice less threatening and more alert. His eyes flick from the TV and travel up Wade to meet sympathetic chocolate eyes already on him. Wade peels each finger off Logan's chest and sits back on his knees. Gaze softening, hands fall into his lap inches above the chiseled V pointing to down under Logan's boxers. He doesn't dare move a fucking muscle.

His pinky finger twitches.

"You're okay. You're here, in my world, Peanut. Twenty-first century. New York. We use fifty-cals now, not muskets. You were having a nightmare–"

Wade's throat hitches. He's not gonna cry, no– he's not that much of a fucking empath, for chrissake– but what he wants to say versus what he probably should say get lodged together on the way down to his mouth from his brain.

"I– I did the pressure thing Dogpool does with me, sometimes. Except I thought you'd wanna wake up to this pretty face 'nd not one with drool."

Logan looks skeptical, searches Wade to see if he's actually telling the truth for once, features relaxing once he mulls it over in his head. Wade's gnawing at the inside of his cheek when Logan's thumbs subconsciously start rubbing slow circles over the toughened skin of his upper thigh. Upper-outer, to be exact, but right now Wade doesn't really want to dwell on the minute details.

"So," Logan starts, "you woke me up… 'cause I was havin' a nightmare…?"

"Well, not exactly because you were having a nightmare, no." Wade runs a hand over the top of the couch, distracting himself. "Al really likes this couch. Antique, actually. Vintage find. Be a shame if some man with claws–"

Logan's palms press into Wade's thighs. A warning.

"Mouth."

Wade sighs. Hands fall into his lap once more and he is absolutely not fighting to gawk at Logan's V that lights up like a road work sign pointing to a detour. The semi-hard abs just above definitely do not make him want to run his fucking tongue across them like a cheese grater.

He looks back to Logan, clears his throat. "Look I– I've been there. Am there, honestly. Didn't want you t'be alone whenever you woke up, but I also know how hard it is to wake up. So," he shrugs, voice lowering, "thought I'd help. Help you come down from it, I mean."

Logan stares back in response, eyes trained on Wade like a hunting dog and a downed fox. Wade swears the corner of his lip twitches along with the meaty hands on his legs.

He's gotta get the fuck out of here.

"So!" Wade starts, "Seems everything's in working order. The doctor will be in soon–" Wade starts to scramble off before realizing Logan's holding him down. Sharp claw stubs poke into scarred skin and a deep growl rumbles out of Logan's chest. Not necessarily threatening, no, more of a 'you're not goin' anywhere.' Wade gulps, hands raise up jokingly, forcing his racing mind to think of a naked, cross-country skiing Al to stave off the blood violently rushing to his stubborn cock.

Logan sits up, closing the space between him and Wade. Hazel eyes study wide brown ones. Logan takes a breath, shaky but sure.

"Don't want y't'go. Not– not yet."

It's hesitant. Unsure but curious, quiet enough Wade thinks he's hallucinating again. Wade mulls it over, leans forward with hands back on Logan's chest, skin and muscles taught underneath with tactile tension.

Wade sucks in a breath, moves his hands higher to Logan's collarbone and it's grossly apparent how tense Logan is. Hostile to any sudden movement, untrusting of touch to the point his fists shake against Wade's legs. A slow, tender hand inches up Logan's throat and onto his cheek. Wade feels through the rough facial hair and unkempt stubble, a thumb finds the shaved spot at the point of Logan's chin and strokes gently. Fists start to unclench, but there's a hesitancy still lingering in the air, under Logan's skin. Wade thinks it smells like fear. Inches away, face to face, breaths fan eachother's faces.

There's a shift in the air and Wade leans forward.

Logan doesn't stop Wade from connecting them together, lips touching lips in the softest manner possible. Almost feels like there's nothing there, Wade's too gentle. Nobody moves, breathes, at first; they're each trying to make sense of what the fuck exactly is happening. Logan isn't saying no, isn't sawing through Wade's skull and Wade isn't pushing himself on Logan.

Okay, maybe leaning in to kiss his roommate might be pushing himself on Logan to the logical bystander, but in the moment it just felt right.

To Wade's surprise, Logan's the first to move.

His lips start molding into Wade's. There's pressure, a little pushing, chapped skin and the remnants of tobacco on his breath when his lips part and his tongue pokes ever-so-slightly through. Wade pushes back, hoping his breath isn't as abhorrently delicious as leftover cigar. He tilts his head, nose poking into Logan's cheek as his does Wade's, and lets his tongue explore a little more. Logan allows him in, meeting him at the tip and hungrily welcoming him. Breaths turn heavy, panting, while hands begin to roam, more comfortable now that they've crossed the line into 'spit swapping' territory.

Wade drinks him in. Greedily swallows the choked-back groans Logan keeps holding in his throat that come out as muted mewls. Fingernails wantonly dig into one another and leave temporary marks that disappear under rapid replacement cells.

It feels like forever when Wade finally comes up for air, unable to focus with the growing hardness digging into his thigh.

"I–fuckin' shit– I think I have an idea." Wade pants like a dog in heat– and fuck, he might as well be at this point. Logan pulls back with lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

"'s that?" He's hesitant. Hands tense slightly over Wade's back, his whole body stiffens.

"Do you– do you trust me?"

Wade holds his breath.

Logan only nods. Adam's apple bobbing, lips part in anticipation and curiosity.

Wade strokes Logan's cheek in reassurance, shoots him a wink before shimmying down his body to the other end of the couch, keeping Logan's legs in between his thighs. Fingers hook around Logan's boxers, in turn causing Logan to jolt up immediately. A set of claws unsheathe an inch away from Wade's throat.

"Th'fuck are you doin'?"

Wade only smiles, taking a hand away and kissing the tip of the middle claw, gently pushing it back into Logan's fist and coaxing him to lay back down. What he's about to do would be easier with an in-tact esophagus.

"Relax, Peanut," Wade coos, "'m not gonna hurtcha."

Logan stares at Wade. Eyes pinch, still suspicious.

"…Promise?"

A sharp pang ripples through Wade's heart.

"Promise."

Logan hesitates, relaxes, gives another go-ahead. Wade's fingers curl once again around the waistband of his boxers and slowly, but surely, pull them down and off him. He can't help the immediate salivatory reflex upon seeing Logan in all his glory; the deep V lights up like a fucking Vegas sign pointing straight to the jackpot.

Logan's big– like, big big. Biggest Wade's ever seen (and Wade's seen a LOT.) An automatic response, Wade's asshole clenches, mistakenly preparing to take Logan. Wade forces himself to relax– that's not happening tonight. He promised Logan he'd go slow, no surprises, no whipped cream or leather cuffs.

Not yet, at least.

His own cock weeps happy tears through his briefs. He cannot believe how perfect– how beautiful– how fucking huge Logan is.

"What're you gonna do?" Logan whispers, hesitant eyes hooking on Wade and every little movement he makes.

"If it's alright with you, 1972 Burt Reynolds, 'm gonna suck every ounce of tension out of your perfect, hairy body and make you feel the best you've felt in a looong time."

Logan scoffs a laugh, brow furrowing as he shakes his head slightly. "Don't know who–"

Wade shushes him. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be your Sally Field."

Wade smirks at Logan's confusion and mentally makes a note to his future-self to show Logan the glory that is Smokey and the Bandit.

A gentle hand steadies the base of Logan's cock while another slowly wraps around his stiffness, standing at attention and beginning to cry, begging for Wade's touch. Heavy breathing and bitten-back grunts fill Wade's ears. It's a heavenly symphony he's lucky enough to have a front and center seat for. Free ticket, too.

"Ngh– Red, whatever you're gonna do– ah–!"

Wade presses his lips to the base, bush of hair tickling his nose and lips while he kisses his way up to the head, tongue poking out to lap up the precum. Before siccing his lips around Logan, Wade looks up once more, mostly searching for permission to help him feel pleasure for once instead of pain.

Logan reads Wade's mind and sends a small nod in response.

With a shit-eating smirk, Wade welcomes Logan into his mouth, flattening his tongue and curving his lips over his teeth so as not to scratch the sensitive, velvety skin. Drool spills out the corners of Wade's mouth and swallows a gag when Logan jams into the back of his throat, digging into his uvula. Squeezing the base and cupping the balls, Wade begins to bob his head to the rhythm of Logan's mess of 'fuck's, 'shit's, and��

"Mmm–Oh–oh, my god," Logan moans. A calloused hand runs over Wade's bald head, scars and grafts rippling under his touch while another hand grips tightly onto the side of the couch. Wade slurps up every drop of precum, relishing in the sweet musk of Logan's scent, head bobbing and tongue swirling in tandem. Logan's hips buck up into Wade, fucking his throat without meaning to. No amount of lozenges or peppermint tea will be able to cure the sore throat Wade knows he'll have come morning.

"F–fuck, Wade, baby– shit– that feels so–!"

Another lengthy dive down onto Logan hits the very back of Wade's throat, pulling a long, strenuous 'fuck' from the deepest part of Logan. He bucks harder into Wade who stalls, choking on Logan's cock while his own strains against his briefs. Another swipe of tongue, another gag and seeping drool, and Logan is officially done for.

"F–fuck! Motherfucker! Oh my, god, Wade–!"

Curses and chants and shaky breaths fill the living room as Logan spills into Wade with an 'O' on his lips and a hand on the back of Wade's head. There's a sharp shngk and a sting at the tip of Wade's ear as red warmth drips down onto Logan's thigh; his claws unsheathe into the couch this time, not Wade, who slurps and sucks every last drop of mutant cum from Logan's softening cock like it's the Fountain of fucking Eden.

He comes up for air, finally, lungs gasping against a swollen, fucked throat. He sits back panting on his thighs and Logan's legs underneath, a mix of cum and drool and the slightest bit of blood running down his cheeks and neck. Wiping away the mess with the back of a hand, blurry vision focuses back into reality and onto his roommate.

His roommate. Logan. Wolverine. Who's dick he just sucked the ever-living hell out of.

Well this is awkward.

Wade swallows, offers a crooked half-smile to the man who he just sucked, fucked, and milked dry.

"How 'bout them Yankees?"

Logan barks a laugh. A real, genuine laugh, one with teeth and spread lips and legitimate amusement. Wade preens.

"That was–" Logan wipes beads of sweat off his brow, "Fuck it. That was fuckin' amazing, Wade." He stuffs a hand behind his head, blinks a couple of times to recalibrate. "Didn't know that mouth did anything else 'sides talk."

Wade shrugs cutesily. "It impresses me sometimes, too. Helps when I have a willing participant. Just hope you signed the paperwork."

Logan shakes his head. Arms reach up to grab onto Wade, pulling an ear to Logan's lips.

"Now how 'bout we take care of you next, baby? Hm?"

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Morning sun and a weight on his chests wakes Logan from probably the most peaceful sleep he's had in… well, ever, honestly.

There's a wetness and mix of smells wafting into his nostrils that make him stir next; combination of what feels like a tongue on his cheek making way towards his lips, dog breath, and the sweet smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Eyes fly open when a whine vibrates on his chest, finding himself greeted by Dogpool wagging her rat-tail with eyes bugging out of her little head.

"Gah– get off me, mutt," Logan scolds, sitting up and gently shoving Dogpool onto the couch cushion next to him. He runs a hand over his face and into his hair, the crick in his neck a little less noticeable this morning.

"Gooooood morning, sunshine!"

Logan looks up with tired eyes still adjusting to the morning light to find Wade in his robe covered in flour with a mixing bowl cradled in his arm as he stirs. Last night comes screeching back to Logan as soon as he locks eyes with his roommate, mouth going dry and dick twitching in his boxers.

Wade only smiles, not at all hiding his obvious glance at Logan's crotch. "You want chocolate chips or blueberries in yours?"

Logan shakes his head. "In my what?"

"Pancakes, Peanut. In your pancakes."

"Oh. Yeah." Logan blinks, then scoffs a laugh to himself. "Yeah, Mouth. I'd, ah– blueberries. I'd like blueberries."

[astrolynnworld]

under the table 2

pairing: bf! matt sturniolo x reader

summary: after a finished date with a horny matthew. he takes you back to your spot with a new goal

warnings: smut! switch matt, language, daddy kink, lots of oral, lots of pet names, praise, breeding.

a/n: this isn’t the story i ran the poll for, i just thought i would finish this series before i get to that story

word count: 1,201

after dinner, matt pays the bill and guides me out the restaurant.

“get in the car.” matt speaks while holding the door open for me

i quickly obey. matt then closes the car door and walks back to the drivers side.

“you drive me so crazy. you don’t even understand” he says while getting comfortable in the drivers seat

he turns on the car and starts the drive to my house since his brothers were probably home.

the car ride is filled with a comfortable silence while the weeknd plays in the background

that is until we are stopped at a railroad, waiting for the train to pass.

“fuck can this train go by any faster” the boy says anxiously as he craves to get back to my house

“you know we don’t HAVE to wait til we get home right?” i say while gently rubbing on his chest

he looks at me with his gentle glare trying to hint at a “if you want too, we could” vibe

i take this and start palming him through his pants. he adjusts his body in an angle for me to get better access

the railway gates start to rise as the train has finished passing. but this doesn’t stop me from touching the horny boy

“y/n i need to focus now, just wait til we get back to your place” matt speaks in a whisper

“would you really want that.. or would you rather me do this“ i say as i pull out his cock and start jerking it with my bare hands

“y/n..” he tries to speak

i lower my mouth onto the head of his cock and start circling the tip with my tongue

“fuck y/n- you’re gonna distract me” he says as he tries to keep his focus on the road

this doesn’t stop me. i continue to bob my head up his down on his cock at a pace that i knew would tease him the most.

“y- y/n” he begs

i now notice that he’s pulling into my street. i pull of and tuck him back into his pants.

he doesn’t say a word to me. he just turns into my driveway as if he’s in a rush.

he climbs out the car and comes around to my side of the car, to which he grabs me out and puts me on his shoulders.

“matt!! what are you doing!” i ask the hasty boy

he doesn’t say nothing, just grabs the house keys out my back pocket and guys me inside the house.

he lifts me all the way upstairs to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed

“strip.” says a firm matthew

i take off my shirt and pants.

“everything.” matthew says

leading me to further take off my bra and underwear

“good girl.”

“now get on your knees in front of me” he continues

i do as im told.

“take off my pants.” matt states

i slide matthew out of his tight jeans that compress the bulge sitting behind his pants.

he slides down his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring up from the sudden freedom

“do i have permission to use your throat baby?” he asks

i simply nod my hand looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“i need words princess” he responds to my acknowledgement

“yes daddy” i reply

and with that. he grabs my head and forces his cock inside my tight throat

“fuck your mouth is so warm” he praises

he uses my head like a fleshlight and continues to pound into my mouth.

i close my eyes tight as i try to fight back tears from the choking and gagging that comes of his dick forcing itself in my mouth.

“you’re doing so good for me princess. fuck” he expresses while resuming to fuck my throat

“i can’t. i don’t think im gonna last.”

he further pounds into my throat with a few more thrusts until i feel his cum slide down my throat.

“are you okay baby?” he checks in as he pulls out and bends down to my face

i nod my head as i catch my breath.

“i’m gonna make it up to you princess. get on the bed.” he voices

i climb on the bed and lay on my back.

matt climbs on top of me and kisses my ears and neck all the way down to my princess part.

“you’re so wet baby. fuck i need to taste you” he says before flatten his tongue on my vagina

he continues to lick and slurp up any juices that were produced from my hole.

“you taste so fucking good sweetheart” he says from in between my legs

“don’t stop baby please” i whine as the cold air replaces his heat

he puts his tongue back on my vagina and continues to lick and slurp. i grab his head and push him further into me.

he continues faster and i’m left with no choice but to arch back into his head, i lose grip of his head as i feel my orgasm approaching.

he stops.

“fuck i need to feel you cum around my cock” matthew says while getting up from his position to slide his dick in me

“matthew. please don’t go soft on me. i can take it” i beg

“you’re gonna regret saying that angel”

he slides is cock in without giving me time to adjust. he just starts pounding into me like an animal.

“ugh matt. fuck- fuck fuck fuck” i scream out not being able to control my volume

“whats my name?” he says in a demanding tone

“daddy” i blurt out in a whimper

“say it again”

“fuc- daddy. you feel so good daddy” i repeat

“and who do you belong too?” he says while picking up the pace

i can’t even think right now. my brain is going fuzzy from the feeling of him in my guts.

“who do you belong too?” he repeats while putting his and on my throat and squeezing gently

“you. daddy.” i say out loud in a choked whimper

“say it again.” he continues

“you daddy. only you, i belong to you” i whine

“fuck you look so hot under me like this”

i feel the knot in my stomach growing as i close my eyes to focus on the sensation

“are you gonna cum for me baby?”

“yes daddy. can i cum for you please?” i ask while arching my back as the knot in my stomach starts to untie

“of course you can baby. cum for daddy. cum for daddy like the good girl you are” he says while continuing to deepen in me at a rapid rate

“fuck daddy oh my goddd.” i say as i let out my orgasm

he starts to slow down but not stop as he lets me ride out my high.

“you’re so fucking sexy y/n” he says

i don’t respond as i continue to let my mind fog up.

“here let me go run you a nice bath sweetheart” he says as he pulls out

i nod my head in acknowledgement as he laughs at the sight of his brain dead twinkie.

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a/n: thank you guys for reading 😝 let me know your thoughts

[carolmunson]

love language.

love language set list “hm,” he hums, face scrunching in disappointment when you lean over the bed to open the window on the wall. sunday morning rain on soggy earth from the storm last night sends a soft patter through the room. the breeze feels nice, wanting that more than any overcast light the parting of the curtains let in.

you settle on your stomach, chest and face propped up on the pillows to look outside and watch the trees sag. watch a few neighbors walk their dog far and few in between. some families quietly getting more damp as they hurry to the car for eight o’clock mass.

“hm,” softer now, more needy. his face relaxes, reaching a tattooed arm out for you with closed eyes. you feel his hand run warm over your back, sticky with sweat from the room overheating last night. he’s like a human furnace. his fingers walk over to your side, giving you a little tug. you smile, letting a breath out of your nose as you give into him, scooching over to let him wrap himself around you. bare chest against your skin.

“morning, baby.” he mumbles, sleep still heavy in his voice, “you feelin’ better?”

“hm,” you shrug, “the weather helps. you feelin’ better?”

“hm,” he nods, wrapping a tattooed leg between yours. tangled up tight, entwined, “this helps.”

the fights weren’t often, but they were explosive. as big as the storm last night, fed by thunder and the promise of a downpour. who can yell the loudest? who can be the meanest? who can get the last word? two bolts of lightening that always need to be right, striking moments between each other. then the rain starts, it never matters who it is first. it’s never regularly you or him, almost always at the same time. crying like babies so hard you don’t even know why you’re fighting anymore.

you both never go to bed mad the way you used to. got in the habit of settling when the eye of the storm past over.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he’d rasp out, “m’sorry for yelling.”

“m’sorry for smashing that plate,” you’d guiltily cry, “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” teary confessions, drowsy needs.

“let’s just clean up and go to bed, okay?”

warm silence. you were both never violent, not even in bed. soft cascading hands, desperate clingy touches. but never speaking in bodies, never keeping score with him inside you. you kiss goodnight and draw the curtains so the moon doesn’t interfere.

and morning. wrapped up in each other in the rainy breeze, clouds joining for breakfast. you feel his limbs slide out of yours while he sits up in bed, bare aside from a pair of his boxers. he yawns and stretches, hand coming down to squeeze the fat on the back of your covered thigh while he crawls out of bed.

sweatpants from a pile of clean laundry are all he adds, a pair of socks with holes in the heels. his fingers glide over a hung acoustic guitar in a strum.

“gonna make us some eggs,” he tells you. he means more than eggs, but he always just says eggs.

“we’re out of sugar,” you mention, rolling onto your side, legs stretching like a cats, “for coffee.”

he smiles lazily, the cold breeze from the window catching his curls while he leans over you. he presses a warm kiss to your cheek, and then your lips, “you’re sweet enough for me.”

“hm,” you hum, sticky syrupy affection slipping in from your head to your toes, “smooth this morning.”

“it’s the munson way,” he mumbles, his voice still gravelly, noses brushing. butterfly kisses.

“hm,” you reply lazily, your lashes and his lashes meeting.

“hm,” he grins, another warm kiss against the cool breeze. he looks back at you before he leaves the room, brown eyes saying all he needs to say and yours match. he blushes. you’ll have a few more moments to yourself in the window before you go meet him in the kitchen.

[scoonsalicious]

7.2 Bucky*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (oral (m receiving)).

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: Bucky surprised you with a night-time picnic. You exchanged dog tags, and now things have taken a sexy turn.

A/N: Fair warning, this and the next two sections are smut! Hurray!

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Bucky Barnes was convinced in that moment he’d died and gone to heaven. How else could he explain the sight before him? Major, on her knees, completely naked in the middle of the woods, save for his dog tags around her neck, body glowing under the candlelight of the lanterns as she palmed his aching erection through his jeans, telling him how much she wanted it down her throat. 

But Bucky knew that a man who carried as many sins on his back as he did had no hope of finding paradise in the afterlife, so this could only be the real thing. He watched with mouth hanging open as Major crawled up his body, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Help a girl out and lift your hips, Sergeant?” she asked him with a smirk.

Bucky let out a low groan as he obliged, lifting his hips from the blanket so Major could pull his pants off his legs. Once she’d removed them, she tossed them aside atop her own pile of discarded clothes. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, “you sure look pretty, Sarge. Let’s get that shirt off.” Bucky made a move to reach for the hem of his shirt, but Major tutted him. “Let me take care of you tonight,” she said. “You always do such a good job of making me feel good; I want to return the favor.” Her hands reached to his waist, dragging his shirt up and over his torso, then his head, and Bucky thought he was going to cum on the spot. He’d never been with a woman so… enthusiastic? Insatiable? Commanding? All of the above, he thought. 

Once she had his shirt off, she leaned back on her haunches and studied him, licking her lips as she took him in. “I just want you to lay back and let me do all the work, okay?” she asked him. 

Bucky found he couldn’t speak through the lump in his throat but did as Major asked, leaning back on his elbows so he could watch her. She locked eyes with him, and he expected her to take his briefs off of him the way she had his pants, but instead, she leaned down and began to nuzzle his cock with her cheek through the fabric.

He sucked in a breath as she drew her nose along his clothed length. As he grew harder, she began sucking open-mouthed kisses against him. While Bucky couldn’t wait to feel her warm mouth against his sensitive skin, the friction the fabric was providing as she worked on him was divine.

“Fuck, sugar,” he grunted as her palm rolled over him. The gray fabric of his boxer briefs was already dark with precum, but Major added to the growing wet patch with her saliva. “If I don’t get these off soon, it’s gonna be the second pair I’ve ruined because of you in two days.”

Major laughed, her mouth so close to Bucky’s groin, he could feel the vibration of it in dick. “Wouldn’t want that,” she said teasingly. “No washer and dryer out here in the woods. Though, I suppose you could rinse them out in the stream and I could fuck you until they’re dry.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Bucky asked, his laugh turning into a gasp as Major rolled his boxer briefs down his hips, setting his erection free.

“Nope, just this fat cock,” Major said, winking at him. Once she’d slid his underwear down to his knees, she leaned forward and gave his cockhead a featherlight kiss. Bucky grunted and arched his back. Who knew the softest of touches could feel so fucking good?

Major licked a long, slow stripe along the underside of Bucky’s cock from the base to the tip, and Bucky nearly came right then. He tried to think of any and everything he could come up with to stave off his orgasm as Major took him fully into her mouth. 

He settled on the 1941 Brooklyn Dodgers. 

Major’s tongue around his tip, dancing over its weeping slit and Bucky bent his knees to brace himself against the ground… 

Winning the Pennant for the first time in 21 years over the Cardinals. 

Her cheeks hollowing as her mouth tightened around him, enveloping him in her warm heat… 

Losing the World Series to the goddamn Yankees, 3 to 1 in the fifth and final game. 

Her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as her head began to bob back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

Higbe and Wyatt pitching their best seasons. 

The feeling of her nose brushing up against the curly hairs of his pubic bone… 

Eight hundred runs, the highest in the league and – Jesus fucking Christ, was she actually swallowing around him?!

It was too much. Despite his best efforts, everything she was doing to him felt too wonderful, too euphoric for him to continue to think straight, let alone try and hold back. “Fuck, sugar, pull off; ‘m gonna cum,” he grunted, but Major didn’t retreat. If anything, her eyes took on a sardonic look and she gripped his thighs tighter and began moving her head faster than she had before. God, Bucky thought as he watched her from between his legs, she looked a vision, the way she was devouring him. With her eyes locked on his, and the flickering shadows dancing in the candlelight, she looked like something out of ancient myth, a goddess of fire and lust, of darkness and passion. And he was a willing sacrifice to her alter.

The candlelight reflecting off the silver tag around her neck that bore his name. Of all the mere mortals that roamed the planet, Major had selected Bucky Barnes to bestow upon him the honor of seeing her, like this, in all of her divine glory. 

With a grunt that bordered on a growl, Bucky came at that thought– the thought that someone like her felt that he, of all people, was worthy. He could feel seemingly never-ending ropes of his cum spurt from his cock, and he was fully expecting Major to pull away– none of the other girls he had ever been with could seem to withstand the amount of cum the serum led him to produce, but Major? Major continued to suck him like he was a straw, as though she were trying to draw every ounce of cum out of Bucky’s balls and take it down her throat. And by the gleam in her eye, she seemed to actually be enjoying it. 

After what felt like the longest orgasm of Bucky’s very long life, he finally stopped, his cock beyond sensitive. Bucky’s elbows gave out and he fell onto his back, gasping for breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum that hard. Gently, Major slid herself off of him. She wiped at her mouth gently with a hand, then moved to grab one of the extra blankets Bucky had brought for their picnic. She carefully draped it over him, then crawled up alongside his body to mold herself along his length.

“Are you okay?” she asked, tracing a gentle finger along the line of his jaw.

Bucky sucked in a gulp of air before turning to face her. “You…” he began, not even sure where he was going with his thought, he was so lost in the post-orgasmic fog of his brain, “you are fucking magic.”

Major pressed her forehead against Bucky’s shoulder and snickered. “If you say so,” she told him. 

“I do say so,” Bucky said, still trying to catch his breath. “I just need a minute.”

“Take your time,” Major said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[yelenasdiary]

Kinktober request:

Druglord yelena

Somnophilia

Yelena comes home late after working. Find reader asleep. Reader looks too good to yelena after a long day, and can't help but play with reader. 🤭

Be A Good Toy

Pairing: Drug Lord! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: Yelena arrives home from Cuba for work to find you peacefully asleep in her bed, in one of her oversized tees.

Warnings:18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Yelena has a Penis, Somnophilia, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Control?, Language Warning | 1.4K

Translations: Detka (baby), кукла (doll).

AC:This is all consensual, Yelena & Reader have talked about it.

October Special Masterlist

After working a long shift and completing a decent number of operations on dogs and cats, desexing mostly, you were exhausted. You've been seeing Yelena for a fair few months now and found yourself staying at her penthouse more than your own apartment, so it wasn't a surprise when Yelena came home around 2am after a long flight to see you sound asleep in her bed. With a soft cool breeze coming through the window, the duvet only covered your knees, giving the blonde a perfect view of what she missed in her absence.

She could tell you were in somewhat of a deep sleep, but she couldn't help the twitch in her boxers as she gently palmed at her clothed self. "Fuck I've missed you" she muttered to herself as she took in the view of your exposed legs, her eyes trailing up to your black lacey panties. Her boner only growing as she kneeled onto the bed, letting her left hand softly rub over your right butt cheek, giving it a light squeeze. You shifted slightly in your sleep, pushing yourself more into Yelena's hand. She smirked before lightly biting her bottom lip. 

Gently, Yelena turned you onto your back, giving her a better view of you in one of her oversized tees drove her crazy while she palmed at herself harder. The blonde groaned softly to herself as she unzipped her pants and reached for her cock, releasing it from her boxers. With one hand wrapped around her length, stroking herself, her other hand pushed your tee up slightly before her lips placed soft kisses on your stomach. 

You stirred at the touch of her lips, "daddy" you mumbled in your sleep. Yelena looked up at you before kissing your cheek, "shh detka, daddy's home" she whispered before kissing your neck. "Missed you" you mumbled once more, unable to bring yourself to completely wake up. "I know detka, I missed you too" Yelena replied between kisses, one hand keeping her from crushing you while the other rubbed the inside of your thigh, "gonna make you feel good" she added. 

She brought her hand higher up your thigh, gently rubbing over your clothed pussy causing a light moan to leave your lips. A soft smile tugged at your lips as Yelena covered your face with pecks of kisses while her hand continued to rub against you, making you wetter with each rub. Your soft moans grew louder, and Yelena found you trying to grind yourself against her hand, "please daddy" you moaned so softly that Yelena almost missed it. She hushed you once more, this time with her lips on yours before pulling away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Don't worry detka, just get your beauty sleep and daddy will make you feel good" she whispered after releasing your lip. 

Moving your panties to the side, she slid two fingers up and down between your folds, brushing over your clit just to watch your upper body slightly squirm. She loved how wet she could make you with simple touches, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked your arousal off them, humming at the sweetness of you on her tongue. "God, you're so fucking sweet" she mumbled to herself knowing you were too tired to even make sense of her words. 

Your back arched ever so slightly as you felt Yelena's two fingers slide into your pussy with ease, you heard her sigh with relief as if she was truly home along with some words that you didn't care to listen too as your dream soon faded to the thought of your partner's fingers deep inside you. 

"You're so wet with just my fingers detka" Yelena spoke, mostly to herself as she slid them in and out while her thumb toyed with your clit. Moans and mumbled words left your lips as you tried to beg her for more, for her to push her fingers deeper inside of you. Your eyes flickered open when Yelena stopped her actions suddenly, "N-no" you groaned, throwing your head back, "don't tease" you added in a mumble. 

Yelena chuckled as she repositioned herself, aligning the tip of her cock with your entrance after using your wetness as a lubricant before sliding inside your pussy once more. She moaned at how tightly you gripped her length, "fuck кукла" she groaned as she sunk herself in, "I love how tight you are!" she added. You moaned her name as she filled you with her cock, already gripping the sheets with your fists. 

The drug lord could tell you were trying to keep your eyes open, she gently brushed loose strands of hair back out of your face before kissing you with hunger, "sleep detka, be a good toy and let daddy use your pretty pussy" she whispered. Her words along with her gentle thrusts caused you to moan once more, nodding as your eyes closed over. Eger to please you, Yelena began to speed up her thrusts. She moved your tee up, giving her full access to your breasts that bounced with every thrust the blonde gave you.

She toyed with them, groping them, squeezing them, pinching and tugging at your nipples while she chased her high. The room filled with the sounds of bare skin slapping against one another mixed with both of your moans, you clenched around her cock to let her know you were getting closer. "F-fuck detka, you're clenching me so fucking tight!" you heard her say as her hands gripped your hips as she began to move your body in time with her thrusts, your moans growing louder. 

Yelena always loved the view of watching her cock ruin your pussy, watching how easily you sucked her right back in. "You gonna cum for me detka?" she asked not even bothered that your fists were turning white with how hard you were gripping at the sheets. 

"Y-yes daddy!" you replied in a moan before bringing your left hand to rub your clit. 

"Uh Huh" Yelena slapped your hand away, "toys don't touch themselves without asking" she reminded you before she thrusted into you deeper. Quickly, you covered your mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure her cock was giving you, "p-please daddy! G'nna cum!" You spoke in a muttered moan. "That's not how you ask detka" Yelena replied as she applied pressure to your clit but rubbing tight circles around the bundle of nerves. 

"P-ple-please daddy! C-can I cum? P-please!" You begged with your left hand wrapped around Yelena's wrists as she toyed with your clit, your nails digging into her skin while you did your best to hold your orgasm from taking over. 

Yelena quickened her thrusts, her head thrown back slightly as she could feel her own high approaching, "go on detka, cum all over my cock" she spoke, finally giving you permission. With her head slightly thrown back and her eyes closed, Yelena didn't see the devilish smirk that took over your lips, "S'close daddy!" you moaned, holding your orgasm. 

"Fuck!" Yelena moaned, her balls heavy and ready to unload but she never, ever, finished before you did. "K-keep going d-daddy! Fuck me!!" you moaned, throwing your head back as Yelena's eyes shot open to look at you, she shook her head knowing just what you were doing to her. Her fingers pinched your clit making you arch your back, "I said cum detka" she spoke. Her little trick worked, you couldn't hold it any longer and gushed all cover her length, moaning her well-earned title as you came.  

She helped you ride out your high, fucking into you a little harder before she couldn't bare it anymore. "Where do you want it detka?" she asked as she always did when she fucked you raw. "C-cover me daddy!" you looked at her, she nodded before pulling out and stroking herself quickly before unloading her load over your lower stomach. You watched as her cum shot itself onto your skin to the last drop, Yelena crushed down beside you to catch her breath. Your eyes were heavy once more, too tired to even think about cleaning yourself up until you felt Yelena gently turn you onto your left side, kissing the back of your neck she whispered, "I'm not done with you yet just yet detka, go back to sleep, daddy will clean you up when I'm done"

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[konigsblog]

Hiiiii :P I jus wanted to ask for some Konig or Ghost headcanons pls (idc if they're nsfw or sfw i jus want headcanons 😩😩)

i'm dying and i need my boys

ty boo<333

simon ‘ghost’ riley headcannons ;;

warnings: mentions of simons past, smut, angst, pregnancy ;;

a/n; please request more headcannons if you want to !! my requests should be open usually, if not it's because i have too many requests atm, but they'll be back on later :) ,,,

sfw;;

i think simon doesn't like getting drunk often, due to his past, his childhood, and his father constantly being drunk. i think he's anxious about getting drunk/drinking alcohol in fear of acting out like his dad, or being reminded of traumatic events.

simon is a man of few words, we know that. i think is love language is acts of service; making you tea/coffee in the morning, ironing your clothes for you or helping you out when you're doing housework.

he wants children in the future. earlier in life, before he met you, he swore deep that he'd never have children (again, in fear of becoming like his father), but once he met you his whole world changed. his cold heart warmed up, the idea of settling down, starting a family with you started lingering in his brain, hoping to get you pregnant someday.

he's a dog person, this isn't an uncommon headcannon. he wants a german shepherd, he wants to train it to become a guard dog to protect you whilst on deployment. but, i don't think he wants to name it ‘riley’ in my eyes, i think simon hates his last name since it's associated with his horrible father, if he could, he'd change his name - but legally he's dead, so he has to live with his last name so he wouldn't want to be reminded of it everytime he called on his dog.

definitely a breakfast person. he likes bacon, scones, everything you'd get in a true english breakfast. then afterwards, he'd stand on the balcony of your shared apartment and smoke a cigar, a growing problem that never seemed to slow down.

wants a son. wants to teach it stuff like self defense, football, how to stand up for yourself because he struggled to protect himself as a child. he'd be overprotective of his daughter, shielding her from any boy.

on the topic of football, he supports manchester city/man united (i don't know the difference, i don't watch football oops..)

loves when you put the black face paint on his face before leaving for deployment. your gentle touch has a almost stained smile on his face, which is then replaced by sadness when it's time to say goodbye.

adores your comfort, clings to you when he needs help or reassurance. rests his head on your chest, listening to the thumping sound of your heartbeat, the way it rams against your ribs and sternum.

nsfw

favourite positions would be anything as long as he can see your reaction. the way your lips part in arousal, his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

i don't think he likes seeing you sob, maybe sometimes if he's in a dacryphillic mood. he loves to hear your moans, they sound pleasureful as they bounce off the walls.

loves marking you in any way possible; hickeys, rubbing his scent onto your body, filling you with his cum and walking around with it inside your panties or getting you swollen and pregnant.

god forbid johnny makes any sexual remark to you. the second you look away, simons holding him by the scruff of his neck and threatening him into never saying anything of that nature again. (he does it again)

has a kink for you being vulnerable. his cock hardens watching you squirm beneath him, the sounds that escape your throat have him drooling in his boxers.

loves to eat you out; his tongue flicking at your clit, holding your thighs with a strong grip, his lips sucking while his pink tongue explores your wetness. pressing into your tightness, your whimpers turning his tip desperate and angry.

and if you lean down and suck him off whilst sitting on his face, he'll go crazy. bucking his hips into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. loves seeing you struggle taking him in your mouth. lips stretching over his girth, chucking into your arousal when you whine around him.

doesn't like being submissive, hates being vulnerable and will refuse to do it. i genuinely don't think any convincing could change his mind, because he associates him being vulnerable and scared with his horrific childhood, he'd rather not relive that.

also wouldn't want to be called daddy, a substitute becoming ‘sir’. loves the way it flows of your tongue. his balls slapping against your tight ass, your legs trembling with euphoria rushing through your body.

that's all, i couldn't think of anymore and i have other requests to answer atm :( might add onto this later, tell me what you think :)

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 18

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: FLUFFY LOVE!!! MAJOR SMUT, Sex outdoors, public sex, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, innuendos, language, romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 17

As usual, I wake up well before any alarm I’ve set has the opportunity to start ringing but today I lay in bed. I’m keyed up, feeling similar to how I did in the army before a big mission. I hate that her side of the bed is empty, but Emma’s mother insisted that we sleep separately the night before our wedding. All of the women were at the hotel together, so I couldn’t even sneak in as she was sharing a room with her best friend.

Our wedding. It’s finally here.

Emma didn’t want to wait too long, and between Nana and Diana, the wedding planning became a full event that those two spent every waking hour on. Emma had input and veto rights, but with her busy job she couldn’t devote a ton of time to small details so she let my grandmother and her mother do the heavy lifting.

“All that matters at the end of the day is that I become Mrs. Austin Syverson. Everything else is just details. I’ll definitely have to reign them in at some point though.” Emma told me the next day in bed in Jamaica after we got engaged. We were discussing what she wanted and she said she was happy to have Nana and Diana help plan. She just wanted something classic and outdoors. She of course wanted to choose her dress and she wanted the dogs to be involved somehow. We laid there that night in bed talking about our future and Emma’s smile was just radiant. I lie in bed knowing I won’t get back to sleep before my mind jumps to my second favorite memory of the Jamaica trip, the first being her accepting my proposal.

**Flashback**

The morning after our engagement, I wake up and see Emma still naked and wrapped in the luxurious sheets. Her hair a mess and her lips slightly parted as she sleeps soundly. Her left hand draped delicately over her sheet covered breast catches the light peeking behind the curtains and illuminates the diamonds on her ring. I smile to myself before tossing on some boxers and making myself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker that they provided in the suite. I quietly kiss Emma’s ring, then her forehead before making my way to the balcony to drink my coffee. I sit outside for a while enjoying the view and replaying Emma’s reaction to my proposal in my head when I hear the French doors to the balcony crack open. I turn to see Emma wrapped in nothing but the white bed sheet, her hair still curled from last night but now slightly mussed from sleep as she squints into the brightness of the sun. She gives me the sexiest, sleepy smile and walks further on the balcony closing the doors behind her. Instead of sitting on one of the many chairs available, Emma makes her way directly to my lap and climbs up.

“Morning, Sugar. Sleep good?”

“Mmm.. very good. How about you?”

“I always sleep best with your naked body wrapped up against me, Darlin’.”

She leans in and presses a gentle kiss against my lips. 

“We’re getting married, Sy.”

“We sure are, Sugar. You excited?”

“The most excited. I can’t wait to be your wife.” She smiles and I feel the blood rush to my cock.

“Mm! I like the sound of that. My little wife.” I smirk at her and waggle my eyebrows.

“There’s something wrong though.”

“What’s that, Darlin?” 

“We haven’t completed our mission.” She whispers sultrily and drops the sheet from under her arms to expose her perfect breasts which immediately causes me to groan and reach for them.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? As mission leader and your captain, we need to rectify this problem immediately.” I grunt and thrust my erection against her still covered core before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. 

“Now, you gotta stay quiet unless you want us to get caught, ya understand?” I grunt in her ear and she nods.

“Words.”

“Yes, Captain. I understand.” She breathes and I rip the sheet as tactically as I can from her, exposing her naked body to the outdoors. I lift her gently to remove my boxers and kick them off of my ankles before setting her back down in my lap and grinding against her. Emma’s nipples are hard and she grabs my jaw and kisses me heatedly as she grinds herself against me. My hands reach down and grab each ass cheek harshly as I slide my cock through her folds, collecting her arousal which is readily available.

“You’re fucking soaked, Sugar. You like the thought of being caught out here naked?” 

“Ah! Yes.” She all but moans when my tip bumps against her clit. 

“Naughty girl. Anyone could look up and see your perfect body riding against mine right now.”

“Mmmmhmm.” She mewls as her juices actually drip down onto my lap. I like this new kink I’ve discovered about my bride.

With one hand grasping her tit, I take the other and shove a finger inside her core, quickly followed by a second causing her to moan louder than I had expected. 

“Quiet now, Darlin’. I don’t need everyone watching my girl’s perfect body fall apart.” I smirk as I swat her ass and watch her back arch as she starts fucking herself on my fingers. Fuck, she’s so wet and warm. The sun behind her illuminates her tanned skin as she rides my fingers and I’m hard as a rock.

“Aus…I’m” is all she’s able to say before she’s squirting her climax down on to me. Her eyes are clamped shut with her hands gripping my shoulders as she arches her back and moans so sexily while I continue pumping my fingers into her to help her ride it out. I bite my lip and even have to force myself to keep my eyes open as this view is something I want to replay over and over in my mind, while also trying to keep from blowing my load without ever being touched. I pride myself on my stamina, but this ethereal woman makes me feel like a teen going through puberty. Precum is leaking steadily out of my erection and I’m taking deep breaths to keep myself from coming just from the sight in front of me. Fuck porn, this image is spank bank material for the rest of my life. Emma’s eyes reopen and she leans forward planting a dirty, wet kiss on me before lifting up, positioning herself, and sliding down on my cock. We groan together because she is so wet that even though she’s extremely tight I slide in easily. Emma doesn’t even take time to adjust before she lifts up and starts riding me. I plant my hands on her hips to help her and start sucking her nipples in my mouth as she tugs at the short strands of hair that have grown out on my head. 

“After that show, I’m not going to last as long, sweetness.” I tell her and she leans down to kiss me again.

“You’re so fucking hot, Austin. I can’t wait for you to fill me with your babies and make me a mama.” She says with the most seductive smirk as she flips her hair to the side and I growl at her dirty talk. Fuck, she’s giving me a breeding kink that I never used to have.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You want me to fill you up again?” I grunt and she nods. Without a word, I lift her off of me and bend her towards the balcony railing. Thank God we are on the 4th floor and it’s still early so lots of people are still at breakfast and not out yet. 

“Hands on the railing.” I grunt in her ear and she pushes her perfect ass out. I spread her cheeks and grope her before spearing her back on my cock and fucking her, hard. I reach under her and grab onto her breasts that are bouncing from my arduous thrusting and pick up my speed. The thrill of being caught is exhilarating and I swear, Emma’s arousal is dripping down her thighs.

“My sweet, naughty girl.” I growl as I grab onto her shoulder and wrap her hair around my wrist to continue pounding into her. Emma’s sweet breathless mewls show me that she’s close but trying to remain quiet for me. I reach down and thumb her clit and feel her pussy flutter around me helplessly.

“Cum on my cock, Sugar. Let me feel you.” I grunt and moments later she shatters apart, gripping the railing to keep herself from collapsing as I also find my release and spurt my hot cum inside her walls. I grunt probably too loudly but, in my euphoria, I don’t care anymore as I fantasize about getting her pregnant right now. We rest for a moment before I pick up the discarded sheet, wrapping Emma up and pulling her back down into my lap. I do a quick glance and don’t see anyone gawking and staring so I think our tryst was successfully completed.

*RING! *RING! *RING!

The alarm suddenly lets out a shrill ring, startling me from my pornographic flashback and once again I am alone in our bed, but now with an erection that I want nothing more to take care of but I force myself to wait until tonight. I shut the offending alarm off before wiping my hand down my face, stretching and heading toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decide to send Emma a picture of myself smiling with the dogs and a text.

Sy: <attachment>

Happy wedding day, Sugar. I sure can’t wait to see you today. I love you.

Emma quickly returns the text with a picture of her in silk button up pajamas and messy hair and I wish I could touch her.

Future Mrs. Syverson: <attachment>

Happy Wedding Day, Baby!! I can’t wait to see you and become your wife. I love you so so much! Check in your dress shoes for a present from me! ❤️

I head back upstairs to my closet and take my shoes from the shoe rack to see a small gift box tucked into my left shoe. I open it to reveal a really nice Bulova watch with a note. 

I find myself smiling at her words as I slide my new watch on my wrist. I have to admit, it looks really good. I quickly send her a text back.

Sy: Sugar, you got me the nicest gift I could have gotten. Thank you, Darlin’, I love it. Nana should be there with your gift shortly. Hope you like it. I love you.

I knew Nana would be on her way within the hour and had promised to deliver the earrings that my mom had left to me before she passed away. They were pretty little diamond drop earrings that had a pearl at the base. She wore them on her wedding day as a gift from Nana and PawPaw and she said even though her marriage didn’t work, they represented the love of her family. I sent them along with a note for Emma.

After a cup of coffee, Walter shows up and we head over to a diner for a late breakfast. He’s my only groomsmen, as Emma only wanted one bridesmaid, choosing her best friend Cassie from Alabama who I’d met several times when they video called each other. She was an extremely nice girl, redheaded and somewhat shy compared to Emma but I was happy that she came down yesterday and they got to spend the day together doing girly things in preparation for the wedding today. 

“So, how you feelin’ today man? Nervous?”

“Nah, I’m excited. I would have taken her to the courthouse months ago but I wanted her to have the wedding she’s always dreamed of.” 

“I’m glad you found her. She’s a really great girl and God knows how she puts up with your stubborn ass.” Walt jokes but I have to agree. 

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.” 

“I thought you’d have the wedding at Nana and PawPaw’s ranch.”

“That was initially the idea but her mother and Nana convinced her there wasn’t enough room. Emma found the big field near first Baptist down there on main, and loved the idea of getting married in front of that massive oak tree so that was what it changed too.”

“Anything we need to do to help set up?”

“Nah, I already tried that. Nana hired the ranch hands to help out for the day. She said, and I quote, ‘Your only job is to arrive clean, in your suit, and on time. I don’t need you messing up our vision.’”

Walt laughed so loud he startled other customers as I shook my head at my Nana’s antics.

“Well, want to head back to the house and watch a game with a beer before we need to get ready? 

“Absolutely.”

We head out to my truck and head back to my house.

“Emma tells me I’ll like her friend, Cassie a lot.” Walter says subtly.

Oh Emma, trying to set up her best friend and Walt because she wants everyone happy and in love. Matchmaking even on her wedding day.

“I’m sure you will.” I smirk at Walt who tries to act uninterested.

“All I know is that she’s a pretty redhead, who seems a bit shy. She is a graphic designer but I can’t remember where she works. Her and Em have been friends since preteens.”

“Good to know.” Walt nods continuing with his indifferent bluff.

About two hours later, I got a call from Nana saying that Emma loved the earrings and couldn’t stop crying while reading my letter. She already had the earrings on and was excited to wear them with her wedding gown. I felt proud that she appreciated the gift and it made me feel like mama was here with us in spirit. I’m confident that she and Emma would get on like peas in a pod.

My brother, Mark and his family came from Tennessee and would be staying at Nana and PawPaw’s house. I was happy when they came to visit and I got to meet the newest addition to our family, my 3-month-old nephew, Liam. Lucy their daughter would be our flower girl today and was an absolute ball of energy chasing Mills throughout the house. It was really enjoyable getting to catch up with them since we hadn’t been around each other in a while.

Several hours pass and I’m in my dress uniform headed over to the Baptist church with Walt. The girls were getting ready there, thanks to Nana’s membership, so that they could remain unseen before the ceremony. Everything looked incredible, and I had to hand it to the ladies that Emma would love it. Rows and rows of white chairs lined perfectly facing a flowered archway in front of the massive oak tree that had twinkling lights hanging from it. I had to take a deep breath as I saw Emma had framed my favorite portrait of my mom, and had the frame sitting in the front seat of rows of chairs. Effectively ensuring that I knew my mother’s presence was there with me. Seeing the set up made me more excited than ever to see my girl walking down the aisle towards me.

Finally, it was time. I stood at the end of the makeshift aisle with the officiant and Walter as many family and friends that I knew, and several from Emma’s hometown that I didn’t know sat in the chairs facing me. Walt had Aika on the leash with him as Cassie had Mills on the leash with her. Emma had been adamant about training him to behave for him to be at the ceremony. We all chuckled as Lucy threw flowers on the ground, and dumped the remaining flowers from her basket directly in front of the officiant before scuttling over to sit with Mark. The music switched to a romantic piano tune as the officiant called for the audience to rise and I watched as Emma emerged on her father’s arm. She was absolutely stunning in a tight-fitting white gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair in delicate curls with white roses tucked in it, while holding a large bouquet of matching flowers. My favorite shy smile was across her face as she walked closer towards me down the aisle. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I slightly shake my head as I can’t believe this beautiful, perfect woman was going to be mine forever.

All rights and credits go to the owner of these photos

As we joined hands and repeated our vows after the officiant, I never took my eyes off of Emma. She is easily the most radiant and incredible person, I’ve ever known. After exchanging our rings, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife. As the crowd clapped and cheered, I wrapped my arms around Emma and dipped her backwards in a passionate but appropriate kiss. Emma smiled ecstatically at me as I stood her back up before grabbing her bouquet. We gave a quick hug to her parents and my grandparents before heading down the aisle as husband and wife. As we walked back down the aisle together, our loved ones cheered for us as the photographer snapped hundreds of photos. I was more than grateful for a moment to ourselves inside the church as I scooped Emma up bridal style and carried her to a room together for a moment alone. 

“Holy shit, Sugar.” I said as I stared at her body in this gown.

“Baby! We’re in a church! No cursing!” She scolded me playfully.

“Well, you’re sinful in that dress, Darlin’. Let me have a good look at you.” I motion for her to spin for me and she does so. I grunt at her before pulling her back into my arms and letting my hands roam her perfect form.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life, baby girl.” I tell her honestly and smile when her cheeks tint with blush.

“We need to go take pictures.” She says against my mouth as I pull her in for a kiss.

“Mm.. They can wait a minute. I just need a minute with my wife.” I tell her as I press another kiss to her lips.

“Anything you want, husband.” She smirks.

“You’re going to regret saying that, Sugar.” I tell her while arching my brow, not caring that we are in a church as I imply what I’m after.

“Save it for tonight, big boy. We have a wedding to get back too. I’ll make it worth your while tonight, baby.” She promises and I grunt before I adjust myself in my pants. Don’t need that showing up in all of the pictures. I pull her in for another kiss before there is a knock at the door from the photographer ready to do her job. I pout but Emma just smirks and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the room where Walt and Cassie are already waiting on us with knowing smirks.

After what feels like an hour worth of pictures of us and with our families, we head to the field which has been completely converted into a wedding reception. There is a DJ set up and tables with people already eating food. I’m starved so when Nana calls us to a table with food, Emma and I dig in. 

Throughout the night, I’m surprised to see several acquaintances from the army in attendance. Turns out, Nana put Walt’s detective skills to work on tracking down any remaining army buddies and sure enough, they showed. I was proud to show Emma off to them and she loved getting to meet people from my past who couldn’t believe I settled down. Before I knew it, they were telling jokes about some of the nonsense that we all did out in the desert when we were bored between missions and Emma was absolutely captivated with each story. Before the night ended, I was dancing, yes, dancing with Emma before we left for our hotel. This woman could convince me to do just about anything with those doe eyes. I smirk at Walt who has been dancing with Cassie for several songs. Emma, as usual, was right and they seem to be hitting things off. Nana and PawPaw had just left and took the dogs with them as we were going to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. I look at Emma who has her head resting against my chest and smile.

“Have you had a good time, Sugar?”

“Mmm, the best wedding ever. I’m so excited to be your wife. What about you?”

“It’s been perfect darlin’. I can’t believe so many of my army buddies showed.”

“I can. It’s obvious how much they all admire and respect you, baby. We should make a point to reach out more.” I just grunt in response. Everyone is so spread out now, it would be difficult to see them often. Emma cuts my train of thought with her next sentence.

“I have a little surprise for you.” Emma says while biting her lip.

“What’s that, Sugar?” Emma stretches up on her tip toes to reach the bottom of my ear.

“I stopped taking my birth control a week ago.” She whispers before looking up at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes and a smirk that runs straight to my manhood.

“Oh yeah? Ready for me to make you a mama?” I ask her quietly.

“Yes, honey. Let’s try for a baby.” She smiles and before I can even think I’m smashing my lips to hers.

“Can we go to the honeymoon suite yet?” I ask when she pulls away from the heated kiss to take a breath, reminding me that we have an audience.

“After the bouquet and garter toss, we can leave. Shall we?”

“Fuck yes!” I murmur before she tells Diana that we are ready to go. Diana gathers all of the single women together and Emma tosses her bouquet into the crowd that is easily caught by Cassie and I smirk at Walt who just smacks my shoulder with a grunt.

Emma sits in a chair and I get down on my good knee and slide myself under her dress to go after her garter. Fuck, she’s wearing the sexiest white bridal lingerie and it makes me even more eager to get her out of here. I pull the garter off with my teeth to the cheers of the crowd before purposefully flinging it directly into Walt’s head with a chuckle. I’ve always had perfect aim and he rewards me with his signature scowl. 

Thankfully, not too much later Emma and I are headed through the crowd of people showering us with flower petals as we get in the vintage car we rented to take us to the hotel. Emma wanted us to enjoy ourselves without having to worry about driving so I was happy to get to kiss on her the entire ride to the hotel.

Emma squealed as I scooped her up bridal style and carried her through the lobby to the elevators and up to our suite for the night. We’d be leaving tomorrow afternoon to catch our flight for our honeymoon but I was determined to make every minute of this night count. I could finally make love to my wife, and so that’s what we did… All. Night. Long.

Part 19

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A/N: Thank you for being patient with me while it took me a bit longer to get this chapter out! This isn't the last chapter of the series, but I feel like this story is starting to come to an end which gives me withdrawals lol. I hope you all enjoyed their wedding!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Workout Motivation » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: The new Avenger (the reader) is Bucky’s workout motivation.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys and scratches, unprotected sex, slight Sergeant kink, size kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names (doll, babydoll, doll face)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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“Y/N, come here please.” Bucky says, putting the weights back on the rack.

You stopped doing your workout and went over to Bucky.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” You say.

“Lay down in front of me.” He says.

You eyes widened.

“You want me to what?” You asked.

“Lay down in front of me.” He repeated.

You did as you were told. You laid down in front of him, looking up at him. Bucky took his shirt off and getting into the push ups position.

“What is it I’m supposed to do besides lay here?” You asked.

“I need something pretty to look at while I do push ups.” He says with a smirk.

Bucky bent your knees and spread your legs apart so he could get in between them. He placed his hands on either side of your head on the floor and began doing push ups. You lost track after five cause that’s when your eyes started to wander all over his body. You were mesmerized by the way his dog tags dangled in your face. Every time his face would get close to yours, your breathing got heavy. You were practically begging for him to stop doing push ups and fuck you right there on the gym floor where anyone can walk in at any given moment.

“You want me, don’t ya, doll?” Bucky says.

“Wh-What?” You stuttered, blinking a couple times.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past couple minutes and your breathing is heavier than normal.” He says.

Bucky stopped doing push ups and leaned down, kissing your lips. You reached your hands up to his damp and sweaty hair, running his fingers through it and turning at it making him groan at the feeling.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He says against your lips.

“Don’t stop.” You say.

Bucky sat back on his knees and took off your gym shorts and panties in one go. He pulled down his gym shorts and boxers just below his ass, revealing his hard cock with precum leaking from the tip. He rubbed his tip between your wet folds, smearing his precum and your wetness. He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, looking at your face and waiting for permission, which you gave him. Bucky slowly slid his cock inside of your wet pussy, inch by inch until he was fully inside of you. You jaw dropped when you felt him stretching you open. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. You swore that you could feel him in your stomach. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded your head, letting him know that he can start thrusting. Bucky’s hands wandered your body, stopping at the band of your sports bra. He pulled it up, letting your breast fall out. He was mesmerized by them bouncing every time he thrusted into you. He leaned down, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hickeys the swells of them, pinching your nipples with his metal fingers. You gasped and arched your back at the new sensation. Your hands traveled to his back, feeling every muscle every time he flexed when he thrusted.

“Faster! Harder!” You moaned.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his arms under your knees and began pounding into you. You dug your fingernails in his back making him hiss at the feeling. You bit down on his right shoulder to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

“Fuck, tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Bucky moans in your ear.

His thrusts somehow got faster and more brutal and you were all for it. His lower abdomen rubbed against your sensitive clit making moan loudly.

“You make the prettiest noises for me.” He says.

You continue to moan loudly, not caring if anyone heard you guys. Your walls fluttered around his cock making Bucky moan at the feeling. You felt your orgasm approaching faster than normal.

“I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, babydoll. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He whispers in your ear.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You came so hard that you ended up squirting on him. That made it easier for Bucky to thrust in and out of you. He wasn’t to far behind you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, doll face?” He asks panting.

“Yes please, Sergeant!” You moaned loudly.

Bucky moaned your name loudly as he came inside of you. You moaned at the warm feeling of his cum inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before collapsing on top of you. You two looked into each other’s eyes, panting.

“That was…” You panted, not being able to find your words.

“Yea.” Bucky agrees.

Bucky pulled out of you. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned the two of you up. You guys got dressed again and stood up. You legs wobbled and you lost your balance. Bucky was quick to catch you.

“Thank you for being my motivation, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

“I’ll be your motivation anytime you want, Sergeant.” You say, pecking his lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[marksmelodies]

switching my positions for you

idol chenle x fem reader

genre: fluff, bit of angst, smut

warnings: suggestive, kissing, mentions of sex, acts of sex

minors dni

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you and chenle had the day off today, which was the first time in so long that you both had the same day off, all you wanted to do was spend time with him. you woke up this morning and he was gone, leaving a note on the kitchen counter stating he went to the gym,once he got home he washed up and hopped on a game with some friends. you never wanted to seem clingy.. you knew chenle hated it but the truth is you are clingy you just hide it from him.

you and your boyfriend have very different love languages, chenle shows his love through gift giving and acts of service, you on the other hand needed physical touch and quality time,you understood that chenle had been busy for months on end with all the comebacks he’s participated in this year, that’s why you never bothered him when he would come home from work or spend his day off engulfing himself in things he likes such as gaming and watching sports. you just wished that he spent a little more time with you

he sits in his gaming chair with his headset on in your shared room every so often yelling at his teammates through the mic,you roll your eyes in annoyance as you sit on the couch with daegal

“ your dad is mean huh, he’s ignoring us” you tell the dog

finding things to do around the house only takes so long.. you’re out of things to clean or chores to do ,you gently open the door to your room causing no reaction from chenle as his eyes are glued onto the screen ,you walk behind him massaging his shoulders as he slides one side of his headset off of his ear

“ hey baby” he says looking up at you as you kiss his lips

“ hi le” you comb the back his hair with your fingers for a few seconds before grabbing clean clothes, as you undress yourself to get into the shower

a few hours have passed, you decided to cook dinner tonight

you hear chenle say his goodbyes as he logs off and walks out to the kitchen making your heart skip a beat in excitement,he approaches you snaking his hands around your waist as you chop up vegetables

“ hey”

you take a second to respond back to him

“ hi” you turn around smiling up at him

“ need any help my love” he asked

“ nope i’m all good here”

“ alright i’m gonna go watch the warriors game, it starts in five minutes” he says quickly pecking your lips as he pats your ass walking back into the bedroom

once you finish making dinner you decide to let chenle know the food is ready,walking into your room chenles lays on the bed shirtless with grey shorts as his arms are behind his head, it took everything in you to keep calm

“ dinners ready if you want it” you tell him

“ i’m not hungry yet, just leave a bowl for me in the fridge please ”

you give him a tight lipped smile and nod before closing the door on your way out,eating alone was something you hated yet here you are at the kitchen table eating your boyfriend’s favorite dish without him,eventually you had enough making your way to the room laying on the bed with him,you waited to say anything until a commercial came on

“ baby” you whine at him

“ hm” he looks at you rubbing your thigh

“ i’ve missed you”

“ i’m right here” he chuckles

“ yeah i know” you sigh

“ but i still miss you even when you are here”

he looks at you with furrowed brows, scooting you closer to his chest as he lays your head on it

“ you know i love you right?” he looks down at you

“mhm” you smile at him

as the game came back on his attention averted back to the tv,you scoot your body up a little kissing his collar bone inching up to the side of his neck,chenle says nothing he simply cranks his neck to the side allowing better access to kiss him as he hold your waist ,you lay back down on his chest tracing the outline of his abs and messing with the waistband of his boxers

chenle knows what you want it’s not hard to read you, he knows you like the back of his hand,he doesn’t say anything though, if you want him so bad you can figure out a way to get him yourself,he just sits there trying his best to focus on the game

“ babe can you turn the lights off there’s a glare on the screen” he asks

the room is now dark apart for the glowing tv in front of you enhancing your mood ever so slightly,continuing tracing shapes on his skin as your hand moves farther and farther down his body reaching his clothed dick,you crawl to the side of him taking off his shorts along with his boxers,his hardend cock hits his stomach as you begin stroking it with your hand

looking up at chenle as his eyes are on the screen watching his game as you lick his tip before wrapping your mouth around him bobbing your head up and down as you massage his balls

“ fuck” chenle whispers grabbing onto your hair as his eyes stay glued to the tv,before chenle can reach his high he pulls you off of his cock

“sit on it” he demands

making sure he can still see the tv you hover over his dick, back facing him as you sink down all the way

“ stay still for second baby don’t move yet” moving one of his hands up and down your waist

“ gotta tell the guys how well you treat me, letting me watch my game as you fuck yourself on my cock” he laughs bringing both hands to your hips slowly moving you up and down, moans escaping your mouth and you slam yourself into him

“ shit baby you’re gonna make me cum fast if you keep doing that” chenle exclaims, you turn your body around facing him as he plays with your titties,kissing him all over his shoulders and neck leaving slight marks where no one else can see them but you, you feel yourself tighten around him as you reach your high

“chenle” you moan his name,chenle reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear “ i’m right here baby, you’re doing so good for me, taking me so well”

chenle pulls you off his member as he tells you to get on all fours facing the tv,ramming his dick back into with no warning causing you to scream as chenle bottoms out,leaving trails of kisses down your spine

“ fuck baby i’m gonna cum” he says pulling out flipping you around so he can finish on your tits,watching chenle above you jerking himself off to reach his high, finally he get closer as strings of cum shoot out onto your body

“ fuckkk” he groans as you watch his expression as he hits his climax

“ you’re so pretty when you cum lele” you lean up on your elbows kissing his lips as he milks the last of his cum out from his dick

“ i can definitely say the same about you pretty girl”

he gets a damp towel from the bathroom as he cleans the mess he made off your chest

“ let’s shower yeah?” he suggests

after you finish getting dressed you walk back into the bathroom where chenle stands in front of the mirror doing his skincare routine

“ babe can i talk to you” you hoist yourself up on the bathroom counter next to the sink

“ of course you can” he moves slightly so that he’s standing in between your legs as they gently swing back and forth

“ dont get mad though” you say looking up at him

“ just say it y/n you’re scaring me”

“ sometimes it hurts my feelings when you come home from a long day at work or have a day off and you spend it playing video games or watching basketball instead of spending time with me, i’m not saying you can’t do any of it at all, i- i just wish you’d spend a little extra time with me because you want to and not because i beg you for it” you look down at the floor. chenle lifts your chin so you’re looking back at him again, “ i’m sorry baby, i never realized that’s now you felt”

“ i don’t want to seem clingy, it’s just that i strive off your touch and spending time with you and you alone, i don’t get many chances to be with you all day everyday and i don’t want to take the days i do get with you for granted”

“ all you had to do was tell me my love, i would never get mad at you for communicating with me, i think sometimes you forget that even though we’ve been together for a long time this is my first relationship, i’m still learning. i’m sorry if i don’t pick up on hints that you drop, sometimes i can be an idiot” he chuckles

“ it’s okay lele, don’t apologize. i love you so much”

chenle places his hand on the side of your face and the other one on your waist as he kisses you passionately

“ i get off early tomorrow, how about i take you on a date hm?”

“ i would love that lele” chenle picks you up walking you out to the kitchen as he heats up his food you made for him

“ you made my favorite?” he asks shocked

“ of course i did, you mentioned how much you wanted it yesterday” he smiles at you kissing you repeatedly

“ i’m gonna marry you one day” he says

“ you better, i refuse to get married if it’s not with you”

he laughs putting his hands around your head

“ and why’s that?”

“ oh come on chenle you know why”

“ i just want to hear you say it” he taunts

“ because no one on this very earth could ever compare to you” you walking out of the kitchen knowing you just inflated his ego

“ and don’t you forget it mrs. zhong” chenle says slapping your ass on your way out ,rolling your eyes you try and hide the smile creeping onto your face.now laying in bed entangled in each others arms you look up at him

“ you better get me the most expensive ring” you joke

“ ugh i forgot you love me just for my money” he jokes back

“ oh yeah totally, sorry to break it to you but i would’ve ran for hills already if that’s what i was after, i don’t think i could’ve handled your loud ass mouth”

“ hey that was mean” he sulks

“ i’m joking”

“ no you’re not”

“ yeah no i’m not” you both burst out laughing as you lean in kissing his lips

“ but i love you and your loudness”

“ thanks babe i love you and your big ass head”

“ chenle baby you have no room to talk” you shove him slightly

“ come here” he pulls you closer tickling your sides as you squirm trying to get out of his reach

“ chenle stop i’m going to pee myself” you laugh he lets you go as you take your chances pulling him into you tickling him back

“ hey that’s not fair you tricked me” he laughs his adorable laugh that you love so much ,you both settle down, silence falls between you two as chenle traces his finger on the side of your cheek, you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep

“ ever since i was a kid, i was always busy with work, whether it was in china or abroad, i don’t remember the last time i could genuinely just be a kid, i had to grow up really fast at such a young age, but then i met you, we were just two stupid teenagers at the time but i fell so in love with you. you made me feel like a kid again, so carefree, i didn’t have to have a certain image around you, i could truly just be myself, i’m so lucky that i get to have the relationship i always wished for with the only girl i ever wanted” chenle kisses your head

“ i’m so lucky to have you too chenle, all i ever want to do in this lifetime is make you happy” chenle cuddles up to you laying his head on your chest and you lightly scratch his back

“ in cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you and get you pregnant and have a bunch of mini y/n running around, i cant wait to build a family with you.”

“ i cant wait either chenle i wouldn’t want a family with anyone else, but you do know our kids are going to be carbon copies of you, your genes are too strong” you laugh kissing him

“ i know sweetheart i just said it to make you feel better”

“ i’m happy we’ll have little chenles all over the place, they’ll be so cute, hopefully they don’t come with your stubbornness”

“ hm i don’t about that but i know we will make cute ass babies”

“ one day lele one day”

“ yeah, i gotta put a ring on it first” he says as you look up at him

“ you’ve been talking an awfully lot about marriage lately, you sure you’re not hinting something?” you say

“ i dunno maybe” he smiles kissing your nose

“ don’t play like that chenle” you yawn as you turn around and chenle does the same

“ goodnight my love”

“ goodnight sweet boy”

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i LOVE writing for chenle so much!! thank you for reading <3

[thegnomelord]

OMG CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!!!!! how about prompt 30 with trans!ghost? there'd be such a nice mix of battle scars & surgery scars too <3

Thanks! and Anon you have no idea on what kind of a Hyper-fixation fender you put me on with this prompt, like it's 2 in the morning and I've never written something this fast before lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: Kissing scars

CW: NSFW, Trans Ghost, Male reader but can be read as GN, afab language, kinda non sexual nudity, body worship, scar kissing, fluff, fluffy fluffy fluff, I'm a dirty tease.

You never know what you'll get when Ghost returns after a mission— Sometimes he'll return so hoped up on adrenaline he'll push you down on the nearest flat surface and ride you until he's satisfied, using you as a living dildo with a firm hand on your throat to keep you hard and quiet; Other times — even the barest brush of skin on skin will have him flinching away with a glare able to put you 6 feet deep.

So when you find him in your room, still fitted out in combat gear and staring off seemingly into space, you approach him slow and loud, making your footsteps echo as you draw close. You doubt he can even feel you brush your pinkies together through his thick gloves, but he jolts as if you're electric. . .but doesn't jerk away.

Creeping slowly until you're face to face with him you hold his hand loosely in your own, giving a gentle squeeze. It takes a few more squeezes before his eyes focus on you, the raging storm inside him turning them from honey brown to dark like blood soaked soil. You can tell his face is tense even with the mask on, the thin fabric helping to keep him together as his resolve slowly depletes like a fraying rope.

Something makes you move and before your mind properly registers it you're slowly taking off his glove, brushing the back of his hand with your thumb before you bring it closer to your face. His sharp eyes follow every movement of your lips as you kiss an old cigarette burn on the pad of his thumb and trail soft pecks across the silvery lines dotting his finger down to the meat of his palm, then back up to the pad of his pointer finger, kissing each knuckle as you go from finger to finger.

This doesn't stop or lessen the maelstrom in his mind, but each new kiss is like a new board to patch up the leaking holes in his boat. His other hand finds your shoulder by the time you're kissing the stab scar on the back of his hand.

His voice is so rough your name is hardly understandable, but gains your attention all the same. "Going soft on me now?" He growls, amused or irritated, you can't say.

Tempting luck you reach out to grab the zipper of his jacket, "Do you want me to stop?" You murmur against his skin.

His eyes narrow until you're staring into a dark void, a small and gruff sound leaving his throat. It's not a 'yes', but it's definitely not a 'no'. So like a miner without a canary, you slowly undress him, dropping to your knees to take off his boots and unclipping all his gear, stopping only when he's down to boxers and a long sleeve shirt when you feel him tense.

"Forgetting somethin' Sargent?" He asks, voice rough like he's ready to bark orders across the battlefield.

You look at him like a worshiper looks at a god, "Please, can I take these off Ghost?" You beg, sticking out your bottom lip for extra measure.

"Only because you look pathetic when you beg." There's no heat in his words, but you feel and see his muscles tense as you take away the last remaining articles of clothing. Only his mask remains, and you don't dare touch that.

He's dry as a bone and you can't blame him, this situation so far from normal for both of you. He lets you maneuver him until he's sitting on the bed, his knees spread just enough for you to comfortably kneel between them.

"That's bettah," He hums as you take his other hand and start kissing the rough patches of skin there, though you're a little surprised when he catches your tongue in his fingers. "You're like a damn dog." But he only brushes the his thumb against the flat of your tongue before letting go.

"Just for you, right?" You hum and start trailing bulletwounds and stab scars across his forearm.

"If yea know what's good for yea." He growls, though you can see him starting to relax, the cold edges melting slowly like the first thaw after a 1000 year old winter.

"Where do you ache, love?" You ask, reaching over to kiss a prominent scar on his bicep while you look at his abdomen. His front looks like a roadmap; full of long jagged scars from knives, dotted with small crates from old bullets, mottled with burns, and other unknown scars caused by god knows what. The only 'clean' scars he has are the two silvery lines beneath the curve of his pecs — the ones he never lets you touch.

"Will you kiss it better?" He mocks, like he doesn't believe you and looks at you like you're insane, but decides to humor you and briefly taps the fresh pink line on his abdomen. He watches you like a hawk as you lean down to lay soft kisses along the entire length of the jagged scar, a groan leaving his lips as your tongue tickles the frazzled beneath healing scar tissue, something like pleasure-not-pleasure sizzling wonderfully up his spine.

"Where else?" You ask, letting him place a heavy hand on your head and guide you where he wants you. His body aches in some way every waking moment, but for this night he can let you chase away the gnawing pain with your lips. He doesn't notice when he ends up splayed out on the bed and tugging you on top of him— another usually hard no with him —his mind growing strangely quiet as every lick and kiss on his damaged skin leaves behind shreds of warmth that build in his chest until he's boneless. It's almost like he melts into the bed, into your lips, his muscles more relaxed than they've ever been.

Then your lips brush against his top scars and a bucket of water gets splashed on his head. He barks out your name, raising his head as he scruffs you by the back of the neck before you can even react.

You don't resist his hold, "Yes, my handsome man?" You ask with a teasing lilt to your voice, your lips brushing against his top scars when he visibly shivers at your words.

"The fuck are you doin'?" He asks the question that's been plaguing both of your minds, but he doesn't sound angry and doesn't try to throw you off him, so you continue to gently worship his top scars.

"What's it look like?" You ask and feel his hold on your neck loosen as you trail from one scar to it's twin on the other side. His hand remains where it is, but his blunt nails lightly scratch your skin as reward for adoring scars like you're doing right now.

"Like you're doing something stupid." He huffs and you can finally see the dark clouds in his eyes parting, his chest rising and falling as he lets out a breath that's been weighing on his shoulders for a while. "But-" He takes your hand and moves it down between his legs, both of you groaning when you find his folds wet and pliant to your fingers, clit hard and pulsing against your hand. "-I can think of a few more places where I 'ache'." He gives a smug smirk that's obvious through his balaclava, his other hand lightly tugging on your hair, "Kiss it better for me, yeah?"

How can you refuse?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not walking my dog with my neighbor anymore? 

I (20sNB) graduated from my masters program in 2019 and moved back home with my parents. It was meant to be temporary, but before I could save up enough to move out, the pandemic hit. I ended up living with my parents until late 2022. During that time I was responsible for walking our dog. I ended up meeting and connecting with a handful of other dog owners in the neighborhod and we would walk our dogs together and let them play together at a local dog park.  

One of these dog owners, C (70sF) turned out to live right around the corner from me, so we started walking our dogs together very often. Her dog has always been a bit domineering, and my dog has always been a bit submissive. But for a long time they played together very nicely. They would run and chase each other and play with the toys we brought to the park for them. Sometimes they would play fight, but I could always tell from my dog’s body language that she was having fun, and wasn’t actually feeling threatened or scared. 

Of course, C and I also ended up bonding. She’s a retired kindergarten teacher, and she’s very, very nice and kind, and I would consider her a friend. We now exchange baked goods on holidays and she sends me birthday and christmas cards now that I don’t live down the street from her. And since I moved out, whenever I came to my parents’ house to visit, I would call her up so we could walk the dogs together and catch up. 

However, a few months ago, while my mom was walking our dog at the dog park, a different, even worse behaved dog, attacked and bit her. This attack was bad enough to draw blood, and my mom had to take her to the vet and get her on antibiotics and everything to make sure it didn’t get infected. Plus, the dog we had before this one, got sick and almost died because of a bite from an unvaccinated dog, so this was pretty scary for us. But it ended up being okay. No infections and the wounded healed well. But ever since then, our dog, who previously was very social and good with other dogs (we took her to obedience school as a puppy, so she was socialized very early on) has become much more nervous around other dogs, especially new dogs.

We’re trying really hard to resocialize her, and she’s slowly getting better. She still sometimes growls at new dogs, though. Which brings us back to my neighbor and her dog. Her dog is poorly socialized, and growls and barks at other dogs. I know my neighbor tries her best to fix her dog’s behavioral issues and has even worked with specialized dog trainers to no avail. But I’ve noticed that my dog is much more likely to growl at other dogs when we walk with C and her dog, because C’s dog growls. Not only that, but I’ve noticed that when they play together, my dog doesn’t enjoy it anymore. Now, her body language does read as threatened and afraid when C’s dog play fights (C’s dog is a boxer, which means she loves to play fight.) 

So, I’ve started not calling C when I’m in town. I feel guilty about it because I really like C and avoiding her feels like a shitty thing to do. I feel like I'm basically ghosting her. But I know if I reach out to her, she’ll bring up walking the dogs together. Walking the dogs is the entire basis of our friendship and the only reason we spend time together, so I can hardly tell her I don’t want to do that anymore. 

AITA? I just want to take care of my dog, and right now walking with C is not only causing my dog unnecessary stress, it’s re-enforcing bad habits that I am trying really hard to break.

What are these acronyms?

[fxshigurosbae]

the military man . . .

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it’s the second time you came tonight, just from his fingers.

toji’s wrist is curved as your head is thrown back, in a pillow princess position, legs widely spread, one held apart with his unoccupied hand as you hold his arm in vain. he’s pumping two fat digits in and out, curling at the right spot for the past few minutes, making you squirt so easily, and you’re being a good girl . . . for not wetting his military uniform, yet.

rolled up sleeves, rebel messy hair, smirk and licking the scarred lips. toji’s making sure the veins on his wrist don’t pop before you’re coming on his fingers again, and again. you even got preppy, so pretty to give him goodbye before he leaves for a month, and now you’re ruined — that’s probably why he’s going ravenous now, he just wanted to fuck you sweet and slow before going, but you didn’t make it easy for him dressed up like that.

“oh f-fuck toji, ‘s too much!” he doesn’t stop, his cock is twitching and begging to be freed, and he’s edging himself, gathering all this lust and all the cum in his balls, he’s got plans.

“imagine when i put my cock in ya then, dont’cha faint on me, baby.” he teases, chuckling with that deep voice, you take a quick glance at his face, with your doe eyes that he loves — watching his immense figure compared to your body, so hot in that uniform, while he’s preparing to break your hip bones in two — before rolling your eyes back again and spasming, squirting just once more, and it’s already enough for him to go nuts, he’s diving into your pussy to lick all of it , he even spits in your cunt after you’re done. “thanks for the meal.” he mutters under his breath, with a vicious smirk, slapping over the sensitive folds, bringing a whine from your closed mouth, just to lean back and give you a moment to breathe.

toji’s admiring the view of you all spread, pretty and ready for him — holding the pillow beside your face, sweating slightly and panting like a puppy, your thighs trembling — and he rubs his erection, grabbing on it like it’s doing any sort of relief, also huffing like a dog now, undoing his pants with exhaustion almost, this horniness is making him weak to his knees. “fuck, ya so pretty f’me, sweets.” his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps down hard, groaning gutturally, taking a picture of this moment in his head for later.

“toji, hurry p-please.” and you’re begging lowly for him, knit eyebrows and heavy chest, you’re clenching over air and what a fucking mirage, he thinks — he needs to leave soon.

“anything for ya, baby.” he replies tired, pulling his cock out his black boxers to tap the tip over your folds, teasing just a little more, he wants to take in this moment for just a little longer. he’s breathing heavy, smearing his pre-cum over your clit, hearing the moist noises from your little mess, propping his fat dark pink tip over your hole, pushing it just a little in and taking it out, as you wince in frustration, gripping tighter onto the pillow, arching your back and panting over and over.

“you’re being mean.” toji’s hypnotized, his eyes are relaxed, his lips are parted and he smirks once you state that, only his gaze moves to your pouting face, and you’re staring back with shaking pupils and a heavy chest.

“‘m just enjoying the moment, sorry f’ that, princess.” he chuckles, caressing one of your thighs, and toji pushes his tip inside, making you whine and bite your lip, before he holds both your legs and pushes them a little farther and beside your waist, making you flinch slightly at the stretch. then, he’s thrusting his hips, putting all the rest of his girthy cock in, gently rough at the same time. your mouth opens in a circular shape and he sighes as he’s striving on going balls deep, but his dick twitches once he’s feeling your warm gummy walls. “shit, ‘m gonna miss this.” he mutters, and you’re arching your back, humming and closing your eyes for a few seconds to adjust.

“so big.” you blabber inaudibly, but he makes it out and smirks wider, pushing your legs against your chest, in a position he absolutely loves. leaning a little forward, ready to start, and he almost pulls out, to pound once roughly enough to make your body jolt and you whine loudly in lust.

“gonna miss it?” he questiond all smugly, thrusting in and out harder each time, speeding up a little, mate pressing your vulnerable body. and your knuckles are turning white, the pillow’s getting mushed, and you’re staring into his eyes, blinking rapidly.

“y-yess, yeah, s’ much, toji!” you moan, rolling your eyes back into your skull, wrapping around him with your talkative walls.

“she be replying too, who’s gonna miss me more, huh?” he jokes, forcefully pushing his cock into your cervix, now getting balls deep like he wanted, and he’s laughing at your despair. “‘m gonna be the one to miss ya more tho.” he mutters, smirking and throwing his head back for an instant before looking down where you both connect, as he’s leaning closer over you. you’re getting dumber and dumber from his cock, his hips piston into you like nothing as he makes out with you somehow, kissing and biting your lower lip when you can’t keep moving your tongue, needing to take a breath when he gets even more aggressive. “fuck, y’er gonna make a mess ‘n my clothes like this, huh?” toji teases, looking back at you just to stop and watch the pout form in your pretty stupid drooling face again. before you could speak or complain like he knows you will, toji’s turning you over, in a low doggy, and he gets a good view of your already arched ass. “good girl.” he praises for your training, giving your cheek a little squeeze followed by a slap to see you jolt and wince. he puts it in like a wild animal, like he’s home again, and he’s getting needier, speeding his pace frenetically, like a humping dog.

“ah, fuck,” he grunts, holding onto your waist, hips and gripping onto the flesh like he’s deprived, like he’s already away. and your face is buried onto the sheets, messy hair, sweat, drool, moans and whines stumbling their way upon leaving your throat. “‘m gonna put a, a ring on yer finger,” he starts, pausing to pound harsher, his voice is getting weak. “be my little army wife,” he smirks proud at the thought. “then, ‘m gonna put a baby in ya, won’t have to leave ya.” and you’re processing his words with a slight delay, putting your hand over his v-line from the back, trying to make him slow down without saying a word, but he doesn’t, he speeds up, he goes harder and deeper, because he knows you get quieter and dumber after he meets your dirty spot, kissing your cervix once or twice when he slips in. getting sloppier, messier, he grabs your hair and messes with it lazily, engraving the feeling of your head on his hand, dominating you, and he’s memorizing every curve and every texture on your body, pushing your back down with one hand effortlessly, arching your ass even more, breaking your spine in half as he leans down, crotch rummaging skin against skin, it’s dirty, it’s impure. “wan’ that, sweetheart?” and you moan hums and whines at him. “good, gonna leave l-lots of ma cum in ya,” he groans, chuckling. “‘n come back with ya pregnant with our baby.” and you clench at the thought, he laughs at you, slopping the pace as he’s almost there, but you’re the first one to go.

“i’m gonna miss you, s-so much, toji.” you make it out effortfully, squirting onto his cock for the thousandth time as he keeps fucking you into the orgasm, a white ring forming on the base of his cock, he’s pressing against your cervix now and it’s dilated. toji leans over and breathes onto your ear, groaning as he’s listening to your heartbeat.

“i’ll be back, baby, gonna think of ya every day.” he whispers, holding your hair in his hands, out of your face, kissing your neck and pounding once or twice before he empties his cum inside of you, and it’s more than usual, it’s warm and it’s stuffing your belly out. toji moans once, and it’s more vulnerable, quite contradicting his army image, but it’s hot, and before he finishes unloading it, he leans back, staring at your body taking it like the good girl he trained. toji leaves one last groan before slowly taking his cock out and watching his white seed ooze out of your pussy, but he’s immediately pushing it in with his cock again, not even being able to enter inside again from how sensitive and tight you were. he pulls out again, and lets his fingers fuck the rest of the cum in you, waiting for it to go all the way into your womb, as you moan in relief, shaking your ass a little at him once he’s leaving you empty again. “we gonna have to do this again once ‘m back since y’er on those pills.”

“i’m not taking the pills, toji.”

. . .

well, at least his uniform didn’t get dirty.

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Safest with You - Ch. 16 (The Matchup)

8.4K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din comes out of retirement for an unsanctioned boxing match.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Poe is Poe, light violence (non-graphic), boxing match physicality described (by someone who doesn't really know anything about boxing), some machismo and testosterone fueled talk, allusion to thigh riding, semi public sex, established relationship, oral (m receiving), light face fucking, unprotected PiV, recorded sex, panty gag, dirty talk, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), degradation (slut/whore; affectionate), Paz and Din each give reader a little boost/lift once, reader wears a dress.

A/N: Oof! The word count on this one really got away from me - mainly cause it got dirty as heck at the end 🫥 Hope the tension between the clans comes through even though this primarily devolved into filth🤞🏻 And if anyone is wondering, my hc for Al's attack command is "Dracarys" 🤭🤭 Dividers by the awesome @saradika-graphics 🥰

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(I think this is my favourite chapter I've written �� It used to be The Drycleaner, now I think it's this one.)

“Pretty bird, everything will be okay.”

It seems like unretiring is all the rage these days.  First, with the amount of time Din’s been spending working with the Mandos to help contain the recent unrest, you basically consider him to have unofficially unretired. And now this: an unsanctioned boxing match.  You could kill Poe.

There had been a commotion brewing outside Mando’s when you approached with Al earlier this afternoon.  From a few blocks away, you saw two men facing off, speaking aggressively - the tension in their body language evident even from a distance.  Flanking each man were several others, posed to jump in if the confrontation went beyond words.  Once closer, you realized that one of the men having words was Poe and the people standing behind him were Paz and Din - the faces of all three men furrowed and serious.

Remembering what Paz had once said about how he and Din used to have to bail out Poe’s big mouth, you wonder if that’s what’s happening now.

When Din sees you, he takes out his phone and sends off a quick text: Go inside please, pretty bird.

You nod when you see the message and head straight for the side door entrance to Din’s place; you’ve almost got your key in the lock when you hear someone speak out, “Nice to see you again, sweetheart.”

You’re not sure where he came from, but you recognize the slimy sneer of one Gorga Hutt right away.  He’s walking towards you without any heed to the situation playing out only a few meters away; from the corner of your eye you see Din turn, ready to come and intervene, but you’ve got this.  You’ve just come from Peli’s and listened sympathetically as she ranted about the recent attack of vandalism on her shop, you were not in any mood to tolerate men who enjoyed attempting to intimidate a woman.  Whispering the trained command into your dog’s ear, you hold on tight to the leash as Alfredo goes absolutely bonkers, snarling and snapping his jaws while growling viciously.  The effect is instantaneous – Al’s booming barks silence whatever is happening between the men in front of the gym, and Gorga quickly rejoins them, forced to walk backwards as you advance, holding taut the leash that’s being pulled by your attacking dog.  When you step to Din’s side, you pull up and lean down to pet Al’s head, whispering the stop command he so perfectly learned; and just like that, Al stops barking and sits, the only noises from him are happy pants as he absorbs your praise and ear scratches.

Wordlessly, you give Din a kiss on the cheek and turn to go upstairs to the apartment like you had originally planned.  As you get to the front door you hear:

“If only Mando’s boxers had that kind of attack in the ring.”

“Fuck you.” 

Poe’s incredulous response is the last thing you hear before the door closes behind you.  Upstairs, heart still pounding, you focus on getting Al fresh water and giving him soothing pets to help him calm down.  The attack command was one that you had worked hard on with your trainer, but you rarely use it (if ever), because of the stress it puts the dog under.

Din enters the apartment half an hour later to find you and Al snugging on the sofa, your face buried in the soft neck scruff of your dog while he rests his snoozy head on yours. 

“Hey pretty bird, you and Al okay?”

“Mhhmmmm,” you mumble, face full of fur.  You feel the couch dip near your head as Din sits down and then you feel his big rough hands start to gently stroke your hair; you’re positive Al is getting the same treatment.  When you look up, you’re stunned to see that Din has the beginnings of a swollen lip and a little cut near the upper left corner of his mouth.

“Din!” you immediately sit up and scramble into his lap to check the rest of him over.

“I’m okay, baby, don’t worry.  This,” he points to his lip, “is friendly fire.  Courtesy of an overexcited Poe.”

“Geez Louise,” you shake your head, “but it ended with fists, whatever was going on downstairs?”

Sighing, Din leans back and presses the heel of his palms to his eyes, “As it often does when Poe gets feisty.”

Apparently, when Poe had pulled up to the gym today, he had spotted two lower-level Hutt family members milling around on the same block, seemingly doing nothing.  Tensions running high from the recent incidents of mischief, Poe had accused them of having less than innocent motives for hanging out where they were.  The shouting match escalated to where a few Mandos had come out from the gym to see what was happening and a few Hutts had driven up to back up their brethren.

Then, apparently, Poe had been likened to a chihuahua whose only useful purpose was to “use his yap” to summon his guard dogs, which had set off a string of verbal diatribes where Poe, defending his little chihuahua honour, had disparaged the physical prowess and effectiveness of the Hutt family’s own “dogs” and the lackluster success of their business ventures.  Being Poe, he needled in on the Hutt’s inability to produce any serious contenders on the boxing circuit recently, a known sore spot for the Hutts.  This led to a proverbial pissing contest where Hutt and Mando’s past and current fighters were compared, more insults were thrown, eventually escalating until the Hutts decided that they would very much like to demonstrate some of these fighting skills that they were being accused of lacking.

You had shown up and left right before things had gotten physical.

A short fisticuffs then ensued where the main challenge for Din and Paz had been holding Poe back and making sure he didn’t get beat; an errant swing from Poe when Din had pulled him away to avoid an incoming punch was responsible for Din’s swollen lip. 

By now, you’ve retrieved a little bag of ice and are holding it up to Din’s lip as he tells you how it all ended.  While still struggling in Paz’s arms, Poe had spit out a challenge: any fighter from Mando’s gym could take on the Hutt’s best fighter, weight class or fight experience be damned.  Gorga had sneered, ‘Any?’ before proposing a bout between the Hutt’s current top fighter and Din, knowing that it’s been years since Din fought professionally.  Caught up in his own pride and that of the Fetts and Mando’s, Poe had shook on it.

You’re in shock.  You don’t even know anything about the other fighter, but you can’t imagine it’s fair to pit someone who’s in the prime of their career against someone who hasn’t seen the inside of a competitive ring for years, no matter how good of a fighter they are. 

“How are you so calm about this?” you’re already filled with anxiety and worry.  Din takes the bag of ice from you and sets it aside, raising your hand to his lip, he gives your knuckles a few ginger kisses.

“Pretty bird, everything will be okay.  It’s a fight.  It’s nothing I haven’t done before.  I’ll train, I’ll fight, I’ll win.  Sure, it might be harder or different than it used to be, but I’ll train harder, fight harder, win harder.  My body knows how to do this.”

That’s true, you suppose.  Din’s in excellent shape, it’s not like his body’s been languid and idle; he’s not starting from square one, he just has to remind his body what it needs to do to win.  “Okay,” you breathe, “so we train.”  Din smiles and repeats back to you, “We train.”

And train he does.  Over the next several weeks, Din’s regimen is strict - his daytime work at the gym is replaced with physical training: cardio for endurance, weights for strength, sparring with each and every boxer at Mando’s to keep his technique on its toes.  He’s given some reprieve from any nighttime security duties so he can get the rest his body needs, and for this you’re infinitely grateful.

Sadly, you have to stop baking sweet treats for the gym, but instead, spend your time in the kitchen making high protein and carb-based meals to help Din bulk up and stay lean.  You bemoan whenever a little bit of his soft tummy disappears.  You and Al practically move in during this time so that Din stay focused, but mainly so you can take care of him; you suspected that with all the training and prep for the match, Din would neglect proper self care at the end of his tiring day.  After a long day of training, you make sure he takes long soothing baths to relax and soothe his overworked muscles, and not just short showers to get cleaned quickly.  When you start to notice that Din’s daytime showers are leaving his hair dry from the constant shampooing, you bring over your expensive salon-quality hair care products and condition his locks and massage in hair masks all while he lays in the steaming water, eyes closed with his head on your chest.  After you dry him off, Din grinning the entire time you very meticulously rub him down, you’ll wrap the towel low on his hips and shoo him to the bedroom with instructions to lay facedown on the bed.

Lathering him up in massage oil, you push and pull at the long lines of his muscles, working out the tension and kneading his knots, victorious when you feel him melt under your firm and loving touch.  You work your nimble fingers down the strong, corded muscles of his arms and the broad expanse of his back, paying extra attention to where his smooth skin dimples at the base of his spine.

You work diligently and attentively as you straddle his bare ass, and though your intentions are altruistic, inevitably, Din will feel your wetness even through the slippery oil you’ve massaged over his backside.  That’s when he’ll catch you off guard - flipping you over and pinning you beneath him with the weight of his body within the cage of his strong arms.

Some nights you’ll let him win, allowing him to smirk, “Your turn, pretty bird,” before giving him access to your body and letting him pull the most delicious orgasm from you with his talented mouth and fingers.  As a follow-up, he rails you face down into his mattress, leaving you crying and drooling as you come, fluttering around his cock before he paints your walls white.

Other nights, you’ll gently scold him before slowly rolling him back onto his front and climb back on top of him, continuing to massage his overworked body with your hands - pressing and warming his muscles under your skilled fingers as you grind yourself down on the back of his thigh until you come.  Then, and only then, will you let him roll onto his back, just so he can watch you sink your dripping wet cunt down onto his weeping cock and ride him until you both see stars.

The night of the fight finally arrives and you think you and Poe are more nervous than anyone else.  It’s not that you doubt Din’s skill or fighting prowess, you’re just anxious knowing there’s some Hutt in the building whose sole goal tonight is to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.  You’re in the back hallways of the venue where you first met Greef and Jimmy many months ago, but this time you’re the one who led people down the hall to meet the group.  Bea and Lala are here with you tonight, to cheer on Din of course, but mainly as your emotional support; they know how much this matchup has been stressing you out.  Thankfully, as you watch Greef and Din laughing with Jimmy and Paz, and all the Mandos getting hyped for the fight, you find yourself getting swept up in their enthusiasm.

When the time comes for you to go to your seats, you sidle up to Din and gentle pull him away from the group so you can have a little privacy. 

“I’m proud of you, baby,” you whisper, lifting up on your tip toes while you pull him down with gentle hands around his neck.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Din closes his eyes, reveling in this moment of calm with you before what is certain to be a night of chaos, “Thank you, pretty bird.  Couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“You’re gonna do great, Din.  You’re my killer.”  Your lips ghost his and Din sucks in your breath, pulling you closer with his wrapped hands spread wide across your lower back, “… and when you win…”

“You gonna give me a prize, sweetheart?” Din smiles against your mouth.

You nod into his mouth, “… I’ll let you take your prize right in this locker room here.”  The two of you both glance at the door next to you before reuniting your lips for a deep, searing kiss that manages to simultaneously reassure and ignite an electrical current within you.

“Hey!  Save that for after the fight!” yells Greef.  You and Din break apart with a chuckle and you leave him with a “Good luck, killer!  I love you!” blowing him a kiss before taking off down the hall with your friends and Paz.

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The roar of the crowd is deafening.  Despite this being an unsanctioned match, spectators have showed up in droves - drawn in by Din’s celebrated fight history, the underlying clan rivalry, or both.

When Din and the contingent from Mando’s make their ring entrance, the noise level crescendos; you hold on tight to Bea and Lala’s hands and catch Paz’s eye with your own, shining bright with pride as you cheer loud.  Somehow Din discerns your voice over the clamour and as he passes your row looking calm and formidable, he finds you and his eyes soften just long enough to throw you a wink before settling back into a steely glare.  Jimmy, on the other hand, follows behind Greef all pumping fists and testosterone fueled howls.  He hypes up the crowd even more, reaching in to fist bump you and the girls before accepting a hair tousle from Paz’s long reaching arm.

The crowd remains loud but slightly more subdued for the entrance of Din’s opponent, Rotta Hutt.  He’s young, around Jimmy’s age, but way bigger than both Jimmy and Din.  He’s Din’s height if not taller, with most of his heft on display as a wall of muscle in the upper half of his body.  His arms are tree trunks.  His face is impassive but you spy a small curl of a sneer framed by his clean-shaven jaw; all of this topped with a mop of blond hair swept over the front of a high forehead.  He looks… sturdy and you can’t help but recoil a little in your seat when you recognize the same sluggish look that you find is common among the Hutts that you’ve met.  Lala and Bea both make faces that clearly indicate where their loyalties lie.  Paz points out Rotta’s coach who’s walking close behind the boxer, hands on the boy’s shoulders, whispering in his ear, “That’s Ziro Hutt.  He’s a piece of shit.  Guarantee you he’s telling Rotta to fight dirty and pull some illegal moves on our boy since it’s an unsanctioned fight.”

You look at Paz with alarm, but he’s grinning, “Don’t worry, Lil’ Lady.  Din’s got that punk’s number.”

As the fighters go to their respective corners for last-minute pep talks, your gaze shifts over to the crowd on the other side of the ring where you see a continent of Hutts that includes Gorga and his usual lackies.  They’re amped and you can feel a sinister charge to the energy emanating from that side of the room. 

The fighters and their coaches meet in the middle of the ring with the referee as is customary before the coaches retreat back to their corners for the start of the match, but before that happens, all hell breaks loose.  You see Din’s face curl into a snarl before he lunges for Ziro, shoving the slimy man right in his chest with a force that knocks him into the ground; Rotta attempts to retaliate with a punch to Din’s head, and then it’s just a flurry of bodies: the ref trying to get in between, Greef pulling Din off Rotta, Ziro somehow getting up and mixing right back in.  The Hutts on the other side of the ring are up on their feet, jeering, some even advancing towards the ring.  Paz is on his feet and you see the rest of the Mandos do the same from their seats peppered throughout the stands.

The ref directs everyone back to their corners; you see Greef wrangling Din, turning him to face his corner stool before giving him a little shove in that direction.   You don’t know what happened but you know Din must have been provoked; he can’t start the fight in this uncontrolled rage, it won’t fare well if he’s not in a calm, focused mindset.  You make your way ringside and reach up, finger tips brushing gently on Din’s arm.

What you didn’t know is that right before the ref was about to send the coaches back to their corners, Ziro had sneered to Din, “When you lose, how about that pretty girl of yours come spend the night with a fighter that isn’t past his prime?  Someone who has some stamina?”

Din was still seeing red that that asshole even mentioned you, seething with adrenaline fuelled protectiveness.  And possessiveness.  His chest is still rising with each heavy breath, agitation rolling over his entire body in waves; he’s barely registering Greef’s words about calming down, when he feels a soft warmth on his arm.  He looks down and it’s you.  You with your soft smile and pretty eyes, exuding calm and sweetness.  Instantly, his breathing evens and his heartrate slows. 

“Hey pretty bird, things are getting crazy,” he gives you a little lopsided smile, as if the two of you are the only people in this building, your presence drowning out all the outside noise for him. 

You laugh and Din feels his muscles release some tension just at the sound; it’s too awkward for him to lean down and kiss you, but you reach up with both hands and grab on to his wrists, bringing his gloves down so you can lift up and kiss them.  A good luck smooch to each, leaving a lipstick imprint of your perfect lips on each.  Din grins at you.

“Now when you hit that idiot, it’ll be from the both of us,” you chuckle, and again, it’s like there’s no one else here – just you and Din alone in this yelling crowd, eyes and ears only for each other, “Din, don’t let them get in your head, they don’t want you thinking straight cause they know you’re smarter than all the Hutt braincells combined.  Focus and save your energy, killer.”

“You got it, pretty bird,” he flashes you a devastatingly handsome smile, the one that makes your stomach drop every time and tonight’s no exception, you mouth “Love you” before walking backwards to your seat, never breaking eye contact with your man as he mouths it back.

By the time the ref calls the fighters back to the centre of the ring to touch gloves, Din’s back to his steely cool self, focused and calm - ready to take on the world.  He looks so fucking good, the lights shining off his broad shoulders, the strong lines of his muscles flexing and pulsating with each breath.  You mourn the loss of his soft stomach, but suppose if you have to live with this harder trunk of an upper body, you will.  You sigh and Bea leans over to tell you that you’re drooling a little – you giggle out loud.

The ref announces, rather than requests, that it will be a “nice clean fight”; Din and Rotta touch gloves and with a ding the fight starts.

For the first few rounds, you’re learning Rotta’s fighting style and you know Din is doing the same, getting a feel for the younger man’s style, ticks and weaknesses.  Rotta’s light on his feet for someone so big, but Din is faster.  Though Din is older and the frame that he has to move is just as large, his experience in the ring has his muscles well trained, his moves executed by memory alone.  Din anticipates where Rotta will be before Rotta even knows, and his body just follows.

It’s clear by the third round that Rotta favours a right hook, which Din finds easy enough to deflect and more than once is able to combine this knowledge with the Mando roll to devastating effect.  You cheer loudly when you watch Din extend his long right arm in a precisely landed cross punch, retracting it lightning fast with grace as Rotta staggers backwards. 

Where Rotta is a threat is his sheer power - pound for pound, punch for punch, he’s Din’s match.  His size and bulk have the potential to inflict real damage, if Din wasn’t the overall better fighter – Din’s experience and technique are too well honed; Rotta is consistently caught off guard by Din’s moves, and his own in response are amateurish and predictable.  And he’s getting tired - the Mando Roll is making quick work of him.  Poe was right – the Hutt's best boxer couldn’t hold a candle to a Mando’s boxer, certainly not this one. 

By the time the 8th round starts, Rotta is getting frustrated, and as Paz predicted, has started fighting dirty.  He’s pushing and shoving Din into the ropes and attempting to hold him, anything to stall the fight and prevent Din from getting in the combinations that would surely finish him off.  When Rotta barrels head first into Din’s chest, wrapping his arms around Din’s torso and starts to punch his lower back, you’re on your feet and screaming for the foul call before the ref even blows his whistle.  You’re seething - that dirty cheat!!  Rushing over to where Din is drinking from his water bottle, you reach up and touch his leg to get his attention.  He grins immediately upon seeing you, calming your heart a little. 

“You look like you’re going to kill someone, pretty bird,” laughs Din, his voice once again drowning out all the external noise so that it’s just you and him again.

“That neanderthal is going to get it from me if he doesn’t stop with all his dirty shit,” you hiss, though your eyes remain all adoring for Din.  Even when sweaty from head to toe, the impressive cut of his body still takes your breath away.  Fuck, he’s hot. 

“Sounds like I'd be doing him a kindness by knocking him out, then,” grins Din, and the two of you smile at each other dopily, sharing in your little jokes while the crowd around you gets more and more riled up.

“I wish I could reach you,” you lament, pouting.

“Let me help,” Paz has appeared right behind you, no doubt to provide some encouragement for his friend.  With your permission, he crouches and wraps his arm around your calves, and after you’ve steadied your hand on his shoulder, he boosts and deposits you so you’re sitting on the edge of the ring.  You don’t know how much time you have before the match starts again; wasting no time, you reach through the ropes and grab Din’s face, pulling him towards you so you can kiss him through the slit.  The kiss is hard, heady and messy, but it’s exactly what you and Din both need.  “Put him out of his misery, killer!” you shout back as you jump down, sending Din a wink before leaving him, Paz and Greef to talk shop.

When the fight resumes, Din quickly finds that he’s had enough.  The younger boxer isn’t stopping with the illegal moves, starting to throw elbows and attempting to kick.  Clearly on the advice of his uncle, Rotta has foolishly decided that if he can’t win fairly, then he will do everything he can to frustrate Din, be it by stalling the fight, attacking him illegally, or messing up Din’s focus like his uncle did at the start of the match.  No doubt hoping Din will finally make a mistake and open himself up to a late attack.

After Din gets in two quick jabs that Rotta isn’t fast enough to evade, Rotta staggers back, eyes unfocused, and when he shifts forward again, he spits out, “Your girl is real pretty.”

Din ignores him and hits Rotta square in the jaw with a blinding cross.

Swaying to the side, Rotta doesn’t know when to quit, “She’d look even prettier with my cock in her mou-”

You think you actually hear the sound that Din’s upper cut makes when his glove hits Rotta's chin.  The crowd silent as the crushing power of Din’s fist reverberates through the layers between it and his opponent's jaw, the unmistakable sound of bone being crushed rings through the venue.

It’s only with the resounding thud of Rotta’s body hitting the floor of the ring that the crowd reawakens, screaming at an ear-splitting volume - some for the loser to get up, and others in victory.  Din looks animalistic, still bouncing on his feet and panting, as if waiting for Rotta to get up.  Rotta is not getting up. 

After Din is declared the winner of the fight, arm raised high by the ref while still towering over the unconscious body of his opponent laying at his feet, he’s smartly ushered off to the locker room by Greef and Paz.  Not that Din's the type to gloat and boast in an unsportsmanlike manner (Poe doing enough of that all on his own at the moment), but the mood in the arena is incendiary at the moment, clearly you’re not the only one that thinks getting out of here is a good idea.  That doesn’t stop Din from reaching into your row as he goes by and pulling you in hard by the waist for a bruising victory kiss.  In his arms for only a few moments before he has to go, Din lifts you off your feet – his own little trophy to show off as you gaze down at him in adoration, mouthing, “I’m proud of you.”

You and the girls chat excitedly with Bo and Mayfeld as you practically skip back down the back hallway towards where some of the other Mandos and people from the gym are celebrating.  Leaving your friends in the capable hands of the Mandos, you sidle past Jimmy who’s standing guard and give him a cheeky grin before you push open the door to the locker room where Din’s currently showering.

When Din steps out of the shower, he’s only mildly surprised to find you there, sitting casually with your legs up on a bench, back against the lockers, strolling through your phone like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to be in a men’s locker room.

Looking up, you feel your heart nearly stop at the sight before you: Din’s looking at you with a devilishly handsome smile, hair still wet from the shower, which he’s lazily toweling off.  Another towel hangs loosely over his hips, leaving his massive chest uncovered; droplets of water clinging to the bare expanse of his torso and glisten like tiny diamonds.  His arms, loose after his fight, still look powerful even when relaxed, thick muscles corded under his smooth skin.  He’s a fucking snack.

You want to climb him like a tree and sink your teeth into his skin; it's not an imagined ache that has you suddenly desperate to feel any and all the muscles in his arms, chest, legs, flex against your pussy while you ride them until you cry.

Spacing out with what must be a look of pure lust written all over your face, you start when Din’s deep baritone cuts through your horny thoughts, “What are you doing here, pretty bird?”

Beckoning him over to you with a curl of your finger, you smile coyly, and when he’s within arm’s length reach, you hand him your phone, “Come collect your prize, killer.”

Looking at you, then back to your phone with a confused expression on his face, Din cocks an eyebrow at you quizzically.

You plant your legs on either side of the bench and reach up and grab onto Din’s hips, guiding him towards you so he’s stands in front of you, similarly straddling the bench.  Looking up at him with an innocent doe-eyed expression, you coo, “Let’s make a video, daddy.”

Din’s eyes widen; the two of you had discussed making a sex tape before, but made no concrete plans on when you would film one - apparently, you want to memorialize him claiming his prize for winning the fight.  Testosterone and adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Din puffs his chest out, ready to perform.

He opens up the camera app of your phone and swipes to video mode, framing your pretty face on the screen as you smile up at him, he strokes your chin with his free hand, “Ready, pretty bird?” 

You nod - when you hear the bloop of the video starting, you dip your chin down to capture Din’s thumb in your mouth and start to suck, eyes never breaking from the camera.

“Such a good girl, here to reward your daddy.”

You smile with your lips wrapped around his thumb as you pull off Din’s towel, his cock already at half mast, bobbing out towards your face.  Din removes his thumb from your mouth and brushes your jaw with his fingers, as if to say go on.

Reaching out, you give Din’s length a few experimental strokes in your small grip before bringing him to your lips, gifting his tip a few shy kitten licks.

“Fuck, baby.”

Flattening your tongue, you run it along the underside of his cock from base to tip, lathering him up with your spit; pumping him a few more times you purr to the camera, “May I please suck your cock, Din?”

Din’s groan thunders through his chest, “Show me what you’ve got, pretty bird.”

Your mouth envelope over Din’s cock, taking as much of him as you can to the back your throat, bobbing your head slowly, giving his head a little extra lick when his tip rests between your pretty lips.  Feeling him swell and harden in your mouth, you apply a little more pressure, suck him a little harder, a little bit faster, both of your hands working the base of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Look so pretty with your mouth stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.”

You look past the camera and into Din’s eyes, lustful and blown, and decide to really give him a show.  Eyes back on the camera, you smile around Din’s dick and place your hands on his thighs to brace yourself before you start to work him down your throat.  Once he's hit the back of your throat, when you have to force yourself to push past the resistance, you gag, and you immediately feel Din’s hand fly to the back of your head, as if to provide you some reassurance or to hold you steady.  You appreciate both.  Forcing yourself to breath through your nose, you relax your throat and push yourself further down on Din’s throbbing cock, spurned on by Din’s moans echoing off the walls of the empty room.  When you finally feel the hairs at his base tickle your nose, you open your eyes and find Din staring at the screen of your camera, looking absolutely wrecked.  One hand cups and plays with his balls as you give a small hum of satisfaction, proud of taking him all the way; the combination sensation causes Din’s dick to twitch in your throat and you have to pull off, coughing, spit spilling out of your mouth.

Din pets your hair and looks at you with obsidian dark eyes, “One more time, little slut.  Wanna feel my cock right here,” and he reaches down to wrap his hand gently around the middle of your neck.

“Can you be good for daddy?”

Not trusting your voice, you nod, but Din wants more for the camera.

“Need my pretty whore to use her words.”

“Yes, daddy.  I can be good for you,” you breathe, as you open up your mouth and stick your tongue out as an invitation.

“Goddamit. You’re going to be the death of me, pretty girl,” Din taps his fat head on your tongue before feeding it slowly to you.  Once again, you use Din’s legs for stability, hugging the back of his thighs as you relax and work his length further down your throat.  A little easier this time having already opened up for him, you keep your eyes on the camera as you try to even your breathing, coaxing his dick deeper and deeper.  When he’s all the way down, Din runs his thumb gently over the column of your throat, and chokes, “Took me so deep, baby. So fucking good for me.”

Eyes watery with tears already running down your cheeks, you can only blink up at him in a daze. 

“Can I fuck you a little, bunny?” Din asks so softly. Such a distinct contrast from the lewdness of having his cock shoved down your throat, you feel his tone hit right in your core where your arousal is already starting to leak; you blink quickly to give your permission.

At first, Din is slow to thrust even a little down your throat, careful not push too much or too harshly should it hurt you; when you blink at him and let the tears rolling down your face tell him that you can take more, he holds you head firm and speeds up a little. The ensuing gulg gulg gulg noises your throat makes bounce off the walls and light up your insides - you start to roll your hips and grind your pussy down on the bench for some semblance of friction. 

When Din notices, he pulls out and leaves you gasping and continuing to rub yourself down on your seat.  Using the hand not holding the still recording phone to help wipe away your tears and spit, he chuckles, “Does my pretty slut need something between those legs of hers?”

Fresh faced and eyes bright, you’re positively strumming for Din’s touch by now.  You lean back on your elbows, bite your lower lips and whimper.  That’s apparently enough for Din, as he sits down on the bench, murmuring to himself and the camera, “What do we have up here, little bun?”  He pushes up your skirt and takes an upskirt shot of your soaked through black panties, “Looks like my little cumslut is all wet.”

He smirks as he reaches and rubs his thumb over your clit through the fabric, causing you to gasp, “Daddy!”

“I wonder if you’re just as wet under these lacy panties?” He hooks the gusset of your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt and gives a low whistle, “So fucking pretty.  Who are you so wet for, baby?”

“You!” you whine, wanting more.  Needing more.

“Who?  Is this for that other fighter?”

“No! Daddy!”

“Is it for those guys across the ring that couldn’t keep their eyes off of you?”

“No!  Din, no!  It’s only for you, please!”

“That’s right, this perfect pussy is all mine.”

“All yours, Din!  Please, oh god, please touch me…”

“Well since you asked so nice, sweetheart,” Din inhales sharply as he backs up on the bench and leans down to bring himself face to face with your dripping seam.  He hands you your phone and smirks, “Gonna need both my hands for this.”

You train the lens onto Din and frame his handsome face in the shot so that everything below the tip of his nose is hidden by your lower body; making sure you’re capturing the moment, Din gives you a wink before diving into your cunt.  He eats you like a feral animal who doesn’t know where his next meal is coming from.  Licking, sniping, and mouthing at every wave and dip of your core, then pushing your legs up by the back of your thighs so he can press even deeper into you.  You cry out and moan with abandon, your hands too occupied with holding the camera and yourself upright to stifle the noise.

“Fuck, yes, Din – fuck I love your mouth,” your screams dancing over the wet sounds coming from between your legs.  Din dips his tongue into your tight hole, fucking you with his smooth muscle while his nose bounces off your clit over and over until it’s hard and swollen.  The band beneath your belly is starting to tighten, and all the blood in your body rushes to your bottom half so you can’t hold yourself up anymore – you lay down and use all the focus and strength you have left to hold the camera steady with both hands between the valley of your breast.  You watch Din’s now dried curls bounce on the screen as he continues to tongue fuck you into another stratosphere. 

Your never ending chat of Daddy, daddy, daddy, is broken only by the high-pitched cry you let loose when Din replaces his tongue with two of his thick fingers without warning, you hiss, “Din!”  Half scolding, half in ecstasy.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbles, but you can feel him grin against your pussy; the vibration of his words shoot straight to your chest and you feel a fresh wave of slick wash down your inner thighs and Din’s wrist.

“Fucking soak me, pretty bird,” Din commands before sucking your clit into his mouth.  The sounds Din is pulling from you are obscene and downright pornographic, you sing obscenities and his name so loud they almost drown out the squelching sounds of his fingers punishing your cunt.

All it takes is for you to look down at the screen of the phone still grasp tight in your hands, take in the vigor with which Din is eating you out, his dark eyes on you as he swirls his tongue over your clit and you’re gone - arching your back off the bench and screaming, “Daddy!” as you gush all over his face.  Din continues to finger fuck you through your high, the camera held in your shaky hands capturing the soft butterfly kisses he plants all over your lower stomach while praising you, “Did so good for me, pretty girl.  My perfect little slut.”

Sighing a heavy exhale of contentment, you let Din pull you up and kiss you messily, his mouth and scruff shiny with your release.  You giggle as you taste yourself on him, putting the phone down so you can cup his face in your hands, helping him clean up even as you make more mess with your hungry open mouth kisses.

“Uh, uh,” Din tuts as he pulls away, pointing at the phone, “pick that up, bunny.  We’re not done yet.”

You do as he instructs and pick up the still recording phone and point it at Din, now standing stark naked and holding his hand out to you.  “Hang on a sec, killer,” you smirk as you pan the camera over his nude form, your mouth watering as you rake the lens over his broad frame, his bulging biceps and his taut flexed legs.  You can't help but zoom in on your favourite parts of his body: his big paw hands where his fingers are currently curling with a twinge of impatience, the little hollow dip at the base of his neck that pulsates when he swallows deeply, like he’s doing now, and his cock, throbbing and angry.

“You done, pretty bird?” Din asks with an edge.  Swinging your leg over the bench, you take Din’s hand and gasp when he spins you around quickly, pressing you flush against his back before walking you forwards with your dress bunched up around your waist and his hardness pressed against your ass.

“Liked what you saw, bunny?” he whispers against your ear, crowding you up against the sink and using his hand to lift your elbow so you’re pointing the phone at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

“Yes, Din,” you whisper, leaning back to kiss the underside of his chin.

Din drags the zipper of your dress slowly down your back so that the sleeves of your dress fall down your arms, tugging down the front and revealing your matching black bra to the camera.  “I like what I see too,” Din murmurs, as he unclasps your bra and pulls the straps down to meet your fallen sleeves, your tits falling out, nipples already hard and pointing at your reflection.  Kissing down the back of your neck, all the way down your spine, Din pulls down your panties and helps you step out of them.  When he stands back up, it’s to place the soaked lace next to the sink in front of you, before positioning you, the rest of your clothes still half on, so that you’re bending over the sink, hands braced against the front, your back arched and ass sticking out for him.

You wiggle it a little and whine, “Need your cock, Din.”

He gives you a harsh spank that’s harder than you expected, causing you to yelp as the smack echos into the shower stalls, “Daddy!”

“Get used to it, pretty bird.  Daddy’s going to get rough with you now.”

Eyes widening and meeting Din’s in the mirror, you smile and lick your lips, “What’s got you all hot and bothered, killer?”

“Some assholes thought about having you tonight.  Talked like they might have a chance with you.  Want you to walk out of this locker room with my cum dripping down your legs so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Din, everyone knows tha-” you’re cut off, breath stolen away when Din sheaths himself into you without warning, bottoming out in one smooth motion.  He doesn’t give you a moment to get used to him, just starts immediately fucking into you, driving his cock into your tight hole over and over, punching the deepest parts of you that only he can reach as he pushes all the air out of your lungs.  You close your eyes and whimper.

“Eyes open and looking in the mirror, baby.  Who’s that pretty slut?”

“Me.  Oh Din, fuck, I’m your pretty slut.”  You make sure your phone still has the entire mirror in view and that it captures the way he’s thrusting into you, every snap of hips jolting your forward so your tits bounce and your mouth is forced into an open ‘O’.

“That’s right.  All mine.  And what do you want, pretty girl?”

“Ngh—”

“Words, baby.  Not gonna give it to you until I hear you say it,” Din lays another heavy spank to your ass, watching your cheek ripple under his hand as he keeps up his grueling pace.

“Uh – fuck, Din.  I- I-, I need you to fuck me, daddy.  Fuck me so hard I feel you tomorrow.  Take me hard against this sink like a dirty whore.  Please, please, daddy, please. Uhhhhhhhh, Din, fuck me pleas-“

“Are you my prize? Is my prize for winning tonight getting to fuck a little whore in the locker room as hard as she can take it?”  Smack, smack, smack, your ass reddening as it continues to take the double punishment of Din’s pelvis rutting into you and the blows from his hard hands.

“Harder.”

“Then get louder, little whore. Want everyone in this building to hear you.”

You let loose a whine from the very back of your throat as he snaps back into you with a force that nearly knocks the phone out of your hand.  Recovering so that you don’t lose a minute of this lascivious footage, you lean and brace your free hand against the mirror while grinding your ass back, meeting every one of Din’s thrusts. 

With the way Din is fucking you - hard and unrelenting, there’s a small part of you that isn’t sure if you can take it, but the sticky mess between your legs says otherwise; you want to please him so much, so you take, take, take, and scream out for more, “Daddy, daddy, fuck!  Your cock feels so good, no one fucks me like you!”

“My. Little. Slut.”

“The only whore who take my cock this good.”

“Daddy’s going to wreck this pretty pussy.”

Din knows how much you love his dirty talk, but it’s dirtier than usual tonight.  Not fully immune to the aggression and macho bullshit that always permeates the atmosphere of these fights, tonight Din’s possessiveness has an edge, his roughness has bite.  Din’s degradation shoots straight to your cunt and your walls flutter around him as you scream in pleasure.

“Changed my mind.  Your pretty slut noises are mine too,” Din grabs your panties from where he left them next to the sink and stuffs them in your mouth; you whine a muffled sound like a wounded animal as he keeps the lacy fabric from falling out with his fingers, hooking down the corner of your mouth.

“Pretty little whore with her panties down her throat.  Good for cock and nothing else,” Din grunts right into your ear, loud enough for the camera to pick up as well.

“Mmmfffmmmm,” you cry, mouth full and unable to articulate anything as Din drags his fingers down from your mouth, giving your neck a little squeeze when he grazes his hand near the bottom of your throat.

“This throat is mine.”

His hands travel down further until they reach your breasts; he grabs and gropes you roughly before pinching on your nipples, rolling and tugging harshly, “These tits are mine.”  Your screams stifled as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you tip your head back to arch into his touch, leading Din to chuckle darkly.

“Always wanting more, my little bunny?” He drives into you even harder when you nod vigorously, eyes glassed over, cock drunk.

Din’s hands drags down your abdomen and cups your pussy. “This pussy is mine,” he growls as he starts playing with your clit.  You’re about to black out, your whole body is vibrating, nearing overstimulation – every one of Din’s dirty words nearly taking you out. 

“And she comes when I say so,” Din orders with authority into your ear.  You look at the screen of your phone that you’ve somehow managed to continue to hold upright, still filming, and stare through hazy eyes at the you in the mirror on the screen: blissed out, tits out and bouncing in time to every hard thrust of Din’s cock, mouth stuffed with your wet panties and crying out against the fabric. You plead to the Din in the mirror with your eyes.

“Come on my cock, baby,” comes the command you’ve been waiting for, and you positively wail as your walls contract and clench down hard around Din’s dick.  His arms wrap around your breasts to hold you upright, and you shudder to his stuttering thrusts, held tight and limp against Din’s chest as he pumps his spend into you - not sure how you manage to hold on to your phone as you capture every last moment of shaky footage.

Finally having the mind to press the red button to stop the recording, you place you phone down by the sink and let yourself melt back into Din, letting him pull your lacy gag out of your mouth.  He holds you close and presses soft kisses into your check, neck and lips, whispering how good you did for him, how perfect you feel around his cock, how sweet you are to let him fuck you this way.  You close your eyes and let him praise you and hold your boneless body.

Soft pledges of love and devotion are shared as Din cleans the two of you up with the towel he was using before, and as you right your lingerie and dress.  After Din gets dressed and packs up his gym bag, you share one last tender kiss before walking hand and hand to leave the locker room so you can join your friends for the after party at the bar across the street.

You open the door and slyly peek out, expecting to see Jimmy, but instead, you’re met by Greef wearing a pained expression on his face.

“Hey,” says Din, amused.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” deadpans Greef, “I’ve had to rotate every Mando off this door, none of them able to stand it for more than a few minutes.  You’re paying for everyone’s group therapy, boss.”

You giggle, feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks as you turn and hide in Din’s chest; Din is laughing as Greef walks off in a huff, and calls out, “Take it out of my winnings, Karga!”

Looking up at Din, you crinkle your nose, embarrassed, “Do you think we were really that loud?”

Din chuckles, “Maybe? I guess we’ll never know.  Oh wait,” he playfully grabs your waist causing you to squeal, “we could watch the video later and find out.”

The idea of watching your sex tape together has a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your still drenched panties and you squeeze you legs together; your actions don’t escape Din’s attention, and he whispers low in your ear, “Let’s get through the after party first, then we’ll go home and do… what do the kids call it?  Right, Netflix and chill.”

You roll your eyes jokingly, “Alright, old man,” already expecting the playful swat on your bum. Squeaking and grinning, you slip your hand back into its rightful place in Dins and tug, almost shyly, "What are we waiting for then, killer?"

Yep, Din thinks, I won.