#bras are a PAIN. i have no breasts so they just slide off my shoulders

[toonfinatic]

Seriously considering breast augmentation in the future

[lovelyjj]

💔

Having JJ as your boyfriend was exhilarating. There was never a dull moment. You loved each other with every fiber of your being. The two of you were soulmates, destined to be together. JJ brought out the best in you. JJ wanted to be a better man for you because you deserved the world. You have been dating for a while now. It was nothing short of amazing. Not only did you love each other, you wanted a future together.

Your sex life was truly unbelievable. It was mind blowing. JJ was a expert. He knew your body like the back of his hand. He always made you feel comfortable and listened to what felt good. Having sex with JJ was magical. Two people making love and enjoying each other’s company. JJ did his best to make you happy and focused on your pleasure.

The two of were in JJ’s room at the château, lounging in JJ’s bed. JJ was tracing shapes on your thigh. You were cuddling. Both of you were enjoying the peacefulness of the evening. JJ breaks the silence by saying, “I love you so much baby, so glad I have you by my side.” “I love you too,” you replied. JJ cups your face and leans in for a kiss. Your lips crush together in a messy kiss. JJ feels so lucky to have you. He feels his heart beat faster. Your stomach does little flips and you feel tingly as you make out.

JJ’s tongue slides into your mouth. Your tongues dance together as you kiss. “Need you so bad baby,” JJ pulls back a little and whispers over your lips. You smile at his words and run a hand through his hair. “Can I take this off?” JJ asks pulling at your shirt. “Yes.”

JJ removes your shirt leaving you in your lacey black bra. Then JJ takes off his shirt revealing his toned abs. You place your hands on his stomach and run your fingers over his abs causing JJ to chuckle. JJ starts to kiss your neck sucking deep purple marks onto your skin. JJ pushed your bra straps off your shoulders and unclipped it. He kissed both of your breasts and massaged them with his hands.

You arched your back pushing your boobs into JJ’s hand and let out a soft moan. “Need to be inside you,” JJ pants. You nod your head and remove your shorts. JJ slides his pants off along with his boxers. You lay on your back as JJ hovers over you. He lines his cock at your entrance. “Ready for me baby?”

“Yes.” JJ slowly entered you with a deep groan. He gives you a minute to adjust before he moves. Then JJ pulls all the way out just to slam back in. He sets a brutal pace as he fucks you deep and raw. You squeezed around him and JJ saw stars. “You feel so good,” JJ exclaimed.

JJ easily slid in and out with how wet you were. You could tell he was getting close with the way his dick was twitching. He could tell you were getting close because your walls were spasming. “I’m gonna cum,” JJ breathed.

“Give it to me,” you begged. JJ thrusted again and again as he released deep inside you. “Oh god, baby… Yes… Tiffany… Yes…” JJ yelled as he came. He continued to move through his release drawing it out.

“Who is Tiffany?” You paused absolutely shocked and sick to your stomach.

JJ freezes, realizes his mistake. His eyes widen as he processes what he just said. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Tiffany was my ex. We broke up years ago.” He looks at you with a pained expression. “Please forgive me.”

“JJ what the fuck?!” You were furious. How could he have done this to you. You thought he loved you.

JJ pulls out and puts some sweats on. He starts pacing the room. "I don't know what came over me. It was a slip of the tongue, I swear. Tiffany and I haven't been together in so long. You mean everything to me."

“Hmm,” you speak.

He stands still, running a hand through his hair in distress. "I know I messed up badly. Calling out her name while making love to you... It's unforgivable. I'm so sorry." He looks at you imploringly. "Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

“Im thinking how can you love me when your thinking about another girl. how can this happen? i thought you loved me and only me now i’m not so sure.”

His expression turns agonized. "No, no, baby, please don't think that. I love you with all my heart. Tiffany is just a ghost from my past. I never loved her the way I love you. Please, please believe me. I'm begging you."

“I’ll have to think about it.”

He nods solemnly, his heart breaking. "I understand. I've given you reason to doubt me and that kills me. Take all the time you need to think. I'll be here, hoping and praying that you'll forgive me someday. I never meant to hurt you. You're my whole world.”

You stand up and get dressed. “I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

He watches helplessly as you walk to the couch, his heart heavy with sorrow. "Baby, please... Don't do this. We can talk, work through this together. The couch is not the answer." He follows you, kneeling beside the couch.

“I think i just need some space.” You admit.

“Oh um okay, I’ll be just in the next room if you need me, again i’m so sorry,” JJ replied sadly. He never felt so guilty and ashamed.

JJ went to sleep that night thinking of ways he could prove to you he loved you and to win you back. He couldn’t loose you and that’s what scared him the most. He didn’t think he would survive loosing you.

part 2

[nanamiscocksleeve]

A Helping Mouth

Warnings: MDNI, lactation kink, mentions of motherhood, mild threesome, clit play A/n: Here it is you milk-loving sluts (said with a lot of love). Enjoy. Not really proofread.

You swiftly walk back to your office, rolling your shoulders and sighing. It had been a long day but in a very satisfying way. Returning to the office as a new mother had left you with some doubts and trepidation but as your mother had said as she waved you and your husband off into the car, it was good for everyone to spend some time away from the baby.

Your mother had sent a few photos throughout the day reassuring you the baby was fine and truthfully, you found that she was right. After nearly 3 months of maternity leave, it felt good to be back at work, talking to people your own age and teaching strategy. And the glorious joy of dressing up to go to work, in your neat office outfit, which your husband had been kind enough to buy a new dress shirt for. You had settled back into the rhythm, humming as you turned down the hallway.

Nothing could go wrong. You were wearing comfortable shapewear, your makeup and hair were neat, there was nothing that could go drastically wrong today. But as you took a step, you felt an odd tingling sensation in your breast, followed by a stab of pain hard enough to make you stop and put a hand up to the mound of flesh. No, it couldn’t be…you had pumped earlier in the morning.

But as you hold yourself, you feel the undeniable sensation of warm wetness, and when you remove your palm, see the unmistakable smudge of milk on the front of your brand-new dress shirt. You feel tears in your eyes, the new shirt your husband had brought now going to smell like milk like the rest of your ugly tees and sweats, the pain intensifying and being felt in your other breast now. You let out a small gasp and try to keep walking, hoping to make it to your office, to do what, you didn’t know. You didn’t have a breast pump here, no change of shirt, nothing. The first day back at the office was ruined, all your joy turning into embarrassment and slight defeat. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You halt as you hear your husband’s voice, unsure whether to feel relief or shy away from him. You turn to face the tall, blond, muscular sorcerer walking towards you. 

“Kento I-” You pull your hand away from your shirt and he sees the milk stains dotting your front. 

“Oh, honey.” He comes closer to pull you near him and you angle your body to prevent your milk from staining his clothes as well. 

“It hurts Kento…I’m in so much pain and…I didn’t bring a pump, or towels, or a change of clothes.” The tears spill from your eyes and your voice trembles. “I should have listened and waited a little longer to return to work.”

“Ssh. Nonsense. These things happen. I bet it happens to more mothers than you think.” He soothingly strokes your back and you try to calm down. 

“You can wear one of my shirts. Come to my office sweetie.” Kento puts a hand on your waist and starts leading you in another direction and you lean against him, praying no one sees you this way. 

“I need a bra though. These things have gotten all huge and floppy now so I can’t not wear a bra.”

 A low rumbling chuckle leaves your handsome husband’s lips. “They aren’t huge, they’re just fuller now. And I have one of your bras in my office.”

Your eyes widen, your inconvenient lactation momentarily forgotten. “Excuse me?”

“You kind of left it here by accident. Remember that time right before your delivery, you got really horny and we fucked on my desk?” Kento whispers slyly into your ear, making you blush. “It’s been in my desk drawer since then.”

“You pervert,” you manage to crack a smile. I’m shocked at this inappropriate behavior but right now, I’m willing to let it slide. Oh, thank god for the drawer bra.”

Kento leads you into his office and closes the door. As usual, you sit on his desk, the position so normal that it didn’t feel right to sit anywhere else. You wince and hold your breasts as pain stabs through them. Kento removes the buttons one by one, eyes darkening as he sees your soft flesh, the cream-colored bra also victim to your milk, leaving two round stains seeping into the cups. He licks his lips.

“Kento…” you say blushingly as you see his expression. “Stop looking at me like a starved man.”

“A starved man I am right now darling.” He lets the shirt hang off your shoulders and undoes your bra, pulling off the straps and carelessly throwing the stained garment onto his desk chair. Your lovely nipples were on full display, softly leaking little beads of creamy fluid. He languidly dips his head, making you gasp, as he draws one of the aching buds into his mouth, suckling, feeling his cock harden as the sweet fluid hits his tongue.

You moan softly, yet you’re helpless to push him away. You’d had sex in his office before, but somehow having him nurse from you felt far more intimate and taboo and you resisted, albeit very weakly. 

“Kento no…not here…” you whimper, despite feeling the wonderful release of pain along with a throb of carnal pleasure between your legs. 

“Don’t your breasts hurt?” Kento releases your nipple with a pop, milk dripping steadily from the hardened peak towards your naval. He goes to the other one, and you let out a weak cry of relief, feeling aroused yet bashful at the same time. 

“They do but…Are you enjoying this?” He lets go of your nipple, licks his lips, and looks up at you, in a trance. 

“Darling, you taste absolutely divine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to sample you?” His tongue laves the very tip of your nipple, licking a bead of milk from it, making your brain fog up in a sexual haze. 

“R-really? This? Milk?”

A low hum leaves his mouth as his lips latch onto you to suckle again, and you can’t help but cradle his head, softly playing with the beautiful hair, and whimpering as he helps you. Your free nipple, stimulated by the action on the other leaks freely, pearlescent beads flowing onto your body which he kept rubbing off with his thumb, licking it clean in between his tender sucks. 

Your pussy is wet and you can feel the slick folds gliding against each other and you squirm slightly from the attention, feeling like you might sob from the comfort of your husband’s mouth. It was so unconventional but it was helping you and the fact that he found you so appealing even when you were dripping milk felt so powerful, your inner feminine psyche purring at the knowledge. You begin to rhythmically rock your hips, getting friction between your legs.

Noticing this, Kento smoothly slips a hand under your skirt, pushing aside your soaked panties to gently rub and roll your clit. You rest your head on his shoulder, moaning quietly, feeling the promise of a very delicious orgasm building inside your belly, heat rushing towards your core, little jitters of electricity running down your spine. Kento’s name spills from your lips, your fingers tightening on the locks of blonde strands, eyes closing in ecstasy…

“Nanami, I wanted to-” All the sensation stops suddenly as Kento’s office door opens, and Kento, lips glistening with milk, glances over your shoulder to see Satoru walk in, dumbfounded. 

Gojo’s eyes widen slightly in shock, and you’re thankful your back is facing the door, torso covered by your shirt, but it was obvious what was happening. Kento’s hands deftly hold the sides of your shirt closed, pulling you closer to him. He licks his lips clean and talks in a surprisingly calm voice to Satoru.

“Gojo. Didn’t expect to see you.”

“And I would have expected you to lock the door Nanami,” Gojo says pointedly. “What’s going on here?”

Nanami’s voice becomes professional and practical within a split second, the transition amazing you. For a man who was discovered nursing from his wife, he was surprisingly composed. 

“As you’re well aware Gojo, my wife just had a baby. We might be a top Jujutsu school, but we lack a lot of facilities needed to support women returning to the workforce as mothers. I was merely helping my wife through a difficult time. Since you are not a parent, you wouldn’t be aware of how painful it is for milk to remain for too long in the breast.” Kento looks at Satoru almost defiantly as though daring the white-haired man to challenge him. 

Instead, your heart skips a beat as you hear a soft click of the door being locked, and footsteps as Satoru moves towards both of you, coming behind Kento and leaning over his shoulder to take a look. Your clit throbs in unbearable arousal, wedged against Kento’s calloused fingertips as Satoru, eyes covered by the blindfold, appraises you, before asking Kento, “Won’t it get messy if her other breast leaks freely like that?”

He gestures towards the streaks of milk on your abdomen and Kento nods. “It does.” Then he looks at you. “Honey, do you think you want extra help?”

You turn red but at the same time, the idea is appealing, turning you on even further. Kento suckling your milk was one thing, but the thought of another man also drinking your milk simultaneously was turning you on like crazy. You look at Kento and there’s no judgment in his eyes. You nod your consent and Satoru shuffles to your other side as Kento lets go of the shirt, and takes your free nipple into his hot, moist mouth.

It was exquisite, feeling your milk flow, the soft sounds of slurping filling the office as both men drank your milk like an elixir, Kento’s fingers softly rubbing circles on your engorged nub, your gasps and moans filling the air as they suckled to their heart’s content.

Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined yourself in a situation like this but it was happening and despite knowing this began as a pain relief exercise, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, body becoming a mess of pleasure as your nipples flowed freely into their eager mouths. 

“She’s so sweet Nanami,” Satoru murmurs before quickly placing his lips back onto your moistened bud. 

“Don’t hog all her milk Gojo. Remember she’s mine.” 

An urgent need grips your body as they talk, Nanami’s fingers bringing you close to the edge. The fact that they were fighting over you, over your milk, was another delightful turn-on, suckling almost competitively now, as though trying to see who could drink more from you.

Your cries become shamefully louder and abandoned, feeling the way your abdominal muscles clench, the way your pussy flutters in desperation until a hot wave of gratification hits your body like a shock, sending pulses of pleasure flowing through your body. Neither of them stop, gently nudging you through your orgasm until the last throb of pleasure vanishes away. 

Neither of them let go, however, and continue to drink from you. 

“Guys?” You tap their shoulders, and they look up at you, Kento’s whiskey eyes hazy, Satoru’s blue ones covered by the blindfold, both of their mouths still suckling relentlessly. “Shouldn’t we stop?”

At your question, it becomes obvious neither of them wants to let go. With a sigh, you lay back on Kento’s desk, folding your hands behind your head, letting them nurse, playing with their hair. If they wanted to waste an afternoon on your breasts, the least you could do was get comfortable. 

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

@actuallysaiyan @aether-seawolf

@makingtimemine @snwvie

[avrmee]

Billie Bossa Nova- Billie Eilish

Summary: Billie poses for your painting

Warnings: nudity, Smut, fingering, oral (Billie receiving)

It was a lazy afternoon in your shared home with Billie, you both were bored out of your minds but couldn't think of anything to do

You were on the couch while Billie was sitting on the floor. You legs were draped over her shoulders as she watched TV. She was lightly messaging your calfs while you played with her head.

"Baby?" Billie said breaking the comfortable silence. Her voice was soft but it had a small hint of mischief.

"Mhm" you answered lazily, your hands still scratching Billie's scalp.

"I have and idea of what we can do" She let her head fall backwards and looked at you through her lashes.

"Tell me" Your voice was still soft but you were glad Billie has an idea of what to do because you were so bored.

"You can paint me" Billie said with a small smirk. You loved the idea and instantly smiled. You have loved painting since you were a child. And quite frankly, you've gotten really good at it. It was one of the many things that Billie admired about you. She admired the fact that you could sit in the same place for hours and create a masterpiece. She was impressed by not only your skill and creativity but the fact that you could sit still for so long when you painted, given the fact that you are a very fidgety person.

"That sounds fun" you said with a big smile. You lived the idea of being able to paint your beautiful girlfriend.

"But there's a twist. You can paint me naked" Billie's smirk grew wider at the flustered look on your face.

Billie stood up from her seat on the floor and kissed your soft lips. "I'll be in you studio, baby" She whispered in your ear. The tone of her voice told you that painting her naked won't be the only things happening tonight.

You watched as she walked off to your studio. You bit your lip, unable to contain your excitement.

You got up and went straight to your studio where Billie was standing in just her lacy bra and panties. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

It's not the first time you saw Billie naked but it never failed to make your heart jump. She was beautiful.

"Do you want to help me take off my underwear?" Billie asked with a knowing smile. She always knew about the hold she has on you.

You nodded your head and grabbed her by her waist so that she was in front of you. You kissed her lips softly as you unclasped her bra and threw it somewhere in the room.

Your kisses trailed down to her throat and neck, leaving hickeys. Her soft moans were like music to your ears. You trailed your hands up and down her waist and hips before you slowly slid her panties off and tossed it to the side.

Your hands moved to Billie's thighs. Your hands were sliding up and down her soft and plush skin until you trailed you hand in between her legs.

Your fingers gently rubbed along Billie's folds, feeling how wet and aroused she actually was.

You started rubbing slow and gentle circles on Billie's clit. Your heart jumping at the sound of her soft moans and gasps. It was the most angelic sounds a person can ever hear.

"Baby" Billie whined when you pulled your fingers away from her sopping can't and instead put it in your mouth.

"Go sit on the sofa for me" You completely ignored Billie's protests and watched her sit on the small sofa in your studio. She sat with her legs parted and her breasts exposed. Her face had small pout.

She looked beautiful.

"My pretty girl" You whispered softly as you began painting. Your hands moving slowly with every brush stroke. It was slowly but surely coming together.

"You still okay, baby?" You asked softly. You tilted your head to the side to look past the canvas in front of you.

Billie was sitting still there like the sweetheart she is. Her legs still parted nicely, making you see her pulsating pussy dripping with arousal.

Billie had a pained look on her face but sat still, knowing you wouldn't do anything until you were finished with the painting.

"I'm okay" Billie replied in a soft voice. You smiled and carried on with painting the angel in front of you.

After a few hours, you were finished. You put the paint brushes down and walked towards Billie. Her legs were still parted and her brows were furrowed.

"My poor baby" You said softly as you kissed her soft lips. You kneeled down on the floor in front of her. You wanted to make her feel good.

You started kissing her plush thighs, slowly making your way to her inner thighs. Billie let out soft sighs, happy that she was finally going to get the attention she needed.

You nipped, bit and sucked on her skin. Making sure to leave kisses after every single one to sooth it.

You finally stopped right between her legs. Your breath fanning against the sensitive area.

"Please" Billie whined as she grabbed a fistful of your hair. She didn't push your face into her pussy, she was well aware that you wouldn't give her what she wanted if she did.

"Okay baby" You whispered softly and placed a gentle kiss on her clit.

Billie let out a soft whine and tightened her grip on your hair as you began to lick and suck on her pussy. Your tongue flicking and rubbing on her clit felt oh so wonderful.

You were eating her out like a starved woman and technically, you were. You haven't had a moment like this with Billie in a long while.

Billie was writhing in please as you entered your middle and ring finger into her cunt. The squelching sound was all you needed to know that Billie was about to topple over the edge.

"Cum for me baby" You said against her clit. It was all Billie needed to let the coil in her stomach snap.

Billie came with tremendous force, moaning out your name in pure ecstasy.

You rubbed her hand gently as you pulled away from her.

"You did so good, Bills" you praised her. She has always loved praise, whether it was receiving it or giving it.

"I love you" Billie said with a small smile as you picked her up. She was tired from the mind blowing orgasm.

You gently laid Billie down on your shared bed. You grabbed a damp towel and wiped of the cum, careful around her sensitive areas

You climbed In next to her and kissed her lips tenderly. "I love you more." You said with a small smile.

Sorry for not posting lately but I had the sudden motivation to write something so I hope it's fine.

I wrote it in a rush

HAVE A NICE DAYYYY 🫶🏻

[slutssance]

❅ jackson joel (joel miller x fem!reader) headcanon +18

❅ Notes: thank u so much for all the support u girls gave to my arthur headcanons, i'm so grateful with every love note you have provided me <3 now I didn't want to stay behind before the end of the year and bring this as a gift for Christmas 🎄🎁 reminder, english isn't my first language!

❅ Warnings: vainilla. joel being the old man I love. he's filthy. him him only him.

Divider by: @anitalenia

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel when you slams the door open and trudge into your house, him who was already home from the Tipsy Bison, can immediately tell something's off.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel is the cutest old man ever, and a beat later you feel strong, calloused hands settle on your shoulders, and Joel's deep voice rumbles from behind you. "Hey, babygirl. Rough day, huh?"

His thumbs start kneading at the knots in your shoulders, and you can't help but let out a small groan. "Damn, that feels good". You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his. "You could say that. Everything that could go wrong today, did." You sigh, leaning back into his touch.

Joel's lips quirk up in a small, sympathetic smile. "Want to talk about it?" He asks, his voice low and soothing. "Or do you just want me to rub your shoulders for a bit?" His hands continue their ministrations, then pause for a moment on your shoulders, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your temple. "Hey, it's okay," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "You don't have to figure it out right now. How about we get you out of those clothes and into something more comfortable?"

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel starts to unbutton your shirt, his fingers deft and sure. "And then I can give you a nice, hot bath, and maybe a massage? I know how to work out those knots in your back." His lips curl into a small smirk. "And if you're feeling up to it later, I can think of a few other ways to help you relax..."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel starts laughing when you said. "Baby... You don't need to...". "Shh, princess," he murmurs, pressing another gentle kiss to your temple. "Let me do this for you. You've had a shitty day, and I want to make it better."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel starts to unhook your bra, his fingers deft and sure. "Let's get this off, okay? Maybe that'll help a little." He slips the straps down your shoulders and lets the bra fall to the floor, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against your back. "Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you, princess. I'm right here." He turns you around to face him, his hands cupping your face gently. "Look at me," he says softly, his blue-green eyes locked on yours. "I know you're in pain, and I hate seeing you like this. But I'm here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel leans in and presses a soft, tender kiss to your lips, his beard tickling your skin. "I love you," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. "I'm sorry I can't take the pain away, but I can be here with you. I can hold you and kiss you and make you feel good, if that's what you need."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel almost cry when you said. "Can you suck them? Your girls missed you". His eyes darkening with desire at your request. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans, his hands tightening on your hips. "You know just what to say to drive me crazy, don't you?"

He leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. "I'd love nothing more than to worship these perfect tits with my mouth," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "To taste your skin and feel you melt against me."

His hand slides down to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple. "I'm going to take such good care of you," he promises, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good, princess. I swear."

He leans down and captures your nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. His hand massages your other breast, fingers plucking at the nipple. He sucks and licks and nips, driving you crazy with pleasure. "You taste so fucking good," he groans, his voice muffled against your skin. "I could do this for hours."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel switches to your other breast, his teeth scraping gently over the sensitive bud. "I could play with these perfect tits all night," he groans, his hand sliding down your stomach to tease at the waistband of your panties. "I could make you come just from this."

He nips at your nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue. "But I want to taste you," he whispers, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric of your panties. "I want to make you come on my tongue."

He kisses his way down your body, his tongue dipping into your navel. "I'm going to eat this sweet pussy until you're screaming my name," he promises, his fingers tugging your panties down your legs. "And then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be feeling it for days."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel settles between your thighs, his breath hot against your already wet folds. "Is that what you want, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "Do you want me to eat this pretty pussy until you come all over my face?". "Fuck, princess," he groans, his hand still wrapped around his shaft. "You want me to fill up that tight little pussy, don't you? Want to feel me stretching you open?"

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel pushes you down onto the bed, crawling over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he commands, his hands pushing your thighs apart. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

He settles between your legs, his cock nudging against your slick folds. "Shit, you're so wet," he groans, his hips rocking against you. "I bet you've been dreaming about my cock all day, haven't you? Dying to feel it inside you.

"Fuck, babygirl," he growls, his hips surging forward. "That's it. Tell me how much you need my cock. How much you need me to fill you up."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel pushes into you, his thick shaft stretching you open. "Shit, you feel so good," he pants, his hands gripping your hips. "So fucking tight and wet for me."

He starts to move, his hips snapping against yours as he drives into you. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to pound into this tight little pussy until you're screaming for me."

He leans down, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of your neck. "You want my cum, don't you?" he growls, his hips never slowing. "You want me to fill up this perfect cunt with my seed. Mark you as mine.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. "Come for me," he demands, his thumb circling the sensitive bud. "Come on my cock, princess. Let me feel you tighten around me."

He fucks you harder, the bed creaking beneath you. "I'm close," he pants, his balls tightening. "Shit, I'm going to cum so fucking hard. I'm going to fill you up, sweetheart. Pump you full of my seed until it's dripping out of you."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel thrusts into you harder, the bed creaking beneath you. "Fuck, I'm close," he groans, his balls tightening. "I'm going to cum so fucking deep, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up, make sure my seed takes."

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. "Come with me," he pants against your lips. "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel you tighten around me as I pump you full of my cum."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel lets out a primal roar as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. "Fuck, yes!" he shouts, slamming into you one last time. "Take my fucking cum, sweetheart!"

His cock throbs and pulses as he shoots his hot seed deep into your waiting womb, coating your insides with his potent release. He grinds against you, making sure every last drop takes root, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum.

"Shit, that's it," he pants, his forehead pressed to yours as you both ride out the aftershocks of your intense orgasms. "Mine, mine, mine."

(◍•ᴗ•◍)૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა jackson!joel pulls you closer, his hand cupping your breast. "Rest now, my love," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "Let your body absorb my seed, let it take hold. I'm here, and I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what." He kisses your temple softly. "Sleep now, princess. You've earned it."

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

[thornsnvultures]

making time

Bucky Barnes x plus size!fem!Reader

summary: Bucky takes advantage of a slow work day to bend you over your desk.

cw: 1.1k words, 18+, Bucky has a filthy mouth, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, (spoiler: twist ending 👀, dad!bucky)

a/n: written for @buckybarnesevents connect 4 june-iverse. the prompt I used for this one was my #3 "co-workers". I seem to have a problem with not not putting a twist on the prompt lol sorry 😅 moodboard by me, divider by @/saradika

The click of your office door locking behind you sends a thrill down your spine. There's not much time. Minutes is all Bucky has to show you how much he needs you.

It's not often the two of you get time alone. Always busy, always making sure the Boss is happy. Your workload is constantly overflowing. But right now it's just you and him and he's not wasting any time.

You moan Bucky's name into his ear when he lifts you up and knocks the papers on your desk to the floor.

"Hope those weren't important," he says as he trails hot wet kisses down the column of your neck. You know he doesn't give a damn about any papers when he's tugging your shirt up and over your breasts, only lifting his mouth from your supple skin for a moment to remove the offending article.

His hands cover your breasts, cupping and squeezing them through the lace of your bra, the one he knows you wore just for him, just to tease him.

"Fuck, you're so perfect."

Bucky tugs back the lace to swirl his tongue around the your nipple, the bud tightening from the cool air and his hot tongue on your skin.

"Please," you whine as he rocks his bulge against your core. He's got you pinned to your desk under his weight and you can barely move but your hips move in time with his thrusts, desperate for him to fill you. "Bucky, I need you. Hurry," you tug at his hair when he bites at your breast, gasping from the pain and feeling your panties growing stickier with your need at the same time.

"I know, sweetheart. I know," his hands run down your sides giving your tummy a squeeze before tugging the hem of your skirt up your soft thighs until it's bunched up around your waist. He doesn't bother taking your soaked panties off all the way, his movements too hurried to care if they make it to the floor.

You're looking up at him as he stares down at your pussy, creamy and pulsing, waiting for him to spread you open.

"Such a pretty pussy," Bucky slides two thick fingers through your folds, up and down, lightly nudging your clit until you're gasping and twitching. With your legs trapped and pushed up towards your shoulders, Bucky pounds his fingers in deep. The gooey sound of your pussy alone nearly pushes you over, but it's the way Bucky twists his fingers, curling them up against the roof of your cunt that sends you over the edge.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Need you dripping so you can take this fat cock."

It takes everything in you not to scream when you release over Bucky's hand. You've surely made a mess of your desk below you, but all you care about is having him inside you.

"Now, Bucky, please," you sob. "I need it."

"Shh, I got it right here for you, baby."

Bucky pops open his pants, releasing his cock from its confines. His pumps the shaft once, twice, a bead of precum pooling at the tip before tapping it on your clit. You jump from the light touch and a moment later Bucky's lining himself up with your quivering hole, pressing the bulbous tip in slowly.

"Fuck, look at you, sucking me in so good. Such a hungry little pussy. You gonna take it all, sweetheart?"

You can't speak, just frantically nodding, mouth open wide as Bucky slides in, inch by inch. By the time he's bottomed out he's leaning over you, pressing your legs deeper into your chest so he can kiss you, his hips grinding into you, making himself at home in your cunt. Because it is his home. He belongs there.

"Fuck me, Bucky. Please," you use what little air you have left in you to beg him to move, clawing at his still clothed shoulders.

He gives you one last kiss on your forehead before absolutely pummeling you with his cock. Harsh slaps filling the room as he slams into you, pushing you up your desk with every thrust.

Bucky holds you down, keeping you still with one hand while the other works your clit until you're at the edge again.

"This creamy little pussy is all mine," he growls. You frantically nod your head as his thumb circles your clit. "Mine to use whenever I want. Yeah?"

"Yes! Yes, all yours," you gasp.

"Then come for me. Come on my cock, baby."

Bucky quickly covers your mouth before you let out the shout you can't hold back any longer and you scream into his palm. You can feel him deep in your guts, pulsing and grinding his own shuddering release deep in your core.

Bucky pants above you, sweat sliding down his temple. You keen as he eases out of you, his seed following not long after in thick globs that trickle out of you and land on your desk. Another thing to clean, but you can't find it in you to care.

Your legs are still spread wider open on your desk, you're too gelatinous to move at the moment. Bucky bites his lip, taking in the sight of you used and sated as he grabs some tissues from a box on your desk and cleans you up. Bucky tosses the soiled tissues and helps you shimmy your skirt back into place before giving your ass a firm tap.

"Better?," Bucky asks as you sit up, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala bear.

"Mm-hmm," you sigh into his kiss as he cradles your head in his hands. "Just what I needed."

"I know when my baby's stressed."

You smile at Bucky and lean in for another kiss when someone bangs on your office door.

"Mom! Are you in there? I can't find dad and I want a corndog!"

You collapse against Bucky's chest and groan.

"Next time we're getting a hotel room," you rub your face into Bucky's solid chest.

"Mom!"

"You heard the Boss, you're on corndog duty," Bucky chuckles pointing his thumb towards the door.

"I'm coming!," you shout, rolling your eyes at Bucky before hopping off your desk, your legs still buckling under you.

Bucky follows you out of the room. Your son is gone, likely waiting impatiently for you in the kitchen. Bucky walks behind you, his hands curving around your hips as you go.

"This weekend. We'll send him off to Rebecca's, get a hotel room. No. That bed and breakfast you like with the hot tub," he smirks as he whispers into your ear. "Sound good? A little vacation from all this hard work?"

"Sounds fantastic," you sigh as Bucky presses a kiss to your jaw.

"Good," Bucky gives your ass another playful smack and pushes you towards the kitchen. "Go. I'll clean up your office so you can get some actual work done."

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I sense a raise coming your way," you tease and wink at him as you walk down the hall.

[ahtae]

⚡️sparks fly⚡️

you wanted to make your time with Soobin a little more... ✨electric ✨

warnings: electricity play (muscle tensors), dom!soobin sub!reader, fingering, name-calling (sir), degradation, praise

Soobin who insists he can’t take shock play as you stick the muscle tensors onto his biceps and forearms. “It’ll be fun,” you say, pinching his cheek as you straddle on top of him. “Besides, you become weak underneath me anyway, this’ll just exemplify that.”

Soobin gulps, completely unprepared but willing to trust you in this. Truthfully you were right, he was nothing but a subby plaything under your touch, so this shouldn’t change much.

“Ready?” you ask, holding the remote in your hands. Soobin nods, grabbing onto your waist for support.

The second you turn it on his grip tightens around your waist. His mouth opens in a brief pained moan, before he goes quiet. Soobin's expression changes, his whole face drops — as if he's absorbing the electricity.

He likes this. It's invigorating, like he could take on the world.

Like he might eat you.

In a second, Soobin has you pinned to the bed, hovering on top of you. Your eyes grow wide.

“S-Soobin—“

“I don’t know what it is,” he pants, moaning when another shock courses through his body. “But I feel empowered,” he smirks, tongue licking over his lips. “Like I could eat you completely alive and still crave more.”

His lips skim your collarbone before digging into the flesh between your neck and shoulder. You yelp, his teeth harsh as his fingers coil harder into your wrists.

Soobin trails a finger between the valley of your breasts before tugging your shirt up and over your head. He groans, closing his eyes and leaving his mouth slack.

He twitches as he kisses your breasts. "Fuck," he whispers. "It's like all I want to do is drive into you," he groans. Soobin's long fingers pop your bra hook, and it comes tumbling off your shoulders.

Soobin nips at your bud, licking and mouthing it until it grows into a pebble. You feel hot underneath him. Warm, smothered, and completely powerless.

His hand wraps around your neck, the heat of your blood tangling like a pipe and leaving you lightheaded. Soobin snickers, "I've always wanted to choke you out," he leans down, breath caressing the shell of your ear. "Seeing you powerless, nothing but at my mercy."

"Look at you, precious slut," he chuckles. Soobin palms your cunt through your shorts, causing you to squirm underneath him.

"Soobin, babe, please—"

"—you wanted this didn't you?" he asks, quipping an eyebrow and tightening his grip on your neck. His other hand moves fluidly along your cunt. "Didn't you want me to put these on for you?" He says, gesturing to the muscle tensors.

Soobin tightens his grip again, squeezing out a groan from you. "Answer me."

"Y-yes, sir," you say.

Soobin sits up from you, and slaps your inner thighs, "Strip," he commands.

You lift yourself to sitting, avoiding eye contact with him. Your cheeks burn. Tears brim your eyes. There's not a singular thought left in your mind. You've always been the one in command, calling the shots and leading the pace. But why do you like this?

Your entire body pricks with goosebumps as Soobin watches you strip, soon removing his shirt as well.

His fingers circle your clit. Your hands fly to his forearms, clinging to the underside without the muscle tensors. Soobin groans, lowering himself and nipping at your earlobe.

Two of his fingers enter you, and you whine as they immediately make their way to the back of you, tingling your spine. Soobin's fingers slide in and out of you, jolting when the muscle tensors get too much for him.

Soon his fingers have you rocking back and forth on the bed, mouth open and completely yelling now. Soobin grabs both your arms and pins them over your head.

"You like screaming for me?" he mocks. "Fingers so big they're hitting all your little spots?"

You moan in agreement, earning a cheshire smile from Soobin.

His thumb begins to circle your clit. "You think you can take another pretty girl? Hm? Want another finger to fill you up good?"

"YES!" you scream, "God yes, PLEASE," you beg, tears starting to flow.

Soobin enters his third finger into you. "There you baby, taking all my fingers like my perfect little whore."

You moan, feeling your high building faster inside of you. Soobin curls his fingers in you, groaning and throwing his head back. You moan, legs shaking and mouth begging for him to continue.

Soobin smirks, licking a long stripe on each nipple. His fingers piston in and out so fast it has your eyes rolling. He holds your body close to him, freeing your wrist and pushing your chests together. Soobin groans, the feeling of your hard nipples and soft tits against him.

You cum so hard you bite his shoulder, screaming and legs shaking around him. Soobin continues until your body stops shaking.

"Fuck," you pant, laying back into the pillows. Soobin shoves his fingers into his mouth, licking and lapping up your juices and damn do you taste delicious.

Soobin rips off the muscle tensors, flinging them across the room. "I'm not fucking wearing those anymore," he bites. "

Don't need to, I'm gonna fuck you dumb all by myself."

~~~

Idk why I LOOVEE writing for Soobin but man I do

[wildshona]

Another Sunday

So I signed off from you people yesterday cos i was going out with Chris for lunch and a movie. Lunch was a little Italian in Kew and then to the Musical Museum. They were showing the 1921 Swedish silent classic 2The Phanton Carriage" but with the music creatde on the spot by a guy playing the museum's mighty Wurlitzer organ which in its previos life had been the cinema organ at a cinema in Kingston upon Thames back in silent days. Absolutely brilliant experience to watch a silent film as they would have watched it in Stockhol back in 1921. I love Chris - so many new things.

Ww went home then and i knew we were going out for dinner but not where, Sunday is often quiet night in with just me, Chris, dinner, a movie and sex but this must be special cos he dressed me in one of my more repectable dresses, red with a flared skirt down to the knees, little shoulder straps. i mean its easy to slip off when the shoulder strips are pulled off the shoulder the dress will slide to the waist easy enough. but im more covered than usual. Underneath I had a little sheer black strapless bra - a bra for fuck's sake - a sheer pair of matching knickers, stockings and suspenders and high fuckme heels.

now last time i wore stockings was for Toni so my hopes were up and my cunt was starting to get damp. We got a cab to a big house near the common and knocked. it was Toni and she looked beautiful just like the week before, a black dress silk that clung she clearly was not wearing underwear. she wore stockings too but must have been self supporting.

Anyway lovely meal which she confessed she hadn't cooked as she had a chef for special occasions, then to the basement wheer she had a home cinema. Fuck i love Chris's flat but to live here. Movie night after all i was a bit disappointing cos i was sowet by now. but thinking of it the week before we had a sexy movie and then that strange sexual act so maybe ,,,

But no sexy movie anything but - "The Others" Nicole Kidman scary movie. not a hint of sex anywhere well apart from one scene but u didnt see anything and there may have been sex and there may not have been.

anyway back up to the lounge. Toni sits on a sofa and Chris leads me to the centre of the room. Stands behind me. Slips my shoulder straps off my shoulders and pulls the dress down to my waist. I can feel the excitement build my breathing is already ragged. Chris puts his hads round my waist and then up to my bra and the slight pressure not even pressing brings my nipples already erect into almost painful hardness. Ohhhhhhhhhh i so want to touch myself but i havent been told to and i know this is a do as u r told session.

he takes his hands away and i am visibly shaking my knees are trembling chris breathes on the back of my neck and down my spine. and that is it theearthquake comes and i am shaking and Chris is holding me preventing me from falling my eyes are closed im screaming. as the shakes subside and i can hold myself up Chris hands go to the clasp of my bra and undoes it. it falls away and i open my eyes, Toni naked except for stocking and heels is standing in front of me red lips parted black hair loose she is the most beuatiful thing i have ever seen breasts perfect brown nipples hard shaved cunt.

I want to just throw myself on to her or go on my knees and beg her to fuck me but i just look at her. Chris pulls my dress down over my hips to the floor and Toni comes to me lightly touches my nipples and an electric shock seems to go through me. she kisses me then full on the mouth my lips part she pushed her tongue in and our tongues play. she seems so tall. for a minute maybe we kiss and then she pulls away. her body moving from me and she leaves.

Chris dresses me. There is already a cab waiting. so much tension in the cab. when we get to the flat as we are in the lounge he pulls my dress off literally tears off my knickers and fucks me on the floor the bra comes off at some time as after he cums he drags me to the bedroom and we fuck again like animals.

and this morning i lie in bed getting my thoughts together so i can write it down for my tumblr friends and i am weta again and need to be fucked again.

[sissylittlefeather]

10 - E - And you already know my depraved ass is going to need as much smut as you can forcibly pack into 500 words, baby doll! 😘

I'm so happy for you!

Congratulations on 200! 🎉 ❤️

Thank you so much!!! Love you 😘!

Alright, this is short, but it got dirrttyyy. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, almost choking if you squint, Elvis calls himself "daddy" in a sexual context

Prompt: "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" With '69-'73 Vegas Elvis

The second the curtain drops, Elvis heads backstage, trying to hide the fact that he has a massive erection. The energy from the show and the way this particular suit rubbed against him created an effect that he enjoyed more than he wanted to.

"Where's my wife?" He calls, rearranging his belt again to keep his dick pressed up against his lower stomach.

"I'm here, baby." You call out from where you are standing backstage chatting with the Sweet Inspirations about the show.

"C'mere." He does a motion with his fingers that is undeniably sexual and turns you on more than you care to admit. That man drives you crazy in all the best ways.

You walk over to where he's standing and he throws his arm around you and damn near drags you to his dressing room. You start to get a little concerned at his urgency. When you get there, he pushes you inside and closes the door behind himself and quickly locks it.

"Baby, what--?"

"I need your help with this." He moves his belt so that his erect dick becomes visible. You can't contain the laughter that spills out of you in a cascade of giggles. He puts his hands on his hips and looks at the ceiling, embarrassed and trying not to laugh.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" He looks down at you as you continue to laugh, tears squeezing out of your eyes, and starts laughing with you, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry... it's just... how long were you hiding that on stage?!"

"Long enough. Now I have to be back out there in less than an hour, are you going to help me or not? I'd rather have you, but if you won't then..." he waves his left hand in the air and gestures with the other for you to leave.

"No, no, I'm sorry." You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist, tipping your face up towards him. He leans over and kisses you, wrapping himself around you. He kisses down your neck, nibbling on your ear for a bit. It doesn't take long for your arousal to match his and before you know it, he's got your shirt off and is unzipping your skirt. You run your hands up his chest under his jumpsuit and push it back off of his shoulders. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne drives you wild as you undress him. He slides your skirt down, dropping it to the floor and moves back up to unhook your bra. When he gets it off of you, he kisses down your chest and gently runs his tongue over your nipple as it hardens. He moves to the other one and sucks on it softly. Finally, you push the rest of his jumpsuit over his hips, where it lands on the floor with your clothes. His dick bounces as it's given the freedom it's needed for the past half hour. You get on your knees in front of him, taking him in your hand and rolling his foreskin back. You suck on the tip of his dick, already salty with desire. He grunts and leans his head back, getting some relief at long last. You continue working him with your tongue and hands, letting him thrust into your mouth for a bit. When you can tell he's getting close, you stop and stand up. He grabs you and bends you over the counter of the vanity, ripping your panties off. Then, you both watch in the mirror as he fucks you relentlessly from behind, your breasts jumping with the rhythm of his hips. He grabs the back of your hair and pulls as he continues to pound into you. Then, he stands you up and wraps one arm around your waist and the other hand around your throat. You can feel the coldness of his rings against your neck and the visual in the mirror of him holding you like this as he fucks you pushes you headfirst into an orgasm. He whispers in your ear as you climax.

"That's right. Come for daddy." All you can do is moan in response as you're hit with the intense and overwhelming ecstasy. After your orgasm, he lets go of you and goes back to holding your hips. You know he must be getting close because he closes his eyes and leans his head back.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK." He says with gritted teeth as he pounds you through his release. When he's finished, you turn to face him and push his hair back off of his forehead. It's even sweatier now than it was when he came off the stage. He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. You're still standing in this position, naked, when there's a knock on the door.

"You got ten minutes, boss." He sighs and his response is muffled by his face being in your hair.

"Okay. Thanks." He finally pulls away from you and holds your face in his hands.

"And thank you, honey. For your help."

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[rinsvg]

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩— Tease, Armin Arlert

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, face seating, the usage of good girl, slight nipple play, armin being a big ass tease. Reader being embarrassed easily.

Summery: Armin is a quiet person by nature, and you’ve learned that through the countless conversations you’ve had with him, just nodding along while you ramble on and on about anything and everything.

He’s always been like that, and you’ve grown accustomed to him not being as vocal as others during day-to-day activities—that is, until night comes and he becomes the biggest tease in the world.

His fingers barely touch your skin as they ghost across it. You'd be lying if you claimed that you hadn't attempted to mimic the way he touches you and the way his long, deft fingers cause you to writhe. He dwarfs every ex-lover of yours. Your hands don't feel the same as before. It almost makes up for his flimsiness. Just almost.

Your face is cupped by his calloused hands. You lean in even more as you are drawn in by the warmth of his skin. You sense yourself gradually caving in to him.

He reclines. If it weren't for the evil-sounding giggle he lets out, you might not have noticed. He observes as your eyes enlarge. Your brows furrow in anger.

"Did you want me to kiss you?" He asked.

You mumble, "stop teasing," .

Armin gives you a swift peck on the forehead, than your jaw's curvature.

He squeezes your thigh and says, "It's my job to tease you; I enjoy seeing you writhe."

Armin brushes your hair away from your eyes while stroking it with one hand. Goosebumps start to rise along your shoulders at the soft contact. When he takes his hand away, you clearly pout.

“Please,”you beg.

He answers your pleas by grabbing you and giving you a forceful, desperate kiss. Armin bites at your lower lip until you allow him to stick his tongue into your mouth to feel how moist it is. He has a faint caramel flavor dancing on the top of his tongue from the candy he was eating earlier. He looks as though he doesn't know what to do with his hands. Your sweatpants are pulled down to reveal your already-wet pussy as they creep up your sides, stroking the delicate flesh of your breasts and hips.

One of his hands glides in between your knees while his broad, calloused fingers draw arcs over your clitoral area. You almost melt under his touch. Your chest was pressed against his in the most advantageous posture, with your knees firmly placed on either side.

He is fueled by every groan and gasp that is nearly allowed to escape your lips but is stopped by his tongue. Your face sinks into the crook of his neck as you breathe in his aroma. He smells mostly like sugar lychee and Angle soft laundry detergent.

You whimper as he removes his hand because you miss his touch. So close to your own freedom, yet so far away. He extends a hand to shake. You obediently put his fingers in your mouth and circled them with your tongue.

“Strip.” He orders. You comply.

The first thing to come off is the shirt you stole from him. You slowly throw it aside after pulling it over your head. He notices you are not wearing a bra underneath, and the corner of his lip twitches. Your nipples' delicate skin is gently pulled and pinched by his hands as they palm at your breasts. They are enthusiastically squeezed by calloused hands as they gush over their roundness.

Then come your sweatpants. You must briefly move away from his lap in order to slide the object down your legs. His hand gropes appreciatively toward your behind. He gives you a swift slap while smiling at the way your ass wiggles and admiring how you let out a small gasp. You wouldn't describe it as painful, yet it stings. The crimson mark he left behind is covered by his hand.

"Look at you, my good girl." His deep chest chuckles are audible. It is impossible to deny the heat that radiates up to your face. Your hands rise to cover your face in embarrassment. Your arms automatically cross over your chest. It's not like he hasn't seen your body before.

“Don't hide yourself sweetheart." He gently tugs your arms down, admiring the way the lit candles reflects off your skin. “I want to see you.”

You straddle his thigh. The way you grind down against him is far from subtle. He notices the way your face contorts with need and the small wet patch your cunt leaves on his thigh.

His tongue is poised to display his adoration. He guides your hips to rest on his chest as he reclines quite ungracefully. His blonde hair gathers around his head as he smirks while saying his next words.

“Be a good girl and ride my face.". 

There's no hiding the way your body heats up. From chest to forehead, you’re warm. His hands trail down your sides, squeezing your ass and hips. You settle over his face and thighs on either side of his head. The warmth of your skin spreads to him.

His tongue slithers around your clitoral area, dipping into your folds. To your clit, he presses kitten licks. Armin's touches are never just what you need, but they are always agonizingly close. Just like him, his touch is ephemeral. In order to get him to where you want him most, your fingers are buried in his hair.

“ you said you wouldn’t tease!” You whine loudly.

He pulls you down into his face as his hold on your thighs becomes more firm. A hot tongue showers adoration on your yearning clitoral area. His deft tongue makes delicate circles around your genitalia while nibbling and sucking at the tender bud. Other than your own groans, you can hear a man who is happy with what he is doing. With his head between your thighs, he could pass away content.

As you pursue your own release, you slam down into his face. With each dexterous flick of his tongue, heat builds low in your stomach. You've become nothing more than a writhing, rambling mess, calling out his name as if it were a prayer.

The knot in your stomach finally snaps.

Armin holds your hips down while you experience your climax on his face. The overstimulation takes some time for your lust-drunk mind to realize. His tongue continues to dance over your clitoral area with eagerness, seemingly oblivious to your undulating form. Toji's face has a sparkle in the shadowy light on its lower half. His messy hair is sticking out in all different directions from your frantic hold. His face breaks out in a dreamy, sly grin. You don't frequently see him looking that calm.

You are wobbly and sensitive due to your post-Organism haze. His hands caress your reddened skin as he scans your figure with a hungry gaze. Though he doesn't express his feelings in the most verbal manner, what is happening in his thoughts is seen in his eyes. All at once, but also piece by piece, he takes you in. What his mouth won't say, his eyes will.

“Did you think you could get away that easily?” He asks.

You swallowed hard, and you knew you were in for a long night.

Author note: this been in my drafts for months, I also just realized I haven’t wrote nothing in almost two whole months school must have really been kicking my ass 😂.

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Saturdays (Jim Hopper x female reader ~ 18+)

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Summary: date night with Hopper turns hot fast

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f & m both receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: this was my first ever Hopper smut, not sure why I never posted it here

Saturday nights are your favorite time of the week. Saturdays are always date night with your one and only, Jim Hopper. No matter how crazy and chaotic the week has been, it gives you something to look forward to, just knowing you will be together. It usually just involves take-out and a movie at one of your houses, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. As you hurry to get ready, straightening the hem on your skirt and running your fingers through your hair, the doorbell rings. You take one last look in the mirror and open the door.

Your heart skips a beat just seeing the man on the other side. He’s dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt and couldn’t possibly look any sexier. He pulls you in for a hug and you inhale the scent of him. It’s something you just can’t explain, it’s just so uniquely Hopper, manly and intoxicating. “Hey darlin',” he says as he leans in to kiss you. “Mmmmmmm,” you reply, equally in response to his kiss and to the smell of the pizza wafting out of the box he’s holding. You make your way to the kitchen, grabbing plates and drinks. After finishing your food, you both move to the living room. “Horror movie tonight?” you ask. Any reason to snuggle into him was good enough for you. You start the movie and you both settle on the couch, his arm draped around you and your head on his chest.

About halfway through the movie you look up at him and immediately recognize the look in his eyes. You have seen it many times before from him and it never failed to turn your insides to liquid. Lust and desire clouded him, and you feel your body instinctively react, heat radiating through all your nerve endings. He leans down and kisses you, gently at first. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair. He responds eagerly and pushes you back against the couch. He pulls back and groans just looking at you. “Damn, how did I get so lucky?” he asks, making you blush. You don’t have particularly great self-esteem, but this man makes you feel like the only woman in the world.

He reaches out and starts unbuttoning your shirt. It slides off your shoulders, and he leans in and begins kissing a trail down your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the feeling of his mustache tickling your body. He quickly and expertly removes your bra, tossing it on the floor. You lay against the couch as his mouth finds your breasts, alternating between licking and biting your nipples, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. You moan loudly, feeling the wetness between your legs already. He moves his large hand up your leg, his fingertips blazing a trail of heat up your body, pushing your knees apart and groaning with surprise when he realizes you aren’t wearing any panties. “Hmmm, just for me baby?” he asks as he spreads you apart and he feels how slick with need you are. He pushes first one finger, then another inside you, knowing exactly how to move them against your walls to make you see stars.

There really was nothing else like being with this man. You can feel the pressure building inside you as his fingers continue their relentless stroking. You want to prolong the feeling as long as possible because you’re already on the edge. You think you might just implode when he abruptly removes his fingers and pushes you completely back on the couch and removes your skirt. He trails his tongue up the inside of your legs until his mouth reaches your aching center. He parts you and begins licking and sucking at your clit. You yell your appreciation, which elicits a growl from him in return. He keeps up his relentless pace and you can already feel the wave of pleasure building, about to crash. You don’t hold back as your orgasm overtakes you, leaving you shuddering and gasping. He looks up at you, face covered in your juices. You grab him and kiss him deeply, hungrily.

You want to return the favor, so you push him back against the couch and remove his jeans and shirt. You could see the bulge in his boxers already. You slowly pull them down, revealing his rock-hard dick. You lean down and lick the precum off his tip, then run your tongue down the length of him. He leans his head back as you take him completely in your mouth. You move up and down expertly, enjoying knowing you were the one making him feel so good. Before long he puts his hand on your shoulder and says, “if we don’t stop, I’m a goner,” so you back off, wiping the spit from the corner of your mouth.

You both stand up to make your way to the bedroom when he impulsively grabs you and spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. You gasp in surprise but then he spreads your legs, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind. He enters you slowly, trying to ease into you. The familiar pressure of him inside you makes you dizzy with desire. He’s gentle at first, not wanting to hurt you with his size. Once he’s fully inside you say, “fuck me Jim, please,” and that’s all it takes. He pumps into you, hard and fast, reaching his hands up to grasp your breasts while he thrusts. You feel like every part of you is filled up by him, and it’s a delicious feeling you never want to lose. He is grunting and groaning from behind you, and you buck against his body, sweat dripping down his broad chest and onto your back. One hand moves from your breast down to circle your clit, and you feel a second wave coming over you already. He always knows just what to do to make your body scream in ecstasy. “Please don’t stop,” you cry, and your climax hits seconds before he reaches his own, spilling into you. “Damn,” is all he can manage as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him on you making you smile. Once you have both recovered, he stands up and you do also, slowly, making sure your legs still work. You make your way to the bathroom. Reaching the door, you turn to him and ask, “care to join me in the shower, sheriff?”. He smiles slyly, a gleam in his eyes. “Anytime, darlin.”

[letitiawrightswifey]

Steamy Shower

Note: I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS! So bare with me please.

Summary: Shuri gets back from an intense battle with bruises, scars, and blood all over her body. Riri offers to help her by cleaning up Shuri in the shower. However, things take a turn and become more intense…

Warning: For mature audiences. 18+

Smut, sex, wlw, really steamy.

IN THE LAB

Riri has been working hard on the new design for her Iron Heart suit. But that gets interrupted when Shuri steps in the lab limping, and with bruises and blood all over her face and suit. Riri immediately stops what she’s doing and runs to Shuri.

Riri: “Oh my God, what the hell happened to you!!?”

The older woman shoots half a smirk and a chuckle.

Shuri: “Oh it’s nothing. Just a typical day as Black Panther is all, hehe.”

Despite Shuri trying to play off the pain with jokes and laughs, Riri didn’t laugh at all. Instead looking extremely concerned and worried. She reached for Shuri’s eye which was purple.

Riri: “Shuri, your hurt this isn’t funny. C’mon let’s get you cleaned up.”

Riri puts one of Shuri’s arms around her, and used her other arm to keep her in balance to help her to the royal’s bathroom.

IN THE BATHROOM

Shuri was limping and wincing in pain the entire trip. When they arrived, Riri helped sit Shuri down for a moment so she could turn on the shower. Once steam started to form, Shuri began standing up, wincing and pain once again. Riri immediately rushes over to her and urges Shuri to stop attempting to remove her suit. Riri places both of her hands on Shuri shoulders.

Riri: No, no, it’s ok. Let me do it… I gottu.

Shuri raises both of her eyebrows in shock at her response. Riri and Shuri have been crushing on each other for a while now, but have always been too nervous to fully express themselves. Riri hold her breathe for a moment then slowly slides her hands on Shuri’s back. This causes Shuri’s body to tense up a bit. Riri then uses one of her hands do grab Shuri’s face tenderly. And both look at each other with their deep brown eyes. Riri caresses her thumb on Shuri’s bloody, bruised, yet still gorgeous face.

Riri: “It’s okay, Shuri. You’ve taken care of me ever since I came to Wakanda, let me take care of you. Please…”

There’s a long silence before Shuri eventually nods in agreement with Riri. She slowly turns around so now her back is facing Riri. Riri then unzips Shuri’s suit slowly and removes it from her body. She grabs Shuri’s legs to help her step out of the suit. As Riri stands back up, she sees all of the scars on Shuri’s back. This brings pain to Riri herself seeing what Shuri has been through. She closes her eyes for a moment, before reaching for the back of Shuri’s bra to unclip it. But she stops.

Riri: “Is it okay if I—?” she asks for approval.

Shuri nods and with a low husky voice says “Yes.” So Riri obliges. And she asks for approval again before removing Shuri’s underwear. She then helps Shuri into the shower. And Shuri thought that this is where the helping would stop, but she was wrong. She turns to see Riri removing her own clothes as well, she realized that she would be joining her in the shower. This is the first time both of them is seeing each other completely bare. And Shuri is immediately flustered and turns away avoiding eye contact with Riri.

Riri then grabs a bar of soap, and starts to rub it against Shuri’s bath. In slow circular motions. She then starts to cleanse Shuri’s front with the soap. Starting from her core, where she felt Shuri’s abs for the first time. They were hard as rocks, and this made Riri wetter than the shower. She moves her hand upwards so she is now cleaning Shuri’s breasts. The whole time Shuri is enjoying every bit of this experience, but at the time, her heart is pounding so loudly and so fast at the pure disbelief that this is actually happening. Then, Riri moves her hands lower and lower, and very slowly towards Shuri’s entrance. And Shuri jolts up trying to hold back a moan. And she closes her eyes shut really tight, filled with embarrassment.

Shuri: “I’m sorry.” she says with her back faced towards Riri still.

Riri turns Shuri around, so that they are now face to face. She lifts one of her hands to caress Shuri’s face. Shuri’s eyes slowly open, they are now making eye contact. Riri doesn’t say anything, she smiles, and stands on her tip toes and connects her lips onto Shuri’s. Shuri has a cut lip as well, so the kiss stings a little. But she doesn’t care, she continues kissing Riri back. Shuri becomes more confident and wraps her arms around the shorter woman to pull her closer, and she slides her tongue in her mouth, causing Riri to moan herself.

It’s been a good five minutes of them passionately making out with each other. But things get more steamy. And Riri rest one hand on the back of Shuri’s neck, and the other traveling back down to her entrance. Shuri feels this and pulls back, and looks down to see what Riri is trying to do for her. Riri looks up, her eyes asking for approval again. Riri would never want to do anything Shuri is uncomfortable with. Shuri sees this and nods her head with a smirk on her face. Riri returns a smile, and begins rubbing her hands in and out of Shuri.

Shuri let’s out soft moans and whispers Riri’s name. She tilts her head back letting out a louder moan as Riri picks up her pace. The water from the shower dripping on both of their faces making them even hotter. Shuri’s back is against the wall, head still tilted back, and Riri kisses Shuri’s neck while continuing to give her pleasure. Shuri’s chest starts frantically moving up and down as she’s trying to breathe.

Shuri: “Bast! Riri! Oh shit…” Shuri cries out. This causes Riri to smile and go even faster. This drives Shuri crazy, and she is about to release.

Shuri: “Wait, Ri! Slow down, I’m close and I don’t wanna—” she couldn’t finish what she was trying to say as Riri kisses her and interrupts her.

Riri: “It’s okay, Shuri. Let it all out, I’m not planning on stopping.” she says with a smile.

She knew that Shuri wouldn’t want to release because she didn’t want this to stop. Shuri nods, and Riri continues to put in work. Shuri is over her limit, and she finally releases.

Shuri: “Oh shit! Riri, I’m cu—” she couldn’t finish as she moans during this moment. Riri still working through her orgasm. Shuri’s legs begin to buckle, and she whimpers until Riri stops.

Shuri rests her head on Riri’s shoulder. And Riri wraps her arms around Shuri to hug her, and she kisses the side of her neck. The hug didn’t last long as Shuri turns Riri around so now her back is against Shuri’s front. Riri yelps at this, but is turned on none the less. Shuri whispers in Riri’s ear.

Shuri: “I think it’s your turn, Ri. Can I please you?” she asks seductively. Riri smiles and immediately nods her head. Shuri wastes no time as she used one hand to rub in and out of the shorter woman, and the other to massage one of Riri’s breasts. She then starts kissing and nibbling on Riri’s neck. All of this sends Riri over the edge. And she starts moaning uncontrollably. She is losing her balance as her knees starts to give out. So she places her hand on the glass door in the shower for support. She leans her head back against Shuri. Whimpering and moans fill the shower more than the steam.

Riri: “Oh my, God! Shuri, don’t stop! It feels so goo—I’m so close!” Riri moans out. Shuri smiles against Riri’s neck, as she picks up her pace. The water from the shower can’t compare to how wet they make each other alone. It doesn’t take long until Riri releases and cries out Shuri’s name for the last time. Shuri turns off the shower, and they both collapse on the ground. Riri’s back against Shuri’s front, while on top of her lap. They both breathe and collect themselves after a while. Shuri whispers in Riri’s ear again.

Shuri: “Thank you for taking care of me, Ri. That was the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.” she says softly. She kisses Riri’s neck again, and Riri giggles, and turns her head to come face to face Shuri.

Riri: “Of course, baby. I guess that makes us officially then, huh?” she asks. Shuri smile and nods her head before connecting her lips to Riri’s for a soft, gentle kiss.

Shuri: “I don’t suppose you wanna pick up where we left off in my bed, do you?” she asks with a smirk on her face. Riri immediately stands up, and helps Shuri up.

Riri: “Shit! You ain’t gotta tell me twice. I’m ready, lets go!” she says enthusiastically. Shuri smiles from ear to ear, able to walk completely fine now. She picks up Riri, and takes her to her bedroom. She shuts and locks the door, and they sure do pick up where they left off.

[kangmoon27]

BESTIE'S FATHER | JJK

Pairing: Father Jungkook x Jungkook's daughter's best friend Y/n

Summary: It just happened that you find yourself liking your friends father and fucking him begin your best friend's back.

I can make you feel you the way

No one can, just like how I can make you fell on your knees that no man can.

Looking around the house and sigh after the maid told you, your best friend isn't home right now, you turn around to leave when someone pulled your wrist.

"M-Mr.Jeon" you look at the person who pulled you while you're still shocked, smirk appeared on his lips once he get to hear your voice again, he let go of your hand and gave you a wet kiss on your right cheek while pulling your body closer to him, filling the gap in between your body.

His lips went down to your jaw and kiss you again while whispering in your ears "You don't know how much I missed this scent of yours,baby" his lips went down to your neck again and started sucking it making you moan out of nowhere "And you have no idea how much I miss fucking you in my bed and cumming allover to my cock while I'm inside you" he again whispered and turn to look at you, you bite your lips nervous and in just a sec that nervous lips turn into smirk and pulled him by his neck and connected your lips together.

Jungkook's Bedroom

Soon the two of you reach to his room at the exact place where you both already doing the dirt behind your bestie's back. It's a sin yes but for both of you as long as you're enjoying each other's company there's nothing gonna change even tho you're already feeling guilty doing this behind her daughter's back.

Jungkook Is still married and his wife is off from work and while she's at work you and Jungkook will do the dirt it's neither in your place or in his place right here in the same bed on where he used to fuck his wife before he even meet you.

Yes he's cheating on his wife and lying to his daughter and you can call yourself a homewrecker but you're not the only who ruined their family cause you come in their life while they are already broken.

Right now he's on top of you unbuttoning his shirt while you're pulling him inside hungry kisses as it's been passed two weeks since the last time you did it and meet each other, each one of you is hungry for each other and wanting everything to last long.

His hand landed on your thighs up to your lace pantie and begging to slide it down to rub your clit, you moan into the kiss as soon as you felt his cold fingers on your womanhood, he broke the kiss and smirk at you before going down to your neck and started removing your top revealing your red bra, he unclip it and grabbed your breast on his other hand and suck it without stopping rubbing your clit.

Pulling your head back to the bed as you feel so much pleasure already by the fact that he's just starting, he stop that made you open your eyes and look at him only to find him removing his pants and his boxer and went up to you and remove your skirt and your panties that is already on your knees throwing them away From his sight, licking his bottom lips and stare at your naked body, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed by pulling your feel, he knee down and look at you asking for permission, you simply smile and nod your head and the next thing you know was that his warm touch is already on your clit licking your free cum while his two fingers is inside you moving front and back.

"Ohw-ahhh d-daddy" you keep moaning just like how he wanted while his huge and thick cock is inside your tiny hole, his thrusts were rough and fast as your wall take his hard girth so well, he put your one leg on his shoulder making his every thrusts come deep and hard inside you hitting your walls so we'll that will make you cum in a minute, you both were in pure bliss. The pain the tension and the worry long forgotten as the both of you continue enjoying each other while eyes full of lust.

"F-fuck please, please Jungkook don't stop, pleasee I'm cumming" Listening to your words begging him not to stop he listened to you and continue to make you feel good, he move closer to you and started kissing your passionately while still moving inside you and said. "I aren't planning to stop baby, I'm going to use this cum dumpster of yours because this tight hole belongs to me, that pretty face belongs to me that made you my property" smile appeared on two faces while looking at each other with lust and passion. Soon you broke the eye contact and said "Fuck I'm cumming" he smiled "Then cum baby" he put your nipple in his mouth and waited for you to cum while he keeps on thrusting roughly.

Soon he felt the warm liquid covering his thick cock, he growled making your walls clench at him, his verbal venomous trusts made you roll your eyes back while pulling your head back after cumming for him, he keeps on moving and moving till it's time for him to cum inside you, feeling the warm liquid fill you up he fell on the bed right beside you and take you to his chest while both are trying to catch their breath.

After calming you take a look at him only to see him with his eyes close, he confessed to you that he does love his wife anymore but still you know that there's still a place in his heart that she's in it as she became part of his life and STILL part of his life, you watch him peacefully till soon he asked you as he sense pair of eyes on him. " what is it baby" You sigh and lay down on top of him under the blanket. " just thinking about what will happened to me after my chapter ends from your life being your mistress, just think about it, if the chapter of your story that I am in it will I have my own story by then?". He sigh listen to your words, he finally open his eyes and look at you, his both hand run down to your waist and peck your lips before saying.

"I already told you, I don't love her anymore and if we're talking about chapter in each other's story ours is just starting and my chapter with has come to the end and it's for you to begin yours in mine okay, I wanna marry someday Y/n" You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head and close your eyes

"This is the reason why I fell for him, he always choose me and make me feel the love that I haven't received from any man that passes my life not even my father

But still it's a sin being with a married man who's also your bestie's Father and you let yourself be selfish for the man who's not really yours is a sin but he choose you, he picked you, he loves you and for that you're willing to do everything just to keep him and be loved by him that you will do the same"

[sleepingdeath-light]

his vows ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (spring prompts)

word count ; 1179

content ; wedding night, mutual praise kink, vaginal fingering

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; dark choco cookie x cis female!reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Your husband’s vows echoed clear as day in your ears as he carefully undressed you. His deep voice and earnest words repeating endlessly in your mind as you revelled in his attention.

“My love, before we met I believed myself far beyond saving. That I was a lost cause unworthy of redemption, damned to follow a path of darkness and pain for the rest of my days… and then I saw you.”

He brushed your hair over your shoulder and began to unbutton the delicate, lacy back of your dress. Slowly moving down inch by inch as the fabric practically peeled off of your form, his soft lips following in short order as he kissed his way down your spine.

“You were a miracle, an angel on earth, whose unyielding light pierced the cursed darkness of my existence and blessed me with a hope and affection that I knew I didn’t deserve.”

The final button came undone and the rich fabric of your dress fell to the floor in a pool around your feet, leaving you in just your heels and the lingerie you’d been gifted specifically for tonight.

“And I told you as much, tried my best to drive you away to protect you because you deserve far better than a broken shell of a man — but you didn’t let me.”

Still stood behind you, your husband (you loved saying that) grasped you by the hips and pulled you backwards so you were flush against him. Giving him full access to your body to grope as he pleased whilst allowing you to feel the evidence of your affect on his body hard and throbbing against your ass.

“We went through hell together, a good bit of which was caused by me — my selfishness — and you stuck by my side throughout. You were, are, so incredibly stubborn and I owe everything I have to that stubbornness.”

One hand encompassed your breast and squeezed you through the sheer fabric of your bra. You moaned loudly and allowed you head to fall back against his chest.

“I owe you my life, which I will spend by your side for as long as you’ll have me.”

His other hand reached down between your thighs and started toying with your pussy through your damp underwear. Sliding his index finger along your slit for a few beats before, not moving the soiled fabric aside, he suddenly plunged two fingers into your eager hole. Crooking and scissoring and thrusting his fingers into your soaking cunt until you felt like you were going to collapse into a heap on the floor.

“I owe you my soul, which was saved by the light and love you so freely gave to a broken man.”

Then his lips attached themselves to the underside of your jaw: kissing, biting and suckling their way along to the column of your throat before moving down to mark up your neck. By now your pussy was soaking, your slick leaking and dripping down your thighs as you stood on shaking legs, held up only by your husband’s strong arms.

“And I owe you my heart, which you have already owned since the moment we met. When you looked at me in my darkest of moments and gave that beautiful smile of yours — when you decided in all of your warmth and kindness and light to help me.”

The combination of sensations — his fingers inside of you, his hand working each of your breasts, his lips and teeth on your skin — had you mounting your peak before much time had passed. Though it never took your love very long to have you climaxing, as it seemed he knew your body better than you did.

And by God did it show. You collapsed back against him as he diligently, skilfully, worked you through your orgasm: thighs and his hand and your underwear completely drenched in your cum as your pussy greedily clenched and fluttered around his long, calloused fingers; kiss-slicked and kiss-swollen lips parting in a perfect ‘o’ as you moaned and whimpered out a string of pleas and praise that bordered on begging and was punctuated by calls of his name that he echoed with groans and grunts of his own; his lips mouthing familiar words and phrases against your skin as you lost yourself to your high — ‘beautiful’, ‘pretty pussy’, ‘perfect’, ‘louder’, ‘best sound in the world’, ‘good girl’, ‘my girl’ — themselves disjointed as your foggy mind raced to catch up with the world around you.

Though still you managed to cry out for him as he touched you, toyed with you, played you as skilfully as a musician would their instrument of choice. Your voice trembling and loud and your words broken by moans and whimpers yet their meaning impactful and reaching him nonetheless — making him falter and fluster and smile that shy smile you so loved against your throat.

You called him handsome and said he was the light of your life. Your better half, the only person that completes you and understands you and can make you feel this good. That he made you feel safe and loved and that you adored him in his entirety all the same. His darkness and his light, his anger and his peace — repeating your vows with somehow more intimacy and urgency as his own rang in your ears and filled your mind.

You needed him to know he was loved and wanted and adored — and he did. He always did. Even as his skin heated up against yours and you could feel his heart skipping in his chest and his grasp on your body grew softer — and as his cock jumped and throbbed against you at your praise.

No matter how much he denied it, how much he strived to put you first, you knew he loved to be praised. And you were more than happy to provide it.

Your vision was overcome with blotches of black and white, obscuring your view as you tilted your head to the side and tried with all of your might to look at your husband. Though that was all for nought as you were quickly too far gone to recognise or comprehend much of anything beyond his touch, the white hot pleasure surging through your veins and the thump of your heartbeat as it filled your ears. Only left with the memory of his voice to guide you through your orgasm.

“I love you so much, darling, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with you. Thank you for being my guiding light for all these years.”

And you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the night in his arms. Riding his face and his cock until you were too fucked-out and cock-drunk to think and you could fall asleep in his arms, still covered in sweat and slick, and wake up the next morning to do it all again. God you loved him and you were grateful that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

[lucan-multiverse]

Soraya

The captain insisted on mandatory physicals every few weeks for the crew and Kate was content enough to follow his mandate. It made sense with the crew so isolated and with little time planet side, only basic rations and a war but Kate knew it was more for the mental checks than anything else. Who was close to breaking, who needed to be rotated out? Who might even be thriving?

The later didn’t happen often but sometimes she was surprised.

But it was the redhead with the scowl that perched on the biobed of her medbay that had her concerned today.

“Your bloods are all fine,” Kate tells her, scanning the datapad with a practiced eye. “But it’s those bruises that have me uneasy. Are you… are you in any trouble?”

Soraya Ellis, one of Berlin’s youngest comms specialists, stares back at Kate in confusion and with more than just a little bit of hostility. She was a prickly one and Kate knows she’s immediately misstepped.

“What?”

Kate lowers the datapad and schools her face into something kind. Nurturing. “I’ve… I’ve heard that you’ve taken up with phoenix Gibbons recently.”

“God,” Soraya scoffs and turns her head but not before Kate catches the roll of her eyes. “This crew is a bunch of gossips. And so what of it if I have? He’s not Alliance. It’s not against regs. The captain can’t say shit anyway,” Soraya threw it out like a challenge. “We’ve all seen the way Phoenix Knight looks at him. If those two aren’t fucking in the ready room, then I’m a monkey’s ass.”

Kate purses her lips. So Mason and the captain had been discrete but not discrete enough. Somehow, Kate can’t reconcile this girl with the experienced captain with their dalliances with super soldiers. Not with those dark patches that marked her skin when she had taken off her uniform earlier.

“I’m not talking about the captain. I’m talking about you,” Kate says. “I don’t know if you understand what you’re getting into.” She purposely allows her gaze to drop to the red rash across the top of Soraya’s left breast, just above the curve of her simple white bra. “He could kill you as easily as breathing.”

Soraya snorts. “You’ve read my file, Doc. Death doesn’t seem to think much of me. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“You were lucky, Soraya,” Kate tells her softly. “That doesn’t make you invincible. Or impervious.”

Soraya slides off the biobed and snatches up her uniform into her arms. Kate can see she’s upset her but this is something she can’t let go. She’s seen the Phoenix stats up close, she knows what they’re all capable of. And Soraya is young and injudicious and Kate can’t let her conscious rest without at least warning the girl.

“Anyone I ever get close to dies,” she spits. Her dark eyes flash with pain and Kate is vividly reminded of Soraya’s file. First her colony, then the freighter, her base and her unit. Death and destruction trailed after her like a miasma of sorrow.  “I figure if anyone has a chance to survive me, it’s a phoenix.”

Soraya storms towards the door. “Besides,” she throws out over her shoulder as she leaves in nothing but her underwear. “Who says it’s anything but fucking anyway?”

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Soraya ignores the wolf whistles and the stares as she stomps her way back to her quarters in nothing but her simple cotton panties and bra. She didn’t have the trim, toned body of the marines or the ground fighters but she was slim and lean enough. There wasn’t much privacy on this boat anyway.

She just hoped they saw the marks on her skin. The signs that she wasn’t as unwanted as she liked to make them think.

That fucking doctor. Lording over the crew from her lab, fake warm and fake nice. Soraya wasn’t an idiot. She could see the haunting in the doctor she tried so hard to hide, the trauma she buried beneath her bland smiles and shifted behind her bionic hand. Soraya didn’t know how she had lost it but she got the sense loud and clear that the doctor had lost a lot more than just a limb.

It was the hiding of it that Soraya couldn’t stand. The faux healing. Bottling up her sorrows to make herself more palpable to others. Fuck that. Soraya might be raw. Volatile. She wore her trauma on her skin for everyone to see, but fuck, at least she was honest. No softly uttered platitudes could change it. Could change her.

She was a death magnet. Where she went… Loved... People died.

“Hey, Ellis,” a voice called out from the mess as she passed, “You looking for some fun?”

“Looks like she’s already had plenty,” another voice said.

There’s a laugh. “Fuck, who’d ever be crazy enough to fuck with her?”

Soraya is almost tempted to tell them but she’s not in the mood for their bullshit.

She has every intention of returning to her quarters. Every intention… but somehow she ends up at his instead.

“Ajax,” she says when the door opens and then he’s standing there – tall and golden and broad and so fucking beautiful it makes her heart hurt. She wants to sink into him, crack open his rib cage and climb inside where nothing would ever be able to hurt her, not even him. He looks at her from the doorway now, his face slowly morphing into a smile. Not quite the sardonic, mocking smile he turns on the others. This one has something else tinted to it. Something she barely catches.

Like maybe he’s pleased to see her.

Her own words to the doctor come back to her and for a moment, she regrets coming.

“Something you need?” he drawls and his voice washes over her and makes her shiver. He pointedly looks at her uniform bunched up in her arms then reaches out to her shoulder with one strong golden hand. Sometimes she wants to imagine those hands killing her. Sometimes she wants to imagine them killing for her.

She thinks he’s going to grab her shoulder and pull her inside but his fingertip only slips under the strap of her bra. There’s a burst of warmth and electricity as his skin makes contact with hers… then he tugs it down.

For a long moment, she forgets she’s standing in the middle of a corridor, half undressed, about to be more undressed.

Her breath hitches as his eyes focus on hers and she finds herself swimming in an ocean. “Or are you just lost?”