#but he's sweaty so they stick to his chest. yes you wanna

[alicedrawslesmis]

again I forgot to draw today cause I went to see a movie in the theatre lollll

but this time the movie did not have Dev Patel looking sweaty and bloody so I already forgot most of it

Stream Monkey Man

[fairytsuk1]

Please write more about bakugou and softie! Gf, i literally need that, you write really good dear😭

katsuki with a softie!gf

your movie night had started innocent enough. katsuki had helped you prep the snacks—caramel popcorn for you, and extra salty, extra spicy for him. he’d already given your ass a swat in warning, “quit eatin’ from my bowl, you’re such a brat.”

he knows that look you give him when you want him. he’d recognize it anywhere! but, he really thought you’d be able to hold out for longer. he snickers at your trembling in his lap.

“katsuki, help me,” you paw at his chest, hips swirling in his lap. “need your help, pleaseee?”

your boyfriend is so mean. he drinks in your begging self, and you know he’s feeling your walls squeeze him with every cant of your hips. he gives barely any indication though, only panting and gripping.

“no. i told you, i wanted to watch the movie. so, you gotta work for it. be good.”

really, you’re just being difficult. riding him was always incredible and made you feel so full as you dropped your ass against his muscles thighs. yet katsuki had spoiled you; your legs didn’t move like his hips did. they didn’t fuck you like he did!

a burn spreads through your thighs as you bounce in his lap, fat cock spreading you so lewdly—katsuki lets out a relieved sigh as your pussy swallows him whole. fully bottomed out and full to the brim. your boyfriend claims he’s watching the movie but you can see how his eyes flicker to your swollen clit pressing against his base as he stretches your gummy walls.

“‘tsuki, katsukii! help me…?”

you’ve got him. he rolls his eyes yet his hands mold to the plush of your hips easily, “you’re so needy. can’t do anythin’ with you…”

your man plants his socked feet on the carpet before leaving you gasping for air as he thrusts up into you. he’s much faster than you were and his muscles ripple under your fingers as he fucks you.

“fuck, pussy’s gripping me so tight. y’really wanted me, huh?”

“yes!! ohgod—tsukii, feels so good!”

“i know, i know,” he murmurs into your neck. “you’re so fucking sweet for me. it’s insane, makes me wanna fuck you dumb and leave you full, fuckkk.”

“i-i love anything, ‘m getting close, katsuki…!”

“yeah? my pretty baby,” his arms keep you pressed against him as they slink around your waist and squeeze. “shitttt, listen to how much she loves me.”

you can’t even rebuke the slutty noises your hole is making. your toes are curling as you writhe and you’re gone. he doesnt stop even as your hands push at his shoulders because it’s too much!! but he only smirks as he strokes and rubs tight circles on your puffy clit.

“ngh, ‘nd i love you too, baby. c’mon, wanna feel you cream on this cock—ohfuck!”

your sloppy cunt completely drowns out the movie as you gush all over his dick. you’re sobbing, clinging to him and katsuki can barely keep his eyes open as he pumps his load into you.

“c’mere, baby.”

it’s so messy, and yet your man is sticking his sweaty face against yours to give you a sugary kiss. you’re nearly asleep but you giggle in his grasp, “stop!! you’re all sweaty!”

“after all i do for you, that’s the thanks i get from my girl?”

he slaps your ass and you jump, “thank you, katsukiii~.”

he grins like a fat cat as you purr, “you’re welcome.”

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: When Dave is hired by your dad to clean your pool during the summer, something you'd known for a long time becomes even more obvious

Genre: Fluff with a smidge of suggestive content 😏

Warnings: flirty!reader, submissive undertones!dave, shy!dave, dave and reader are eighteen, swearing, making out.

~ here you go my lovely @moonlightspencie 🫶💕~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

You and Dave Lizewski aren't by any means close during the school year. You both live in completely different circles. You have your more popular friends and Dave has his small group of nerds. In all honesty, the only time you interact with him is when you occasionally take out the trash at the same time and see him from across the road.

He'll wave nervously and you'll smile to yourself. 

He really is cute. 

However, you weren't expecting to hear his voice as you're sunbathing by your pool on a sunny July afternoon.

You sit up instantly and push your sunglasses up on your head as you hear the small, "Yes, sir," Dave mutters as he holds the pool stick in one hand and listens to your dad explain how to clean the pool. 

"Ah, Y/n, this is David—Mr. Lizewski's son—he lives next door," your dad calls when he sees you, "He's cleaning our pool for a quick buck." 

He then turns to Dave and gestures to you, "This is my daughter, Y/n."

You smile and tilt your head as some water from your damp hair hits your shoulders. "I know, Dad. He knows. We're both seniors now," you say and sip from your lemonade, eyeing Dave.

"Hi, Dave," you say with a smile and the poor boy's cheeks turn crimson. 

Thank God you wore your sexy bikini. 

Your dad looks between you both, his hands on his hips, but he doesn't comment. "Alright, well, good meeting you Dave. I'll be inside if you have any questions," he says and once he's gone, Dave looks like a deer in headlights.

He's still standing by the pool, wearing embarrassingly colorful shorts and a white T-shirt. His brown curly hair is only a little longer than you remembered from a few months ago and he looks slightly fitter.

"You gonna stare at me the entire time or work, Lizewski?" you laugh and turn onto your stomach, pushing down your sunglasses again and resisting your head on your arms. You smile to yourself when you hear Dave's mumblings and shufflings as he works. 

Around fifteen minutes later, you shift onto your back again and see that Dave looks already sweaty from the excessive heat. Shit, he looks good.

"How long until I can take a dip," you cross your legs and ask, smiling at him as he jumps in surprise at the sound of your voice.

"O-oh, um," he avoids your gaze as he looks down at the pool, "I haven't added the chlorine and s-stuff y-yet, but after that probably I think- like thirty minutes?" 

You sit up and frown. "I'll just take a dip now, then, I don't wanna wait that long," you say and stand, running a hand in your hair as you walk to the stairs.

Dave watches you and he can't help but admit he's staring at your curves in your bikini. He resists the urge to adjust his shorts. 

"Y-yeah, s-sure," he stutters, unsure what to do now. 

You find him adorable so you smile at him as you walk into the pool. "Come, join me," you say, "It's boiling outside. My dad won't mind, promise," you say and guide some water onto your arms. 

Dave looks nervous now, his blue eyes round and unsure. "I- I don't want to bother you."

You smile at him and duck under the water, coming up and pushing hair from your forehead. "Nonsense, Lizewski. I'm inviting you in. Now, c'mon," you chuckle and swim around the pool.

Dave hesitates but he finally shrugs off his shirt and awkwardly covers himself until the pool water reaches his waist. He can feel you staring at his arms and chest and he blushes harder.

You swim to him. "Why're you so shy?" you ask curiously. "Usually guys that look like you are arrogant assholes."

"Guys that look like me?" Dave questions, walking further into the pool to meet you in the middle. He lifts his arms as he winces from the coolness of the water. 

You laugh and swim even closer until you're standing face-to-face in the water. Dave still looks blushed and you smirk. "Yeah. Guys that are handsome and cute and—" your gaze flickers to his abs, "hot—like you."

Dave looks like he could explode any second by how flushed he is and he rubs his nape. "Y-you think I'm all those things?"

You laugh, "Don't you own a mirror, Lizewski?"

He clearly doesn't know how to answer that so he goes with a compliment instead. "You're hot too, and cute–and b-beautiful," he mumbles shyly, "and your personality is totally banger–" he tries and you can tell he means it he's just nervous. 

You walk closer to him and hover your hand over his cheek before you push some of his curls behind his ear with your wet hand. "Dave, have you ever kissed a girl?" you ask, already knowing the answer. 

His breath hitches. "N-no–" 

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You look into his blue eyes and then at his pink lips. 

Dave stutters, "B-but your parents—"

"Aren't paying attention to us. Promise," you smile and cup his cheek fully in your hand. You pull him in, pressing your lips to his gently. He's stiff in the beginning, his hands awkwardly finding your shoulders.

"Relax," you tease and bump your nose against his. 

Dave relaxes and he lets out a small gasp as you push his back to the cool tile of the pool, your mouth exploring his hungrily. He's not a bad kisser for someone who'd never done it and when you wrap one leg around his hip, his hand dips under the water to hold your thigh. You groan into his lips and continue to kiss him as the water splashes around you.

The sun is warm on your skin and Dave can taste the lemonade from your lips. It's intoxicating and he wants more. He pulls away, breathless as he looks down at your body glistening from water and his dick fully hardens at how sexy you look in your bikini. His eyes are glued to your tits. 

"Here," you laugh, feeling him becoming all hot and bothered so you guide one of his hands to your tit and continue to kiss him as he feels you up. You run one of your hands up and down his abs under the water. "Good boy," you praise between kisses and you feel like you're also on fire. 

No experienced boy has ever made you feel this good. How is that even possible?

You make out for another few minutes and then as you pull away, Dave's lips are��red and moist. His eyes are blown wide and he's panting. He looks breathtakingly beautiful. 

You smirk and kiss his cheek, pushing away from him. "Times up," you tease and walk out of the pool, feeling his eyes linger on your figure as you wrap a towel around yourself. You turn to him, your tone light, "You should get back to work—Dad doesn't like slackers," you taunt him and grab your magazine. 

You hear Dave scrambling to exit the pool and you toss him an extra towel. 

"Might have to fix that big problem of yours first," you giggle, smirking.

Dave immediately presses the bunched-up towel against his boner as he makes an embarrassed squeal. Your heart leaps at the sound and you look over your shoulder, waving at him as you walk away. 

"I'll see you around, baby," you say with a wink and he is left a blushing mess behind you. 

[cjlouwho]

prompt: silly or angry sex? idk!

how about silly and angry sex? also, I don't write smut often so please forgive me.

“I really, shit, really don't wanna fight with you while your, oh yeah, fingers are in my ass.”

“Finger,” Tommy corrected, slowly and deliberately massaging over Buck's prostate. “Just the one right now.”

“God, you’re so annoying,” Buck huffed, his back arching slightly as Tommy's other hand rested over his stomach.

“Would you like me to stop?” Tommy asked. The way he was keeping his voice so calm and casual made Buck want to wring his neck a little bit.

“Stop being annoying?” he replied. “Yes.”

“Stop fucking you,” Tommy clarified, pouring a bit more lube on his fingers and adding a second along with the first, “so you can fight with me?”

Buck sucked in a breath, then let out a long moan. “Oh fuck no, don't stop.”

“Mm,” Tommy hummed. He ran his hand up Buck's chest, dragging it back down slowly. His fingernails scraping over Buck's nipple on the way. “So fighting while fucking it is.”

“Fuck. S'not fair,” he said with a glare, fucking himself on Tommy's fingers. One of his hands flailed out until it found Tommy's thigh, gripping it for dear life. “Kiss me.”

Tommy shook his head. “Tell me why you're angry first, Evan.”

“Mmm,” Buck's head lolled to the side, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure. “Don't remember.”

Tommy twisted his fingers, driving in with a particularly hard thrust.

Buck's eyes shot back open and up at Tommy, his hand squeezing tighter on his thigh. Tommy would have bruises in the morning, which sent chills up his spine.

“Yes you do,” Tommy said, staring back at Buck. “Now why are you mad?”

“Be- Because, oh right there, because you forgot to take the meat out of the freezer again.”

“And?”

“And I reminded you, uh, uh, uh, you like five times while I was at work.” He smacked at Tommy's thigh. “Add another finger, Tommy, please.”

Tommy obliged. He removed his fingers and added more lube, warming it up before pressing three against Buck's hole. “Deep breath in and-”

“Let it out slow, yeah yeah, I know. Not my first rodeo.” He rolled his eyes but drew in a deep breath, slowly releasing it as Tommy worked three fingers into him. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, sounding more annoyed about that fact than anything. He couldn't handle it anymore. He reached up and pulled Tommy down over him in a messy, angry kiss. He bit down on Tommy's bottom lip, causing him to hiss ever so slightly. He took that opportunity to practically stick his tongue down Tommy's throat, tasting his fresh mint mouthwash that he always gargled after dinner.

A dinner which was take out tonight.

Because he forgot to take the meat out of the freezer.

For like the fourth time in a month.

Tommy's fingers were moving inside him earnestly now, Buck meeting every thrust. “I know you, mhm, apologized but I really, uh, don't understand, yes, yeah, how you could f- forget like that, faster, Tommy, fuck me.”

“You feel so good around my fingers, Evan, God.” Tommy moaned into Buck's mouth as Buck reached down and took both of their cocks in his hand.

Their bodies were at awkward angles, with Tommy not able to move as deeply into Buck with each thrust. But, judging by the sounds coming out of his mouth, Tommy was still hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck, I'm close, Evan.”

“Me too, Tommy. S- so close. Just, oh shit yeah!” Buck came with a shout, Tommy following closely behind him.

They laid there for a few seconds in silence, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Eventually, Tommy pulled his fingers out of Buck and plopped down beside him in the bed.

“Shit, I love angry sex,” Buck admitted, rolling over to press himself against Tommy's side.

Tommy laughed, his arm wrapping around Buck's back as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Why do you think I keep forgetting to take the meat out of the freezer?”

“I knew you did it on purpose!” he exclaimed, leaning up just enough to look at Tommy.

“Well, after the aggressive blowjob you gave me the last time it happened, I had to test my theory. I do, however, promise not to use this knowledge against you in the future. No matter how tempting.”

Buck's eyes darkened as he pulled Tommy in for a kiss. “You're incredible,” he said. “You can use it against me anytime.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow at that and Buck continued. “Well, not any time. Like, if people are coming over for dinner, or if I have a special meal planned. Actually, I could make a detailed list of exact times where it would be appropriate to-”

“Evan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know there are other things I could do besides not take food out of the freezer, right?”

“Like... Like what?” Buck asked, shivering a little as Tommy's hand ran up and down his spine.

“I could occasionally leave my laundry on the bathroom floor.”

“E- Even your gym clothes?”

“If you wanted.”

Buck could feel his heartbeat speeding up. He'd be a little concerned about what this literal dirty talk was doing to him if he didn't currently find it so damn hot. “What else?” he asked.

“I could not take out the trash on trash day. It'd have to sit there another whole week before it got picked up.”

Buck pressed a kiss against Tommy's jaw, then started working his way down, ghosting his lips over Tommy's pec. “I would be livid,” he said before giving the skin there a little bite.

“I know. I could forget to pay a bill. Make you deal with a late fee.”

Buck was on top of Tommy in a second, his thighs straddling Tommy's hips. He was mad at the mere thought of that happening. But so fucking turned on he was already hard again. It wasn't just the idea of more angry sex that made him horny, it was the fact that Tommy was so competent with his forced incompetence that Buck needed him inside of him immediately. It was all very confusing, and Buck made a mental note to dwell on it later.

But for now. “Tommy?”

“Yes, Dear?” Tommy asked with a grin, his hands coming to rest on Buck's waist.

“I'm gonna need you to fuck me.”

Tommy gripped Buck tight, flipping them over quickly so he was back on top. He pressed a chaste kiss to Buck's lips before reaching for the lube. “Yes, Dear.”

[tricksh0t]

★ puppy love

☾ (ep 1-5) criston cole x male reader

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 1.17k words

cw: reunion sex, bottom criston, top m reader, missionary, swearing, slight humiliation kink, slight breeding kink, inexperience, overstim, slight feminization, undescribed age gap

Ser Criston Cole is a man of utter devotion.

He's naive like that, much too trusting and passionate. He devotes himself to the crown, to Queen Alicent, King Viserys, Princess Rhaenyra, and the long line of Targaryens to come.

He's a man of honor, a man of his word, and a King's Guard; but before all that, there was you.

A mentor once, who took what he knew and refined it; a good friend after, who always had his back; a would-be-lover before now, who took his heart and made away with it.

You're back now, and really he should be mad, but he owes his reputation to you and thus everything thereafter.

It's only fair you get to make him break his oath all over again.

That's his reasoning, as you drive your cock in and out of his very willing hole. He's powerless to stop you, muscles all but laid lax on the bed.

"Shit.."

It's vulgar, unbecoming of him.

"That's it." Comes a gruff voice, and his legs tighten around your waist as it reaches his ears. "Let me hear you."

But fuck, if he doesn't like it.

He's coming undone already with a pathetic whimper, dick spurting out high peaks of cum over his abdomen. You don't stop, and he doesn't tell you to.

It's not in his nature to be loud. He's quiet, he has to be, his harshest words only ever come in whispers within the shadows; but here, he lets himself go.

This is a liberty.

"More, more, more, please."

"I've got you."

The drive of your cock doesn't end and he moans in gratitude.

A warm hand holds up his chin. It fixes his head, making his sweaty hair stick to the pillows, and when next he opens his eyes he finds yours staring right at him.

Shame burns in his chest at the vulnerability, but his brown puppy eyes convey nothing but love.

"There you are, sweet thing."

He shivers at the nickname, legs moving in new life to tighten around your midriff. It's an instinctive move that speaks his mind plainly: in, in, in.

You only laugh in turn. The shame grows, but with it comes a certain guilt that he likes it, these little spurts of humiliation. It's a guilty pleasure.

He can scarcely think about it as the next moment you sling his leg over your shoulder and, "Seven hells!"

The new angle gives so much more depth to your thrusts, and though it takes away a little intimacy, he's sure he'll have time enough to wrap his legs around your waist and hold you close when you finish.

Criston can't have enough.

He's not sure why he thinks of that, not sure why he desires for you to finish inside. He can't take. It's an impulsive thought, but he'll be damned if his instincts aren't screaming for him to do it.

A spot inside him has him practically screaming when you hit it, and then you zone in like that's your price.

"What–" He cuts himself off with a moan; it kind of sounds like one of those wounded men being told to talk through the pain, to distract themselves. It's pathetic there, and still is here. "what was—is that?"

It's good, fucking good, as it sends electric shocks up his spine.

"Don't worry about it, lovey."

He's got nothing else to worry about, though. Nothing past the cock stretching him open, it feels, permanently. He'll be left gaping, he's sure of it, though he can't think of complaining. It'll only leave him open for you.

"Fuuck." Overstimulation is running through him in a pain he can't describe, because he's never felt it before. His head falls back on the pillows, and with it, his eyes roll back.

That's enough, should be at his lips, but instead there's only, "More, please, faster."

"You wanna cum again, soft thing?"

He's not soft, he's a King's Guard.

And yet he whimpers, "Yes. Yes, please. I want another, and I want yours."

His leg falls from your shoulder to wrap back around your torso. It feels nice, to have the meat of you between his legs.

"Greedy thing."

There's a whimper, some shame, then more as you grab his hips and pull him up to your pelvis and make him actually scream.

"My name sounds good on your tongue." Your steady voice and steady thrusts make it sound like it's a common occurrence to you.

Maybe it is. Maybe it's no different from fucking a cunt. Gods, to think of his hole like a cunt.

"I'm 'onna cum," Criston says, words lolling together. "please, with me."

"I've hardly started." You say, but you're only lying to see the devastation on his face and his pleading puppy eyes. You're lying, because he's squeezing around you like a vice so tight, only someone of your strength would be able to manage.

"Please." Criston says, as if the mere sound of his plea will spur the seed from your balls.

"I'll get there, love." Your eyes, dark with lust, meet his. He's sure you'll honor his pleading, then. "With you, you said?"

"Yes." He affirms breathesly.

His legs lock around you when you finish. It's pathetic, really, that it doesn't take much more for either of you to cum, but that shame burns away when you see his face. There's utter pleasure in the way his mouth splays open and ecstacy in the way he lets his head fall back at the peak of it, and you are content with all of it.

When Criston finishes, he does so with a cry, coating his sculpted abdomen a second time. There's a pit of guilt settling deep in the pit of his stomach, emerging through the pleasure and pain.

Another time, the same oath broken yet again; but you'd come before all that, and again he feels indebted to you. A bit of that desire is his own, to being filled. There's possession there, a desire to have a part of you, if only for the night. You'll not leave him so easily this time.

Except you do, afterwards. He's shamed, feeling like a common whore as you part from him and collapse beside him, not even helping to clean up. Criston seeks to mend that feeling himself, even if it means he must push past guilt and shame. Like a puppy, he settles his head on your chest in a sudden need for affection, and you don't complain.

In fact, you wrap your arms around him, and oh, there's your hand in his hair. "There's a reason for my stay, boy."

Your stay?

"I've been summoned as a candidate for the King's Guard." Criston lifts his head to look at you, something like hope in his eye. It makes you wave your hand dismissively, a panic he'd never expect from you. "Now, nothing is set in stone, but–"

Criston could keep you. Forever, that is.

His oath couldn't be further from his mind.

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ I just finished s1 so don't talk to me abt s2 but also this show is full of miscommunications and accidents I'm crying

[steddieas-shegoes]

only $13

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'shopping'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated t | 686 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, christmas shopping

🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️🛍️

Steve is terrible at math.

Unless it’s his very strict budget. Then he’s great at math.

He’s working out the Christmas gift budget, figuring out how much they can spend on Rory, on friends, on Wayne. It’s not difficult, and really, it’s not the end of the world if they go a little over.

They both have steady incomes, and plenty of savings and investments. Eddie frequently reminds him that they can’t take the money with them when they die.

And Steve loves Christmas.

Eddie’s arms wrap around his neck, startling him a bit. It’s rare that Eddie is quiet enough to scare him. His lips are warm against Steve’s cheek as he plants a soft kiss there.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace Steve’s worked hard to accomplish at the table.

“Budgeting.”

“Should’ve known.” Eddie kisses his cheek again before he pulls away. “Are we shopping while Rory’s at her goalie camp today?”

Steve nods and leans back into Eddie’s chest. He realizes he’s sweaty and groans.

“Did you work out already? I thought we were going to the gym together later?” Steve asks as he turns around to see Eddie’s hair up in a bun and his face bright red and dripping sweat.

“And I thought you were told to take it easy for the next week by your doctor?” Eddie raises a brow.

Steve pulled a muscle the week before while working out, but it wasn’t anything major. He just needed to take a week or two off from the gym. It’s been long enough, and he feels fine, and any excuse he can have to get sweaty with Eddie is one he takes.

“I’m fine. I could’ve at least done arms today.” Steve sighs. “Go shower so we can go to Target. Most of what she wants is at the pro shop or Pure Hockey, but we can get the other stuff out of the way today.”

“Wanna join me?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“Not if I want us to leave the house at all today,” Steve laughs.

Eddie sighs and goes to the shower, head hung low as if he just received the worst news he could imagine. And maybe he did. His favorite thing is showering with Steve so hearing no is probably devastating.

****

“Okay, they don’t have her size in the red, but they have it in yellow. Do you think-” Eddie starts to ask, but stops talking the moment he sees Steve’s face. “Right. Stupid question. Stick to the list exactly.”

He puts the sweater back on the rack and moves on. Steve is watching in amusement.

Eddie missed a lot of the Christmas shopping last year, too busy getting acclimated to his new job, so he’s been insistent on doing as much as he can with Steve this year.

Rory made a list almost a month ago, but this is the first time they’ve both been available while she’s busy.

“Oh! That’s cute,” Eddie says as he runs up to another rack full of things that are not on the list. “She’d like this, right?”

Steve looks at the crewneck he’s holding up. She would like it, but they have to stick to the list. It’s what he based his budget around.

“Steeeeve. Please, sweetheart. It can be just from me. I’ll pay for it on my own,” Eddie begs.

Steve thinks about it. He thinks about how every year until last year, it was just him and Rory, sometimes Robin if she could get out of visiting her parents. He thinks about how nice it is that Eddie’s here with them again, and will keep being there with them every year from now on, and how giving Eddie has always been.

“Let’s get it for her.”

Eddie bounces up and down like Steve just gave him a gift. “Yes! She’s gonna love it, you’ll see. And it’s only…” he looks down to the price tag. “$13!”

Steve kisses his lips quickly and takes the crewneck from him, adding it to the cart.

“Okay, back to the list,” Steve reminds him.

[fiapartridge]

Saturn Returns Interlude ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ | jack hughes

"it's time for you to get real about life and sort out who you really are."

☼ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

☼ summary: one last princeton party with your beloved boy...

☼ fia’s note 💌: waittt we're lowkey on a roll. i literally have not done any school work simply because i'm so tapped into this LMAO. but i hope u enjoy Saturn Returns Interlude <3

eternal sunshine hq ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

prev part: don't wanna break up again ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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You weren’t always like this. You didn’t believe in the standard ideology of making money, owning a nice house, creating a family, growing old, and dying. You were fun. Maybe that’s why Jack liked you; what drew him to you in the first place. 

As you sat strapped in the chair at the Lacuna Inc. office, items were being placed in front of you, inciting some sort of reaction in nerves—good or bad. But this one, this one was good.

“You can’t possibly think that Space Invaders 2 was better than Space Invaders 1,” Jack asked incredulously, his head tilted up towards the space you sat, perched on his back, your arms entangled around his neck as he piggybacked you to the parking lot.

“It was way better!” you laughed. “Tell me Dylan O’brien doesn’t make a hot astronaut.”

“Well,” he replied, earning a grin from you.

“See! Even you can’t say no.”

“Hey!” he poked your side before he let you down, allowing you to slip into the passenger seat before he rounded the car and plopped into the driver’s side. Pecking your lips, he eagerly strapped his seatbelt to himself. “You would have to be blind to think he didn’t look at least okay in that,” he chuckled, reversing out of the parking spot and onto the main road. 

Laughing, you slipped off your shoes, leaving them on the rubber mat of his car. Looking over at him, you watched him eye you quickly before looking back at the road. He smirked, feeling your eyes on him. When you were around, there was always a giddy feeling in his chest. His family told him that it was a symptom of the honeymoon phase. “It’ll fade with time,” his aunt told him during Thanksgiving dinner last year. But even when you’re screaming in his face, dark mascara running down your burning cheeks, and hiccups stuck in your sore throat, he still felt that feeling. 

As long as he was alive, he’d still feel that feeling.

You pulled your knees to your chest. “There’s a party,” you murmured.

He hummed in response but you knew he already knew about it. He knew about every party that happens in New Jersey. Not because he was some party fiend—well, yes he was—but because he was also invited to every party in New Jersey. If Jack Hughes was at your party, then it must be good. And, if Jack Hughes was at your party, it must mean his girlfriend was there too, because at that stage of your relationship, wherever he was, you were too. 

“I wanna go,” you whispered softly, running your hands through his hair as he stopped at a redlight. He threaded his fingers through yours, bringing them up to his lips, and gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Then let’s go.”

*₊ ° .　. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

It was a Princeton party. Jack hated those parties. He always felt so dumb around everyone else, but you loved this shit. Call yourself immature, but this was the one place you felt like you had a one-up on Jack. This was the one place you felt like you weren’t just Jack Hughes’ girlfriend. Here, you had a name. 

“Y/N!” Sam shouted over the music as he slid past drunk partygoers and sweaty, dancing bodies. 

Jack clung to you. His chest touched your back and his hands held your waist the entire time. He wasn’t going to let you go, not even for a second. 

“Sam,” you smiled. “This is Jack. You remember him from Cade’s party, right?” 

“The hockey player,” Sam recalled, holding his hand out to Jack.

Jack briefly nodded, sticking out his right hand, keeping his left attached to your figure. “Yeah. Just Y/N’s boyfriend tonight.”

You looked up at him, leaning back, and resting your head on his chest as he pecked your grinning lips. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how good he was at this—at being yours. Jack could navigate any room, whether it was a crowded party full of Ivy League kids or a packed arena filled with screaming fans, and still make it feel like you were the only person he cared about impressing. It wasn’t an act, either. You could see it in the way his fingers lightly drummed against your hip to the beat of the music or the way his eyes always flicked back to you, like he needed to confirm you were still there.

Sam kept talking, something about his startup idea or his summer internship—honestly, you weren’t paying attention. Jack wasn’t, either. His focus stayed on you, his thumb brushing lazy circles into the soft fabric of your top, grounding you to him. His chest was warm against your back as the conversation with Sam dragged on. You glanced over your shoulder and caught the slight twitch in Jack’s jaw, a telltale sign of how much longer he could take of Sam’s 15-minute monologue that soon became all about NFTs.

You smirked, slipping your fingers into his hand. “C’mon,” you whispered, tugging him gently toward the kitchen. “Let’s get you a drink before you die of boredom. See you later, Sam!” you smiled, waving goodbye to him as you dragged Jack through the party.

Jack’s low chuckle followed you as he let himself be pulled away. His free hand slipped into the back pocket of your jeans as you maneuvered through the crowd. 

In the kitchen, he leaned against the counter, watching you walk around like you just knew what to do, where everything was, like you never had a single question in your mind. You just knew.

“I owe you one for that,” he said faintly, his grin softening.

“You owe me plenty,” you teased, grabbing two red Solo cups from the counter and flashing him a grin over your shoulder. The kitchen was littered with cans: beers, seltzers, Yerba Mates (for some odd reason). A few pizza boxes were stacked on the counter near the half-opened fridge and a large plastic bin filled with ice sat, a few stray cans of unopened beers slowly sinking in the melting water. “Pick your poison.”

Assessing the limited variety, Jack picked up a beer from the cooler, handing it off to you—not forgetting to do so without a quick kiss. He watched as you popped open the lid, pouring in the bubbly liquid with ease. He didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you handed him his drink and started mixing your own. You felt his eyes on you as you bent down, grabbing a bottle of half-drunken vodka from one of the lower cabinets. You had bought Sam a handle two weeks ago for his birthday. You were surprised it wasn’t all gone by now. 

To be honest, Jack didn’t even like beer, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched you, a soft smile on his face like he couldn’t believe he got to have this—got to have you.

“Hm?” you hummed, still feeling his eyes bore into the back of your head.

“Nothing,” he said after a long pause, his voice quiet enough to make you spin around. “I just… you’re good at this.”

You chuckled. “At pouring drinks?” you asked, arching an eyebrow as you mixed the vodka with some cranberry juice you found on the counter.

He shook his head, taking a sip. “You’re just… good at making everything feel easy.” His words were soft, almost lost under the bass thudding from the next room. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask the flutter in your chest. “You’re ridiculous, Hughes.”

He scoffed, his grin widening as he reached for your hand again. He nodded, prompting you to push away from the counter and follow suit. “Come on, gotta show me those moves you’re always bragging about.”

He led you toward the living room, where the music was loud enough to vibrate through the floorboards. You slid easily into the crowds, finding the beat without hesitation. Jack stayed close, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you just enough to feel the heat of him on your back. 

You laughed, your drink still secure in your hand as you turned your head slightly, watching him watch you. He always said he was never a dancer, but with you, it felt like he could do it forever. 

Your free hand slid up, fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him lean down toward you. He didn’t hesitate, his arms tightening around your waist, grounding you against him as if you might slip away.

You leaned back, resting your head against his chest, your laughter soft and breathless as his lips brushed close to your ear. He grinned down at you like the crowded room had disappeared, like you were the only thing that mattered. And for that moment, it felt like you were.

You two stayed like that for a while. Laughing, touching, whispering in your little bubble. And as the music swelled, his hands steady on your hips and his eyes locked on yours, he made you believe how much he really loved you—that his love was not limited, and that you’d always be his, in every lifetime.

Growing hot, you tugged on Jack’s hand, weaving through the crowd and towards the front door. He didn’t question it, just followed, like he did most things with you. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if he could.

Outside, the cool night air hit you, sharp against your skin, and you sighed in relief. The world felt quieter out here, with only the muffled thump of bass and the distant hum of crickets filling the space between you.

“Better?” he asked, his voice low as he leaned against the porch railing across from you.

“Yeah,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself, the chill creeping through the thin fabric of your top.

Jack noticed immediately. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped closer, draping it over your shoulders. His fingers lingered for a moment, brushing your collarbone as he adjusted the fit. 

You glanced up at him, the jacket swallowing you whole as the smell of faint cologne surrounded you. You didn’t even need to ask, you just let him pull it tighter around you. It was always like this with Jack—he knew what you needed before you could even say it.

“What about you?” 

He shrugged, slipping his hands into the back pockets of your jeans as he stepped even closer, his body radiating warmth. “Guess I’ll just have to stay here,” he said, his voice teasing but low enough to make your breath hitch. “Besides, it looks better on you anyway.”

You rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away.

Everything about this moment was perfect and effortless and just so right. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to hold you like this, like you just fit together. 

For a while, you just stood there, and when the cold started to bite a little harder, he nudged you gently. “Ready to head back in?”

You hesitated, pulling the jacket tighter around you. You wish you had stayed longer; that you didn’t crave the need to see your friends inside; that you were fine just standing there with him, listening to his breathing, and every time he pointed out a constellation. (He didn’t really know what a constellation was—he just pointed at random stars, and you didn’t want to explain it to him, so you let him have at least that, just like you always let him have the little things.) You wish you had stayed. 

So now, you said, “Not yet.”

And in another universe, he would’ve said, “Okay.” He would’ve leaned in until your shoulders touched, waited until you were ready to move, and stayed with you on that porch until morning.

You could feel the jacket growing heavier on your shoulders, like it knew it was the last time you’d ever hold this moment. 

And then, so suddenly, just like all of the memories before, it began to . . .

f a d e .

The edges of the memory began to blur. The cool breeze softened into a dull hum. The laughter between you grew distant, and the stars he’d pointed to were disappearing one by one, swallowed by the thick, dark sky. You tried to hold on, tried to keep the details sharp—the sound of his voice, the heat of his touch—but the harder you clung, the faster they slipped away.

Wait, you wanted to shout. Please. Let me hold onto this for a little while longer. Please, just wait.

But then, the stars above turned to nothing. The porch faded, the thump of music dissolved into silence, and the memory slowly unraveled, thread by thread.

Until it was gone,

and all that you were looking at was a piece of fabric.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Monster Trio Having “Flashbacks” (NSFW)

@roronoaswifey taught me something 😁

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of Sex the night before

Luffy (While Eating)

“Thanks for the food!”

“Yeah. Yeah. This is like the 4th plate.”

Sanji waved off to his bottomless pit he calls a captain to eat. Luffy indulges himself once again to a meal of delicious juicy meat.

The sweet and savory mix of the marinade Sanji cooked to the tender beef coated his tongue with each bite, Luffy hums at the table eating to himself.

However, he takes one big bite and some of the meat squirted out on the table and onto his fingers.

Without thought he sucked on his thumb,

and that’s when it happened.

“Lu—!” Your breathless moan echoing in his mind, your thighs trembling over his sweaty broad shoulders now lowering to the sides of his hips as Luffy sits up on his knees to get a good look at you.

“You came a lot.” Luffy spoke seeing your sloppy, wet slit, covered in his spit and remnants of his cum, “But m’not done eating you up, Y/n.”

He gigglies lowly, his right hand rubbing up and down your shaky hip and thighs. He wasn’t wrong, already being fucked dumb by his cock and without letting you breathe he goes back down on you to “clean you up” which was always Luffy’s favorite part of having sex with you.

“Lu…more…”

“Hm?” He plays dumb, leaning into your face, the tip of his cold fingers tapping on your sensitive clit from below making you hiss, “Whatcha say?”

“More..please, papi…please..”

Dammit you knew the magic word (or name in this case) and it fucked your captain up a little. Whenever he hears the purrs of his nickname only you give him it gets his mind so fuzzy.

Right before he goes back down to finish the job he sticks his thumb inside your slit, wiggling it a little, cock twitching at how slimmy and wet you were, squirting just a little more on his wrist.

“Damn..” He looks at his hand, right before he takes a long lick from his wrist to his thumb, popping noises is the last thing you hear paired with a satisfied chuckle before he—

“Lu!” You snapped at his big doe eyes, He finally blinks and chokes a little at the remnant of food he has in his cheeks, you laugh a little. “You okay? You just was in some other planet just now mid bite.”

Not knowing what to say, he stares at you. Face unreadable to you which makes you stare at him back.

Your beautiful innocent smile that was once quivering lips of his name last night. He wasn’t sure why he had such a random memory of something you both do so often, but now wasn’t time to think, because once he took his last bite he took YOU back to recreate the mess he made of you yesterday.

Sanji

You are such a special woman to him. So special that he even wanted to keep you beside him as he cooked.

“Whatcha makin’ today, pretty boy.”

Sanji smiles, stirring the boiling pot of soup as you sat on the counter beside him, pink dusted his cheeks hearing your nickname for him.

“Just lunch, sweetheart. Wanna try some? See how you like it.”

“I always love your cooking, Ji….but yes I do.”

You share a giggle as he places the wooden spoon to your lips, his other hand cupping below it you slurp the delicious meal he made, slightly rolling your eyes back at how amazing it all melted in your mouth.

However, some of the soup dripped down your lip and to your clevage causing Sanji to quickly grab a paper towel and wipe it for you, leaving you a little warm in the face for when he wiped your breast so cautiously, moving up and down your chest seeing it wiggle with each movement he did.

And he noticed to, “Oh…sorry…”

“Don’t be. You can do whatever you want I won’t get mad.”

You peck his cheek before leaving the kitchen to use the bathroom and left him with his thoughts.

his eyes going back to the pot but his mind now to earlier this morning.

“F-fuck!”

This was such a sight for sore eyes, your pretty supple tits wrapped around his cock, tongue laid flat out to swirl around his blushing tip each time he thrusted upwards.

“Y/n…Y/n!”

His voice is a broken record to your name, repeating it, being so needy for more of your touch, his hair was a wavy sweaty mess, hip thrust, head falling back. He couldn’t believe he never asked to be waken up like this sooner.

“Cu—cumming again ah fuck im cumming again! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Cum for me, Ji.” Your words are just broken moans somehow getting just as much pleasure as your pervy cook just from watching him glide his cock between your tits.

He does so, leaving your neck down coated in his sticky cum, you couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of it dripping down your skin before Sanji grabbed your throat to kiss you. He moans so slutty, it vibrates on your tongue, he nearly swallows it whole once he shoves his inside your mouth.

“S-sorry…lemme…repay you really quick…” His lips tremble against yours with a slight grin.

“Do whatever you want to me, Prince…I’m all yours.”

You in an instant felt Sanji pull you up to lay you back on the bed, his head leaving open mouthed kisses all over before he reaches the special spot right between your legs,

“Oh!…Sanji!…San…Ji!”

“SANJI!” You snapped at him. He blinks repeatedly and almost notice his soup burning he panics to move the pot. “You okay baby?”

He turns to you, eyes immediately looking at your chest again, how supple they look, and how even prettier they were when—

“Y/n, my love….can we go to your room really quick?”

Zoro

“1,579…1,580…”

Zoro spent his afternoon like he usually does training. You however wanted to ask him if he wanted to have lunch so when doing so you interrupted him.

“In a minute, woman….I’m almost done.”

“You always do 2,000 pushups cant you cut it today?”

“No! I have to get stronger.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re so mean when you ignore me.”

“I’m not—-whatever.”

You stick your tongue out at him before leaving to eat. Zoro grunts a little more and finishes his set when he gets reminded of yesterday’s training with you.

“Z-zoro! T-too too much!”

If there was one thing Zoro loves more than Sake and his swords, was your face when under him.

“C’mon…gimme 2 more.”

Your ankles on his shoulders, back on the cold wooden floor of the Crows Nest you try your best to contain your breast but no longer were you able to do that when Zoro presses himself further into you.

“TOO MUCH!”

Your cries were on deaf ears, he was already fucking you into over stimulation. Just cumming twice and he didn’t even give you a moment to ride out the high just for you to get closer to a newer and harder orgasm than before as Zoro forced you to take all he had to give you.

Your mind couldn’t even begin to figure out whether to ask him to stop or keep going, but your body was starting to speak for you.

“Got damn girl—fuck! Locking me in huh—ah fuck!”

You wrapped your ankles around him, your arms above your head, now given up to the erratic hip snaps that Zoro was giving you.

“Ganna cum? hm? “

His fucking heavy breathing and his slurred voice in your ear made you clench down harder, hand right on his undercut about to claw it, if he kept talking to you. He knew exactly how to get you riled up by his voice.

“You’re so…mean fuckkkkk…” You whined leaning against his sweaty face as he was buried in your neck he down a low chuckle and picks up to pace. He doesn’t need you talking right now he needed you to be too dumb fucked to do so.

“C’mon. Cum for me. Do it c’mon baby..cum on this cock for me please.”

His palm moves to your lower belly pressing down of the vague bulge of your belly, and your eyes nearly pop put of your socket body shaking against his as you just couldn’t stop convulsing, crying his name in his ear up until—

“AH FUCK!”

Zoro falls face first on the floor, not realizing he space out holding a plank for way too long. He looks up from the floor and huffs.

“That damn woman…shit.”

At lunch you couldn’t figure out why Zoro’s hand kept caressing your thigh as you all ate. He wasn’t really into PDA like that so it startled you a bit.

Eventually though.

He fessed up and it led to another training session.

[getozzn]

🪽playing with sub! ino takuma

word count: 1,168

there is a lot to ino. for the most part, he has a genuine heart and an optimistic disposition, which is rare. however, at the moment, with his hands tied, seated between your legs, his own long limbs spread wide open with your ankles, he is nothing if not pathetic. his clammy, bare back is to your chest. your thighs bracket his hips from behind.

“too much, baby?” you ask, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. it comes with an amused laugh that runs like sweet but hot molasses down every cavity of his overheating and sensitive body.

beyond that, in the grip of your hand that has kept up its constant pace up and down on him, his stupid cock is red hot, hard, so much so it’s curved towards him. if you let go, it’ll smack right against the taut muscle of his torso, the satisfying dull sound already echoing in your mind from when you first started.

he’s covered in himself, past few releases overdone, now in between your fingers and down your wrist.

your free hands moves up to feel his chest, palm flat as it ghosts over, grazing his nipples where you learned he was sensitive there. even on days where you don’t mean to be intimate, you may leave a kiss on his chest and it gets him so weak so fast.

he is putty in your hands easily. but it’s not exactly fair; he is puppy like in nature but more so in the love he has for you.

“oh please!” he cries brokenly, tipping his head back and trying to buck his hips into your fist. you tut at him a little and he backs off. he knows better than that.

ino’s shaggy locks stick to his heated, sweaty skin up from his forehead and temples to behind his neck, even against your own. his eyes squeeze and he breathes outwards, lungs seizing for air, like a hand reaching out, anything he can grasp at in the heat of the moment. your hand is working on him and demanding what will now be the fourth orgasm of the night.

he doesn’t even know if he has it in him.

ino is restless despite the grip your body has on him, head turning, hips twitching, and fingers convulsing in their tied grip.

“oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, fuck—please!” he begs without reason. it sounds like he’s crying with that breathy, broken little edge.

“use your words, darling~” you suggest lowly, laughing a bit as he gasps particularly sharply and pitchy.

he’s close. he shakes his head wildly and moans. the weighted drag and crisp sound of your hand on him is putting him in this constant whirlpool of pleasure, arousal that is beginning to teeter towards pain. maybe not pain, he reasons, his brain turning to mush.

“what’s wrong, ino?” you purr.

he weakly moans and shakes his head, stretching his back like he’s arching it.

“nothing, mmm!” he sobs a little, starting to lose the fight. “baby, oh, baby please…l

“please what?” you laugh and he cries a little.

you twist your wrist when your hand drags over his tip, a little pop that pulls deeply into him and makes his eyes roll back a bit.

“i-i… i can’t… no more…” you arch an eyebrow and slow down your rhythm. he has a safe word.

“you sure?” you whisper softly and he lets out a wobbly moan.

there’s something too satisfying about seeing the reverberation of his thighs, the twitching of his warm golden flesh, the trembling of the muscle. your free hand moves down to rub over them, from past times where you’d left on him: full bites and marks. you laugh again.

“is that really what you want hm? don’t you wanna let go, sweetheart?”

he’s so loud. you leave a few chaste kisses behind his ear and frontwards where his bobbing adam’s apple is.

he gasps loudly and nods vigorously.

“yes!” he chokes a bit swallowing a bit. “yes!”

his mind is all over the place. it’s fine, you’ll take care of him after of course. this moment now is in the forefront of your mind.

it doesn’t take much longer for his sounds to turn empty, hissing. his jerking body stills and he bucks up into your hand before he falls apart. he turns boneless immediately, panting hard. his chest heaves. there is a pink hue of flush that stems from his chest up. so pretty.

your hand continues to stroke, easing all he has left to give slowly coming to a pause. ino begins to breathe a little lighter, resonating a sound that resembles the whimper of a dog, and you know that means it’s too much. you drag your hand gently up off him and let him fall back against his body from your grip, defeated and limp.

he needs a moment to come back down to earth. he passes through the stratosphere, mesosphere, through the array of clouds that had been giving rain during the day, and he’s back in his body.

he catches his breath. you run your hand through his hair, from his forehead back, peppering kisses across the side of his face.

he hums a little and shuts his eyes, enjoying your touch.

“did i do good?” he speaks up, voice a little gravelly from earlier. he turns to you with heavy eyelids and big shimmering eyes.

you smile at him in the reassuring way he needs and nod, rubbing his cheek with the backs of your fingers. he keens a bit.

“you’re perfect, you know that?” you tell him. he smiles back.

you share another moment of silence. there’s light chatter filling in with praise from you, which warms him even more.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm? maybe i’ll join you. you got me all sweaty,” you chuckle, hands untying his hands before moving to settle on his waist, rubbing his sides. you pat his right hip. when he sits up and moves to stand up, legs shaking, you can’t help but find that he’s not flaccid yet.

“ino…” you call. he’s grabbing the towel you had by the bedside and he pauses. he nods like he doesn’t even know. how would you not feel it? you wonder…

“hm?” he tilts his head.

“why are you still hard?”

the moment is filled with silence. he looks away and struggles to meet your eyes.

“i like it when you take care of me…”

“i bet you do. thought you were done for the night.” you laugh and shake your head.

“never am when it comes to you.” he maneuvers himself to hug you, pressing himself against your bare legs. in his nakedness, he takes your face in his hand and leans down to kiss you so sweetly and passionately like he hadn’t been crying and pleading to the heavens earlier.

ino can be so easy but more than anything he is full of love for you.

🪸 | ending was super rushed sorry haha. i hope i get better with practice lol. if you read all the way through, thank you 🫶

[fanfiction-blep]

My dirty little girl ~ Miles Quaritch.

Kinktober Day one ~

Kinktober 2024

Warnings: age difference, Degradation, slight power dynamic, fingering. mentions of penetrative sex.

note: sorry this is rushed and not proofed im trying to catch up on days I am behind on. so keep an eye out I will be doing a post for every day that may just come out a little late. love ya! <3

My barley covered ass rested on the cool metal table top. my skirt was bunched up around my upper thighs leaving more than a decent amount of skin exposed. my low cut button up shirt was sticking to my sweaty skin, I was a mess. A weak mess beneath this man, lord this man. His thick strong fingers pumped into my cunt not at a painfully fast pace, however his strokes were full of intent. He was stood between my legs keeping them open despite how desperately my thighs squeezed against his own. His free hand was woven into my hair deep against my scalp, gripping tightly to hold my head back exposing my neck to him. Miles fucking Quaritch. He was older, technically a superior and somehow that made all the more exciting. i was flushed and embarrassed at the idea of someone finding out, yet excited. his calloused thumb rubbed against my clit and a erotic moan forced it way out of my throat. he smirked and sneered down at me.

"Your such a little slut you know that?" he seethed out his face was inching closer to mine, he hadn't kissed me in what felt like age. and I was craving it, I pulled my head forward fighting his grip just to ghost my lips against his. a weak attempt at contact at intimacy. He hissed at me his eyes narrowing. "So desperate..." his fingers continued to pump into me "Its pathetic" his thumb flicked over my clit starting a slow yet consistent pace. I whined pushing my his against his fingers. my body was on fire, my stomach was in knots. he was making me a weak mess beneath him. And he knew it. "look at you" he drawls "you'd do anything for me" I nodded as best as i could with his hands in my hair, i whined out pressing my chest forward exposing my cleavage, his eyes wondered down for a moment flickering between my chest and my wide eyes. his tongue darting out wetting his lips. it was sinful the way he was crafted was beyond anything i could comprehend. his strong built shoulders flexing out as he breathed in a sigh and removed his hand from my hair. "anything huh?" his words went straight to my core tightening against his fingers. his smirked at me. his free hand and his ripped my shirt in a swift smooth motion, he sucked in a breath at the sight of my bra covered chest.

"Anything" I replied my voice barley above a whisper, his fingers and thumb continued to rub against me. I was a shivering mess I wasn't even sure how i had held on this long. his hand moved to my lower back his fingers dancing against my spine. I shivered at his movements. his head dipped low his teeth raked against the skin of my breast. "Please" I chocked out, breathing becoming deeper and inconsistent.

"Please what, huh?" he curled his fingers upwards as he pulled them out and pushed back down as he pulled out. the feeling was too much. I gripped onto anything I could the back of his neck, his bicep. Anything.

"Please i want to cum for you"

"Slut" He chuckled, biting down on my skin. i cried out in response the pain, I loved it. "Wanna cum so bad huh?" i nodded whimpering out a pained

"yes" His pace continued drawing me closer and closer.

"oh your so fucking pathetic" He laughed, "so desperate to cum you'll happily take my fingers, cant even be patient enough to wait for my cock?" I whined and wreathed at the idea of having him inside me, having him pump himself deep inside me until the only thing i could think about was him, his smell his feel. everything. I clenched around him. "Oh you like the idea of being my little cock slut huh?" he ran his fingertips up my spine adding to my pleasure. the pressure built suddenly and I could barley hold back my moans of pleasure, not like i was trying anyway. I was a pathetic mess for him and we both loved him.

"Please” I whined out a chocked out moan falling from my lips.

"come on then, cum for me" he ordered and like clockwork my body obeyed. i arched against him. my muscles tense and contracted. "That's it, cum for me" he cooed a smirk plastered on his lips. "My dirty little girl, look at you cumming from just my fingers" he talked me through my orgasm, never stopping his movements. This man would be the death of me and I couldn't stop even if i wanted too.

[trashogram]

could you do breeding kink with Lucifer, and make it extra monsterfuckery, author's choice?

Kinktober Day Twelve — Monsterfucking

Warnings: F!Reader, shapeshifting, werewolf knot, nods to various creature fucking

Enormous paws hauled you up by your hips, prying your legs apart so that the wolf could nose at your sweet center.

You mumbled and whined senselessly into your forearms, resting on the grass after you’d failed to prop yourself up onto your elbows. The swipe of the creature’s long, flat tongue between your folds, laving over your clit, had felled you.

Even to your own ears, you sounded like a broken bell, “Y-you shouldn’t play w-with your food, you know…”

The wolf paused, separating from your drooling cunt for a brief moment that made you cry real, fat tears.

“But you like it.” He said wryly. “I can smell how much you like it.”

You wailed. His heated breath was still there to warm you, but it was hardly enough. Your spine curved as you pushed back, offering as much as you were begging. Those dexterous paws, more like hands covered by thick fur, adjusted their grip.

“I would love it if you fucked me with that huge, knotted cock of yours though.” Confidence sprang forth, running through you as you peered back.

The arctic white wolf wasn’t your average Earthly animal — it sat on its haunches, looming above you with thick, snowy fur and perked, whorling ears. Saber fangs curved down from its long jet-black dotted snout and its tail was the size and thickness of a great oak’s bough as it thumped wildly. But its shape — large barrel torso and wide-set shoulders, was arrestingly human — exactly as you’d described your imagination’s depiction of a werewolf to Lucifer.

Its astonished look, mingled with a sweet, slow-burning heat, was infinitely human.

“Honey — ” The spell was broken when your wolf ducked his head, whining bashfully.

Again, you wiggled your hips. You smiled as you felt your ass jiggling in his grip, and his ruby eyes flicked to the motion.

“Oh Wolfie,” You lower lip jutted out in a melodramatic pout. “Don’t you wanna breed your little bitch? Gimme lots of cute little puppies?”

Lucifer growled.

He lunged, suddenly bent over you with his hard, inhuman cock poised at your sopping little hole. Your gasp spiraled into a shrill squeal as he entered, stretching you instantly until you were burning.

“Fuck… Yes, baby.” You swore, hissing as he pushed further. “Give it to me. Gimme all of it!”

That narrow muzzle came to rest on your shoulder as Lucifer filled you until the base of his dick crushed your clit and labia. You were wrapped up in his furry arms, his black claws stamping around your delicate skin as he hugged your back to his broad chest and tugged you into a standing position.

He thrust out and back in frantically, unable to hold back as your warmth enveloped him.

“I love you so much.” He said, sounding near to tears. “I can’t wait — nnngh fuck, s’good — Fuc-Can’t wait to see you pregnant with our baby!”

You nodded when nothing but a strangled squeak tore out of your throat. The knot slapped against your sloppy cunt with each impale, sending electric currents through your veins.

It was a completely different experience to the previous —

When you’d felt the tentacles of Lucifer’s sea monster form stick like vines to your legs and keep them steady as he fucked you from beneath bubble bath water.

When he’d bent you over a glossy coffin, teeth sunken into the tender flesh of your neck and thrust between your thighs until reaching his peak and quickly stuffing himself inside your drenched cunt.

When his molten, scaly belly brushed over your breasts, nipples pebbling beneath the peculiar sensation while his proboscis-like cock poured liquid fire into your womb.

— but no less mind-blowing.

“Fill me up.” You begged, finding your voice as fur clung to your sweaty body. “Fill me, Lucifer! Breed me! Break me!”

The knot pushed past your swollen lips, expanding your sloppy grasping hole to its limit. Lucifer howled as his cum splattered your insides, gushing until your belly protruded with the load. You hardly noticed, eyes falling back into your skull as you convulsed in the wolf’s crushing embrace.

[roadkillremi]

Kinktober '23

3 out of 11

Blindfold/Roleplay

Stu Macher X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : Stu Macher puts you in a blindfold (consented), smut without a plot. Characters are 18+

Warnings : MINORS DNI, Blindfold, gagging, roleplay (Stu being Ghostface), masterbation, p in V, knife play

The soft silk covered your eyes perfectly. You tried to open your eyes just to see darkness. You heard shuffling around the bed, the mattress sunk into your right. The smell of beer and weed were in the air. Stu chuckled softly rubbing his finger down your face. It slid down barely touching you.

"Is it weird?" He whispered. His voice was raspy and low. You turned towards the sound, "A bit...". He took a deep breath, "So you still wanna try?". When he exhaled the smell of weed intensified. You scrunched up your nose, "Yeah, I'll tell you if I don't.".

"Awesome."

You swear you could hear his smile as he spoke. It went silent and back to shuffling. Your mind went wild of what he'd do to you. You were a bit nervous, what if someone walked in?

Billy had a reputation for not knocking when you and Stu were busy. He didn't seem to care and just walked straight out of the room going, "Nevermind you two are.. busy".

You were too focused on your thoughts when Stu touched your chin. You jumped back before leaning into his touch. He laughed softly rubbing your chin gently.

"Imma take off your clothes.." he whispered. You nodded giving him approval, he hands darted to your shirt. He roughly took it off causing the blindfold to shift up. You opened your eyes seeing him completely naked in front of you. He smirked fixing the mask blind you.

"Nuh-huh" he teased. You whined softly going back to your fate of no vision. He slid your bottoms down in one swoop. You moved your hands around the bed to get a feel for what's near you. His bed was unmade and the sheet was coming off.

"here lemme help you.." he grabbed your hips sitting you against the wall next to his bed. He opened your legs letting out a soft, "whoa..". His fingers trailed down your thighs closer to your heat. He gently touched your clit, your body aggressively shivered. He chuckled removing his fingers, you whined needing more touch. A soft pop sound came from his mouth.

"Open your mouth." His voice peaked with excitement. You opened your mouth letting your tongue stick out. He slid his fingers into your mouth leaving them there. His long bony fingers reach to the back of your mouth. You slightly gagged against them. He laughed, "Suck them, baby..".

You clung your tongue to his digits. He'd push his fingers back more making you gag against them. He'd just laugh it off and hold them there. He slid his fingers out of your mouth, you waited. Nothing happened, you let out a whine signalling you wanted him. He let out an airy moan, you reached for your blind fold lifting it up.

The dim lamp shines on his slightly sweaty torso. His hand, the one that was in your mouth, was now being used to pleasure himself. His eyes were focused on your cunt as he gripped his cock.

"Stu.." you whined. His eyes shot up to you, he grinned.

"Need something?"

You closed your legs, "I want you..". He leaned forward pushing his arms on the wall trapping you.

"Oh yeah?" He gave you a wide smile. You nodded not knowing what to focus on.

"Put your blindfold on and I'll handle the rest.." he smirked. You nodded sliding it back on, you heard the springs of the bed release as he got up.

You didn't understand why he wanted to use a blindfold. You two had sex before and it wasn't the first time kinks were brought up. But a blindfold hadn't been used. His footsteps grew closer to you, "I wanna try something.. do you trust me?".

"Yes." You exhaled. You tried to focus on the sounds he made, he shuffled a lot. He leaned back onto the bed close to you. a cold metal went down your chest and stopped at your bra.

"Stu.." your voice was Shakey.

"Don't call me that right now..." his voice seemed low. His demeanor changed, "What should I call you?" You croaked. He heard a smile form on his face, "Ghostface.." he mumbled. Your heart quickened, "Ghost... Ghostface?"

"Mhm.. think you can do that?"

"Yeah..."

"Good girl.." he cooed. The tip of the blade dug into your skin.

"I'll buy you a new one." He whispers. He slices the flimsy lace bra you wore. The fabric fell off your chest to your sides. The metal slid over your breast circling your nipple. You shivered, "St-... Ghostface?".

"Yes, baby?"

"Please don't cut me..." you whined. It went silent, "I won't... but.. for fucks sake can you beg me now to hurt you...". You nodded, he grabbed your hips pulling them to the edge of the bed. He parted your legs and then returned the blade to your chest.

"Beg for your life..." he whispered. You bit the inside of your cheek, "Please don't kill me... I wanna live..". He dug the knife into your chest a bit more.

"Fuck baby... you can do better than that." He snickered. You bit your lip, yolked the idea of him having this power over you. You swallowed, "Please don't hurt me! I have so much to live for! My boyfriend! He'll be here any minute!".

"Guess I should make this quick then." He shoved himself into your cunt. The blade was pushed up against your lower abdomen. He groaned softly moving his hips further into you. He leaned down licking your neglected nipple. It perked up against the cold air making him chuckle. His tongue flicked it around as he thrust into you. Your brain went foggy trying to process it all.

The cold blade pushing itself into your skin. His cock continuously going deeply inside of you. His tongue teasing your breast. You whined and squirmed feeling it build up. Stu groaned into your chest, the blade slid down to your thigh. You began to arch your back, your hands darted to him. You felt around, his shoulder blades flexed as he held the knife. You dug your nails into his back causing him to moan. He moved his hips violently, the blade kept digging and digging.

"I'm so close!" You moaned. He laughed a bit and kept going, "Come on, baby. Finish for me. Finish for Ghostface.". You felt the burst of warm ooze out of you. Your body tensed up, he held onto your waist. His hand traveled up your body removing the blindfold. Light flooded into your sight, you squinted.

Stu stood up, his lips plump and pink. He grinned, "You did so good.".

Tag list - @hurlonsororitygirls @sanzumylovee @katie-tibo @horneybeach1 @ithinkitszeph

[marcellaasblog]

Just an early morning though that's all....

Nsfw, minors DNI, 18+!!!

I was thinking about overstimulated switch Eddie and reader were Eddie is on top of you pumping into you as you cum on his cock he has to hold your arms down and lock your legs in place as you cum on him your whole body is shaking and you tried to get loose from Eddie's grip but be wasn't bugging off of you. He has his face in your neck bitting down on your shoulder as he growls in your ear. "stop fucking moving and let me cum baby." You wanted him to cum but your body couldn't handle him pumping into you any longer. Your brain went fuzzy as your body jerked you could feel your pussy clench around Eddie hearing his balls slap your ass and his grunts and moans straight into your ears Eddie could feel you get wetter then before he buried himself into your wet warm hole as he shoots him cum into you. He breathing heavily at this point kissing your puffy red face. You hated how Eddie made your cum again. You wanted to see him squirm too. Before Eddie could pull out you Lock your legs and feet around his ass squeezing down hard onto his soft cock. "Babe let go." You smirked up at him "fuck you." You squeeze on him again making him whimper. "I said let GO." He tells you taking your face into his hands squeezing your cheeks together. You squeeze on his again not letting go this time."Babe STOP fuck! too sensitive." You look up at his wide eyes "you don't like it huh?" You squeeze him again moving your hips up and down slowly while you squeeze his cock tight. "Fuckkkkk baby please." He begs. You get close up to his ear moving his sweaty curls from his face. "I wanna see you cum again can you do that?" You asked kissing his sweet spot on his neck. You rut your hips along your boyfriends sensitive cock. "Mhm" he whimpers you giggle as you take control this time locking your arms around his back hugging him into your chest hearing his soft angelic high pitch cries. "Fuckkk baby I'm sorry, it's it's too much." Eddie whines try to break loose as you start going faster, at this point your just jerking him off with your wet hole,his body lays on yours as you hug him tight kissing his soft pale shoulder. "Come on baby I wanna feel you cum again." You could here him sniffle into your chest you felt bad but at the same time you didn't."shhhh it's okay baby I'm right here just cum okay do it for me You got it." He nods his head as he ruts his tired body into your wet hole. "Oh OH fuckkk baby I feel it." You nod your head kissing his sweaty hair. "Yeah, you feel it you gonna cum again?" You mocked his whiney voice. "Fuckkk yes yes yes, baby hold me fuckkk im-" he was cut off by you flipping his body letting you be on top this time. You laughed at how your boyfriend looked so fucken pathetic under you. You hugged his body wrapping yourself around him,letting your ass drop down on his cock over and over again,you could feel Eddiea finger nail cut into your hips. "Fuckkk FUCK I'm FUCKING CUMMMING AHHHHH SHITTT"! you giggle looking up into Eddies eyes as they role back " fuckkk yeah fucken cum you whiney little shit." You could feel Eddie's body shaking under you,this time as you pin him down riding his cock as his mouth his open eyes rolled back as he cries threw his puffy wet pink lips. "IM CUMMING IM FUCKED CUMMMING OHH BABY FUCKKKKK IM SORRY IM SO FUCKEN SORRY!" Eddie cries and moans out loud like a starved touch little bitch in heat. "FUCK YEAH CUM IN ME BABY COME ON! you ride him faster as you can feel him cumming inside of you as you go up and down his cock feeling his cum drip out if your wet filled pussy of you onto his balls and sheets. You look down at Eddie. He crying, actually fucking crying as he chokes on a moan looking up into your eyes as you smile down at him still riding him threw his high. You slow your pase letting yourself catch you breath looking down at your boyfriend again seeing how wet his eyes and cheeks were and how fuzzy his hair got sticking to his forehead and pillow. "Baby you okay? You asked kissing his cheek. Before you noticed Eddie grabs your hips turning you over letting him be on top again.

"you wanna play that fucken game with me Missy?" He growled into your ear as you smiled up at him. "Fine! Then you wouldn't mind round three would you." It wasn't question he was making a statement.

You knew you were in trouble.

[kingofthe-egirls]

AFTER 1071: LUFFY x Y/N

(spoilers, obvi)

“Are you—,” you whisper, tracing his features with hungry fingertips, “Are you still…you?”

He stares at you with crystalline eyes. “You tell me.”

You stare back at him, hard.

His smile quirks up.

“Yes,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck, “It’s still you.”

He giggles, manic, wrapping his own rubber limbs around you and lifting you off your feet. He twirls you around and you’re dizzy.

“Lu—!”

“Haaahahaha!!!” He sets you down spinning, and you gasp as you twirl around like a top. You dig a little into the ground with the force of it. “You’re so CUTE y/n!!! And you’re ALL MINE!!!!”

He bounces up twenty feet in the air, only to land down directly atop your shoulders. “Fuck!” You scream, knocked over by his weight. He giggles, pulling at your face. He has you spring back like a doorstop, back and forth with a strong boing!!! ringing in your ears.

“Luffy!!!”

He snickers, arms wrapped around you in loops. “Yeaahhh? What is it, kitty? Are ya having fun yet?”

“Mhmm,” you nuzzle your face into his, squishing his nose against your cheek. “You’re so cartoony!”

Luffy lifts you off the ground again, carrying you like a sandbag under one arm. You bounce along in his trajectory, powerless to stop him even if you wanted to. “Let’s go to my room!!!”

****

Sex with new Luffy is wild.

He’s stuttering and crying, slipping out of you at every other thrust.

“Luffy,” you chide, running your hands through his sweaty hair, “Are you okay?”

He sniffs.

“Was so fucking scared,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. His hips snap instinctively, and you both hiss. He’s deep inside you, now. “I—I think I died, y/n. I don’t ever wanna do that again.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you hitch a breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. Closer, closer, please just closer—

“I-I fucking love ya so much,” he whines, rubber-wrapping his arms around you several times. He sits up so he can thrust easier. You whimper, feeling filled up and emotional.

“Love you too, Luffy.”

“Mmmnnn,” he moans, head thrown back in overwhelming emotions. “Don’t wanna lose ya—don’t wanna lose another fight like that—don’t wanna feel all cold like that ever again—,” He hiccups, tears now forming at the corners of his eyes. His hips slow, and you gasp.

“Luffy!” You sit up, unraveling his arms from around you. He’s sniffling now, and you climb into his lap. He buries his face in your hair, and inhales a shaky breath. He exhales out a shattered sob. “Luffy—,”

“M’sorry,” he hiccups, “M’so sorry.”

“Baby,” you hush him, stroking your fingers over his back. “It’s okay, honey, it’s over now, it’s okay…”

You want to soothe him as best you can. You want to wrap him inside your heart and let him live there.

As it is, you press his face into your chest, and let him heave ugly, wet sobs against it.

Softly, you start humming.

“Binkusu no sake wo todoke ni yuku yo…,” Luffy hums, wrapping his arms around your waist to sway you both gently to the rhythm. You keep going, softly carding your fingers through his hair as you sing. “Umikaze, kimakase nami makase,” your voice catches, throat dry, but you keep going. “Shio no mukou de yuuhi mo sawagu,” you sniff, hand resting atop Luffy’s raven head. “Sora nya, wa wo kaku tori no uta…,” You trail off, but Luffy takes a long, loud sniff, and joins in. You both start singing.

Sayonara minato tsumugi no sato yo

"Don" to icchou utao funade no uta

Kinpa-ginpa mo shibuki ni kaete

Oretachya yuku zo umi no kagiri

You both start singing the yo-ho-ho’s with enthusiasm now, lifting off the bed to stand up, swaying in each other’s arms. It’s not long before you’re shouting the words, jumping up and down on the bed like little kids.

“Yo ho ho! Yo ho ho-ooo!!!”

Luffy howls to the moon, bounding off the bed to stick his head out the window. His naked form is lithe and silvered in the nighttime. You follow him. Always.

“Yo ho ho! Yo ho ho-oh!”

You both wrap your arms around each other, and sing to the full moon.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Sorry to hear you're feeling shitty after your surgery. Don't worry, your nips are NOT going to fall off. Since you asked for fic requests, I've always wondered what Ed and Stede's very first night in their inn by the sea was like.

I love this one, thank you!! I'm feeling pretty good tonight (and significantly less worried about any nipple-related complications after checking in with my surgeon earlier and getting a thumbs-up on the healing so far).

--

Ed was trying not to think too hard about what Stede's last straw would be.

He was a really good sport about the awful smell, and even continued being a good sport when they discovered that the smell befouling the whole house turned out to be due to what was formerly some kind of animal rotting under the floorboards. Ed had a brief moment of worry when Stede got a bit pissed about Ed not wanting a hug after he came back from disposing of that whole mess, but they talked it through (as a crew of two) and Ed was happy to give Stede a hero's welcome after he washed up.

But they'd just kept running into snags. The sky roof (that's what Stede was calling the massive hole in the roof) was too big to cover with the spare canvas they'd brought for it, and Stede stuck his foot directly through some boards on the porch and needed to be rescued, and Ed attempted a sexy lean against a wall in a bid to get Stede to grab him by the hips and wound up going right through...

By nightfall, their list of things to patch before the house was safe for sleeping in had grown as tall as Ed, and they decided to just sleep outside.

Ed hated sleeping outside. It was hot, and he felt sweaty and gross, and there were bugs everywhere, and - oh shit, he was getting dirt on his shirt sleeve. And the worst part...

Stede was going to change his mind any second now.

Letting his breath out in a hitching jag, Ed glanced over at Stede, laying next to him on the blanket they'd spread out in the grass, who was looking up at the stars coming out in the sky, his hands crossed over his tummy. Noticing Ed was looking at him, Stede turned his head, his face breaking into a beaming smile -

"So," Ed managed, his voice watery, trying very hard not to blink because he was sure his tears would spill over. "Sorry it's not what you hoped for."

"Are you kidding?" Stede snorted, his hand moving almost instinctually between them to twine his fingers with Ed's. "I've got you with me. Everything else is just a bonus."

"I hate sleeping outside," Ed mumbled petulantly.

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you?" Stede wrinkled his nose - not making fun of Ed, just sympathetic. "Wanna do something about it?"

Before Ed knew it, they were propping up some of the extra canvas they'd brought on sticks around them in a makeshift tent, and maybe it was much less technically suitable if they cut a nice big hole in it above their heads so they could still see the stars, but they both really wanted to be able to see the stars. Stede used a broom to whack the worst of the leaf litter and general nature-y gunk away from their location, warning it very sternly to "leave poor Ed alone," and with their skills combined they were able to get some water going over a campfire to at least have something similar to their usual sleepytime tea.

And curled up together, Ed's head resting safely on Stede's chest, snuggled up safe from the rest of the world in their little makeshift tent...everything felt alright.

"Sorry the place sucks," Ed said.

"It's a fixer-upper," Stede said easily. "Good bones. Might take some patience! But as long as I've got you -"

Ed couldn't really help but smile, when Stede looked at him like that, like he hung every one of the stars up in the sky. "And as long as you're with me -"

"Yeah," Stede said, giving Ed a big cheesy wink just to make him laugh. "I think we'll be alright."

They'd have a busy day in the morning, when they'd have to start the task of actually trying to tackle the long, long list of issues with their new home. Probably, they'd spend most of the day trying to figure out which things were urgent to attend to and which were very urgent. There would be annoyances, and setbacks, and they'd probably have lots of silly little bickering arguments that ended with I'm sorry, I love you, I'm just stressed, and I know, I know you, I love you too. Tomorrow, the whole business of retirement would probably start to look a bit difficult.

For now, though? It was the easiest thing Ed had ever done.

[henneseyhoe]

USE ME.

Ralph angel X BLACK!PLUSSIZE!reader

WARNINGS: Sir kink, Unprotected sex(wrap it df up!), slight choking, SUB!reader, overstimulation, bondage, dirty talk, no plot, short smut smut smutty smut lol.

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I laid there still as pleasure spread throughout my body, my muscles aching worse than it would have if I went on a twenty minute run. I was sweaty, thirsty, but most importantly, wetter than water itself. "m-more" I stuttered out, the dark-skinned, naked adonis that stood before me caressing my body. He took his time as his hands made its way down to my breast, squeezing them before continuing his way down to my stomach "more? you'll listen this time?" He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, sir!" I nodded with anticipation and groaned, feeling the pressure of his thumb back on my swollen, hard clit. I arched my back and pulled at the cuffs attached to both my wrists and the headboard, the cold metal it was made from digging at my skin. The subtle pain felt nice, so nice that I moaned louder and continued to pull at the chains, my thighs clenching together tightly as my clit throbbed against his fingers. Forcing my legs back open, only for them to be spread wider than they were before, he glared at me "keep it open for me, Ma. I wanna see that pretty pussy cum when I let it"

my eyes rolled back at his nasty words. I could cum right then and there, but I knew that'd end with this whole session starting over from square one until I learned how to listen. "I wanna cum, sir" I announced, a whine lingering in my tone of voice, which made a sly smirk appear on the man's face, his golden grillz shining bright. "What did I just say? This pussy gon cum when I tell it to. And I haven't said shit yet"

I bit back my complaints to assure he'd keep playing nice with me, my bottom lip now being stuck between my teeth so no noise that could be mistaken as impatience was let out, even though that's exactly what I was. Releasing my eyes from the clench my lids held, I opened them a little, peeking up at his figure. To my surprise, he looked back at me with lust filled eyes, last time striking me with a hand to my ass when I made eye contact with him.

"You've been waiting so long to cum, I wonder what you'd do if I just left you here like this" he leaned down close to my face, my eyes traveling down to his lips, that same smirk still written all on his mug. I shook my head, getting ready to do whatever it took to finally release the pressure I had pent up inside of me for the past hour.

"Please, sir. I need it" I begged, attempting not to sound so needy, which was quite impossible in this situation. He laid a kiss on my red stained lips, residue of my own release and lipstick being stuck to the plump flesh.

I moaned into the kiss, my head almost moving closer for more before I quickly caught myself and pulled away, praying he let that slide. Gripping my thigh with one of his hands, he kissed my lips again, this time taking control. Softly sucking on my bottom lip, he pulls away and sticks his tongue out, begging to flick the tip of it over the lip he had just let go while his hands skillfully move to the leg opening of my panties, his fingers sliding in and gripping the lace before pulling, the material splitting right down the middle to leave just an opening for him that he would use well.

Without another word from him, I suddenly felt an intense pressure on my abdomen as he slowly slid inside of me, taking his time to make sure I took all of him. He groaned lowly while watching, my arousal leaving a clear, sticky coat around him, which he saw when his hips retreated, his dick now just as shiny as the golds in his mouth. "I know she been ready, and you been so patient, baby" he spoke against my lips with his hands pushing my legs up to my chest, my fists clenching. I felt nothing but inches gliding inside of me, the tip of his dick hitting the hilt of my pussy with every stroke he made.

My body felt light as a feather, as if I was floating through darkness while he thrusted inside of me at a slow, but sensual pace. One of his hands let go of my leg and threw it over his shoulder instead, that same hand feeling down my curvy body, as he gave me loving kisses across my neck and face despite the degrading words he spoke in my ear just a few minutes ago.

Creeping his hand down to my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion as I moaned out repeatedly, tears welled up and prickled my eyes, my whole being fighting the urge to let go, that task alone getting harder and harder. I could only hope that I would be strong enough to actually clock into work tomorrow after this.

"Oh— oh shit!" I shouted, my chest rising and falling quickly as he sped his thrusts up to his liking, giving me strokes that got harder by the seconds. I couldn't take much more with the way every thrust he made took away my breath, each one making me suck in air, but struggle to let it go until I shouted again.

"You wanna cum? I think my girl deserves to cum" He whispers in my ear. His words bounced around my head for what seems like hours, the man removing his other hand from my thigh and wrapping it around my throat, now drilling into me while whispering more nasty affirmations that were disguised in a sweet tone.

"please, Sir!" I begged, moaning out so loud that I was sure the neighbors heard. "Go head, baby. Get that nut. I wanna feel you cum" he sucked in air through his teeth, slowly blowing it back out against the skin of my neck. My legs began to shake vigorously and I felt my core tighten as I creamed around him with a loud, quivering moan.

"Gahdamn, baby. Fuuuck!" he cursed, slamming into me once more before quickly pulling out with a groan, his hand stroking himself as he came, the white ribbons landing on top of my aching clit.